Conor couldn’t imagine how any real jealousy could possibly be a problem — sharing was as natural and easy for him and his brother as breathing. Still, it was good to have that clause in there, so that everyone felt secure in the relationship.
‘OK,’ Tammy said, clearly excited, ‘I think I’m ready to sign… if you both are.’
‘Let’s do this,’ Conor said.
‘OK, Daddies,’ Tammy said, fidgeting with excitement.
‘Hold up,’ Finn said. ‘We’re gonna need a safeword.’
‘That’s easy,’ Tammy said. ‘Gemini.’
*
Well. This was different.
‘Can you move at all?’ Conor’s voice came from behind her.
‘I can move my mouth, sir.’
‘And it’s a very smart mouth, isn’t it? Particularly for a naughty girl who decided it was appropriate to snack when her Daddies told her not to.’ That was Finn. Sounding very angry. She’d put down on the contract that she was very happy to be verbally dressed down. It felt good to be totally in the power of Finn and Conor — so good she kind of felt drunk.
‘I’m sorry. I’ll try harder to be a good girl.’
It was lucky that she didn’t have any more work today. Very lucky. No more appointments at all this afternoon. That meant that there was plenty of time for… whatever this was going to be.
‘It was so kind of June to provide us with all this equipment, don’t you think?’
So that’s where they’d got it all from. How else would two Irish brothers have access to a bunch of bullwhips, lasso ropes, and a riding crop?
‘I’ll have to remember to thank her later.’
After they’d all signed the contract, Conor had given Tammy very specific instructions. She was to take off all her clothes and kneel in the middle of the floor of her living room until they were ready to see her. After she was naked and quivering with anticipation, they’d kept her waiting for close to twenty minutes. It had been delicious agony.
Now though, she wasn’t kneeling on the floor anymore. She was bent over the table, tied firmly down with the lassos. The ropes were thick and rough, but they weren’t tied so tight that they hurt.
‘Riding crop to the buttocks? Maybe a few strikes to each thigh? What do you think, Conor?’ Finn asked.
‘Should do the job.’
The boys had asked Tammy to keep her eyes forward, and up until now, she’d done exactly that — but Conor sounded so close to her that she was desperate to look. She was glad she didn’t, though, because a moment later, her Daddy, her Master, her object of lust, circled around in front of her. He gave her exactly what she’d been hoping for.
Jumpin’ jackrabbits.
He was naked.
Holy, holy, holy haystacks.
She gazed, wide-eyed, at his body. It was like he was cut from marble — like a statue from antiquity. You know, a really hot, heavily-tattooed statue from antiquity.
‘You know, brother, she almost looks a little too comfortable. I wonder whether we should tighten those bonds a little?’
‘Let’s leave her for now,’ Finn countered. ‘Maybe if she doesn’t say thank you for the discipline after each stroke, we can think about making things a little less comfy for her.’
‘Thank you, sir,’ she said, swallowing nervously. Her eyes were laser-fixed on Conor’s cock, hanging heavy beneath thick blond hair. It was thickly-veined, soft and firm-looking, all at the same time.
Noticing her gaze, Conor crouched down. He took her chin in his hand and moved her face up so that she was looking at his eyes. ‘I’m up here, babygirl,’ he said. ‘Eyes on me until I say so. Alright?’
She nodded. ‘I’m sorry,’ she mumbled. ‘I was just surprised. It’s… so beautiful.’ The whole time, she thought about Finn, too. Was he naked? Was his cock the twin of his brother’s? Was he about to—