Theirs: Series I (9 page)

“Lift your dress under the tablecloth.
 
We want to be able to touch you when we
please,” Marcus commanded on behalf of both of them.
 
“Think of it as another rule,” he
whispered in my ear.
 
“You must
always be open and accessible for our touch.”

“Yes, Sirs,” I said demurely reaching to lift my dress underneath
the tablecloth thankful that it trailed the floor excitedly wondering what my
two lovers would do to me next.
 
This was one hell of a journey of discovery and I couldn’t wait to go on
and explore the connection between all three of us, hoping that in time it
would develop in to love.
 
I had
never felt so content and safe in my life.
 
I was
theirs
and belonged to no one else.