kept in the dark and at another’s mercy.
Suddenly, Rebecca was scared how wet Alec was going to find her if he chose to touch her pussy.
But he didn’t, not then.
It was at that moment she heard a sound on her left and her head whipped in that direction, realizing it was the sound of someone settling into a chair.
“Relax, beautiful,” Tristan’s voice said from a close distance, his tone husky and hypnotic; almost tangible in her sightless state. “I’m quite happy to simply watch – for now.”
Rebecca didn’t think it possible to feel hotter, or wetter knowing Tristan would be witnessing every moment. Playing voyeur while his brother had his wicked way with her helpless body.
She had no time to dwell on the kinkiness of the whole scenario; which was nothing like she’d ever experienced before.
The next moment, Alec’s hands fell heavily on her breasts, seizing them.
She whimpered at his sure, claiming touch on the defenseless mounds. Heard him tell her how much he loved them; how firm yet soft and bouncy they were, and how juicy looking were her nipples. “I can just imagine little clothespins, fastened to these sexy pink nubs,” he said huskily. “And how much they’d make you squirm.”
“No, please…,” Rebecca gasped in instant denial. She didn’t fuck around with real pain. It wasn’t her thing at all. But there was no true conviction in her refusal. And she was sure Alec knew this.
As his next words proved, even as he chuckled softly. “One rule of this game, Rebecca; no usually means yes. So if there’s really anything that happens you really want to put a stop to, you’ll have to use a safe word. Something simple you can remember. Can you think of anything?”
As if thinking was possible at a time like this. Yet somehow, Rebecca got her mind to work. She couldn’t believe she was going along with this. Was there something twisted inside her? Had Alec and Tristan somehow seen this potential in her when they’d met her in that crowded bar earlier that night?
It felt like ages ago now. But it was barely a few hours since then. And almost a lifetime of thrills had passed, leaving little breadcrumbs, like hyperlinks in a trail leading to a new page of ecstasy.
The moment she provided a safe word, Rebecca knew that would be her way of consenting to what was happening. Being tied up and blindfolded without her permission, on the first night of their meeting should have scared her out of her wits. Strangely, it didn’t.
Instead, there was that spiciness on the tip of her tongue; that sense of a sweet, hot danger. That was when she said that one word to set it all in motion, like an arrow once released and could never to be recalled.
“ Ginger .”
*
Alec’s lips navigated a tender path across the ticking pulse at her temple, over the edge of her jawline to her lips, where he pressed silence upon them. With that kiss Alec stole away her breath and any last thought of protest.
To Rebecca, her naked body felt more exposed than nudity usually allowed, and all because of this new dynamic; the restraints, the blindfold. The captivity and the darkness. Being watched by the other person in the room; knowing it was impossible to conceal any of her secrets. Exhibited and on display.
Rebecca shivered slightly, and sighed against Alec’s lips. She was ready.
Those hands on her breasts, first so possessive, now became punishing. With their lips merged moistly, Alec busied himself turning her nipples into two points of an agonized nerve center. He pinched them both in each thumb and index finger, then twisted, and pulled. And pinched even harder.
Shit! The pain; oh the sweet pain, thought Rebecca as she whimpered at the unholy and tenderly cruel assault. She cried out as the sting intensified from an even fiercer tug of his fingers. A moan, a sob.
“I have no language to describe your beauty right now,” Alec whispered against her lips, parted wide in tormented pleasure. “These
Suddenly, Rebecca was scared how wet Alec was going to find her if he chose to touch her pussy.
But he didn’t, not then.
It was at that moment she heard a sound on her left and her head whipped in that direction, realizing it was the sound of someone settling into a chair.
“Relax, beautiful,” Tristan’s voice said from a close distance, his tone husky and hypnotic; almost tangible in her sightless state. “I’m quite happy to simply watch – for now.”
Rebecca didn’t think it possible to feel hotter, or wetter knowing Tristan would be witnessing every moment. Playing voyeur while his brother had his wicked way with her helpless body.
She had no time to dwell on the kinkiness of the whole scenario; which was nothing like she’d ever experienced before.
The next moment, Alec’s hands fell heavily on her breasts, seizing them.
She whimpered at his sure, claiming touch on the defenseless mounds. Heard him tell her how much he loved them; how firm yet soft and bouncy they were, and how juicy looking were her nipples. “I can just imagine little clothespins, fastened to these sexy pink nubs,” he said huskily. “And how much they’d make you squirm.”
“No, please…,” Rebecca gasped in instant denial. She didn’t fuck around with real pain. It wasn’t her thing at all. But there was no true conviction in her refusal. And she was sure Alec knew this.
As his next words proved, even as he chuckled softly. “One rule of this game, Rebecca; no usually means yes. So if there’s really anything that happens you really want to put a stop to, you’ll have to use a safe word. Something simple you can remember. Can you think of anything?”
As if thinking was possible at a time like this. Yet somehow, Rebecca got her mind to work. She couldn’t believe she was going along with this. Was there something twisted inside her? Had Alec and Tristan somehow seen this potential in her when they’d met her in that crowded bar earlier that night?
It felt like ages ago now. But it was barely a few hours since then. And almost a lifetime of thrills had passed, leaving little breadcrumbs, like hyperlinks in a trail leading to a new page of ecstasy.
The moment she provided a safe word, Rebecca knew that would be her way of consenting to what was happening. Being tied up and blindfolded without her permission, on the first night of their meeting should have scared her out of her wits. Strangely, it didn’t.
Instead, there was that spiciness on the tip of her tongue; that sense of a sweet, hot danger. That was when she said that one word to set it all in motion, like an arrow once released and could never to be recalled.
“ Ginger .”
*
Alec’s lips navigated a tender path across the ticking pulse at her temple, over the edge of her jawline to her lips, where he pressed silence upon them. With that kiss Alec stole away her breath and any last thought of protest.
To Rebecca, her naked body felt more exposed than nudity usually allowed, and all because of this new dynamic; the restraints, the blindfold. The captivity and the darkness. Being watched by the other person in the room; knowing it was impossible to conceal any of her secrets. Exhibited and on display.
Rebecca shivered slightly, and sighed against Alec’s lips. She was ready.
Those hands on her breasts, first so possessive, now became punishing. With their lips merged moistly, Alec busied himself turning her nipples into two points of an agonized nerve center. He pinched them both in each thumb and index finger, then twisted, and pulled. And pinched even harder.
Shit! The pain; oh the sweet pain, thought Rebecca as she whimpered at the unholy and tenderly cruel assault. She cried out as the sting intensified from an even fiercer tug of his fingers. A moan, a sob.
“I have no language to describe your beauty right now,” Alec whispered against her lips, parted wide in tormented pleasure. “These
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