Love Slave for Two

Chapter 15

Late Friday afternoon, Nevvie curled on the couch, watching a horror movie marathon on TV. Tyler returned from a shopping trip to St. Pete and slipped in through the garage door, bag in hand.

“Did you get it?” Thomas whispered.

Tyler waved him into their bedroom and let him peek at the last two items they needed to complete her costume.

“It’s perfect! Jesus, you think we can talk her into that?”

“Guaranteed. Let me do the talking though, lover boy.”

They waited until bedtime to spring their trap. Tyler took the lead. “What are you doing tomorrow evening, sweetheart?” She’d already declined their invitation to the party weeks ago, before recent events.

She shook her head. She looked listless, sad. “I’m staying home. You guys go and have a good time, really.”

She never insinuated herself into their plans. They practically begged her to go with them anywhere involving other people. Always happy to take off with the two of them, she was still nervous in settings such as parties. She’d also settled into a melancholy state and was quieter than normal. Now she’d had time to sit and think about the past, about the traumas to her psyche, and had reached a plateau not even the hottest night of cha cha cha-ing could cure.

Tyler knew the time had come, especially after last weekend and her trip with Thomas. Tyler had planned for over a month, sensing the subtle shift in her demeanor. She was equally comfortable with them. He’d noted the sadness in her eyes when she watched Thomas and him together, holding hands or talking quietly. Even with the two of them she felt alone. He knew they had the power to heal her of that.

If she’d let them.

He sat next to her on the couch. “Halloween is a time to let go, have fun.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll stay here and hand out candy to the little goblins.”

“Nonsense. You’re going with us to Pete and Eddie’s party.”

“I don’t have a costume.”

“We’ll take care of it.”

“Ty, you guys don’t have to—”

He laid a gentle finger on her lips. Thomas had slipped into the room and watched. “Do you trust us?” Tyler asked. Her eyes flicked to Thomas and she nodded.

“Will you give yourself to us for twenty-four hours? Let us show you a good time? Guaranteed to get you out of your funk.” His finger still gently rested on her lips and again she flicked her eyes to Thomas’ playful smile.

She nodded again.

Tyler pressed forward. “Tomorrow afternoon, we will dress you in a fabulous costume. Then we will take you out and show you the best time you ever had.” He moved his finger and kissed the end of her nose. “You promise? We get twenty-four hours of your time?”

“Okay.”

Both men grinned. “Excellent,” Tyler said. “Then as of four o’clock tomorrow you are all ours, right? Promise?”

“Yes, I promise.”

Tyler hugged her, breathing in the scent of her coconut shampoo. Damn, he loved that. “We love you, sweetheart. We promise to take good care of you.” He stood and Thomas leaned in for his good night hug, kissing the top of her head.

“Good night, Nev. We’ll see you in the morning.”

They waited until behind their closed bedroom door to do a silent happy dance.

Thomas fell into bed, a broad grin on his face. “You think she’ll go through with it?” he whispered.

“She has to. She promised. If she tries to renege I’ll use the sad puppy eyes.”

Thomas grabbed a pillow and laughed into it to muffle the sound. “Jesus, she’s a goner.” He looked at Tyler. “Do you manipulate me like that?”

Tyler undressed. “Of course not.” He looked at Thomas and grinned.

“You shit! When?”

“I’m kidding. We have to gently break down her defenses. If we rush her we could lose her forever. Just because she’s willing with one of us doesn’t mean she’ll automatically be open to a threesome.”

Thomas closed his eyes. “That would break my heart, man. I love her.”

Tyler slid into bed and Thomas put his arms around him. “As do I.” He looked at Thomas. “We have to go slow. She lets me lead her on the dance floor. I have no reason to believe she won’t let me lead her into this as well.”

“I trust you.” He kissed Tyler. “I saw a great ring the other day. It would look beautiful on her.”

“That’s putting the cart before the horse.”

“Do you think she’ll go for it?”

“She wants to be submissive to us. You saw how she was. But only if she trusts.”

“Remind me never to complain about those college psychology books you kept.”

“Paying off now, aren’t they?”

“Damn straight.” He trailed his fingers across Tyler’s shoulder. “We’re gonna need a bigger bed.”

“That’s the least of our concerns right now. Let’s get through tomorrow first.”

Tyler decided to play extra dirty the next morning. He cooked her favorite breakfast—French toast, scrambled eggs, and sausage—and took a mug of coffee in to her, made exactly the way she liked.

She’d left her bedroom door partially open, something she frequently did. Nevvie looked beautiful in one of Tom’s old T-shirts, the sheets twisted around her legs, her hair mussed and loose around her shoulders. He imagined what she’d look like dressed for the party and his cock throbbed between his legs.

Slowly, he thought. Don’t screw this up.

He sat on her bed and gently stroked her cheek. “Sweetheart,” he whispered, “breakfast is ready.”

She stirred and turned, throwing her arm over his thigh, cuddling close, not quite awake. He leaned over and kissed the nape of her neck, and she softly moaned in her sleep. He placed a tender hand on her shoulder.

“Nevvie, darling, breakfast is ready.”

Her eyes fluttered open, a brief second of startle reflex before a sleepy smile caressed her face. Tyler longed for the day they could take that pain from her soul once and for all.

“Hey, Ty,” she said, her voice still husky from sleep. “I had this great dream right before I woke up.”

“Yeah?” He imagined it had something to do with his kiss. “Coffee and food, love.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek.

“You guys are spoiling me.”

“I would hope so. You deserve it.”

She caught his hand. “Ty, about tonight.”

“You promised.”

“I know. I’ll go. It’s just…”

He knelt by the bed so he could be eye-to-eye with her. “Listen, you trust us to keep you safe, take care of you, right? You know we’ll never let anyone hurt you.”

She nodded.

“It’s Halloween. If you go for no other reason than to make us two blokes happy, have a little pity on us.”

“I don’t want to look like a cow.”

“Stop.” He sat on the bed and pulled her into his lap. “Listen to me. You are a beautiful woman. Thomas and I will have our work cut out for us beating the other men off you tonight. Don’t you dare ever talk badly about yourself. Ever. If I have one inviolate rule in this house, that’s it.”

“And flushing.”

“Well, there’s that. Seriously, as long as you live under this roof, you are not allowed to disparage yourself or tolerate others talking badly about or to you. Understand?”

“Okay.”

He hugged her tightly to him. “That’s my good girl. Now let’s eat. It’s getting cold.”

He returned to the kitchen and flashed Thomas a thumbs up. Nevvie used the bathroom and joined them a few minutes later, half of her coffee already gone.

She started to sit when Thomas crooked a finger at her. She smiled and leaned over to give him a good morning peck on the cheek.

“I was beginning to think you’d forgotten me, sugar.”

She flushed deep crimson. “Never.”

The day crawled for the two men. Tyler fought the urge to snipe at Thomas, knowing it would ruin the mood. Tom’s incessant pacing and fussing nearly drove Tyler nuts, and that was a short enough trip to begin with.

At three-thirty, Tyler finally gave in. “For God’s sake, Thomas. Go get your shower and get dressed.”

“We don’t have to be there until seven.”

“You’re driving me crazy.”

“What about Nevvie?” Thomas whispered. They were in Tyler’s study. She’d curled up on the couch in the living room, watching TV. She’d spent the morning cleaning the kitchen and utility room until Tyler made her go rest, afraid she’d wear herself out.

“I’ll take care of her. Remember, you’ll get your turn later. You’re better suited for the brute role,” he teased.

“Brute role?”

“You know what I mean. Let me get her in the mood. You can keep her there. Good master, bad master, that sort.”

Thomas laughed and walked to their bedroom, shaking his head.

At three fifty-nine Tyler shut down his laptop. Struggling to ignore the throbbing between his legs, he walked into the living room. Nevvie had dozed off on the couch. Good, she’d need the rest. He didn’t honestly know if she’d let them make love to her tonight, but he counted on this evening going a long way to getting them there. They had to break down her walls, get her to let them in. As long as they didn’t betray her trust or hurt her, he sensed she’d give them any and everything they asked.

He didn’t want her to do anything out of guilt or pressure, but out of genuine desire to be with both of them.

He knelt beside the couch. “Nevvie,” he whispered. “Sweetheart.”

She woke up smiling. “Hey, sorry.” She sat up and stretched. He caught her hand and kissed it.

“It’s time.”

“What?”

“You promised.” He smiled. “Four o’clock. You’re ours.”

A moment of fear flashed across her eyes. He quickly leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. “Trust us. Please?”

She nodded and let him lead her from the couch. Thomas emerged from their bedroom, dressed as Zorro, complete with a plastic sword.

“Ah, Sleeping Beauty awakes.”

“Watch what you do with that sword,” she joked.

He waggled his eyebrows. “You watch out or maybe I’ll use it on you, young lady.”

Tyler gently swatted her bum. “Shower, now, skewer later. Maybe, if you’re a good girl.” He winked.

She laughed and headed for her bathroom. Tyler turned to Thomas, who watched her walk away. “Watch it,” he whispered.

“I’m trying, but your head’s in the way.”

“Don’t be an arse, Thomas. Slowly, got it? Stick to the script.”

Thomas grinned. When the door closed behind her he looked at Tyler and kissed him. “I want her so bad it hurts.”

“No worse than I, but we have to take it slow.”

Nevvie climbed into the shower, closed her eyes and tried to quell her anxiety. The boys wouldn’t embarrass her, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t nervous. What they thought she’d look good in would most likely differ from what she thought she looked good in.

Thomas looked yummy. Damn, he looked sexy. She didn’t think she imagined that in his skin-tight pants he seemed a little larger in the crotch than usual.

She’d love to feel him. Nevvie soaped up and closed her eyes, imagining Thomas’ hands all over her, especially after the sample she got in Ft.Myers. Tyler too, of course. He was probably the more inventive one. Thomas struck her as a vigorous romp, energy and strength, with Tyler likely a lot of sensual fun.

She stood outside their door one night on her way back from the kitchen, her sex throbbing as she listened to them make love. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but they sounded too good not to listen. She’d wanted to crawl into bed with them. Instead she’d gone back to her room and played with herself, imagining them making love to her.

God, they’d sounded good! They wouldn’t want her. They had each other. Playful, friendly flirty banter only went so far. She wasn’t stupid enough to seriously think they would want to take her to bed, even after the events of the past week. Duh. At home reality had once again reared its ugly head. They were her boys but they only wanted each other, and she knew it.

She was slowly but surely learning to live with it. She had no choice. She damn sure wasn’t giving them up.

A knock on the bathroom door startled her. “Yes?”

The door opened—Tyler. “Sorry to interrupt.”

She didn’t mind being naked in front of him. Hell, it’s not like he hadn’t seen her at her worst.

He stuck his head into the shower, and she didn’t think she imagined his eyes slowly traveled up her body before settling on her face. “We have a request.”

He’s talking to you, stupid! “What?”

He smiled, taking her breath away. Those damn blue eyes melted her, set her heart pounding. “Thomas and I would appreciate it if you’d shave for us.”

She had to force air into her lungs. “What?”

He reached into the shower, his finger gently blazing a trail from her collarbone down between her breasts, over her tummy to where the fine curls between her legs concealed her sex from his appraising glance. He paused, his finger resting just above her mound. She resisted the urge to drag him into the shower with her.

“Everywhere. Please?”

She numbly nodded, her body on fire.

His smile finished her off. “Thank you, love. We guarantee you a fantastic time tonight. We’re going to prove how sexy you are.” He crooked his finger and she leaned in. Instead of the expected peck on the nose, he lightly brushed his lips across hers.

“You are beautiful, Nevvie. We want you to see yourself the way we see you.” He started to close the shower curtain when he poked his head in one last time. “Oh, pet?”

“Yeah?”

“When you finish, wrap a towel around yourself and come to our bedroom. Walk right in, sweetheart. We’ll be waiting to dress you.”

She nodded, speechless. His grin widened.

Once alone in the shower again she rested her head on the cool tile, trying to catch her breath, still feeling the gentle path his finger traced down her flesh. She’d trimmed, but never shaved down there before.

She wouldn’t question why. They were her boys, and if it made them happy, hell, she’d shave her head if they asked. If Tyler flashed those blue eyes at her she’d do anything he wanted.

Anything at all.

She waited until she finished to do it, resisting the urge to play with herself. The boys waited. But dammit, when they got home she’d wank herself like a four-fisted monkey. Did the boys have any idea what they did to her? They had to, they couldn’t be that stupid, could they? Especially after last weekend and the trip to Ft.Myers.

Well, they were guys.

On shaky legs she finished and ran a hand over her smooth mound. Wow! Maybe she’d keep it that way from now on. It felt fantastic. She wrapped a towel around her hair, another around her body, and brushed her teeth. Then she walked to the boys’ bedroom.

Tyler, his hair still damp from his shower, was dressed as a pirate, complete with loose, ruffled white shirt and tight black pants, a red sash tied around his waist. Both men turned and smiled as she hesitated at the door.

“Come in, Nev,” Thomas encouraged.

She forced her feet to move.

She trusted them. They wouldn’t hurt her. She trusted them. They wouldn’t hurt her…

“Now,” Tyler said, “are you ready to give yourself to us for the next twenty-four hours?”

She nodded, and the men smiled. Jesus, she’d do anything if they’d keep smiling at her like that.

“Do you have any questions?” Tyler asked.

She licked her lips and didn’t think it was her imagination that Thomas softly moaned. “You won’t let anyone touch me?”

Both men frowned. Tyler took her hands, his face stern. “Nevvie, you’re our girl. Especially tonight. We promise, no one will ever lay a hand on you but us. Right?”

She let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “I’m sorry, I—”

He placed a finger on her lips. “Don’t apologize. We want you to trust us, and if that means you need to ask questions like that, it’s all right. No one will ever touch you but us, Nevvie. We promise.” He lowered his hand.

They could touch her all they wanted. Hell, she wished they would.

She met Tyler’s eyes, then Thomas’. “I trust you. Both of you.”

“Excellent,” Tyler said. “You won’t be disappointed, sweetheart, we promise.” He took her hand and led her to the bathroom where they’d set up a folding chair. “First, we need to do your hair.”

“Isn’t that a stereotype?” she asked with a smile.

“He had three years of drama in college, sugar,” Thomas said. “He learned a lot.”

“Oh.” She sat and felt pampered as Tyler removed the towel from her still-damp hair, fluffing it with his fingers. He massaged her scalp and she closed her eyes, glad she still wore the other towel because she was soaking wet already. While Tyler tended her hair, Thomas picked up her right foot and massaged it. When she peeked he sat at her feet, a bottle of toenail polish in his hand.

Was it her imagination that his eyes hovered on her lap—oh hell. He could see between her legs. Screw it, let him look. In fact, she decided to tease him and spread her legs to give him a better view. Let him see what he missed in Ft.Myers.

She closed her eyes as he rubbed her foot, drawing more contented moans from her. His hand caressed her calf and she wished she was brave enough to ask them to forget they were gay and fuck her blind for the night. Except for the risk of hearing that little two-letter word that would crush her soul—no. At least if she didn’t ask she could still pretend and fantasize. And that was damn sure better than nothing.

“You like that, Nevvie?” Thomas asked.

“That’s wonderful. I didn’t know you did pedicures.”

“Only for you, sugar. Remember, I have five older sisters. I learned a thing or two about foot care. Most of it under duress, but I learned.”

She held still while he painted her toenails. He’d placed a towel in his lap and when he finished with the dark peach polish she felt his breath on her foot as he blew on her toes.

She didn’t care what Tyler did. He wouldn’t make her look like an idiot, he had too much style and class for that. She closed her eyes and indulged in a few naughty fantasies while her boys pampered her.

Thomas massaged her left foot. When he placed it in his lap to reach for the nail polish she realized where he’d put it. She felt his decidedly hard bulge and peeked under her eyelids to watch his reaction as she carefully massaged him with her toes.

He grinned, winked, and another flood of moisture soaked her already-wet sex. God, this was torture. He left the nail polish bottle on the floor and massaged her calf, his hand trailing up her leg to her inner thigh, teasing her with his feather-light touch.

Thomas looked at Tyler and winked after Nevvie closed her eyes again. Tyler grinned. She’d warmed to the situation if she was flirting with Thomas like that. She had to know he had a bird’s eye view, so to speak, of her now-bare pussy.

He couldn’t wait to steal a feel of that tonight—if not a lot more.

Tyler finished her hair and made her keep her eyes closed while he applied her make-up. They didn’t want her looking like a whore, just sensuously fuckable. When he was happy with the result he made her stand.

“Keep those eyes closed, sweetheart. We’ll tell you when to open them.” He grabbed a bottle of coconut-scented lotion. Something about that scent on her, the men agreed, drove them to distraction. “Now, keep them closed, right?” He removed her towel.

She was exquisite. Tyler glanced at Thomas, who jammed his fist in his mouth to keep from moaning. He hadn’t seen her like this before and looked stunned and amazed. Tyler’s cock finally won the fight for control and stiffened in his pants. She didn’t move, didn’t open her eyes, as instructed. Good, that meant she was willing to take orders from him. Tom would get his chance later once she was fully into the spirit of the game.

Tyler leaned in close to her ear. “We’re going to put some moisturizer on you, love.”

“No Silence of the Lambs jokes, right?”

Thomas laughed. “No, sweetie, we’re not making a girl suit.”

Tyler squirted lotion into his hand and passed the bottle to Thomas. He started with her arm and worked from her shoulder to her hands, taking his time and carefully massaging all of her fingers. He watched her face as they worked, Thomas mirroring his actions on her right side. Her lips parted slightly and he watched the rise and fall of her chest.

She liked it.

They took their time on her arms, then her feet and legs, stopping inside her thighs below her bare mound. Tyler looked at Thomas, sure his thoughts ran the same as his. Thomas kissed him and then licked his lips as he looked at her mound, inches from his face. Tyler swatted him on the shoulder and shook his head.

No. Not yet.

They caressed her back, leaving her chest for last, working from her hips to her breasts. They gently kneaded them, carefully avoiding her nipples, massaging her, both placing a steadying hand on the small of her back. She moaned softly and leaned into them. Thomas grinned at Tyler. Yes, she was willing to let them have control of her, at least this much.

The men reluctantly released her, each taking a hand. “Keep those eyes closed, sugar,” Thomas warned. “We’re not done yet.”

She nodded, her skin flushed. They’d obviously had an effect on her.

They led her to their bedroom. First the panties, which were little more than bikini bottoms. The tight material outlined and clung to every curve of her sex. Tyler knew if he ran his fingers over her while she wore it that she’d feel him as if he touched her bare skin. She placed her hand on Tyler’s back for balance when he bent over to pull them up. That’s when he “accidentally” brushed his fingers against her bare lips as he helped adjust the bottoms. She gasped, but didn’t object.

As ordered, she’d kept her eyes closed. Then they slid the pants up her legs, silky, wispy sheer layers that fell open perfectly since Tyler had taken a seam ripper to the crotch earlier. It wouldn’t be obvious to others, but Thomas and Tyler would have clear access.

Perfection.

The barely-there top exposed her mid-drift, lifting her breasts while creating a delicious illusion of fullness. Thomas clamped his lower lip firmly in his teeth, no doubt trying to maintain control but still managing to brush his thumb across her right nipple. Then the sheer, layered outer top completed the main ensemble. Their little slave girl, beautiful and alluring. Sexy, but enough covering to keep her from being X-rated.

Tyler carefully affixed the veil, not wanting to mess up her hair. He’d spent weeks going through magazines to find the right style he could pull off without drowning her in hairspray. Thomas leaned over and slipped sandals on her feet, tying the laces around her ankles.

Then one last accoutrement. Thomas held it up, looked at Tyler, then bent in a mock salute to the master planner, handing it to him to do the honors.

Tyler bowed and accepted the thin pink, jeweled leather collar. He’d finally found it yesterday at an upscale pet boutique in St. Pete. It perfectly matched the colors in the little harem girl outfit.

As did the matching leather rhinestone leash.

Tyler stood behind Nevvie, touching her shoulder so as not to startle her. “We have one last item. You promise you’re ours for the next twenty-four hours?”

She licked her lips and nodded.

He kissed the nape of her neck and enjoyed watching the gooseflesh run across her back. He knew that was one of her most sensitive areas and planned to make good use of it tonight. He didn’t need to plunder her pussy to get her wet when he could kiss her there. She was more than ready for them to take her, but they couldn’t yet. She had to voluntarily submit to them, not simply because they’d got her hornier than hell—although that helped. For this to have any chance of succeeding long-term, she had to ask them to be with her.

Tyler dropped his voice to a sexy growl. “Then we put this on you. It’s our reminder that you are our sweet girl, only ours, and we promise to take care of you and protect you. All right?” He’d carefully scripted their lines, yet another reason Thomas was willing to step to the side during this phase.

She nodded again.

He carefully slipped the collar around her neck. He’d guessed at the size, poking extra holes in it in case he had to adjust it, but it fit perfectly. He didn’t want it so tight that it choked and panicked her, and he didn’t want it so loose it would spin and twist and irritate her skin. If she would tolerate this from them, she was as good as theirs.

Her breathing quickened, sensing what it was, but she didn’t move or open her eyes.

He nodded to Thomas, who clipped the leash to the collar. They stood in front of her, close, inside her personal space.

“Open your eyes, sugar,” Thomas said.

She did.

Tyler had already covered the ground rules with Thomas, iron-clad rules they could not break. They had to be extremely gentle with her. The leash must always be in their hands, never laid down. When seated, she’d be at their feet or in their lap except in the truck. They would have a hand on her at all times in addition to holding the leash, or have her seated as to be touching one of them. This was for control as much as it was for her peace of mind. She wasn’t allowed off the leash once outside their house, even to go to the bathroom. If she said stop, they would. They weren’t giving her a safe word, but they knew if overwhelmed she would resist—and they would immediately end the game.

Both men smiled and touched her arms. “You’re beautiful, Nevvie,” Thomas whispered. “Devastatingly beautiful.”

Tyler agreed. “You’re absolutely gorgeous. We are the luckiest blokes on the planet.”

She looked at her outfit, then back to them, but didn’t ask.

“You’re playing our little slave girl, sweetheart, and we’re your masters.” Tyler took the leash from Thomas and showed her. “I promise, we will protect you. Always. One or both of us will, at all times, be by your side and in control so you are safe. No one will touch you but us. All you are responsible for tonight is to enjoy our little game. Let us do the rest. Can you do that for us?”

She hesitantly smiled. “Yes.”

Tyler let her go to the bathroom off-leash before they left, but before he put it back on her he made her sit on their bed.

“Are you ready, Nevvie?” Thomas asked. Tyler had prepped him. She needed to respond to Thomas to ensure all went well.

She nodded.

“Would you like to leave now?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s get into the spirit of the game, sugar. You need to ask me to put your leash on. You can’t leave the house unless you’re properly attired.”

She smiled, getting into the mood. “Please put my leash on.”

Tyler stepped in. “Sweetheart, you need to say it properly. A good little slave knows how to ask her master for things.”

He made her hunt for the answer and she smiled again. “Master, please leash me?” It was more a question than a request, but it sufficed.

Both men grinned. Thomas snapped the leash to her collar. “You’re our beautiful, sweet slave girl.” She stood at his gentle prompting.

Thomas and Tyler each caressed her cheeks. She didn’t flinch from their tender touch.

“Do you know what you’ve done to us, Nevvie?” Thomas asked.

She shook her head, confused.

Tyler looked at Thomas and together the men stepped close, pressing against her hips so it was obvious how hard they were. Tyler kept his eyes on her face in case she reacted badly, but she gasped.

“Sugar,” Thomas whispered, “you’ve done that to us. You have power over us beyond your wildest imagination.”

The truth, yet also another carefully scripted line Tyler had fed Thomas. He executed it perfectly. Her face flushed, and her eyes travelled from Thomas back to Tyler.

“Yes, Nevvie,” Tyler whispered. “Tonight you may be playing the role of our sweet little slave girl, but the truth is you are our mistress.” God, he’d have to remember to delete that file from his hard drive, the one he worked on for weeks to get the dialogue perfect so they could memorize it. “So, knowing that you have two men under your control, two men who would die for you, sweetheart, are you ready to let us play your masters tonight?”

She nodded and licked her lips. Tyler wanted to kiss and fuck her luscious mouth.

“As our sweet little slave girl,” he continued, “you aren’t allowed to touch anyone but us, understand? Not even to shake hands. If someone says hello you can speak and bow your head to them, but that’s all. Remember, you’re playing a role for us tonight. Do you understand?”

Her voice dropped to barely more than a sultry whisper. “Yes.”

Thomas’ eyes flicked to Tyler, who tipped his head slightly in a nod, giving Tom the okay to push her a little. “Yes, what?” Thomas asked.

She smiled. “Yes, Master.”

Both men grinned, unable to contain themselves. “Very good,” Thomas purred. “That’s a very good girl. That pleases me.”

Tyler returned to the script. Who said drama class would never pay off? “If you wish to eat or drink anything, you must ask us for it. We will take care of your every need tonight. But if anything happens that you don’t like, do not hesitate to say no and we will stop. We will never force you to do anything. We may be playing your masters, but we take our responsibility to protect you seriously. You are our number one priority tonight. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

He kissed her forehead, as did Thomas. “Very good, sweetheart,” Tyler purred. “Do you have any questions or objections to anything so far?”

Both men held their breath as she looked from one, then to the other. Her lips curled in a sultry smile. “No, Master.”