BELLA
“Do whatever you want, I will be out here waiting for you.”
Those were the words he said to me those nights ago when he carried me to the bathroom so I could relieve my bladder.
It seemed like something was wrong with the brothers. I couldn’t pinpoint what it was. They seemed to have changed. Most of the time, they didn’t use their toys on me, fucking me as gently as they could. I felt like there was a calm before the storm, but couldn’t understand what was happening.
So far, I’d gotten enough about them. Though they were still elusive about where they came from, I got to know more about them, from their favourite food to their favourite colour.
It had been 3 weeks since the director gave me the 31-day grace, and I was still thinking of how to make them agree to a recorded interview. We would start with an audio record before we moved to the video.
Knowing how weary they were always with things like this, I knew I had to get them to agree.
Five days before the grace I was given expired, I drove to their house. I met them in their playroom like always. They were waiting for me, having ordered me to come in.
“I have a favour to ask after this,” I murmured, looking straight at them.
Blue tilted his head to the side with a questioning expression on his face, while Fred smirked. “It all depends on how good you are. Why don’t you put on a play?”
Nodding, to show I accepted the challenge, I reached behind me, underneath my shirt and unhooked my bra. Both men watched my actions with a predator’s gaze. I pulled the bra out of the sleeve of my shirt and let it fall to the floor.
Their eyes followed my movements, identical yet different blue eyes bore into mine. My body responded to my sex swelling, wetting with anticipation. My nipples tightened under my shirt and I bit my lip.
I had missed having them manhandle me, tugging on my hair, as they forced me to go down on them at the same time. These past few weeks had been mostly missionary vanilla sex and a few doggy. Most of the days, they would only ask for a blow job from me.
I felt like they weren’t having enough fun with me and wondered if they had gotten tired of me and were mostly humouring me because of the agreement we had.
The thoughts of that seemed to tug on my heartstrings. That was why I was determined to get them to look at me like they did on the day they asked me to sign the contract. I missed those hard eyes boring into my skin as they ordered me to strip, the tone of command they always used.
I unbuttoned my shirt as slowly as I could and tossed it on the floor, standing in front of them in nothing but a short skirt. My nipples hardened the more they looked at it.
I blushed. I couldn’t help myself as I felt Blue’s gaze zero in on my peaked nipples. I noticed something familiar flick through his gaze before he averted it, his eyes returning to the normal colour.
Fred watched me and waited, and I could feel his need. I let my gaze drop to his lap and saw the blatant evidence of his desire in his jeans. A smile graced my lips at that. At least they were still getting hard at the sight of my naked body. That meant so much to me.
“Do you wish to touch me?” I purred, my gaze landing on Blue. I was teasing the sleeping lion, and I knew that. I just couldn’t help it. I wished to have them fuck me like before. It was unfair that they made me crave rough sex, only to start treating me like a porcelain doll.
“Do you want that?” He smirked, his gaze running over my body. “Come here,” he commanded, his voice taking on the husky quality of desire.
I didn’t wait for any coaxing as I walked towards him and stood between his legs, close enough to feel his breath on my flesh.
My hard nipples seemed to point towards him. He met my gaze and, leaning forward, he lifted my breast, filling his hand with my flesh. He observed me as he squeezed my breast, as his thumb brushed across the taut nipple, causing me to whimper, making me hiss out in need.
“Tug me harder,” I cried out. My pussy clenched as more arousal pooled in my panties.
“Harder?” He scoffed at that. Leaning forward, I watched as his lips wrapped around my nipple, as he drew the tight peak into his mouth and suckled hard. I arched into the touch, my head falling back as I felt the sensations drive me higher. I needed this, wanted this.
I wanted to feel his teeth scrape around it before he bit down hard, but I didn’t say that. I didn’t want them to think I was a masochist.
I gasped as Blue used his teeth to nip at my flesh, drawing my gaze down to his. I was consumed. I squirmed, rubbing my thighs together at the pleasurable feeling that went through me.
Fred reached his hand out and touched my left breast. He teased it as Blue played with my right nipple. I whimpered, overcome with sensations. Having both of them pleasure me drove me to the point of insanity.
Blue’s hand reached for my skimpy skirt, his hand skimming over my thighs before he reached out to my stomach. I sucked in a breath as he unzipped it, pulling down my legs.
Fred’s hand went to the juncture of my thighs, his big fingers pressing my panties into my wet slit and rubbing. The competing sensations were intense and made my knees weak. Together, they worked so well. I fell forward, my hand reaching for Blue’s shoulder to brace myself from the fall. He didn’t let up his assault on my breast, licking, sucking and biting at me. I whimpered, and they didn’t stop.
Not that I wanted them to. This was what I’d craved. I needed this more than they could ever know.