Page 39 of The Twins

“Just another second!” Yak yells as he secures my right hand and arm to the bed frame.

I’m not making any sound, my tongue thick in my mouth as I fight them with everything I’ve got, even as I tell myself this is what needs to happen. I force myself to close my eyes, picturing Tovah’s face. Her long dark blonde hair. Upturned nose. Full bottom lip. Her eyes…they are mesmerizing; green or blue depending on the lighting and her mood. A long delicate neck sloping into slim but strong shoulders. She’s deceptively strong, physically and mentally. The strongest person I know. She’s mine. I want her. Ineedher.

But she needs me too. She needs me to put my past to rest and be the man I am meant to be. By her side.

“Fuckin’ finally.” Tev releases a heavy exhale. I open my eyes to find him glaring at my mostly naked form. And that quickly, my body relaxes even as it shakes from laughter. This is a ridiculous situation. Yak joins me. Tev does not. He’s very far from amused.

“Can’t believe I helped incapacitate you so my sister can fuck you.” He looks over at Yak. “It’s true. Wearefucked up.”

Yak grins and shrugs. “So what?”

“Masud?” My eyes snap to the doorway to her bedroom. She already had the restraints attached to her solid bed frame; Yak just reinforced them for me.

“In here,” Tevye calls out, scowls at me, and stomps out of the room. The twins whisper harshly in the hallway, Yak leans down closer to me.

“You good, brother?” I nod, swallowing what feels like a golf ball size lump of emotion.

I love her. I love her. I love her.

“Let her heal you, Mas. Let her take away the pain.” He walks out of the room before I can unstick my tongue to respond. Probably for the best, I would have told him to take his own advice.

Tovah rushes into the bedroom, her eyes wide as they alight on me. Her expression darkens for a second, her gaze running down the length of my body, clad only in boxer briefs. My Egyptian heritage gives my skin a natural bronze finish. I work out a lot to combat the frenzied energy that flows through my body…and I’ve increased my workouts since marrying Tovah. She’s the most beautiful, erotic, sensual creature I’ve ever laid eyes on, and it has been its own special kind of torture to deny myself for so long.

No more.

“Masud!” She shakes off her desire, closing the distance between us in three quick strides. Her fingers touch the restraints of my left hand.

“NO!” She snaps back, hands raised in the air, her brow creased. I take a calming breath. “Do not untie me.”

“I don’t understand, Masud. Why would you have them tie you up? What’s wrong? I’m gonna kick Tev’s fucking ass—”

“Omri. It is not his fault, he did as I asked. And I probably owe him a great deal, considering how hard I fought them.”

“I need you to explain, dear husband, and do it quickly.”

“The only touch I’ve ever known always led to the greatest pain. Having my father’s attention meant bleeding, broken bones, agony. When his friends were around, it was worse.” Her features soften as I speak. My fingers twitch, the urge to soothe her so strong. “Touch me with pleasure. Show my body there is more.”

“If you have to be restrained, perhaps you aren’t ready.”

“I am, my beloved wife. I am ready to be yours; I just need a little help.”

She’s skeptical, but there is no hiding the hope in her voice or eyes. “You’re sure?” I nod. In an instant, my concerned devoted wife disappears, and a gorgeous powerful dominatrix takes her place. My cock jerks behind the soft cotton, hardening, thickening, begging. “As you wish.”

Tovah strips slowly as she walks around the bed, eyeing me like a predator does its prey before a violent kill. A shiver wracks me from head to toes, precum building at the tip of my needy cock. He’s in the game. Always ready, it’s my mind that has always held him back.

I lick my lips with every inch of her flesh exposed. When she unhooks her bra and it falls to the floor along with her panties, it feels like my heart might beat right out of my chest. Her high tits, a generous size, tipped with pale pink nipples. The gentle indent of her waist to her firm, flared hips. I’ve always loved her legs. They go on for miles, her bare feet always capped by painted toes. My mouth dries at the sight. The junction of her thighs, framed by a neat blonde thatch of hair…knowing I’m going to finally feel it, I’m momentarily overwhelmed. My chest tightens and my vision dots.

“Masud,” Tovah barks authoritatively. My gaze snaps to hers and my heart calms. “You. Me. No one else. No past. No pain. Just us.” She’s perfection.

Starting with my toes, she kisses up my legs. Licking and sucking the skin, tickling behind my knees. Her breasts hang slightly, her nipples grazing my thighs when she crawls up my form. She stops, her face inches from my hungry cock hidden behind my boxers.

“Tsk. Tsk.” She shakes her head back and forth as if she’s disappointed by something. My nerves ratchet up a few notches, thinking I’ve upset her. She slides, gentle and slow, her fingers beneath my waistband, and pulls them down. I can’t move much, but she manages to push them down to my ankles without much help from me.

“My God,” she murmurs, rubbing her thumb over her bottom lip. “You are exquisite.” She chuckles as my flesh reddens under her praise. “Good to know,” she says cryptically, then resumes her trek, her lips and tongue making contact with just about every inch of the front of my body as she moves.

My back bows as her breath ghosts across the sensitive flesh of my cock, but she doesn’t touch it, instead moving up my torso. A groan builds in my throat, her pink tongue laving my nipples, beading them painfully. She licks a stripe up the side of my neck, then latches her mouth to mine. Her tongue demands entrance and the moment it touches mine I jolt, like being struck by electricity. She’s patient, showing me how to kiss her properly, drawing my tongue into her mouth. The wet warmth is incredible. And her taste…ambrosia.

She breaks the kiss too quickly, but I don’t complain as she feeds me each of her breasts. Tracing my lips with her pebbled nipples. I open hungrily, sucking her with little finesse, desperate to get some part of her inside me. I’m instantly addicted to the way her nipples harden under my tongue, how her skin breaks out when I push them to the roof of my mouth and suckle.

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