“Yeah, I guess so.” I thought about the guys I’d dated since I started high school. I’d taken the safe route, choosing men who were absolutely normal, unquestionably sane.
Of course, I didn’t know that’s why I’d chosen them at the time, but it made sense. I had enough craziness in my life with my mother.
But in trying to avoid any insanity, I may have shied away from anyone who seemed overly enthusiastic about me. Passionate emotions were scary and crazy.
“Hey.” Dix cradled my chin with his thumb. “The last thing I wanted to do was bring you down. In fact, I’d like to make you feel hot again.”
I saw a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “What do you have in mind?”
“Well, last night in my bed was…miraculous.”
Wow, did he just describe our lovemaking as “miraculous”?
“But in the daylight hours, I kind of like the way you heat up when we play.”
I knew what he was referring to and was instantly warmed by his mention of our “other” activities.
My breathing quickened, but I could feel my chest turning pink. Now that we’d really made love, the fact that he knew about my naughty needs was even more embarrassing.
Dix untied my robe and pushed it open. The cool air puckered my nipples. I swayed back, but the countertop dug into my spine.
He lowered his head, closing his teeth lightly on the tip of my breast. He pulled just a little.
It was a tease, providing only minor discomfort. I took in a shaky breath, anticipating the pleasure-pain that could be in my future.
“I like it when you turn pink,” he said, obviously noticing my flushed chest. “But there’s no reason to be embarrassed about what you enjoy…” He raked the other nipple with his teeth.
“Ah!” I squeezed my thighs together in answer to a request by my clit.
“Unless being embarrassed is part of the turn on.”
He straightened and looked into my face as though gauging my desires.
“I’ll do anything you tell me to,” I said breathlessly.
“That’s a dangerous thing to say…but I’ve recently purchased some accessories I’m sure will bring you enjoyment.”
“What about your enjoyment?” I asked shakily.
“Oh, it’ll be fun for me, I promise. Even more so, since we’re going to do it all on my brother’s immaculate bed.”
“Isn’t that cruel, considering he’s a germaphobe?”
“Hey, you don’t know how he tortured me growing up. Besides we won’t tell him right away. We’ll wait until he’s being a huge ass sometime and we’ll spring it on him.”
I noticed Dix was talking like he and I were a package deal now. And I really liked the way that sounded.
*****
I was tied to the spindles of Mason’s huge bedspread—the one Dix said was dry-cleaned every week—spread-eagle, with a ball-gag in my mouth.
I was desperate for Dix to fuck me, but instead he seemed to be planning to tease me to death.
After balancing Mason’s expensive ceramic egg in my belly button, Dix had proceeded to harden my nipples with Mason’s frigid science-fair trophy.
But the real torture came when he switched to the accessories he’d bought, which included the leather ties, ball-gag and a half-inch thick butt plug he inserted into my ass.
He’d tickled and teased my clit with various items until tears trickled down my face. He sucked my breasts so hard, I thought the nipples would come off.
God, he was cruel, and I loved it.
He lapped at my clit carelessly then wiggled the plug. One mini-jolt followed another, but he wouldn’t let me come.
And my begging did no good because I couldn’t form any real words, gagged as I was.
I was so hot and so wet…
Then, suddenly, he stood up from the bed, still fully clothed, and told me he was going to check with the ranch foreman and he’d be back when he felt like it.
At first, it was incredibly exciting waiting, not knowing when he would return and complete the process of torturing and pleasuring me. I laid there with my pussy aching, unable to satisfy myself, watching the clock until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
Finally, I began pulling and stretching at the leather on my right wrist. It gave a little.
If only I could get my right hand free, I could give myself the orgasm I was dying for and Dix could think he’d tortured me with the wait.
The leather stretched some more and I began trying to wiggle my hand through.
I heard footsteps in the hall and froze. Juices flooded my pussy. Dix was back. Surely he would fuck me when he came in.
The door opened. Mason’s eyes grew wide at the sight of me in his bed.
“Well, you’re not the first who’s camped out waiting in my bed,” he said. “But you may be the most creative.”
What?
“How did you get yourself all tied up…? Oh, I see…” He was looking at my right wrist with its looser binding. “This is very convincing though.”
Did he really think I’d managed to tie myself up like this, and slip my hand through a pre-tied leather loop?
This was embarrassing, but all I had to do was explain, as soon as he removed the gag from my mouth.
Instead, he opened a dresser drawer and brought out a giant roll of plastic wrap.
“I would have preferred you put some plastic down first to protect the bedspread,” he said.
Then in one quick movement, he laid the end of the wrap on my neck and spread it down to my toes, tearing it off cleanly.
I now had a layer of plastic wrap running from my neck, over my torso, to my feet. Wasn’t that the kind of thing serial killers did?
I was paralyzed with fear for a moment, asking myself if Mason was weird enough to be a serial killer.
He was pretty weird.
He took a small knife out of another drawer.
Oh my God! How many times would he have to stab me to kill me with that little thing?
Very efficiently, he reached down and cut a slit in the plastic between my thighs.
“Sorry about the plastic. It’s not that I don’t find you attractive. I have this… Well, I can’t actually touch you.”
Okay, this wasn’t serial killer behavior. It was his brand of OCD, which meant he wasn’t going to kill me, just fuck me.
But I was in love with his brother. Plastic or no, I didn’t want to have sex with Mason.
“I don’t want this,” I tried to say. But with the ball gag in my mouth, it came out “Ah-oh-ah-ih.”
He'd turned away from me, and when he turned back, I saw that he’d unzipped his slacks and put on a condom.
Nooooo!
As I tried again to communicate, he straddled me.
I realized, if I could get my wrist loose, I could release the ball gag and tell him I wasn’t there for him.
As I turned my wrist and yanked at the leather strap, Mason sucked on my neck through the plastic.
As weird as it was, I might have been okay with this in my pre-Dixon, sex-starved state, but now…
I could feel his hard member pressing against my pelvic bone.
I tugged with all my might and my hand broke free. Reaching behind me, I tried to release the attachment on the ball gag, but I’d never worked one before and my fingers couldn’t figure out how.
“Stop it!” I tried to say. “I love Dix!”
But there was no way Mason understood me. I could be crying out in ecstasy for all he knew.
As he switched to the other side of my plastic-encased neck, I had an idea. With my free hand, I reached around the plastic, between our bodies, and grabbed his hard penis.
He moaned. Not what I was going for, but at least I could control it and keep it from entering me.
“What the fuck!”
Mason jerked to the side at the sound of his brother’s voice.
Dix stood, still and seething, his eyes locked on my hand grasping his brother’s cock.
Chapter Nine
The room changed from still-photo to fast forward in a flash.
Dix pulled his brother off me and threw him against the wall. He paused and looked at me with disgust and confusion in his eyes.
He obviously didn’t understand what had happened here.
With my right hand, I worked frantically on the ties of my left wrist while thrashing and kicking to get my legs free.
Mason pushed himself up from the floor. He took two steps and smashed Dix in the face with his fist.
“No!” I had to stop them before they killed each other. My hands and one ankle were free, but the stupid gag was still in my mouth.
Dix didn’t stand right away. He looked up at his older brother accusingly. “You knew I wanted her!”
“You never said you wanted her,” Mason said defensively. “Besides…” He motioned toward me. “If she was willing to do this with me, do you really want her?”
Dixon looked at me angrily as he got up. I realized neither of these guys knew the whole truth about what had happened here.
I’d managed to free my legs. I reached behind my head, determined to get rid of the ball gag if I had to rip off my face in the process.
“You’re right,” Dix said. “She’s all yours.” He stalked away.
I jumped off the bed, tossing away the gag as I ran through the hall after him. When I found him, he was in the bedroom we’d shared the night before, stuffing his change of clothing into a duffle bag.
“Dix, we need to clear things up.” I grabbed the robe he’d lent me and shoved my arms into it.
“I don’t know how it could be any clearer. You were about to have sex with my brother.”
He picked up his bag and headed for the living room. I followed him.
“I wasn’t trying to have sex with him. You left me there, bound and gagged. He assumed—”
“So you’re saying you didn’t want him?”
“No, I didn’t.”
He stopped suddenly and grabbed the back of my hair. Pain shot through my head as he forced my face up toward his.
“You were holding his dick!” He released me with such force I nearly fell backward.
“I got one hand free. I was trying to fend him off!”
“You’ve always been hot for him. You always did everything he said. But I let that go because he was your boss and I knew you’d been thrown into a weird situation. But I thought after last night…”
His beautiful blue eyes registered intense hurt and my heart broke to think he believed I didn’t want him.
“Last night meant everything to me… I’d do anything to prove to you how I feel.”
I watched as several emotions passed through his eyes. He still cared, but he was so angry. He didn’t trust our feelings for each other, just as I hadn’t trusted them at the restaurant.