Igniting Her

Chapter Twelve

Asher stares at me, his eyes hungry, like a predator ready to demolish its favourite meal. His eyes twinkling with salacious intent and Lucas’ hands exploring between my breasts with unwavering purpose.

I thought my ‘okay’ would mean a flurry of touching and a rush to the peak of pleasure, but Asher just rubs up my neck, tantalizing slow, wearing an impish grin. “What will be your safe word, Bella? Believe me there may be times when you call stop and it will be the last thing your truly want, so you need a word to let us know if things become too much; a word you wouldn’t use regularly.”

My brain is a mess, as his fingers continue caressing my jaw, and Lucas explores the flesh of my abdomen with sure fingers. “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,” I blurted. What in the actual fuck, Natalia? I was internally smacking myself at the ridiculousness that spouted from my addled brain.

Asher’s smile softened, “Bella you can be truly adorable when you are flustered,” he chuckles, “but that might be too much of a mouth full for a safe word.”

“So pure and sweet,” Lucas hums in my ear before planting his hot lips on my shoulder. He is laving my flesh with his hot mouth and seductively massaging my chest, as I become an incoherent symphony of moaning and groaning.

I bite my lower lip, trying to suppress the lewd sounds that keep escaping me. I never understood when people said burning desire until this point; between the heat radiating from Lucas through my clothes and the searing lust rising in my body, I feel like I am combusting. My eyes flutter closed and all I can concentrate on are his firm hands and lips lighting every nerve ending in me with pleasure. I am shifting and squeezing my thighs searching for some friction to relieve the incessant throbbing in my core. Which only worsens when I feel his firm manhood pressed hard into my backside.

“Natalia,” Asher bites out snapping me to attention, his face serious with lust filled eyes. “I know Lucas is making it hard to concentrate,” with those words I feel Lucas grin into my neck, but he doesn’t cease, he keeps at my flesh like a starved man set on tasting every inch of my exposed skin. Lucas does pull his hands from within my shirt and instead trails his fingers along my thighs. “For now, you will us the traffic light safe words. Do you understand?”

“Wh-what’s that?” I barely understand my name at this point, let alone why we are talking about lights.

“If you like what is happening or how something feels,” Lucas hums as he runs his tongue up my throat to my ear and bites down hard on the lobe, causing me to gasp. The pain and pleasure melding so deliciously, “you would say green,” he purrs. “If you start to feel uncomfortable, you say yellow. When you are not enjoying something or it becomes too much, you say red and we will stop right away. Make sense Gattina?”

It sounded simple enough, so I nod my head. Instantly Asher squeezes my throat, “Words,” he demands and Lucas stops everything he is doing.

“Yes,” I breath out amazed I could even form the words.

Asher smiles deviously, “Good, Bella.” As soon as the praise left his lips, I am being lifted and laid across his lap. I am disorientated from the sudden movement but become all to aware when I feel Asher’s palm slowly rubbing circles on my ass. I never would have considered it one of my endogenous zones till this point, because through my thin pants, it feels like heaven. His other arm is laying across my back, bracing me to his lap and my breathing is ragged at this point from unadulterated lust.

Lucas moves to sit where my head is and puts it in his lap, so I am looking up at his strong jaw. “What colour are you Natalia?”

“G-ggreen,” I stutter out.

Thwack, Asher’s hand leaves a burning pain on my left ass cheek, that has me yelping and trying to lift myself from his lap. My efforts are fruitless as he holds me down with his one arm. “Can you tell me why I am punishing you, Bella?” Asher hums as his hand rubs soothing circles where he just struck me.

I shake my head emphatically, feeling confused as my pussy pulses from his assault on my ass. Two quick smacks land in the same spot as before, and I supress a scream as my breath shudders out of me. Lucas gently moves my hair from my face, “Words,” he coos to me.

“No, I don’t know,“ I blurt out, my mind going haywire with the message of pleasure coming from the spot where Asher hit.

I am shocked he hit me, almost angry at how bad it hurt but can’t deny how it is making my body react. “Mmm,” Asher murmurs as his palm returns to rubbing my sore ass cheek, “I am spanking you for denying Lucas and I the ability to protect you.”

“You are doing so good. Two more, Gattina,” Lucas purrs as he gently strokes my hair.

“Wha..” I start to protest but am cut short by Asher landing two more strong swats, right on target, the same spot. “Oh, god,” I moan out loudly as the pain runs straight to my core and drenches my panties. I am so wet at this point, my poor leggings are barely containing it all. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I am a hair breadth to climaxing from my ass being beaten. To say I am dumbfounded by my body’s reaction is putting it mildly. Asher lifts me effortlessly onto Lucas’ lap, so I am facing him, straddling his legs. He greets me with a proud smile, dimples and all. “What colour?”

“Green,” I pant hungry for the release I am so close to.

“Good my Bella,” Asher coos, embracing me from behind, his hand slipping to cup my sex. My hips start rotating trying to get the friction I need from him. He groans in my ear and I brace my hands on Lucas’ chest just to keep myself upright. “That sweet pussy is weeping, completely soaking through your leggings. You must be so close.”

That lascivious look I have associate with Asher is shining through Lucas’ sweet eyes, “Do you want to cum, Natalia?” he rumbles deep in his chest, as his strong hands start to move my hips to grind on his lap, never breaking eye contact.

“Please, yes please,” I whine, delirious with deep, burning need. I am so desperate it feels like I am pleading for my life.

The twins both groan at my words. Lucas pulls me even closer by my hips, making my pussy slide along his hard cock straining against his pants. I am a mess of moans sinking my nails into his chest, trying to anchor myself. He keeps running me over his jean clad dick, it feels better than sex with Jason.

Asher’s hands massage up my chest, the pressure firm as he rubs between my tits and up my collarbone caressing my neck. The delectable path he carves leaves my flesh craving more. His large, firm hands manage to encompass my ample breasts and with skilled fingers squeezes each nipple through my clothes sending a pulse straight to my clit. “You beg, so divinely,” he rasps before latching his teeth onto my neck. His mouth sucks and pulls my flesh hard, and I know there will be evidence purpling my skin later. The thought of him marking and claiming my flesh as his just spurs me on.

“Ahh, ah, oh, mmm. Yes,” I have no control over what flows from my mouth, my mind and senses submitting to Lucas and Asher’s whims. I toss my head back in ecstasy as waves of pleasure pulse through me, all converging on my pussy. They are masters of my body, working me higher and closer to my climax. My underwear are flooded to the point I have to be leaving smears on Lucas’ pants as he pushes and pulls me. I have no shame or thought to be embarrassed by the fluids gushing from me, I am just feeling.

“Yes,” Lucas hisses, “ride me Gattina.” He tosses his head back while his hands urge me on.

Asher’s lips travel up my neck and he finds the sweet spot behind my ear. The hickey he mars it with feels delicious, and possessive. My orgasms is right there, so close I can taste it. “Cum Bella,” Asher orders.

The dam bursts, “YES,” I scream so hard my throat burns. Stars flash across my eyelids, I have reached nirvana and it is truly a beautiful feeling. Instantly my body melts and slumps into Lucas. He pulls me in close with his muscled arms, making the embrace warm and comforting.

“Gattina,” Lucas whispers sweetly as he plants soft kisses into my hair.

Asher shifts beside us on the couch, and his hand finds its way to rubbing soothing circles on my back. “You did so well, Bella,” he praises planting a kiss to my temple.

I am warm and comfortable laid against Lucas’ chest and Asher’s presence close. Lucas’ cedar musk and Asher’s spicy cologne fill my senses, soothing me as I take deep gulps of air to calm my ragged breathing. My body is thrumming, basking in the after effects of my orgasm.

Finally calm, my brain slowly starts to function again and I realize they won the bet hands down. I look to Asher and he is relaxed, leaning against the couch, a wide happy smile brightening his face. My panties are uncomfortably wet and I can’t help but shift in Lucas’ lap.

“Do you want us to drive you to your car or do you want to go get cleaned up?” Asher asks, his voice low and calm.

“Cleaned up, please,” I croak my throat sore from all the sounds they pulled from me.

Without another word Lucas lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist and a hand cupping my ass to support me. He carries me up the stairs, while I wrap my arms around so my fingers can play with the hairs on the nape of his neck. Resting my head on his shoulder, admiring the small smile playing on his lips.

All too soon Lucas is sitting me on a cold countertop, causing me to whine when he pulls away. He bends over a deep bathtub and starts a flow of water, tossing in products I can’t decipher. I just lean back against the mirror and shiver from the cool surface or still coming down from my orgasm, I am not sure.

Asher comes in with an over sized shirt, boxers and a steaming cup. I quirk my brow as I look at the mug in his hand, “It’s tea for your throat, it must be sore after all the screaming you did,” he teases me with a wink.

My face is burning but I shoot him a glare, to try and cover my embarrassment. He just chuckles setting everything on the counter beside me and places a soft chaste kiss to my lips. Lucas comes and does the same, just before Asher sweeps me up and lays me into the warm bath that was filled.

Lucas brings me the tea, “Soaps are on the edge of the tub, there is a towel and cloth on the heating wrack,” he points above my head.

“Call us if you need anything, Bella,” Asher says just before closing the door behind him and his brother.

I sit in the tub, still dazed over everything they did to my body. Standing up, I gasp when I see my reflection in the mirror. Holy Fuck! My neck a mosaic of hickies and bite marks, my hair dishevelled, flying in all directions; I look well fucked despite never losing a single piece of clothing during the whole experience. Turning I can see redness spread across my left ass cheek and I find my fingers tracing it.

Laying down into the tub, my mind plays over everything that happened tonight. A night that started like a nightmare with Jason becoming someone I did not recognise, to receiving a mind blowing orgasm without losing a scarp of clothing.

Scanning the menagerie of bottle lining the tub, I grab a random shampoo and lather my hair with it. Asher’s scent envelopes me and I wonder if I am in his washroom. Next I wash my body, of the sweat and fluids I had been drenched with and find myself basking in Lucas’ cedar musk. Must be the only bathroom.

I stand and start to exit the bath, my legs still a little unsteady and the movement. I dry off with the warm towel, a simple luxury that has me wanting a towel warmer in my own home. The t-shirt Asher gave me is large and even with my ample body, reaches me mid thigh. In the mirror it seems baggy enough, hiding my bra free breasts enough that I can avoid wearing the damn thing all together. I eye the boxers, unsure if they will even fit. Whenever I would try to wear Jason’s clothes, because of my size, I never got the cute effect of wearing something oversized. Half the time his “baggy” items would be tight and uncomfortable.

My underwear and pants are not an option being soaked in my release, so begrudgingly I start to pull the boxers up my thunder thighs. They are snug, hugging my ass like a pair of tight spanx, but I could wear them. I made a mental note to buy a replacement pair, knowing I was surely stretching them out.

Hesitantly I pull open the bathroom door, holding my bundle of clothing, unsure of what I am supposed to do now. I find myself standing in a large open bedroom, with the bare minimum of furniture and a large Alaskan king size bed. Asher and Lucas are sitting on the beast of a bed, staring as I exit the washroom.

With one hand I start to pull the shirt down, self consciously trying to cover my legs more. It’s been more than a day since I shaved the damn things and I am sure they can see the stubble littering my massive legs. I worry they will be disgusted by the sight of me so exposed and regret what we did. Low self-esteem was a bitch that can suck the good out of any situation, even a fucking orgasm from these two.

Frozen in my spot at the door frame, I start shifting from leg to leg, unsure of what I am supposed to do next. In the back of my brain I figure they are expecting some reciprocated pleasure for what they did, which makes me even more nervous. Men who can work a woman’s body like them are used to skilled temptresses and I really did not think that was a standard I could meet, plus there was two of them.

Like an saving grace, Lucas stands, slowly coming towards me. His smile big and sweet, making my stupid chest organ flutter, “Let me take those,” he suggests gesturing to my arm full of clothing, “I will put them in the wash and by the time you leave they will be clean and wearable again.”

“Oh, thanks,” I mumble my gratitude, a little uncomfortable to not have the arm of clothes to cover me anymore. Lucas leaves the room and with a simple throat clear, Asher has my entire focus.

“Come talk with me, Bella,” he emphasizes by patting the bed beside him. I can’t help but hesitate thinking he is going to ask who beat me, again. “Don’t be shy,” he urges with a gentle smile.

My feet move me to the spot he patted before my brain can put a thought into it. Sitting beside Asher, I fidget with the hem of the shirt, pulling it down to cover more of my exposed skin.

Asher places his hand over mine to cease the nervous behaviour. “Relax, Natalia. You have nothing to be nervous about, I just want to clarify things now that your mind should be more focussed,” he grins like a Cheshire cat at his words, while I fight the urge to roll my eyes.

“The wager was in our favour, so I do hope you will keep your word and consider being our bambina. With that being said, neither Lucas or I can stand the thought of someone hurting you,” I go to open my mouth and say what I am not sure but Asher silences me with a gentle finger to my lips. “You obviously feel some sense of loyalty to this person, so I will not ask who did it at this point. But, if it occurs again, I will not let it slide again; Lucas and I both have agreed to let you keep the secret for now. Know that despite his soft and caring nature, if this person hurts you again, they will see the nastier side of him and I. Do you understand?”

I start to now my head, but with the quirk of Asher’s brow, “Yes, I understand and it sounds fair.”

“Good, Bella,” Asher praises, making a tiny flutter form in my chest. “For tonight, you can sleep in here. It is a guest room,” he gestures to the plain room. “Do you wish to sleep alone, to gather your thoughts or would you like Lucas and I to keep you company in bed?”

The thought of sleeping with the two men was a tantalizing option, but I wasn’t sure I could actually handle it. “Alone please.”

“As you wish,” Asher smiles brightly no hint of anger or resentment at my choice. “Sleep well, Bella,” he murmurs into my hair as he places a kiss there.

As soon as he leaves I scurry under the soft white duvet, and let out a relaxed sigh as I sank into the fluffy pillows. The whole situation didn’t even feel like it was real. Two men come out of no where, giving me more pleasure, caring and understanding than my ex did in four years. Asher and Lucas are only asking me to consider being with them but self doubt has me wondering if I can even handle what that entails. I know I am walking the path that has me falling for them, hard, and enjoying everything about them. That little voice in my head reminds me they will realize I am just boring vanilla and not what they want. That might be the final nail in my coffin. Can I enjoy what they give and survive when they are done with me?