Theirs: Series I (4 page)

Jason pressed the top half of my body down on to the sheet squashing
my breasts in to it

“Face down little one,” he ordered and I found myself instantly
obeying.

I wasn’t sure why I did but it was the commanding tone in his
voice.
 
I found it hard to resist
and every time one of them spoke to me that way I dampened heavily between my
thighs.
 
It felt natural to be told
what to do, not like Thomas had done but to be guided with loving intentions in
obedience was pleasurable and deeply arousing.
 
I was beginning to crave their rule over
me.

The nagging doubting voice in the back of my mind would try its best
to remind me of my apparent error in judgment and thinking.
 
I knew that when I lay alone in the dark
thinking like I did every night it would become angry and berate me.
 
I only hoped my anger at myself would
not erupt in to physical punishing torment as it had done recently.

With determination, I closed the voice down and prepared to receive
my first spanking wondering how much it would hurt.
 
I would take my punishment with dignity.

Jason moved off the side of the bed while Marcus continued to lie
next to me stroking his fingers through my hair.
 
But they were removed when Jason caught
the back of my straight bob up in to a
pony tail
and
gently tugged it to force my head up.
 
Never had I felt so subservient and at a man’s mercy.
 
I prayed my new Daddy would take care of
me.
 
He gently pressed his palm in
to the middle of my back.

“Take a deep breath and then let it out slowly for me, darling,” he
said in his deep melodic American voice.
 
It caressed over my fear as he made me repeat my breaths three times them
took his soothing comforting hand from my back.
 
A whoosh of air sounded through my ears
and the first strike of his hard male palm made contact with my bare bottom.

I wailed against the tie in my mouth and tried to put my head down
but Jason was pulling my head up firmly by the ponytail he used to steady me
for my spanking.
 
The second slap
came and it felt harder and more potent than the first.
 
My flesh jumped, wobbled and scorched
against his hand.
 
Tears sprang from
my eyes and I began to whimper and cry like a baby.
 
He continued and I was surprised to find
so much emotion come out of me.
 
I
cried and cried, every spank releasing some painful emotion I needed to be rid
of.
 
By the time he was finished I
was sobbing.
 
He lowered my head
back down and smoothed his palm comfortingly over my burning soreness before
bending to kiss the pain on one buttock away.
 
Then he moved back on the bed beside me
covering my naked body in the top sheet.

Marcus was already cuddling
me,
trailing
soothing butterfly kisses along my back and hair after turning me over on to my
side.
 
Jason joined him in stroking
my cheek and kissing my forehead.

“Good girl, get that emotion out.
 
You did well, baby girl,” Jason
whispered.

Both men lay down flat and making sure the sheet was tucked around
me and removed my gag and bindings.
 
They moved their arms around me on top of the sheet and held me,
pressing their bodies protectively close.

“This is your safe place, little girl, between us.
 
When you are fearful or upset we will put
you to bed and hold you until you feel safe and loved again.
 
I have a feeling this is going to be a
long journey for you, Kitten.
 
There
is a lot of pain to come out.
 
We
will help you heal,” Marcus’s informed me in a concerned tone kissing my
shoulder. “Now sleep, then we will make love to you and seal our agreement.”

I woke from a comfortable slumber a couple of hours later.
 
I hadn’t felt this relaxed for a very
long time.
 
The feel of the silk
sheets caressing my naked body underneath them was arousing.
 
I moved sensuously against the material
moaning softly at the
new found
peace and safety I
felt.

To my surprise I was not alone in the room.
 
On one side of the bed Jason sat on a
chair and on the other side Marcus was doing the same.
 
I was guarded on both sides and any
fleeting ideas I had of just slipping out of the room so I wouldn’t be a
further burden to them were completely out of the question.
 
I remembered their words earlier.
 
They must have been watching over me as
I slept.

I belonged to them now and I was under their protection whether I
wished it or not.
 
Willingly I had
given myself to them and there was no going back.
 
The very idea made me feel a little
nervous but the small amount of dampness slickening the tops of my thighs
between my legs betrayed my arousal and acceptance at being owned by them both.

They were talking in whispered voices and hadn’t yet seen I was
awake.
 
Marcus was looking at
something on a tablet.
 
I decided to
listen in and see what they were talking about in earnest and closed my eyes
tight faking sleep.

“I thought she was waking up there,” Jason said standing up over me,
pausing their conversation.

I felt the caress of his fingers on my cheek.
 
Every time one of them touched me warm
softness covered my body like a nurturing blanket and I became naturally pliant
and obedient to their wishes.
 
I
wanted to obey them and reap the delicious rewards they would bestow on me for
being a good girl.
 
It was fast
becoming a strange compulsion and I could not fathom the reason for its
existence.
 
But it was there and
strong.

Jason leaned over me and brushed his lips across my forehead.

“Poor, little girl, in so much pain.
 
Daddy will look after you.”

Marcus was suddenly on his feet.
 
I heard him walk over the bed and
through my close lids I saw his shadow descend over me before a second caress,
this time from Marcus’s fingers through my hair.

“Both of your Daddies will look after you and see to your every
need.”

I wanted to smile at the jealousy the twin brothers were
displaying.
 
There was no
need,
I was captivated by them both.
 
They were like two separate halves of
one whole with their own characteristics that only served to compliment each
other.
 
I had been able to see that
even though I had only known them a very short time.

“She reminds me of mother and the way our father used to treat
her.
 
That’s what went through my
mind when I saw him shouting at her in the shop.
 
Is it the same for you?” Jason asked.

Marcus’s voice was somber when he spoke.

“Yes she does.
 
He is
going to come looking for her.”

“I know.
 
We are going to
have to protect you from that lousy husband of yours, little one,” Jason told
me still believing I was asleep.

“We won’t let you end up like our mother,” Marcus said continuing to
stroke his fingers through my hair.
 

I could hear real pain behind their words.

“I am so glad we found her.
 
She’s everything I . . . we want, delicate, fragile, beautiful.
 
So very beautiful.
 
I can’t wait to be inside her,” he said.

“I feel the same way.
 
Who gets to take her first?” Jason was determined to be first.

I could hear it in his dominant tone and he clearly expected his
brother to capitulate.
 
Marcus gave
a small laugh.

“You always believe you have first right to everything as the
oldest.
 
You were born three minutes
before me.”

I felt the touch of Jason’s fingers on my cheek again.

“Maybe we should fight for the privilege?” he spoke softly but there
was possessive menace lacing his tone.

Marcus laughed again.

“I wouldn’t do that to her.
 
I don’t want her to wake up seeing us fight for the right to mount and
claim her first either verbally or physically.
 
I think she has seen enough of that.
 
I will allow you to go first, older
brother,” he finished sarcastically.
 
“Just by going first does not mean you will get to capture all of her
heart.”

“Thank you.
 
I want to
establish some of my own rules I want her to abide by in her submission.
 
I want total obedience from her.
 
I won’t settle for anything else.
 
The last time we did this it didn’t work
because we did not establish our own boundaries for our submissive and she left
because we confused her.
 
Elizabeth
is too precious a find to lose.
 
This has to be done properly or not at all,” Jason answered sternly.

“I agree.
 
Did you ring
the police about her husband?”

“No.
 
I have sent two of
our security team out to find out where he is and watch him.
 
I don’t want him coming anywhere near
her.
 
If he is anything like father
he won’t give up trying to find her and dragging her back.
 
Remember this was how it all started,
the verbal fights and then it got physical.
 
We can’t let this happen again.
 
But it is up to Elizabeth if she wants
us to call the police.
 
This can be
part of her recovery, actually understanding what he is doing to her and taking
responsibility.
 
We can protect and
guide her but she needs to initiate her recovery from abuse.”

“We will help her every step of the way.
 
Now let’s wake her,” Marcus was
impatient.
 
“I want to begin her
submission training.
 
We need to
make her wear a collar.
 
I want to
see her in one as soon as possible.
 
There is nothing more delectable than a woman kneeling naked in a collar
at your feet.”

He paused,
 
“But like I
said, you can take the lead on this occasion but don’t dare to try and push me
out or I will come down hard on you.
 
Do you understand, Jason?”

The threat was clear and I dampened more at the notion of feeling
possessively owned by the two alpha brothers who fought for the right to mount
me and make me their own.
 
But I couldn’t
help feeling a little perturbed at the idea of wearing a collar and
kneeling.
 
Could I really allow
myself to do that?
 
Wasn’t that more
abuse?
 
I wasn’t sure in my mind yet
my body had other ideas.
 
It melted
and breathed
a
unconditional yes to being harnessed in
a collar and made to submit at the brothers’ feet.
 
Had this always been in me?

“Yes, I think it is time she was awake or our little Kitten won’t
sleep very well tonight.

I kept my eyes closed wondering how I was about to be awoken.
 
Marcus’s shadow moved away and I heard
him sit down in the white padded chair on the other side of the bed to watch.

Jason sat down on the side of the bed.
 
I held my breath when I felt the sheet
they had covered me in for sleep like a baby being gently lifted.
 
The seductive brush of his hand on my
thigh signaled the beginning of my training.
 
He circled his fingers on my thigh and
moved to the side of one round buttock.
 
Unable to help myself my body shifted lifting and separating my thighs.

“Good girl, nice and wide for me,” he whispered still believing I
was asleep.

His palm flattened and I felt the heat that still pulsed from
spanking before I was put to bed for sleeping warm his hand.

“Such a lovely bottom.
 
Not a skinny boney one.
 
Just
perfect.
 
I love the sound it makes
when you slap it.
 
Time to wake up.”

Jason’s voice was a smooth velvet whisper and it matched his caress
that moved from my bare bottom round over one silky thigh to plunge
downwards.
 
His stroke through the
plump wet folds of my sex was expertly executed and designed to heavily arouse.

“Already wet, little girl,” he said with surprise.
 
“I wonder if our little kitty has
already stirred and woken.
 
Perhaps
she is feigning sleep so she can eavesdrop on us.”

My heart began to thud.
 
I felt another spanking coming on and I feared for my already burning
bottom.

“Let’s see if I am right.”

My eyes flew open when Jason’s hand left my vagina and in one fluid
moment pulled the sheet from the bed to expose my naked body to both brothers’
eyes.
 
My hips bucked upwards
thrusting my pussy in to the air and Jason was quick to take advantage.
 
He cupped the wet
v-shape
and spanked it hard with his hand making me yelp out loud.
 
Two more perfectly aimed slaps that
caught the tip of my clit were to follow.

He leaned over me to hold my shoulder and keep me firmly down in the
bed so I could not prevent him from disciplining me, spanking my sex some
more.
 
Marcus stood up to watch, an
amused smile curling his sexy lips.
 
His eyes appeared taken with the way my breasts bounced on my chest with
each firm swat.
 
My yelps blossomed
in to pants and surprised moans of pleasure.

The strikes had stung at first.
 
But the brief sting of pain had begun to be followed by drenching
wetness that was now coating his palm.
 
Jason ended my short punishment by cupping my pussy and squeezing
it.
 
I started to ache with need.

Jason leaned over me again, his lips inches from mine.

“I think it is time you learned some of my rules, darling girl.
 
No eavesdropping.
 
There is no need for it.
 
Marcus and I will share everything with
you.
 
We will keep nothing from you.
 
We both want your full submission to our
own distinctive rules as well as joint ones we will make.
 
We need you to fully trust us for this
relationship to work.
 
I can
understand you have probably been used to hiding, anticipating and fearing with
your husband and found need to eavesdrop on him to work out his next move with
you for the sake of protection, but you will need to cultivate trust in
us.
 
We will never abuse it.”

I stared at him, watching his lips move closer.
 
He smiled watching me taking a breath to
calm my excitement at his closeness.
 
His middle finger in the hand that so firmly held my pussy pushed at the
entrance to my channel and then penetrated it.
 
My body rose up against his hand.

I hadn’t spoken yet and it was clear he was waiting for me to
confirm that I had understood him.

“Yes, I understand.”

“Yes, I understand, Daddy,” he corrected.

I licked my bottom lip feeling it dry with a small amount of
nervousness.
 
Jason seemed
mesmerized by the action.

“Yes, Sir,” I said demurely, my eyelashes involuntarily fluttering
at the strength of his dominance and the pleasure he was creating with the
thrust of his finger in and out of me.

“Good girl,” he whispered kissing me gently.
 
“Now, I think it is time you showed us
you are ready to submit.
 
You seemed
to sleep well.
 
Is that true?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He nodded with approval.
 
His dark brown eyes bored in to me.

“Stand and kneel at my feet, little one.”

I took another breath not sure if I could do as he asked.
 
Jason took his finger from my sex and
shocked me by slipping his finger between his lips to taste me.

“Very nice,” he smiled sucking at his finger.
 
“I look forward to tasting more of you.”

He stood and lifted my hand in to his tugging on it gently to pull
me up from the bed.
 
Jason led my
naked body away from the bed as though parading me.
 
The simple act made me feel like a
Queen.
 
The twin billionaire
brothers cast their eyes upon my small curved form with appreciation making me
blush.
 
I’d never had any confidence
in my body always feeling afraid and ashamed of my form.
 
Jason and Marcus surprised me.
 
I pictured them with a tall thin blonde
on their arm certainly not someone like me.
 
Yet here I was naked before them.

Jason smiled and brought my hand to his lips when we reached a space
in the floor next to the sofa and chairs at the side.
 
He kissed it.

“Kneel,” he commanded with a firm voice pointing his finger at the
floor.

I looked downwards at it.
 
A part of me wanted to bolt from the room.
 
What was I getting myself in to?
 
But deep down I didn’t want to
leave.
 
There was a strange
compulsion in me that wanted nothing more than to submit and kneel at his feet.
 
My body felt warm and pliant as though
it was melting at the command I had been given.
 
There was such strength and dominance in
Jason’s voice I found hard to resist.

I glanced at Marcus to my side and widened in my eyes when I saw him
holding a leather collar and lead.
 
He pointed at the floor.

“Do as your told, baby girl,” Marcus instructed.

Both men were in command of me and I was to show my acceptance of
their rule in turn.
 
Licking my
bottom lip with the curl of my tongue, heart beating fast, I began to lower my
body to the ground facing Jason as requested.
 
I didn’t expect the act to give me
pleasure.
 
I had thought it would be
demeaning but arousal sparked sharply as my knees brushed the carpet and my
breasts felt heavy and swollen with arousal.

I looked up at the tall dark handsome dominant man standing
immaculately dressed in his black suit and tie just like his brother whose feet
I know knelt obediently at feeling vulnerable and helpless.
 
Pleasure flooded my sex and tightened
the tips of my nipples when he looked down with approval at me.

He bent to tuck his fingers underneath my chin and raised it forcing
me to abandon my coy look and the avoidance of making direct contact with his
eyes.

“That wasn’t too hard now was it?” he whispered.
 
“Put your hands behind your back and
cross them.
 
You must be bound.
 
This is just the beginning of your
submission training, little one and I expect your obedience at all times or you
will find yourself over my knee to have that delicious pert plump bottom of
yours whipped or paddled until you understand I am in charge.
 
Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Marcus moved towards me resting one of his hands on my
shoulders.
 
His other hand held some
silken rope.

“Today is about learning Jason’s rules,” he said placing the rope in
front of me.

He wound it fast around my breasts forcing them to push out of the
rope bra.
 
Then he moved it down my
abdomen, slipping it between my thighs making me give a small cry when he
guided it up between the swollen wet lips of my vulva.
 
His palm pressed in to my back setting
my skin alight with desire with the firmness of his touch he used to bend me
forwards and up off sitting on my ankles so he could thread the rope up to my
bottom and through the crease.

Marcus fed the rope upwards around my wrists to secure them to the
part of the rope prison he had encased my breasts in.

 
“You will learn my rules
soon and I will also expect the same courtesy of obedience.
 
Time for your collar.”

 
I shifted feeling the
rope rub against my pussy and my anal entrance helping to make me more slick
and aching for penetration.
 
I
couldn’t help but marvel at the intricate way Marcus had taken time to work the
rope around me as though it were an art form.
 
I was now in a position in which I had
no choice but to trust the brothers to take care of me and they did not let me
down.

This was the most daring thing I had ever done in my quiet
life.
 
I was sick of forcing myself
to live a sedate life with an abusive man and deny my own pleasure and
needs.
 
Always a nervous anxious
person throwing caution to the wind like this was monumental.
 
Today for the first time in my sorry
little existence I was letting go.
 
I only prayed I would not come to regret my out of character
behavior.
 
I couldn’t think
about the way my body looked.
 
It
was a thought and image I desperately tried to push out of my mind.
 
Life was short and what did that book I
read a few years ago say . . . Feel the fear and do it anyway.

I briefly felt the smell of leather as Marcus suddenly sheathed my
throat and neck in a high leather collar.
 
He fastened it at the back forcing a gasp from my lips as the tightness
felt like a possessive male hand around my throat.
 
I imagined it as Jason’s.
 
It did not frighten me nor did I imagine
it choking the life from me like I was afraid Thomas would do one day.
 
It made me feel owned and safe.
 
I couldn’t explain it but my feelings
were strong and potent.

From the middle of the collar there was a small steel ring
protruding.
 
Marcus bent and fixed
the long leather leash to the ring as Jason unzipped his trousers.
 
He pulled it taut and forced my head
back allowing me to feel his own power over me.
 
I felt his Marcus’s hand cover my mouth
for a brief moment.

“Don’t be frightened, little one.
 
All we do to you now is to help you
embrace pleasurable submission.
 
We
will not ever hurt you,” he told me pressing his middle finger between my lips
demanding entry.

Willingly, I opened my mouth and allowed him to insert his
finger.
 
He pulsed it in an out
arousing a curious passion for me to suck on it as though it were his
penis.
 
I couldn’t get enough and to
help dowse some of my passion, he inserted a second one and I began to realize
they were warming me up.

“I think our baby girl is ready,” Marcus grinned pushing his fingers
at a fast pace inside of my mouth and out again as I reached to capture them
and keep them inside.