Torn Between Twins

Chapter One-2

Sigh…or least those were the days…

“You spineless bastard, I refuse to lose you like this! I cannot stand to!”

That hissing admission said it all.

“Then do something about it, for both our sakes,” Jay caught himself whisper-begging back.

“Whatever it takes – short of seeing me in prison or penury. I’m not exactly delighting in wedding Miss Virtuous Vengeance either you know. I’ll probably never get it wet again. You know that icicle-diddling b***h can’t wait to lock me up in the house and never let me out.”

“Don’t you think I’m ever going let you f**k her then!”

This was a barely audible growl, albeit with sniffles now against his neck. “I refuse to even consider it. I forbid, forbid, forbid it! You, on the other hand, probably can’t wait to tear off that bland, conservative pants suit. Been jerking off to the thought of f*****g my evil doppelganger all these years, haven’t you, filthy horn-dog?”

“Bullshit!” No way could Jay let that sass pass.

“You think I’m risking frostbite of the p***s here? Anyway, Princess Iceberg would never let any warmth of mine infiltrate her sacred crack. It could freeze in there, expand and shatter her to pieces. And do you think such a confirmed virgin has been saving up her precious cherry on my account? She’s openly despised me since the cradle. Either she’s a repressed lesbian or the trauma of our engagement may have turned her off s*x in general.

“And seriously, after the way I’ve been living it up all these years right under her bitter, prudish nose, particularly with her hotly resented and hated little sister, I’m sure the bill will be coming devastatingly due. That viciously malicious razor-cooze would love nothing better than to take one amputating bite and devour my monster whole immediately upon insertion, just to see me pining away the rest of my decades in miserably impotent chastity, just like her.”

Jen giggled bizarrely at that image. Then she hardened in his arms.

“Don’t worry, my weak-kneed darling. Beg and you receive. Your old defender Jennifer will save you. I swear it to you right now: I will not lose my rightful prick to that frigid b***h – not forever at least. Not without a fight. And I f*****g fight f*****g dirty!” Finishing that menacing snarl she battened onto Jay’s throat and began sucking like some immortal leeching creature.

Leaving her trademark love-bites on him two days before a white dress wedding? That was playing pretty damn dirty indeed. Knowing he would pay for it but having prudence overruled by the return of his fiercely hard blue-steeler, Jay let his first and eternally preferred lover go ahead and put her mark upon him. Let her declare him as her very own to one and all. It was nothing but the truth, their asshole families be damned.

Her lips really were so plump and soft and yet powerfully, almost hurtfully strong drawing on him… It was enough to make one psychosomatically lightheaded after a couple of minutes – even weak in the knees indeed. At last flushed and panting Jennifer detached, pulling back and raising her face. She smacked glistening lips as though savoring a succubus’ soul-claiming final draining. Giant, greedily green eyes gleamed refreshed mischief into him from inches away.

“There! Let everyone get a gander at that! In fact, I think I’m going to brand you as long as we’re at it.”

“Wow, how kinky.”

“Oh, you have no idea, doomed groom. Kinky is my new thing. It’s become my overriding organizing principle, thanks to the lengths you’re forcing me take to save our relationship, not to mention your precious prick. In fact kinky now constitutes tonight’s entire agenda.

“Face it my sexy but wimpy darling: if you’re going to risk marrying my overbearing sister, you’re going need me to help you develop an extremely high tolerance for pain and domination. Also, if you’re going to even consider breeding with that fiend on me… Well, we jealous, competitive types might make you want to pay for such an egregious betrayal.”

“You don’t say?”

“I f*****g DO say! This c**k is my property. Disbelieve me to your detriment, soul-mate.”

“Okay. So what exactly did you have in mind for tonight, oh sinister new mistress of mine?”

“For starters, we need to prevent the first and least of so many hideous injustices. I understand that Princess Julia has forbidden you any bachelor party.”

“That’s my domineering queen-to-be.”

“Well, don’t you worry about a thing, baby. What one twin denies, the other shall provide – or at least compensate for. One kinky exotic dancer coming up. Get that condemned bachelor’s ass over there on the bed!”

Jay

Crisp sheets were considerately turned back, five freshly plumped-up feather pillows piled high against the elegantly configured headboard. Jay reclined supine with his head and shoulders elevated in wonderful luxury. He felt quite the pampered plutocrat. Incredibly sexy backside turned to him, Jennifer took another shot of vodka. She dug into a big handbag. Casually she pulled out what Jay took a second to identify as a teardrop-shaped black spanking paddle. She finished fiddling with her phone and set everything handy on the cart with the ice buckets and drinks. Pushing this closer to the bed, Jen snatched up his current favorite tie on the way by.

“This won’t exactly be the traditional lap dance, my damned bastard bachelor. No chair, and I’m going to tie you up first. If you don’t want to be gagged, thrown over the saddle of my Suzuki, kidnapped and held hostage as well, I’d keep the resistance to a minimum.”

“Resist you? Who could be so foolish as to imagine managing that?”

“Julia may be deluded enough. Or our unconscionably presumptuous parents, trying to dictate all our lives for us. But we’ll just see about all of that. The steeper the challenge, the sweeter the triumph. Put out your goddamn hands!”

More eagerly than meekly, Jay proffered his wrists.

Already twitching with excitement, he caught his breath as Jen leaped nimbly up, boots and all, onto the big hotel bed with him. Clambering astride his belly with her hem giving ground already, she used one end of his necktie to bind his wrists – not too tightly to hurt, but certainly inescapably. The other end she wound about the knob crowning the apex of the bed’s arched headboard, securing his arms stretched comfortably enough above him.

Just the way Jen’s barely contained breast-treasure jiggled in his face while carrying out this part of the game was quite the show on its own. That may have accounted for the unaccustomed acute frisson. But then his childhood protector picked up his shed belt as well. Wordlessly she used this to cinch his ankles together, rendering Jay essentially helpless. And suddenly he understood the obscure appeal bondage could have in an erotic context. Never having experimented with it before, the belatedness of the revelation pained him as much as he found the futility of his struggling inexplicably exhilarating.

Why the f**k hadn’t they tried this ages ago? All the tension of his incapacitation, the pent-up anxiety of being alone and powerless before such a volatile female, seemed to concentrate in his genitals as the purest s****l energy conceivable. Jay’s balls actually crawled. His c**k throbbed so hard the head bobbed like a metronome, making the gold ring in his glans (the only piercing Jen had successfully pestered him into getting) trace gleaming little arcs in the air. Observing her methodically lighting the dozens of slender tapers surrounding the bed, Jay had to put voice to the question. “Damn, ma’am, you’ve got my motor revving in the red already! Why haven’t we ever played this way before?”

“Because it wasn’t yet time,” came the indulgent reply. “And because this is not play. This is about salvaging what we can from the rest of your miserable existence.”

Smiling with beguiling commiseration, Jennifer went on to romantically dim the lamps.

“There is an art and a science both to easing a prospective slave into the enduring ways of bondage and discipline, domination and submission,” she lectured. “This beginning of your own training may seem a bit last-minute. But it isn’t. Trust me when I say that everything is going to go exactly as I have planned for us.”

Naturally Jay opened his mouth to ask what the hell she meant by that. Stern new Mistress Jennifer forestalled him, but relatively gently.

“Darling, the first rule of femdom (the philosophy and lifestyle of female domination) is that the ruling mistress makes all of the rules. The second rule is that the designated slave asks no questions, makes no complaints.

“He behaves and obeys, submitting absolutely for his own sake. There is no silly safe word.

“Pleasures will be withheld, and punishment forthcoming regardless of even flawless obedience. Why make either trial more extreme than it needs to be? Unless of course you’ve come to crave the pain, crave the humiliation and domination, the frenzied desperation that comes from chronic coital denial…

“So be silent now, my only temporarily clandestine lifelong personal property, while you look forward to that inevitable day. Or if it’s somehow arrived spontaneously, then save your breath for making lewd and insulting catcalls while I dance for your unworthy enjoyment. I shall repay you most appropriately afterward.”

Lifelong personal property? Pleasures withheld? Appropriate repayment?

Suddenly the ornate walls were closing in, the sheltering canopy crowding down. The candle flames flickered like harbingers of perdition. So why did Jay’s breath catch in his chest again? Why the rash of gooseflesh, and why did his gold-topped c**k leap into the most fervent yet salute to the giver of that flesh-penetrating ring of power?

Why did everything dearest friend Jen said about becoming her permanent slave crank up the current on the erotic charge so generously being generated in him?

Jay could answer these queries no more than he could explain how electricity (of any sort) worked in the first place. Physics and chemistry, he guessed. Science…and maybe art, as the lady in charge had said and now demonstrated. Creative aesthetics in motion, devilish Mistress Jennifer was already grinning-minx slinking up to before the foot of that four-poster. There she smoothly moved into the first of her supremely sensual, amazingly graceful gyrations.

Enthralled as he already was, Jay found himself more captive to this latter-day mating display than any sturdy tethers of silk or leather. However sensationally she might beat him for it later, catcalling this otherworldly odalisque seemed akin to blasphemy. Jay could only goggle at her dancing, rapt, his nine-inch homage aching unflaggingly on.

Jay

Honestly, you wouldn’t think it could take long to shed one skimpy satin garment. The striptease Jen did in ridding herself of that mini-dress however seemed to take forever.

Not that tied-up Jay was going anyplace. By the time she stood revealed in only boots, stockings, garters and belt he’d completely forgotten about those more tangible bonds.

So hot, so exotic, so exhilaratingly intimidating was his luscious old love (and new owner!) as she performed so seductively for him with that spanking paddle in hand…Jay couldn’t spare a misspent glance. Everything enraptured, from the pointed toes and stiletto heels of her boots to that ostentatious new hairstyle.

Always long and lushly thick, Jennifer had lately razored a strip over her right ear quite short. With the part running just above a narrow restraining braid, this left the glorious rest draping the other side of her face, where it still fell far enough to brush her breast. Rich obsidian everywhere that it mantled her bare back, the locks on the underside had recently been dyed a shimmering violet. This flashed mesmerizingly whenever exposed by the tossing of Jennifer’s proudly high cheek-boned, unmistakably patrician visage. And as such added touches of exotica only enhanced the original breathtaking beauty, so it went with the rest of her spinning and undulating figure.

The tattoos that graced her flank (this one by far the largest), the outside of the arm opposite, the back of one wrist, her shoulder and the other side of her neck (female power symbols mostly) called attention to themselves only in order to emphasize the perfection of her existing exquisite underlying lines, planes, hollows and swells. Likewise the big two-diamond stud piercing her navel, crossed silver ones in each n****e and the little gold ring glittering from her c******s (applied the same time as his own, much bigger ring) demanded recognition not so much for themselves but for the svelteness of that belly/setting, the opulence of those perfectly symmetrical breasts and the wildly enticing anomaly that Jennifer’s inner labia naturally protruded completely through the usually concealing outer folds.