Dark Dichotomy

by Aubrey Ross

  After a leisurely dinner with the day-dwelling crew, she lured Ryan up to their bedroom. “I think we’ve found a rhythm that pleases us both, but I feel like Torral is holding back.”

  “Shouldn’t you be having this conversation with Torral?”

  “Talking isn’t Torral’s strong suit.” She found herself pacing beside the bed. “I can’t help feeling like he’s afraid of me.”

  Ryan chuckled and caught her hand, stilling her anxious movements. “He’s not afraid of you. He’s afraid for you. We’ve expected a lot of you in a short period of time. He wants to make sure you’re happy, that you’re comfortable with every aspect of your life.”

  “He would never hurt me. I knew that the first time he took me in his arms.”

  “He would never intentionally harm you, but he can be aggressive, far more aggressive than he’s allowed himself to be with you.”

  Ryan’s statement only confirmed her suspicions. “He’s not just the dominant twin; he’s a Dominant. He’s used to submissive lovers.”

  “Yes, but you’re not just his lover. You’re his mate. He’s willing to temper that facet of his personality if you—”

  “If we’re going to build a future together, there can be no second best. How can I show him that I want everything he has to give?”

  Desire ignited within Ryan’s gaze as he considered her question. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

  “If I can’t accept each of you as you really are, what am I doing here?”

  He pulled her into his arms and kissed her softly, stroking her hair and pressing her body against his. “You’re amazing, my love. So much more than either of us dared to dream.”

  She smiled, warmed by his praise. “Will you help me?”

  “Of course.” He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. “He’s restless. We better hurry. Get undressed. I’ll be back in a minute.”

  Her heartbeat sped and moisture gathered between her thighs. Would Torral be pleased by her boldness or would her assertion ruin it for him? She knew so little about D/s relationships.

  She still wore her bra and panties when Ryan returned a few minutes later. He carried an ordinary gym bag and wore a secretive smile. “You better take it all off unless you want to replace it.”

  He moved to the foot of the bed and unzipped the bag. A set of velvet-lined wrist cuffs were connected by a metal cord. He pushed to his toes and threaded the cord through a stout hook protruding from the ceiling. What else did he have in the gym bag?

  “Where did that come from? Certainly not an ordinary gym.”

  “There’s a playroom in the basement. If all goes well tonight, I’m sure you’ll see it for yourself before too long.”

  “A playroom?” She nibbled at her bottom lip, yet her nipples grew impossibly hard. At least he hadn’t said dungeon. “Do all three of you use this playroom? Do you use it together?” After removing her bra, she slipped out of her lace-trimmed panties.

  “Suffice it to say it’s used far more often at night. Come here.” He faced her away from the bed and raised her arms over her head. The wrist cuffs snapped into place with an ominous click. “Tug against them. They should be snug, but not too tight. If your fingers go to sleep, let us know.”

  She could only nod. Her mouth dried up and a faint ringing began in her ears. This was what she wanted, but that didn’t keep her from being intimidated by the unknown.

  “Are you ready?”

  Her gaze drifted to the gym bag. Torral would never hurt her. He knew more about her pleasure than she did. The past few weeks had illustrated that in no uncertain terms.

  “I’m ready.” She sounded calmer than she felt.

  Ryan stepped into the middle of the room, preparing for transformation. No matter how many times she watched the change, it never failed to awe her.

  Ryan’s body was surrounded by glowing light and his face gently shimmered. Brighter light burst from the center of his chest, illuminating the space in front of him. A shadow formed within the light. Then the detailed outline of a tall, lean man. Torral’s features emerged next, flesh forming from shadow. The light faded as suddenly as it had flared, and then there were two.

  Torral shook his head, his gaze unfocused. Ryan waited for the muddle to pass and Torral to notice his surprise.

  Kendra watched Torral’s eyes. He blinked, pushed his hair back from his face then focused on her. His gaze swept the length of her body, eyes widening as he went.

  “Is this supposed to be funny?” He glared at Ryan.

  “It was my idea,” Kendra said. “I thought it was time to take the next step.”

  He stalked toward her, gaze narrowed and gleaming. He curled his fingers around her chin and leaned in close. “Do you understand what you’re asking for? Have you ever been dominated by a lover?”

  She refused to cower before his aggression. This was the part of him he hid from her, the part she needed to understand. “If I’m truly your mate, as you keep insisting, shouldn’t I crave what you crave and need what you need?”

  For a long time he was silent, staring deep into her eyes. “Submission requires an enormous amount of trust. Do you trust me that much?”

  “I don’t always understand you, but I trust you.”

  His expression softened, his grasp becoming a caress. “Why?”

  “Because I can feel how much you care about me and I know you would never do anything to harm me.”

  “You’re right.” His fingertips brushed along her jaw line and his thumb stroked her lower lip. “But I wonder if you really believe what you’re saying. Can I do anything I want with you?”

  “Yes.” She had to force the word beyond her dry mouth.

  “You’ll obey without question?”

  She glanced at Ryan as uncertainty eroded her calm. Why was Torral being so difficult? “Yes.”

  “Don’t look at Ryan. You offered yourself to me.”

  Forcing herself not to flinch, she looked into his eyes. “I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”

  “Have you ever heard of a safe word?” He followed the slope of her upraised arms, skimming his hands down her sides.

  “Yes. I say it and you stop whatever you’re doing.”

  “I’m going to start off slowly, so I doubt you’ll need it tonight. But choose a safe word, something easily remembered without being easily confused.”

  “Dichotomy.”

  “All right.” His thumbs teased the swell of her breasts, carefully avoiding her nipples. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” His hands continued their descent, gliding over her ribs and following the indentation of her waist. “Help me, Ryan. Let’s show our mate what it means to love a Dichotomy.”

  They caressed her from shoulders to knees, their fingers dancing across her skin with featherlight touches. She shivered and swayed, goose bumps rising in the wake of their fingers.

  “Tell me how this feels,” Torral urged.

  “It makes me want more.”

  “More what.”

  “More of everything.”

  He shook his head, a challenging smile curving his lips. “Not good enough.” He waved Ryan back. “Tell us what you want.”

  “I want you to suck my nipples and caress my pussy. I want your fingers inside me and then your cock.”

  He grinned at Ryan. “You heard her. Suck her nipples and I’ll make use of my fingers.”

  Ryan cupped one breast while he sucked the other. His fingers rolled her nipple and his lips drew with firm, deep suction. She arched into his kiss, thrilled by the stronger sensations.

  Torral hadn’t finished teasing her. He tickled the top of her knees and explored the sensitive bend before working his way up her inner thighs. She moved her feet apart and waited for the promised slide of his fingers.

  She wiggled and moaned, restless and needy. This wasn’t at all what she’d expected.

  “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather feel my tongue on your clit? I know how much yo
u enjoy that.”

  “Do whatever you like, just let me come.”

  He paused for a moment, watching Ryan caress her breasts. “Ryan isn’t far from transformation. I think I’ll wait to fuck you until he changes. Then he won’t be here to protect you.”

  Despite his implied threat, affection shone in his eyes, easing her uncertainty and making her bold again. “I don’t need protection. You would never hurt me.”

  Possessive passion flared in his expression. He pushed two fingers into her aching pussy and circled her clit with his thumb. “I would only hurt you if you craved the pain, but I fear that night is a long way off.”

  The taunt triggered an odd heaviness deep in her belly. Was it really possible for pain to heighten pleasure? His fingers felt wonderful, but the indulgence didn’t last. He kissed her tummy and removed his hand from between her thighs. Ryan immediately followed his lead.

  Torral took the gym bag and placed it farther back on the bed, out of her line of sight. Even if she turned her neck as far as she could, she couldn’t see what he was doing. Trust. He wanted her to trust him, to surrender control without hesitation.

  Anticipation increased the tension twisting through her abdomen. She clenched and unclenched her hands. What the hell were they doing back there?

  Ryan moved directly behind her and sat on the bed. His knees nudged her legs apart and his hands came to rest on her hips. Torral returned to his position in front of her, his expression inscrutable. “Are you frightened?”

  “I don’t know what you’re going to do and that makes me uneasy. But I’m not afraid of you.”

  “Good.” He moved closer. “I don’t want you to fear me.”

  He curved his fingers around the back of her neck and took possession of her mouth. His kiss was demanding, unabashedly carnal. She had just begun to respond when his hands moved to her butt. He pulled her cheeks apart and Ryan traced her crease with something blunt and slippery. Having no doubt where the object was headed, Kendra instinctively tried to avoid the invasion.

  “Stand still.” Torral whispered the command against her lips. “You promised to obey.”

  “What is that?”

  “A butt plug. It will prepare you for my cock.”

  She trembled against him. “You’re going to…fuck my ass?”

  “Perhaps not tonight, but it will happen.”

  Ryan teased her with the plug, circling her opening before working the smooth tip inside. He took his time and her body responded in seemingly unrelated places. Her nipples tingled and her clit throbbed. He pushed the toy inward with a twisting motion.

  Her body stretched, expanding slowly to accommodate the plug. A stinging sensation flared within the pressure. Her fingernails dug into her palms and she buried her face against Torral’s neck.

  “Almost there,” Ryan said. One final turn and her sphincter closed around the notch at the top of the toy. The sting receded, leaving her breathless and full.

  She felt invaded and restless as hell. Torral pulled her forward, rubbing her aching mound against his thigh. Ryan stroked her bottom, silently praising her for her accomplishment.

  “We can’t send Ryan off to sleep state hard as a rock. That just wouldn’t be fair.” Torral released the cord from the hook on the ceiling then unfastened the latch connecting the cuffs. He drew her arms behind her and refastened the latch, securing her wrists at the small of her back. “On your knees.”

  Torral helped her kneel, while Ryan unfastened his jeans. Each movement made her more aware of the butt plug. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just odd.

  Kneeling behind her, Torral explored the soft swells and silken hollows of her body. Ryan angled his cock toward her mouth and Kendra parted her lips. Torral rolled her nipples and squeezed her breasts. Her bound hands were pressed between them, making her acutely aware of her helplessness.

  They never stopped touching her. Ryan stroked her hair as he slid in and out of her mouth. Torral kept her simmering on the verge of orgasm. They controlled her, commanded her, and she had never felt so secure.

  “You better hurry, love,” Torral urged. “He’s fighting off the change.”

  She swirled her tongue around the head of Ryan’s cock, savoring the slick drops of pre-come. He groaned and took her face between his hands. Scalding lust inundated her mind and her groan echoed his. It took her a second to realize she was feeling his desire, then her senses soared. He was consumed with pleasure, driven by his demanding need for her.

  “That feels so damn good!” Ryan scooted to the edge of the bed, bumping the back of her throat. He rocked into her mouth, features tense with his impending climax.

  Torral covered her mound with his hand, pressing her clit with his middle finger. She helplessly wiggled, her arousal escalating right along with Ryan’s. Nothing felt as good as being in between them, surrounded by them. Ryan’s obvious pleasure was driving her crazy and Torral was only making it worse. She needed more than the teasing pressure of his finger. She needed them deep inside her, moving strongly, filling her. Together. The temptation had been hovering at the back of her mind for the past week. She craved the ultimate joining, the inevitable culmination of their love.

  Ryan pumped faster, panting harshly. His shaft throbbed against her tongue and his pleasure showered her mind. He bucked once, driving to the back of her mouth as his seed jetted into her throat. His body was still trembling with aftershocks when transformation claimed him.

  Torral pulled Kendra to her feet and unfastened the wrist cuffs. “Get on the bed. Lie on your back and bend your knees.”

  Her gaze was passion bright, her lips deeply flushed. She crawled onto the bed and arranged herself as he had instructed. He stood at the foot of the bed, heart pounding, cock straining against the fabric of his jeans.

  She was the personification of his wildest dreams. Passionate, willing, obedient. Her feisty personality and independent spirit made her offering all the more precious. He was humbled by her trust and determined to prove himself worthy of her submission.

  “Raise your arms above your head.”

  Without hesitation, she obeyed and the lump in his throat grew. He took a deep breath and studied her body, assessing her arousal. She was wet and ready, but ready wasn’t good enough. He wanted her wild and eager.

  He threaded the cord through a hook on the wall then refastened the wrist cuffs. She watched him silently, excited yet anxious.

  Kneeling between her thighs, he traced her slit with his index finger. She murmured and lifted her hips, encouraging his touch.

  “Do you want my mouth or my cock?”

  “If I choose your mouth, do I still get your cock?”

  He had his answer. Parting her folds with his thumbs, he lowered his mouth to her sex. She gasped and pleasure rolled across their mental connection. He’d only meant to speed her ascent, drive her to the point of orgasm before he fucked her in earnest. But she sighed so sweetly and her cream evoked the darkest part of his nature. He had to have more. He had to have all she could give.

  Slipping his hands beneath her ass, he pressed his lips over her slit. He rubbed her clit with his tongue then drove into her core as far as he could. She whimpered softly and rocked against his mouth. “Oh God, Torral. Please, don’t stop!”

  He sucked on her folds and lapped at her cream as if the evocative fluid sustained him. On and on he feasted from her pussy, reveling in her uninhibited response.

  She cried out sharply as her orgasm burst. He surged up along her body and thrust his full length into her throbbing passage. With no barrier between them, the joining was even more amazing. Her heat surrounded him, her inner muscles tensing against his shaft.

  Another cry tore from her throat as her core stretched to accommodate his thickness. He’d never been this hard before, never needed her so badly. He rolled his hips and thrust again. She drew her legs up along his sides, her heels resting lightly on his back.

  The butt plug made her pussy even tighter. He groane
d as her moist heat caressed him. She tugged against her restraints, writhing beneath him. Her gaze was wide and luminous, staring into his.

  He opened his mind even wider, the combined power of their emotions astonishing him. Each time they touched was more amazing than the last. She was everything he longed for and more.

  They raced toward completion, unable to hold back the storm. Sensations detonated within him and he barely restrained his release. She cried out and her pussy rippled with rhythmic contractions. He fought against his impending end, wanting the pleasure to go on forever.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and flooded his mind with euphoria. He groaned, accepting defeat as his seed blasted into her trembling body.

  Shaken and weak, he barely kept his weight from crushing her. She languished in the afterglow, a lazy smile bowing her lips. He wrapped his arms around her and carefully rolled them to their sides, miraculously remaining inside her.

  He started to unfasten the cuffs then shrugged and snuggled into a more comfortable position. She didn’t seem to mind being restrained and her willingness to remain so thrilled him.

  His lids drifted shut and his mind began to wander. He was blessed; they were blessed to have found each other. So many of the Dichotomy never found their mate and had to settle for superficial sex with humans who never knew their secret.

  Ink-black eyes intruded on his musings. His instincts jarred to instantaneous alert. Their voyeur was back, meticulously picking his way through Kendra’s mental shields.

  She called his name and clutched at his leg with her feet, alerting him the only way she was able.

  Fury spread through Torral like wildfire, but he refused to alert the enemy to his presence in the meld. Torral reinforced Kendra’s shields, ensuring her safety before he confronted their uninvited guest.

  She continued to resist the intruder, but Torral sensed her sudden calm.

  Torral approached gradually, matching his energy pattern to the intruder’s odd rhythm. Resentment and determination seeped into Torral’s consciousness, twisted and tainted by a lifetime of hatred. They hadn’t believed the threat was neutralized, but they’d hoped for a little more time.