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  Chapter 15

  "You can throw your bag there." There was no dog to greet us at Matthew’s. There was no ambiance either. A hardwood floor, white-washed walls, a black sofa and a chrome TV stand. A flat screen dominated one half of the room, a huge ugly mirror the other. Something told me it had come with the place.

  I dropped my bag next to his gym shoes and a pile of newspapers by the front door. "Nice...um..." I gave up. Didn't even try.

  His grin made me wary and I stood still, as still as I would facing a strange growling dog. "Why don't you go upstairs, second room on the right. Strip down to your skivvies and wait for me there."

  "I don't think so." It was hard to say. Partly because I wanted to say yes and do what he said. Capitulate and set myself free, give myself over to his will.

  "Oh, I think so. Should I call my brother and ask his opinion?" The way Matthew flipped open his phone with a great flourish, an eager gesture, I knew who'd win this one. Or who would be the best poker player. Matthew. I followed his pointing finger. Feet heavy, gut tingly, head buzzing and partly because the warmest parts of me were warmer. The wettest spots on me were wetter and my heart threatened to burst out of my chest at any moment.

  I used the bathroom first this time and didn't ask. Matthew could chalk it up to wisdom or ignorance, whatever he chose. My pussy still swollen from my run in with the weed whacker variety of vibrator. So sensitive that just removing my little black panties and standing bare in his barren guest room had me wet and a steady drum beat of arousal between my legs.

  I folded my clothes on a small nightstand and sat on the edge of the double bed. The wide chenille spread a dead ringer for one on my mother's house from when I was a kid. "You look like you might levitate at any moment," Matthew said from the doorway.

  His face was handsome in its own right, longer and narrower than Lucas's. And not as kind. That made me want him to take me more and the second I recognized the emotion, my face blushed scarlet.

  "I might," I said.

  Matthew stepped into the room and though not big or bulky, he was imposing. His being seemed to suck up all the oxygen, eat up all the breathing room, dampen all the sunlight. He was a force and I was currently alone with the force and at his mercy. "Don't do that. That would be no fun. Well, it might, chasing a naked woman as she floated around the room." His hand ran down the crown of my head and my eyelids drifted shut. I had not expected his first touch to be gentle or lulling. "I could catch you up in the air and tie your wrists together." His fingers drifted down my neck and I shivered, mesmerized by his voice. Was this the snake charmer's voice right before he slammed the lid on the wicker basket? "And then your ankles."

  My pussy flexed, the contraction deep and moving. The fine hair along my body stood up and my skin tingled. I said nothing. It was not my place. I prided myself on being a fast learner.

  "I could tether you to the bed like a girl balloon. Watch you while I took the paddle to your ass, fuck you from behind and pull your hair and call you whore and slut and all the dirty names I just bet you like."

  Another contraction in my cunt, echoing in my womb to the tune of his nearly cruel but soft words.

  "And then as I came, I could cut your ties and watch you float. What do you think?" His lips came down on my shoulder, hot and full. Then his teeth nipped and I feared I would come right then and there. Would that make him angry? I didn't know. A little sound escaped me. I wanted to be right here, but I felt Lucas missing. Matthew made me feel an entirely different range of emotions than his brother, and yet I still missed Lucas being there. The safety of his presence, even when he was quiet. Even when he made me listen to Matthew.

  "Climb up on the bed now. Cat got your tongue? You had so much to say before."

  I started to obey and he said, "No, no hands and knees. Now about your quietude."

  "I don't know what to say. I'm scared of you."

  He smiled then. Nodded like it made all the sense in the world, most likely because it did. Would he ever hurt me for real, probably not. Would he push me, maybe harder than Lucas? I'd bet my bottom dollar on that one. I positioned myself on hands and knees and felt suddenly like livestock. Matthew palmed my ass--soft, gentle drags of his hand over my skin. "Nice marks. You're black and blue and pink and red. Some purple too." Each color earned me a kiss on the ass until my eyes slid shut and my back arched. I'd give anything to have him do that for the rest of the night. Nice gentle kisses on my bare skin, fingers skating over my flesh. I hummed low in my throat and gasped when his fingers slid into my pussy with a soft liquid sigh. "Looks like the little girl is wetter than wet," he laughed and pushed his fingers hard against my G-spot. I curled my toes to keep from coming. I didn't know if I was allowed to yet.

  Matthew took my hands and put them one atop the other before binding them. He shoved his hands under the mattress, coming up with red ties from underneath like a magician. "Put those sexy little legs out."

  The fear rose up then. It filled my chest like black water and I coughed. Lucas inspired trust. Lucas moved and talked and worked like a trustworthy man. Matthew inspired unease¾wariness. What would he do when he had me bound? Would he leave me and get mean and cruel like Damien had? I shook my head but stayed silent.

  "Was that a no?"

  I held my breath, praying he'd simply move on. Praying that Lucas would show up and put an end to this or at least be here to watch over me.

  "Was. That. A. No?" He leaned in and I could nearly count the flecks of blue in his dark whiskey eyes.

  "No." I averted my eyes, heart pounding. My hands worried at each other beneath the soft red bonds.

  "No, it was not a no or no, period?"

  "No. I won't put my feet out." I bit my tongue and refused to cry.

  "Should I call my brother, then? Do you need his word that big bad Matthew won't do you wrong?" He laughed when he said 'do' and my body tensed up on the outside, went fluid on the inside. Right then I could have easily begged him to fuck me. Push his fingers into my mouth, bite me, fuck me until I cried and came and begged. I shook my head. "Then put your feet out, September. Don't make me ask again."

  I put my feet out.

  "Good girl." There was that fierce rush of pride again. I tried not to squirm or react as he circled my ankle with his big hand and just held me there. Then he tied my right ankle, followed by my left ankle. Hands bound in front of me, ankles tethered to the bed, I waited. "What shall I do with you?"

  A million images flew through my mind. Him fucking me, spanking me, caning me, even. Fucking my mouth, pulling my hair, making me come. They rolled through my brain like rainwater down a gutter. Gutter mind. Needy, little slutty whore. I blushed.

  "Oh, she's thinking dirty things. She's such a dirty girl." Matthew grinned. His phone chirped like some small animal and he frowned. "What? I haven't even had a chance to do anything to her yet!"

  I tested my bonds and he pointed at me, shook his head. I was to stay there and behave. I did so, trying to hear what was being said. I knew it was Lucas. I could feel it. My chest and my cunt and my heart all lit up with fire when he was near. I strained.

  "How long? No way. No fucking way! Hey, man..." Matthew broke off. Pacing and prowling like some big caged wild thing. "Fuck you, Luke! No. Fuck you! I can do whatev¾" And then he was staring at his phone like it was broken. His sharp dark jaw clenching and unclenching with anger.

  He threw the phone against the wall and the back flew off with a metallic rattle. It hit the floor with a thud and anxiety became my best friend. How would Lucas reach him now. How would he control his lunatic brother and keep him from...what? And did I want him to? I shut my eyes and waited

  Matthew growled low in his throat and tugged the foot of the bed until the mattress and box spring and me all came sliding away from the light green wall. I yelped, unable to hold in with bound hands. Matthew had moved the entire bed to the center of the room. The ties at my feet grew tighter with the motion and Matthew mumbled to himsel
f under his breath, angry and clipped. He came to the head of the bed and smiled down at me. The smile made me feel cold and panicky. It also made me feel like he was about to take my control and that excited me. I tried to breathe and wasn't sure I succeeded.

  "Seems I am not allowed to fuck you. Brother has some issues with that. I knew you were different. He's not acting right." Matthew traced the line of my jaw, his touch soft and soothing again. His fingertips slipped over my lips and he pushed his fingers to my tongue. "Suck them," he whispered. So I did.

  I could taste soap on his skin and something sweet like he'd unwrapped gum or candy recently. "Do you love my brother, Ember?" I froze. The question was so unexpected it stunned me. "Keep sucking." He stabbed my tongue with the tip of his finger to remind me. I sucked.

  I watched the front of his jeans grow rigid with his hard-on. I listened to the ticks and pops of my body as it warmed up like a car. The soft noise in my throat, the slide of my thighs over the sheets because I had to move my pussy was so wet and ready. The creak of the silk that tied my wrists. Outside a car engine rumbled, loud music went by, a plane buzzed overhead. My eyes and ears and body were on high alert.

  "Do you?" he asked again. He pulled his finger free of my mouth and painted my lips with his wet fingers. The button on his jeans made not a sound when he popped it. His zipper only the barest of complaints. I watched, mesmerized, lips tingling. Did I love Lucas? That was crazy.

  "That's crazy," I said softly. It sounded weak even to me. “We just met yesterday. Crazy,” I repeated.

  "Is it? He's calling me to say I can't fuck you. He won't tell me I can't play with you, but he won't let me fuck you. You're looking around like you want him to come in like your knight in shining armor and save you. If this were a Western, I'd be in the black hat and Lucas would be in the white." Matthew pulled his cock free and slid it along the still wet trail on my lips. Warm, steely velvet, that was the feel of his cock on my mouth. I sighed. "That's fine. I don't mind being the bad guy. Bad guys have bigger guns, don't they? And they cheat. So go on, Ember, suck my gun." He smiled and pushed his cock into my mouth. I ran the flat of my tongue along him and my cunt clenched up, begging to be fucked. "You know what will drive him more ape shit that me fucking you?"

  I shook my head but I knew that answer and it sent a thrill through me. So dirty, so wrong, so much jealousy and angst and anger. But I sucked harder, teasing the tip of him with my tongue so he growled, pulled my hair, forcing a tear free finally. "Me fucking your mouth. He'll want to kill me. And maybe you."

  So I sucked harder and waited.

  Chapter 16

  I felt him before I saw him. Heard the sound of his breathing from the doorway and his heavy boots on the hardwood floor. "She's good, brother dear," Matthew said. He hadn't pulled my hair yet, but he did. His fingers intertwining in my crazy windblown locks. He tugged, pulling so that his cock stuffed my throat closed and tears pricked my eyes. I struggled for air, hitched, arched my back. My eyes met Lucas's and his smiled at me. There was a lot in that smile. Affection, pride, anger.

  Matthew grunted but tugged my hair so my head arched back further. "Your little cockslut likes to suck dick. Were you aware?"

  It was all a ploy to get Lucas angry. To make him snap. Matthew was bigger and broader and in ways badder, but he was trying to push his big brother's buttons. Lucas frowned but then grinned. "I think my cock slut likes to do whatever I tell her. She's mine after all. I hijacked her." He was talking to me now. To the dark fantasies that lived inside my head. "I think she'd let me use her any way I want, because she has. No. Choice." He accented the last two words by stepping into the room.

  The air felt thicker. Like lightning boxed inside four walls and a roof. I ran my teeth down the length of Matthew's cock and he sighed. "Fuck."

  "Exactly. Now here is how it goes, brother. I'm fucking her and she's sucking you and nobody comes until I say go."

  "You're not my Master, Luke," Matthew said, but I felt the pull-back in his thrusts. He was obeying his brother despite bluster and mouth. My pussy tightened, tightened and I feared I would come just from being told I couldn't.

  "Be a good girl for him, Ember. Don't make him mad. He's rougher than me and not as good at aftercare."

  "Fuck off," Matthew said, but he pushed harder into my mouth, yanked my hair harder still.

  I was so fucking wet, I couldn't stand it. I pushed back with my hips, seeking nothing at all. Heat, air, Lucas. But there he was in the doorway, watching me.

  "Yank her head back, Matthew," Lucas said. I felt a rush of warm fluid as my body lost its capacity for my moisture. I moaned even as Matthew fucked my mouth harder. He was angry, and every stroke of his cock spoke volumes.

  "You don't get to Top me, bro," Matthew whispered. Somehow the whisper was scarier than a scream.

  "Do it or I take her back." There was no doubt in me after hearing that tone who would win. Lucas was giving Matthew a choice. Play by his rules or don't play at all. I spread my legs as much as the ties allowed, opening myself to the cool air of the bedroom. I was a void that needed to be filled. I wanted Lucas to see that or feel it. To somehow deduce it from the sight and smell of me. In my head I begged him to hear me.

  His steps, despite the boots, were soft. He moved like a predator and that sent a skitter of fear up my spine. I heard the whisper of denim and the soft sounds of skin and then the bed bowed even as Matthew tried to skewered me on his cock. I did my best to keep up and the feeling of being a tool or a hole to fill had me tense, trying so hard to not be needy. Lucas would come to me or he wouldn't. He would reward me or punish me as he saw fit. And I would take it.

  That was a freeing thought.

  The bed bowed and sighed and he was behind me. The warmth rolled off of him in waves. The strength a close second. Lucas leaned over me, his tee tickling my bare back, his hard-on pressed to the crack of my ass. He breathed in my ear. "You're a good little slut aren’t' you? You've done what he said and he followed my orders?"

  I could only nod and barely that.

  "He didn't fuck you did he?" Lucas's breath covered my ear and I shivered.

  I shook my head no.

  "No, I did not fuck your brand new shiny loyal toy," Matthew said.

  "Oh, you mock her but look how bad it was for you. How you couldn't wait to get your hands on her. Or," I felt the stare between brothers despite my close up view of Matthews cock and hips and belly. "How you couldn’t wait to get your cock in her. Somewhere. Anywhere."

  "Shut up, Luke."

  "Your weakness," Lucas said softly. He ran the head of his dick along the wet slit of my pussy. I gasped, inhaling the rigid flesh of his brother, choking, sputtering, crying long mascara rivulets down my ace. I felt them running and my eyes burned from the ruined makeup.

  "I have no weakness."

  "You covet Matthew. Whatever I have, you want."

  "And whatever you have you give me. What does that say about you?" Matthew went slower still. His movements more ragged of offbeat than before. He was holding on, trying not to come. I didn't do anything. I wanted to play nice. I did not suck or run my tongue along his length or any of the things I would normally do. I simply stayed right where I was, mouth open, full of him. He smelled like soap and warm man and a bit of rage.

  "It says that I'm also weak," Lucas sighed and slid into me. The trust was fluid and perfect and my pussy fluttered. I shut my eyes, trying so hard not to come. I didn't want to come. He thrust again and I did—just like that. Like a blink, like a breath, like a heartbeat.

  "Oh, Ember," Lucas said and I let the tears come. "Why did you go and do that? Now I have to punish you."

  I sobbed around Matthew who was wisely staying still. He didn't want to break the rules either. Lucky him, I was helping out. But Lucas had me on edge. The whole scenario and then the perfect tight slide of him inside of me. I had no control, I was powerless and that right there had me on the urge of coming all over again.

  "C
ome here, Matthew."

  My heart stopped beating. Maybe not for real, but it sure as hell felt that way. Matthew frowned.

  "Don't worry. I'll let you go back to that. And I will let you come. But come here for now."

  Matthew pulled free of my lips and my mouth closed on its own. My jaw ached from sucking him and yet, most of me wanted him to come back. What would they do? I slid my arms out, trying to relieve the screaming muscles in my shoulders. I heard a drawer and then another and then Lucas, his voice calm and dark saying, "I think ten will do and watch it, brother. You're really pissed at me. Don't get carried away on her. She's already marked up a bit."

  "A bit," Matthew said and then something that was not a hand bit into the back of my thigh. Lower than the marks left by my spanking. Fresh skin shrieked with the smooth fire delivered by what felt like wood.

  Lucas came to the front of the bed, knelt down, face to face with me. He shocked me by kissing my lips, his tongue delving into my mouth. The same place his brother's cock has been moments before. "A hairbrush, doll baby," he said to me and I hitched in a sigh when the smooth wood struck a bit lower. Halfway down the back of my thigh. Midpoint between ass cheek and the back of my knee.

  "That's four," he said, biting my bottom lips so that the red spark of pain clouded my vision but then filled my pelvis. "And when I go back to fucking you, don't you dare come until I say, you hear me?"

  I nodded and then sobbed on blow six. My skin blazed with heat and pain, my cunt tight and ready. My ears rang and I swallowed, swallowed, swallowed from the force of my tears. "Yes, Lucas," I managed and on blow eight he kissed my forehead almost tenderly.

  "You're so pretty, baby. You take your punishment well." The he stood, tracing my lips with the head of his cock. the bright shiny gem of pre-come smearing my lips like lip balm. I opened my mouth for him but he only sank into me once. Balls deep he went, filling my throat until my stomach nearly turned. Then he was gone and I was once again left with an empty mouth.