Evan shrugged. "Time is money. Mike spent all night working on it, so the labor is all overtime."
"This is crap." She tossed the paper back at him and shoved between them to reach for her clothes. "I'm not paying that. It wasn't my fault he decided to work all night. That's all on him."
A strong arm wrapped around her waist, blocking her efforts. The end of her towel slipped, and her face burned as she realized that when Evan let go, the towel would fall. Judging from the smirk on his face, he knew it too, and before she could lift her hands, he released her waist and grabbed her wrists as the fabric sank to the floor.
"I suppose I could knock some of that off for this little show," he said, blatantly looking her up and down. She squirmed in his grasp, but he didn't even squeeze, just kept his fingers locked in a tight circle she couldn't pull her hands out of. "Settle down now. I have a proposition for you."
She glanced over at Mike, who shrugged before he reached over and ran a hand over her hip, then lightly slapped her butt. "I'd listen to the man, if I were you," he said.
Alyssa stilled, her heart racing and her thighs pressed tightly together as moisture pooled between her legs. She had an idea of what was coming, and even as her mind struggled to accept the truth, she already knew what her answer would be.
"I'm listening," she said, the words barely more than a whisper. Evan's eyes narrowed as he stared into hers, probing for...something. Nodding as though he'd found what he sought, he glanced at Mike.
"Wanna put that towel on the floor for her?"
Mike folded the towel into a rectangular pad, and placed it on the floor at Evan's feet.
"On your knees," Evan said, releasing her wrists abruptly. She sank down, using the towel as a cushion for her knees. The position put her right at eye level with Evan's crotch, and she resisted the urge to lick her lips at the bulge pressing obviously against his zipper.
"Eyes up here."
She looked up, catching a glimmer of amusement in his gaze. That was a good sign, she supposed.
"We propose that you work off your debt to us over the next three days. You'll be at our service twenty four hours a day, and you'll obey both of us without hesitation. Exactly seventy-two hours from now, you'll kneel before us just as you are now, and if you want to leave, you'll be free to go."
Alyssa thought for a moment. "And if I refuse?"
"Then the money is due immediately. If you don't have it, you'll have to find some other form of transportation to get home."
"So really, I don't have a choice here," she said, a feeling akin to relief flowing through her, though she tried to hide it.
"No, you don't." Mike's voice was low and rough, sending another flood of moisture to her core. "But we need to hear your answer anyway."
"I accept," she said softly, sealing her fate.
"Good," Evan said, bringing her attention back to him. "Now, I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock."
Chapter 6
Alyssa glanced at Mike as she reached for the button on Evan's pants. He was taking his own cock out, stroking it as he watched her. The look he gave her was so intense, so...knowing, that she felt like her soul was just as bare before him as her body. Turning back to the task at hand, she freed Evan's cock. It was slightly thinner than Mike's and longer, she thought as she ran her tongue from base to tip along the underside, then circled the head twice before sucking it into her mouth. Evan groaned as she slid down on him, taking her time on the way back up as she flicked her tongue along the sensitive skin. Bobbing gently up and down, she closed her eyes, focusing on the feel of his smooth, warm rod against her tongue.
"Open your eyes," Evan commanded, and she looked up at him, his cock deep in her mouth as she slid back ever so slowly. Letting him go with a pop, she circled the head with her tongue again, and then took as much of him as she could, all the way to her throat.
Strong hands closed on either side of her head as Evan took control, pulling back, then pushing in, fucking her mouth in a steady rhythm. She gagged a few times, but he pulled back, seeming to know how much she could take before she needed to breathe.
"That's right, pet. Your mouth is so pretty stretched around my cock. Take it all, like a good girl. That's it."
She sucked and released, milking his cock as well as she could and relaxing her throat as he pushed for deeper entry. Her skin tingled with arousal, her nipples hard and sore as they swayed with her every movement.
A finger probed between her legs and she twitched, taken by surprise as Mike pushed her legs farther apart yet powerless to move much in Evan's hold. One digit entered her dripping core, followed quickly by another, stretching her vaginal walls, then pulling free and smearing her tight asshole with her own juices as Evan continued to thrust in her mouth.
"We're going to take you here too." Mike's breath was hot on her ear as he spoke next to her ear, his finger slipping inside her protesting bud. She whimpered around Evan's cock, the sensations almost overwhelming as Mike added another finger to the one in her ass, and used his other hand to fill her sopping wet pussy. "That turns you on, doesn't it, Alyssa? Good girl, getting so wet for us."
Evan pulled his cock out of her mouth and she sucked in a breath as he moved back on the bed and lay down on his back. "Come up here, pet. Ride me with that sweet pussy of yours."
Mike released her, his fingers leaving her feeling strangely bereft as he helped her stand, and climb onto the bed. Positioning herself over Evan's cock, she felt Mike guiding it into her warm, wet channel, sliding easily inside. Clenching her inner muscles around him, she started to move, up and down, then grinding back and forth as he grabbed her hips and showed her what he wanted. Mike reached between them, running his fingers through her cream and then inserting them into her ass again, one, then two, then three. She whimpered and cried out as Evan reached up and pulled at her nipples, hard enough to send a shock through her system, and more moisture gushing between her legs.
"Such a responsive pet," he said between breaths as he held her hips still. "Is she ready?"
Mike's fingers slipped out of her ass, and he pressed her forward until her nipples rasped against Evan's chest. "Oh yeah," he said, gathering more of the moisture between her legs and spreading it over the puckered hole his fingers had loosened. Then she felt the head of his cock pressing against her backside, and a loud crack rang through the room as he smacked her ass hard at the same time he pushed inside.
"Relax," Mike growled as he breached the last of Alyssa's defenses, struggling to hold back so he wouldn't hurt her. He entered her a little at a time until that moment when she finally gave in, allowing him to slip completely inside. Holding still, he waited, Evan's dick filling her pussy as his own twitched in her ass. Then he started to move, his whole body vibrating as he took up a rhythm that Evan matched underneath.
"Oh God," Alyssa moaned, her body pulsing around him as she moved against them both. "I can't take--"
Mike leaned over and cupped a breast in each hand, thrusting harder as he suckled her earlobe. "You can," he whispered, his eyes meeting Evan's as the other man gave a slight nod. "Come with us, Alyssa. Now." He pinched both her nipples as he thrust deep, filling her ass as he came hard. Evan let out a shout as he pulsed inside her and Alyssa shivered violently around them both, groaning long and loud as she collapsed on top of Evan.
Slipping out, Mike rolled to the side, his legs shaking too hard to even attempt standing. His heart raced as he looked over at the woman they'd basically blackmailed into submission. She turned her head to look at him, her hand reaching out to rest against his chest. He'd expected fear, regret, even pain...but was surprised to see only calm acceptance in her gaze. He rolled over and kissed her, sweet, open-mouthed kisses that she eagerly returned. Then she turned away and he watched as Evan claimed her lips as well. It was a touching sight, and Mike pushed off the bed, his heart tight in his chest.
He went into the bathroom and cleaned himself off, then started a bath. When
he went back into the bedroom, Alyssa was lying on her side, curled up in the crook of Evan's arm. It was obvious that she was the one, and from the look on Evan's face, he agreed. If they could just convince her to accept that - to accept them, over the next few days...
"Come with me," he said softly, reaching for her hand. She let him help her up and followed him to the bathroom, reclining into the warm water with a contented sigh.
"Thank you," she said, her voice hoarse, and her cheeks colored prettily as she cleared her throat. He didn't smile, just nodded, got a warm washcloth and went back to the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Evan was sitting up against the headboard when Mike returned, and he tossed the cloth at him. "We can't let her go," Evan said as Mike pulled on his jeans.
"We made a deal." He buttoned his shirt and handed a clean one to Evan.
Evan scowled as he dressed. "Fuck the deal. She's ours now. Are you telling me you could watch her walk away?"
Mike shook his head, leaning against the wall. "No, but I would, if that's what she wanted." He closed his eyes, part of him wishing Alyssa had never stumbled into his shop. He looked up to see Evan shaking his head.
"You're in love, man. That's not a good sign."
Mike shrugged as the other man reached for the door. "I don't know. Maybe you're right." He tried to remember ever feeling this way about another woman, and came up empty. In all the relationships he'd had before, he'd been the one to end the relationship. Some hurt more than others, but he'd never felt so connected to anyone, even his first sub. Was it love? He didn't know what love was. But whatever it was, it was seriously messing with his head.
"I'll be in the shop," Evan said, letting himself out. Mike nodded, turning toward the bathroom door. Alyssa had had enough time to recover. It was time to go over some house rules that he had a feeling she wasn't going to like.
Chapter 7
Alyssa twitched in the bathtub as the doorknob rattled, her eyes flying open. When Mike slipped into the room, she lowered her gaze, unsure of their relationship now that she was basically indentured to him for the next few days. Suddenly the water felt cold, and she shivered, sitting up to wrap her arms around her knees. She wanted to get out, but waited, her confidence at an all-time low.
"There's a towel on the sink," Mike said, pointing as she turned to look at him. He didn't move to hold it for her as he had before, and reluctantly she stood, hyper-aware of his gaze as she stepped out of the tub and began to dry off. When she finished, she wrapped the towel around her torso and tucked the ends between her breasts as before.
He shook his head. "That will get in the way. Hang the towel up, and then drain and wipe out the tub while I tell you what I expect of you while you're here."
Alyssa hesitated a few seconds too long. His hand shot out to catch her wrist, and he pulled her to him, tore the towel off, tossing it on the floor. "Now hang that up, get on your knees and clean up your mess."
She bent over and got the towel, fighting back tears as she hung it on the rack. Kneeling down by the tub, she leaned over to remove the stopper and waited. This had been a bad idea. She should have just hitchhiked to the nearest town, but that wasn't an option anymore. All she could hope for was that she'd survive the next three days, and then she could go back to Colorado, maybe find a normal--
Smack!
Mike's hand fell heavily on her ass and she jerked forward as he slapped her again. "You weren't listening, Alyssa. Do I have your attention now?" She nodded, and he put a foot between her legs, nudging her knees apart. "Say it."
"Yes."
He smacked her again. "Yes what?"
"Yes sir?"
"Try again."
Alyssa swallowed hard. "Yes, Master."
Two fingers slipped into her wet pussy. "Very good. Evan and I are both Master to you from now on. If you obey, you will be rewarded. If you don't, you will be punished. Understand?"
She nodded. "Yes Master."
"Good girl." His fingers kept a lazy rhythm within her, not fast enough to make her come, but enough to keep her on edge. "First rule, you don't come without permission. No matter how badly you want to, you must wait until Evan or I tell you it's okay." He curled his fingers, making Alyssa gasp as she instinctively tried to close her legs.
"Rule number two, you are always to be available for our use. You'll be provided clothing, but you are not to wear a bra or underwear at any time."
"Yes Master." Alyssa watched the last of the water swirl down the drain, trying desperately to focus on anything but what he was doing between her legs. Taking the washcloth from its hanger, she started wiping down the tub, her actions moving her back and forth against his hand.
"The third and final rule is, you may not leave the property for the 72 hours that you belong to us."
Alyssa's breathing came heavy as she finished wiping out the tub, rinsed out the cloth and hung it back on the small rod on the wall. If he moved his fingers just a tiny bit faster.
Smack!
"Yes Master!" she cried out as he spanked her again, hard, and withdrew his fingers. Shifting to her side, he held them in front of her mouth.
"Clean them off," he said, rubbing her own moisture over her lips. She tentatively snaked out her tongue, the thought of tasting herself having never occurred to her before. He pushed on her tongue and she opened, sucking them in as far as she could and cleaning off every drop with her tongue. His stare grew more intense as she worked, and when he pulled back, she was surprised at the disappointment she felt.
He stood and wiped his hand dry on a towel, then opened the door. "I put some clothes on the bed for you. You can change and then do whatever you'd like until we need you again. Just stay within earshot of the shop."
He walked out, and Alyssa heard the bedroom door open and close as his footsteps faded into the distance. Letting out a rush of air on a sigh, she slumped on the floor and wondered how she'd ever survive the next three days with these men.
* * *
Three hours later, Alyssa wandered tentatively into the shop, where Mike and Evan were both leaning over an engine, Mike pointing at something with a small socket wrench in hand. She moved quietly over to a black stool near the wall and sat down to watch. After she'd dressed in the super-short denim skirt and thin yellow t-shirt Mike had left for her, she'd picked up the apartment, and then the office area, not sure what to do with herself. There wasn't anything to read aside from the odd outdated magazine, and she was afraid to touch the computer she'd seen at the desk by the door. Even now, she wondered if she'd be in trouble for the things she'd already done, but they couldn't expect her to just sit around all day, could they? What did modern slaves do all day when they weren't having sex?
"Did you need something, Alyssa?" Mike's question snapped her out of her trance, and she looked up to see both men standing a foot away, staring down at her like two stern taskmasters. She pressed her knees together, then let them fall open again when Mike pushed the wrench he still held between them. The skirt was too short to cover anything, and she grew warm as two sets of eyes focused between her legs.
"I was just wondering...um, Master," she paused, not sure how to broach the subject. "Well, is there anything I should be doing? I'm not sure how you want me to spend my time when...you're both working."
Evan laughed, bumping Mike's arm with one hand. "Hear that, Mike? I think our little sub is bored. Better give her something to do while I finish this tune-up." He patted Mike on the shoulder and went back to work, and Alyssa frowned.
"I didn't mean to complain," she added, crossing her arms over her chest. "I just thought that I might as well make myself...ah...useful. In other ways, I mean."
He didn't smile, but his eyes were gentle. "I think we can find something for you to do," he said, laying the wrench on a nearby cart. "First though, I think I'll have a snack. Scoot forward." He pulled a low stool over in front of her tall one, and sat between her legs, hooking an arm under each so they rested on his shou
lders. Then he leaned forward and ran his tongue over her pussy in one long, excruciating motion. She gasped at the warm, wet sensation, even though she'd known it was coming. She felt the moisture flowing between her legs, and he lapped it up with quick, short movements, each one flicking her clit at the top. Panting hard, she saw Evan watching from across the room. Her nipples poked against the tight fabric of her shirt and she pulled the hem up so he'd have a better view, earning a nod of appreciation as Mike ate her out.
Teeth closed firmly over her clit, and Alyssa nearly screamed at the pain that dissolved quickly into pleasure. She rocked against Mike's mouth, so close as he released his hold and pushed his tongue inside her hot channel.
"Oh god, Mi--I mean, Master. I'm going to come..."
Mike's tongue laved her from ass to clit one more time, and then he sat back, his hot breath hitting her pussy in quick little spurts in stark contrast to the cool air. "Get up," he said, standing abruptly. Her legs were shaking and she wasn't sure how she'd stay on her feet, but she obediently stood.
"Bend over the stool."
Gripping the padded seat for support, she spread her legs and presented herself to him, feeling him enter her almost immediately. The sensation nearly sent her over the edge. He grabbed her hands and held them at the small of her back, thrusting her breasts out over the edge of the seat as he pounded her hard and fast. It wasn't long before she felt him thrust as deep as he could, his hot cum bathing her inner walls as he shook with the intensity.
"Now," he said, still pulsing inside her as the orgasm ripped through her body.
Chapter 8
Alyssa slumped over the stool, trying to catch her breath as Mike pulled away and released her arms.
"On your knees," he said, his voice hoarse. She slid to the floor and turned to face him, knees apart as he'd instructed earlier. He moved forward, one hand cupping her head as he pressed his cock to her lips, still wet with their mingled juices. "Be a good girl, clean it up."
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