By nine o’clock, Livvie was bushed; Jack had been fractious and restless all day, and all she wanted was to get some rest. Ryan offered to put him down, so carried him around while Livvie readied for bed. When she started to put her frumpy sleep-sweats on, though, Ryan objected, saying they made him too hot at night, so Livvie swapped them for one of his old T-shirts instead, before crawling gratefully into the cool bed.
Ryan disappeared with Jack, and the sound of him crooning softly to the baby lulled her into a deep sleep. Even Ryan sliding into bed next to her barely registered before she once again dropped into a deep, dreamless sleep.
*
Something brought her out of her sleep, from deep sleep to instant wakefulness, but when she tried to move she discovered her arms were stretched up over her head, her hands shackled to the fancy wrought-iron bed-head inside softly padded cuffs.
At the same time, she realised her legs were also immobilised, more soft, padded leather cuffs holding her ankles in place, and a mask of some sort had been slipped over her eyes; she could feel the elastic across the back of her head.
“Ryan, what the fuck are you…!” she began, outrage stirring, only to feel a soft gag slip over her mouth, muffling her angry exclamations.
“Sshhh, no-one’s going to hurt you, Livvie, I promise!” Ryan’s soft, almost inaudible whisper came to her, his tongue brushing her ear in a quick, feather-soft lick giving her a gentle pang of pleasure, both wistful and needy, even through her anger and fear.
She bristled as she brushed that from her mind; how fucking dare he, what the fuck did he think he was doing? She struggled, hoping to slip her wrists out of the cuffs, but to no avail. As she slumped down, defeated, she sensed Ryan looming over her, and then, quick as lightning, he slipped the soft gag down and kissed her, crushing his lips against hers in a quick, heartfelt kiss, his tongue lightly brushing her lips, and then slipped the gag back up again before she could say anything.
Livvie’s lips tingled from the swift kiss; angry as she was, it still felt good, a remembrance of how things had been between them, before… before the distance had begun to grow, before he’d gone away, back when they were still in love and he wanted and needed her…
She could still feel his presence, and then she felt him take hold of the hem of the T-shirt and heave, ripping it all the way up the front, exposing her beautiful, proud, protruding breasts; Ryan was silent with awe; he’d not seen his sister-wife properly naked in months now, and he’d almost forgotten what a stunning body, what spectacular breasts she had; firm, round and jutting, with no sag or droop despite recent motherhood; she looked utterly delicious; young, nulliparous, and almost overwhelmingly desirable.
Her stomach was flat, with just the faint hint of double-dome that spoke of perfect muscle-tone; all that time in the gym following Jack’s birth had obviously paid dividends. Her thighs were long, firm and perfectly toned, the olive skin warm and glossy in the lamp-light, and Ryan felt his pulse quickening and his penis thickening at the memory of those long, sleek, beautiful legs wrapped around him or thrown over his shoulders as he pounded into her night after night.
Livvie tried to twist and get away from him, anger coursing through her, but still her nipples were reacting to both the cool night air and the knowledge that her husband, her brother, was feasting his gaze on her nakedness, the brown nubs quickly erecting into the long, fat little pillars it had always been his delight to lick, suck, and nibble, and gently bite when she demanded it from him.
When the cold metal of the scissors touched her thigh she jumped, but she knew what was coming, and resigned herself to it. Ryan quickly slit the sides of her panties, then pulled them off, exposing the full glory of her waxed mound to his eyes. Now his cock was at full stretch; the sight of Livvie naked would give a corpse an erection, and he was only human.
But they had all night. Tonight Livvie was going to recover and reclaim what she’d decided was already gone or had stopped believing: that her husband loved her with a passion and wanted her more than anything in the whole world, and that she was loved, and honoured, and treasured, the things he’d neglected to remind her of in his quest to reach the top, and that he needed her more than he knew how to say.
Livvie felt his weight shift as he moved up next to her, and then his lips were on her neck, kissing and nibbling softly, gently; try as she might to keep her anger close and hot at her captivity, goosebumps prickled up and down her back, arms and thighs as his lips traced out patterns and pathways on her skin she’d almost forgotten.
His focus shifted now to her throat, Livvie swallowing dryly as the old feelings threatened to resurface, try as she might to suppress them because they were a part of something she knew with iron certainty was gone forever. As he kissed and licked, a movement caught his eye. He looked up in quick alarm, then relaxed as a lithe, slender woman, with dark, glossy red hair bobbed in a neat bell, wearing a black velvet opera mask but otherwise completely naked, her small, conical breasts adorned with small, puffy nipples, and her sex waxed like Livvie’s, slipped silently into the room and smiled at him, her finger to her lips warning him to be silent.
Ryan nodded, and smiled ruefully. Now it began, there was no turning back now, and so he watched apprehensively as the naked woman padded noiselessly across the carpet and knelt on the floor next to Livvie. Her eyes, deep-set and mysterious behind the mask gleamed darkly in the faint light from the hall, met his, and once again her finger on her lips told him to be silent and her hand gesture told him to wait; at his nod of agreement, she slipped her finger between Livvie’s legs and stroked gently even as she bent to lightly caress Livvie’s nipple with her lips, her tongue-tip barely flicking the turgid little pillar of flesh
Livvie squealed behind her gag, bucking at the two pronged assault, her eyes rolling and then squeezing shut, the muscles and tendons in her neck cording as she shuddered with the unexpected pleasure. Her back arched as the girl continued to gently frig her, soft, liquid sounds of pleasure coming from her as she felt the pleasure of what was happening to her.
Now the girl nodded to Ryan, but when he leaned over and took the other nipple between his lips and sucked, Livvie bucked and gurgled, and her eyes flew wide-open behind the blindfold with the sudden realisation there was another person in the room, someone else who was touching her intimately.
The girl tugged her own earlobe as she rolled her eyes at him, and Ryan understood immediately what she was telling him. He kissed his way up to Livvie’s ear, biting and nibbling her, to her earlobe, to whisper in her ear, soothing her as she began to panic, and only calming once she realised that whoever else was there, so was Ryan, and he wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
As she came to understand that, she relaxed, and as she relaxed, and paid attention to the soft tongue and gentle pair of lips kissing, licking, teasing and caressing her, it gradually dawned on her that it was a woman. Something about the gentleness, the attention to other, more tender places than a man would ever think of, gradually gave it away. Livvie was still mad at Ryan, but at least he’d not included one of his friends in this… whatever it was; she’d never have forgiven that; as much as she and Ryan were having problems, and had even begun to drift apart, she was still his, and only his, and no other man would ever touch her. So who was the other woman…?
Under Ryan’s tender touch, and the soft caress of his lips on her nipple, between her breasts, the base of her throat, and that place just under her ear, Livvie relaxed, her body welcoming the doubled kisses and caresses, a place deep inside her opening up and reluctantly accepting them. As Ryan shifted against her, she felt the thick hardness of his own arousal brush against her thigh, a momentary cool wetness streaking her, and she realised he was erect, tumescent with need and arousal for her, the wetness a sign that his penis was exuding lubricant as a prelude to fucking her.
A little spark deep down inside her rejoiced at the knowledge that he still wanted her, much as she tried to hold on to her self-righteous anger at being subjected to this… this assault, this sick pleasure (and it must be sick; it was not of her choosing…) being inflicted on her whether or not she’d asked or desired it.
Ryan watched in silence as the girl began to kiss her way down Livvie’s spectacular body, her hand once more staying him as he moved to joined her, so he remained in place instead, watching as the girl nibbled and licked Livvie’s nipples, between her breasts, and began to move inexorably lower, while Ryan stared with bated breath.
Livvie, meanwhile was in a whirl of building arousal, gasping softly as a pair of soft lips gently traced a path between her breasts down her taut stomach, a trail of kisses leading to a probing tongue-tip dipping momentarily into her navel, flicking the sensitive tissue and popping a fury of goosebumps along her arms and thighs, her nipples throbbing almost painfully at the sensation.
As the soft, teasing lips moved further, lower down her body, Livvie’s eyes widened under the blindfold as she realised where that questing mouth was going, but struggle as she might (and if she was being completely honest with herself, she didn’t struggle as hard as she might…) it made no difference; the relentless lips moved down to that place, their touch light as spider silk, hot as a branding-iron, gentle as a baby’s breath, still no clue as to whose lips they were, and so delight and horror and need and reluctance, tinged with desire, apprehension, and acceptance, throbbed, and pulsed and swirled deep inside her.
Livvie tried to scream at the first soft, cat-like licks at the apex of her slit; the sensation thrilled through her in a way she barely remembered, a warm wave of lust and longing washing through her even as her clitoris swelled and pulsated hotly, ready, waiting, needing that touch she’d almost forgotten, contrasting sharply with the banked coals of anger and rejection that even now still smouldered sullenly inside her.