She got up and went to her trunk and pulled out Sandy's picture. She handed it to Marcus. “This took me three days to make and two days for it to dry. But it's from me, no one else.” She watched him flip the tarp that covered it and sucked in his breath. “My God, Annabelle, this is beautiful!” He ran his hand over the painting. “You did this in three days?” He handed the picture to Lance who glanced at it, then at her. She shrugged. “Growing up in the mountains with no one around, I was always lonely, so I painted. For me, it was a way to release my emotions. With brothers in the house, it was hard. Lately, with the demons, the babies, there is so much swirling around in me that I need to let the emotions out. Right now, painting is easing it.” She sighed and walked over to the painting she had been working on. She took it over to Marcus and sat on his lap, hissing from the lingering pain. “This is just the outline I finished for the picture. I was hoping to finish it today, so I could finish another I was working on.” Marcus sat up and glanced at the picture. “Tell you what. Why don't you finish the painting you were going to work on after you finished this one? I'll have one of the guards get you another canvas in town real quick. We have two hours after lunch. You can work on your painting then, but Annabelle, there will be no undressing in front of the guards.” Annabelle shook her head. “Do you really believe I would do that, Marcus? Ask them yourself. I even put this smock on for you two because I knew you would be mad if I was naked in front of them.” She took the painting back and went to get up, but he stopped her. “So you didn't strip your clothes off in front of them because you were mad at us?” Lance asked, frowning. “No, Lance, I wouldn't do that to them.” Marcus released her and she grabbed a pen, writing down the size of canvas she needed. “Here is the size I need, and a list of paint colors. If they could get those for me, I'd appreciate it.” She walked to the door and opened it. Marcus raised his eyebrow. “Are you dismissing us?” He stood and walked to her. She shrugged. “I can't work on your gift if you're in the room.”
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Marcus made his way down the stairs, furious with himself.
“Marcus?” Annabelle yelled from upstairs. He frowned and headed back upstairs.
“What's wrong?” He glanced around; nothing looked out of place. “Nothing. I had a question. Is it okay if I get dressed after I'm done painting? I didn't want you to get mad again.” He shook his head and sighed. “We'll be up here to get you, baby. And don't worry, we won't burst into the room again.” He kissed her cheek and turned to meet Lance once more on the stairs.
“Lance.”
“Don't even say it. Roses?” he asked, pulling out his cell phone. “Yeah, better make it at least six dozen. Two red, two white, and two yellow, and see if they can have them here within an hour. We can give them to her when we retrieve her from her studio.” He laughed. “Now I know why dad has accounts at the florist, jewelry store, and the local hotel.” Lance nodded. “Maybe it would be a wise thing for us to do too. I have a feeling we're going to need them a lot.” For the next hour and a half, Marcus and Lance checked the tunnels, but all the while he thought of his mate. She had a fire in her that set his blood boiling. When she had thrown that paint brush at him, he had wanted to flip her over that chair and bury his cock into her sweet ass. Stepping up to the studio door, he found a little note for them. Marcus, Lance. I got done early so I'm in the shower downstairs. I kinda had an accident with the turpentine. Needless to say, I stink. Love ya’, Annabelle Lance laughed and shook his head. “Why am I not surprised?” Marcus laughed as they turned around and headed for their room with flowers in hand. Soft Christmas music played as they opened the bedroom door to see Annabelle wrapped in a blanket before the fireplace, her guards at the door waiting. He nodded, indicating they could leave, and stepped into the room. The clothes she had worn earlier lay on the bed waiting for her. She glanced up and smiled at them, then looked at the flowers. “Are those for me?” she squealed and jumped out of the chair, running towards them. The blanket fell to the floor as she stood before them naked. “I've never gotten flowers before, and so many.” A knot formed in Marcus's throat when he saw the smile on her face. “It's our way to say we're sorry for earlier, for doubting you.” He put the flowers in her arms, as did Lance. She closed her eyes and smelled them. “Thank you, but you didn't have to do this.” Her big brown eyes met his, and he knew they had made the right choice. “Yes, we did. When we're wrong, we'll tell you and own up to it. Now, let's get you dressed. We have a guest coming for lunch. Do you want the flowers left up here or would you like them in your studio?” Lance asked, taking the flowers from her arms. “How about half in here and half upstairs? That way I can enjoy them in both places.” She reached up and kissed Lance. He nodded and opened the door to hand the flowers to the butler. “She wants half of them up here in the bedroom and half of them in her studio, please.” The butler nodded and left to get vases.
“Come into the bathroom, Annabelle. We need to take the butt plug out.” Marcus followed her into the bathroom. “Put your hands on the counter.” He reached down and slowly pulled out the plug. “Tonight you'll be ready for us. We have special plans for you. Did the canvas and the paints come?” He washed the plug and put it in the bathroom drawer with the other toys they had for her. He heard her gasp and knew she had seen the different dildos they had bought her. It was just a sample of their toys. “Oh, we have much more hidden all over the place for you.” “Marcus.” She gasped. “There isn't nothing to worry about, Annabelle. We like to play a lot.” He smiled and led her back into the room. “So, she saw some of the toys, hmm?” Lance purred as he wrapped the skirt around her waist and tied it. Marcus held up the blouse and she slipped her arms into it as Lance buttoned it. “We have a special lunch planned for today. You never answered my question. Did your canvas come?” She nodded, but he shook his head. “That's not an answer.” “Yes, and everything is perfect.” She gulped as they led her downstairs into the dining room. Marcus watched as she took in the change in furniture. He guided her to Brad, who stood in the back waiting.
“This is Brad. He will be serving us today. On special occasions, we have certain people who serve our needs. This afternoon, he'll be helping us get you ready for tonight.” “Marcus?” She gazed at Brad, then back at him. She jumped when she heard hard pounding on the outside door.
“Relax, baby.” Marcus guided her to the front parlor where Doug was talking to Lance. His slave stood behind him with her head lowered. Doug and Lance turned to them as they approached. “Annabelle, this is Doug, one of our best friends and a senior master at our dungeon. Behind him is his wife and slave, Chris.”
Chapter Fifteen
Nervous did not adequately describe what she felt as she was introduced to Doug and Chris. The way she stood behind him and said nothing made Annabelle furious, but she guessed that was what she wanted. But she'd be damned if she'd do that. She gazed up at Marcus and frowned. “I don't mean to be rude, and I'm sorry if I am, but Marcus, there is no way I could do what she is doing.” Marcus rubbed her arm and smiled at her. “You're not being rude. You're just not used to it. See Doug would never make Chris stand behind him if this was a normal lunch. She is his partner, lover, friend, mate, and slave. Like you are to us. You will learn that at certain functions, or if we are at the dungeon, this is how it's done.”
He nodded to Doug, who held out his hand, and his wife placed her small hand in his. Chris looked up and smiled at Annabelle. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Annabelle. Rest assured that if this was just a normal party or event, my mate is right by my side. Yes, it took many months for me to get used to this, but in the end, the rewards were well worth it.” She hugged her and stepped back. Marcus guided her back into the dining room and to her seat. Lance sat on one side and Marcus on the other. Doug placed Chris right in front of her on the opposite side of the table. He reached around her and unzipped her long winter coat to reveal nothing underneath. She was stark naked. Lance snapped his fingers and nodded to Annab
elle. She glanced up to see Brad step behind her. He reached around her and began unbuttoning her blouse. She looked at Lance, and he smiled. “Not a word during lunch. If we ask you a question, you may answer, but nothing more. Is that understood?” He gave her a stern look. “Yes.” Her voice wavered just a bit. “Yes, what, Annabelle?” Marcus said. She thought for a moment, then knew the answer. “Yes, Master.”
They both smiled as Brad lifted one arm, then the next and removed her blouse. Doug sat next to his wife watching, as he played with her nipple. “This is a learning lunch, Annabelle. Stand up, please,” Marcus ordered and nodded to Brad, who removed the last piece of her clothes.
“You may sit. We are going to feed you, touch you, and play with you. That means Doug, Brad, Lance, and I will have access to you, Annabelle.” He stopped and stared at her. She fidgeted in her seat. If they were going to touch her, were they also going to touch others? She frowned and opened her mouth to say something, but Lance reached over and slapped her breast. “Ouch…” She jumped a bit, and glared at him. He sighed and shook his head. “You were told not to say a word, Annabelle. That is one punishment coming.” Annabelle glared at him, then at Marcus, but didn't say a word. She ground her teeth together and focused on the table. “Look at me,” Marcus demanded. She slowly turned her head and glared as hard as she could at him. “You're mad, aren't you?” Marcus asked. “Yes, Master,” she snipped. “Why?” Lance asked. “Because all I wanted to do was ask a question, since this is new to me, but I'm not allowed to ask, so I'll keep my mouth shut as a good slave does. Master!” She held Lance's gaze. Marcus's shoulders slumped and he got up. “If you would excuse us, please? Lance and I need to talk to our mate for a minute.” Tears slipped down her face. They were going to punish her again and she didn't do anything wrong. She got up and followed Marcus out of the room. Lance trailed behind her and didn't say a word. They led her into an office that was right around the corner and closed the door behind them. “Sit.” He indicated the soft leather chair in front of the desk. Lance had turned it so it faced Marcus. Annabelle sat in the chair and gazed down at the floor and waited. Would she ever get anything right? “Look at us, please,” Lance asked as he got down on his knees before her. Marcus followed and kneeled before her. “You did nothing wrong. Once again we didn't explain something to you and we hurt you. We're sorry. Please forgive us.” Lance pleaded and laid his head in her lap. She brushed the side of his face. “I don't understand. Lance, please tell me. You didn't hurt me. I was just confused.” She glanced at Marcus. “In our lifestyle, masters must explain to the slave that if there is a question, or something is wrong, she must signal her masters so she may be allowed to talk. We did not set up such a thing for you and we punished you when we shouldn't have.” Marcus cupped her cheek. “So what will be my signal, Marcus? You are forgiven. We all make mistakes. I'm bound to make many, so I hope you will be patient with me.” She leaned over and kissed his lips softly, then lifted Lance's head, kissing him. He smiled at her and sat back. “Just say ‘master.’ We won't penalize you for it. And, Annabelle, if you're really afraid of something or don't want to try something, we want you to say ‘red.’ We'll know to stop and talk to you then.” “Now, what question did you have earlier?” Marcus stood up and held out his hand. She put her hand in his and he helped her up. “Are you going to let others…. Well, have sex with me? Are you going to have sex with others?” Her hand got sweaty in his and she tried to pull it out, but he held it. “Sex can mean many different things, Annabelle. If you mean are we going to fuck someone else, then no. We are yours alone, as you are ours. No one will fuck you, but they might touch you, or use toys on you. If any man tries to fuck you, we would kill him. Yes, Annabelle, we will touch others, but you will be there watching everything. We would never hide anything from you.” Marcus kissed her lips softly as Lance hugged her from behind. “No man will make you come either. We will be the only ones to bring that pleasure to your body.” Lance nibbled her neck. “Now, let's go. We have kept our guests waiting long enough.”
* * * *
They led Annabelle back into the room. Chris was now tied to the chair. Marcus nodded to her chair and Annabelle sat. “Chris is tied to the chair with rope. It's a little rough on the skin, but I believe you'll be fine. Doug is an expert in rope binding. As a matter of fact, he and Chris put on demonstrations at the club.” He turned to Doug. “Would you do the honors, please?”
Doug stood up and took the rope from Brad. “It would be my pleasure.”
Annabelle sat still as Doug pulled her hands behind the chair and wound the rope around her wrists. Next he took one of her feet and pulled her leg to the side of the chair, tying her ankle to the back leg. He repeated the process, opening her up for them. His hand traced down the inside of her leg, as he scanned her body. “She's a beauty and very responsive. You've done well, Marcus, Lance.” He got up and sat down in his chair.
“Thank you. We'd like to apologize to you three. It seems that having a mate has made us forget certain things. We were wrong earlier to punish her. We never explained the rules to her.” Marcus sighed. “I'm afraid we'll be apologizing a few times to her.” He laughed and nodded to Brad. “Let's eat, shall we?” Brad put the sandwiches and fruit on the table and stood behind them. He grabbed a sandwich and put it to Annabelle's mouth. She licked her lips and took a small bite. Marcus couldn't wait to stuff his cock into that beautiful mouth, but not yet. Her watched as Doug applied nipple clamps on Chris. Then he picked up a strawberry and ran it across Annabelle's lips. She lowered her gaze and jumped back so hard her chair flew backward. “No!” Lance caught the chair before it hit the ground. “What the hell was that for? You could have hurt the babies.” “I'm allergic to strawberries. Please untie me. My lips are already starting to itch,” she begged. Marcus stood and untied her ankles and arms. As soon as she was free, she dashed out of the room, not waiting for anyone. He glanced at Lance. “Will she still have an allergic reaction, now that she's one of us?” Lance shrugged. “I have no idea. We might have to ask Mom on that one, but we'd better make sure she's okay. Doug, sorry about today. It seems our little party is not going to happen.” Lance shook his hand and nodded at Chris. “Please stay and eat. It's the least we can do. If she's okay, we'll see you tonight.” Marcus took the stairs two at a time, Lance right behind him. They rushed into their room, but she wasn't there. He glanced at the bathroom door and it was shut. He tried the knob, but it was locked. “Annabelle, open this door. We need to make sure you're okay.” He turned to Lance. “Remind me to have the locks taken off the damn doors.”
“Go away, Marcus. I don't want you to see me like this.” Her words were slurred and he could hear the tears in her voice.
Lance waved his hands, magical words flew out of his mouth and the door opened. Both of them stepped into the bathroom to see Annabelle on the floor covering her face, rocking back and forth. Marcus kneeled down next to her and pried her hands away from her face. Sure enough, both of her lips were swollen, and her eyes were red, but he didn't know if it was from her crying or the allergic reaction. “I'm so sorry, baby. I think I need a list of things not to do to you.” He laughed and kissed her nose. “I'm sorry I ruined your lunch, Marcus.” She wiped her cheeks. “I swear, every time we have something planned, it gets ruined.” Lance bent down next to them. “You didn't do this on purpose. Things happen. Now come on. Let's get into the bed. Do you know how long it will take for the swelling to go down?” He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom and placed her on the bed. “It all depends if I've eaten them. Since I didn't, the swelling should go down in a couple of hours, I hope. Shit!” She sucked on her fat lip. Marcus glanced at her from the end of the bed, and she smiled. “I bit my lip, sorry.” He laughed and headed towards the door. “Well, since you didn't eat, let me at least go get some sandwiches and some dessert for you.” He stopped and looked at her. “Anything else you're allergic to?” She smiled and nodded. “Carrots, peaches, and I can't wear
any jewelry that is plated. It either has to be real silver or gold. Oh, and I'm allergic to penicillin.” Shaking his head, he opened the door. “Lance, why don't you take her upstairs to her studio so she can work on her painting while we feed her? Plus, the thought of watching her painting in the nude does have its advantages.” He wiggled his eyebrows and she laughed. He loved to make her laugh. The twinkle she got in her gaze and the dimples on her cheeks made him hard every time he saw her like that. “Hey, Marcus. How about some ice cream? Chocolate, maybe?” She got off the bed and walked towards him. “The coolness might help with the swelling and I love chocolate ice cream.” Lance wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her head. “I think Marcus can come up with some chocolate ice cream.” Marcus smiled and read between the lines. Yes, they might not have had their lunch, but they were still going to play with their beautiful mate. When Marcus walked into the kitchen, he was surprised to see Doug sitting on one of the bar stools. “What's wrong, Doug? I thought you would have left. Is Chris still here?” He opened the freezer and pulled out the ice cream and set it on the counter. He took out a glass cup for the ice cream.
“I got a call from the dungeon. It seems Alocer wants a meeting with you and your brother tonight. He's heard that you're holding a private party and he wants to be there.” Marcus slammed his hand on the glass, shattering it. He turned to Doug. “And how did Alocer learn about our party? Only the senior members were to be told. I know for a fact there is not one demon in our private club,” he growled. Doug grabbed Marcus's hand and started to pull out the pieces of glass. “We don't know, but I have Darius on it. He did mention something about a peace offering and for you to call him.” Doug pulled out a piece of paper with a number and laid it on the counter as he pulled the last piece of glass out of his hand. Annabelle came running through the kitchen door with Lance. She gazed at his hand and ran to him. “What did you do? Are you okay?” She took his hand from Doug and tried to lick the holes, but he pulled away. “Don't, Annabelle. There still might be some glass in it and I don't want you hurt. I'm fine. I'm sorry I worried you. I thought you were going to paint.” He glanced at Lance, who shrugged. “She knew you had hurt yourself and rushed out of the room before I could catch her. But I do think we need to start keeping everyone out of the house. I like watching her run around all naked, especially when these nice big boobs start a-bouncing.” He grabbed them from behind and pinched her nipples. She swatted his hands. “Your brother is hurt. Now stop.” She glanced at Doug and turned away from him. “I'm sorry about this afternoon, Master Doug. Maybe you and Chris could come over after the holidays for dinner one night, if it's okay with my masters?” “I'm fine. Why don't you go back up and get your painting done? I have some business to discuss with Doug before I join you up there. Lance, grab the tray from the dining room with the sandwiches and take those up with you. I'll bring the ice cream up when I'm done. Oh, and Annabelle, we'll pick a date and have a little party after the holidays so you can meet everyone.” He kissed her cheek and nodded to Lance, who guided her out of the room. “Give me your phone, Doug. If it will end this threat against my mate, I'm willing to try, but I want double the security and I want Annabelle's father there also. He can act as a go-between with her brothers.” Marcus wrapped the dish towel around his hand and grabbed Doug's phone. “And Doug, we'll have the meeting in the Old Master's room. I don't know if we'll have time for introduction to the family, but we'll see. He'll be in attendance at the introduction, so make sure the others are aware of it. I don't want anyone offending him. Is that understood? All will be made clear soon. We'll have the meeting first.” Marcus punched in the phone number and waited for Alocer. He had met him a few times and knew he kept his word when he gave it. He should have stepped forward sooner. Then none of this crap would have happened.
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