Learning to Drown (14 page)

My pussy flexed, the contraction deep
and moving. The fine hair along my body stood up and my skin tingled. I said
nothing. It was not my place. I prided myself on being a fast learner.

"I could tether you to the bed
like a girl balloon. Watch you while I took the paddle to your ass, fuck you
from behind and pull your hair and call you whore and slut and all the dirty
names I just bet you like."

Another contraction in my cunt,
echoing in my womb to the tune of his nearly cruel but soft words.

"And then as I came, I could cut
your ties and watch you float. What do you think?" His lips came down on
my shoulder, hot and full. Then his teeth nipped and I feared I would come
right then and there. Would that make him angry? I didn't know. A little sound
escaped me. I wanted to be right here, but I felt Lucas missing. Matthew made 
me feel an entirely different range of emotions than his brother, and yet I
still missed Lucas being there. The safety of his presence, even when he was
quiet. Even when he made me listen to Matthew.

"Climb up on the bed now. Cat got
your tongue? You had so much to say before."

I started to obey and he said,
"No, no hands and knees. Now about your quietude."

"I don't know what to say. I'm
scared of you."

He smiled then. Nodded like it made
all the sense in the world, most likely because it did. Would he ever hurt me
for real, probably not. Would he push me, maybe harder than Lucas? I'd bet my
bottom dollar on that one. I positioned myself on hands and knees and felt
suddenly like livestock. Matthew palmed my ass--soft, gentle drags of his hand
over my skin. "Nice marks. You're black and blue and pink and red. Some
purple too." Each color earned me a kiss on the ass until my eyes slid shut
and my back arched. I'd give anything to have him do that for the rest of the
night. Nice gentle kisses on my bare skin, fingers skating over my flesh. I
hummed low in my throat and gasped when his fingers slid into my pussy with a
soft liquid sigh. "Looks like the little girl is wetter than wet," he
laughed and pushed his fingers hard against my G-spot. I curled my toes to keep
from coming. I didn't know if I was allowed to yet.

Matthew took my hands and put them one
atop the other before binding them. He shoved his hands under the mattress,
coming up with red ties from underneath like a magician. "Put those sexy
little legs out."

The fear rose up then. It filled my
chest like black water and I coughed. Lucas inspired trust. Lucas moved and
talked and worked like a trustworthy man. Matthew inspired unease
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wariness.
What would he do when he had me bound? Would he leave me and get mean and cruel
like Damien had? I shook my head but stayed silent.

"Was that a no?"

I held my breath, praying he'd simply
move on. Praying that Lucas would show up and put an end to this or at least be
here to watch over me.

"Was. That. A. No?" He
leaned in and I could nearly count the flecks of blue in his dark whiskey eyes.

"No." I averted my eyes,
heart pounding. My hands worried at each other beneath the soft red bonds.

"No, it was not a no or no,
period?"

"No. I won't put my feet
out." I bit my tongue and refused to cry.

"Should I call my brother, then?
Do you need his word that big bad Matthew won't do you wrong?" He laughed
when he said 'do' and my body tensed up on the outside, went fluid on the
inside. Right then I could have easily begged him to fuck me. Push his fingers
into my mouth, bite me, fuck me until I cried and came and begged. I shook my
head. "Then put your feet out, September. Don't make me ask again."

I put my feet out.

"Good girl." There was that
fierce rush of pride again. I tried not to squirm or react as he circled  my
ankle with his big hand and just held me there. Then he tied my right ankle,
followed by my left ankle. Hands bound in front of me, ankles tethered to the
bed, I waited. "What shall I do with you?"

A million images flew through my mind.
Him fucking me, spanking me, caning me, even. Fucking my mouth, pulling my
hair, making me come. They rolled through my brain like rainwater down a
gutter. Gutter mind. Needy, little slutty whore. I blushed.

"Oh, she's thinking dirty things.
She's such a dirty girl." Matthew grinned. His phone chirped like some
small animal and he frowned. "What? I haven't even had a chance to do
anything to her yet!"

I tested my bonds and he pointed at
me, shook his head. I was to stay there and behave. I did so, trying to hear
what was being said. I knew it was Lucas. I could feel it. My chest and my cunt
and my heart all lit up with fire when he was near. I strained.

"How long? No way. No fucking
way! Hey, man..." Matthew broke off. Pacing and prowling like some big
caged wild thing. "Fuck you, Luke! No. Fuck you! I can do whatev
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"
And then he was staring at his phone like it was broken. His sharp dark jaw
clenching and unclenching with anger.

He threw the phone against the wall
and the back flew off with a metallic rattle. It hit the floor with a thud and
anxiety became my best friend. How would Lucas reach him now. How would he control
his lunatic brother and keep him from...what? And did I want him to? I shut my
eyes and waited

Matthew growled low in his throat and
tugged the foot of the bed until the mattress and box spring and me all came
sliding away from the light green wall. I yelped, unable to hold in with bound
hands. Matthew had moved the entire bed to the center of the room. The ties at
my feet grew tighter with the motion and Matthew mumbled to himself under his
breath, angry and clipped. He came to the head of the bed and smiled down at
me. The smile made me feel cold and panicky. It also made me feel like he was
about to take my control and that excited me. I tried to breathe and wasn't
sure I succeeded.

"Seems I am not allowed to fuck
you. Brother has some issues with that. I knew you were different. He's not
acting right." Matthew traced the line of my jaw, his touch soft and
soothing again. His fingertips slipped over  my lips and he pushed his fingers
to my tongue. "Suck them," he whispered. So I did.

I could taste soap on his skin and
something sweet like he'd unwrapped gum or candy recently. "Do you love my
brother, Ember?" I froze. The question was so unexpected it stunned me.
"Keep sucking." He stabbed my tongue with the tip of his finger to remind
me. I sucked.

I watched the front of his jeans grow
rigid with his hard-on. I listened to the ticks and pops of my body as it
warmed up like a car. The soft noise in my throat, the slide of my thighs over
the sheets because I had to move my pussy was so wet and ready. The creak of
the silk that tied my wrists. Outside a car engine rumbled, loud music went by,
a plane buzzed overhead. My eyes and ears and body were on high alert.

"Do you?" he asked again. He
pulled his finger free of my mouth and painted my lips with his wet fingers.
The button on his jeans made not a sound when he popped it. His zipper only the
barest of complaints. I watched, mesmerized, lips tingling. Did I love Lucas?
That was crazy.

"That's crazy," I said
softly. It sounded weak even to me. “We just met yesterday. Crazy,” I repeated.

"Is it? He's calling me to say I
can't fuck you. He won't tell me I can't play with you, but he won't let me
fuck you. You're looking around like you want him to come in like your knight
in shining armor and save you. If this were a Western, I'd be in the black hat
and Lucas would be in the white." Matthew pulled his cock free and slid it
along the still wet trail on my lips. Warm, steely velvet, that was the feel of
his cock on my mouth. I sighed. "That's fine. I don't mind being the bad
guy. Bad guys have bigger guns, don't they? And they cheat. So go on, Ember,
suck my gun." He smiled and pushed his cock into my mouth. I ran the flat
of my tongue along him and my cunt clenched up, begging to be fucked. "You
know what will drive him more ape shit that me fucking you?"

I shook my head but I knew that answer
and it sent a thrill through me. So dirty, so wrong, so much jealousy and angst
and anger. But I sucked harder, teasing the tip of him with my tongue so he
growled, pulled my hair, forcing a tear free finally. "Me fucking your
mouth. He'll want to kill me. And maybe you."

So I sucked harder and waited.

Chapter 16

I felt him before I saw him. Heard the
sound of his breathing from the doorway and his heavy boots on the hardwood
floor. "She's good, brother dear," Matthew said. He hadn't pulled my
hair yet, but he did. His fingers intertwining in my crazy windblown locks. He
tugged, pulling so that his cock stuffed my throat closed and tears pricked my
eyes. I struggled for air, hitched, arched my back. My eyes met Lucas's and his
smiled at me. There was a lot in that smile. Affection, pride, anger.

Matthew grunted but tugged my hair so
my head arched back further. "Your little cockslut likes to suck dick.
Were you aware?"

It was all a ploy to get Lucas angry.
To make him snap. Matthew was bigger and broader and in ways badder, but he was
trying to push his big brother's buttons. Lucas frowned but then grinned.
"I think my cock slut likes to do whatever I tell her. She's mine after
all. I hijacked her." He was talking to me now. To the dark fantasies that
lived inside my head. "I think she'd let me use her any way I want,
because she has. No. Choice." He accented the last two words by stepping
into the room.

The air felt thicker. Like lightning
boxed inside four walls and a roof. I ran my teeth down the length of Matthew's
cock and he sighed. "Fuck."

"Exactly. Now here is how it
goes, brother. I'm fucking her and she's sucking you and nobody comes until I
say go."

"You're not my Master,
Luke," Matthew said, but I felt the pull-back in his thrusts. He was
obeying his brother despite bluster and mouth. My pussy tightened, tightened
and I feared I would come just from being told I couldn't.

"Be a good girl for him, Ember.
Don't make him mad. He's rougher than me and not as good at aftercare."

"Fuck off," Matthew said,
but he pushed harder into my mouth, yanked my hair harder still.

I was so fucking wet, I couldn't stand
it. I pushed back with my hips, seeking nothing at all. Heat, air, Lucas. But
there he was in the doorway, watching me.

"Yank her head back,
Matthew," Lucas said. I felt a rush of warm fluid as my body lost its
capacity for my moisture. I moaned even as Matthew fucked my mouth harder. He
was angry, and every stroke of his cock spoke volumes.

"You don't get to Top me,
bro," Matthew whispered. Somehow the whisper was scarier than a scream.

"Do it or I take her back."
There was no doubt in me after hearing that tone who would win. Lucas was
giving Matthew a choice. Play by his rules or don't play at all. I spread my
legs as much as the ties allowed, opening myself to the cool air of the
bedroom. I was a void that needed to be filled. I wanted Lucas to see that or
feel it. To somehow deduce it from the sight and smell of me. In my head I
begged him to hear me.

His steps, despite the boots, were
soft. He moved like a predator and that sent a skitter of fear up my spine. I
heard the whisper of denim and the soft sounds of skin and then the bed bowed
even as Matthew tried to skewered me on his cock. I did my best to keep up and
the feeling of being a tool or a hole to fill had me tense, trying so hard to
not be needy. Lucas would come to me or he wouldn't. He would reward me or
punish me as he saw fit. And I would take it.

That was a freeing thought.

The bed bowed and sighed and he was
behind me. The warmth rolled off of him in waves. The strength a close second.
Lucas leaned over me, his tee tickling my bare back, his hard-on pressed to the
crack of my ass. He breathed in my ear. "You're a good little slut aren’t'
you? You've done what he said and he followed my orders?"

I could only nod and barely that.

"He didn't fuck you did he?"
Lucas's breath covered my ear and I shivered.

I shook my head no.

"No, I did not fuck your brand
new shiny loyal toy," Matthew said.

"Oh, you mock her but look how
bad it was for you. How you couldn't wait to get your hands on her. Or," I
felt the stare between brothers despite my close up view of Matthews cock and
hips and belly. "How you couldn’t wait to get your cock in her. Somewhere.
Anywhere."

"Shut up, Luke."

"Your weakness," Lucas said
softly. He ran the head of his dick along the wet slit of my pussy. I gasped,
inhaling the rigid flesh of his brother, choking, sputtering, crying long mascara
rivulets down my ace. I felt them running and my eyes burned from the ruined
makeup.

"I have no weakness."

"You
covet
Matthew.
Whatever I have, you want."

"And whatever you have you give
me. What does that say about you?" Matthew went slower still. His
movements more ragged of offbeat than before. He was holding on, trying not to
come. I didn't do anything. I wanted to play nice. I did not suck or run my
tongue along his length or any of the things I would normally do. I simply
stayed right where I was, mouth open, full of him. He smelled like soap and
warm man and a bit of rage.