Stripped - Complete Series (6 page)

Shudders filled her frame and the need for air was forgotten as she swallowed the warm, salty moisture that brimmed within her throat. Her eyes dimmed, senses hazing as she became boneless with rapture. She heard the dull pound of her heartbeat in her ears, like a distant thunder. This couldn’t be the end, she thought muzzily as the two cocks inside her slid out slowly.

Even within the total gratification of her body and mind, lay the sensation that after tonight there’d remain a persistent void only Alec and Tristan could fill. She could either welcome this new revelation, or flee from it. But just which choice was it going to be?

*

Giddy with that last explosive orgasm, Rebecca’s eyes drifted open in hopes that the room had stopped spinning. But all she met was darkness.

She tried to sit up, to pull the covers over her but then she realized why she couldn’t seem to move; she was tied to the bedposts. And she couldn’t see because she’d been blindfolded.

Oh…fuck.

Rebecca frantically tried to remember what happened as she rested back down on the bed in shock. Every part of her felt deliciously tender, not really around her wrists and ankles from the restraints, but her breasts, nipples and the swollen seam of her sex.

I should scream; cry out – anything,
were her frantic thoughts but she felt rendered speechless.

The only question now was, why had Alec and Tristan seen fit to blindfold and tie her to the bed, and what did they want to do to her?

The next moment she began anxiously trying to free herself from the restraints; twisting her wrists, pulling her arms and straining her legs. But the harder she fought for release, the deeper the conviction that she wasn’t going anywhere.

Her breath came quick and more fearful. Yet beneath the fear was the excitement of what lay in store. She must be crazy to feel any kind of anticipation about this. This was bad. She could very well be in deep shit right now.

Had she been a fool to trust the brothers? She didn’t really know them from Adam. She should have known better than to think she could be safe around them.

Look at the situations you get yourself into, Rebecca
, she chided herself internally.

Just then the door slowly began to open, and Rebecca went tense, her breath at a standstill while her heart pounded so fast it throbbed through her whole body. She was seconds from learning her fate…

“Lie still.”

It was Alec’s voice, unmistakably deep and silken.

The moment Rebecca had heard the door open, she’d begun her frantic struggling against her bonds. Those two words, said so authoritatively yet without menace, made her obey.

“What’s going on?” she breathed. “What’s going to happen to me?”

Part of her really didn’t want to know. An even bigger part wanted to demand to be released. Yet still, was that tiny piece within that was hungry to taste the unknown. First had come temptation, now she was truly ensnared, totally eclipsed by wondrous excitement.

The light sound of two pairs of footfalls advanced, and she heard a chuckle that sounded suspiciously like Tristan’s, making her realize he’d come in with Alec. Rebecca’s breath shifted to pants of fearful anticipation as she kept wondering what they both planned to do to her in this vulnerable state.

“It begins like every other game, Rebecca,” Alec replied, ever so teasingly.

She stiffened as she felt the bed dip beside her, realizing he’d sat on the edge close to her. A heady mix of shame and lust cloaked her. Here, naked and bound, unable to tell what was about to be done to her as she lay there defenseless. Where exactly could Tristan be? She knew he was in the room but hadn’t as yet spoken except for that deep, low and somewhat devilish chuckle. Rebecca shuddered in her restraints.

Had this been planned all along, from the very beginning? That by the end of the night, Rebecca would find herself trapped in this bed, which only just minutes ago had been the platform for her baptism of lust with the two brothers?

Rebecca felt a sudden ache. Right out of nowhere, a deep persistent hunger arose from her fear of this loss of control. Of this unknown.

“And persists like every other obsession,” Alec added, this time with his lips closer to her face. The warmth of his sweet, sexy breath teased the tiny hairs in her pores.

What could Rebecca say to that? How about,
I didn’t sign up for this
? She’d guessed that tonight would be unforgettable. But no way had she seen this coming.

“I’ve never been tied to the bed or blindfolded before,” she whispered, conscious of his close presence. What was it that still kept her from freaking out about this unexpected situation?

“We guessed as much,” Alec said, and she felt his fingers gently brushing away the damp tendrils on her forehead. “And like I said this is a game – one we’d like to teach you to play.”

Rebecca felt like she was on the edge. All she believed, all she had known, and everything she’d ever done…suddenly paled in the background of something just beyond, something utterly breath-taking.

She’d never felt anything like this before. Not with anyone else. But there was a familiarity about Alec, just as with Tristan; a certain
resonance.
It caused her imagination to expand till it swarmed moistly at her thighs, reaching past the ache in her lower belly and sending a shiver up her spine. She flushed deeply, conjuring countless images of her own bondage and what could take place with her in this vulnerable position.

“Alec…”

“Ssh,” he said softly, following that with just his fingertips grazing over her jutting nipples, brought into more relief by her arms bound above her head. Rebecca felt jolted as if by a Taser and her back arched, a gasp escaping her.

“You know we won’t hurt you. Deep down, you know this is going to feel as good or bad as we want it to,” Alec told her huskily.

Fuck
. Rebecca closed her eyes tightly shut against Alec’s words, as if that would help. Yet her awareness of sensation was heightened by the loss of sight. Even her hearing felt sharpened, acute. This was the worst torture of all; being 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 gorgeous nipples, hard and hungry between my fingers. The innocence of your face creasing with impure pleasure from the pain. You like this, the way it feels?” He twisted again at her nipples, so roughly her areoles felt stretched out completely from their base.

Rebecca couldn’t lie. “Yessss,” came out in a long, teeth-grinding hiss.

She could almost hear his smile as he said, “So rare. So exotic and precious. You are utterly unique, Rebecca. I think Tristan and I knew this from the very first moment you turned around and we saw you.”

“We certainly did,” Tristan agreed, voice slightly hoarse and she could almost actually
sense
his gaze, hungry and intense.

Alec’s fingers now eased their torment, smoothing over her nipples in delicious, delicate and dangerous circles. Caressing and soothing; relishing. And so began a checkered dance of pain and pleasure, good and bad, soft and hard. Nice and wicked.

Alec’s mouth took the place of his fingers on her nipples, and for some moments it was a burning bliss. Hot, hungry nursing, tongue lapping sensuously. Then teeth biting, nipping with a savage enticement. Rebecca’s loud moans stretched out in the silence of the room, her limbs straining against her bonds.

She cried out his name, begged and pleaded. But never used the safe word “Ginger”. She wasn’t ready to be safe just yet. She wanted more of this sultry, velvet, dark decadence of Alec’s dominance of her body and mind. She felt wet, hot, cold, on fire - all at once.

Her nerve endings never felt more alive and electric. In the shadows of her vision, pleasure-pain popped in vivid colors.

Despite their punishment her nipples hardened increasingly. In those moments both beaded nubs became the nucleus of sensation, sending a comet of heat traveling down to the hungry wetness between her parted thighs.

Alec lifted his mouth from her breasts, every square inch now swollen and tender. Rebecca wished she could see him, watch his handsome face to know how pleased her body, her powerlessness made him. But then she felt glad, even comfortable in the knowledge that she could never be sure what next.

In the quiet that followed, she heard the distinct clink of metal telling her Alec was undoing his belt; her thoughts confirmed when she picked up the next sound of his zipper sliding down in the silence of the room.

Just like that, her arousal level ratcheted up in magnitude. Naked and bound and blindfolded, she’d been touched and fondled; primed to ignite.

Now Alec wanted more.

And Rebecca wanted what he wanted. Her tongue ran seductively over her upper lip. She hoped he saw that. He did.

“I know you’re hungry. So am I, beautiful. Hungry to feed you,” he said huskily. Rebecca heard him step closer and she felt the head of his cock, turgid and hot, brush across her cheek. She gasped, and the next second the mushroom tip pressed against her eager lips. Her lips immediately parted as Alec’s thickness pushed in without preamble.

There was no time to prepare herself, that deliciously rock-hard cock ramming to the back of her throat. Alec backed off slightly just as her gag reflex triggered, allowing a deep swallow of air before he pushed forward again.

The way he gripped her hair. The taste of him; the silky smooth flesh-on-steel. That lingering scent of soap and musk. Alec, holding himself deep and then pulling back until just the tip remained warm and wet within her aching lips. And then he began moving again, fucking her mouth with that powerful cock in a steady, even yet rough rhythm. She loved how it made her feel, one hand on her scalp steering her movements.

Above all was the intensity of his thrusts, the wet squelching sounds from her mouth that sent the saliva trickling down her chin…By this time Rebecca lost sense of how long Alec used her mouth, and even as her eyes watered beneath the blindfold she never imagined an end to the thrill, the wild escape.

Lost in her dark world, Rebecca gave in to the conscious yielding up of her sexual free will to serve another. The overwhelming desire to submit came from the soul. She felt enlightened, aroused and deeply fulfilled even without being yet satisfied.

The rising, gratifying groan that filled the air could have come from Alec, or her. Maybe even Tristan from his position as avid observer. Rebecca could no longer tell the difference. All she became aware of was the desire to please, and to fulfil her own needs, brought about by an understanding of them who would master her.

Just when she least expected him to, Alec tugged her mouth off him, pulling that delicious cock out of reach.

Gasping, Rebecca fought to get her bearings but she was too steeped in the disorientating darkness of the blindfold. When she felt Alec’s hands skim her breasts once again, her whole body arched in response and then slowly, lay back unto the pillows once more as his touch came soft and teasing.

“That right; relax so I can pleasure this beautiful body my way,” said Alec. Rebecca shivered, fists clenching reactively in their binding cuffs as she felt Alec stretch out beside her.

“Mmmhmm, these nipples look so hard and in need of some extra attention. Or what do you think, Tristan?” she heard Alec say as an aside to his brother and Rebecca’s body flushed more deeply. For a moment she’d allowed Tristan’s presence slip from her mind, but now his answering growl gave her a vision of how affected he was by the scene undoubtedly before him.

“I’m thinking you’re right, and how much I want to be in your shoes right now,” Tristan rasped.

“Soon, brother,” Alec said with a low, rough chuckle. “I’m far from done with our sexy little toy.”