A Double Dose of Billionaire - Part 2

When I looked at the brothers, their eyes had already watered with lust. As soon as my punishment was over, Ryan positioned himself and entered my behind—once again, in the wrong crevice. Frustrated, I scowled. It was my pus**sy that was wet and expected his member, not my as**shole.

Not able to withstand any more of his torture—I had received my punishment and accepted obediently, so there was no need for him to unnerve me anymore—I whipped my head around and said, “Ryan, what the hell?”

Their response to my slipping out of character came like an angry torrent.

Ryan bucked against me harder. “Riley, I don’t think our little bitch understands her place.” He reached down and pinched my nipp**les with his index finger and thumb.

As if understanding what Ryan’s actions had meant, Riley grunted and made his way to a cabinet tucked in the corner of the room. My eyes followed his well-built frame as he walked across. He bent down and opened a drawer before pulling out a silver device I couldn’t recognize.

“Spankings aren’t enough for you,” he said as he strode back to us, lust painted over his expression.

Worried about what was going to happen, I glared at the chain-like tool and asked, “What is that?”

“You’re about to find out.” He reached for my bre**asts and ran his fingers over them. The cool metal glided over my skin. I shuddered under his touch, getting wetter with every brief stroke.

Then, the metal object clamped over my nipp**les.

I let out a cry of pain. Nipple clamps! Damn it! I read about them in romance novels but had never actually seen or experienced one before. They hurt like hell, pinching and biting into my bre**asts. My eyes watered again, tears squeezing out of them as I gritted my teeth.

“Fuck you, Riley!”

He chuckled before crawling under me. “Gladly.” His co**ck penetrated my pus**sy as his tongue swirled around my nipp**les. Strangely, the pain made my walls tighten around his member. He gave out a sigh as he sank into my folds.

My mind whirled under the onslaught of sensations the twins dealt to my body. They thrust into my two centers with alternating motions, massaging me with a slow, burning passion that made me cry out their names repeatedly.

Ryan’s fingers found my cl**it. He rolled his digits over them, driving me crazy. The pleasure seared through every single cell I had, making me weak. No longer able to properly support my weight, I sank down to my elbows, forcing myself to arch my back even more. It made my insides constrict, tightening my belly further.

“Goddamn. How the f**k are you so tight?” Riley croaked, his mouth still beside the flesh of my bre**ast.

Our hi**ps circled against each other. Ryan abruptly slapped my already-pink behind a few more times. I wasn’t complaining. The pain had begun to meld into pleasure, sending mind-blowing sensations through me. He leaned down and dragged his tongue over the nape of my neck. He nipped at it softly. The nips turned into gentle kisses, and they languidly travelled down my back.

The words had simmered down into a blend of breathy panting and the sounds of us grinding together. Our skins were starting to get sticky with perspiration. The knot in my belly had reached its limit. I moved my hi**ps back and forth faster, seeking release.

The orgasm burst out like an explosion, sending spasms to my fingertips. I whimpered as the cli**max came. It pulsed steadily and travelled through my whole body.

“Fuck. She’s coming,” Ryan said. His cli**max came soon after mine. He slammed his co**ck into my as**s and spilled his seed into me. Riley followed seconds later, shooting his cum into my pus**sy in white, warm spurts.

Their sem**en filled my insides, and at that moment, I felt complete and perfect. Exhausted, but contented, I released a loud, satisfied sigh, staying still so I could recover from what had just unfolded.

Ryan slid his member out. “We should do this every day,” he breathed out with his throaty voice.

I closed my eyes and let tiredness wash over. “Yes, we should.”

I slumped myself down onto the bed, ready to fall asleep in my current state of emotional bliss. I wiped my hands over my face, the leather buckles still tied to my wrists. The nipple clamps were starting to feel uncomfortable. “By the way, can you guys get these off—”

Stunned, I opened my mouth and gaped.

The twins had already gotten their erections back up, and they were grinning while communicating with a seemingly-telepathic look.

“We’re not ready to stop yet, princess,” Riley said. “You forgot to ask to come; what shall we do about that?”

He engulfed my lips with his, stopping me from vocalizing my protest.

***

I had to strain my back to bend down and reach the oven. I wasn’t sure why I was baking muffins for the brothers, after what they put me through last night. The aching at my spine made me walk with a strange gait. I thought I had gotten used to the intensity of our sexual escapades last week. Apparently not.