“Why haven’t you slapped me or yelled at me, saying you aren’t my property or slave?”
She sighs. “Because I’m too busy beating myself up for asking you a question I already knew the answer to.”
“You thought I would say it was because I owned you?”
“You and your brother are pretty predictable.”
“Oh, yeah?”
She nods.
I don’t like being predictable. And I know Arlo doesn’t like it either. If she thinks we are predictable, then she doesn’t know us very well.
“Do you want more questions answered since you asked such awful ones?”
“Do I get to ask questions for free?”
“No.”
She looks away from me while she decides. She doesn’t want me to know how she really feels, but it’s clear to me, no matter how hard she tries to hide her feelings. Turning her head away won’t make me not notice how her breathing has grown heavy, her cheeks have flushed pink, and her eyes have darkened at the thought of me and Arlo fucking her again. She can pretend it’s payment all she wants, but she enjoys it as much as we do.
Last time, she couldn’t hide her cries of joy. She didn’t try to hide her moans. Her wetness. Her cum. Everything we did to her, she enjoyed. She begged for more.
And just the thought of us doing it again is getting her excited.
“I think I need more time to figure out what questions to ask before I earn them.”
She licks her bottom lip as she looks at me. I don’t think she realizes she did it, but I do. I notice everything.
“You can earn another question whenever you want.”
“Two questions,” she clarifies.
I nod. “Yes, two questions. From me and Arlo.”
Her eyes darken, and her lips part. She thinks she has control and power but not when it comes to sex. She loses a little of her power every time she willingly gives herself to us. She knows it. It’s why she tries to resist. But her body betrays her. She doesn’t have the strength to resist. Especially both of us.
“Arlo!” I shout behind me down the hallway to where I’m sure my brother is lurking, trying to decide what his next move is.
He walks down the hallway that leads to my guest rooms. I raise an eyebrow when he enters my living room. I didn’t see him enter my quarters, but I knew he was here even though he shouldn’t be. But then again, he thinks he owns everything in this house. Including me. So, I’m not that surprised he entered without an invitation. I am surprised that he snuck in, unnoticed.
I don’t bother to show my disgust. I have other more important things on my mind. And, from the look in Arlo’s eyes, he has the same thing on his mind.
We both look at Nina; she has the same look.
“We are going to fuck you,” I say even though it’s really a question. If she says no or stops us, we will stop.
“Yes,” she breathes.
28
Nina
I saw Arlo enter before Matteo even realized he was there. I shouldn’t have. He was silent as he opened the door, and if he wanted to, he could have easily disappeared down the hallway before I ever saw him. But I felt him near before he opened the door. And he couldn’t help but stare at me before he snuck down the hallway.
I thought I would have more time to make a plan before we had sex again. Not just to prepare more questions. Honestly, it doesn’t matter what I ask for at least the next week or two. I just want them to let their guards down and start answering me honestly. Then, I can hit them with the questions that I really want.
I thought I would have more time to recover from the last time. I thought I would have more time to prepare my mind. And, more importantly, my heart. I thought I would have time to figure out how not to let me fall any more than I already have for either of these men. But it seems my time is up because I can’t say no.