Party of Four

The Black Box - Nica

After dinner, we took a brief walk by the river. The way the moonlight reflected off the water gave the night a dreamy, romantic feel. I was on cloud nine, walking between them, my hands in theirs. For our first Valentine’s Day, I couldn’t imagine a more perfect scenario.

On the way back to their house, I couldn’t stop staring at the ring on my hand. It was so stunning. Riley had explained that their mom put them in touch with a jeweler, and they worked together for weeks to create a ring that represented us.

The gems each had a teardrop cut, set in the shape of a triangle. A pink sapphire at the top, and amethyst and onyx at the bottom. Our favorite colors. The silver band was intricately carved to look like vines wrapped around each stone, little leaves in between them.

After I had left Alan, I’d swore I’d never get married again, but they made me almost want to reconsider.

The moment we were back inside the house, I grabbed Riley by his coat lapels and pulled him in for a kiss. His arms wrapped around my waist, hands resting on my back. When I pulled away, I couldn’t help smirking at the sight of my red lipstick smeared across his mouth. I turned to Cole and pulled him in for an equally passionate kiss. Now that we weren’t in a public setting anymore, I could be as affectionate as I wanted.

When I broke the kiss with Cole, Riley took my hand, leading me up the stairs to his room. Cole followed behind us. As he pushed open the door and we stepped inside, my breath caught. Rose petals were scattered across the bed while faux candles flickered, casting romantic shadows along the walls. Riley shrugged out of his coat while I took in the scene.

I was at a complete loss for words. No one had ever done anything like this for me before. It was like a scene out of a movie. “We have another gift for you,” Riley pointed at the black box on his night stand while he leaned against the wall to take his boots off.

I glanced between him and the box, then Cole, intrigued. Both of their faces were unreadable as I crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

“We don’t have to use any of it if you don’t want to,” Cole started as I placed the box in my lap. “We just thought it might be fun. It is Valentine’s Day, after all.” The smirk that pulled one corner of his mouth told me this wasn’t an ordinary gift. There definitely wouldn’t be any jewelry in here. At least, not the traditional kind.

“Oh…” I gasped softly, drawing the sound out when I removed the lid. The box held lace and silk blindfolds, silk restraints, and massage oils. Clearly they were hoping for a very intimate and sensual night.

I smirked as I brought my eyes up to them again.

“We figured you could choose between the silk and the lace, depending on your comfort level,” Riley explained as I pulled the blindfolds out. The lace would allow me to still see some, where the silk would completely obstruct my vision.

I held the lace up first, covering my eyes with it as I looked at Cole and Riley. I blinked beneath it, testing the way it felt, how much I could actually see through it. Then I tested the silk. It was soft and smooth, sliding against my skin like water. And it matched the restraints. I dropped the lace one back into the box, and held the silk blindfold out as I moved the box back to the table.

Cole took the blindfold from me and held it against my eyes as he tied it around my head. “Is that too tight?” he asked.

“No, it’s perfect,” I reassured him, my voice soft. My heartbeat was already beginning to pick up, anticipation building for what would come next.

Hands, presumably Cole’s, moved to my back, slowly unzipping my dress. I stood the tiniest bit, so that I wasn’t sitting on the skirt of it, and lifted my arms so it could be taken off of me. I was left sitting on the edge of the bed in my black lace bra, panties, and nylons, waiting, unsure of where either brother was. Then the bra was unhooked, the straps pulled down my arms as it was removed. Hands cupped my breasts and I gasped. They had already grown a cup size since I’d found out I was pregnant. They were firmer, and the n*****s far more sensitive. I sucked in another breath as thumbs brushed over my n*****s, circling them, rubbing them into hard little peaks.

“You’re so beautiful,” Cole whispered in my ear. I felt a knuckle under my chin, probably his, lifting my face towards him. Lips met mine, and I felt his beard, confirming my suspicion that it was him. I reached up, while I still could, and cupped his face in my hands as his tongue pressed past my lips. “Scoot back,” he directed, his voice still gentle, and I moved back to about where I thought the center of the bed might be.

My legs no longer hung off the side of the bed. I felt hands on my legs, turning me and pulling me to the spot they wanted me in. Then another gentle command from Cole, “Lay back.”

I did as instructed, slowly lowering myself back against the pillows. I tried to keep my breathing steady while my heart hammered away. I felt the bed dip on both sides as they both sat next to me.

Hands grazed my sides, moving up my body. They were in sync with each other, even as their fingertips traced the curve of my breasts, then up to my shoulders and down my arms. They both lifted my hands and I felt the silk restraints being tied around my wrists. Then slowly, my arms were being moved above my head, and the restraints were secured to Riley’s headboard. I bit my bottom lip, trying not to squirm in eager anticipation. Kisses were planted on either side of my neck and trailed back down, along my collarbones. Now I knew who was where, if only because Riley was clean shaven and Cole wasn’t.

Mouths closed over my n*****s and I gasped again. My body instantly reacted, arching slightly as I pressed against them. I felt a hand on my stomach, just below my ribs, gently pressing me back down onto the mattress. Tongues flicked and swirled around the n*****s as they kissed and sucked. I could already feel the heat pooling between my legs as I tried not to squirm.

They pulled away at the same time, and I couldn’t help wondering how much of this they planned, and how much was simply coincidence. How much of it was just them working so well together and knowing what would drive me crazy?

Hands continued down my body, fingertips grazing my legs. Through the nylon, their touches felt even more intense. Then their hands disappeared. I knew from their kisses, that Cole was on my left and Riley was on my right. So when a hand wrapped around my left ankle, pulling my legs apart, I could only assume it was Cole.

He let go of my leg, then I felt fingertips against my crotch. I moaned, my hips immediately reacting to the unexpected touch. The combination of lace and nylon covering me, separating me from their soft strokes intensified the sensation. I could feel my own wetness soaking through the thin fabrics, my p***y begging to be explored.

Then the hand was gone. I couldn’t help the whimper that passed between my lips. I wanted more. I needed more.

Then hands were at my hips. I wasn’t sure if it was one of them or both of them as fingers hooked under the waistbands of both undergarments. “Lift your hips,” another gentle command from Cole. I planted my feet into the mattress and lifted so they could pull them down my legs. Hands wrapped around my ankles, straightening my legs again. Then I felt more smooth silk being tied around them. My legs were pulled apart, wide, the restraints secured to the footboard. I was completely exposed to them and at their mercy.

They both got up from the bed and I bit back another whimper. I had no way of knowing what they were doing and every agonizing second of anticipation caused my arousal to grow. I felt like it was safe to say they were undressing, but I thought I heard the door open.

Then I felt it. The bed dipped again and I gasped, surprised at the warmth of the oil as it was dripped along my stomach and across my breasts. I wasn’t sure if this was Cole again, or if him and Riley had swapped places.

Gentle hands rubbed the oil into my body, moving up my stomach towards my breasts. My back arched, pressing into the touch. Hand rubbed and massaged, gently squeezing. Thumbs brushed over my n*****s. I moaned softly, giving in to the sensations.

More oil was dripped along my thigh, and it was hard not to pull against the restraint as hands massaged the oil in. Fingers would get so close to where I needed them, then work their way back down to my knee. Fingers traced up the opposite thigh, then disappeared, only to be replaced with the cold chill of an ice cube. The difference in sensations sent a spark through me and I moaned as the ice was dragged up my inner thigh.

The ice disappeared and more warm oil was dripped across my waist. Just as fingers began to rub the oil in, another ice cube circled my n****e, then the other. I sucked in a sharp breath, whimpering softly. The ice was dragged up between my breasts and along my neck as oil was rubbed lower and lower.

Fingers worked, rubbing oil into the soft mound between my legs, and down where my thighs met my hips, purposefully avoiding my center though. The ice was trailed along the edge of my bottom lip, and I gasped again in surprise. “Open,” Riley’s soft voice this time. I opened my mouth as he slid the ice inside, then used his fingertip against my chin to gently close my mouth.

They continued to tease while the ice melted in my mouth. All I could do is whimper, my body arching and squirming, reacting to each touch. Fingers continued to rub, tracing the lines created by the top of my thighs. “Please,” I whimpered once the ice had melted.

“Please what?” Cole asked, his voice tinged with amusement.

“I need more,” I murmured.

“More of what, kitten? Ice?”

“I need to be touched.”

“Where? You have to tell me exactly what you want. Daddy’s not a mind reader.”

“My p***y,” I felt my face warm at the admission, and I wasn’t quite sure why. “Touch my c**t and finger me. I need fingers in me.”

“Me or Riley?” he asked, continuing to tease.

“I don’t care who,” I whimpered.

Hands disappeared and I whimpered again, my body shaking with built up need. Then a hand was there, fingers stroking my folds, slow and deliberate. I had no idea who it was, and I was okay with that. He circled my c**t, and I moaned, long and low. He rubbed it with a firm yet gentle pressure. “Please,” I whimpered again as he drew his hand away. Then another gasping moan of shock and pleasure as a piece of ice was pressed against my c**t. My body shuddered in response.

The ice was dragged through my folds, and my hips chased the sensation. A cold finger circled my entrance, teasing before pulling away. It was brief, just a few seconds, and then it was inside me. Then a second finger, pumping in and out.

I moaned, my body melting into the mattress.

I felt a finger on my bottom lip, and this time Cole was telling me to open my mouth. I obliged as another ice cube was pushed past my lips. I could taste myself on it and couldn’t help the moan that sounded.

Their combined teasing has built up so much need in me, that I wasn’t surprised when my orgasm started to build so quickly. “Not yet, kitten,” I heard Riley’s voice from between my legs. He withdrew his fingers and I whimpered again.

Then his mouth was on me. His tongue dragged slowly up my folds and I moaned.

Hands were on my breasts again, thumbs and fingers maintaining my n*****s in hard little peaks.

Then Cole’s hand was cupping the back of my head, lifting it and turning my face to him. I felt the head of his c**k against my lips and I was opening my mouth before he even said the word. I whimpered and moaned around his shaft as Riley slid two fingers back inside me, thrusting them quickly as he kissed, sucked, and licked my c**t. I was so overwhelmed from the sensations, all I could was lay there letting Cole thrust into my mouth. He held my head steady, cupping the back of my neck too so that I was comfortable. I relaxed my throat, sucking when I could as he maintained a steady rhythm. He pushed deeper, and I moaned, unsure if it was a result of Riley’s ministrations or the fact Cole was using me for his pleasure.

The moment Cole’s precum hit my tongue, I could barely focus on what Riley was doing. I pressed my tongue to his shaft and hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard as he pulled back, then thrust forward again. His other hand tangled in my hair, pulling lightly, and I moaned against him. His c**k twitched in my mouth and I sucked hard again, urging him to come. “Swallow every drop, kitten,” he commanded, his voice husky with desire. “I’d hate to have to punish you tonight.” The thought of him spanking me or putting me on my knees while blindfolded sent another shock of excitement through me and I felt myself start to tighten around Riley’s fingers while I swallowed drop after drop. I moaned again, sucking as he continued to thrust, the warm liquid hitting the back of my throat and filling my mouth.

“Not yet, kitten,” Riley purred, withdrawing his fingers.

I whimpered at the loss of sensation, causing a mix of saliva and c*m to drip out the corner of my mouth. When Cole was done, he pulled free of my mouth. Riley still wasn’t touching me again. Cole gently laid my head back on the pillows. My chest heaved as I panted, trying to catch my breath.

“Oh, kitten,” I heard Cole’s faux disappointed voice, then his thumb at the corner of my mouth. “You spilled,” he informed me, smearing the saliva/c*m mixture across my bottom lip. “What will I do with you?”

Excitement and a new anticipation flooded my body. I could feel myself getting wetter.

“I think she likes being punished,” Riley pointed out. “Look how wet she gets just from hearing the word. Punished,” he dragged it out the second time, and this time my legs did pull against my restraints, trying to create any kind of friction to find relief as I whimpered.

I felt the tension in the restraints release, then I was gently being rolled onto my stomach. Hands were on my legs, pushing my knees up underneath me so that my butt was in the air. My breath caught as my arms were pulled to my sides and my wrists tied to my ankles. I felt even more exposed and vulnerable than I had when they had me spread out across the bed. Instinctively,I pressed my legs together. “Nope,” I felt a hand between them and heard Cole’s voice. Then my legs were being pushed apart, my knees sliding across the sheets with ease. “You’ll have relief when I say,” he murmured. “Until then you’re ours to look at and do what we want with, understand, kitten?”

“Yes, daddy,” I nearly moaned, feeling my arousal running down my inner thigh. I didn’t know what it was that brought this side out of Cole, but I loved it.

“Now, I’m going to give you ten smacks, and I want you to count each one. If you mess up, I’m starting over. Understand, kitten?”

“Yes, daddy,” this time I did moan the words.

He dragged his fingers through my soaking wet folds and I moaned again, then he delivered the first smack. “One,” I counted, voice husky with need already. He rubbed the spot, then delivered the second smack. “Two.” Fingers teased my c**t and circled my entrance, my body shuddered before the next smack came. “Three,” I counted, craving more. A hand traveled along my spine, and my body tried to press into the touch before the next smack. “Four.” Two fingers pushed into me at the same time Cole’s hand sent another sting across my ass cheek. “Five,” I moaned.

Fingers pumped into me, hard and fast, curling inside me as the smacks continued, almost overwhelming me. “Six…Seven…Eight…” I moaned each number.

I was almost disappointed that the punishment was about to come to an end. Then I felt a thumb press against the puckered hole of my ass at the same time Cole’s hand collided with the cheek. Involuntarily, I moaned instead of counting. “That didn’t sound like a number, kitten,” Cole reminded me, recognizing that the intense pleasure he was creating was becoming too much.

“Nine,” I managed, unsure if it would satisfy him or if he would start over.

His thumb pressed harder, teasing, just barely pushing past the resistance, and it took everything I had to not push my hips back against him. Another smack. “Ten,” I breathed, my legs shaking. “Please, daddy…”

“Please what, kitten? Remember I’m not a mind reader.”

“I need to be f****d. I want to be fucked.”

“Me or Riley?”

“I don’t care. Both? I just need someone inside me.”

His hands left me, and I was left panting and shaking, waiting for any touch. I knew it was a calculated move on his part. Taking time so that I wouldn’t know who’s c**k teased my entrance. Hands were on my hips, pulling me back so they were sheathed completely inside me. I cried out, grateful to finally be filled. They made a couple of slow thrusts, then stopped, pulling back all the way to the tip, but not leaving me completely.

The hands that were on my hips slid over the gloves of my ass, spreading my cheeks further apart as lube was dripped between them. Then I felt a thumb circling the puckered hole. They were working together.

“Daddy, what…?” The words were lost on panted breaths.

Cole knew what I was trying to say though, and answered at the same time I felt another c**k pushing past the resistance of my ass. “You said you wanted both, right?” I cried out, barely able to hear him.

I was overwhelmed with pain and pleasure, the dual sensations of both of them inside me was something I’d never felt before, except for when they’d finger me together. I’d never felt this full before. Other than a little bit of teasing from their thumb or finger, I’d never had anything in my ass before.

“Are you okay?” Cole asked, despite that we had safe words and I hadn’t used any of them.

“Uh huh,” I barely managed to nod. Then, “Yes,” as I remembered Cole would need to hear the actual word before he was willing to continue.

Whichever one was in my ass started slow, small thrusts to help me get used to the sensation. Then when I was ready, they both started to move, working in tandem with each other. They found a rhythm, as one would draw back, the other thrust forward.

I moaned and screamed and whimpered, my senses flooded with pleasure. Aside from the newness of having a c**k in my ass, I was also overwhelmed by the fact I could feel them practically rubbing against each other, separated inside me only by the thin tissue of my walls.

My legs shook as I finally came, without permission. I didn’t care. They didn’t seem to care either. One hand squeezed my ass, the other held my hip. Fingers dug into me, hard enough that I would probably have bruises. I didn’t mind, I liked when they left marks. They continued, relentless, as if the s*x itself was punishment for coming before they said I could.

I’m not sure how many times I came before they finally did. First in my p***y, I felt the liquid dripping, even as they withdrew. Then the grip on my hips tightened, firmer, pulling me back into which ever c**k was in my ass. Another orgasm shook my body. My hips were pulled back again and held there as I felt their c**k twitching, their release spilling inside me. A head on my back. Riley, maybe? I didn’t feel a beard, just sweat-slick skin against sweat-slick skin. It didn’t matter anyways.

He pulled out, and after a moment, the restraints were undone. They helped me into a lying position, peeling off the blindfold as they both covered my face in kisses and whispered sweet nothings to me.