A Double Dose of Billionaire - Part 4

Riley came out of the kitchen, a glass of liquor clasped between his fingers. “I’m glad they liked it. I was thinking to get those motor ones. I thought they’d be disappointed. The motor ones looked way cooler, but it seemed kind of dangerous. I guess kids don’t really care as long as it’s something new.”

“They don’t. And don’t you dare think about bringing that home.” I’d have to spend a whole afternoon cleaning up the knocked over plants and broken furniture. My kids sometimes turned into little demon spawns.

“Oh?” Riley smirked. I knew that smirk. “Are you ordering me around, miss?” We hadn’t done anything sexual this whole week. I’d been too busy at my shop, and the twins’ company, Treston, was having a restructuring. Nathan and Ethan, added to our busy schedule, barely gave us enough time to hang around with each other. Whatever free time we had was usually at night. And it normally lasted only a couple of hours. Sex was fun, but our schedules had tired us out too much for us to do it on a regular basis.

I curled the corner of my lip. “So what if I am?”

We’d actually planned to get off from work early today, so we could finally do something to spark our relationship again. I’d been counting the seconds the whole day, waiting for this moment to arrive.

Riley put down the glass he was holding. “Then you need to be put back in your place.”

He raced toward me. I gasped as he lifted me off the floor and scooped me into his arms.

“Where do naughty girls go?” he asked teasingly.

I swallowed. “The naughty room.”

After that incident with the ropes, I was hesitant about going back there. They hardly pushed me to, either, though they brought it up in passing. I frequently walked past its door. Secretly, I wanted to go back and try some new things out. And one day, I decided I was ready. So I put history behind me and gave it another shot.

The twins were pleased when I told them I was ready.

We’ve been using the room often ever since.

Riley padded down the steps while Ryan punched in the numbers. What are they going to do this time? Each experience in the room was exciting and new. They always had something thrilling up their sleeves. They never went too far, like three years ago, and always made sure I consented before doing anything drastic. We’ve yet to use that dildo contraption, though it’s been on the back of my mind for some time—but not today.

“I think we’ll start with something simple,” Ryan said, his eyes traveling over my body. “Bend over.”

“Where, sir?” I asked, giving him an innocent smile. Knowing what they were going to do to me next, my insides coiled.

He gestured to the white couch. “There.”

I took off my pants and stuck my as**s up to the twins, sashaying it back and forth. They’ve told me countless times that I drove them crazy, and they did like my behind quite a lot. I loved giving them a good show, making them hard, before having mind-blowing sex.

Ryan smoothed his hand over my as**s. “How many, Riley?”

“Ten sounds good,” Riley answered.

My stomach tightened. I let out a soft moan as the first slap landed. It stung, and probably left red marks behind. I’d been able to take harder spankings lately.

My pus**sy was thoroughly soaked and ready for f**king after Ryan finished his last slap. I rubbed my thighs together, trying to seek some release.

He moved his lips close to my ear and whispered, “You want more?”

“Yes,” I hissed, desperate to have his co**ck inside.

He covered my eyes with a silky blindfold. Blindfolds were one thing amongst the many kinky stuff they liked to use. I didn’t complain about them. They heightened my sensations, making each experience feel better by tenfold.

A cool paddle rested on my behind.

No! I didn’t want another spanking. My as**s was already sore. I wanted them to f**k me as hard as they could.

But to be their good girl, I couldn’t protest.

Ryan pulled the paddle back and slammed it down onto my as**s. “One,” he counted.

“How many more?” I questioned.

“As many as we’d like.” The paddle landed on my behind one more time.

A hand gripped the back of my hair and led my lips to what felt like the tip of an erection. Without hesitation, I took it into my mouth and began sucking. My head bobbed up and down the member as my tongue ran up and down its length.

“Yesss, suck my brother’s co**ck,” Ryan moaned.

Encouraged to do so, I sped up, trying to give Riley the best bl**ow jo**b of his life as I attempted to ignore the paddle hitting my as**s. I stroked Riley’s wood with one hand and used the other to massage my pus**sy. They had teased me long enough, and I needed some release.