A Double Dose of Billionaire: Part Two (6 page)

Meet us at the airport at five.
It had been a quick text. Curt and to the point, without any extra fluff or flowery words. I couldn't figure out whether that was the way they normally texted people, or whether Riley had gotten too pissed off to type more.

Tyrone dropped me off at the airport, right in front of where the plane was supposed to land. Rich people sure had it convenient.

I stood wide-eyed and on my tiptoes as I waited. It felt like forever since I touched them. I acted like a teenage girl who had recently hooked up with her crush. It had been so long since I ran my fingers through their silky hair and had them breathe against my neck.

But I didn't think they'd let me have any of that sweet, cuddly stuff tonight. Not after the stunt I pulled with Riley.

My pulse quickened when they finally arrived. The plane's wheels touched the ground. It circled around the runway before pulling into the stop. My heart thumped so hard, I thought it would fall out of my chest. The door opened steadily, and my twins were standing there, looking perfect and almost inhumanly sexy in their trim suits.

I had to stop myself from running to them and throwing myself into their arms. I didn't know why my emotions swirled around in such a sporadic manner when I saw them; they had only been gone for four days. All I knew was my twins had returned, and I wanted them all to myself. It was strange how possessive I got over them—ever since their mother forced my confession out, it had never been the same.

I strutted up to them, hoping for them to greet me intimately and passionately—they wouldn't, because others were looking, but a girl could hope.

"Hi," I said, smiling at them. "Welcome back."

"Glad to be back," Ryan replied. His smile hadn't reached his eyes.

Riley acknowledged me with a light nod, but he didn't say a word.

A sharp pang crept toward my chest. They could've been more excited to see me. They didn't have to embrace me in their arms and plant a kiss on my mouth, but something more would've been nice. Did their feelings for me change after the trip? Did they suddenly decide I couldn't be a good partner, or got bored?

I followed them into Tyrone's car, trying to think up things to say.

I rested my hand onto Ryan's wrist. Maybe some physical contact would open them up. "How was your trip to Paris?"

It was the wrong question to ask. They both glowered at me.

Ryan shook his head. "Not very good. The director of TTA International decided to pull out at the last minute. Negotiations failed, and we won't be able to carry on with the new projects smoothly."

I pressed my knees together and bowed my head. "Oh, sorry to hear about that."

"We'll get them. I'm scheduling another conference for next month, but this time, they're coming to us."

"Everything is still good then?" I pulled the corners of my lips up wryly.

Riley snorted. "Not nearly. We'll have to push back our schedule and negotiate new terms with the other companies involved."

"Oh."

Conversation ended at that point.

What else was I to say? They were obviously in terrible moods. I could almost feel the heat of anger crackling underneath their skins. I wasn't about to start a fire.

They were required to get logistics, like their passports, settled. After that, we entered the car, and Tyrone drove us home.

Uncomfortable silence permeated the commute back home. Even when pissed out of their minds, the twins didn't stop looking like handsome embodiments of sexiness. Actually, them being mad might've made them more enticing. Their hair was uncombed and tousled because of their long flight, and their lips were just as inviting as ever.

I crossed my legs and adjusted myself on my seat. Wetness had already seeped between my thighs. Wicked images began to dance through my mind.

When we reached the doorstep of their mansion, Riley and Ryan got out as soon as they could. I wondered why they needed to rush. I stepped out of the car, not certain what they planned to have in store tonight. Maybe the trip tired them out, and they wanted to rest for the night. I only wished they would let me join them and cuddle in their bed. If they weren't willing to have sex, a mere cuddle would suffice.

I hated the desperate and needy side of me. That was what love did.

If all love had in store for me was heartbreak, I didn't want any of it. When Damien and I broke up, there hadn't been any feelings left. Seeing him sleep with another girl hurt me, not because of love, but because the mere act itself made me feel incompetent and betrayed.

But the twins acting like this cut into my heart like a blunt knife, painstakingly slowly, making sure I suffered every inch of the way.

Exhausted from the ride, I dragged myself out of the vehicle. I hadn't moved two steps when Ryan picked me up and cradled my frame in his arms.

"I want to fuck you so bad," he said.

Happiness pooled around me so much that tears escaped from the corner of my eyes. That was the first time anybody had made me happy after cursing at me. But I knew he wanted me, and that was enough.

I laughed and hugged his neck. I stretched my neck out to kiss him, and he kissed me back hungrily.

He padded to the naughty room, his pace quick and impatient. Riley keyed in the numbers, and soon, I found myself within the red walls.

They settled me onto the bed. Their hands were tearing at my clothes before they said anything. My shirt snapped open, popping the buttons off. Riley took off my skirt hastily, nearly dragging me off the bed with it. They'd never been so rough before, so animalistic. My breasts became more sensitive as their actions turned me on.

I panted hard, not able to keep up with their pace. "Ryan, Riley, slow down—"

Ryan enclosed my lips with his, shoving his tongue in and silencing me.

For a moment, I felt the loss of Riley's touch. When Ryan had released my mouth, I opened my eyes to see Riley behind him, holding a bundle of red ropes. He tugged at part of it, pulling it taut.

He smirked. "This is the start of your punishment."

I swallowed my saliva. The intensity of his gaze bore into my skin. A glint of amusement sparkled in his eyes.

"Stand up," he ordered.

I started to clamber to my feet, but I was still not fast enough. Ryan hurried me by pulling my elbow. He pinned my arms to my back and presented my naked body to his brother. I grunted. They were being a little too rough.

Riley made his way forward and pinched my nipples. He wasn't gentle about it. They stung under his touch, forcing me to wince. Then, he wrapped the red ropes around my body. He must have tried this on other girls many times because the cords came around me fluidly, curving and twisting at all the right places. He callously handled my frame, turning me around as and when he liked, his fingers pinching at areas they might've bruised.

When he was done, I glanced down and saw an intricate pattern looped around my stomach. The ropes tied my arms behind my back and hugged around my waist.

"Now, walk to the other side of the room," he commanded.

"What?" I turned my head up, puzzled why he'd ask me to walk after all that.

"Don't make me ask twice. When I ask you to walk, you walk without question."

I nodded my head. "Yes, sir." I stifled a moan after my first step. He had wrapped the ropes between my legs and against my core. The first step caused the rope to rub my wet folds. It pressed into them, and soon my juices soaked the bottom length of the device.

"Don't stop."

I gritted my teeth together and took a few more steps forward. By the time I had made my way to the other side of the room, my knees had gone weak. My nails dug into the palm of my hand.

"I can't," I pleaded. Couldn't they simply take me on their bed without tormenting me so much?

"I didn't ask you to stop," Ryan said.

I bit my lower lip and knelt down onto the floor. "I can't. I need to come."

"You're not allowed to. Stand up."

"Please." I arched my back and wriggled side to side, trying to hold in the tension that had built up within me. I needed to do as the twins said. I needed to make them happy. I couldn't come just yet. "Let me. I beg of you."

Riley picked me up from the floor. "You can come after I start fucking you with my cock."

I couldn't wait till then. The tight ball in my belly threatened to burst open. It was impossible to hold back.

Skillfully, Riley untangled the rope that had been gripping my pussy. It brought temporary relief, loosening the coil for a while. The twins weren't so kind to ease my agony so quickly, though.

Ryan's thumb found the nub of my clit and massaged it. "You like that?" he breathed.

I groaned. "Fuck me, please."

Riley's palm came down on my breast, sending an aching tremor through me. I was starting to get confused by the mixture of pleasure and pain. "You address us by 'sir.'"

"Fuck me, sir!"

His cock slammed into my sheath as soon as I uttered the last word.

I came a few seconds after he entered. I cried out his name and clawed at his back as my orgasm drummed through me. He pounded into me as my release came, his hips slapping against mine. Ryan rubbed my clit harder and faster, replacing his thumb with his middle and index finger.

I had been completely exhausted after my orgasm ended, but they weren't ready to stop.

Ryan took out a pink gadget from one of their toy drawers. A butt plug—the same thing I belligerently took out of my ass when ordered not to two days ago. But it was made larger than the last.

Much
larger.

"No," I mouthed, horror sweeping over my face. "That won't fit."

"Yes, it will. You're going to take every last inch of it, with Riley's cock in your pussy and mine in your mouth."

My cowardly side nagged at me to run, but my adventurous side wanted to play. Even if I intended to flee, I couldn't. Riley had me in his vice-like grip, and the ropes had my arms completely secured behind my back.

Ryan gave the plug to his brother.

"I'll have fun doing this, princess," Riley said, his member still stroking my inner walls. He pushed me onto the couch, my back facing him. With my hands tied, I couldn't support myself and my cheek landed onto the velvet cushion.

Ryan presented his wood to my face. "Kiss it," he ordered.

"Yes, sir." I gave his cock a light kiss at its tip. In a wanton attempt to please him, I rolled my tongue over the length of his shaft before wrapping my lips over his cock. It was awkwardly difficult to please him in this position, but I managed. After getting restless, Ryan seized the back of my head and pushed his member as far down my throat as he could.

I breathed in through my nose and tried not to gag, but a throaty sound escaped.

As Ryan deep-throated me, Riley started prodding my back entrance with the plug. It was too big—bigger than the twins. I told myself it wouldn't fit. He gradually spread my cheeks with the toy, searing my flesh.

"Don't disobey us ever again, understood?" he said, spanking my ass.

I couldn't reply, not with Ryan occupying my mouth.

He spanked me again.

I must have been a masochist; no self-respecting woman would let herself be treated this way. Yet, I enjoyed every moment of it. Each slap on my ass sent a jolt to my pussy. They filled every entrance I had. It hurt like hell, but every action of theirs brought me closer to my climax.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

Riley finally managed to squeeze the whole of the plug in. I attempted to force my tears back, but they flooded out of my eyes anyway. If Ryan wasn't fucking my face, I'd be screaming, pleading for them to stop, yet not really certain whether I wanted it to end.

Ryan cupped my left breast with his hand and teased my nipple. It sent a light tingling through my skin. And then, he pinched it as hard as he could. The pains they inflicted had dulled into a numbing ache. The pain intertwined with my pleasure and formed a bundle of disorientation.

I came for the second time that night, feeling tighter than I ever did because of how the plug and Riley simultaneously squeezed into me. I choked against Ryan's cock, trying to cry out, but unable to because of how he forced himself down my throat.

"Fuck, she's tightening around me," Riley said in a raspy voice. "You're doing this on purpose, bitch." He slapped my ass as I came. Ryan pinched my nipple harder.

After one powerful thrust, he came, too, soaking my pussy with his cum. He continued to pump himself into me as his juices spurted out. He pulled himself out after he was done, and a smaller finger replaced the spot where his cock was. He began to toy with my clit as he licked my pussy, building me up to my third climax of the night as I circled my tongue around his brother's cock.

Ryan reached his orgasm at the same time my third one came. His cum hit the back of my throat as he grinded his hips forward. He gripped the hair on my back of my head and pushed my lips down. "
Fuck
. Your fucking mouth is so damn fucking tight."

I let out a muffled groan around his cock.

After every last drop of his semen had spilled into the back of my orifice, he pulled out, leaving a sticky string of cum trailing from my mouth. I licked my lips after he left, reveling in the taste of sex.

It was finally over. We could now cuddle in each other’s arms, and the sweet 'I miss yous' could be said as we exchanged light kisses—or so I thought.

I shouldn't have been so naive to think it'd end so quickly; the twins couldn't get enough of fucking.

Riley rammed something into my pussy. "Your punishment isn't done yet." A vibrator? It buzzed inside. I clenched my walls around it, rolling my head back and letting out a moan. He tied the rope between my thighs. "You're not allowed to take it out."

I looked at him with hooded eyes and whimpered in agreement. At this point, I was sure they could do anything to me, whether I liked it or not. A ringing started in my ears, my whole body paralyzed and weakened by pleasure. The sex had drained so much of my energy; I didn't have it in me to fight.