I swung my head around, my heart leaping in my chest. The office could be pretty scary at night, especially since most of the lights were off because of the building’s built-in automatic timer.

  I sunk back down onto my seat, not wanting to show my fright. “Ryan, don’t do that.”

  “Don’t do what?”

  “Nothing. Are you finished with your work?”

  “Yeah. Riley still going at it?”

  “He had meetings this whole afternoon. Riesling wants to cancel some contracts, so he’s trying to work something out.”

  Ryan settled himself into one of my colleague’s chairs. “He told me about your ex-boyfriend.”

  I thought we went past that conversation this afternoon. It wasn’t that big of a deal. “He’s a jerk. Your point?”

  “We don’t want you to meet him.”

  I laughed to myself. “You and me both.”

  “But he ended up in your apartment anyway. For a week, I heard. Why is that?”

  There it was again. That expression of his. The serious, alpha tone of his voice, coupled with a sadistic, playful glint at the corner of his eye.

  “I forgot to make him return the keys to my apartment,” I said, trying to ignore the sultry grin Ryan had. “And he camped there like he owned the place. He brought some whore to my place, too. I found some condoms in my trash can and another woman’s underwear.”

  “You shouldn’t let other men into your home. It’s dangerous.” He walked closer and engulfed my lips with his. I could feel his possessiveness through his touch. His fingers entangled themselves in my hair as he dove his tongue deeper down my throat.

  I doubted he heard a single word I said about my ex-boyfriend and how much I detested that moron. All he tried to do now was to have me all to himself, or at least that’s how it felt.

  “We need to teach you a lesson,” Ryan said, breaking the kiss.

  Riley stepped out of his office, wearing a look of amusement as he studied us.

  ***

  Riley and Ryan acted strangely during the ride back, sharing questionable glances. I didn’t speak or inquire too much, because each sentence of mine merely received a curt reply, promptly ending my sad attempt at conversation and creating an experience of uncomfortable awkwardness.

  When we arrived home, we didn’t head up straight to the bedroom, as we usually did. Confused, I let them lead me down the stairs to the basement.

  “What are we going to the basement for?” I asked.

  Riley swept me up with his strong, taut arms. “You don’t speak until we ask you to.”

  Oh, so we were playing that game now. Excitement coiled in my lower stomach. Over the past week, I discovered I loved it when the twins got into their moods. They became incredibly masculine and commanded my submission.

  And I enjoyed disobeying them—their ‘punishments’ could sometimes be quite delightful. “Why?” I stared up at Riley with faked naiveté.

  A smile reached his eyes, although his lips didn’t part. “You know very well why.”

  A wooden, red door waited for us at the bottom of the stairwell. The door was locked by a digital keypad; Ryan tapped the numbers needed to unlock it. I was feeling too turned on to care what the numbers were. My insides swelled with desire.

  I looked past the door half-expectantly when Ryan revealed the room. I was guessing they had brought me to the rumored ‘naughty room’, but at first glance, nothing naughty stood out. The place was stylishly-lined with black and red baroque wallpaper. A long, slender couch greeted us at the entrance of the room—nothing particularly jarring.

  Then, Riley carried me in and turned left.

  I wasn’t sure whether I should’ve been aroused or afraid.

  The bedpost was the largest object in the room, so I noticed it first. It had strange contraptions attached to it, ropes of all shapes and colors dangling from its sides and top. An uncomfortable-looking chair with decorative, blunt spikes stood next to the bedpost; chains were attached to its bottom, and what looked like a vibrator rested on it.

  And then, there was that machine—a metal object with leather strap-ons and a dildo at one end.

  I sure hoped I wasn’t going to use that today.

  Fear should’ve shocked me into speechlessness, but instead, I looked up at Riley and said, “What the fuck is wrong with you guys?”

  He held his breath and narrowed his eyes at me. “Remember what we said about speaking?”

  “I know, but I need a pause. Please.”

  He lowered his shoulders and put me down next to the couch. “What is it?” He sounded impatient. I was getting impatient, too, feeling hot and bothered ever since Ryan mentioned teaching me a lesson, but we needed to discuss boundaries before doing anything I’d regret.

  I paced back and forth with my hands on my hips while I thought about what I was and wasn’t willing to do. I shifted my eyes to the metal monstrosity.

  “Anything but that,” I said, pointing to the machine.

  Ryan smirked, amused by my response. “That’s it?”

  “And, maybe, we can avoid those hanging ropes, for now. It looks painful.”

  They were grinning, happy with the way I reacted. “Ropes and machine. Got it. We weren’t intending on those anyway. Anything else?”

  I tapped my fingers on my jaw. “Don’t we need a safe word or something? Something to say when I’ve had enough?”

  Riley shrugged. “We usually use ‘fluffy bunny’.”

  Amused, I lifted a brow. “What kind of code is that?” I asked, refraining from giggling.

  “You won't be accidentally uttering that during sex, and it’s a total turn-off.”

  “But what if you guys make me wear a bunny suit?”

  Riley couldn’t help but smile a little. “It’s not our thing.”

  What a pity. I dressed as a bunny at Kristie’s Halloween party last year, and she seemed to think I looked incredibly sexy as one.

  “We’ll lay down our rules, so we can stop talking and get to the actual fucking,” Ryan said, clicking his tongue against his teeth.

  His hands were already wandering up my shirt—so much for ending our first conversation before doing anything. “Don’t talk back, ever. I think we’ve been trying to put that across for long enough. Don’t ask questions when you’re not allowed to. Don’t come until we ask you to.”

  “You’ve already tried to establish that many times. I don’t think it’s working,” I said, with a slight taunting tone to my voice.

  Mercilessly, his hand landed on my ass. “What did I just say?”

  Silently paying attention to Ryan, I sucked in a short breath.

  Pleased that I followed his orders, he nodded. “Good. And as long as we’re in this room, you address us as either ‘sir’, or ‘master’. Understood?”

  “Yes, sir.” I wasn’t ready to move on to ‘master’ yet—it sounded too odd.

  A strong sensation to submit to the brothers surged over me. I wanted them to dominate me and make me feel pleasures I’d never experienced before.

  Ryan carried my frame to the bed and gently rested me on its soft sheets. “You're so fucking sexy right now, Scarlet. We're not going to stop. Not until you scream our names into our ears, over and over again.” He buckled two leather cuffs onto my ankles, while Riley proceeded to take off my blouse before securing my wrists. His eyes travelled across my writhing body as he moved, lightly brushing the tips of his fingers over my skin and sending small tremors to my nerves. "And remember, don't talk back."

  “Understood, sir,” I replied in a half-truth. I knew I’d have a lot of trouble following all his orders, and it wasn’t my intention to do so. I would revel in the excitement of being controlled, but only for as long as I wanted to. After that, I’d fight them at every opportunity they let me and enjoy every single punishment they met out.

  The thrill of being bound on the bed made my blood pulse in my ears. The men stripped off their tops and shredded their pants, revealing their toned bodies. Their pectorals were sinewy and rigid, as if they were carved from stone. They both looked like my perfect Greek gods, and I couldn’t wait to let them take me.

  “I want to have you, right here and now,” Riley said, whispering into the curve of my neck and tucking a strand of hair behind my ears. “But I won’t, not until you learn how to obey.” He turned to his brother, and they shared a look.

  Ryan cupped my waist in his hands and turned my body around so I was on all fours. “Ten for meeting up with Damien, five for talking back, and another five just because.”

  He adjusted himself behind me, pressing his erect wood onto my exposed flesh but not entering. I hated whenever he did that. It made my core tighten. I pushed my hips back, intending to satisfy myself, but no matter what I did, Ryan would stop me from getting what I sought and continued to add to my vexation.

  “You’re not going to use the crop?” Riley asked, slight disappointment lacing his voice.

  Without warning, the palm of Ryan’s hand landed on the cheek of my behind, sending a shockwave through me. I quivered under him, stifling a moan.

  “One,” he counted. “No, I need to fuck her now. Right after this.” Another spank landed. “Two.”

  He knew I didn’t like it too hard, so he made sure to control the amount of force he used. Yet, it hurt more than usual, and I was certain he hit me hard enough to redden my skin.

  Ryan counted out each time he slapped my ass. After the tenth slap, my head started to feel giddy with pleasure mixed with pain. Tears brimmed around the corner of my eyes—I didn’t know whether it happened because of how good it felt, or because of the sharp stinging on my skin. Each slap was accompanied by him thrusting his hips forward, rubbing my pussy and tormenting me. I longed to just reach around and force his cock in.

  I bit on my lip to stop myself from begging or saying please—begging for what, I didn’t know. I wanted him to stop, or at least I should’ve, but I loved the way he had me bent under him, submitting to his desires, completely pliable under his hands.

  Riley knelt beside me, cupping my face with his strong arms and cooing. “It’ll be okay. Listen to us next time.” He made shushing sounds while stroking my hair, babying me while his brother dealt his punishment.

  “Twenty,” Ryan finally said, after what seemed like an eternity. I had already turned numb. Tears had stained and wet my face. I didn’t notice the tears until the entire ordeal had ended. Maybe they were the reason why Riley felt the need to tell me everything was okay.

  When I looked at the brothers, their eyes had already watered with lust. As soon as my punishment was over, Ryan positioned himself and entered my behind—once again, in the wrong crevice. Frustrated, I scowled. It was my pussy that was wet and expected his member, not my asshole.

  Not able to withstand any more of his torture—I had received my punishment and accepted obediently, so there was no need for him to unnerve me anymore—I whipped my head around and said, “Ryan, what the hell?”

  Their response to my slipping out of character came like an angry torrent.

  Ryan bucked against me harder. “Riley, I don’t think our little bitch understands her place.” He reached down and pinched my nipples with his index finger and thumb.

  As if understanding what Ryan’s actions had meant, Riley grunted and made his way to a cabinet tucked in the corner of the room. My eyes followed his well-built frame as he walked across. He bent down and opened a drawer before pulling out a silver device I couldn’t recognize.

  “Spankings aren’t enough for you,” he said as he strode back to us, lust painted over his expression.

  Worried about what was going to happen, I glared at the chain-like tool and asked, “What is that?”

  “You’re about to find out.” He reached for my breasts and ran his fingers over them. The cool metal glided over my skin. I shuddered under his touch, getting wetter with every brief stroke.

  Then, the metal object clamped over my nipples.

  I let out a cry of pain. Nipple clamps! Damn it! I read about them in romance novels but had never actually seen or experienced one before. They hurt like hell, pinching and biting into my breasts. My eyes watered again, tears squeezing out of them as I gritted my teeth.

  “Fuck you, Riley!”

  He chuckled before crawling under me. “Gladly.” His cock penetrated my pussy as his tongue swirled around my nipples. Strangely, the pain made my walls tighten around his member. He gave out a sigh as he sank into my folds.

  My mind whirled under the onslaught of sensations the twins dealt to my body. They thrust into my two centers with alternating motions, massaging me with a slow, burning passion that made me cry out their names repeatedly.

  Ryan’s fingers found my clit. He rolled his digits over them, driving me crazy. The pleasure seared through every single cell I had, making me weak. No longer able to properly support my weight, I sank down to my elbows, forcing myself to arch my back even more. It made my insides constrict, tightening my belly further.

  “Goddamn. How the fuck are you so tight?” Riley croaked, his mouth still beside the flesh of my breast.

  Our hips circled against each other. Ryan abruptly slapped my already-pink behind a few more times. I wasn’t complaining. The pain had begun to meld into pleasure, sending mind-blowing sensations through me. He leaned down and dragged his tongue over the nape of my neck. He nipped at it softly. The nips turned into gentle kisses, and they languidly travelled down my back.

  The words had simmered down into a blend of breathy panting and the sounds of us grinding together. Our skins were starting to get sticky with perspiration. The knot in my belly had reached its limit. I moved my hips back and forth faster, seeking release.

  The orgasm burst out like an explosion, sending spasms to my fingertips. I whimpered as the climax came. It pulsed steadily and travelled through my whole body.

  “Fuck. She’s coming,” Ryan said. His climax came soon after mine. He slammed his cock into my ass and spilled his seed into me. Riley followed seconds later, shooting his cum into my pussy in white, warm spurts.

  Their semen filled my insides, and at that moment, I felt complete and perfect. Exhausted, but contented, I released a loud, satisfied sigh, staying still so I could recover from what had just unfolded.

  Ryan slid his member out. “We should do this every day,” he breathed out with his throaty voice.

  I closed my eyes and let tiredness wash over. “Yes, we should.”

  I slumped myself down onto the bed, ready to fall asleep in my current state of emotional bliss. I wiped my hands over my face, the leather buckles still tied to my wrists. The nipple clamps were starting to feel uncomfortable. “By the way, can you guys get these off—”

  Stunned, I opened my mouth and gaped.

  The twins had already gotten their erections back up, and they were grinning while communicating with a seemingly-telepathic look.

  “We’re not ready to stop yet, princess,” Riley said. “You forgot to ask to come; what shall we do about that?”

  He engulfed my lips with his, stopping me from vocalizing my protest.

  ***

  I had to strain my back to bend down and reach the oven. I wasn’t sure why I was baking muffins for the brothers, after what they put me through last night. The aching at my spine made me walk with a strange gait. I thought I had gotten used to the intensity of our sexual escapades last week. Apparently not.

  As usual, I only wore one of the twins’ white t-shirts when at home. They were large and fit loosely over my frame, which made them airy and comfortable.

  When I was checking on the sizzling eggs and bacon, the sharp sound of heels clicking on the marble flooring caught my attention. Shocked, I turned around. The twins didn’t mention inviting anybody over today. The high-tech systems made their house incredibly secure—no one could walk in without buzzing the intercom, unless they had the house card.

  A svelte, middle-aged lady made her way toward me. The clothes and accessories hanging off her looked expensive. She wore a scarf over her head and chic sunglasses.

  Without thinking, I asked, “Who the hell are you?”

  She lowered her shades and studied me for a brief second. Before saying anything, she turned around, ignoring my question with the same level of rudeness I gave her.

  I hated it when people ignored me. My annoyance started to bubble to the surface. “What a bitch,” I muttered, loud enough so she could hear. She didn’t react.

  The eggs were already starting to brown at the sides, so I focused on cooking a delicious morning meal for the twins.

  The woman sat down on the sofa, as if she owned the place. I wanted to tell her off and ask her to get out, but something about her irked me. She took off her scarf and let her velvety, brown hair fall to her shoulders before reaching into her purse for a mirror so she could reapply her lipstick.

  Jealousy gripped at me as I examined her. I could tell that she was old because of the light wrinkles around her mouth and eyes, but despite her age, she was still beautiful. A regal air surrounded her. Maybe the twins had some fun with her in the past, when they had a thing for older women.

  I was about to walk over and ask her what her purpose for being here was when Ryan emerged from the stairs. “Mom? Why are you here?”

  Alarm bells started to ring in my head. No wonder she irked me and was so insanely gorgeous. She was the twins’ mother! Mentally, I bit my thumb, not sure about what to do. How could I even think the brothers had slept with her before? That was immensely disgusting.

  Her cold, ice-queen attitude made a switch the minute she saw her darling son. “Fluffy bunny! Oh, how are you doing? Mumsy missed you so much.” She caught her son in a big, adorable hug and kissed him on both cheeks. “Have you been eating properly? How is your brother? I know you can be very reckless sometimes. Have you made sure you’ve been staying out of trouble? Have you been missing Papa and me? I know you used to get homesick all the time. My poor, poor darling.”

  I stood there, trying to stop myself from falling to the floor in a laughing fit. Seeing the dominant, alpha-male Ryan getting babied like that was definitely something new. No wonder they used ‘fluffy bunny’ as the safe word and didn’t want me in a bunny suit—it reminded them of their mom.

 

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