by Louisa Neil
“Interesting, but no permanent marks,” Gaston reminded him.
“Agreed. Let’s go eat so we can begin her punishment.”
“Back here in the office tonight, I would think. Scene of the crime and all that.” They were both laughing as they approached the dining room and pulled sour looks before entering.
* * * *
Bettina knew she was in trouble just from the look on their faces when they came to the table. She wanted to immediately apologize again, but not in front of the servant serving their meal. She stayed seated with her hands in her lap and her eyes cast down until they were alone. Maybe she should have just kept it to herself, but her conscience wouldn’t let her. Whatever befell her now was of her own doing. Before she could form the words to apologize, Gaston slammed his hand on the table, pulling her from her trancelike state.
“We will not talk about this over our meal. We’ll discuss it later. Now, eat.”
“Yes sir.” She managed to force down a few bites of the food on her plate but couldn’t even distinguish the tastes. Instead, all she could feel was fear. Worse yet, it was of her own doing. “I’m so stupid,” she whispered under her breath.
“What did you say?” Stewart asked.
“Nothing. I was whispering a blessing for the food.”
“Odd that you’ve never done that before.”
“Fine! I lied this time, too. I said I’m so stupid for looking at your things.”
“And do you feel you were stupid for telling us?” Stewart asked.
“A bit of that, too, but mainly I shouldn’t have gone through your private things.”
“I said we’d talk about this after our meal.” Gaston picked up his knife and waited until she picked up hers before starting to eat.
It was the longest meal Bettina ever had to sit through. She wasn’t hungry, and the few bites she did take didn’t settle in her stomach well. She was never so thankful to walk away from the table as she was tonight. She hesitated at the doorway, “Where should I go?”
“To the office.” Gaston’s tone left no room to discuss the location.
She realized then she should have offered a location, like her bedroom or one of theirs instead of being unprepared. Her two men followed her into the office. Stewart’s closing the door made her jump. She stilled her nerves when she heard the lock click. In that second, she was anxious and aroused. What would they do to her? How would they punish her?
Bettina walked to the fireplace and warmed her hands over the flames. Gaston poured two glasses of wine and offered one to Stewart. He did not offer one to her. Another sign this was not going to bode well for her. She watched as each man took one of the large chairs before the fire.
“Well, Gaston, have you decided on a punishment?” Stewart asked.
“I think we should make her suck us and not let her come.”
“Will that teach her not to spy, especially in our private spaces?” Bettina watched Stewart cross one long leg over the other knee. He put his drink aside and stared at her.
“I still want to see her naked,” Gaston said to Stewart.
He turned to her and she felt her body quake. If they made her undress now, they’d see the telltale signs of her arousal. Her nipples had been hard all day. Just seeing the hidden items had made her curious and unsettled. Handling the statues made her horny. And that was what she felt now. Horny with a need for them to release her angst. For the men to make her orgasm over and over. She didn’t care how, just that they touched her. The worst punishment she could think of was them not touching her. She almost cried out but managed to pull back her emotions.
“Take off your jacket and blouse. Strip to the waist,” Stewart said.
For the first time since she’d been with them, she felt awkward standing before them. Felt them looking at her differently. It didn’t matter. She’d do what her men asked. She’d started this. She could have spent the day reading in her room. She could have not told them what she found. Instantly she knew that was wrong. She couldn’t lie to them. They saw through her lies. And she could have closed the cabinet and not looked further. If only she hadn’t touched her heart and left blood spots on her breast.
With trembling fingers, she peeled off her jacket and let it fall to the floor at her feet. She fumbled taking off her blouse, knowing she wore nothing, not even a chemise under it. She let it, too, drop to the floor.
“Go and open the cabinet,” Gaston told her.
She wasn’t sure if she heard him, but he stared at her. She moved to the side and ran her hand along the side of the bookcase. Instantly she felt chilled being so far from the fire. When she felt the nail, she pushed it in and the front eased open. She pushed the case open wider and stood beside it.
“What caught your attention the most?” Stewart asked.
“The statues.” She stood tall and shook her hair behind her shoulders.
“Take two of them and bring them here.” Stewart sipped from his glass, watching her. He made her nervous in a way she’d not known before. She chose one that she thought was jade and another she decided was made from marble. They were both large, tall, and thick, the epitome of her men’s cocks. She walked back to Stewart and showed him her choices.
“Suck on them,” Gaston told her. She glanced to him, not sure she heard what he said, and realized they wanted her to put on a show for them. That she could do. She moved to the center of their chairs and dropped to her knees before them, the fire to her back warming, her chills dissipating. While her nipples were still hard, she knew it wasn’t from the temperature. She was aroused. “Well, how long must we wait?”
She looked at Gaston, wide-eyed, and then to Stewart. She understood she had no ally in the room tonight. With a shaking hand she brought the marble one to her lips and licked it. Then she switched to the jade one. Over and over she repeated the process until she became lost in the act and forgot her audience. She took each one deeper and deeper between her lips as if she were sucking her men’s cocks. Bettina didn’t dare look at either man. She heard them rustling with garments but didn’t pause to watch. She knew they were ridding themselves of their trousers, only their trousers. She didn’t care. If sucking their cocks would put her back in their good graces, she’d gladly suck them. Now she couldn’t help but take small glances of them while she licked the statues.
Each man was stroking his cock while watching her. It was Gaston who spoke. “Did you look at any of the jewelry in the lower boxes?”
She took the marble cock from her lips. “Yes, I did. But it only confused me.”
“Confused you how?” Stewart asked.
“I don’t see how a woman could keep them on her ears. They’re heavy and too large to stay in place.” His laughing outright at her wasn’t what she anticipated.
“Go and bring me a pair,” Stewart said.
She hesitated to put down the stone cocks, but she did, moving to the safe and choosing two small boxes. She brought them back to Stewart and stood before him. He opened the first box and shook his head. When he opened the second box, he smiled.
“So you thought these were earrings?” Gaston asked as Stewart passed him the box.
“Yes, what else could they be used for?”
“Come here, Bettina, and I’ll show you.” She took a few stumbling steps to stand before Gaston. He reached up and pinched her nipples.
“Make her pinch her own nipples. She does it with quite a flair.” Stewart settled back to watch, his cock in one hand and his glass in the other.
She moved her hands to her breasts before Gaston could tell her to. She covered each breast, pinched her nipples and the skin around her areolas. With each pinch, her nipples budded fuller. Bettina shuttered her lids, hoping the men wouldn’t see her excitement at putting on a show for them. She tugged and twisted until they ached. Gaston called her name until she looked at him. She could feel an embarrassed heat chase up her chest, over her throat, and land on her cheeks. She watched him intently as he approached with the
gold earrings in his hand.
When she thought he’d reach to her ears, she was stunned when he moved her hand from her right breast and, with deft fingers, slipped the gold over her nipple. Before she could move, he attached the other to her left nipple. They hung suspended from her nipples, pulling them downward, creating a tugging feeling from her breasts to her vagina.
“They look good. How do they feel?” Stewart was still lazily stroking his cock while he watched her.
“I’m not sure. They’re heavy, but not uncomfortable. Just different.”
“Good, from now on every time you come to me in this office for relief, you’ll be wearing them. In fact,” Stewart added, “you’ll wear them all the time.”
“You mean, to have my nipples erect at all times?”
“Yes. That’s the point of the gold rings, to keep you puckered for our view.”
“At night, when we come to you, you’ll be wearing them, too.”
“All right.” Her tone was a bit shaky, but if this was all they wanted from her for spying on them, she’d cope. She reached to her breasts and lifted the weights, feeling the pull to her womb. “If I wear these all the time, I’ll be horny all the time.”
“That’s the point of them.” Gaston laughed at her. “Would you rather we stop sucking your nipples? Would you rather we left you alone sexually?”
“No.” She paused to draw a breath. “No, I’m just confused about them. I’ve never seen anything like this before.”
“Even at Phoebe’s?” Stewart looked at her from top to bottom. “No woman ever had her pussy lips pierced, nor any client had his cock head or sack pierced?”
“Oh my God! People really do that, permanently?”
Gaston smiled. “Yes.”
Bettina couldn’t stand the idea of it happening to her “Please don’t do that to me, I just couldn’t stand the idea. I’ll wear your nipple rings whenever you want, just don’t pierce my skin, please.”
“Neither of us is going to pierce your body.” Gaston gave her a reassuring smile. “Adornment is one thing. We don’t need to permanently pierce you.”
“We have many new things to share with you, Bettina. Eventually.” Stewart lifted his empty glass and she rushed to refill it from the bottle beside his chair. “Drop your skirts and stand before us naked.”
She had to trust them. Until now they hadn’t hurt her in any permanent way. Hopefully they wouldn’t change their minds.
She took a step back and unhooked her skirt. She let it fall to the floor at her feet. She would have laughed if she wasn’t so embarrassed and confused. In the past, she’d had an idea of their wants. Tonight, she was totally out of sync with the men. Bettina looked down at herself and held back a smile. What a sight she must be standing there naked except for her stocking and slippers and the gold rings hanging from her nipples. She knew they’d see her pussy was creamy and her lips moist.
“Lie down before the fire with your legs wide to the side so we can see your pussy,” Gaston directed her.
She didn’t hesitate, just lowered her body to lie on her back on the carpet before the fireplace.
“She’s obedient, if nothing else,” Stewart mused.
“She’ll get better at anticipating our needs.” Gaston stood and walked to her, standing over her. He bent down and picked up the marble dildo. “This, my dear Bettina, is called a replica cock or dildo sometimes. Put it in your pussy.” He leaned down and handed her the cold item.
“You want me to put this inside me?”
“Yes, do it quickly. Bend your knees wider to the side and let us see how your pussy opens to accept the dildo.”
She did as she was told and let her legs fall to the side. She drew a breath and maneuvered her hand until she had the stone cock at the entrance to her pussy. With a slight push, it slid in her body easily. Of course, she’d been so wet and aroused anything would slide in her.
Stewart stood, reached for the jade one and handed it down to her. “Now this one.”
“In my pussy, too?”
“Suck it and try to make it fit. Go on, if you can get both of the fakes inside you, you might be able to take Gaston’s and my cock in your pussy at the same time.”
She was hesitant, to say the least, but brought it to her lips and sucked it. She sucked it until it was warm and made sure it was coated with her saliva. With the men still watching, she finally moved it to her pussy. It was impossible to put it inside her with the other one still inside her.
“Oh, Bettina. You try my patience. Just push it in your ass.” Gaston’s words sounded frustrated. She glanced to Stewart, hoping for a reprieve, but none came. She lowered her hand and fitted the second dildo in her anus. This she accomplished because her body had been stretched by their live cocks in the past. Now she knew one day they’d both push their cocks in one hole at the same time. Her body shook as a ripple of anticipation flowed through her. She’d never known her pussy to be so wet, yet tonight, even under these extreme circumstances she was lubricated like never before. One part of her wanted to try and push it back in her pussy, but she decided one in each of her holes was enough.
“Will you come fuck me, both of you? These don’t feel as good inside me as your live cocks do.”
“No, not tonight.” Stewart stood beside Gaston and she watched as both men stroked their cocks, spraying their loads of cum on her chest and belly. “Now stand up.”
“With these inside me?”
“Yes. Do it now.” Gaston’s tone was almost a bark.
It was the same tone he used to bark out orders to his sailors. She didn’t like it but didn’t have a right to complain. With awkward moves, she managed to kneel before them. Finally, each man reached down and grabbed her by the upper arm, pulling her to a standing position.
“Play with your tits, Bettina.” Stewart had dropped back into his chair, his pants still around his ankles. Gaston did the same, dropping back into his seat with his pants still around his ankles, too. “Play with your tits.”
Bettina lifted her hands and began to twist the gold rings surrounding her nipples. She twisted and turned the gold rings. Their cum on her chest eased the cold of the metal against her skin, but she knew now they wouldn’t fuck her tonight. She stood for a long time palming her breasts and trying to hold the two fake cocks in her body.
It seemed like hours before the men finally spoke to her. “I’m very disappointed, Bettina.” Gaston refilled his glass. “We trusted you, and you snooped through our private papers and possessions.”
“I was wrong.”
Stewart stood on shaky legs and walked to her. He reached between her legs and pulled out the dildo from her pussy. Then he reached around and pulled out the one dangling from her anus. “Go to bed, Bettina. But make sure you keep your nipples hard so the rings don’t fall off.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. She reached to the floor and grabbed her clothing, but Stewart stopped her progress. “Leave them here. Walk back to your room naked, with just your gold rings.”
“What if someone should see me?”
“Then you’ll think twice next time you snoop where you’re not supposed to. Now go. Just the sight of you annoys me tonight.”
* * * *
She looked to Gaston, but he was staring at the fire. In that instant, she knew she’d lost their trust. From now on, she’d be considered a whore to them both. They’d use her when they were in the mood, but she doubted Stewart would ever marry her. She ran from the office and made it to her room without being seen. She’d been lucky if they kept her at all now. Her worst fear was being turned out on the street or sent back to Phoebe’s She wouldn’t let that happen. She’d run away first, as far from Providence as possible.
Slamming the door to her bedroom behind her, she let her body ease to the floor in front of it. “What have I done?” she kept repeating. When the cold had moved through her body and she couldn’t stop shivering, she crawled to the fireplace and kneeled before it. The rings w
ere still in place, but her nipples didn’t feel sexy now, they just felt heavy. She rose and went to the bed. After taking a pillow and blanket from the surface, she dropped them on the floor in front of the fire and crawled up before it. Tears came of their own accord, tears she had no control over.
Her head pounded and she was still shaking. Only now it was from outrage instead of the cold. As she lay there, all kinds of strange things ran through her mind. The one that kept coming back seemed the simplest. Go to them and apologize again. At least by confronting them she might clear the air between them. Maybe they’d accept it this time and things would go back to normal. But she stayed there a bit longer until the heat had warmed her completely.
With a defined purpose, she forced herself to rise and grabbed her dressing gown. It was still cold, so she pulled on her outdoor cape over it. Pausing to look out the window at the twinkling snow, she was again disappointed she’d not been allowed out of the house. And in that moment it struck her. She was bored. She was used to having work to do every day. She all but ran down the stairs and to the office. She didn’t knock. She just pushed open the door and stood, stunned at what she saw.
Chapter Fourteen
Bettina ran down the stairs to the office. She pushed open the door without knocking or thinking. She barged in, all but yelling at them and froze in place. What she saw stunned her. Her men were lying on the floor before the fireplace, sucking each other’s cocks. As she stared, she realized each one had a dildo inserted their butts.
“Good Lord, is this why you don’t want me?”
“Close the door, Bettina. You’re letting in the cold.” Stewart didn’t seem fazed by her interruption.
She slammed the door behind her and took small steps until she was standing over them. Their naked bodies glistened in the firelight. She stood, amazed and enthralled at how they touched each other. They sucked each other’s cocks so differently than what she’d seen and tried. She continued to watch their actions, the reason for her interruption lost at the vision of her two men. In all her time at Phoebe’s, she’d never seen anything like this. Similar but not exactly. It never entered her mind from watching her men at the club that they would do this together.
