Six Masters Island - Chaytons Twins (16 page)

“Deny it all you want, you were wet.
 
He told me.
 
You can learn to feel pleasure from him and be rewarded.
 
He knows this, and if you decide to fight or plead with him he’ll ignore you now.
 
He’ll just keep working on you until you can’t refute your feelings anymore,” Ayden stated.

“I’m around so he can whip me and lead me around like a dog?
 
That’s why you wanted a woman?
 
I suppose I’ll be put back in that cage until he wants to take out his sadistic pleasure on me again.”
 
Alyssa stared at her feet swirling in the water.

Ayden avoided discussing her sexual training.
 
“If you comply with his needs, I don’t think he’ll cage you again.”

Alyssa looked up at his concerned face.
 
She was about to ask him where she would be sleeping and hoped it would be in the bed in the room she shared with Ayden, figuring the two men spent the night together.
 
Before she could ask, Chayton called out from the office door, “Ayden, bring Alyssa in now.”

“Ayden, where am I…?”
 
That was all she got to say when he put a finger to her lips to silence her.

“Reward time is over.”
 
He stood and held out a hand to help her up.

Alyssa walked beside him through the kitchen to put the empty glasses in the sink and down the hall to their room.
 
“You can wash up first.”
 
She went into the over-sized bathroom, washed her face and brushed her teeth.
 
While Ayden was washing up, she went through the dresser looking for a nightgown.
 
Everything seemed to be Ayden’s things except for the one drawer on the bottom that held an array of different colored dresses for her.
 
She tried the closet.
 
It was locked.
 
She went back to the dresser and pulled out a t-shirt.
 
It only fell to the top of her thighs but it was better than nothing, she decided.
 
She was sitting on the bed getting ready to brush her hair when Ayden came back in the room.

“Wait, please.
 
I want to brush it.”
 
He sat behind her on the bed.
 
The longer he stayed, the more nervous Alyssa became.
 
She had expected him to go into Chayton’s room.
 
As he slowly untangled knots, the hypnotic strokes calmed her down and she was getting drowsy.
 
She had minimal sleep the night before in the cage, and with the demands of the day she was feeling very tired.
 
“That’s good enough,” she said and sank to the pillow, eyes closing instantly.

Unobserved, Chayton quietly entered the room.
 
Ayden appeared mesmerized, staring at Alyssa’s peaceful sleeping face with adoration, and running his fingers lightly through her hair.
 
He glanced up and saw Chayton standing in the doorway, and walked over to embrace him.
 
“Maybe we should let her sleep.
 
She’s exhausted, Master,” he whispered.

Chayton turned Ayden and pushed him towards his bedroom.
 
He smiled to himself at Ayden’s obvious anxiety, feeling his cock twitch imagining his lover’s discomfort.
 
Walking over to Alyssa, he trailed his hand down the length of her silky hair.
 
He gently scooped her up and walked back into his room where Ayden was kneeling by the bed.

The room was lit by the moonlight shining in through the full-length windows.
 
Alyssa felt like she was floating and smelled a nice, spicy scent as her head rested against the warmth of Chayton’s bare chest.

He stood beside Ayden, holding the small, sleeping woman in his strong arms.
 
Ayden reached over and helped him out of his tight leather pants.
 
Chayton sat down on the bed with Alyssa on his lap and motioned for Ayden to get up on the bed.

Ayden got behind him on his knees and ran his fingers through the Indian’s long dark hair, looking over his broad shoulder at Alyssa.
 
Chayton trailed his fingers down her side.
 
She shivered a little and snuggled in closer to him, and both men smiled at her reaction.
 
His fingers moved closer to her breast letting his thumb glide over her nipple.
 
Even in sleep, it puckered immediately and she rubbed her head on his chest and sighed.

Chayton’s touch became a little harder, and on one pass he gently pinched her nipple and allowed his hand to cross her hip to her thigh.
 
He felt her tense as she began to awaken.
 
Slowly, her trembling started and her quivering served to arouse Chayton even further.

Alyssa thought she was dreaming and she remembered being so cold, shivering on a cement floor.
 
Now she felt warmth, and moved closer to the source.
 
Someone, Danni maybe, was brushing her side trying to comfort her, and she had been scared for so long the caress was calming.
 
A hand was rubbing down her side harder now and traveling over her breast, and she tried to clear her head as she felt her nipple pinched.
 
By the time the hand reached her thigh, she was awake enough to remember where she was.

In her confused semi-awakened state, her mind scrambled to figure out what was going on.
 
A hand moved up her thigh towards her pussy and she squirmed back into a stiff erection.
 
As the hand continued up under the hem of the shirt, she tried to push it away.
 
“No,” she whimpered, fearfully looking up into Master Chayton’s face.
 
His eyes glittered black in the moonlight.
 
“Please.”
 
She tried to push up off his lap and his arm tightened around her.
 
His other hand held her chin firmly and his lips pressed down onto hers.

She struggled as his tongue slid in her mouth and the arm gripping her tightened.
 
Another arm was caressing her back and she realized Ayden was with them.
 
As her mind searched frantically for a way to break free, she became aware of the kiss.

The tongue thrust through her lips was moving slowly, searching every part of her mouth.
 
It was the deepest, most passionate kiss she had ever experienced.
 
She vacillated between struggling to break free and needing the exploring sensation in her mouth.
 
At some point, her own tongue stopped pushing back at the intrusion.

The hand on her back, Ayden’s hand, had reached up under the shirt and was stroking bare skin from her shoulder blades to her bottom.
 
Although quivering and no doubt teary eyed, Chayton noticed with satisfaction that she was not trying to scream in protest.
 
He released her chin and cupped the back of her head as her struggles lessened.

Alyssa felt the comforting assault from too many areas.
 
Her friends were unable to help her and she had no idea where any of them had been taken.
 
She felt isolated and was so tired of being afraid, and had no idea how to get away.
 
She just wanted to go home.
 
There was the sensation of a door in her mind being closed as the realization that she would not escape this claimed her, and she realized with certainty, that her future belonged to this man.

Panicked and angry, she pushed at Chayton and his grip tightened further, trapping her hands between them.
 
Exhaustion eventually took over and she stopped fighting.
 
Chayton felt her body relax, and sensing her defeat he loosened his hold on her and the hand on the back of her head dropped to rest on her shoulder.
 
Alyssa leaned back.
 
Her green eyes were shining with tears.
 
“Please don’t hurt me,” she whispered.

He smiled and claimed her mouth again.
 
Ayden’s hands reached around her and she tensed as she felt him begin to caress her stomach.
 
As his hands began moving towards her chest she made a weak effort to move away.
 
Chayton once more tightened his grip, never losing contact with her mouth.
 
Ayden’s hand fondled her breast and stroked gently across the peak.

Despite her fear, Alyssa was aware of the slick dampness of arousal in her core, and Chayton felt her pussy clenching gently on his thigh.
 
Finally releasing her mouth, he guided her down onto the bed beside him.
 
Ayden maneuvered behind her, continuing to gently massage and squeeze her taut nipples.

Her head was resting on Chayton’s chest while he stroked her.
 
With his strong, muscled thigh between her legs and Ayden pressed along the length of her back, she was effectively pinned.
 
She shivered slightly in anticipation and fear, her puzzled mind fighting an ineffectual battle as she squeezed her eyes shut.

Ayden looked up at Chayton for approval, and his Master smiled down at him.
 
Ayden let his hand leave the attention to her nipple and move slowly towards her mound.
 
Alyssa pressed into Chayton in a weak attempt to stall Ayden’s progress.
 
She felt his hand move between Chayton’s thigh and her wet slit.

At the first touch along her folds she pressed her thighs together as closely as she could, but with Chayton’s leg keeping her separated, Ayden had little trouble gaining access.
 
He trailed a slender finger down her length and she gasped, liquid cream drooling from her core.
 
Her tiny fists clenched tightly on Chayton’s chest and she tried to will herself away from the tryst.

Chayton continued to gently caress her, maintaining his hold.
 
I’m not here.
 
This isn’t right.
 
It isn’t happening,
she screamed in her mind.
 
Slowly, the effectiveness of Ayden’s touch wore down her internal battle as her body’s responses took over and she started pushing into his hand.

Chayton pulled the hem of the shirt up over her head until she lay naked between the two men, eyes still closed, while Ayden’s attentions to her wet pussy never stopped.
 
The length of a finger entered her core and she pressed into his hand, her walls squeezing against him as his thumb found the stiff nub of her clit.

She whimpered a soft, worried protest, and Chayton started kissing her neck.
 
Her hand reached out, tentatively grabbing his tight bicep, holding on as Chayton’s mouth moved lower to a breast.
 
He began suckling the tight peak, occasionally nipping gently at the swollen bead.

Her quivering contractions continued as Ayden coaxed her to climax, pinching and rubbing her clit as his finger slipped in and out of her wet channel.
 
Alyssa surrendered to the passion, the rebellious thoughts of struggle reduced to silent background noise, fading with her arousal.
 
A small corner of her mind contained a flicker of embarrassment as she felt herself flow into the sensation of her impending release.

Chayton left her breast and leaned over her, studying her face as he felt her begin to shudder.
 
Her closed eyes were leaking silent tears and her face showed the strain of denial.
 
As he cupped her chin, forcing her to face him, her shuddering pants were followed closely by small thrusts into Ayden’s hand.
 
Chayton splayed a broad hand across her belly, holding her down.

Alyssa tried to move her hips away and Ayden got between her legs, spreading her thighs over his shoulders and replacing his hand with his lips and mouth.
 
His tongue explored the length of her cleft, entering her as it passed over her hole.
 
After a few plunges, he spread her lips wide and began sucking and nipping at her sensitive bead.

Alyssa thrust her hips towards the assault, opening her eyes as her explosive climax erupted.
 
Frozen in release, she was looking into Chayton’s dark stare as he watched her expression.
 
Disbelief, passion, denial and misery flashed like a strobe light across her features, and Chayton’s erection stiffened further while he watched his new twins’ first shared orgasm.

Ayden finished lapping her juices and moved up on the bed, and Chayton nestled between her spread thighs.
 
As his rigid shaft sought entrance, Ayden leaned down to kiss her.
 
Alyssa looked into his eyes with embarrassed misery, but he smiled compassionately and lowered his head to hers.
 
As their lips met, Chayton plunged deep within her.
 
She moaned, and at the same time she tasted her own arousal in Ayden’s mouth.

Chayton knelt and grasped her hips, pulling her further onto him.
 
She reached her arms to Ayden and held tightly to him, burying her face in his neck as Chayton continued to thrust into her.
 
Shamefully, she felt another climax approaching.
 
With the Indian holding her hips she had no choice but to let the orgasm wash over her, pussy clenching tightly to his thick flesh.

She felt him erupt inside her before the last of her spasms subsided.
 
A low roar emitted from Chayton as he plunged deeply, expelling the last of his seed deep inside.

When it was over, Chayton lay down next to her and Ayden wrapped his arms around her from behind.
 
Chayton kissed her forehead.
 
“Good girl,” he murmured.

It was a long time before the caresses of the men helped her fall asleep.