She got on to Ruari’s lap at once. She seemed to Alexander to be an obedient sub. And what a delicious armful she looked.
“Any problems with being shared by the two of us, Fiona?” Alexander asked.
“No, Sir. I have done that before.”
Alexander exchanged glances with Ruari as he noticed the expressions fitting across her face and was determined to discover what or who had caused them. She did not look comfortable. Indeed, she looked afraid sometimes. She had no need to be afraid of him and his brother, nor had they given her cause to fear them. Her eyes were big, the darkest blue, and very expressive, too. All her thoughts were expressed in them. They were fringed with dark-red lashes, and Alexander supposed her pubic hair, if she did not shave, would be the same colour. He could not wait to find out. For the moment they needed to get her to relax and maybe ease their pain. Again he nodded at Ruari. Proceed. He did not say it, but Ruari was used to his brother and knew what he was meant to do.
Chapter Three
Ruari tangled his big hands in her red hair as he had wanted to do from the first moment he had noticed her. Then he pulled her back over one arm and bent to taste her. His tongue did a dance over her closed lips, and then her lips parted and he dipped inside. She was sweet and tasted of mint, and he liked the mix of flavours. He played. Exploring her mouth with his tongue, then suckling her tongue into his mouth so she could explore in her turn. She wriggled slightly in his grasp, and his cock swelled even more. When he came up for air, she sighed and relaxed against him.
“You are so beautiful. You taste so sweet,” he murmured against her mouth.
He passed her to his brother who he could see was impatient to do a little tasting of his own. Ruari knew Alexander was much more forceful, and he watched to see how she reacted. Not waiting for her to open her lips, Alexander’s hand pressed on her chin, and she opened for him. His tongue invaded her mouth, demanding she give herself over to his kiss as was always his way. He nipped at her bottom lip and sucked her tongue deep into his mouth. Then he released it and reinvaded her mouth. Ruari knew he would be exploring her teeth and everywhere he could reach with his strong tongue. She seemed to have no objection. Indeed, she was making little humming sounds so Ruari thought she must be enjoying the experience.
While Alexander was kissing her, Ruari went to retrieve the key to one of the upstairs rooms. It would be soon enough to take her in public, in the main room of the club, when they knew her better. Right now he wanted her and knew his brother did, too. They would all benefit from the privacy. When he got back they were still entangled in each other’s arms, lost in the sweetness and passion of the kiss, if his own experience was anything to judge by.
He rattled the key, and Alexander lifted his head, then he withdrew from her mouth, lifted her in his arms, and carried her as they all went upstairs.
There had been only two rooms available, and the one they entered was very romantic. Ruari watched Alexander raise his brows, but Ruari was unrepentant. He had not wanted the heavy oak and dark colours of the medieval room, and this was the only other available option, unless they wanted to wait for an hour. Ruari did not want to wait, and he’d bet Alexander didn’t, either.
A large four-poster bed occupied the centre of the room. It had floaty white draperies edged with white ruffles concealing rings for bondage. The room was painted in shades of dove gray and old rose, and the floor of light oak had several deep sheepskin rugs. Just the thing to display their redhead. There was an open fireplace in which a small log fire burned. It was not the principal source of heat in the room, but there to create atmosphere. All the rooms in Prometheus in Chains were equipped with private bathrooms tiled in white with decorative additions, depending on the theme of the room. This one had borders of rose-pink tiles and mirrors on two walls. The ceiling lights were tinted rose, too. The bath was huge and more than big enough for three, as was the separate shower which had jets installed at various angles from the ceiling to the floor. There were handles, too, on the floor and up the walls for safer play. A unit with piles of gray and rose washcloths and towels as well as a basket of toiletries and condoms completed the setup.
They both undressed Fiona slowly, taking off her leather skirt to reveal a black satin thong edged with black lace. As they stood back to admire her, Ruari noticed she blushed, and it went all the way down to her breasts as he had suspected it would. Most redheads blushed easily. Her skin was a beautiful creamy white and felt like satin to the touch as he and his brother took off her clothes. It was something they loved to do as it aroused them both.
His cock swelled even more at the sight of her almost naked.
“That colour looks so good on you. The black, and especially the lace with your white skin showing through. It is pure poetry.”
Master Ruari was startled as his brother spoke. He’d never heard him wax so lyrical. Alexander talking about poetry was something he was not used to hearing. Ruari looked at the thong and saw, peeping out just a little at either side, the dark-red curls he had expected to see. He knelt and slowly removed her thong, pushing it ever so slowly down her legs. His face was inches from her pussy, and he could smell her arousal. He breathed in deeply the unique scent of this woman who was going to mean so much to both of them, he was sure. He felt a connection to her that he had not felt with any other woman they had shared. Alexander’s waxing so lyrical over her skin had startled Ruari at first. Then he realised that Alexander felt it, too. She was special and Ruari would not be satisfied with just a scene in a BDSM club. He wanted to know her better. He sensed there was something wrong with her, and he wanted to put it right, to protect her. That would all be resolved later. Now he wanted to enjoy all that she had to offer them both.
He tangled his fingers in her curls and pressed one long finger into her cunt, and she moaned. He withdrew his finger and licked her cream off it.
“So delicious. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you and really taste you.” He dipped his finger into her again and, looking her in the eyes, he licked her cream from his finger. “You taste so good. I need more, have pity on a starving man,” he said.
She was still in her corset and bra. They unlaced the corset, again slowly. It was sweet agony to wait, Ruari felt, but he wanted to stretch out the moment to make it special, and it seemed his brother was of the same mind. Removing the corset revealed more of her beautiful white skin. As they both stroked her back to remove the marks it had left, Ruari felt it was like stroking satin. Her skin was soft and delicate, and they both bent to place tender, wet kisses on her shoulders and her back, down to her delicious little bottom. Ruari grinned as she squeaked and jumped at an unexpected nip of pain, Evidently Alexander had not been able to resist taking a bit of her delicious bottom between his teeth. Turning her round, Ruari gazed in awe at her breasts. They were large, rounded, and firm with delicate, dark-rose areolas and pert, pink nipples. Just what they both loved, Ruari thought.
“I can’t wait to suck on these beautiful nipples,” Ruari said. Reverently they took one breast each, cupped, caressed, and finally squeezed, rolling her nipples in long, strong fingers. Their tanned hands on her white skin provided a sharp contrast, and she looked down at them. Ruari could see, reflected in her big eyes, the wonder at the sensations they were producing.
When he started to strip off the detachable sleeves to her corset, she struggled and held onto them. She fought his grip, trying in vain to keep them on, but he gently removed her hands and peeled away the sleeves. Then, he gave a shocked gasp as his brother exclaimed, “What the fuck happened to you?”
Chapter Four
Fiona bent her head in shame as the burn scars that covered both arms were revealed. She had tried her best to keep the sleeves on, but Master Ruari had insisted she take them off. She could not look at the two Doms and see the horror in their eyes at her ugliness. She waited for them to make an excuse and let her go as he’d said everyone would, apart from him of course. She had seen in their fac
es that they were indeed shocked to see the mess of scars. But now, glancing at them through her lashes, she saw that they were far from revolted. She could see, as they gently ran their fingers over her scars, concern and anger in their eyes. They even kissed her arms where the worst ones were. The anger in their eyes flared even more when she told them the reason.
“My ex wanted to try fire play but was not trained, and he forgot or did not know or care, that I always covered myself in oil after my bath. He started with my arms, and the oil caught fire. I found out later, when I saw it done properly in a club, that he should have checked then had me remove the oil. The fire play I have watched in clubs is always on a raised surface, but he had me on the ground, so he wasted time getting up to get something to stop the burning, and this is the result, Sirs.”
The growl that issued from Master Alexander’s throat was echoed from Master Ruari’s.
“Why is it so bad? With wet towels or even a fire extinguisher, not that that is the safest thing to use, he could have put out the fire quickly.” Master Alexander growled. Even though she had known them for such a little while, she could tell them apart.
“He didn’t have a wet towel, and as I said, it took him a while to get up off the ground and go get water. His friend, Jackson, was there, and he took off his shirt, but he was slow and…” She could not continue. Telling them brought it all back to her, and she stopped, overcome by her feelings and the remembered agony.
“What happened to him?” Master Alexander’s voice was gruff with pain and anger.
“Nothing at all. He took me to the hospital and stayed with me all the time they treated me. He had threatened me and told me what he would do if I ever told the truth, so I never have. He made up some story which seemed to take in the hospital staff. At least nobody asked me any more questions, and the police were not involved, Sirs.”
She didn’t really understand why she had told them the whole story, but she felt such a measure of relief that she had. They’d both seemed so caring and concerned for her welfare, but Gordon had started out that way, and look how that had turned out. What was it that made her tell these two men? She looked at them. They had such clear, open, honest eyes. Her mother had always said that the eyes were the mirrors of the soul. These men didn’t look at her with the revulsion that Gordon had foretold. They were sympathetic and didn’t seem to judge her. Whatever it was that made her open up to them, it was such a relief to be able to tell someone. She’d kept it bottled up for too long.
It was Master Ruari who took her in his arms and petted her, rubbing her back and nibbling her ear. She could hardly believe her ears as he said, “It’s all right, little pet, you’re safe with us. You’re beautiful, and we want you. The scars only mean you survived. Don’t let him stop us enjoying your beautiful body. Forget him, he’s not worth thinking about, that’s all in the past now. You will always be safe with us. We won’t do anything you don’t like and we will respect your safe word.”
She wept then as she had not done for a long time. Hearing them say the scars didn’t matter to them, that they still wanted her, and feeling the way they had caressed and kissed her ugly arms was just too much for her control. She had learned that tears, far from moving Gordon, had the opposite effect, and the more she cried, the more he enjoyed it, so she had schooled herself not to cry. Now with these two Doms, who were so obviously sympathetic, the tears flowed in release. She wondered if they were really so keen to have her now. She was the leavings of a violent man. Master Alexander hadn’t held her, and he was pacing the floor.
She’d not been able to get free of Gordon for a long while. He’d kept her from her friends and family. After the accident he told her that with those scars she’d have to stay with him because she was so ugly no other man would want her. She’d believed him. She wondered if the two Doms despised her for not leaving Gordon earlier and for not speaking up in the hospital, but she’d been so afraid of what he’d do to her.
Master Ruari petted her until she regained a measure of her composure then took her to the bathroom. Master Alexander seemed calmer and more in control of himself now, and he ran a bath choosing a delicate lavender bath foam. She wondered if they knew or cared that they, too, would smell of lavender and would have some ribbing to put up with from the other Doms when they smelled it on them. They helped her into the bath then began to undress to get in themselves. She lay back in the bath with her head on a small pillow Master Alexander tenderly placed for her. So perhaps he wasn’t indifferent to her after all, she thought. Then she watched as their clothes came off. She felt special and cared for. Their powerful, muscular chests told her they either worked out a lot or did manual work. Looking again at their tanned skins and faces weathered by the wind, rain, and sun of their native Scotland, she remembered the contrast of their strong, tanned hands on her white skin. She guessed that the working out was done outdoors, not in any gym. With their kilts still on, they looked for all the world like an advert for the Highland games or a certain brand of porridge, and she could imagine them tossing the caber or spinning round and round, their heavy kilts flaring out as they spun the hammer before releasing it to fly through the air. She licked her lips and thought, Both of these Doms are for me…Oh, how I wish I could stay longer! But she knew she couldn’t risk it, so she’d take what she could get and enjoy tonight. She would at least have one good memory to keep her going.
She watched as they unbuckled their kilts in front of her, then folded them neatly. Master Ruari took both kilts and placed them carefully, almost reverently, over a chair. Master Alexander got in the bath with her, and then his brother prowled back into the bathroom and joined them in the bath. Like the rest of their bodies, their cocks were superb, long and thick with large veins pulsing on the sides and purple heads like ripe plums just waiting to be plucked and enjoyed. She licked her lips again in anticipation. Master Alexander was behind her. He settled her between his thighs. He pulled her back to lie against his massive, muscled chest. He was so warm. His strong hands caressed her breasts, and his thumbs played back and forth across her already-sensitised nipples, sending jolts of arousal down to her pussy and making her arch her back and moan in appreciation.
“You like that, lassie? You have such sensitive nipples I could play all day long,” he murmured in her ear, and she could feel he was enjoying it, too, as she wriggled and squirmed in his grasp and ground her bottom against his swollen and rigid length.
“Yes, please, please don’t stop. That feels so good.” She moaned.
His brother parted her thighs and lifted her legs over the sides of the bath, so not much more squirming was possible. He tangled his fingers in her pubic hair.
“These lovely curls are the same shade of flaming red as the hair on your head. I just want to tangle my hands in them and sink my face in your luscious pussy,” Ruari said.
Gordon hadn’t liked her pubic hair trimmed, but she was glad she’d trimmed it a little before setting out tonight. Master Ruari pressed one long finger into her pussy and moved it around inside her until he found her G-spot, which he massaged firmly. She moaned and cried out, “Oh, please. Oh please. Fuck me there.” She was incoherent in her desire for more. Once he had located the spot, he withdrew the finger and replaced it by three. He scissored his fingers and rubbed them back and forth over her tender spot. He twisted his fingers as he pumped them in and out and pressed on her clit with his large thumb. She threshed and moaned and vocalised her appreciation. Master Alexander held her firmly. If he hadn’t, she knew she’d have slipped in the bath as she was writhing so much.
“Yes, oh please, more. Ohgod. Ohgod, ohgod, what are you doing to me? Please don’t stop fucking me,” she cried. She was glad it spurred them on to press even more caresses on her. Master Alexander continued to stroke and tease her breasts, and she felt his hot mouth descend to the juncture of her neck and shoulders, licking and sucking on the pulse located there. He licked, nibbled, and sucked around the back of her neck to t
he other side, and between the two of them, they drove her over the edge and into a screaming, thrashing orgasm that flooded the bathroom with the water from the bath.
Chapter Five
Ruari looked up at his brother, and as so often happened, they did not need words to let each other know what they were thinking. It was time to take her to bed. He’d very much enjoyed the sight of Fiona as she climaxed in spectacular fashion. All her limbs had shook, and her back arched. She had screamed as she came, and he so wanted her to scream his and his brother’s name the next time she came at their hands.
Five minutes later, and more or less dry, they simply couldn’t wait. Ruari was on his back on the big bed with Fiona on top of him, his condom-sheathed cock inside her. She was face-down, lying in his arms as he soothed and petted her, telling her what his brother was doing.
“We both want to take you at the same time. Are you okay with that? My brother will take you anally, and I have your lovely cunt this time.”
“I don’t want that. I can’t bear to be taken back there.” She tried to get up off him, but he held her firmly but gently in his arms.
“What is it? Haven’t you done this before?”
“Yes, it was terrible, it hurt so much. Can’t we do something else?”
“Why did it hurt so much? Who took you there? It should be all about the pleasure.”
“Well, it wasn’t pleasant. I hated it!”
Ruari held her close, soothed and petted her. He suspected that it had been her ex-boyfriend who had taken here there. If the scars on her arms were anything to judge by, then Gordon was either inept or a sadistic bastard. Now he and Alexander had their work cut out to convince her to try it. He was bursting to fuck her, but he didn’t want to rush it and hurt her. She’d already been hurt enough.
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