Chloe continues trailing the cube down her twin’s body, Darla pants, then groans louder when she feels Chloe push the ice cube inside her and she hums and shuts her eyes. Not that she could see anyway due to the blindfold. She squirms and pulls at the restraints, but it’s futile. The helpless twin grinds into Chloe until the hand is pulled away and before Darla can dwell too much on the feeling of pain mixed with pleasure, she feels another harsh strike against her breasts.
Darla can already feel her achingly wet pussy become even wetter and not just because there’s an ice cube being thrust in and out. A loud moan rips from her mouth.
“You’re right. I am kind of a bitch, Dar,” Chloe purrs, pressing it to her twin’s clit.
“No. You aren’t a bitch ma’am,” she lies.
“Oh, but I am , slut,” Chloe continues, thrusting the ice cube harder, slamming it into her twin’s core as retribution for her insincere attempt at flattery. “I like hurting you. I like seeing you squirm. Love having you at my mercy, knowing you can’t cum until I let you.”
Chloe tuts . “If only you could see your hot little pussy, right now. All polite in how she’s begging me to reward her.”
“Ma-am…l-le-let me come,” her taut stomach trembles. She pulls against her restraints, so Chloe slaps the inside of Darla’s thighs, sending a rippling shockwave through the bound twin which makes her bite down hard on her sweat-covered lip.
“What would Mom say if she barged in here and heard you begging your twin to let you come?” By now the the ice cube has melted, and Chloe’s dried off her hand. She quickly brings it up to one of Darla’s nipples, giving it a harsh twist.
“Agghh.” Darla yelps, writhing furiously while simultaneously wanting more. Her pussy clenches around nothing while dripping on the bedsheets. She imagines Chloe staring at it with predatory eyes, the thought causes Darla to let out an involuntary, weak moan.
“I wonder if she knows about those times you joined Beca and me in the shower when we were visiting?” Darla whimpers when Chloe leans over to bite the shell of her ear, “Or if she knows Beca and I fingered you at the dinner table the night before our wedding rehearsal, surrounded by all of our friends and family?”
Darla remembers. How could she forget?
It’s a miracle they haven’t been caught yet, or if they have, nobody’s confronted them about it. Their parents are super open-minded, but something forbidden and taboo such as this would land them with restraining and no-contact orders.
Not that the twins would care. They’ll probably never stop doing this.
It’s too much fucking fun.
Suddenly, Darla jerks, her head falling back and smacking the headboard when she feels weight on her chest. Her head is suddenly locked in place, and the scent of pussy greets her nose.
Ohh .
Chloe’s positioned herself on her knees. “You are going to put that smart mouth to good use. I’m horny too. Do a good job and maybe I’ll let you cum, slut,” she didn’t give Darla a chance to respond before sharp nails are digging into the back of her scalp and her face is pushed into Chloe’s pussy.
The bound redhead starts slow. Tracing Chloe’s outer lips with her tongue. “Sh-shit,” she hears her twin curse. “Fuck, Dar.” It only takes her a moment to locate the domme’s clit with her blindfold still on, and almost immediately, she closes soft lips around it and sucks lightly. She feels rather than hears the throaty whimper that Chloe emits at the sensation, and she grins slightly at the reaction.
Chloe retaliates by clamping her thighs around her sister’s head. Chloe husks, “I like when I can hurt you and you beg for more. God, that makes me so hot.”
Darla nods.
She wants more punishment.
She needs more.
Chloe reaches up, gripping her white tank top and flinging it off, freeing her breasts.
“Ugh, ugghh, mmrph. Wanna see my-my tits, Darla. Want me to take off the, oh… fuck, right there ,” Chloe thrusts her hips forward, “…take off the blindfold so you can look at them while you get me off?”
“Y-” before Darla could speak, Chloe fists a handful of fiery red locks and pushes Darla’s face further into her center.
Darla groans at how delightfully unfair this is, but this was exactly what she wants. To have Chloe dominate her, break her, reduce her to nothing but a willing and obedient slave to whatever her domme desires from her, with no worries beyond obeying and pleasing her.
Her licks become more frantic.
“You’re such a g-ood pussy pleaser, pet,” she states, her breath ragged, squealing with pleasure. “Your tongue and my pussy are soulmates. They’re giving each other sloppy wet kisses. Oh, isn’t it wonderful, Dar?” Chloe cants her hips excitedly. No matter how many times they do this, their bodies respond harmoniously as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
And though she’s a little uncomfortable and her muscles ache, because Chloe has her subdued and helpless. Darla feels her anxieties burning away. Having her purpose reduced to one function allows the bound twin to focus on one task at a time. Darla realizes she hasn’t catastrophized once, this entire afternoon, since the scene and her submission began. The intrusive thoughts have seemingly been pushed out.
Darla wishes she could see Chloe. She loves watching her twin cum. The way Chloe’s eyes hood with lust. The way her teeth chew on her bottom lip seconds before she surrenders to a core-shattering orgasm.
Darla is the exact same way.
Darla feels the thighs beside her head tremble while she drags her tongue through Chloe’s desperate folds, lapping up her wetness. “Make me cum, slut,” she hears Chloe rasp. “Use-use your little whore t-t-ton-gue.”
The bound twin exerts all of her willpower to apply one long, powerful suck to her twin’s clit. Chloe moans and squeals with delight as she rides Darla’s face, holding onto her shoulders, forgetting how to breathe as she surges forward from an orgasm which decimates her body.
Like a good submissive, Darla laps up Chloe’s cum without having to be asked. She feels Chloe’s knees release her and slide down the bed so that they’re alongside her legs.
The bound redhead opens her eyes when she feels something soft against her mouth. Suddenly the blindfold is gone and Chloe was over her, offering Darla her breast.
No way she’s passing up an opportunity to suck on her favorite tits.
“That’s it, good girl,” Chloe coos.
Darla’s skin prickles upon feeling Chloe’s fingertips walk down her stomach towards her pussy. Darla gasps when Chloe pushes two digits in.
“Chloe…Ch-Chlo, fuck…yes.”
Chloe quickens her pace, inspiring Darla to suck harder. “I love that we get to have sex like this, Dar,” Chloe pants in her twin’s ear. “It’s brought us closer than ever before. Taught us so much about each other’s limitations, each other’s…gah,” Chloe moans as Darla bites her nipple lightly, “…bodies. Our strength. How we’re stronger together than apart.”
“You’re beautiful,” Darla looks away.
“Say it,” Chloe growls. “Only beautiful girls get to cum.”
She’s back on the beach only this time she isn’t alone and Chloe’s tits bounce in front of her face. Tears pool in her eyes, “I’m beautiful,” she squeaks.
“You are, and I’d be lost if I lost you, Dar. A part of me would die. I’m glad you called us instead of taking those pills,” Chloe stops kissing her neck to peer into her twin’s eyes. “Mmmmph-ughh,” Darla loses herself in Chloe’s cerulean eyes, beacons of trust and unwavering sincerity.
“The song you sing, it’s so beautiful,” Chloe murmurs, listening to her twin’s whimpers and moans, while fucking her into the sand. The same tidal wave re-appears, barreling towards them. Only this time she’s not apprehensive because Chloe’s with her, holding her.
“Wanna cum?” Chloe smiles.
“Please,” Darla nods desperately, “I’ve been so good.”
Chloe’s lips crash against her twin’s. The tidal wave collides with them as soon as Chloe swipes Darla’s clit. “Come, for me,” she feels her twin say into her mouth.
Darla clenches around Chloe’s fingers, she comes so hard she’s not sure she won’t just crack in two. She can’t breathe. Or see. Or hear anything but Chloe’s unintelligible words of encouragement distorted in her ears. She barely has time to reorient before Chloe’s pumping into her again.
Darla has never felt so treasured, so cherished. The headboard rattles, and Darla screams out orgasm after orgasm, Chloe thrusting like her life depended on it, until the domme collapses onto her twin’s chest into a sweaty heap, both twins panting heavily from the exertion.
Moments later Chloe’s strength returns, she reaches up and frees her twin from the restraints. Instead of massaging her wrists, Darla takes the opportunity to roam her hands all across Chloe’s soft sweaty back, pulling her tighter so she can claim her lips.
“Thank you,” Darla smiles. She scoots so that Chloe can rest on top of her for a minute.
“What do you need now?” Chloe asks, lovingly. She’s still resting with her head perched on Darla’s chest, but she means what she’s asking. There’s nothing she won’t do for her twin. Especially if it means saving her.
“Cuddles.” Darla mumbles, snuggling into her sister, “You kind of fucked me stupid…”
“Be sure to leave a review on Yelp.” Chloe jokes.
The two shift so that they are more comfortable but they never stop holding each other. Darla breaks the silence after several moments, “Tanya and the rest of the board can go to Hell!”
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