A Double Dose of Billionaire: Part Two by Rachel Ellis Read Free Book Online Page B

released my mouth, I opened my eyes to see Riley behind him, holding a bundle of red ropes. He tugged at part of it, pulling it taut.
    He smirked. "This is the start of your punishment."
    I swallowed my saliva. The intensity of his gaze bore into my skin. A glint of amusement sparkled in his eyes.
    "Stand up," he ordered.
    I started to clamber to my feet, but I was still not fast enough. Ryan hurried me by pulling my elbow. He pinned my arms to my back and presented my naked body to his brother. I grunted. They were being a little too rough.
    Riley made his way forward and pinched my nipples. He wasn't gentle about it. They stung under his touch, forcing me to wince. Then, he wrapped the red ropes around my body. He must have tried this on other girls many times because the cords came around me fluidly, curving and twisting at all the right places. He callously handled my frame, turning me around as and when he liked, his fingers pinching at areas they might've bruised.
    When he was done, I glanced down and saw an intricate pattern looped around my stomach. The ropes tied my arms behind my back and hugged around my waist.
    "Now, walk to the other side of the room," he commanded.
    "What?" I turned my head up, puzzled why he'd ask me to walk after all that.
    "Don't make me ask twice. When I ask you to walk, you walk without question."
    I nodded my head. "Yes, sir." I stifled a moan after my first step. He had wrapped the ropes between my legs and against my core. The first step caused the rope to rub my wet folds. It pressed into them, and soon my juices soaked the bottom length of the device.
    "Don't stop."
    I gritted my teeth together and took a few more steps forward. By the time I had made my way to the other side of the room, my knees had gone weak. My nails dug into the palm of my hand.
    "I can't," I pleaded. Couldn't they simply take me on their bed without tormenting me so much?
    "I didn't ask you to stop," Ryan said.
    I bit my lower lip and knelt down onto the floor. "I can't. I need to come."
    "You're not allowed to. Stand up."
    "Please." I arched my back and wriggled side to side, trying to hold in the tension that had built up within me. I needed to do as the twins said. I needed to make them happy. I couldn't come just yet. "Let me. I beg of you."
    Riley picked me up from the floor. "You can come after I start fucking you with my cock."
    I couldn't wait till then. The tight ball in my belly threatened to burst open. It was impossible to hold back.
    Skillfully, Riley untangled the rope that had been gripping my pussy. It brought temporary relief, loosening the coil for a while. The twins weren't so kind to ease my agony so quickly, though.
    Ryan's thumb found the nub of my clit and massaged it. "You like that?" he breathed.
    I groaned. "Fuck me, please."
    Riley's palm came down on my breast, sending an aching tremor through me. I was starting to get confused by the mixture of pleasure and pain. "You address us by 'sir.'"
    "Fuck me, sir!"
    His cock slammed into my sheath as soon as I uttered the last word.
    I came a few seconds after he entered. I cried out his name and clawed at his back as my orgasm drummed through me. He pounded into me as my release came, his hips slapping against mine. Ryan rubbed my clit harder and faster, replacing his thumb with his middle and index finger.
    I had been completely exhausted after my orgasm ended, but they weren't ready to stop.
    Ryan took out a pink gadget from one of their toy drawers. A butt plug—the same thing I belligerently took out of my ass when ordered not to two days ago. But it was made larger than the last.
    Much larger.
    "No," I mouthed, horror sweeping over my face. "That won't fit."
    "Yes, it will. You're going to take every last inch of it, with Riley's cock in your pussy and mine in your mouth."
    My cowardly side nagged at me to run, but my adventurous side wanted to play. Even if I intended to flee, I couldn't. Riley had me in his vice-like grip, and the