19And this marks the beginning of what I hope shall be a long, LONG series of chapters :) I hope you enjoy the first installment, and please bear in mind the M-rating. WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT.
Considering that this whole series is based on Nine Inch Nails, you really should listen to the songs the chapters are written about. For this chapter, listen to:
Meet Your Master - Nine Inch Nails
I hope you enjoy :)
~ Meet Your Master ~
"...Bow down in position, against the polished steel.
This is something different.
You'll like the way this feels..."
His hand's pressure on my back was hardly gentle as he forced me down, splaying my torso out upon the cold, stainless steel surface of the kitchen island. And I had to remind myself...
You want this.
I was frightened. Of course I was frightened. How could I not be? Here he was, all six-feet-four-inches, looming darkly over me, about to take what he deserved. But it was all on me. I'd been the one baiting him for weeks.
And of course, I couldn't let myself forget about the other shadow in the room, hesitating in the doorway. I'd been teasing him, too...
Still, I hadn't decided whether he was going to watch or take part. He'd always been the quiet one in the family, and he seemed rooted to his spot, a streak of light from the streetlamp outside the only luminance to his face.
The massive body behind me tore a stitch at the bottom of my pencil skirt, and then proceeded to yank at it, ripping the article from hem to hem so that it pooled uselessly around my ankles.
I sucked in a sharp breath.
"Mom won't be happy," said the one in the doorway quietly.
"Fuck mom," his brother growled in my ear, leaning down and brushing something against my cheek. A strip of cloth. One he swiftly laced over my eyes and tied at the back.
I was blind.
"You're marrying her sister..."
"You think I need to be reminded of that?" He pounded his fist on the island beside me, and I jerked in surprise.
"I'm just saying."
"You've seen her. Every morning she's been coming down in those tight little shorts. Wiggling her ass when she makes the coffee..." and he slapped my rear for good measure, reminding me of my sins.
"I know."
"Come on then, little brother. Just understand that I'm taking what's mine before I explode at my own wedding."
"I know."
"I'm not selfish, though. You want her, too..."
"I know."
"Then come here."
He leaned down toward my ear again as the younger brother's footsteps approached, whispering deftly, "You'll do as you're told."
"Yes..." I breathed, my voice quivering as his large, rough hands ran up beneath the linen of my shirt, caressing my naked spine.
"Yes, what?"
I hesitated.
"We own you right now, gorgeous. For tonight, if only tonight, we're you're masters. So I'll ask you again-yes, what?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good girl." His touch moved around to my front, reaching beneath me to scrape his fingernails over the lacy material of my brassiere. He abruptly yanked it down, freeing my breasts. "Touch her," he told his brother.
For a moment, nothing happened. Silence echoed through the small kitchen, and it was almost possible to hear my sister stir in her bed through the ceiling above us. Directly above us.
My breathing hitched, though, when a gentle, barely-there fingertip ghosted across my heaving bosom, shy in its demeanor, but still touching one of the most intimate parts of me. I'd always known there was something more to the quiet one...
I answered the touch with a soft moan.
"Do it again," his brother commanded.
Another long pause.
And then two fingers brushed across my skin.
"Come on-I know you've got more than that." His hand came down on top of his sibling's, pressing on it and making it squeeze me. The younger brother groaned suddenly, and so delicious was the sound, accompanied by the touch of the both of them, that I answered with an even louder whimper.
"Shh..." the eldest breathed down my neck, pressing a finger to my lips to hush me. "You shouldn't wake your sister."
"Yes, Master."
His hand remained atop his brother's, and they kneaded my breasts softly together, adding second hands when they felt it was necessary.
Then he said, "Kiss her..." and the youngest complied.
I couldn't see his approach, which perhaps made the apprehension all the sweeter, but his lips were smooth and moist when they met mine. I opened up immediately for him, wanting desperately to taste the mysteriously elusive younger brother.
He gasped at my forwardness-strange, considering the situation-but then, after a moment's contemplation, timidly slipped his tongue into my mouth. I sighed in pleasure, wrapping my lips around the tender muscle and sucking on it.
He shifted uncomfortably.
"She making you hard?" the eldest asked.
And he surprised me by nodding through the kiss, his hand cautiously returning to my collarbone, and then dipping to caress my breasts again. He fondled me like a shy lover-gentle and slow-and I loved every second of it.
Behind me, I could hear his brother undoing his belt...and my legs rubbed together, excited by the anticipation.
"Kiss her harder," he demanded gruffly.
"Please..." I added in a low tone, one that only the youngest could hear. And he surprised me yet again.
A shocking amount of passion and enthusiasm was administered to our tender exchange when he removed his hands from my breasts to grip either side of my face and force his tongue deep into my mouth.
He licked at my throat, probing at my gag reflex like he was trying to trigger it-and damn, but that turned me on.
He continued to push deeper and deeper into my mouth, almost as if he was...
He was.
He was fucking me with his tongue.
And that mixed with the sound of his brother beating off behind me forced another groan from my throat.
When my mouth opened wider to compensate for it, the youngest took advantage and pushed the farthest yet.
And I gagged helplessly into his mouth.
He moaned-the most lustful, desiring moan I'd ever heard from a man. God, he was just full of surprises, wasn't he?
Gagging turned him on.
And, strangely, it wasn't disgusting...
It was intriguing.
Eventually, the eldest yanked me back from him, and by that point, I was gasping for breath. I could hear the younger brother's labored breathing as well, and our sounds melded into one odd, sexual harmony.
His brother pulled me away from the island, holding me against his chest so that I could feel his bare erection against the small of my back.
"Step in front of her," he told the youngest, and by the sound of it, he did as he was told.
Just like me.
"Sit on the table."
The quiet one silently hefted himself up onto the island's edge.
"Undo your pants."
He waited a moment as his brother did so, and then I was suddenly pushed forward again, pressed into the space between the younger brother's legs.
The eldest's lips were at my ear once more, whispering, "I want you to take care of my baby brother. Suck him off. Give him the best head he's ever had."
I swallowed.
"Yes, Master."
"Good girl," he rewarded again, pressing a kiss to my neck which slowly turned to a licking. Licking and biting and sucking.
Then he nudged me forward, reminding me of my task.
I grasped blindly for a moment, searching for the younger's belt buckle, and then his warm hand enveloped mine, gently guiding me to it.
And I was shocked to find his thick, hot member already unleashed, greeting my hand without any form of warning.
I gasped.
Long...so very long and thick. Tremulously sliding my hand up his length, I marveled at his grandeur.
"Take him in your mouth," the eldest whispered.
And I could wait no longer.
I took one languid lick of his crown, moaning at the sweet, yet salty taste of his pre-cum, and then plunged down over him.
His hips jerked, hands shooting out to tangle in my hair and draw me closer.
I swirled my tongue around his base, teasing his balls with my fingers before pressing on them and sucking hard.
"Oh, god..." he gasped out.
Encouraged, I forced him deeper than I could probably take, and in result, gagged-knowing it was just what he wanted.
"Fuck! Oh, god..."
"Shh..." his brother hissed, and I could sense him moving behind me, but I was unsure what he was doing.
Paying no heed, the youngest started to thrust his hips in time with my ministrations, finding yet another miraculous way to fuck my mouth.
Molten hot liquid pooled in my underwear.
"Well done, little brother," the eldest remarked instantly. "She's wet for you."
My cheeks flamed with embarrassment, but I forced myself to keep on, splaying my hands out upon the quiet brother's strong torso.
He was as big, if only slightly leaner, than his older brother, and it pleased me immensely to run my fingers over the clothed muscle.
But while I was so focused on the youngest, the eldest had other plans-and before I could even suspect what he was doing, he'd yanked down my underwear and plunged deep into me from behind.
My scream was muffled only by the ten inches of unadulterated cock in my mouth, and my hands shot out to brace myself against the island's edge.
God, I felt so full...
And so incredibly dirty, taking two men at once.
Not to mention, brothers...
It was like some kind of hot, unrealistic wet dream a girl has in high school-having two freakishly handsome siblings tend to her...make love to her...
But were they making love to me, or were they fucking me?
Something deep within made me ache for the former.
Then again, it was strange to be saying "they" at all.
The eldest did this sort of mind-bending, corkscrew type thing inside of me, effectively cutting off my thought process, and my breathing turned to a steady pant around the youngest's cock.
The eldest must've felt my walls tighten around him, because he ground out, "Come in her mouth while she comes for me..."
But the younger suddenly spluttered a, "No!" and wrenched himself out of my mouth. "I want to do it...I want her to...I want..."
By the sound of it, the eldest quirked a brow, "You want her to what?"
He waited for his breathing to steady slightly before answering. "I want her to come for me."
My heart skipped a beat.
His brother laughed, "Since when did you become so greedy?"
The retort was quick. "Since I grew up with you."
A long silence ensued, and for a moment, I wondered whether they'd stop to fight each other. But no...that would just be ridiculous.
They seemed to come to an agreement.
"Good on you, then," said the eldest, still inside me. "Just let me finish and she's all yours." And before I knew it, he was pumping into me again, quickly and delectably, hitting all the right places with each surge.
I gasped and whimpered, forced to lean forward again from the power of it. The youngest seemed to have tucked himself into his pants again, because when my head rested on his lap, I felt nothing but the smooth fabric of his slacks.
He groaned as I nuzzled him through the material with my forehead, threading his fingers into my hair again and petting me gently.
I could feel the eldest's pace increase.
Then he reeled forward, burying his face in my shoulder to muffle his shout of ecstasy, hot jets of his seed filling me-god, there was so much, it overflowed, spilling down over my thighs.
He sighed deeply, warm breath tickling my skin, and slowly pulled out.
"Don't leave her waiting," he said, slightly breathless as he moved out from behind me. His tone was always so condescending.
And the youngest finally seemed to react. "For god's sake, I know how to fuck a woman," he growled, and I was suddenly in his arms, supported beneath the rear as he tugged me onto his lap.
My heart was beating frantically now, anticipating the feel of him inside me with eagerness.
He flipped us over, laying me out flat on the stainless steel and crawling up over me. I badly wanted to see-wanted to rip off the fucking blindfold-but this was my punishment...for tormenting the two of them during their visit.
So I went for the next best thing.
Reaching out, I grasped for his shirt, hands settling on the top button near the collar, and I began to desperately tug at them, wanting it off so I could feel him in the flesh.
He helped me.
And my palms were finally free to brush across the smooth, angelic planes of his chest.
He was so warm...so soft. I could fall asleep on a man like this...could nestle my head into his neck and wrap my arms around him and never let go.
And at just the right moment, he leaned down to whisper against my earlobe, "I also know how to make love to a woman."
I shivered, waves of pleasure fanning out across my body-tsunamis. He took my earlobe into his mouth and dragged his teeth down it.
"Please..." I suddenly begged. "Please, Master...please."
There was a long pause. And then he breathed, "Okay."
I heard his zipper drop, but had no time to focus on it. Next second, he was inside, a swift, smooth entry.
A little, tortured shriek ripped from my throat at his size, and he was quick to press his hand over my mouth.
Throughout the first few thrusts, he was silent, listening to my sister roll over in bed above us. But when she settled down again, he began to move vigorously...passionately. In and out, in and out...
This desperate little pant started at the back of my throat, and soon, with every thrust of his cock, I blurted out his name, accompanied by several, "oh, yes!'s" and "faster's" and "harder's" and of course that wonderful age-old phrase "please."
Laying flat suddenly wasn't enough for us.
Belting his arms beneath me, he whipped me up into his arms so that I straddled his lap. His shaft sunk deeper as a result, and I buried my face in his shoulder to cry out.
He rocked me against him endlessly, swaying like a ship caught in a tempest, and at some point during the ride our lips met again, greeting one another as old friends.
I didn't even hear his brother come up behind us, but I sure as hell felt him press his warmth against my back, knees cradling my hips as his hands wound around me to stroke my straining nipples.
I gasped into the youngest's mouth.
His brother started to run his tongue up the extent of my spine, keeping me balanced and supported as I was pumped into oblivion.
And then both pairs of lips left me for a moment, and I was confused.
That is, until I heard the soft, wet sucking sounds beside my right ear.
Sweet mother of god...
They were kissing.
No, not just kissing. They were making out. Brothers! Two brothers were making out not an inch from my face.
And the open display of incest shouldn't have turned me on as much as it did. Perhaps they didn't even know they were doing it-just lost in the throws of the moment.
Regardless, it wasn't long before I started to feel lonesome.
Listening carefully, I inclined my head in the direction of those delicious suckling noises and pressed my lips where I thought they should go.
I was not wrong.
My mouth met the corner of each of theirs, and before long, we'd formed a strange sort of three-way kiss. With my tongue in the eldest's mouth and his teeth around his brother's lower lip and his brother's tongue tracing my gums...god, it was like a maze.
A sexy as hell maze, at that.
My hand found the eldest's still-raging hardness, and I began to stroke it in time with the youngest's thrusts.
But when it came to self-control, you'd think the eldest had the most of it within this group. Turns out, you'd be wrong.
Because when our peaks arrived simultaneously, and we were all subjected to that glorious rapture, the eldest's roar was by far the loudest...
And it definitely woke my sister.
A blind moment of panic ensued as we listened to the sounds of her getting out of bed...and then the sounds of her coming down the stairs.
Disentangling ourselves and fumbling off the island, we met the ground with weak knees, still dazed from our recent orgasms. We whispered curses, and once I'd ripped off the damn blindfold, we searched desperately for a place to hide.
The youngest reacted just in time, yanking his brother and I down behind the island and pressing us all close together.
A second later, my sister entered the kitchen.
I knew there was too much evidence. Too many articles of clothing on the floor...too much steam in the room.
Hell, there were probably handprints all over the stainless steel.
So I thought fast, and the best thing I could come up with was to yank the youngest against me, seal our lips and roll to the side into plain sight.
My sister gasped, and the two of us faked surprise at her presence.
Her reaction was nothing more than a nervous little giggle...and a question.
"Seen my fiance anywhere?"
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