Page 23 of Locked in Wonderland

“Just looking,” said the other.

Without sight, their voices blended together until I couldn’t tell them apart anymore, and somehow that made the whole situation even stranger. I tried telling myself it didn’t matter, that this might actually be easier if I thought of them as one person. Yeah, right, my subconscious snorted. One man with two cocks.

A hand settled against my chest and guided me across the room. I had no idea whether they were moving me closer to the desk or farther from it. I’d already lost all sense of direction.

The hand lingered, its fingers lazily sliding toward the lacing of the leather vest, which exposed strips of bare skin beneath. Another hand landed on my thigh.

Then, suddenly, hands were everywhere.

My abdomen. My waist. My arse. My chest. And eventually, my crotch.

They stroked over the leather slowly, teasingly, touching and retreating only to return moments later. Or maybe they didn’t return. Maybe it was the other twin taking over. It was impossible to tell.

A thumb brushed over my lower lip, and I jerked my head back instinctively, earning low laughter in response.

This wasn’t going the way I’d expected.

I’d expected to be pushed to my knees and ordered to service them. Instead, I was being touched like something precious. Admired. Worshiped, almost. It was deeply confusing, especially because no matter how much my brain insisted the situation was bizarre, my body seemed perfectly happy with it.

A hand returned to my crotch, stroking the thickening length beneath the leather. “Let me suck you,” I said almost desperately. “Both of you.”

No answer.

“Come on,” I pressed, almost pleading now. “I’ll make it good.”

My logic was simple. If I blew them, this would end faster before I completely humiliated myself.

The leather trousers were already being unfastened, neither man paying the slightest bit of attention to what I was saying. With my hands cuffed behind my back, there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stop them.

My pretense of not being aroused became pointless once someone shoved the trousers down to mid-thigh. My stiff cock gave me away immediately.

One twin grabbed a handful of my bare arse and squeezed hard enough to make me inhale sharply. Had they lied about not wanting to fuck me? More concerningly, why had that thought become so much less abhorrent in such a brief space of time?

The soft click of a cap being opened sounded nearby.

Then a slick palm wrapped around my cock.

I groaned before I could stop myself while another hand—same twin, different twin, who the hell knew anymore?—cupped and fondled my balls.

He began stroking me slowly, the roughness of callused palms only making it better. I was going to come embarrassingly fast. I’d been wrong about the blindfold. It heightened everything until every touch felt amplified and impossible to ignore. I wasn’t even attracted to these men, yet somehow, they played me like an instrument they knew intimately.

Another hand slipped beneath the vest to toy with my nipples, and the combined stimulation of my cock, my balls, and my chest nearly short-circuited my brain entirely.

“Fuck!” I gasped.

The same word kept spilling out of me as the pressure built higher and higher. Then another sound pierced through the haze of arousal.

A door opening.

Footsteps crossed the room.

Someone else had just walked in.

Chapter Ten

I froze. Not that I’d been capable of much beyond helplessly arching into the relentless torment Zane and Zeke were putting me through, but every muscle in my body tightened all the same. “Is someone else here?” I asked, my voice rougher than I intended.

“Don’t worry about that,” one of them murmured.