Page 57 of The Twins
“Sometimes known as the pleasure room, too.” Cillian urged her to step in.
It smelled of the orange cleaning fluid, and today the thin scarlet curtains were closed, giving the room a red glow.
Rebecca said nothing and walked up to a blood-red painted wall and studied a shelf lined with butt plugs of various sizes and tubes of lube. Next to it was a selection of handcuffs, ball gags, and blindfolds.
Cillian had closed and locked the door and was watching Rebecca’s reaction with the same anticipation I was.
There was still a chance she’d decline to play. This room was a lot. She moved past a spanking bench, trailing her finger on the leather, and to the fireplace. It wasn’t lit, though it was stacked, and next to it was a wicker basket full of whips and floggers and a cat-o’-nine-tails.
She picked up the cat-o’-nine-tails and swished it through the air.
My cock pressed up against my jeans, and my heart rate picked up. Was that what she wanted to start with? I hoped so. The thought of her ass bright red was almost enough to have me coming in my pants.
“You like the cat?” Cillian asked. He reached up and lit a candle on the mantel. It was a special one, the wax didn’t become burning hot, instead it could be used for sensual massage.
“Is that what it’s called?”
“It stings, like a cat scratch.” He blew out the match and then cupped her cheeks. “We can play with whatever you want, whatever takes your fancy.”
She didn’t reply.
“You ever been flogged as you orgasm?” he asked.
She swallowed and stared into his eyes. “No.”
“It’s intense. Fucking fun, too.” He grinned. “We can give you that.”
She looked at me, and I was drawn to her, my need to touch her too great to ignore.
“Wearegoing to give you that.” I could see by her wide pupils and her hardening nipples, poking at her top, that she wanted it.
She wanted it all.
“Starting now.” I slotted in behind her and wedging my erection against the crack of her ass.
She whimpered slightly and pressed onto me.
Cillian caught her mouth in a kiss, and I set to work on the button of her pants and then drew down the zipper. Her flesh was warm and soft as I revealed her ass, pushing the material down her thighs.
After she’d kicked them away, only a tiny black thong hampered my access to her pussy. But I left it in place, for now.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I murmured and cupped her ass. The perfect handful.
She spun in Cillian’s arms to face me. A rise of color had caught her cheeks, and her breaths had quickened. “Finn,” she said softly and reached for me.
I took her in my arms, my cock surging, and kissed her thoroughly.
Cillian made quick work of removing her top and bra. I filled my hands with her breasts, the flesh heavy and sumptuous, her nipples solid little points.
“This way,” Cillian said, moving her, and in turn me, to the spanking bench. “Lie down.”
I lifted her so she was seated on it and then urged her onto her back. “Do you feel vulnerable?” I asked.
She blinked several times. “Yes.”
“You are.” I tipped my head. “Because we can do whatever we want to you now we have you naked in our room.” I took her right nipple and squeezed it, kept squeezing until she gasped. “But I promise you’ll enjoy every moment.”
She shifted slightly on the bench.
