Page 27 of Double Take

“Princess, are you ready for more?” Oliver asks as he cups my cheek while Axel undresses me. His eyes glow as he stares with adoration and desire. The raw devotion in his gaze makes my heart drop to my feet. No one has ever looked at me like they do. Or touched me like they do.

And no one has ever talked to me the way that they do. Mario was a kid when he took my virginity, and it wasn’t romantic or fulfilling. He was satisfying his need for a warm, wet place to ejaculate inside. That’s it. And then I had the audacity to get pregnant. It’s not like I didn’t tell him I wasn’t on the pill, and he claimed he put on a condom. He lied. I guess the joke was on both of us. I trusted him, and he got saddled with me and a kid.

Before I can respond, his mouth is on mine, and Axel is caressing every inch of my body with his hands. They aren’t calloused like Oliver’s, but they’re not soft either–proof that while he spends more time in the office, he’s done his fair share of manual labor over the years.

Oliver pulls back as Axel pinches my nipples and rocks his cock against my ass while kissing my neck. Now that they’ve taken their masks off, it’s like a whole new level of intimacy has been invoked. “You didn’t answer. Are you ready for more?”

“Yes, I’m ready for more.”

He bites his bottom lip. “Excellent.”

“Yes, that’s music to my ears.” Axel drops his hand to my curls and cups my sex.

“God.” I groan. “That feels so good.”

“This is just the beginning.” He turns my head and kisses my lips. “You need a safe word. The last thing either of us wants to do is hurt you.”

A safe word? I bite my lips together to keep from laughing. I’m not amused by the situation but by the absurdity that someone would ever want me in this way.

Oliver draws a nipple into his mouth while flicking his tongue over the tip. I moan and close my eyes, loving the sensation. The second my eyes are closed, Axel’s fingers dip into my sex, and a shudder quakes along my spine.

“Well?” Oliver asks with my nipple still in his mouth.

“How am I supposed to think like this?” I reopen my eyes and try to focus on a French scroll wall sconce. “Especially when you’re doing amazing things to my body, and I want more of it.” I shake my head slightly. “I can’t imagine saying no to anything.”

They both stop and stand back, leaving me feeling cold and alone. Well, that’s not what I wanted.

“Consent is the most important thing in a relationship.” Axel’s expression is serious but remains warm. “Especially in an alternative relationship. Whether it’s the dynamics of our relationship or the physical acts we do. There’s no room for error to ensure we remain a cohesive unit.”

“Okay.” I nod. “You’re going to have to walk me through this because I have no idea what I’m doing.” Shit. I don’t even have anywhere to wipe my hands. It’s not like the garter belt, stockings, and patch of panties are any help.

“That’s fine, baby. We’d love nothing more than to direct you and cherish you on this path, so that’s not anything you need to worry about.”

Lord, who says things like this? I couldn’t even dream this up if I tried.

“Is that okay with you?” Oliver asks as he strolls behind me, causing the hairs on my arms to stand.

“Yes.” I lick my lips. “My safe word is coconut. I hate coconut anything.”

“Perfect.” Axel lifts me, cradling me in his arms, and walks to a black cushion-covered half-bed, and lays me on my back. “Oliver, would you do the honors of cuffing Rylee’s wrists?”

“I’d love to.”

I watch as he confidently places my wrists in leather cuffs and latches the metal claps. When I tug on the chains, my arms don’t move.

“Is that good?”

“Yes, it feels fine.” The inside of the cuffs feels soft, as if they’re covered in fur, caressing rather than biting at my flesh.

“Perfect.” He steps beside the bed and cups my breasts, squeezing and releasing them. I clutch my thighs together to ease the tension building inside me.

“Not so fast, baby,” Axel tsks, spreading my legs apart, bending them at the knees. Laying this way, I’m completely exposed to him. “Such a gorgeous pink pussy.” He bites his bottom lip. “I can’t wait to be balls deep inside it. How about you, brother?”

“Counting the seconds.” He lets go of one of my tits and unzips his trousers, unleashing his engorged cock. The veins crisscrossing under his skin are so full they look like the lines on an old-time folding map.

“This little clit is so fat and thick.” Axel smacks it with his palm.

“Oh.” My eyes widen.

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