Page 56 of The Twins
She laughed softly. “It’s not a cottage, you know, it’s mock Tudor. Likely Victorian.”
“We like the name.” I knotted my fingers with hers. “Do you want to see this last thing?”
“See what, though?” She nibbled on her bottom lip.
“I promise you’ll like it,” Cillian said.
“Tell me.”
“We’d rather show you.” I nodded at Andrew. “See you later, mate, hope you sort it out with Chelsea.”
He muttered something I didn’t catch and sloshed more whiskey into his tumbler.
Twenty minutes later, we were climbing the stairs at Rose Cottage.
“Hey, guys.” Lizie waved from across the hallway.
“You using the room?” I asked.
“No.” She yanked a chain attached to a semi-naked man’s nipples. “This naughty boy doesn’t deserve that kind of pleasure.”
“I’m so sorry, Mistress. I’ll try and do better.”
“Shut up.” She slapped his face. “I didn’t give you permission to speak.”
He let out a whimper.
She grinned. “You go and have fun. It’s all set up.”
“What is all set up?” Rebecca asked, seemingly unfazed by what she’d just seen. God, she was cool.
“All in good time.” Cillian stopped outside what we called the playroom. It was for the sex workers, business, their head office of sorts, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t enjoy it, too, hell, we’d paid for it, after all.
“But first.” Cillian dipped into his pocket, “I want you to wear this.”
“Wewant you to,” I said.
“Yeah, sorry, we.” He pulled out a slim leather collar. It had a silver hoop with a delicate padlock dangling from it.
“What does it mean?” she asked, sending her attention between us.
“It means you belong to us, that we’re your Masters, in charge of your pleasure, your pain, your entire experience in this room.” My cock swelled at the thought of what was to come.
“Kinky, huh?” She touched the padlock. “And do you belong to me?”
“Absolutely.” Cillian swiped his lips over hers. “But having you wear this, a sign of your trust in us, it’s so fucking hot my cock is hard as a rock already.”
“Is it now.” She slid her hand to the front of his pants and cupped him. “Oh, so you are.” Her grin was confident, and she turned around and lifted her silky hair. “You’d better put the collar on then.”
As Cillian fastened the small buckle, my attention roamed her sexy curves. Soon she’d be naked, begging for it, her skin flushed with desire and her pussy soaked with arousal.
“Comfortable?” Cillian asked, turning her to face him.
“Yes.” She gestured over his shoulder. “So it’s a room you wanted to show me.”
“A playroom.” I opened the door. “Let’s go in.”
“Playroom,” she whispered.
