“I…uh…”
“Changed your mind?” Tyler asked.
“No. I mean, I’m not sure.”
He sat beside her. The skin on his face stretched taut, he nonetheless took her hand gently. “Kaelin. What do you want to do?”
“I want…I want you to do what you did to Tracy.”
When his face changed expression and blanched, she blinked. And blinked again. And glanced at Nick. Nick frowned. “What do you mean, Kaelin?”
“I mean…I saw you. You tied her up.”
Tyler stared at her wordlessly then gave a jerky nod.
“I want you to tie me up,” she whispered. She’d never in her entire life voiced that fantasy aloud, though so many times she’d wanted to ask Brent. Every time she saw his handcuffs, her tummy did a little flip of excitement, but she’d never ever had the nerve to tell him that. Somehow she knew Brent was so by the book, follow the rules, he would have been appalled at that idea.
“You want us to tie you up,” Tyler repeated. Color washed back into his cheeks, over his high cheekbones, and his eyes glittered. He looked at Nick.
“Yes.”
She clasped her hands and bent her head, letting her hair fall over her face. How could she explain this to them? She didn’t even know why she wanted it, except that the idea made her hot, so hot, and the idea of having control taken away from her only added to the fire burning inside her.
“I got nothing,” Tyler said to Nick, and she peeked through her curtain of hair to see his mouth almost smiling. “Didn’t expect this.”
“Here.” Nick walked to the closet near the door and returned with two silk neckties. Kaelin blinked. “I brought these for the wedding. Wasn’t sure which I’d wear.”
“Christ,” Tyler muttered. He took a tie from Nick and in seconds Kaelin was flat on her back, hands tied to the headboard of the bed above her head.
She stared at him mutely. He was so beautiful. His dark gold hair gleamed in the lamplight, as did the scruff of whiskers on his jaw. His lips parted and he gazed down at her, eyes shining. He smiled at her, and everything inside her tightened. “Do you trust us, Kaelin?”
She nodded. Why she trusted him, she had no idea. Yes, he’d hurt her. He’d kissed her, gotten her young hopes up and then had smashed them to pieces. She’d felt Nick’s betrayal too, that he’d been involved in something like that. But at this moment, in this room, she trusted both of them to look after her, and even though the fact that she was helpless and pretty much at their mercy added an edge of thrill to the excitement pounding inside her, she knew they wouldn’t abuse that power with her.
“Yes,” she whispered, holding Tyler’s gaze. “I trust you.”
He closed his eyes briefly and then started unbuttoning his shirt. Her eyes widened as she watched his body appear, his broad chest with sculpted muscles, a fine dust of light hair, defined abs. His shoulders shone in the light as he shrugged out of the shirt and it drifted to the floor. When his fingers went to the button of his pants, her mouth went dry, and her pussy clenched. She watched with fascination and admiration as he stepped out of pants and socks, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of snug black boxer briefs that strained to cover his massive erection.
Her eyes turned to Nick who was also undressing, revealing his heavily muscled body, a darker hue than Tyler’s golden skin, darker hair dusting his pecs and ripped abs. Oh yes, he had been working out. Definitely.
They both kept their underwear on as they climbed onto the bed, one on either side of her and slowly, carefully began to remove her clothes. Her skin burned and tingled, her breath going short and choppy. Tyler’s fingers on the zipper of her dress were slightly unsteady. Nick’s hands were warm as he slid them up her bare legs beneath the dress. He stroked her thighs and she could only tremble and stare at both of them wide eyed, arms stretched above her head.
“Gonna have to untie you,” Tyler muttered, reaching for the silk ties. He loosened her arms and lowered them to her sides. When he slowly slid the wide straps of her sleeveless dress down her arms, her tummy muscles clenched hard and she shivered. Her breasts swelled in the cups of her strapless black bra, nipples tingling. She watched him watch her, loved how his eyes got so dark and hot, how his teeth sank into his bottom lip.
“Look at her, Nick,” he whispered hoarsely, trailing his fingertips across the top swells of her breasts. “Look how beautiful she is.”
His request to Nick drove home the fact that she was with two men, sending lightning streaking through her veins, and her stomach did a flip-flop low down inside. Her pussy throbbed and she knew she was wet, probably wetter than she’d ever been in her life.
“Beautiful,” Nick agreed, hands still caressing her thighs, getting closer and closer to that place she ached to be touched. She shamelessly parted her legs and a wicked smile curved his mouth. He shoved the skirt of her dress up to reveal her panties and both men’s gazes dropped to between her legs. She closed her eyes against the scorching heat she saw in their eyes, and against the stabbing sensation in her pussy.
“Oh, Kaelin,” Nick said. “Holy hell. These are the prettiest panties I’ve ever seen.”
She couldn’t even remember what she’d put on that morning, and lifted her head to look at the black lace triangle with pink velvet bows on her hips. Mmm, yes, these were a nice pair. Nick covered the front of her panties with his hand and pressed there. He slid his fingers lower, between her legs, cupped her pussy and she throbbed into his palm.
“So hot. I can feel how wet you are.” Nick glanced at Tyler. “She’s really wet.”
Any other time, if they’d talked about her to each other in front of her like that, she’d have been annoyed, but at that moment it felt so hot, so powerful, to hear them, to know how much she was affecting them too. She felt beautiful. Desirable.
She studied their flushed cheeks and glittering eyes, let her gaze track down over their bodies gleaming with a faint sheen of perspiration. The temperature in the room had to be close to sauna-like, the way they were all burning up.
Like a dream, a fever dream, she let them slide her dress all the way down over her hips and off. Then Tyler refastened her arms to the headboard. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re not getting free that easy.”
She lay there before them in her bra and panties and they gazed down at her with hot eyes. Then Tyler sighed and slid his hands behind her back. ”This has to come off.”
Nick tugged her unfastened bra off, baring her to them. Her breasts felt full and lifted higher as she took a deep breath in, the tips hard and aching. She licked her lips and swallowed.
“Sweet Jesus,” Nick muttered. He closed his eyes briefly. “So pretty, Kaelin.”
“Oh yeah.” Taylor sat back to admire her too.
She’d never experienced anything like this. Well duh. Of course she hadn’t. But it was their slow and appreciative way of undressing her and touching her that she’d never experienced. Not that she had that much sexual experience. But most guys seemed to be in a big hurry to get her clothes off, grope her breasts, maybe give her nipples a little attention and then get inside her.
But not these two. They took their sweet time, drawing out every moment, every touch, every lingering look until need clawed inside her, consumed her, fiery heat torching her body, until she lay naked on the bed.
“Oh god,” she whimpered, moving her legs restlessly. Nick slid a hand up the inside of her knee, sending more sparks sizzling over her skin. “Oh my god.”
“Now,” Tyler said, his mouth carnal as he looked down at her. “Now we get to taste you.”
Her pussy spasmed in anticipation. She rolled her head on the pillow, relishing this moment of complete helplessness, of dark anticipation, of sweet surrender. She wanted to feel guilty about the pleasure, about the wickedness of it, but how could she, when all responsibility was taken away from her?