by M. S. Parker
I stood up and ran my hands through my hair. I walked over to the French doors and looked outside. It had started to snow. Lightly, so I didn't think it'd cause the others any problem getting back.
Maybe, I thought, I shouldn't be here when they returned. Maybe I should get out of here. I wouldn’t be any fun for them to have around. They would probably play some games or something when they got back. Strip charades or some shit like that. A drinking game that would lead to the guys cheering for the girls to kiss. I didn't want to be involved in any of that, especially if one of those girls was my sister.
No, I knew what I needed and it wasn't here. I needed the release that came with dominating someone. I needed to be in control of something, needed to find some semblance of order in all of this. From the first moment I'd been introduced to the BDSM lifestyle, I'd felt something inside me click. It didn't get me off because I felt some chauvinistic right to take what I wanted. Part of the control aspect was trust, and that appealed to me. Even if it was only a one time hook up, they still had to trust me.
And that was what Lara had broken.
My eyes burned and I started to feel the pain that came with the end of a two year relationship.
I needed to get out of here. Needed to find a real release. It wasn't a very long ride back to Denver. I could get there just as the clubs were starting to fill up. I could watch a scene or two, find a willing Sub and fuck the hell out of her. Tie her up. Spank her. Do some of those things I'd remembered doing with Lara.
I closed my eyes. That wouldn't make me feel better, no matter how much my cock was interested in pursuing that idea. I didn't want to deal with the hassle of finding a Sub and setting up those rules. I hadn't had to do that since Lara and I had gotten together and I didn't think I'd be able to handle going through all of that. It wouldn't be about me forgetting, but rather a reminder of what I'd lost.
Alcohol and sleep it was then.
But, first, I wanted a shower. I'd been sitting long enough that my muscles had started to stiffen. I tried to stay in shape and work out, but it had been a while since I'd spent that many hours doing that much activity. A hot shower to soothe my muscles would be a good way to relax before finding something to drink and spending the rest of the night in my room.
The sound of the water was enough white noise to keep most of the memories at bay and it was tempting to stay in until I used up all the hot water. I didn't do it, but the bathroom was still full of steam by the time I got out. I quickly toweled off and wrapped the towel around my waist. I wasn't sure if the others were back yet, but my room was just across the hall from the bathroom and I didn't think it'd bother anyone if I crossed those couple feet in a towel that covered everything important.
I heard them in the living room when I opened the bathroom door, but no one seemed to be close or looking for me, so I walked across the hall and into my room. I shut the door behind me and tossed my towel toward the basket I used for dirty clothes. It wasn't until I turned around that I realized I wasn't alone.
Chapter 6
“We thought you might want some company since you spent all day alone on the slopes.”
Misty was still wearing her 'M' necklace, but judging by the bare shoulders, I was willing to bet she wasn't wearing anything else. Kristy was equally naked, I assumed, save for her 'K' necklace.
“What are you two doing?” I tried to make myself sound like the stern older brother¸ but I wasn't quite sure it was working since they both looked more amused than abashed.
“Come on, Rylan,” Kristy spoke this time. “We're all adults here.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“We turned twenty last week,” Misty said.
Shit, they were the same age as Lara. I couldn't use age as an excuse as to why this was a very bad idea.
And I suddenly realized I was naked. I started to reach for my towel and stopped when the twins smirked. I hadn't done anything wrong, and I didn't have anything to be ashamed of. Fuck it. Let them stare. Like they said. They were both adults.
“Look, you're Suzette's friends,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Didn't stop you from fucking Denise.” Kristy grinned.
I scowled.
“Relax, she didn't kiss and tell,” Misty said. “We agreed that she should go first and, well, the two of you weren't exactly quiet.”
“You agreed what?” I was starting to rethink the whole no-pants thing.
“Well, Suzette mentioned you might need some cheering up this weekend and she knew that the three of us are always looking for a good fuck,” Kristy said.
I was going to kill my sister.
Misty continued, “We talked and agreed that Denise should go first.”
“And why was that?” I took a step toward the bed, curious despite myself.
“Because Misty and I can be a lot to handle and we weren't sure you'd be up for it.” Kristy winked. She pushed herself up enough that the blanket slipped halfway down her breasts.
I looked from one to the other. My brain insisted this was a bad idea, even worse than having fucked Denise. That was one of my sister's friends. This was two. Sisters. And they were Suzette's suite-mates. It was a recipe for something beyond disaster.
“No string attached, Rylan. We don't do relationships.” Misty's hand disappeared beneath the blanket. She moaned, making a pleased sound and I wondered exactly what her hand was doing under there.
My cock gave an interested twitch. I'd managed to make it behave by telling myself not to be stupid. There was no way I could stop it from reacting to the noises Misty was making and the mental images my brain insisted on creating.
“What my sister and I do, however, is fuck.” Kristy tossed off the blanket, revealing a petite body with small but firm breasts and a smooth pussy. “We share guys all the time, so there's no need to be shy.”
“And don't even think about being gentle,” Misty added.
More blood rushed to my cock.
Kristy got up on all fours as Misty uncovered herself. One look told me that the girls were indeed identical all over. I wondered if they'd feel the same wrapped around me, beneath me.
“We're not into vanilla,” Misty said as she slid her fingers into her pussy.
Fuck. I really hoped she meant what I thought she meant.
“And we brought toys.” Kristy climbed off the bed and picked up a bag I hadn't even seen. She opened it and pulled out a dildo that was almost as big as my cock. She kept her eyes on me as she handed the toy to her sister. “We're both into S&M, but our tastes vary a bit.” She reached into the bag again and pulled out a flogger.
Okay, maybe I wouldn't kill my sister. At the moment, I thought buying her something expensive would be more appropriate.
“I'm first,” Kristy said as she handed me the flogger. She looked up at me from under her lashes. “Our safe word is always Gemini.”
I raised an eyebrow and she smiled.
“You have any condoms in that bag of yours?” I asked.
Her smile widened and she pulled out a string of them, tossing them onto the bed. “Twenty bucks says you wear out before we do.”
I flicked my wrist and cracked the flogger, watching as Kristy's bright green eyes darkened with lust. Without me saying a word, she went to her knees, hands clasped behind her back, head bowed. Oh, yeah, the girl was definitely a Sub.
“Are you doubting my stamina?” It was easier than I'd anticipated, falling into the Dominant role.
“No, Sir.” Her eyes flicked up and then back down again. “Or do you prefer Master?”
Damn. She'd been trained by someone who knew what they were doing. My stomach tightened as I thought of all the other things her trainer and previous masters might've taught her.
“Sir,” I said. I'd never really been a fan of the whole 'slave / master' terminology. “And I think you were doubting me.” I cracked the flogger again and hoped that no one upstairs could hear it. Then I remembered what Misty had said abo
ut hearing Denise and me. For a second, I actually considered stopping. Then I remembered hearing one of the couples going at it this morning. Time for a little payback.
I closed the distance between Kristy and I until I could reach out and run the soft leather strips along the side of her face. I used the flogger to lift her chin until she was looking at me. Watching for even the slightest hint of negativity, I wrapped my free hand in her hair. If anything, the arousal in her eyes grew.
“Do you like that?” I asked. I tightened my grip until I knew I was pulling her hair.
“Yes, Sir,” she gasped.
“Open your mouth,” I said. “And keep your hands behind your back.”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered immediately. She opened her mouth, not overly wide like some women did to take someone large, but rather just enough so that I could push my way inside without hurting either of us.
I was more than half-hard as the tip of my cock passed between her lips. I groaned at the wet heat surrounded me as I slid deeper inside. I felt her start to gag as I neared the back of her mouth and pulled back, giving her the chance to cry off.
“I'm going to fuck your mouth,” I said and brushed the leather strips across her breasts, watching her pale pink nipples harden. “And then I'm going to punish you for your challenge.”
“Yes, please, Sir.” Her voice was breathless.
When the head of my cock nudged her lips, she opened her mouth again and I slid inside. I started slow, using the first few strokes to gauge just how far I could push her. When she moaned, the vibration went straight through me and I went from mostly hard to fully erect. I knew I was too big for her to take all of me, but I was going to get as much as I could.
I held onto her hair to keep her head in place as I began to rock my hips. Her tongue moved around my cock as best it could, and then she began to suck, her cheeks hollowing out each time I pulled back. Whoever taught this girl to give a blow job deserved a pat on the back.
I pulled her toward me as I pushed forward, driving myself deeper than I had been, almost enough to make her gag, but not quite. I held her there for a few seconds, then released her, falling from her mouth with an obscene sound. She coughed a bit and was breathing heavily, but her eyes were shining.
“Stand up,” I ordered.
She did, assuming the normal Sub position of head down, hands behind the back.
“Come toward me.”
I moved back so that she'd have room. I held up a hand for her to stop when she was far enough from the bed that I could circle her. I'd seen her reaction when I'd touched her breasts with the flogger. I wasn't going to just whip her ass. She was going to get it all over.
“I'm going to use this.” I cracked the flogger for emphasis. “On your ass. On your tits.” She shivered. I paused, and then added, “And on your cunt.”
I heard her catch her breath, but there was no mistaking the flush of arousal. Part of the Dom's responsibility was to give the Sub the opportunity to use her safe word. Kristy had it now, but she wasn't taking it. Either she was willing to try something new or she already knew she liked what I was going to do. It didn't matter to me either way. Unless she said the word, it was going to happen.
I walked behind her. “Hands at your sides.”
She obeyed instantly and I rewarded her with a swat across her ass. She gasped but didn't move. Pale pink lines appeared where the leather came in contact with her skin. I flicked my wrist again, catching her at a different angle. The sound she made hardened my cock even further. Yes. This was what I needed.
I circled around to the front of her and hit first one, then the other breast. I started easy, needing to see her reaction. She moaned as the stripes appeared on her pale flesh. Her nipples hardened into little bullet points. I began to circle her, alternating blows to her ass and breasts, always harder on her ass, but hard enough on her breasts. Her skin turned from pink to red as the leather hit the same places multiple times. Her cheeks were flushed and her mouth hung open, little sounds of pleasure escaping each time the flogger made contact.
“Can you come from this?” I asked, my tone conversational. “If I use this on your pussy, will you come?” I aimed at her nipple and she cried out at the contact.
“With your permission, Sir.”
Damn she was good. “Spread your legs.”
She moved her feet until they were shoulder-distance apart. I could see the moisture coating her pussy lips and along the insides of her thighs, leaving no doubt as to how much she enjoyed this. I ran the flogger between her legs, coating it with her juices. She whimpered, but didn't move.
“Come whenever you're ready,” I said.
“Thank you, Sir.”
I made the first blow light and she shuddered. I hadn't realized how close she already was. The second was harder and her body jerked in response. This one would do it, I knew. I swung as hard as I dared at such delicate flesh and the crack echoed in the room.
Kristy wailed, her knees buckling. She managed to catch herself, but I could see it was a struggle to stand as an orgasm ripped through her. I left her to recover as I picked up her bag of toys. Inside was a pair of nipple clamps. Metal with teeth and a chain connecting the two. I had a pretty good idea that these belonged to Kristy, but I didn't want to guess. For the first time since this had begun, I looked over at Misty.
She was on her back, working her fingers in and out of her pussy. As I watched, she picked up the dildo her sister had given her and used it to replace her fingers. She moaned, her eyelids fluttering as she fit the entire thing into her pussy. She opened her eyes then, the green nearly swallowed up in black. I held up the clamps and she gestured toward her sister.
I left Misty to her own devices and turned back to Kristy. I could still see small shivers going through her, but she was back in her Sub pose. I walked over to her and pinched one nipple between my forefinger and thumb. She made a small sound that became louder when I fastened the first clamp onto her. The second one made her entire body jerk. I gave the chain an experimental tug and watched her eyes roll back. Oh, she was definitely the M part of S&M.
I stuck my hand between her legs, my fingers slipping between her folds to find her as wet as I'd imagined she'd be. “You're soaking.” I brushed my thumb across her swollen clit.
“Ah!” She shuddered.
I flicked my thumb back and forth rapidly, enjoying the way her body twitched, the way her emotions played across her face. She wanted to pull back, her flesh too sensitive, but at the same time, she couldn't help her body craving more friction, needing blessed release. Before she got there, however, I pulled my hand away.
“Sit on the edge.” I gestured toward the bed.
I admired the deep red stripes across her ass as she crossed over to the bed and sat down. She winced, but didn't complain. I walked over to stand in front of her. My cock was rock hard, ready to go.
“Put one on me.” I pointed at the condoms.
She opened one of the packets and rolled it over my cock, taking her time and stroking me until I moved her hand away.
“Lie back and pull your knees up.” I reached out and hooked my finger around the chain. “But keep them off to the side.” I gave the chain a little tug and she made a small sound in the back of her throat. “I'm going to play with those.”
When she was spread open in front of me, I stepped up to the edge of the bed. I grabbed her hips, positioned myself at her dripping entrance and looked down at her.
“I'm going to fuck you hard,” I said. “And I'm not going to let up until I come.”
She spread her legs further apart.
I took that as an invitation and drove forward. Her back arched, her hands tightening on her thighs until her knuckles turned white. She yelled as I bottomed out, my balls bumping against her ass. She was wet enough there had been no resistance, but I was big and her body had to stretch to accommodate me. I didn't wait for it though. I pounded into her without pause. I felt her pussy start to spasm
around me and knew she was close to coming again. I grabbed the chain connecting the nipple clamps and tugged.
“Fuck!” Kristy screamed, writhing on the bed, but never losing the grip on her legs. “More, please, Sir!”
I pulled again, leaning forward slightly so the base of my cock rubbed against her clit. She screamed again and I had the presence of mind to clamp my hand down across her mouth.
“You're going to make everyone think I'm killing you.” I heard the humor in my voice.
Kristy's cries were muffled now, but her body shook so hard that I had no doubt she was coming. Mine was close behind. I buried myself deep inside her, groaning as I came. I squeezed my eyes closed, losing myself in the pleasure of orgasm. As soon as I started to come down, however, I opened my eyes and pulled out. This wasn't about cuddling. I sat on the edge of the bed as Kristy let go of her legs, her limbs falling apart haphazardly. I reached over and carefully removed the clamps. She whimpered as they came off, her nipples left swollen and red. I leaned down and wrapped my lips around one of them.
“Shit!” she cried out as I sucked on the abused flesh. When I moved to the other one, she came again. Only then did I stop.
“Damn,” Misty finally spoke.
I looked over at her.
“I really hope you're able to do that again.” She removed the dildo from her pussy and got to her knees. “Well, not exactly that because that's not my particular kink, but you get the idea.”
“What's your kink?” I raised an eyebrow.
She crawled across the bed, ignoring her still-panting sister. She reached down and pulled off the condom, tossing it into the nearby trash. She stretched out so that her head was in my lap and her tongue darted out, licking my sensitive shaft. I sucked in a breath. It was too soon after climax and the stimulation bordered on painful.
“If I'm naughty,” she said, wiggling her ass. “I may need to be spanked.” She licked me again.
I brought my hand down on her ass with a stinging slap. She moaned and moved her head lower, using one hand to cup my balls even as she licked them. I swore and smacked her ass again. My stomach clenched as Misty took my entire cock into her mouth. Blood rushed south, stiffening me again, but so fast it hurt. I grabbed her hair and lifted her off of me.
