“Kneel again.”
Becoming more accustomed to his stern orders, I knelt at his feet. He took a red cushion from the chair and placed it on the floor in front of me.
“Put your face on the cushion and thrust your bottom up in to the air so I can gaze upon you while I sit and read my reports for the office before your tea arrives, little one.”
With trepidation I leaned forwards and put my head face down on the cushion.
The twin brothers stood over me making me feel a mite self conscious under their careful scrutiny.
“There is something missing,” Marcus said bending to smooth his hand over one milky buttock and then between the crease making me jump.
“Yes,” Jason said. “She needs to be anally plugged.”
I am sure they heard me gasp and gulp.
“Get one and fetch the tub of lubricant while you are at it,” Marcus told Jason.
“Good job we came prepared on this trip. I wasn’t sure we would get the chance to use it all. This is a dream come true for both of us,” he said excitedly and then he added, “And I hope it is for you, little girl,” he said softly stroking my bottom.
I thought hard. Yes it was and I hoped for more even though I was about to be plugged.
“Yes it is. I never hoped to be rescued from my life and to meet you both. I am frightened at allowing myself to submit to you but I don’t regret it,” I said softly, close to tears. “Thank you.”
The twins knelt and covered me with their warm hard muscled bodies eager to give me comfort.
“This is a journey for all of us,” Marcus said kissing the top of my head while Jason caressed his fingers over my bottom in a circular motion. “We are all going to heal from this. Now let us waste no more time and get you plugged. Once you are, anal sex won’t feel so daunting.”
Chapter Seven
I felt the brush of Marcus’s hand across my back. He was kneeling behind me, his free hand pulling open the crease of my buttocks to place his thumb over the hole. I couldn’t stop myself from whimpering a little when he pushed his cool wet lubricated thumb gently in to the entrance of my anus.
“Shh, Kitten. Everything is all right,” he whispered brushing his lips lightly over one bare buttock. “Daddy will be careful. I won’t hurt you. Just relax and continue being obedient. Would it help if I gagged you?”
Why did the idea of being gagged while he plugged me provide me with a strange reassuring comfort? I felt fear at my thoughts and new desires stab at my mind. Yet it was what I wanted and needed. I didn’t understand.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Don’t sound so frightened,” little one,” there was humor in Marcus’s voice. “I think it is a wise choice for the first time.”
I felt Jason’s hand rub gently down the length of my back as though he were stroking the flanks of a thoroughbred. It made me feel adored.
“Ok, baby girl, this will be over in a moment and then you can relax and look forward to this evening. We want to show you off,” he said with pride making my heart leap with joy they could feel that way about me.
Marcus was moving away from me. I turned my head to the side to see him undoing his tie and removing it from his collar just like Jason had done earlier. He leaned over me and I felt the red silk press against my lips. Willingly I accepted its forced invasion in to my mouth tipping up my head with parted lips.
Then he moved to pick up the steel butt plug with a small pink jewel on the end of it. He lubricated it and then knelt to position it at the entrance of my anus. His hand rested on one buttock pulling at it to open the crease a little more. I gasped with the feel of the cool gel and then the plug was invading my bottom.
Jason continued to hold my leash to keep me in place as the plug continued its path inside me. I whimpered more disturbed by the strange feeling of having my anal cavity penetrated rather than pain. My nerve ends tingled with a gentle pain as Marcus pushed further, deeper forcing them to submit and stretch the channel. Eventually it was inserted and the small jewel protruded my bottom.
Marcus patted my bottom.
“Perfect. Very pretty. Now face down on the cushion so that we can admire you while we do some work and then I will go downstairs and choose some clothes for you.”
Jason sat reading reports on one end of the sofa, my leash resting over his lap while his brother sat in a chair on the other side and I remained positioned for their viewing pleasure when they chose to cast their eyes upon me.
When my tea arrived I was made to drink it from the saucer and lap it while they stroked me like a kitten. I could not explain the warmth and comfort I took from the experience. All I know is that I felt free and unhampered by my chastising thoughts and feelings for the first time in my life. I was at liberty to be wanton and lost in the pleasure of submission to the two men. There was no one there to rebuke me for my behavior, only to encourage it.
A while later Marcus disappeared downstairs and Jason told me of the charity they ran for women who were exploited by the white slave trade in Europe and all over the world and abused women in all senses of the word. It was set up in honor of their mother and the abuse she suffered at the hands of their father. He wouldn’t tell me about his mother and I didn’t press further but I had to say I was greatly impressed. Tonight was a gala held to highlight the charity and celebrate the film festival they had arranged for the coming week to raise money and investment in their projects in Africa and Europe. I was to be their guest of honor at their table.
That evening the brothers positioned me in the middle of the Mercedes with Marcus on one side and Jason on the other. The flowing sexy red dress felt amazing on my curved figure. I had worn pretty evening dresses before but this one was special. I felt like a million dollars.
The chauffeur opened the door and Marcus got out first. My heart began to thud. There were people all around us. Camera lights flashed in my eyes making me feel dizzy. I took a sharp breath prompting both brothers to view with me concern.
“Elizabeth, are you all right?” Marcus asked first.
Heat flushed over my skin and every nerve ending in my body tingled with anxiety. I was about to be put on show in a major way. I didn’t feel good enough to be seen with the twin billionaires.
“I’m fine,” I lied. “Just a bit anxious. I didn’t expect there to be so many people,” I informed them in a small voice trying my best to smile to reassure them.
“Relax. You are beautiful and everyone is going to adore you,” he said trailing his fingers along my neck to lift my chin and press a kiss to my red lips.
Jason leaned over to whisper in my ear. His breath made my body shiver with pleasure as it blew across the lobe.
“Just remember who you belong to when the men at this party come around trying to take you from us,” he grinned. “Or we might have to lock you up in your room and tie you to the bed to keep you safe from predators, little one. We are not going to lose you to anyone.”
He finished his small speech with a kiss to my cheek just as I opened my mouth to gasp with shock at his words realizing by his tone that he meant every word of his threat.
He grinned again and got out of the car. Marcus did the same and held out his hand to help me alight. I tried not to look at the people surrounding the red carpet leading through the throng on either side which was restrained by barriers and the police. With a trembling hand I took it and allowed him to help me get out of the car.
I stepped out on to the red carpet and the flashing lights increased to the point I could barely see anything. The twins each swept an arm around my waist to support and protect me and I was damn grateful. Just this morning I had been a nobody and now I was stepping out on to a red carpet with two of the most wealthy and handsome men in the world. I felt like Cinderella and part of me was very afraid rather than happy about it. I didn’t want anyone to see me, take pictures of me or anything else. I was a quiet mouse who had initially blushed if a man had looked her way and constantly berated herself f
or her appearance. I didn’t know how or even if I could handle this publicity and adulation. Time would only tell.
Marcus and Jason made me pose for photographs, walking down the carpet to stop at intervals to answer calls from the press from all over the world and the paparazzi. Their Gala and film festival for charity was clearly a success.
We carried on down the carpet towards a film crew. My heart picked up rhythm. I was terrified even though I felt glamorous and overwhelmed by the attention. I prayed to God I would not be expected to open my mouth and talk to them. I glanced in to the crowd and homed in on someone. I caught my breath. Thomas was staring at me in the crowd. He shook his head angrily and pointed at me. He mouthed the words,
“You are mine.”
Marcus was to see everything. His grip around my waist tightened and he forcibly turned me to face the other way so I would not be looking in Thomas’s direction and receive any more silent abuse. My mind filled with anxiety. I wanted to run. There was no way I was going back to him.
“Ignore him,” Marcus whispered in my ear smiling at the crowd and the tv crew approaching us. “Marcus’s rule. I will always keep you safe and protected, darling. I will have security remove him.”
He brushed my cheek with a quick kiss sending the cameras flashing even more. Jason didn’t appear amused by Marcus’s declaration of ownership and planted his own on my opposite cheek clearly unabashed to tell the world I also belonged to him. The simple action by both men soothed my fear and I tried to dismiss presence from my mind.
Jason and Marcus began talking to the tv crew about their charity. I couldn’t help but feel proud of them both as they discussed the charity’s events through the film festival and the work they were doing. I smiled sweetly and glanced around at the crowd on the other side.
My eyes rested on a man. He was staring at me with a knowing grin on his face. He wasn’t like the other people cheering for the brothers and some of the major film stars I had been opened mouthed watching walk behind us on the carpet. No, all of his attention was on me. I frowned finding him peculiar. There was something oddly familiar about him. As I studied him more closely I realized he had the same thick dark hair and eyes as the twins. Another brother? He may have resembled the twins but he did not own their devastating good looks and his mouth was cruel and limp. A shudder of unease washed over me and I found myself trembling at the sickly dark way he was looking at me. Again I felt both brothers’ arms tighten protectively.
They continued to talk to the crew but I noticed Jason was now looking in the same direction. A quick glance at him showed him narrowing his eyes and glaring at the man for a moment as though warning off a deadly predator.
“I think we need to go inside,” he said gesturing with his eyes at his brother as he interrupted his conversation with the elegantly dressed newswoman. “Elizabeth is getting cold.”
“Elizabeth, is that your name? How do you come to be here with Marcus & Jason Wolf?” the woman began asking me.
But Marcus had almost telepathically got his brother’s message. He glanced over at the man in the crowd and frowned sharply.
“Sorry no more questions. We have to get inside. Thank you,” he said briskly to the woman.
The next thing I knew I was being forcibly marched in to the large ornate theatre building and my feet were barely touching the ground. My anxiety increased. They were afraid for my safety.
“Keep hold of her,” Jason said firmly to his twin gently pushing me at Marcus. “I will tell security to get those two removed. I won’t have either of them near her.”
“Don’t worry, I am not letting her go anywhere. What the hell is he doing here?”
“I don’t know and I don’t care. If he is around then that means father is and that always means trouble,” he said walking away through the throng of people famous and otherwise in tuxedos and evening dresses.
Marcus circled my waist with his hands and moved me in to the corner of the glass paneled lobby, almost lifting me there. He stood in front and faced me. His grip tightened on my waist as he protectively sheltered me from view with his body.
I felt the trail of his fingers gently down my cheek and then he cupped the side of my face before tilting it up towards him.
“I have been waiting for your husband turning up. He will be moved on. There is nothing to be afraid of.”
“Who is the other man? He looks like he might be your brother?” I was curious.
Marcus glanced behind him as though looking for him. He sighed and pressed the back of his fingers against my cheek. I briefly closed my eyes warming to the softness of his touch again feeling the shaking in my body begin to recede with his closeness. Yet I still yearned for Jason to return. I was fast coming to feel distressed without either brother’s comforting presence.
“He is our older stepbrother, Richard. But he isn’t anyone I want you to meet or associate with. He is dangerous and I don’t want my baby girl anywhere near him. He is poison. Now I don’t want anymore talk of him. We are here to enjoy ourselves. It’s a party, honey.”
But I shivered when I saw Richard emerge in a tuxedo between the throng and give me that horrible sickly leering grin he was giving to me outside. The man was coming straight towards us. I started to shiver. He gave me the creeps. You know that warning feeling you get as woman when a man is making you uncomfortable with his presence but you can’t quite put your finger on it. Marcus had not seen him and he frowned placing his hands on my bare arms to rub them warm.
“Your stepbrother is coming,” I told him. “Why does he make me feel so uncomfortable? I don’t understand?”
“Oh I do. If you knew what he was capable of you would understand your feelings,” he told me angrily glancing behind him to see his brother approach.
“Stay behind me and do not move or so help me, honey I will take my belt off and whip your bare ass in front of all of these people. Another of Marcus’s rules. Always obey or expect to have a sore red ass all the time. Richard is dangerous around women and I don’t like the way he is looking at you.”
Marcus put both hands on my waist again and moved me back against the glass before he turned to face his brother and guard by body by standing in front of me.
“Richard, what the hell are you doing here? What do you want?”
“I thought I would just check in on you both and see what you are up to these days. Who is the gorgeous girl you are protecting from me?” he asked tilting his head to look behind Marcus at me.
“None of your damn business. Now get out before I have you dragged out in front of the cameras.”
I peered around behind Marcus’s back hoping to learn more about Richard. I couldn’t help but be curious. But the billionaire put his hand behind his back neatly catching hold of my waist and pushed me back behind him. I gulped. Marcus was really serious about the danger posed by his stepbrotherby the over protective way he was acting.
People were starting to watch us and murmuring. My heart started to thud again and I shrunk behind Marcus suddenly glad of his tall muscled athletic frame determined to protect me in the confined space.
“I said get out. Jason is bringing security. You wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself yet again when you get thrown out of here on your ass?”
“I just want to see her. She is a pretty thing. Where did you two find her?”
Richard seemed to be baiting Marcus wanting a reaction. Gently I placed my hand on his shoulder.
“It’s ok. He can’t hurt me. He is just trying to wind you up. Don’t give him the satisfaction.”
Once more I pushed at Marcus’s hold on me trying to diffuse the situation. This is what I did all the time with Thomas. I had been used to protecting him for years from the after affects of his temper and trying to make it easy on myself to save us embarrassment in public places but I was about to find out that my behavior and need to protect Marcus was not to be tolerated under any circumstances. That was no longer my role.
“Stay ba
ck. I warned you, Elizabeth. You will not speak to the man, is that understood? He is a rapist,” he hissed.
I swear my mouth fell open and dutifully I retreated back behind Marcus shocked and fearing for my bottom. Nervously I rubbed it through my dress knowing fine well he would carry out his previous threat and it was probably well deserved.
“You won’t go near her. You might have got away with raping Joan but you won’t get near Elizabeth or I will kill you this time. No woman is safe around you,” he said in low threatening voice. “Father might keep protecting you from the fall out after you mistreat the women you meet but the minute Jason and I get anything on you, you are finished. Get out.”
Richard’s chestnut eyes narrowed and glowered for a moment at his brother but he did not deny anything Marcus’s had said which frightened me. Instead a menacing leering grin spread over his face and then he pointed at me.
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