“You better keep her on a tight leash and out of sight or might just decide to sample her for fun just to get back at you both and teach you a lesson.”
Marcus lunged at him grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo in a temper. I tried to pull him off but suddenly Jason was at my side with two security guards. He wound his arm around my body and lifted me up and away from the two men.
“You come near her or touch her and I mean it I will kill you. She is not gong to be one of your victims. Do I make myself clear?” Marcus growled in a menacingly calm voice.
But Richard just laughed.
“We will see brother. It is always a pleasure to take something away from the men who have everything,” he sneered like a petulant child. “You have just given me something else to pursue. I won’t rest until you two are finished and you know what it feels like to have everything taken from you.”
“We’ll be waiting for you this time,” Marcus was livid and I found myself praying he would not hit the man. This was fast becoming like a scene with Thomas and I had been threatened. I had the urge to remove myself somewhere quiet so I could think. They were trying to protect me but after that morning in the street I just didn’t want to take anymore. But I wasn’t going anywhere in Jason’s hold.
The three security men surrounded Richard and took hold of him but Marcus would not let go.
“Go running back to father,” he almost spat the words at his stepbrother. “And extend the warning to him. Tell him to keep away from our mother and Elizabeth or this time there will be severe consequences for you both. This time we won’t let you both get away with it.”
Marcus pushed him in to the men and let go. Richard struggled in the men’s grip but they were too strong for him and they started to move him out of the lobby quickly. Marcus corrected his attire and ran his hand through his hair. I put my hand to my mouth feeling nervous again and the weight of everyone’s eyes upon us. It felt too much like that morning.
Feeling a surge of unexpected anger I pushed at Jason who looked at me confused and let go of his firm hold as Marcus walked towards us. I took quick advantage and lifted my long red dress to run to the other end of the lobby through the people making their way in to the auditorium to sit at their tables hoping for a back door or some other place of refuge I could get some peace and calm myself down.
I could hear them both calling after me and hear their feet as they pursued me but I would not listen. I just needed some space. Why couldn’t they understand? Everything in my life was changing and going out of my control. On the whole I was thrilled by it but there was a part of me that was terrified and wanted to cling to the past for security. I just hoped the twins could be patient with me.
But I was to learn that there was no escape from their wonderful delicious growing unconditional love and that their support would ensure I never felt the need to run and hide again.
Chapter Eight
My first inclination was to run to the bathroom but I couldn’t find the rest rooms and instead I spied another set of doors leading out to the side of the building. Panic was rising inside me and I just wanted to be able to breathe. I stumbled outside and took in a large gulp of air feeling relief.
This was the point when I could make a run for it, disappear in to the streets of Rome and not be seen again. No one would find me and I could finally be free. I glanced back expecting to find the brothers behind me ready to change my mind. But so far I had evaded them. Did I really want to leave them both?
The moment I set eyes on the boys I had felt safe, cared for, all the things I had wished for in my husband. Wasn’t that what life was all about? Finding someone to cherish and love you for what you were and not what you should be in their eyes? Had I found it with two men? So many questions flooded my mind.
I didn’t really want to be alone. That was the last thing on my mind and the pleasure I felt with the twins was exquisite. There was no other adequate word to describe it. When I thought about leaving and running along the busy Roman street towards the Coliseum I could see in the distance again, I felt incredibly sad and as though I were turning my back on something special. But fear kept nagging at me telling me to run.
I didn’t really feel good enough for them and that I was afraid they would ditch me for another woman in time. A slimmer, taller, prettier and younger model figure would usurp me. Tears gathered and spilled despite my frustration and angry determination not to let them. I couldn’t really believe they wanted me. So the time I had come. Was I in or out?
In. God help me. Please don’t let them reject me just yet. Just a little bit longer. This is everything I wanted. I didn’t expect to find it with two men but it is what it is and I am beginning to adore them. Even if they tire of me after a couple of weeks . . . it will have been worth it. As long as I can keep away from Thomas and that horrible stepbrother of theirs. What the hell is the story there?
My internal dialogue continued but was abruptly interrupted when the glass doors were flung open. Marcus and Jason moved out on to the street to stand with me.
Marcus was furious and his handsome twin brother’s eyes were flashing wild with fear and anger.
“God we were so worried,” Marcus said firmly taking my arm and pulling me to him. “Why did you run away? And why are you crying? Has someone hurt you? Did Richard find you?” he asked sweeping his arms around me directing my head to his chest his anger dispersing in to concern as he held me.
There was genuine fear in his tone. Jason placed his hand on the top of my back above his brother’s arms and rubbed it.
“I just wanted some air and to think. That incident with your stepbrother reminded me of this morning on the street and I just needed some time to think. I am fine just a little tired. This is very overwhelming. I didn’t want to make you worry but I had to get some space. I’m sorry. No one has been here. Really, I am all right. I am sorry, so sorry,” I tried to reassure listening to myself make a whole host of excuses in the hope that I would not be cruelly verbally reprimanded as I always was by Thomas.
My tone was shaky and pleading. I hated listened to the pattern I had been forced in to following to placate my husband. I hated myself for it. Did I have to do it with Marcus and Jason? I didn’t know enough about them. They were men weren’t they? It would be yet another risk I was taking. What if they turned out just like my husband and the circle began once more.
“Hey, relax. We understand,” Marcus told me as though he had heard my thoughts. “There is no need to feel afraid of us. I can hear it in your voice. We aren’t him,” He told me kissing my cheek.
“You sound like our mother did with our father. I can’t bear it,” Jason said. “Neither of us will have you afraid of us.”
I wanted to hear more about their mother and what she had suffered but the twins were guarded and didn’t want to discuss it.
Jason pressed his body close to my back and rubbed my shoulders. I was deliciously sandwiched between the two and I felt so safe.
Marcus tilted my chin upwards and caught my gaze. He was smiling but his voice became firm and commanding.
“However, little one you will need to be schooled with a spanking for running away when we were trying to protect you. Marcus’s rules, always obey my instructions on your protection especially when our abusive stepbrother and father are around. Richard has made his intentions clear and tonight I do not want you leaving my side again. These are the rules you agreed to accept, baby girl and if you disobey them there will be consequences.”
I felt my sex stir with moist need. I wanted to be disciplined in the arousing loving way they used to rule me as my Dominants. I needed and craved their control. Nothing made me feel more loved and safe. It was a paradox. Here I was trying to escape a husband who wanted to control me with cruel words, put downs and physical abuse in dragging me out of shops yet I wanted to be mastered by the brothers, brought to kneeling in return for being loved, adored, even worshiped on some level for being their dutiful subm
issive. It felt natural and I was compelled to pursue it further and find out what else I was capable of under the false veneer of I projected to accommodate others. I parted my lips.
“Yes, Sir. I understand,” I answered in a small meek submissive voice.
“Good girl,” they both chorused seductively.
“Everything doesn’t start for another twenty minutes. It is your turn to establish your own rules, Marcus but I will assist in her punishment, if you require,” Jason said trailing his finger tips along my bare shoulder sending tiny shivers down the length of my body to erupt in a wave of wetness between my thighs.
Marcus began to direct me in to the corner of the doorway away from the street. Luckily none of the guests milled around this back entrance to the theatre building and I prayed my spanking would not be seen or heard. But I should have known the twins were far too protective to have me bared and seen by anyone else. They had it all in hand.
Marcus pulled me against him in the corner and his brother maneuvered in behind me. Their bodies brushed my own and I felt their hard cocks demand to be inside me pushing against my bottom and sex through the dress. I held my breath and waited.
“Lift her dress,” Marcus instructed his brother.
Jason’s hands around my waist moved and skimmed down my hips taking time to appreciate the curves of my figure. I tried to watch as he bent down on his haunches and his hands travelled down my legs pausing to hold my calves possessively but Marcus cupped the side of my face and commanded my attention.
“Eyes front, darling. Don’t disobey me again.”
Jason’s hands reached the bottom of my dress and for a moment he held my ankles tightly making me think he had placed restraining cuffs around them. I forced myself to take a breath. Marcus was watching me the whole time, gazing to my eyes with loving stern command. I felt my body respond by melting against him. Then I felt the cool evening breeze caress my bare calves. Jason was lifting my dress.
Nervously, I reached out my hands and gasped as I pushed them against his chest to hold on. Marcus appeared to like my sudden anxious discomfort at being publicly exposed and the way I held on to him like a child as though it were part of my punishment by the sensuous curl of his lips.
My dress rose higher between the two men and now it was skimming over my silk red panties to settle at my waist.
“Hold it while I take off her panties.”
Jason grinned at his brother.
“I am looking forward to this.”
Marcus let go of my face and lowered his body. I felt his hands round over my buttocks and then one of them skim across the silk and lace v shape of my panties at the front. A jolt of electricity shot through my body at his touch making a small moan escape my tightly pursed lips. Then his fingers were tucking under the flimsy material at the sides and my panties were sliding and curving down my thighs.
The air brushed my clit as it was exposed to the night air making it tingle and ache with anticipation. Jason caressed his fingers over my buttock in a circular motion as the other hand held my dress up. Marcus pulled my panties down to my ankles and then lifted one high heeled red and silver sandal up out of them with seductive care before turning his attention to the other. I made the mistake of moving and found Jason’s hand winding around to the front of my body and my abdomen to hold me steady and in place. He stroked his hands over the gentle curve of my stomach as though to placate and soothe me in to submission, his finger tips skimming the neatly shaven mound of hair that covered my sex.
Marcus began to slowly raise himself from the ground holding my panties in one hand. But suddenly he stopped, his lips just inches from my pussy. I felt his breath caress my clit and shivered again. I wanted to beg him to touch it, pinch and knead it to satisfaction but I refrained from such an outburst in respect for my Master when he was disciplining me.
His hand slid around my thigh and I became aware of him studying my sex.
“She’s wet, Jason. I want her like this all of the time so we can take her wherever and whenever we wish. Another one of my rules to add to the list.”
I expected to feel the touch of his hand but it was the gentle lick of his tongue I felt against the tiny wet jewel. I moaned unable to help myself. He lapped again. The aim of his wet caress was with precision. He touched only my clit and nowhere else.
A heavy ache to be penetrated fluttered in to life inside my sex. So far the billionaire twins had played with me, introduced me to their discipline and their rules but they were yet to ride me to satisfaction and I prayed it would be soon.
“Please, I want . . .I need to be penetrated. How much longer must I wait to have you both inside me,” I blurted out forgetting my place, unable to help myself.
Marcus moved his face away from my pussy and cupped it with his large male palm. I gave a small yelp when he spanked it hard twice. He shook his head and I blushed casting my eyes downwards like a naughty girl.
“You have just earned yourself five extra strokes when I get that bottom of yours bared for discipline, little one,” he said with a fatherly tone.
He spanked my pussy again and my bottom bucked backwards against Jason. He was hard and his sheathed length nestled between the crease of my buttocks through his tuxedo trousers as I did so. My ache grew and my sex flooded after the momentary sharp sting of pain after the slap.
“Part of your submission training involves being patient to be taken. This is a joint brother rule. It is our right to choose when, where and how. You simply obey and part your thighs or bottom when we order it and take your pleasure when we allow it. Do I make myself clear, little one?” he said swatting my sex twice more.
“Yes, Daddy, yes,” I answered breathlessly.
Marcus stood and towered over me again in his tuxedo making me feel small and enticingly fragile in their protective hold.
I watched Marcus deposit my panties in his inside pocket.
“Lower her dress. I need a room for what I have in mind,” Marcus told his brother.
Jason smoothed my dress down my legs and I tried to get used to the idea of being without any panties on underneath my dress after having them forcibly removed by my twin Masters.
Jason kissed my shoulder.
“Good girl. The theatre manager said we could use his office to make calls. We could take her there. We have fifteen minutes left.”
Marcus was cupping my face again and brushing his lips against mine. I wanted more, to be kissed deeply but he pulled back quickly when I reached for him. He wagged his finger at me.
“Naughty girl. Patience, little one. Soon. Before the night’s end.”
He looked at Jason over my shoulder.
“Let’s get her there and get this bottom out in the open so she can be disciplined. We can’t let this go,” he said with determination smoothing his hand over my rump. “I thought we’d lost her to him tonight.”
“I agree, let’s go.”
Each brother took one of my arms and guided me back indoors and down the back end of the lobby to a corridor and an office.
Jason knocked on the door and opened it when he received no answer to check it was not occupied. He motioned for Marcus to lead me inside and locked the door behind us.
Marcus wasted no time in taking me straight to the desk. He stood me in front of it and undid the zip in the back of my dress. He quickly stripped me of the garment leaving me standing in my strapless bra, my high heeled sparkling sandals and nothing else.
His eyes roamed my body with approval but then frowned when they rested on my bra.
“I need something to tie her hands with,” he said to Jason as he reached behind me to undo the catch on my bra.
He lifted it away and tossed it on to one of the large padded chairs littering the white and gilt edged office. Jason draped my dress over the chair and put the bra beside it. Then he searched the room and found to his surprise two lengths of red satin ribbon that were hanging next to an eighteenth century costume. He raised his eyebrows
and brought them forward.
With a boyish grin, Marcus took one of the lengths and pulled my wrists together. He wound the satin material around them and secured it tightly. Once more I was at their mercy and loving every moment even though my heart thudded every time I heard footsteps walking past the office and the chatter of guests in the lobby.
Marcus raised my bound hands up in to the air and cupped one of my breasts making me give a cry when he squeezed it.
“Now, little one, I am going to clear the desk and you are going to drape yourself across it face down.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said eager to obey and not earn myself any more strikes with whatever he was planning to use to spank me with. I hoped it would just be with his hand but when he cleared the surface of the desk and led me to it I could see he had other ideas.
As I lay over the desk with my tied hands stretched out in front of me dangling over the other side, my breasts squashing in to the bound black leather and my wet sex pressing in to the edge I turned to see Marcus holding a long wooden ruler in his hand.
Theirs: Series I Page 6
