*Isabella's POV*
My heart was hammering against my ribs, a frantic, excited rhythm. I looked from one to the other, their faces illuminated by the soft, dim light of the room, both wearing identical, predatory smirks that made my stomach clench.
"What... where is here? What are we doing here?" I asked, my voice a little breathless.
"We're gonna play the game," Damien said, his voice a low, dangerous purr as he started walking towards the bed, towards me.
A slow, confident smile spread across my own face. "I don't know why you keep trying," I said, a challenge in my tone. "I always win this game. You can't fool me. I know my boys."
As I spoke, Damien reached the edge of the bed. He leaned over, his movements slow and deliberate, and slipped a soft, silk blindfold over my eyes, plunging me into a world of darkness and heightened sensation. We'd played this before, in my room. I had a sleep mask on then, and I slept with them, and at the end, I had to guess which was which. Last time, they'd tried to trick me, pretending to be the other one. Jacob had managed to be rough for the most part, but he was still sweet as hell, and Damien had pretended to be sweet, but he manhandled me just like he always does. It was a piece of cake to win.
"We're gonna do it differently though," Jacob's voice came from my other side, a low, teasing rumble. "A catalyst will be added."
"Catalyst?" I asked, a nervous flutter in my chest. What the fuck was he talking about?
"Let's just call it external stimuli," Jacob said, his voice full of wicked amusement.
"Huh?" I asked, completely lost.
"Our favourite toy," Damien's voice whispered right next to my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver straight down my spine.
"Oh, and you won't get to touch us this time," Jacob added, his voice a low, teasing rumble from my other side.
"Wh-what?" I asked, my head turning in the direction of his voice, the blindfold making me feel disoriented, a little lost.
"It's an unfair advantage, doll," Jacob added, his tone full of a wicked amusement that sent a fresh jolt of arousal straight through me.
With that, I felt something soft and fluffy encircle my right wrist. It wasn't harsh or cold; it was... plush. A soft 'click' echoed in the quiet room, and then my left wrist was secured in the same way. My hands were gently but firmly pulled above my head, and I heard another soft click as they were attached to something else – the solid wood of the headboard, I realised.
The fucking bastards.
My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic, excited rhythm. I was completely at their mercy. The inability to move, to touch, to even anticipate their next move based on sight... it was intoxicating.
The darkness behind the blindfold was absolute, a thick, velvet blackness that made every other sense scream with awareness. The only sounds were my own ragged breaths and the frantic, frantic thumping of my own heart. I could feel their presence, two separate heats on either side of the bed, a silent, menacing energy that made my skin prickle with anticipation. My wrists, secured in the fluffy cuffs, were stretched above my head, a dull, constant ache that was a thrilling reminder of my complete and utter helplessness.
I heard it then. A soft, distinct rip of a foil packet. A condom wrapper. My pussy clenched in response. The mattress dipped to my right, the weight of a knee sinking into the soft bedding. He was close. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, smell his clean, masculine scent. He was hovering over me, a silent, powerful presence. I held my breath, waiting for his touch, for the first press of his skin against mine.
Instead, a low, sudden hum vibrated through the room, a soft, electrical buzz that made me jump.
Before I could even process what it was, a firm, rounded object was pressed against my slick, swollen folds. I let out a sharp gasp. It wasn't him. It was... plastic. Smooth. A fucking vibrator.
The twin didn't say a word. Not a single fucking sound. He just plunged it deep inside me.
"Oh, fuck!" I cried out, my back arching off the bed as the intense, unexpected sensation flooded my system. He started moving it, slow, deliberate circles that had me seeing stars behind the blindfold. My hips bucked, trying to take more, to get some friction, but my hands were useless, tied above my head. I was completely at his mercy.
He found my clit with the vibrating tip, and my whole body jolted as if I'd been struck by lightning. He held it there, the pressure relentless, the intensity cranked up to a level that was almost painful, a sweet, exquisite torture.
"God, yes... right there... fuck, don't stop," I babbled, my words dissolving into incoherent moans. The pressure built and built, a tight knot of pleasure that was quickly becoming unbearable. My thighs started to shake, and I knew I was right on the edge.
"Please... please..." I begged, not even sure what I was begging for.
He answered my plea by pressing the vibrator harder, sending me flying over the edge. My orgasm shattered through me, a violent, all-consuming wave of ecstasy that left me screaming, my body convulsing and pulling against my restraints. I was a squirming, sobbing mess, completely lost to the sensation.
Just as I started to come down from the high, the vibrator was gone. The sudden emptiness was a shock. But only for a second.
Before I could even whimper in protest, he was on me, his body covering mine, his weight a welcome, heavy pressure. He positioned himself between my legs, and then he drove into me, hard and deep, with a single, powerful thrust that stole my breath.
A rough, bruising grip on my hip held me in place as he started to pound into me, a relentless, punishing rhythm that was completely different from the teasing vibrations. It was raw, primal, and utterly dominating. His other hand found my breast, his fingers twisting and pinching my nipple, sending sharp, jolting waves of pleasure-pain straight to my core.
"Fuck... fuck... oh god," I moaned, my head thrashing from side to side. I was so sensitive from my first orgasm, every thrust, every touch was amplified, a sensory overload that was quickly pushing me towards another peak.
He didn't say a word the whole time. The only sounds were my ragged cries, the slap of our skin meeting, and the low, husky groans that escaped his own lips. He was a machine, a force of nature, focused solely on my pleasure, on claiming me, on making me his.
The pressure built again, faster this time, a freight train of sensation barrelling towards me. His grip on my hip tightened, his fingers pinching my nipple almost painfully, and that was it. I came again, a second, even more intense orgasm that ripped through me, leaving me a boneless, trembling heap beneath him.
He thrust into me a few more times, his own release a shudder that ran through his entire body. Then, he stilled. He pulled out of me, and the mattress dipped as he climbed off the bed.
I lay there, panting, my body covered in a fine sheen of sweat, my mind a complete and utter blank. The cuffs were undone, my hands falling limply to my sides. The blindfold was still on. I had no idea who it had been. Jacob's playful teasing? Or Damien's dominating control? The silence from him was the final, mind-fucking twist. I didn't have a fucking clue.