Twist (Siren Publishing Allure) (27 page)

“I presume that you and Enar used this?”

“Actually, we never did. I bought it about a month and a half ago. By the time we got it set up, he was too tired to try it. We never tried again.”

He nodded and sat down on the lounger, lying back with his hands under his head. “All yours.”

Lana climbed over him, using her arms and her good leg to take the pressure off her knee. She held the straps tightly and lowered herself into the right position before shifting the strap under her butt. She used her hand to position Rolf’s dick and then slowly took the weight off her feet. Her pussy had tightened and wasn’t quite as ready to accept his presence. The feel of his huge dick again seemed overwhelming. She hesitated, and he watched her for a moment and then grabbed her ankles, lifting them into the air. Lana sank onto him, unable to do anything but bounce the bungee, which only verified how stuffed she was. Rolf inhaled through his clenched teeth. “Oh fuck. You are killing me with that tight twat, woman.”

Lana groaned loudly, her face contorted in a grimace. Her voice was raspy. “Then let my feet go.”

He shook his head and then swung her to the right. “Keep your feet up. I saw this in a porn flick. They put the woman in a cage with a hole in the bottom. The man lies beneath her and the cage is lowered onto him. Same principle, and it feels fantastic.”

Lana pulled the straps on her legs, adjusting her thighs upward slightly. She tugged the raised, removable support that Enar had always strapped her leg into from the lounger, to get it out of her way and set it to the floor. She did the same to the opposite one and then grinned down at him. Rolf lifted his hips, and she whimpered, her mouth open as she tried to escape his dick. There was nowhere to go, save for the tiny bit of play in the bungee, which only served to bounce her back down over his girth. “Who is killing who? You’re the one with the large dick.”

“Am I really hurting you?”

Shrugging, she stuck her tongue through her teeth. “No. It’s just a shock when I feel how filled my pussy is.”

“You have no clue how filled you can become.”

Her eyes went wide as she glared at him. “Please don’t tell me that you have a fisting fetish.”

“Why, do you?”

“I know of the act. Never had it done.”

He held up his first finger of his right hand, making a tight ring with his left using his middle finger and thumb. He inserted his finger into the circle, flexing and shifting it as he added a second, turning them slowly and suggestively before adding a third, the ring he made with his left hand expanding as he slowly twisted his right hand and squeezed his pinky into the space. Flexing his thumb in the air as if stroking an invisible clit, he slid his thumb down and worked it into the widening opening, slowly pushing his fist in after it. Lana shifted her hips, the visual sight making her oddly hot and uncomfortable. “That’s…umm…much larger than your dick.”

“Yes. Was the sight of that arousing? Don’t even bother to lie to me, because you are so soggy I swear it is gonna drip down my leg if I move.”

She lowered her head, trying to hide behind her hair as she snickered. Her face was magenta, her cheeks feeling as if they were on fire.

“Well?” he asked impatiently.

“I…umm…” She started to laugh, unable to stop herself. Her body was betraying her embarrassment and she could only shrug helplessly.

“I love when you laugh. Do you have any idea how red your face is? Yes, I know how it’s done. It’s not a fetish per se, but the display was well worth your reaction. Some other time.” He grabbed her ankles, sitting up slightly to turn her to the side. Lana’s laughter instantly faded, her mouth open as she gasped.

“Can you keep your legs straight?”

“I think so.”

Rolf gave her a shove, leaning forward and increasing her spin with her hips. She made a complete rotation, the swing keeping her at the perfect height as her suspended legs drifted over his, the bungee twisting and then untwisting to spin her back around. She grabbed the cord, her nails digging into the cloth-covered surface as she froze. The muscles of her pussy were stretched oddly, his twisting dick causing her to spasm around him.

Rolf stopped her, dropping back to the lounger and gritting his teeth. “Shit!” he grunted, sucking in a long drink of air. “Damn, that’s hot.”

He spun her lightly, her body doing a half circle before she turned back toward him. He stopped her again, holding her ankles as he began to laugh. Lana glared at him, and he shook his head. “You have me thinking shit now.”

“Like what?”

“Disco ball.”

“Huh?” Lana asked, laughing and then jumping as he bounced her body, a violent bolt of pleasure ripped through her. She suddenly didn’t care why he was laughing and she dropped her feet, bouncing the swing. Her pussy was filled and then released, a throb of aching torture clamping her vacant muscles together. She slid back over him, keeping just the tip of his cock in play to grind against her G-spot as she bounced. Rolf sat up, grabbing her hips and forcing her downward. He nipped at her breasts and then drove his hands into her hair, dragging her to his lips as he twisted her hips from side to side. Lana inhaled sharply, her pussy tightening and then freezing for what seemed like an eternity, the ache so tangible it bordered on pain. Every inch of her body froze, going taut, and then her pussy began to pound around him. Shivers spiked through her, the feel of his dick magnificent inside her, her mind drifting into the floating feel of euphoria as she crashed around his blazing cock.

Rolf grunted, leaning back as he growled. He captured her face in his hands. “Breathe, Lana!”

She took in a shattered breath and then began to pant as she fell forward into him, her arms draped heavily over his shoulders. He was still within her, hard and pulsing.

In a breathless voice, she whispered, “What does ‘disco ball’ mean?”

“That’s what your cunt felt like, that spinning, pulsing thing that a multicolored disco ball light does.”

“Oh. So I’m a teddy bear with a disco ball in my hand?”

“Soft, cuddly, stuffed teddy bear, maybe. But the disco ball was not suspended from your hand.”

Rolf grabbed the straps of the open vest that supported her back and began to bounce the swing. Lana stared at him, blinking in stunned silence. “I already told you, as long as we keep playing, my cock will keep being hard. I’ve waited for this, and I intend to make up for lost time.” Lana was stunned, but the concept left her shivering with anticipation and wondering how long he could actually continue.

Lee knocked on the bedroom door. “Are you two gonna get up? You are lucky I came over. It’s almost eleven. You left the door to the dungeon wide open.”

Lana groaned in pain, opening one eye to look at him. Rolf grunted and sat up, immediately lying back down. “Oww.”

“Ditto.”

He leaned over and kissed her. “It was worth it!”

“Don’t make me laugh. It hurts. I think nine was not a lucky number.”

He chuckled, sitting up and grunting as he climbed from the bed. “Sit tight and I’ll get us some ice.”

He pulled his bathrobe on, still laughing as he walked by Lee and received a questioning look. Lee walked into the bedroom. “Your knee looks better. Are you still in a lot of pain?”

Lana tugged the sheet over her body. “It’s not my knee that hurts. We didn’t make it to bed until maybe an hour ago. Your brother has a really fucked-up defect.”

“I’ve never exactly heard it called a defect before,” said Rolf from the doorway. He went into the bathroom, grabbing two towels and a washcloth. He wrapped one around her knee with the ice pack and set a glass filled with ice and water on the table. Rolf then turned to Lee. “Would you mind getting out for a few minutes?”

Lee frowned and with a shrug walked out, shutting the door. Rolf lifted Lana’s body, making her wince in pain as he stuck the folded towel under her ass. He smiled. “Lift your leg and brace yourself.”

She did as he instructed, whining as he slowly inserted the frozen dildo into her sore pussy. Lana groaned. “I know that is going to help, but right now it sucks.”

“I found the mold for the dick-shaped ice dildo in the back of the freezer the other day and almost fell over laughing. I presume it was part of one of my brother’s tortures?”

“Yeah. Under the lounger is a large tub with a shower massage and a tube with small holes in it. He loved to blindfold me and torment me with the water. The ice is a shocker after you have been pumped full of warmth. Right now, it actually feels good.”

Rolf soaked a washcloth in the ice water and wrapped it around his penis. “I sympathize. My poor cock is fucking raw. Damn, last night was great. I don’t usually stay hard that long. See what you do to me?”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“At the moment, not too hot, but I wouldn’t change a thing about last night. I have dreamed of being with you forever, and reality was better. I have always loved sex, but it takes on new meaning now.”

He cooled the washcloth back off, reapplying it. Lana saw a dark shift in his energetic expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Just a stupid thought.”

“A stupid thought that drained all the energy out of your smile. Talk to me.”

“The thought was that you were probably exactly the same with Enar. Stupid jealousy.”

“Enar didn’t have your particular anomaly and he also didn’t have your energy. Sex with him was amazing for about the first four or five months. Then it got toned down until he became too tired to try anymore. You get credit for not only being amazing but for giving me a world-record number of climaxes and leaving me sore as hell this morning. Sex with you is different. You move different, you feel different, not only because your dick is bigger, but somehow your touch is not the same, your kisses are…” She shrugged, holding out her hands helplessly. “Different. You have nothing to be jealous of.”

“Thank you. I don’t know about the world record though. We’ll have to look that one up and go after it some other night.”

Lana smiled, shaking her head. She heard the doorbell chime and groaned. “Do we really have to get up?”

“Stay in bed. I’ll go.”

He cinched his bathrobe tighter, cuffing her nose with his finger before rising and walking from the room. She heard the sounds of people talking and then grimaced as the last of the ice melted, the cold water coursing down the crack of her ass as she sat up. Lana removed the ice pack from her knee and shifted to the edge of the bed to see if she could put any pressure on it. The activities of the night before hadn’t been kind to the bruised joint and she was surprised by the lack of complaint as she stood. Limping slightly, she grabbed her robe and slid it on, zipping it up the front. She picked up the multicolored washcloth from the night before and rinsed it out, hanging it with the wet towel in the bathroom. Rolf walked in as she was walking out. “You are supposed to be resting your knee.”

“I’m hungry and my knee feels better than my kitty.”

He chuckled. “Your kitty?”

“Pet name. I don’t know where Lee is, and considering that he might be in earshot, it sounds better than some of the alternatives.”

He leaned and whispered in her ear, “I think ‘pussy’ or ‘twat’ sound better. I never created a pet name for that part of my anatomy. If anything, I prefer the word ‘cock.’ Although I cracked up with your comment about my saber last night.”

She started to laugh. “It was true. Your dick was big and stiff and you were strutting down the hall as if it was perfectly normal.”

“Why, what is abnormal about it? Damn it. You have been insulting my poor saber all morning.”

“I have not.”

He walked closer, staring pointedly down at her. “You called it a defect, an anomaly, and now it’s abnormal.” Rolf grabbed her and began to tickle her.

Lana tried to wiggle out of his arms, screeching, “I was not insulting it. I love your saber. I was just trying to figure out what to say without telling Lee that you can keep your dick hard all night. Stop! You are gonna hurt my knee.” He released her, and she slid to the floor, looking through his legs and seeing Lee in the doorway. The expression of dismay on his face was comical.

“He has a defect that allows his dick to stay hard all night?” asked Lee.

Rolf spun, laughing and nodding. “Yeah. I discussed it with my doctor and he told me not to worry about it. Actually he told me to relax and let my girlfriend enjoy it. Lana did.”

Lee groaned, spinning and disappearing down the hall. Rolf tugged Lana to her feet, hugging her. “Is your knee okay?”

“It feels a lot better.”

“Good, because your surprise was just delivered.”

“What surprise?”

“It was something that you mentioned to Enar that you wanted. He asked me to get it because he had been unable to do so. It was something else that I did the other day after I took Lee to the doctor’s office.”

Lana shrugged, and he gestured for her to walk past him. Lana knew that he was testing her ability to walk and made a point to ignore the pain and move normally. She headed into the living room, looking around but not seeing anything. She turned to Rolf. “Well, where is it?”

“It is outside.” He swept her into his arms and carried her out the front door.

Lana’s mouth opened as she inhaled sharply in delight. “Oh shit. It’s mine?”

“Yeah. Did we do good?”

“It’s beautiful. I love the water droplets flowing down the tank. How did you get it custom painted in three days?”

“It’s nice to have money.”

He walked over, setting her on the seat and handing her the key. Lana started the motorcycle, bouncing with excitement. She checked out the dashboard, adjusted the mirrors, and revved the engine. “Can I take it for a ride?”

“It’s yours, just remember you are still in your bathrobe.”

“I’m just gonna take it down the driveway. Thank you. It’s perfect. I had totally forgotten that I told Enar that I wanted a Can-Am Spyder. I love it!”

She popped it into gear and turned the bike, rolling it down the driveway. She got a feel for how it would handle, and when she returned, she spun it into a spot near the house. Lana shut the bike down, limping slightly as she hurried across the driveway and leapt into Rolf’s arms. “That was amazing.”