(This bonus scene is from the editing room floor. In the first draft of Sleigh Bells and Shibari, I was in a mood!
While I had a fabulous time writing this version where Bellamie told Krampus about the auction ahead of time and gets pretty devious, my editor and I decided it wasn’t right for the overall story, which meant I had to do a lot of rewriting.
So if you’d like to read the original version, here it is… please forgive typos as this version was scrapped before final editing. This picks up at the auction.)
I’m still on my phone with Richard, my financial advisor when I pull into the Aubergine Affair parking lot. He doesn’t have good news. The fairly full parking lot is equally bad news.
“Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem, Kace, but you were feeling generous this holiday season.”
I’ll never regret funding the extra projects or even taking out the loan to help the single mom with her startup, but the timing is so fucked.
“Are you sure I can’t take out another loan?”
“You can, but tell me exactly how buying a virgin in an auction is going to give a return on the investment–loans have to be paid back, no matter how philanthropically you use the money.
“I’ll figure it out.”
“Arrogance has brought down bigger men than you. Don’t do anything stupid.” His tone is more annoyed than cautionary.
“I’ll keep you posted.”
“I really don’t want to hear from you again tonight. You can’t help anybody if you destroy yourself.”
“Gotcha.” I hang up.
I have no idea what I’m walking into or if I’ll even be able to control myself when Bellamie takes the stage. I’ve visualized it. Men are going to ogle her, bid on her, probably cat call… and I’m supposed to sit there and take it.
Not. A. Chance.
A flash of red draws my attention. Bellamie. I park and jump out of my car.
Holy fuck. Her red and white dress barely makes it past her ass. That’s going to draw in the big bucks for sure. I text my financial advisor and tell him to take out the loan.
She rushes to her car and is opening the back door as I call her name.
She turns my direction, her eyes wide. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
I close in on her as she reaches into the back seat and pulls a blanket out.
“I gave you my word.”
“What about your Krampus competition?”
“Priorities.”
She waves the blanket and motions to a car pulling in the parking lot. “Yeah, priorities… a woobie got left in my back seat.”
“A woobie?”
“You know, a little kid’s special blanket.”
She explains how her friend Jolene became a mom in the time span of a phone call, and that she’s been babysitting for her, thus the woobie in her car. And that she encouraged Jolene to continue with her dream of being in the auction.
Every time I turn around Bellamie’s taking care of someone else. I’ve never met a woman that excites my dick as much as she does my heart.
“Bellie, you’re too kind. I can’t stand it.”
“My kindness?”
“No, I can’t stand the thought of anyone else claiming you?”
She smiles sweetly. “You need to stop saying things like that.”
“You’re right. There’s something I need to clear up first.”
“I have to get back inside. The auction starts in ten minutes, but you can talk all you want once you win me.” She rushes away.
I enter the club, sign up as a bidder, check the schedule, and see that Bellamie is the third of four women being auctioned. All I have to do now is wait. Way too passive for me, but I’ll play the game, and carefully bump up the bids on the first two women so money gets used up.
As the auction starts, I watch, study, and encourage.
Some men only bid the lower dollar amounts. They’re hopeful, but not wealthy enough for this game. Such an injustice. Part of me wants to play the part of the great equalizer and help them like I do for the businesses I support, but that’s not my mission tonight.
How has Loren not mentioned this auction? Not that sex auctions were ever a topic of our conversations.
Loren… crap! I plan on doing right by Bellamie and making sure she knows that I’m Loren’s business partner and friend when I win her. Before we have sex.
But the damn opt out clause worries me. Morally gray areas aren’t usually my place, but I can’t risk losing her before I ever have a chance.
Bellamie takes the stage, and I grab my paddle, noticing that my palm is sweaty. At the first utterance from the auctioneer, I put myself in the game. I want Bellamie to see that I’m here for her.
“What the fuck?” Loren’s voice booms from behind me. That’s become his phrase lately.
Bellamie’s expression stiffens. I turn in my chair. There he is standing at the back of the room.
I turn back to back to the stage. Bellamie looks shocked, but not necessarily in a bad way. That makes this decidedly awkward. She leans toward Jefferson, the emcee, her voice catching on the mic–possibly intentional, possibly not.
“Could you please remind everyone that heckling is not allowed at this event.”
Loren strides up the side aisle but is cut off by Laz, the club owner. They have a hushed conversation, but I turn my attention back to the stage as bidding resumes.
The half million mark caused most bidders to back out. Now, it’s a back and forth between me, bidder number forty two, and two other bidders, number eight and number twenty six.
At eight hundred thousand, the caller announces number ninety nine–a new bidder. Before I turn to see, I already know it’s Loren. He’s going to mess everything up, and he has the finances to do it.
The other two bidders drop out at eight and nine hundred thousand, leaving only Loren and me. My financial advisor’s words play in my mind, “You can’t help anybody if you destroy yourself.”
Bellamie leans into the mic again, this time making it clear that she knows her voice is going to be broadcast to the entire room. “Jefferson, could you please make sure the bidders understand what they have to do if they win.”
I avoid eye contact with Loren, but can feel his gaze on me.
The emcee clarifies, “Of course, Bellamie. I invite all bidders to remember that by winning, they are making a commitment, not only to fund a worthy set of charities, but they will have sex with the woman they win, ensuring that she comes hard and she comes first.”
Motion to my side grabs my attention. Loren is raising his paddle even higher.
I’m going to borrow his phrase. “What the fuck?”
Loren wants to fuck his stepsister. Everything starts to click into place. That’s why he’s been so protective of her. Why he’s been trying to keep me away. Why he got an Airbnb… he didn’t want me to be near her.
Bidding resumes, passing one million, the high end of what I can commit to. I text my financial advisor: Is it done?
Before he answers, I send another text: Consider this an emergency
Richard: Don’t do anything stupid.
If only he knew how torn I am on what to call stupid. So subjective. Am I letting Bellamie down if I don’t win her, subjecting her to the whims of her stepbrother?
Wait! That’s it. She’s so annoyed by him, she’ll use the opt out clause. I’m the only other guy in the race. I lower my paddle, setting it flat on the table and nod at Jefferson. I give Bellamie a wink, hoping she catches on that this is intentional.
“Gentlemen, unless someone else is jumping in at the last minute, we might have a winner. Going… going… gone!”
The second Loren’s declared the winner, I rush to the payment room, even beating Loren there. Bellamie has a further walk from the stage, so I take advantage of having a minute alone with her stepbrother when he enters.
“How would you like to make the payment, sir?” the clerk sitting at the table asks.
“He’s not the winner,” Loren says.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Winning,” Loren says.
“You know I’m interested in Bellamie. How are you going to make good on your win?” I want him to admit his feelings.
“The second you broke bro code, what I do became none of your business.”
The clerk picks up her phone and I’m grateful she’s texting instead of interrupting us.
“What the fuck? Bro code? How old are we, twelve?”
“How could you make a move on my sister, Kace? Your women never last more than one night?”
“It’s different with her. I’ve already been with her two nights.”
“You what?”
“Relax, I just meant two dates.”
“Why am I getting a text message that there’s a problem, gentlemen?” Laz interrupts us. “I’m not bringing Bellamie in here until I’m sure she’s safe.”
Crap, I guess the clerk wasn’t ignoring us.
Loren calms himself. “Everything will be fine. He stopped bidding and I won. Would you please have him escorted out?”
“You wouldn’t.” I test him.
Laz takes my arm, but I shrug away and step several paces down the hallway. Laz leaves and then returns with Bellamie. She stops in the doorway, her gaze moving from Loren to me.
“You okay?” Laz asks her.
“I was just wondering if the moon was off tonight or something? We kind of broke your auction.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t know, but as soon as we receive payment from your winner, I can rest a little easier. So do you accept this man as the winner?”
She’s so wide eyed and hopeful as she glances at me.
“I tried Bellamie, but remember, you are in control. You told Loren that he can’t tell you what to do. So if you need to opt out…”
Laz points from Loren to me. “This is the first year we’ve had lone men win. You two know each other, right?”
We reluctantly agree.
“Then if you’d like, you two could double up for the lady.”
Interesting… I’m game for that. My financial advisor would be too if it means I only have to pay a half million. We could have wins all the way around.
“No,” Loren says succinctly. After a moment of silence, he adds, “No mixing business and pleasure.”
“Business?” Bellamie asks me, hurt and concern etched on her face.
Fuck!
My brother takes his Santa gig seriously, but I’ve never heard him refer to it as business, and he was only at one parade with Krampus. Why do I feel like I’m missing something?
“Kace is the business partner I’ve been working with the last two years.”
Oh! Work business, not Santa business. I glance at Kace. He deflates in front of my eyes.
“I wanted to tell you.”
He did tell me several times we needed to talk, and I kept cutting him off. So where does that leave me now? If not for Kace, I’d be totally happy that my stepbrother won me. Why did Loren have to say no so quickly to the possibility of a double win?
All I have to do is opt out of Loren winning me and I can have Kace, but that will surely piss off Loren.
Is it worse to hurt a stranger I thought I was in love with, or my stepbrother who I’ve been in love with for so long?
Kace takes a step back. “I’m not trying to hurt your family. I’ll be here for you, Bellamie.”
“Kace I’m sorry,” I can see his regret in his eye. My heart hurts.
Laz breaks into our moment. “Once you make your decision, she can take care of the payments.” He motions toward the woman at the table.
Loren says, “It’s up to you, Bellamie.”
“Why are you always such a jerk, Loren?”
“Just playing by the rules. Are you opting out or should I pay for you?”
We’re past the point of acknowledging Loren is willing to have sex with me. That might mean the magic of the Christmas Cherry Auction worked. But with Kace left out, it really sucks. Gah! This moment was supposed to be so much more… anything but this.
Loren steps closer to me. “I need you to tell me the truth.”
“What?”
“Do you want me?”
For the first time, I see something in my brother’s eyes– a hint that he wants me but is afraid. Loren, afraid? Wow.
He whispers. “All those times you walked around in a t-shirt and panties, or bent over in front of me, or made your cleavage more than obvious …you knew what you were doing to me. The problem was that I couldn’t figure out if you were practicing so you could tease other boys or if you really wanted to tease me.”
It was all for him. I never thought I could have him. But now I also want Kace.
“And when you asked me to take you shopping and then tried on bikinis that had less fucking fabric than a washcloth…”
Kace clears his throat. He’s stepped close enough to hear.
I look at him from under my lashes. I’m getting called out on everything. Loren tucks a finger under my chin, drawing my gaze back to meet his. “If you can honestly say you don’t want me, I’ll walk away.”
I can’t let this opportunity pass, and I also can’t make a choice without trying for what I really want. I would be stupid not to tap into the magic of the Christmas Cherry Auction. “I want you… And I want Kace.” I pause then say louder, “I want both of you.”
“Belle, if he hurts you, it would risk our business relationship.”
Kace jumps in, “You think we can salvage our business relationship?”
Loren’s jaw flexes.
I’ve said it before, but maybe it will sink in differently now. “You don’t own me, Loren.”
“Tonight, I do.” Loren heads to the table to make the payment.
“Stay close. This isn’t over,” I whisper to Kace.
He shakes his head. “I have ongoing projects with him. He’s too hard headed.”
“Just play along. We’re in a sex club, and I want you here for this, even if he won’t allow it.”
“Bellamie, you know what that’s going to do to me?”
“I want to find out. And as soon as I have sex with him, the obligation is over.”
“What’s going on?” Loren’s voice is surprisingly close. Did he hear?
“Just talking,” I say.
He takes my hands, rubbing them with his thumbs. “I won’t force you into anything you don’t want, Bellamie. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“Really?”
He raises our hands and kisses my fingers. I might melt.
“Belle, remember the time you accidentally walked in on me when I was… in the shower?”
“You think it was an accident?” I kind of confess.
He cocks his head.
“I just wanted a peek of you naked. I didn’t know you’d be…”
“Thinking of you and how much I wanted to fuck that tight pussy of yours.”
My heart races as I’m taken back to that moment. I would have let him.
“But the look on your face–it hit me how innocent you were, that our eight years age difference is huge. I had no right to take advantage of you.”
The shock of his statement reframes everything.
“That’s why you yelled at me to get the fuck out? Not because you were mad at me?”
“It’s been torture denying my feelings for you, Belle. And when I thought I horrified you, I hated myself.”
My knees buckle and he catches me. Being held by him makes me even more safe than I ever imagined. “I wasn’t horrified. I was… your dick was so big you could barely fist it. The number of times I fantasized about slipping into your bed at night…or that I fantasized it was you when I played with my vibrator… well, I realized in that moment, I needed a bigger one.”
He pulls me in tight. My head is forced against his chest and turns to the side.
Kace. Shit. He heard all of that. I was so lost in the moment, I forgot he was there.
Loren doesn’t realize I’m staring at Kace, or doesn’t care. “I promise to make this good for you.”
“I know you will, Loren.”
“I’ve dreamed of this, Belle. Never quite like this, in front of people, or after buying you, but thank you for giving me the chance.”
“There’s just one thing, Loren.”
His body stiffens.
“I know you don’t want Kace to have sex with us, but I want him to watch.”
Loren loosens his grip and nods at Kace. “Can I talk to him alone, Belle?”
“No. I almost had sex with him the other night. The only reason we stopped was because of the auction. And I fully intend to have sex with him after you.”
“Kace is a good guy in a lot of ways, but he’s the love ‘em and leave ‘em type.”
Kace squares up with Loren. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Loren. Don’t fill her with lies.”
“Then you tell her how long your longest relationship lasted.”
“Fuck off, Loren.”
“It’s one thing if you want to go out with random women then end it after one date. I won’t let you treat Bellamie like that.”
My mouth drops open. “Kace?”
“It’s not like that.”
“How many times have you told me it just wouldn’t work?”
“Why string a woman along if I’m not into her?”
The woman from the payment room says, “If I have to call Laz over again, he’ll probably throw you out.”
“We’re fine,” I say overly cheerfully.
Pulling Loren and Kace to the side, I say, “It’s simple. I want him to watch and I want to see him come when I do. Deal or no deal?”
Loren rubs his hand over his mouth. That gives me time to add, “And I want him in the room with us.”
“Belle…”
“It’s what it will take to ensure I have a good first sexual experience.”
“You can’t know that.”
I shrug.
“Okay, but he has to stay far enough away that he can’t touch you.”
“Fine, he can’t touch me, but he is going to touch himself.”
Kace says, “Could you two stop talking about me like that, it’s weird.”
“Weirder than my stepsister wanting you to watch me have sex with her?”
“You could have let me win.”
“Not a chance.” His voice starts to escalate again.
I put fingers to both of their mouths. “Shh. Do we have a deal?”
“Whatever it takes to make you happy, Bellie.”
The nickname makes Loren wince. Or maybe he winces because we’re about to do this. Kace and I stare at him, waiting for an answer, or at least a nod. He’s not happy, but I actually think he could be.
And because I might miss my chance if I don’t add this on now, I say, “One more little bitty thing…”
“What now, sis?”
“I brought a little bit of rope.”
“What for?” Loren asks.
Kace smiles knowingly.
“I want Kace to tie my hands together. And before you object, I know this because when he did it at the parade the other night, I… um… felt certain ways about it.”
“It’s your first time, I don’t think you should do that.”
Kace helps me out. “We’ll use the safe word stoplight system. It was part of the contract.”
Confirming I’m good with this, I say, “If I say red, everything stops. We all know how safe words work.”
Loren exhales hard. “No more requests, Belle. He can bind your wrists before we start, but no touching you once you’re mine.
Finally, we have agreement and Loren guides us to a viewing room, allowing me to grab my bag on the way. The three of us step inside. There’s a bed on one side, a spanking bench in the middle, and a chair off to the other side.
“That chair can be yours, Kace.” Loren clarifies.
Kace grumbles.
I hand the rope to Kace, and say, “A spanking bench! That’s a definite yes!”
Loren paces nervously. “Hold on. I think this is a lot for the first time you have sex. You’re going to be tied up. You want to be spanked. And should I mention a viewing room where everyone in the club can see you with your stepbrother and his best friend?”
“You know, it actually sounds kind of cool when you put it like that. I feel so empowered. If you’d rather wait to do it privately, Kace could–”
“No. I just think it’s a lot for your first time.”
“Is this why women don’t enjoy sex, particularly the first time? Because men think they know what we want?”
“What about what I want?” Loren catches me on that one.
Kace saves me. “You signed a contract that this will be all about her. But if there’s anything you can’t handle—”
“All good. Tie her up and I’ll take it from there.”
With my strapless dress, we agree that Kace will go ahead and bind my wrists while I’m still clothed. He kneels before me, taking his time wrapping the silk rope into what looks more like a piece of art than a restraint.
Each wrap is carefully placed. The knot falls expertly where he wants it. Then he kisses my hands before handing me off to Loren.
“Remember, if you panic, we can get you out quickly.” He shows Loren how to pull the rope.
The brief moment they work together on me gives me hope, and makes me incredibly wet.
Loren tugs me close, my hands sandwiched low between us. Did he mean to have my hands against his cock? Holy fuck, he’s hard. I purposely move my fingers, making him growl.
He kisses along the side of my face, and as I tilt my head and tiptoe, our lips come together. Oh, my god. We should have been doing this all along. My mind floats to Kace for a brief moment… the kiss we shared… the kiss all three of us could be sharing.
My legs are weak and Loren has to steady me.
I wish I was between the two of them, but not tonight. Loren’s not ready. That doesn’t mean I won’t keep working on him.
Loren makes space between us and lifts our hands. He kisses my fist and then the binding, and as he raises my arms, he kisses down my forearm, over my elbow, and then follows along the outside of my arm to my shoulder.
His path furthers the fire growing inside of me. And knowing that Kace is watching, adds a special sparkle.
Hoisting me, he carries me until my back presses against the wall, lifting my arms overhead.
“Do you realize how many times I heard you moan late at night. I wanted to break down the wall between our bedrooms and show you how hard that made my cock.”
“It was always for you.”
“You’re such a naughty girl.”
I want to make some quip about being on the naughty list—Krampus’ list, but can’t risk it.
My eyes meet Kace’s. The intensity of his gaze sends a wave of heat over my body. I lower my gaze to his crotch and he wraps his fingers around the thick length in his jeans.
Struggling to keep my eyes open as Loren smothers me in kisses while grinding his hips against me, I worry that if I mention Kace, Loren will flinch. That should be his own damn problem, but this could be my only chance to have them both present for my first time.
Opting for silence, other than my moans, I nod at Kace, hopeful he speaks naughty girl. He rubs a hand over his jeans and I reward him by licking my lips.
“Don’t move your arms.” Loren lets go of them, maneuvers, and shoves his pants down. His cock springs free underneath me, pressing against my soaked panties. My lower lips are so wet they try to take him, but the dang fabric’s in the way.
He rocks his hips back and forth, creating pressure on my clit in a way I can’t do on my own. Is it the anticipation, the lack of control, the sheer need?
I dreamed of riding his cock so many times, but didn’t dream big enough.
Loren is breathless. “Bellamie, this is so right. So worth the wait.”
“I never thought you wanted me.”
“I did, always, but didn’t want anyone to think I was taking advantage of my younger stepsister. And I didn’t want to risk hurting our family.”
If only I was free to speak about my feelings for Kace right now. He and Loren are so close, but look at how long it took him to admit how he feels for me.
Meeting Kace’s gaze, I include him in the moment, choosing my words carefully as I respond to Loren. “I’ve wanted you from the day we met. It’s like my body knew we were meant to be together, overriding all of the objections. That we’re bound at a level deeper than anyone can imagine.”
Kace rubs his hand over his length.
“It’s time we strip away everything that’s between us.”
Kace grins and unbuttons his pants, shoving them to midthigh, then taking a seat.
Loren slants his lips over mine until neither of us can breathe. “I don’t want to rush this, Belle.”
“We have the rest of our lives to take it slow. Tonight is all about feeding the passion.”
“Can you come like this?” He grinds harder, his cock torturing my lady bits.
I lean my head forward, my cheek against his. “Yes. Can you?”
“I want to wait until I’m inside of you.”
“Why not go for both?” My tone turns wickedly seductive as I watch Kace for understanding. His simple nod is perfect.
“Fine, I’ll mark you then fill you.” Loren has no idea what’s happening.
“I want it all.”
“Your dress is going to get messed up.”
“I hope so.”
“Fuck! Grind on it,” Belle.” With the rocking of his hips, I’m at his mercy. I maintain as much eye contact with Kace as possible, memorizing how he strokes his shaft and rubs the tip. Soon, I’ll be the one doing that.
The ravenous intensity of his gaze is as hot as watching him pleasure himself. My sex tightens around the emptiness I’m desperate for them to fill.
“I know you’re watching Kace.” Loren surprises me with the admission. “Tell me what you see, Belle.”
I freeze in a moment of shock but quickly regroup, making every effort to make this about us as a group.“He’s fisting his cock. It reminds me of the first time I saw yours in the shower.”
“Do you still want him?”
“I want both of you.” I teeter on the brink of my orgasm, fueled by every touch, every sight, but I hold back because I have to let Kace know I’m close.
Are Loren’s walls breaking down or is he simply feeding into my fantasy, giving me a one-time pleasure because he has to make this good for me? My orgasm winds tighter and tighter. Kace’s tip is so swollen, so red, and a drip of pre-cum spurts from the tip then slides over the head, onto his shaft, and is taken in by the next stroke of his fist.
His chin juts out, falling open slightly.
Kissing my way to the side of Loren’s cheek, I position myself to watch Kace.
“I’m so close. Come with…” My words trail off as fireworks explode in my body. Bliss consumes me. My arms pull down hard, but are caught above our heads.
A rumble emanates from Loren’s chest, sending further stimulation through my body, straight to my clit and his cock pulses and his warm, wet release soaks through my clothes.
Catching breaths between waves of climax, I hear Kace’s staggered breaths. My eyes pop open.
White streams surge from his shaft, his hand drawing every last bit of cum from himself. His body hunches forward as his low, deep sounds of pleasure become my aphrodisiac. His eyes send me a message.
This was for me. But it won’t be the last time he climaxes with me.
Lacking the ability to form any clever words, I let my eyes fall shut as another wave of pleasure racks my body. A soft smile is all I have to offer as I sink into Loren.
Loren kicks his shoes off, then shucks the clothes from his lower half. He carries me to the spanking bench, setting me on my knees and making sure my hands are steady on the top pad. Kace remains seated in his chair several feet in front of me, his cock already hard again.
Loren unzips the back of my dress, holding the fabric in place. “You know how long I’ve waited to see these titties? You paraded around without a bra so many times, I couldn’t help but imagine my tongue on your perky little nipples.”
I take his question as rhetorical.
“Have you seen her tits yet, Kace?”
He chokes on his answer of no.
“Do you want to?”
What is Loren up to? It doesn’t matter. Their interaction has another orgasm tightening low in my belly. I shift my thighs together so I can squeeze.
“She’s getting antsy, Kace. Do you want to see her naked, tell me what gorgeous color her perfect nipples are?”
“Yeah.”
Loren inches the top of the dress down, keeping enough tightness on the top that it causes my breasts to bounce free, because like he mentioned… no bra. Is he watching Kace’s reaction as intently as I am? Did he see the twitch in Kace’s cock and the milky white pre-cum that’s sliding over the tip. How can he have more already?
And why would Loren let Kace see me first. Is this about control? A small offering for not fully including Kace?
My dress is thrown to the side, and all I’m wearing are panties and heels.
“Everything about you is so goddam perfect Bellie. Even your dark, rosy nipples.” His hand moves up and down his shaft while he stares at my breasts.
My nipples are so hard they hurt.
Loren wraps an arm around my waist, helping me stay tall. His head dips over my shoulder and he inhales sharply. “They’d look so good full of milk dripping on your swollen belly.”
He bends me over the spanking bench, helping me get my arms in front. My panties are a thong, and I thought he would take them off. Not yet.
First he spanks one cheek, then the other. “You’re such a fucking tease, torturing me for years, Belle. That’s why we have to torture Kace. He doesn’t get a piece of this juicy ass till I’ve had it.”
Oh my God, that’s what this is about? Another sharp slap lands on my butt. “Want to see my hand print on her curvy ass, Kace?”
Kace’s answer is a mumble and groan as he gets up, shucks his pants, and heads over. Loren grabs my ass, kneading with his fingers. I’ve been watching her parade this ass around for years. He shakes his hand, making my butt jiggle. Why am I not only okay with this… why is it sending the tightness in my belly to ridiculous heights.
“All those curve-hugging leggings, the bathing suits, the short shorts, the t-shirts with panties… And how many times have you bent over in front of me? You wanted me to fill you with that this cock, every single one of those times, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
He relaxes his fingers then slaps my ass again.
Kace says, “Damn that’s hot. She’s so fuckable.”
My stepbrother pulls his hand away again, but this time, he bites my butt.
I yelp, not from pain, although it stung a little, but from the surprise.
“That’s for being a pain in the ass,” Loren says.
“I’m sorry,” I say reflexively.
“I doubt it, because you’re not the good girl you pretend to be, Belle. Tonight we find out just how naughty my little stepsister is.”
“Hell, yeah.” Kace steps into my peripheral vision, his naked, muscular legs topped with a cock that won’t stop dripping pre-cum.
A thought flits out of my brain, coming out as nothing more than a begging whimper on my lips.
“If I hadn’t been waiting so long to pump you full of cum, I’d take a hell of a lot longer. If I said I was going to fuck you hard and fast, Bellamie, what color safeword would you give me?”
“Green. Please fuck me, Loren, please.”
“So polite. That doesn’t make you any less naughty.” Loren’s laugh is almost sinister. I’ve never seen this side of my stepbrother before. Then again, he’s never seen this side of me.
“I’ll go slowly at first. Kace is going to help watch and listen, make sure you’re okay.”
I nod. Kace steps in front of me, and I’m fairly certain he strokes his cock for show. It’s a show I’d love to rewatch, but before I can make a joke, Loren dips his fingers between my legs and tugs my thong to the side.
His tip presses against my entrance and my lower lips stretch apart to take him. My breath hitches.
Kace lowers himself to one knee. “You okay?”
“Yes,” I say just as Loren pushes his tip fully inside of me, stretching me around the thick head before giving me a moment of relief.
He’s inside of me. My entire being feels full. I wiggle, needing to explore what’s happening. His free hand grips my hips, his breaths audible. “Hold still, Belle. You’re tighter than I expected. The torture never ends.”
Kace laughs and reaches out to stroke my cheek. His eyes dart up to Loren. Will my stepbrother allow the contact or is he too lost in our union to even notice?
Loren pistons back and forth the tiniest amount, fitting himself a little further inside of me with each in-stroke. He’s not the only one being tortured. Even while my body feels like I’m going to split in half, my hips shamelessly rock back to take him further.
Each movement of his cock winds me tighter and tighter. I might come before he’s all the way inside.
“Can you feel that, Belle? My cock twitching, begging for more in your tight pussy?”
“It’s so hot and thick. So good.”
“You know what happens every time my cock swells like that, don’t you?”
His shaft stretches me to new limits. The seer of the pain mixed with the sheerness of the pleasure steals my breath. I shake my head.
“Every twitch, every swell… more pre-cum shoots inside of you.” He rubs his hand over my butt and down my hip.
I’m so hungry for him, I can’t think anymore, just surrender and let primal needs drive my actions. My sex tightens on him.
He spanks me. “Naughty girl, answer my question. You understand what that means, don’t you?”
I nod.
“Say it. Tell me you want it. Or tell me to stop. I have to hear your words… a safeword if that’s easier.” His voice is a little louder and I wonder if he wants to be sure Kace hears them too… particularly my answer.
It’s messed up, but it’s still an acknowledgement that Kace is a part of this.
“You’re going to come inside of me.”
“I’m giving you the full load, but what else does it mean?”
What? I don’t have enough brain cells active right now for a quiz. I search Kace’s expression for an answer, but all I see is desire.
Loren spanks me again. It occurs to me that my sex tightens every time he spanks me. Is it as good for him as it is for me?
“I’m riding you bare, no protection.”
“I’m on the pill.”
“It’s not foolproof. Are you willing to let me get you pregnant? Is that what you want, Belle? What you’ve hoped for all along?”
Kace’s eyes fall shut. Is this part of Loren’s torture? Is it torture if Kace likes it? His half smile makes me wonder.
I stare into Kace’s eyes while answering my stepbrother. “Yes, I want you to fill me with cum.”
“Do you want Kace’s cum, too?”
Unexpected. Inside of me? Yes. But I don’t think that’s what Loren means. I play it safe. “Yes.”
“Do you want him to blow his load on you?”
“Yes.” My sex tightens and I almost tip past the point of no return. The ridiculous thought of how much of a jerk my stepbrother was helps me pull back in the nick of time.
Loren’s hand lands on my lower back, pressing down hard. “Fuck, Belle. You gotta give me warning.”
“I’m really close.”
Loren gets serious. “Better get pumping that cock, Kace, if you want to come with her.”
Kace stands in front of me, rips his shirt off, then dares to grab my bound hands and pull them down, rubbing them on his cock.
This hardly seems real. If I’d had sex with Kace the other night, this never would have happened.
I wish I could grab his thickness, wish I could lick him, taste him… but Loren pumps inside of me again and all I can do is take it like the naughty girl I am. “I’m really close.”
Kace takes the cue and strokes himself inches in front of me.
Loren still controls the show. “You like watching him give that cock a workout don’t you.”
“Uh huh.”
“I can tell by how tight you’re getting. Let it go, Belle. Come on my cock.”
I cry out as I fall apart. Loren’s groans are purely primal while he unloads inside of me, our mixed release running down my legs, pooling on the floor.
Years of pent up frustration finally get their release. I lose track of myself, completely surrendering to the man I’ve wanted for so long.
Wet heat hits my face, reminding me that I wanted both men. And I’m getting them. Ropes of cum spray from Kace’s cock, hitting my face, landing on my tongue. Salty heaven filling me from both ends.
This is a dream come true.
Bonus Scene for Sleigh Bells and Shibari © 2025 Sylvie Haas
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