Theirs To Take(44)
I closed my eyes for an instant or an eternity — I wasn’t sure which — but when I opened them again, I found Gabriel’s golden gaze on mine, desire having darkened those eyes as he watched his brother make me come.
“Good girl,” Syn said when I relaxed my legs and released his hand.
My breathing came hard and fast, my eyes on Gabriel, lust a palpable thing pouring off of him in waves. When Syn gripped a handful of hair and tugged my head back, I opened my mouth to his, wanting him to kiss me, to devour me whole while his brother watched.
I was vaguely aware of Gabriel moving behind me. Syn released me as I heard a click and a moment later, felt pressure on the hook inside my ass. The brothers came around to stand before me and I finally understood what all this meant, why they’d done what they’d done. They had bound me to myself. Standing on tiptoe, the slightest movement would cause the hook to pull, lifting my hips higher the moment I relaxed my feet to stand flat.
Syn picked up the cane then and disappeared behind me. Tears filled my eyes at the pain I knew was moments away, a pain I dreaded but in a way, wanted, needed.
“We’ll break this up. Pleasure and pain, Eva. Pain and pleasure. The one always intensifies the other.”
With that came the first stroke of the rattan across the lowest part of my ass. I cried out, the pain burning a line of fire across my skin, causing me to stumble forward. But the way the taut chain bound me only allowed me a single step, forcing me to lean forward, the hook keeping my ass lifted and spread to take the next stroke.
“That was pain.”
As if I didn’t know.
“Count for me”
“One.”
The second stroke fell. Gabriel’s hands wrapped around my arms to steady me while I groaned, the burning soon becoming an inferno.
“Two. Please…”
Gabriel held me close as the cane struck again. I leaned into him, crying out with the pain, surrendering into Gabriel’s strength.
“Say the count, Evangeline,” he reminded me before covering my mouth with his for an intense, hot, but all too brief kiss.
“Three.” Confusion filled me again as I spoke, my bottom burning, my pussy leaking, the man before me a man I should want to run from, a man whose touch I shouldn’t take comfort in.
“Pleasure now,” Gabriel said, and the brothers switched places, Syn handing the cane to Gabriel, then slipping in front of me.
Syn kissed me, his hands on either side of my face, my hair matted to cheeks wet with sweat and tears. His tongue entered my mouth and I opened to him, wanting him. One hand moved down, pinching one nipple hard as he went lower, and I heard the zipper of his jeans slide down before feeling the soft head of his cock against my belly. I moaned then, opening wider, pushing myself against him, wanting to rub myself to orgasm.#p#分页标题#e#
He leaned slowly down, lifting me slightly, relieving the pressure of the hook in my ass as he brought the head of his cock to my pussy, kissing me now with open eyes, watching me.
“Please,” I begged, wanting him inside me, wanting him to fill my pussy as he had filled my ass.
He smiled, slowly sliding into my wet passage. My eyes rolled back with the sensation of his cock inside me, stretching me. The cane stroke that landed then made me gasp against Syn’s mouth, pain and pleasure melding as he fucked me slowly.
“Don’t forget the count, Eva,” he said.
“Four,” it was a breathy whisper, but enough because he kept fucking me as Gabriel lay the next stroke down. “Oh…”
I was going to come. I was going to come with Syn in my pussy, a steel ball in my ass and the cane raining fire upon my bottom.
“Five.” I moaned, desperate, wanting Syn closer, wanting him to fuck me harder, to make me come.
Gabriel struck again, the sixth stroke at the very tops of my thighs. I cried out, saying the count. Syn pulled out of me and stepped back, leaving me cold and wanting.
I would have reached for him but for my bonds, and as I watched him zip his jeans up, I felt my own arousal dripping down my thighs. I felt the pressure at my back hole lessen as the chain was lengthened and I could stand on flat feet once more. Gabriel set the cane down and I watched, confused as he took the spreader bar that lay on the floor and knelt before me, binding the restraints to my ankles, forcing my legs wide. When he was finished, Syn loosened the chain altogether.
“Kneel,” he said.
I obeyed without hesitation, even as I realized the spreader would keep my legs apart as I knelt. He rebound the chain so that my arms were drawn up over my head. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t comfortable either, and because I was so aroused, I was also acutely aware of the steel ball in my ass, of how my sex spread wide, pussy lips gaping. I wanted to come. My bottom burned from the cane, but all I wanted now was to come.