Falke’s Captive

“Small town.” Reidar winked at her.

“Where’s your room?” Kelan asked.

“Second floor. 201.”

They headed for the wide set of wooden stairs, letting her lead the way, though Kelan never released his grip on her, almost as if he thought she might run away.

Not a chance of that!

When they reached her room, Kelan said, “Where’s your key?”

She reached for her pocket with her free hand, but Reidar grabbed her wrist, startling her.

“He asked you where it was, not for you to get it.”

She raised her eyes to him. “Left pocket.”

He gave a nod and reached into her pocket. Her breath snagged in her throat, and she nearly choked because of the intimate contact. He withdrew the keycard from her pocket and let go of her wrist.

“Before we go any further,” Kelan said, drawing her attention from his brother, “have you ever used a safe word?”

Eyes wider, she shook her head.

“Dart,” Reidar suggested, making Kelan roll his eyes and her chuckle. “I don’t think she’ll forget it.”

No, Reidar was right about that.

“All right,” Kelan said. “Dart is your safe word. Use it if you need to, but know that if you do, we’ll stop, and this ends.”

Whatever this was, she wasn’t ready for it to end, so she nodded. “Okay.”

Reidar opened the door, stepping in and to the side so she and Kelan could enter.

“I…uh…”

“Shh,” Kelan coaxed, removing her glasses and handing them to his brother without releasing her from his intense gaze.

Okayyy… She could still see him up close and crystal clear. Things in the distance were another matter.

A somewhat fuzzy Reidar went straight to the low dresser against one wall, set her glasses down and opened the top drawer.

“What are you—” Kelan clapped his free hand over her mouth. “I said, hush. No talking unless we tell you to.”

What the hell? Had she made a mistake trusting these two?

She made a face and tried tugging away from Kelan, but he pulled her back hard against his chest. Though she squirmed, he didn’t let go.

“Don’t chicken out now, hon,” Kelan said, and she heard the amusement in his voice.

“Not a chicken,” she said, her words muffled behind his hand. But she wanted answers for his sudden overbearing attitude, even if his body felt way too good for comfort.

His lips against her ear, he reminded her, “First experiment, our sweet scientist. Can you behave and do as you’re told?” He nipped her lobe, and his voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “You’ll be so pleased when you do.” The emphasis he placed on pleased lent itself to vast possibilities. And his added, “We’ll make sure of it,” turned them into promises that left her mute.

In the third drawer Reidar scrounged through her underwear, finally lifting out a lacy thong.

“This’ll have to do. She doesn’t have any stockings.”

Why the hell would she have stockings? She was on a scientific trip here, not some Club Med holiday. And what was he going to do with her thong? Those were her special get-lucky undies. She hadn’t been sure until right this second why she even brought them.

“You won’t mind us getting a little kinky…now will you?” Kelan’s deep whisper in her ear sparked goose bumps across her flesh and made her sex moisten.

Kinky… She loved the sound of that. When she answered by pushing her butt against him, his husky chuckle made her insides quiver.

Reidar approached with her thong, and Kelan spun her around, removed her purse from across her chest, dropped it to the floor and wrapped both arms around her.

She’d been right. No mistake about it. They weren’t interested in her possessions. They were here for her.

Before she could react, Kelan’s mouth was on hers, and Reidar had hold of her hands, pulling them behind her back and binding them with the thong.

For a fleeting instant she fought, but Kelan’s tongue swiped into her mouth, and she forgot why she would ever want to fight either of these two. His kiss was harder, more demanding, than Reidar’s had been, and even more arousing. It made her tingle and pulse from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. She melted against his chest, tilting her head back so he could deepen the contact.

And then Reidar’s hands were around her waist, up under her shirt, against the flesh of her stomach, grazing the underside of her breasts. He pressed his chest against her back and nipped that sweet spot between neck and shoulder, and she cried out. Kelan swallowed the sound as he brought his hands up to cup her face.

Oh, God, she was going to pass out from the eroticism of this moment. Of these big men surrounding her.

Reidar’s crotch pressed against her bound hands, and she felt the hard bulge there. The heat…He desired her as much as she wanted them. She could barely keep up with the tempestuous sensations bombarding her body and mind. They consumed her.

The button of her shorts popped. Ziiippp. Someone was…The shorts dropped to the floor.

Shit, she was wearing ugly underwear. The pale pink pair with bleach spots. Why hadn’t she put on the thong? What did it matter? Warm caresses sent her panties sliding after her shorts, which made her whimper into Kelan’s mouth.

He teased her tongue with his and nipped her bottom lip. When he pulled back and broke contact with her, Reidar lifted her tank top and pulled it over her head, but he left it around her upper arms, trapping them.

Kelan looked down at her chest, drawing her own gaze there, as Reidar set to work on the half dozen hooks on the front of her bra.

“Nice,” Kelan murmured when Reidar spread the bra and exposed her breasts.

Her face heated, and her nipples puckered in the air-conditioned room.

“Mmm-hmm,” Reidar said, cupping her breasts and lifting them in his palms. “Real nice.”

She didn’t know what to do, so she stood there, trying not to be self-conscious. Her breasts were large, more than filling Reidar’s hands, and Kelan seemed to enjoy watching the motion of their jiggling as Reidar toyed with their weight.

“Fucking hot,” Kelan said, his palms on the move from her hips, down and around to cup her ass.

Then Reidar’s thumbs flicked her nipples, and she jumped at the bolt of arousal that shot straight to her pussy.

“Sensitive,” Reidar muttered in her ear. “That’s good.”

It felt good, and she wanted him to do it again, but he released her, and before she knew it, Kelan lifted her into his arms and carried her to the king-sized bed, where he laid her down.

“Don’t move.”

She did adjust herself, to take some pressure off her bound arms, but then she lay still, her shorts and underwear around her ankles, trapped by her hiking boots.

Kelan moved to her feet and started unlacing her boots. She turned her head to look for Reidar, but Kelan smacked her thigh.

“I said, don’t move.”

It hadn’t hurt, but it got her attention. She frowned at him. “I was just—” Another slap to her thigh, this one hard enough to smart. “And no talking, either.”

She jackknifed into a sitting position. “Now wait just a damn—” Kelan grabbed her right arm and leg and flipped her onto her face. A sharp slap stung her left buttock.

“Hey,” she cried.