Twice the Touch (8 page)

In the eastern
corner, near the bed, there's an armoire full of toys and other implements. Both my little ones have already noticed it. They've also noticed the hook in the ceiling in the right corner closest to us. The floor is empty around that space, and the sex swing I've bought for that hook is in the armoire.

Lastly, in the corner to our left, obscured by the
open door, there's a table housing fresh towels, a fully-stocked mini fridge, the docking station to my iPod, my camera equipment, and a few boxes with lotions, condoms, lube, painkillers, wipes, antibacterial gel, and a first aid kit.

For months, I've had this room—hell, this whole apartment—designed and prepared for playtime. To say I'm ready to christen the place would be the understatement of the year.

When I speak, I startle them, perhaps because they're so busy staring into my room. "Brayden, I want you in the middle of the bed. On your back. Evangeline, you can open that armoire over there."

As they scurry to obey, I
walk over to the table and push play on my Goth metal list, keeping the volume low. The heavy beat will add to the atmosphere, as will the dim lighting and lit candles. Quickly leaving the room, I duck out to the kitchen to fill up a bowl with hot water for later. When I'm back, I leave it next to a few washcloths. Walking over to the armoire next, I drop our clothes near the window. All that’s left are my leathers. And one sub's kitty ears.

Evangeline's waiting for me
, and Brayden's gaze follows us from the bed. Both naked. Ready to be used and pleasured.

"T
hese will suffice for tonight." My chest presses against Evangeline's back when I reach closer and pull out four black silk ties from the armoire. I'm saving cuffs and shackles for another night. Evangeline has undoubtedly seen them. All of it. Dildos, beads, rope, plugs, bullets, spreader bars, feathers, crops, floggers, switches, tawses, a cane, my bullwhip, BDSM tape, wax candles, clamps, blindfolds, gags, paddles… All on display in the compartments.

"Hmm, what else?" I pretend to ponder while I leave a trail of kisses along her neck and shoulder. "I have plans for your mouth and pussy, so that’s covered. But what…about…" I lean over her and pick
out a plug and a J-shaped vibrator. That small anchor will make any man go insane, vibrating against the spot between balls and ass, while the longer end is inside and applying pressure on the prostate. "And this." I take a small flexi crop hanging on the inside wall of the armoire, because I want to test my theory on giving Evangeline some pain with her pleasure. "Hold it, please." I give her the crop, letting her get acquainted with it.

Then I leave her there and put down the toys on one of the nightstands, not saying a word as I begin to tie up Brayden. The black silk wrap
s around his wrists and ankles. Arms and legs spread. Tied to the rings in the wood. Satisfied with my work, I stand at the foot of the bed, admiring Brayden's naked body as I rub a palm over my cock that’s slowly waking up after that blow job.

He tests the bindings, pulling and twisting, and when he understands he's not going anywhere, he groans and stops struggling. His cock juts up toward his lower abs, looking painfully hard. And it gets me thinking… He's naked, vulnerable, exposed, and I've never seen him so aroused. That could be his thing—being scrutinized, preyed upon… For many, that’s humiliating. Which turns some subs on like nothing else. Could that be it?

If it's humiliation that gets him off, I can imagine it's even more difficult to let go of his past. Because I doubt his father's rants left Brayden all warm and fuzzy inside. But it fits. He was extremely aroused when I had my hands and mouth on Evangeline last week at the club.

Cuckolding comes to mind, and I wonder how he'd react if I forced him to sit on the sidelines and watch while I fuck Evangeline and make her scream my name.

I don’t want to push too hard too fast, though, so I decide to start with something similar but smaller. Hopefully, it will have a desirable effect.

After retrieving lube, wipes, and
condoms from the table, I tell Evangeline, "Kneel next to Brayden on the bed."

I walk to the opposite side and kneel on Brayden's other side.
With him between us, I pull Evangeline close and slam my lips to hers. I swallow her moan, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. The crop in her hand lands on Brayden's chest with a muted slap, and then I have Evangeline's arms around my neck. The skin around my cock tightens, blood rushing and surging, and all I want is to devour them completely—without further delay.

The preparations and everything leading up to this moment fades at the crackling tension. The fire sizzling around us makes everything else appear technical and mechanical.

I groan, my kiss going from hungry to downright bruising. And Evangeline takes it. She cries out, as if saying she wants more. She even clings to me, seemingly forgetting that her boyfriend is still tied to the mattress between us.

"Master…
" Brayden's voice snaps me back to reality, and I grab Evangeline's jaw and break away from the kiss, panting. The first thing I see is the effect our kiss had on my boy. Arousal has beaded at the head of his cock, and it's slowly trickling down his shaft.
Fuck me
. My mouth waters, and I swallow. Knowing the last place that cock was buried in only makes me want it more.

Reaching for the J-shaped vibrator
and the lube, I get between Brayden's parted legs and look him in the eye. "Growing desperate, pup?" Testing his limits, I lube up two fingers and press the pad of my middle finger against his hole. He tenses up, but at the same time, he nods furiously. Either in response to my question or as in my touch is okay. This was what I meant earlier when I said there would be some touching. Because I won't have a sub doing my job. That’s a line I won't cross.

I look down and watch as my finger disappears into him, past the ring of muscle, until I can't get deeper. He
's tight, but he's not a stranger to anal play.

"Evangeline has fucked you with dildos before, hasn’t she?"
I add a second finger, and a part of me wants to pleasure him just like this.

"Yes," he grits out, breathing heavily. "Yes, Master."
Fuck
, it feels good to hear that title coming from his mouth. "I—I can't help it. Can't help that I like it." He groans when I press in a third. "Oh,
God
."

"I'm glad you like it, Brayden," I m
urmur huskily. "You have no fucking idea how much that pleases me, and I'm grateful you're willing to share this with me." He shudders and relaxes. Slowly withdrawing my fingers, I prepare the vibrator for him and then use a wipe for my fingers. "It'll feel a bit cold in the beginning." Gently cupping his balls, I start to push in the slicked-up vibrator. He squirms and moans, eyes closed. "Such a good boy." Much like Evangeline, Brayden is bare for me. She waxes; he shaves. "That’s right—relax for your Master." When the vibrator is in place, I switch it on.

"Fuck!" A spasm rolls through him. His firm muscles contract.
Defined abs and pecs. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck."

"You're not allowed to come until I say so." I position myself across from Evangeline once more and pick up the crop
. With Brayden between us, I plan to explore her tolerance for pain. "You know what this is, kitten?"

"A riding crop, Master," she whispers fearfully. "I know I said that I don’t know enough, but…" Misery flashes across her features as she eyes the implement. "I don’t like pain, Sir."
Yet, she loved it when I flogged her.

It gives me a deep sense of satisfaction to figure them out, but this isn't
a journey of discovery only for me. It's for them, too, and there's a lot to unravel.

"And I think you're wrong, beautiful," I whisper back. "But we'll start with just on
e, okay? And you know your safewords."

She nods jerkily
and sucks in a breath. In her eyes, I can see that she's expecting the worst. She's preparing herself for pain—severe pain. And I could stun her; I could let the crop snap against her skin without a warning, but I want to prove a point. So, I draw out the anticipation and slide the patch of leather over her skin, down her neck, over her exquisite tits, circling her nipples, and allow her eyes to follow each movement. She wonders where I will strike. Fully aware of the tool, waiting, she steels herself for impact.

"Ready?" I lower the crop to her stomach, then even farther down until it settles on the mound of her pussy. She grits her teeth and gives me another jerky nod. At her sides, her hands
are balled into tight little fists. I smile. And with a quick flick of my wrist, the crop comes down with a
snap!
on her slit.

"Ouch! That fucking hurt!"
She lets out a cute snarl. "
Master
."

My smile turns wry. "Did it really?"

Brayden grits out a moan.

She glares. "Yes. It did.
Sir
. It hurt—a lot." Liar, liar. Flogging did it for her at Switch. This isn't worse.

Her eyes betray the surprise of the impact—the fact that it hurt less than she feared.
Probably also that the pain it did inflict gave her a thrill of pleasure. Now she's only holding on to her pride. Being proved wrong is never fun.

I keep staring at her, giving her
a chance to retract the claws. It takes a moment, and I turn my focus on Brayden while I wait, but then she's evidently done.

She huffs. "Fine. Maybe it didn’t hurt
that
much. But it still hurt!"

This time I don’t warn her. Before she can react, I flick down the crop three times in quick succession right over her clit. Just as she's about to cry out, I grab her jaw and pull her close.

"Explain this, then," I hiss and show her the leather of the crop's end. It's fucking
drenched
. With a dark grin on my face, I smear the wetness of the leather across her pouty lips. "Are you going to tell me it's juices from being turned on earlier?" I lower my voice. "Or are you going to tell me the
truth
."

She whimpers. "It did hurt a little—"

"It's supposed to."

"Okay, okay." Her eyes well up slightly. "I liked it."

I nod and release her. "Because you don’t hate pain, Evangeline." I point to Brayden's dripping cock. "Suck him." Jumping off the bed, I unzip my leathers and walk over to the armoire. In there, I locate another four silk ties, and then I return to the bed. "I want you between Brayden's legs. But don’t stop sucking him. He's needy and fucking desperate."

Brayden groans and digs the back of his head deeper into the pillows.

While Evangeline positions herself, I push down my pants and grab one of the condoms. Making a quick decision, I take the lube and the plug, too. Then I get behind her on the bed and tie her left leg to Brayden's right. The right with his left follows.

"Hands behind your back, subbie." She obeys immediately, her head still bobbing up and down
on Brayden's cock. I gather her wrists with the third silk tie and secure it with a tight knot. For her, my goal now is both pain and discomfort. "Not too tight?"

"No, Master," she breathes out.

"Good." The last tie goes under Brayden's lower back, then over Evangeline's neck, where I secure the ends. As a result, she's locked in her position. The only room she has is a few inches to move over her boyfriend's dick. "Comfortable?"

It's a pitiful whimper this time. "No, Master."

Excellent
. Next is the plug. Fingers slicked with lube, I slowly push one into her ass. Aside from tensing up, she takes it perfectly. By the second finger, she relaxes and redoubles her efforts to pleasure Brayden. I praise her with words and caresses, letting her get used to every intrusion. The plug I prepare isn't a large one, so after warming her up with three fingers, I press the piece inside her and encourage her to push back. It helps her accept it with less resistance.

"Color?"

"Green," she croaks.

"Good girl." I finger her pussy for a beat, my fingers coming out wet and fucking delicious. "Take a deep breath." Reaching for the condom, I tear the foil and roll the rubber down my length. Then
I grip her hips and tease her pussy only for a second, slapping the head of me across her clit, before I slam inside her.

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ
.

I grind my teeth together. So hot, so wet, goddamn tight.

"Oh, my God," Evangeline chokes out.

"Color?" I ask them through clenched teeth.

"Green, Master—I need to come," Brayden spits out in a rush.

"No
t yet, pup." I laugh, out of breath, and rub Evangeline's soft ass. "You, kitten?"

"Yell—" She pauses and sucks in air.

I'm proud of her. I know I'm pushing her; not only is she completely restrained with an anal plug in her ass, but I drove into her mercilessly at the same time as she was forced to keep her mouth on Brayden's cock.

"It's never wrong to
safeword," I murmur. "Is it your neck?" I know it's straining. And I can feel how tense her thighs are. She nods as much as she can. "Try to breathe. Breathe and accept me deeper." I pause for a moment, letting her center herself. Meanwhile, I caress her skin and reach under her to cup her tits. Not all women have sensitive nipples, but Evangeline definitely does. "Your color?"