She said nothing as Jason knocked on the door. When there was no reply, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a black keycard, slipping it into the locking mechanism. Instantly the door unlocked and Jason opened the door. Her guide was a quiet man, who barely spoke. She was grateful for that.
Once inside, she waited by the door, until Jason checked the premise making sure no one was there. When he returned to the living room, he simply said, “Come in.”
She did so, immediately.
“They’re not here. I assume you know what to do and how to behave until they arrive?”
“Yes, Master Jason,” she replied.
“Just Jason, I’m not a Master, or a Sir. I’m just Jason.”
“Yes, Jason. Master Gabriel gave me explicit instructions, and I promised to follow them to the letter.”
“Good,” he replied, looking around the room. “Well, I’ve got to get ready for my shift. Will you be all right here alone, until they return?”
“Yes, Jason.”
“All right…Well, if you need anything, the house phone is on the wall in the kitchen. Just dial zero and that will get you straight to Violet. Let her know if you need anything, and she will take care of it.”
“Thank you, Jason.”
“Yeah, okay…well, bye,” he said and quickly left the apartment, shutting the door behind him. Finally, alone, Andrea looked around the room that had started her journey into BDSM, and peace surrounded her.
She was home.
For so long, she had tried to fit into whatever mold she thought she had to. When she was younger, she tried to be the sweet, young, innocent daughter of a small-town preacher. As she grew older and more independent, she rebelled, and became the wild child of a small town. As she’d headed off to college, experiencing new things, she became the bookworm, learning everything she could, and then finally she landed her first job. Her life had revolved around making a name for herself in the world, and she refused to let anyone stop her. Through it all, she had been someone she wasn’t. She wasn’t true to herself or those around her. Yet when she met her Masters, they had peeled her back, layer by layer, getting to the core of who she truly was. It was that person who she really wanted to be. She was strong, more confident, and sure of her place in this world.
When she left Montana and returned home to New York, she tried to maintain that balance her Masters had shown her, but without their guidance and reassurance, she fell back into the same old humdrum of her former self. Gone was the confidence she exuded with them, quickly replaced with insecurity and doubt. It was when she had realized what she needed, and wanted. She made the decision to leave everything she had worked so hard to achieve, to return to a life she thought she never wanted.
She was a submissive. A true, honest-to-God submissive and her life would be nothing without the men who loved her just as she was.
Placing her bags beside the front door and out of the way, she took her time disrobing, folding each garment perfectly, and placing them neatly on top of her luggage. When she was done, she walked over to the same spot and kneeled, assuming the submissive pose Master Quinton had taught her.
Over the last few weeks, she had relied heavily on this pose, especially when her real life became too much for her. There were many days back in New York that she would walk into her studio apartment, and quickly get undressed, kneel, letting the day’s events wash from her memory. One night in particular, she had stayed in that pose for over three hours, not moving, just erasing everything from her mind. It became a form of therapy for her, to digress and let go.
In the familiar pose, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and let everything go. Before long, she sniffed, trying to stem the flow of tears that flowed down her cheeks. The rush of release was too much, and she couldn’t stop herself. She didn’t know what to do or how to stop herself. She didn’t want to be a sobbing mess when her Masters returned, so looking at the clock on the wall. She decided to get up and quickly take a shower, hoping that would stem her release.
A few minutes later, she stepped out of the shower, wrapping one of the plush white towels around her. She felt better, but still that uneasiness inside her lingered. Drying off, she quickly brushed her hair out and headed back into the living room and resumed her pose.
Lowering herself to the floor, she once again fell into the submissive pose. All she knew was that she was comfortable. It felt right, and at the moment, she needed something right in her life, since she felt as if her world was spiraling out of control.
Regardless of the situation or outcome, she was proud of herself for having the courage and conviction to go after what it was she wanted. Since arriving back at the Pleasure Cave, there had been many instances that she wanted to flee and return to New York, but she had stayed her course, refusing to give into indecision. Through it all, she hoped that she could get back in her Masters’ good graces. She prayed they were no longer angry with her.
She really missed them and wanted a life with them. It still amazed her that as the only child of a small-town preacher, raised behind the pulpit, she was about to embark on a life her father thought was sinful. At one point not too long ago, she would have agreed with her father, but now, she felt differently.
No longer afraid of the unknown, she concluded that she was an adult and was allowed to live her life as she wanted. She no longer cared about what others thought. She was her own woman, and as such, the only person she had to please was herself.
Second, she had learned that she was indeed beautiful. For so long, her father had compared her to a mother she’d never met, and then when she left home, her inferiority complex grew, as tall beautiful women surrounded her. However, in her short time with the Hightower brothers, they’d made her feel beautiful and desirable. She knew they meant it too, seeing the daily reminder of their attraction as their pants bulged.
Finally, they’d taught her love. Deprived for so long, she felt as if she wasn’t worthy of such emotion, that she was destined to live her life catering to others who took advantage. Yet, after one week with Justice and Quinton, she had not only learned about love, she’d received love. There was no way they could deny their feelings for her. She knew they loved her, just as she loved them.
What she couldn’t figure out was why Quinton had acted so coldly to her. Before they’d found out why she was really at the club, both brothers had been attentive to the point of suffocation, yet resilient when it came to their training. She understood the punishment, but couldn’t understand why it continued throughout the rest of the week and why Quinton had refused to touch her again. She knew she’d messed up, and accepted that, but shouldn’t her punishment have only been for one day, possibly two? Yet they had continued it through to the end. From what she’d read before coming to the Pleasure Cave, punishments in the BDSM world were regulated out by the dominant. However, punishments never lasted more than twenty-four hours. So why had Justice and Quinton continued? Unable to answer that question, she looked around the room and felt helpless. Deciding she wasn’t going to get the answers she sought until they arrived home, she pushed everything out of her mind and concentrated on nothing. The answers would come eventually, and they all would be able to move on.
Therefore, taking another deep breath, she closed her eyes once more, bowed her head, and let everything go.
Chapter Fifteen
Justice had just walked out of the gym room when Quinton grabbed him and pulled him over to the side. “Yo, bro! Watch the arms. I worked them hard. Gotta keep up with my manly physique, ya know.”
“Forget your arms. Have you read the New York Daily lately?” Quinton asked seriously. Justice wasn’t sure where his brother was going with this line of questioning, nor did he care. All he wanted was to head to the apartment, shower, and get ready for tonight’s shift in the dungeon. He wasn’t really looking forward to it, watching other Doms with their submissives having a good time, but what could he do about it? He still had to work
for a living, and it sure beat the alternative.
“No I haven’t read it. I prefer the local paper, Sentinel Cove. Which reminds me, I read that next week there is going to be a fair. Do you wanna go?”
“No,” Quinton said, thrusting his smartphone at him. “Here, read this.”
Taking the phone from his brother, Justice sighed when he saw the writer of the article. But not wanting to fluster his brother anymore, he reluctantly read the article. When he was done, he handed back the phone to his brother.
“Well?”
“Well what?”
Quinton cocked his head and looked at him curiously. “Did you read it or skim it?”
“I skimmed it, why?”
“You asshole. Just read the damn article,” Quinton shouted, handing him back the phone.
“Fine, but I’m dripping sweat over here. Can I read and walk?” Justice asked.
“Sure,” Quinton replied, following him as he headed for the elevators. Along the way, Justice took the time and actually read the article that Andrea had written. He had to admit to himself that she was really good at her chosen profession. She would make a good reporter someday. However, when he got to the bottom of the article, he stopped dead in his tracks. Slowly reading the last line over and over again, his heart began to race, and sweat beaded on his forehead. He whispered, “My name is Andrea Sharp. I am a submissive who is in love with her Masters and I willingly submit to only them.” Turning to his brother, Quinton was nodding his head, as if saying, “I told you.”
“What do you want to do?” Justice asked just as the elevator doors dinged open, letting them off on their floor.
“I say we go get our submissive and bring her back home where she belongs.”
“Agreed,” Justice quickly said. “You call Matthias and Gabriel and let them know that we’re taking some leave, and I’ll pack a bag for us and call the airport.”
“Agreed,” Quinton replied as he unlocked the door, and they both walked in and rushed past the woman kneeling on the floor, failing to see her.
* * * *
Quinton and Justice had just turned toward the hallway leading to their rooms, when they both stopped dead in their tracks. Turing slowly, they walked back into the living room to find their submissive kneeling beautifully on the floor, waiting for them. How she had gotten into their room, they didn’t care. All that mattered was that she had come back. When Justice looked over at him, unsure how to proceed, Quinton grinned and took a seat on the couch.
Justice followed, sitting beside him.
“Crawl to me, Andrea,” Quinton said calmly, trying to stop his heart from beating out of his chest. Andrea smirked, but kept her eyes lowered, as she slowly crawled on all fours toward him. Damn she was stunning.
With her at his feet, he didn’t have to say a single thing. She slowly stood up, turned, and bent at the waist, placing her hands on the coffee table, spreading her legs wide, giving him the chance to inspect her.
“She is going to need to be waxed again, brother,” Justice said clearly, watching her body tremble with anticipation.
“You’re right. She seems to have already forgotten one of the rules. No worries though. I am sure Vincent won’t mind if I wax her. I am sure once I’m done she will never forget again,” Quinton replied then said, “You may stand, Andrea, and turn.”
“Yes, Master Quinton, thank you.”
“You know, her breasts really are perky. I bet they would look even more beautiful with diamond studs. What do you think, brother?” Justice asked, as Andrea gasped in alarm.
“Possibly, but I am thinking she needs a clit piercing instead. That way she will remember to keep herself clean-shaven.”
“Not bad, but why not both?” Justice asked.
“Agreed.” Quinton smiled, and it was at that moment their sub misbehaved.
“Hell no! You are not piercing my boobs or my clit. Ever! You want something pierced, whip out your dicks and let’s get those pierced, until then, my body, my rules, got it?” she finished in a huff, then clapped her hands over her mouth in shock.
Quinton and Justice smiled, and said, “Got it.”
“And furthermore, I want to continue reporting. I have an appointment with the local paper on Wednesday, and I mean to keep it. Just because I came back doesn’t mean I’m gonna walk around here naked for your convenience. I am a damn good reporter and I want to work. Got it?”
“Got it,” they both said again.
“And finally, I don’t want to wear anything that shows off my girly parts. They have to be covered. You two are the only ones who get to see me. Got it?”
“Got it,” Quinton said, getting to his feet. Towering over her, he looked down into her dreamy eyes and said, “You belong to me and my brother. You are ours to pleasure, no one else’s. When you are in this apartment, you will be naked. If I catch any man looking at you, he will regret it. You will wear our collar always, letting everyone know that you belong to us, and the next contract you ever sign will come with a wedding band. Got it?”
“Got it.” She smiled, tears running down her cheeks.
“Good,” Quinton said before taking her into his arms and kissing her.
* * * *
Andrea was delirious. Before she could say anything else, Quinton picked her up off her feet, and took her mouth in a searing kiss that curled her toes. She waited for Quinton to take her into the bedroom to continue their reunion, but he didn’t. When she came up for air, she spotted Justice lazing on the couch, his now stiff cock lying rigid across his stomach as he slowly stroked it with a broad grin on his face. Quinton was also grinning in pleasure and some amusement she had no clue about, but she didn’t care. She was in his arms.
His next act amazed her, however, when he lowered her to the ground and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his cock, fully erect and hard. He leered at her, his right hand gripping his cock at the base, his eyes burning into hers as if he were calculating what he wanted her to do.
Justice had seen him and snorted in laughter saying, “You better not keep him waiting, Andrea. He really isn’t in the mood for games at the moment.” Justice chuckled, staying in place, prone on the couch happily rubbing himself.
Andrea swiftly came to her senses, realizing what in the hell she was supposed to be doing. Her head spun in delight as if she had been drinking and just woken up. She felt wild and daring. She stood frozen to the spot, entranced. All she could think about was the large stiff cock in front of her. It was rock hard, and bigger and thicker than she remembered. Her whole body screamed mine, while her mind was busy telling her to get to her knees quick, before he changed his mind. She felt so dirty even contemplating her next act, but a delicious, filthy dirty.
“Touch me, love,” Quinton whispered, invading the haze of her mind.
Andrea stepped next to him, looked down at his thick shaft, and closed her hand around it, not quite making it all the way around his shaft. As her fingers tried to close around it, another quiver of excitement sliced through her core. She felt light-headed, and she knew Quinton knew and Justice knew that she was about to slide down onto her knees and suck his cock. She slid her hands all over his cock, delighting in its hardness, and her mouth reached up for his greedily, her tongue darting inside. She squeezed his balls gently and gasped at how hard his cock was pulsing in her hand. She was on fire and not quite sure what she was doing, but when his cock pulsed in her hand, she knew she had done something right.
Sliding down his body, Andrea saw Justice as he propped himself up on his elbows on the couch to watch. He spoke begrudgingly to his brother and muttered, “Lucky bastard.”
Unexpectedly, Quinton spun her around for Justice’s benefit and said, “Doesn’t she have the most beautiful ass, brother?” He pushed the small of her back firmly, encouraging her to bend over again, obviously to give his brother a view of her ass and pussy. She felt wanton, as her two men savored the sight of her naked body. She liked that thought. Her two men. Yes,
they were her men.
As she faced Justice, Quinton’s rough hands reached between her legs, and without warning, he slid two fingers inside her pussy. “Damn, Justice, she’s dripping wet. I think she missed us,” Quinton said, as if she weren’t even there. He backed in close to her. Andrea could feel Quinton’s cock against the crevice of her ass and she moaned as he started to rub her clit from behind. His touch was rough and aggressive but vigorous, his fingers sliding deep inside her easily. She expected at any moment to feel Quinton’s cock starting to reach for her slit, her breath ragged as she expected and wanted his cock inside her.
Justice’s cock was already straining hard, as she watched pre-cum leak from the head of his shaft. Andrea was itching for her release as she writhed and moaned, opening her legs further. Quinton delved his fingers deeper inside her, and Andrea wondered when he was going to fuck her, hoping it was soon because she was on sensory overload.
The pleasure of Quinton’s fingers on her clit, and watching as Justice watched her, was heightening her senses. Andrea reached to Justice just as her pussy exploded. She cried out in pleasure, her head hanging down, arms braced on Justice’s legs, as the most amazing orgasm of her life flooded over her. She had to fight the urge to burst into tears with the eroticism of it.
Quinton pulled his fingers inside her now dripping cunt. Her head, still bowed, was spinning. Physically spent, her eyes were teary from the power of her orgasm. Quinton pushed her onto the floor, stopping only to prod his fingers into her mouth. Andrea truly felt wanted as she greedily sucked his fingers soaked with her own juices, and imagined it was his cock. She didn’t have long to wait.
Quinton quickly removed his pants, and gripped his cock. “Suck me,” he said, his voice gruff and full of emotion. Andrea blinked and suddenly he was before her.
Overcome by lust and excitement, Andrea turned, dropped to her knees, and in one smooth motion, she opened her mouth wide and took his cock deep inside her mouth. The head of his cock slid down her throat as the thick veins of his shaft rubbed against her lips and tongue. Quinton placed both his hands on her head. Andrea wanted to please him. Her tongue rolled around his cock, savoring the taste and feel of him in her mouth.
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