Authors: Tina Donahue
She padded past Connor, coming so close the side of her
breast brushed his arm. He stared at it, then her. Taking her place at the
table, Nikki faced the phallus and mirror, her hands near the shackles, her
attention on all those instruments of punishment.
“No, not there,” Connor said, a little too forcefully,
revealing his arousal. “On the other side, where you can reach my brother.”
Mitch frowned. “I’m not following.”
“She’s going to take your cock, not the leather-covered
phallus, in her mouth.”
“No shit? Excellent.”
Nikki grinned.
“Now,” Connor said.
She gave him a yearning look, then murmured, “As you wish.
Come here, baby.” With her forefinger, she directed Mitch closer.
He wasn’t about to make her wait. His feet slapped the
wooden floor, recording his quick advance. With her torso bent over the table
and her ass held as high as possible, Nikki cupped his balls in her palm and
slid the head of his cock into her mouth.
Mother fuck. He gripped the edge of the furniture for
support, needing it. This was far better than the positions they’d taken on the
downstairs table. Here, Nikki had more control and she sure as hell used it.
Her fingers fondled his balls. Her nails scratched the base
of his sac while her tongue… The hot little thing swirled around his crown,
pausing, then concentrating on the uneven skin with all the nerve endings.
Mitch ground his back teeth. He needed to think about
something other than what Nikki was doing to him or he’d come too soon. His
attention darted around the room, stopping on his brother. Connor was naked to
the waist, his tee draped over his camera, his sandals near the stool. He
released his waistband’s metal button and unzipped the fly, pushing his jeans
and Jockeys down.
Nikki’s mouth went slack around Mitch’s cock, telling him
she’d heard what Connor was doing…or had watched it in the cheval mirror. Her
focus was now on him, absorbed, unwavering.
Connor kicked his clothes aside and went to her.
She moaned softly at his hands on her ass, separating her
cheeks, touching her anus and cunt.
About time,
Mitch thought. It was good to see his
brother’s face so hard with need, Connor’s rod as stiff as his own, dividing
Nikki’s attention.
She let Mitch’s cock slip from her mouth. Breathless, she
said, “Do it, Connor. Mount me.”
“Quiet.” He kept her cheeks separated with his thumbs. “Take
him back in your mouth or you’re not getting anything from either of us. Isn’t
that right, Mitch?”
He grunted his approval. Words were just too hard to form.
With fawning diligence, Nikki tended to him, her tongue’s
laps oh so slow and enticing on his crown. Mitch battled the sensations
whooshing through him, but lost the fight to keep his eyes opened.
Seconds later, Nikki’s satisfied gasp and Connor’s relieved
groan told Mitch what had happened. His brother was inside her at last, where
he belonged. Where they both did.
It’s only about sex. Nothing more.
Connor repeated that mantra as he sank into Nikki’s
depths—narrow, hot, wet—her body as greedy for his as his was for hers. She
flexed her inner muscles around his rod, urging him deeper, to enjoy her.
He didn’t intend to do otherwise. Afterward… He wasn’t going
to think or worry about that. This was only about sex.
His skin tingled at the sight of her mouth loving Mitch’s
cock while working his in her cunt. To reward her, Connor dipped his fingers in
her moisture, using it to lubricate her anus. Nikki straightened a bit,
forgetting to squeeze his rod. Her sucking sounds halted.
“More,” Connor demanded. “Don’t you dare stop. Right,
Mitch?”
His brother moaned as though the Religious Right had managed
to outlaw sex. Mitch clamped his hands on either side of Nikki’s head and moved
his hips, working his shaft in and out of her mouth. Not about to let any man
outdo him, Connor lifted one hand to her breasts, fondling her nipples roughly,
while his other went to her anus. He burrowed the tip of his finger inside.
Nikki wiggled and moaned. It did little good in convincing
Connor to offer relief. He probed her narrowest opening and dropped his hand
from her nipples to her clit. On his first stroke, she went completely still.
On his second, she whimpered, wanting completion.
Not yet. She’d made him wait close to fifteen years for
this. A goddamn eternity.
Mitch seemed of the same mind. He growled, growing
increasingly excited and focused on what he had to have. Nikki’s mouth seeing
to his satisfaction. Her willingness to be here. Her desire to remain. Her love.
Connor frowned, resolved not to think about that. Devotion
wasn’t an option when it came to her. Only this moment was tangible, and what
few others they had during this weekend.
He rubbed her nub, gauging his pace and the briskness of his
touch by her reactions, learning quickly that she liked her sex uninhibited
with few constraints. As he manipulated her clit, he eased out of her and
plunged back inside, as hard as he dared.
Nikki arched her back, trying to get closer to him. She
squeezed her inner muscles around his cock even as she continued to tend to
Mitch. Connor witnessed the rapture on his brother’s face at Nikki licking and
suckling his shaft. He recorded the scene in his mind, because this couldn’t
last. He wouldn’t allow it.
When they were back in Atlanta, he’d pay her enough for the
film so she could settle her account with them and maintain the fiction that
she didn’t want charity. She’d get out of their lives then, allowing them to
find other women, someone to love as much as they did her…or rather as much as
Mitch still did.
All of that crap was in the past for Connor. She was simply
a beautiful woman, a means to pleasure. Seeking it, he slid back into her,
losing his breath as he did.
Purring sounds flowed from Nikki, reminiscent of a contented
cat. Proud at what he’d accomplished, Connor pumped even harder, working her
clit at the same speed, making certain not to neglect her anus, the passage
stunningly tight and hot. He’d have her there too, as would Mitch. They’d make
it a game to see which one of them took Nikki there first.
They’d revel in every act, then say goodbye. For good this
time. There was no other outcome.
He still wanted her.
Proof of that was in the way Connor tended to her pleasure
along with his, paying attention to Nikki’s body language, adjusting his moves
to every sound she made. He wasn’t simply scratching an itch or having a bit of
fun as she’d anticipated and feared. This had meaning to him, just as the
lovemaking between her and Mitch. Off camera and on.
They should have been recording these moments. The brief
glimpses Nikki caught of them in the mirror were amazing, what few erotic
movies offered. Three people devoted to one another’s happiness despite what
had happened in the past, born to be together no matter what.
How well they all fit.
With her throat opened, Nikki had already managed to take
most of Mitch inside. He was a big guy, sure…however, she was more than
determined. On Connor’s next thrust, the tip of her nose finally touched
Mitch’s dark thatch of curls.
She shivered at the musky odor of his skin, Connor’s balls
spanking her ass, his cock sliding in and out of her sheath, his hands… Oh God,
his fingers were driving her batty. The combination of him rubbing her clit and
penetrating her anus while plunging into her was more than any woman could
endure.
A storm of enjoyment swirled within Nikki then broke,
rushing from each opening to her legs, her arms, the back of her throat, the
top of her head.
She came fast and hard, followed by Connor, then Mitch. Her men
released their ejaculate into her, each of them shouting in what seemed an
attempt to best the other.
To Nikki, it was a tie. Panting, she released Mitch’s cock
at the same moment Connor pulled out of her. She was on the floor in a flash,
sprawled out and gasping with greater effort than she’d ever done at the gym.
Mitch sank to his knees and slumped to his back on her right side. Connor hung
onto the table, face lifted, body bared for her to see.
Nikki was unable to look at each part of him enough to satisfy
her craving. He was as gorgeous as his brother, though different. Mitch’s torso
was all smooth skin while Connor had a sprinkling of chest hair, the same dark
shade as that on his face, head and groin. He was as hairy as Mitch there, but
his cock wasn’t as dark or quite as long. Instead, it was thicker, his balls a
trifle bigger than his brother’s.
Nikki wondered how often they’d compared their equipment,
with each insisting he was the better man. She bet they’d spent many a night
during their teens debating it. Now that they were adults, she was going to
make certain the subject didn’t come up again, not with her giving them equal
attention.
She rested her forearm on Mitch’s shoulder and lifted her
other hand, offering it to Connor palm up, wanting him to join them. He had to
be uncomfortable slouched against the table. His legs seemed ready to give out.
With a weary grunt, he fell to his knees. They cracked hard
against the floor.
Nikki winced. “Oooh, ouch.”
“Huh?” Mitch asked. “Did I hurt you?” He patted her arm,
then let his own drop, his knuckles hitting the wood.
Connor went down the rest of the way, chin pointed to the
ceiling, chest billowing, his body well away from her.
A sliver of unease ran through Nikki. She chose to ignore
it. He was too tired to move closer. He’d fallen where he’d stood. She’d
drained him of all of his strength. Rather than worry needlessly, she should
ask if he was all right.
“I want more,” she blurted.
Mitch groaned, no different from a typical guy who needed
time to recover and just wanted to sleep. Making no sound at all, Connor draped
his arm over his eyes.
To shut her out?
Maybe not. The corners of his mouth had edged up. Nikki
wondered if Connor realized he was smiling, and figured he didn’t.
“So, is that my punishment?” she teased. “No more of this?”
“This what?” Mitch asked.
She kicked his leg. “What do you think?”
“I—” He didn’t finish. A prolonged yawn interrupted him.
Nikki turned to Connor. “Well?” she asked. “You’re the
director. Is this the extent of my punishment?”
He swallowed, then lifted his arm. Sin was in his dark, dark
eyes, along with something Nikki couldn’t quite read.
“There’s more,” he murmured. “Far more.”
Chapter Nine
In Connor’s book, Eve might have used this moment to her
advantage and tried to escape. Silly girl. Nikki pushed to a sitting position.
She played with the chain attached to her slave collar, amusing herself further
by studying them, comparing features and body parts.
The tufts of hair in Mitch’s armpits were a smidge lighter
than Connor’s, with each shade appealing to Nikki. Before the day was through,
she was going to press her face into that part of them, smelling their scents.
She shivered at the thought, a tiny moan slipping from her, though not enough to
wake either man.
Her perusal continued, their slumber granting her the right
to stare at them as they’d done to her when she’d stripped in Mitch’s office.
Their nipples were similar in color and size, their navels again displaying
their differences. Connor’s was a horizontal slit with a bit of skin hooding it
at the top, while Mitch’s was circular. If they’d been identical rather than
fraternal twins would that part of them been exactly the same, just like their
features? Would their balls and cocks have been indistinguishable from the
other’s?
For the first time, Nikki wondered if they did have
different fathers as the rumors always claimed. Had they wondered about that
themselves? How awful. She reached out to touch them, then snatched back her
hands, not wanting to disturb their peace. They’d had so little of it when
she’d first come into their lives.
Those days returned with amazing clarity, beginning with the
tentative smiles they’d shared, followed by laughter, teasing, such good times,
then silence and hurt. Her sorrow and shame was the last thing Nikki recalled,
not even realizing she’d fallen asleep until she awoke with a start.
Mitch and Connor faced the wall where the tools of
discipline hung, arms crossed over their chests, which broadened their backs
even more.
Talk about dying and going to heaven. Nikki ogled all that
luscious male muscle and skin, their tight asses, long legs and sinewy calves
dusted with dark hair.
“Think you can get it right?” Connor said, speaking low.
Mitch matched his brother’s volume. “You honestly believe
I’d do anything to risk fucking it up?”
“Fuck what up?” Nikki asked.
They looked over their shoulders.
She sat cross-legged, not attempting to hide her wonderfully
used cunt or the desire she continued to feel. “What are you talking about?”
Connor couldn’t seem to pull his attention from her cleft,
still damp from his cum. At last, he sighed. “Your punishment.”
The straps, whips and riding crops looked no different from
what Nikki recalled upon first seeing them. They were unbelievably menacing and
completely exciting. “Oh yeah? What’s so hard about getting it right?”
“Retakes,” Connor said. “If we have to do any, you’re going
to get sore.”
Mitch cut in. “That is, if you want to do this at all. You
don’t have to.”
“I don’t mind.” Many of Nikki’s fantasies revolved around
men disciplining, then mounting her. Until now, she’d never allowed herself to
engage in the actual act, afraid Ty or one of the other guys she’d slept with
might actually harm her. “Which of those things are you going to use on me?”
“You’re sure?” Mitch asked.
“Yeah. So which one?”
He mumbled. “Your choice.”
Awesome. Stroking her chain, Nikki joined them by the wall,
then ran her fingers down the riding crops, the cat o’ nine tails, the straps
in a variety of widths. Having read
The Story of O
with her girlfriends
in college, she avoided the crops and focused on a broad strap of thin leather
as soft to the touch as her skin. “I like this one.”
“It won’t leave any marks, right?” Mitch asked Connor.
“Not if you do it correctly. That’s why I asked if you think
you can handle this.”
“Don’t you recall me saying that I have no intention of
fucking it up? If you get the shot on the first take, we won’t have any
problems.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ve made a few of these films without you in
the starring role, okay? Still, shit happens. I’m just trying to plan for all
eventualities.”
“Like what? Nikki getting hurt? You think that’s even a
remote possibility? If you do, then we’re not going through with—”
“Hey, hey,” Nikki interrupted.
Both brothers turned to her, their teeth and fists clenched.
“I’ll be all right,” she said, not wanting them to fight,
especially over something that involved her. “I want to do this. Hell, I’m
looking forward to it.”
Before they could get over their obvious surprise, Nikki
lifted the strap from its hook. With it draped over both palms, she offered it
to Connor.
He didn’t take it.
“Go on,” she coaxed, pushing it closer.
Connor stepped away, his shoulder bumping a riding crop. It
fell from its hook, smacking into the floor. “Give it to Mitch. He’s going to
be—”
“No,” Nikki said. “I want you to punish me.”
“What? No. I can’t.” He flung out his hand, gesturing to his
camera. “I’m going to be filming it.”
“Mitch can do that,” Nikki said. “All he has to do is point
the camera in the right direction, which I would guess is my ass, then shoot.”
“It’s not that simple,” Connor argued, “He’s never done this
before.”
“Neither have I. Nor have you.” Smiling, she leaned close
and murmured, “Looks like we’re all virgins at this.”
Mitch laughed.
“It’s my fucking film,” Connor insisted.
“No one’s trying to take it from you.” She rested her palm
on his pec, her fingers playing with his springy chest hair. Lord, but it felt
good. “I want you to be the one to punish me.”
His irritation turned to unease even as a spark of lust
crossed his features. “Mitch isn’t going to fuck up. He won’t hurt you, believe
me.”
“I know. You won’t either. Will you, Connor?”
His face turned red. He focused on something past her. To
hide what? His longing for retribution? Not physically, but emotionally for
what she’d done to him.
Nikki should have given up, changed the subject, joked that
she’d been kidding, but couldn’t. In a quiet voice she said, “I’m sorry for
what I did to you. I’ve regretted it every day since. I have no excuse. I just
want you to know that as much as you and Mitch haven’t been able to rely on me
in the past, I’ve always trusted you both to do what’s right. You’re good men,
the finest I’ve ever known, and I’m willing to be as vulnerable as you’d
like…as I’d like. Please, let me have this chance to prove myself to you.”
Connor looked at Mitch.
He lifted his hands in surrender and backed away. “I’ve made
my peace. You’re on your own.”
“It’s a film,” Connor muttered to her. “Nothing more than
pretending, just like in the BDSM room at the club. Of course I wouldn’t hurt
you deliberately.”
Nikki kept herself from sighing at an answer that skirted
the issue. She’d have to reach his heart another way, whatever that might be.
“Then give me some pleasure,” she said. “As deliberately as you can. Make it
sexy, dirty and hot. Exactly as I like it.”
“She’s not lying,” Mitch said. “Trust me, you won’t be
sorry.”
Connor ignored his brother and her. Rain drummed against the
roof and the sole window, sounding too loud, its metallic odor permeating the
room. Wavering shadows from the candlelight fell across Connor’s face. At this
moment, he looked so young to Nikki, the same as when they’d been in high
school. All he’d wanted then was her support, to know she had his back.
He and Mitch would always have her love. Not that Connor
would allow himself to believe her. Nikki brought back her hand, not wanting to
push him too far, afraid he’d call off the rest of the weekend.
He muttered something beneath his breath, then turned to
Mitch. “You even know how to operate a camera?”
“Of course he does,” Nikki blurted, amazed he’d agreed to do
this. “Right, Mitch?”
He rolled his eyes. “It’s not brain surgery, babe.”
“Tell that to Nikki if you fuck up,” Connor shot back.
“Fine,” he said to her. “I’ll do it. No restraints. Just like with Eve and her
master in my book.”
“Whoa,” Mitch said. “Not that intense.”
“I don’t mind.” She kept her attention on Connor. “I want
this to be realistic. I want it to blow me away. Let’s make a film.”
“Not so fast.” Connor held her chin between his thumb and
forefinger. Leaning down, he said, “I say that. I’m the director. Don’t you
ever forget it.”
His confident authority and size would have made any sane
woman squeal with delight. In a manner befitting the slave Eve, Nikki murmured,
“No sir.”
The left side of his mouth quirked up in a mischievous
smile. “Go to the table. No, wait.”
She froze on her next step. “Why?”
“The strap.”
Oh. Nikki returned and offered it to him again.
Connor hung it on the wall.
“What are you doing?” she asked. Was he planning to choose
one of the crops instead?
“I want you to film this,” he directed Mitch. To her, he
said, “Take the belt from the wall and offer it to me as you did before, only
this time with your head down and your hands lifted.”
“Is there any other way?”
Not returning her grin, he glanced at Mitch, who had the
camera positioned and was ready to roll.
“Not yet,” Connor said to his brother. “You don’t do
anything until I say ‘let’s make a film’.”
“Because he’s the director,” Nikki explained.
Mitch laughed.
Connor arched one brow that said he didn’t appreciate her
teasing. However, she saw the playfulness in his eyes.
“This is how we’re going to do the scene,” he said. “After
you offer me the means of disciplining you, you’ll go to the table. There,
you’ll bend over the edge, placing your wrists within reach of the manacles.
After I lock you in them and your ankles to the table’s legs, then—”
“Wait, what?” she interrupted. “There are manacles there
too?”
“You bet.”
By God, there were.
“You’ll be confined without the possibility of escape,”
Connor said. “You’ll lean forward and take the leather-covered phallus into
your mouth.”
Nikki regarded it, gauging it to be larger than any man
she’d ever seen. She wondered how she’d get it to fit. How it might taste.
“Okay. Why?”
“To quiet your moans while I’m punishing you.” He leaned
down to her as he had before, only this time his mouth was close to her ear,
his breath silky and hot.
Nikki trembled.
Connor murmured, “It’s to let you know that you’re my
possession, I’m in charge just like all men are when it comes to you. You’ll do
whatever we demand. We’ll bring you pain and pleasure, a powerful combination
you won’t be able to resist.”
She turned her face to his, catching the scent of beer on
his breath, feeling his heat, stirred by his proximity. Another few inches and
their lips would touch. Nikki softened even more, wanting it.
Connor eased back, denying her. “You’ll keep your eyes open,
your attention on what you see in the mirror. Each time I lift the strap,
you’ll know, anticipating it coming into contact with your flesh, whipping you
into further submission, the crack of it preceding the warmth rushing through
your skin, dampening your cunt even more for my cock.”
Her mind pictured what he’d said. With her wrists and ankles
shackled, she’d have no means of escape. Legs spread, her openings would be
available for him to use. Would he mount her vaginally and anally while
squeezing her spanked cheeks reddened from discipline?
Nikki sucked her bottom lip, imagining it.
“Make certain you zoom in on her eyes and mouth,” he said to
Mitch. “I want her reaction to what’s happening.”
“You got it. What about you? I keep your face out of the
shot, right? So you won’t be recognized?”
“Film me from the chest down. That should keep anyone from
knowing it’s me.”
“Except for Shoshana,” Nikki mumbled.
Both men looked at her.
“We talked,” she confessed, then pointed out the obvious.
“You guys don’t look anything alike.”
Connor frowned. “Shoshana said that?”
“No, I’m saying it. Up until now, my master in this has been
Mitch. He doesn’t have chest hair, you do. There’s a mole on his right pec. You
don’t have one there. His cock is longer, but yours is thicker, the veins more
prominent. Your balls hang down a bit more than his do. Your pubic hair and
what’s in your pits aren’t the same shade as his.”
Connor’s frown deepened. Mitch didn’t look any happier. They
regarded their own bodies, then each other’s, no doubt trying to determine
whose was superior.
“You’re both awesome,” Nikki assured. “It’s just that the
first couple of scenes with Mitch’s body won’t match these. We might have to do
this whole thing over from the top.” Several more times in fact, without the
rest of the cast. “Just to make sure we get it right.”
“We might,” Connor said. “Or here’s a thought. Mitch should
punish you like I said from the beginning.”
Nikki wasn’t going to let him get off that easy. “Do you
want him to?”
Connor’s darkening expression proved he did not. Unless his
annoyance was because he didn’t appreciate her needling him.
Mitch broke the silence. “It doesn’t matter which one of us
is in this scene or the others. Any guy that watches this won’t be looking at
either of our bodies. They’ll be concentrating on Nikki’s boobs, cunt and ass
to the exclusion of everything else.”
“You got a point,” Connor said. “No one will notice that the
master is different in this scene.”