Double Trouble (17 page)

She met Donnie’s shuttered gaze and frowned. “I know we've all changed, it’s been years since we were together. You went to grad school, I went to grad school, and Donnie went to law school, so there is that. But it just seems like something else changed with you, not that it’s bad,” she hurried to say when they remained quiet. “It’s different and I wondered about it.”

Donnie nodded slowly. “Yes, there have been some changes over the years.”Happy that she had it right, she met his pensive gaze. “Yeah? What?” She clasped her hands together and leaned forward.

Neither man spoke. Curious over the silence, her gaze swung to Blaine. His gaze captured hers and she wondered what made him so hesitant. Was it another woman? Did they have another family? Icy tendrils of dread slid down her spine and she leaned back in the chair, suddenly not wanting to know.

“That’s okay, not my business.”

Blaine glanced at Donnie and then smiled at her. “Yes, it is your business. I was trying to find the words to explain but it’s simpler to just say it straight out. Donnie and I have been living an alternative lifestyle.”

Frowning at the strange explanation, she asked a question. “Alternative? What do you mean by that?”

“Dominants in BDSM, are you familiar with that?” Blaine asked.

Her eyes widened as heat flooded to her face and neck. She was sure her mouth opened and snapped shut, but the shock of what he said kept her from being certain.

“I see you’ve heard of it at least,” Donnie said, drawing her attention.

Unable to formulate a sentence, she nodded.

“Based on your response, I’m going to assume most of what you know is probably wrong. We’re not sadists.”

“Sadists?” she asked as the shock wore off. “People who get off on giving other people pain?”

Donnie nodded. “That’s an acceptable short definition.”

“So you don’t beat people?”

“I didn’t say that,” Donnie said quickly. “I am Dominant, a Top. There are others who are submissives or bottoms. When we come together we are comfortable being who we are.”

“Huh? Tops and bottoms? You get together with women who let you be on top?” Butterflies filled her stomach as she asked the question.

Blaine shook his head. “You’re thinking sex, not all BDSM relationships involve sex. Some people in the lifestyle crave being controlled or having someone else in their life tell them what to do. Likewise, there are other people who crave controlling others and telling them what to do. What Donnie was saying when those people get together, they form relationships based on that dynamic, in those roles.”

She eyed Donnie and then Blaine for a second, processing what they said. “Bring it down to you. Tell me what you’ve been doing. How you live BDSM.”

Donnie nodded. “We have submissives who live in our home, they serve us.”

The word
serve
had her seeing red. She unclenched her jaw. “Serve? How do they serve you?”

Blaine shrugged. “Cook, clean, take care of the yard, some secretarial work, that kind of thing. We don’t have sex with our subs, it’s not necessary.”

“Plus it could become messy,” Donnie added.

It didn’t make sense, if she lived with them she’d demand they sexed her on the regular. “Why isn’t it necessary to have sex with them?” She crossed her legs to ease the throbbing that returned with a vengeance once the topic of sex came up.

“Like Blaine said, not everyone needs that in a D/s relationship. We only allow subs who required domination from us to live in our home. Now that doesn’t mean they don’t get sexual release, they do.”

She nodded, slowly understanding. “Just not from you. You tell them how to get off in other ways.”

Blaine shrugged. “Orgasms are rewards not given lightly. They expect to work hard to gain permission for their sexual release. We set the goalposts, they all know the rules and the consequences of breaking them.” He paused as he met her gaze. “We don’t have to have sex with them to dominate them, although we control their sex.”

Belinda licked her dry lips as his voice deepened at the end of his sentence. The fire in his gaze lit her core like dry tender. Her dress scratched her heated flesh. Her nipples hurt as they pressed against the fabric. She uncrossed her legs and then crossed them again as her mind filled in the blanks.

“Do you… do you spank them?” The thought of lying across either man’s lap again had her heart racing.

“Yes, sometimes,” Donnie said, drawing her gaze as he leaned forward.

“You have men submissives? Or just women?”

“Both.”

She waited for Donnie to elaborate but he didn’t. “Have you ever had sex with a man?” she whispered.

“No, just women, but not anyone who serves me,” Donnie said, smiling at her.

“You beat them with whips and paddles? Hang them from the ceilings?” she asked, feeling more comfortable now that she knew they weren’t having sex with the women or men.

Donnie laughed.

Blaine chuckled. “Beat them? We have a couple of masochists who serve us, so yes, we give them what they need and that’s pain. But the others are not into pain, so no, we don’t beat them or hang them from the ceiling. This only works with everyone having their needs met. Our need to dominate is met when they submit, and their needs to submit are met when we dominate. Beyond that it’s a vanilla relationship.”

Since the only relationships she’d ever had were vanilla, his comment confused her. “Huh?”

Blaine nodded. “We talk, I discover what they need beyond the submission and provide it, they discover what I need, like a vanilla relationship, right?”

“Hmmm, okay I guess. Just hadn’t seen it in that light. I guess because they live with you.” She paused. “You take care of them. They don’t have outside jobs?”

“They can, but they don’t have to. We provide room and board in exchange for them taking care of the house and whatever jobs we give them,” Donnie said, standing and walking toward her. He extended his hand and she took it knowing he was going to pull her up. What surprised her was when he turned her so that her back rested against his front. His warmth seeped inside her skin and she dropped her head against his shoulder.

“Ask the question you really want to ask, Lindy,” he whispered against her ear. “What do you really want to know?” His large hand eased up and down her arm, sending goosebumps across her flesh.

She opened her mouth and then closed it as Blaine stood in front of her.

“What do you want to know, Lindy? We promise to answer any questions you have.” Blaine took a step closer, his jeans touched her thigh and she shivered in anticipation. She was going to do it.

“Have both of you ever had… you know...”

Blaine smiled as he shook his head. “No, I don’t know. What are you asking us?” Donnie’s hand moved in a slow circular motion across her stomach, driving her lust meter higher.

“You ever had sex with the same woman at the same time?” she said quickly as Donnie’s other hand cupped her breast and flicked her nipple.

“We’ve practiced a couple of things together a few times, but we’ve only been attracted to the same woman once, so this will be different.”

Her head jerked up and she met his gaze. “Different? How?”

He offered her a lopsided grin. “We both love you and that makes everything different.” He tipped up her chin and covered her mouth. More than ready for him, she deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue alongside his.

“Mmmm,” she purred as he repositioned his mouth, taking full control. Leaning forward, she wound her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“So damn sweet,” he gasped as they broke for air. “I missed you so much, baby, so much.”

“I missed you too, Blaine.” She leaned back, feeling Donnie’s hard chest. “God, I missed you too, Donnie. Both of you. I don’t understand why…but I want you both.” Her eyes flew open as she realized what she said. Not that she hadn’t said she loved them, she had. But never together.

Blaine’s fingertip trailed down the side of her face as he stared into her eyes. “The love we have is rare, Lindy. Few people still love each other this way after so many years have passed.”

She bit his thumb as it ran across her lips. “I know and that scares me. How can I be with both of you? You’re brothers, this isn’t a paranormal romance, this is real life and people just don’t love two men.”

“No, this is our lives. It started seventeen years ago and the ending hasn’t been written yet. That’s because we make our own endings, no one else. Just us, Lindy,” Donnie said fiercely next to her ear. “We have kids, we’re a family.”

“You never married, why?” Blaine asked softly.

Because no one ever came close to touching my heart the way you did
. “School, work, and raising the boys took up all my time.”

Blaine nodded even though he smirked at her answer. “Same here.”

“Same here,” Donnie said, chuckling.

“Seriously I was swamped with school and work.”

Blaine threw his hand up. “Okay, if you say so.”

“That’s sixteen years of being too busy everyday to have a social life,” Donnie said softly. “That’s pretty busy.”

She cringed at his words and understood their mockery. She could’ve had a relationship if she'd wanted one, but she hadn’t. Every man she’d met fell short.

“I never got over you, and no one ever came close to you,” Blaine said soberly. “That’s why I never married.”

“Every woman I met missed the mark, she wasn’t you. It was better to stay single than settle,” Donnie said. “That’s why I’m still single.”

The words saying what they had burned her tongue, but she couldn’t utter a one. Instead, she closed her eyes, leaning against Donnie as the silence stretched.

“Do you want us to leave you alone?” Donnie asked.

Her eyes flew open as panic swamped her. “No.” she said before she could think of the ramifications. “I just don’t know how this can work.”

Donnie wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. “Let us handle the details. The only thing we want to know right now is do you want us? Both of us?”

She nodded without hesitation, she had always wanted them.

“Okay,” he whispered as his palms cupped her breasts.

Her breath hitched at the heady feeling when he tugged on her nipples.

“I'm going to blindfold you,” Blaine said softly.

Her eyes flew open as he brought the cloth to her face. Every place on her body tingled with this turn of events. She leaned forward, allowing him to put on the blindfold while wondering how she could experience a spanking over his knee.
Stop it
, she admonished herself as her world darkened.

Strong arms lifted and carried her as she laid her head against his chest, not particularly concerned where he took her. It came as no surprise when she was laid on a soft mattress or when her clothes were removed a few moments later. She yelped in surprise when her arms were stretched wide and secured with something soft yet strong.

“Shhhh.” A firm finger touched her lips. “We’ve got you. Lay back and enjoy as your men love you,” Donnie said in a husky voice that sent shivers down her spine.

“I can hardly move,” she said, testing her bonds. Excitement coursed through her at the idea of being totally under their control. Knowing they loved her and intended to please her stopped her movements.

“Is it too tight?” Blaine asked.

“No.” she said, feeling giddy. Her nipples tightened as her heart raced in anticipation. Light instrumental jazz, heavy on horns, filled the air. The bed dipped near her feet and again near her head. Warm hands picked up one foot, massaging it while another pair of hands massaged her scalp and neck.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as her tension melted away under their hands. “You’ve learned a lot in a few years. I don’t remember either of you being this good before.”

“Mmm hmm, we’ve got a few more things we've learned to show you,” Donnie said in a low voice that sent chills through her.

After clearing her throat, she tried to ask him what they planned to do, but moaned instead when a tongue slid across her pussy and camped there. The dual assault to her breast and between her legs was swift and robbed her of thought. Lips blazed a trail of fire down her neck and across her breasts, before sucking hard on her nipples. Her breath hitched as she savored the sensations zipping from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. Immeasurable pleasure overwhelmed her entire body as her breast was squeezed, nipples sucked, large fingers invaded her pussy, and her clit was sucked, all at the same time.

“Donnie?” she yelled.

“Mmhmm.” His tongue dipped inside her pussy and she pulled against her bindings trying to reach his head. He licked upwards and sucked her clit into his mouth and then grazed the tiny bundle of nerves lightly with his teeth before his tongue played with the nub fast and hard. She tried without success to slide away from the torturous pleasure but was held in place by Donnie and Blaine.

Glad for her blindfold because she could imagine how she looked bucking and thrashing on the bed as they continued their sexual assault. Grunts and moans filled the air as her body became an instrument that her twin lovers played masterfully. Incapable of thought her entire being throbbed in unison as she rose higher on a euphoric plane.