"Your place?"
"We live here," Trevor said simply. "Travis and Trevor Wilkes at your service." He gave a mock bow.
"Correction," Travis added with a chuckle. "She's going to be at our service, remember?"
"Of course she is. Now settle down Silver, you're far too gorgeous to be so petrified. I don't want you trembling unless I'm making you do it on purpose."
Despite her fear, Silver felt a sudden gush between her thighs. Raw desire, dormant for so long, began to throb inside her, and she realised that this was going to be an experience she would never forget.
"I'm not a service submissive," she muttered, trying to put on a brave face.
"Good. We didn't bid on you for cleaning or cooking services. You'd be the most expensive maid on the planet," Travis said, rolling his eyes.
"Exactly. We have very different... services in mind." Trevor's eyes dropped to her breasts, and she prayed he couldn't see the way her nipples were stiffening under the faux chainmail.
"Come along then, Silver girl." Travis tugged her leash again. "Follow me." He set off and she trotted helplessly behind him, with Trevor bringing up the rear as they pushed their way through the crowd and headed out to the foyer.
Silver could feel everyone staring at her; attached as she was to the leash, sandwiched between the two gorgeous men. Some of the women looked at her with sheer envy in their eyes, and she realised in that instant what a fantasy she was about to partake in; how lucky she was to have been bought by the twins.
Fear and apprehension slowly faded and gave way to nothing but helpless excitement. She was theirs. Theirs. Two men who wouldn't look out of place dancing at hen's nights had paid thousands—eight thousand—dollars for her. For her! Her; Silver, who hadn't been able to tempt Stephen to bed even when she'd crawled naked to him on her hands and knees. With a flush of delight creeping over her face, she resigned herself to her fate and allowed Travis to lead her through the Castle, with Trevor hot on her high heels...
Chapter Four
"Welcome to our humble abode," Travis announced, opening the door to their third floor apartment.
"It's not that humble," Silver said, gazing in awe at the stark black and white furnishings. It looked incredibly neat for a bachelor pad. "Do you have a housekeeper?"
"We know one or two Maids," Travis snickered.
Silver flushed, suddenly remembering that there was also a Little Maids program at the resort. "Well, they're very thorough."
"Would you like a drink?" Trevor closed the front door behind them and headed for the small kitchenette.
"A triple whiskey would be nice," Silver said wistfully. "That Pinot I had earlier might as well have been grape juice."
"Ah, no can do, as you know. I can whip you up a wonderful cappuccino in this little machine, though," he offered.
"We do prefer our victims to be conscious," Travis added with a wink. "Now, let's get this leash off you. And that ribbon. After all, you're no longer for sale. We own you now."
Silver couldn't suppress a shiver of pleasure at his words as he reached up and unclipped the leash from the velvet band. "I'd love a coffee please, Trevor," she added, as Travis moved behind her, swept her hair aside and untied the ribbon with warm, surprisingly gentle fingers.
"Such lovely manners," he quipped. "I wonder what it would take to make you forget them?"
Silver giggled. "Quite a lot, probably. Don't forget, I was raised in England. Over there, we apologise if someone bumps into us."
"There." Travis turned her to face him and gazed at her neck before shaking his head. "Nope, it's too bare. We need some sort of symbol of ownership."
"We could always brand her," Trevor said, as he lined up three black mugs on the kitchen counter.
"Wh-what?" Silver said, aghast.
"What a great idea! How about the universal symbol for twins—the yin yang?" Travis mused, pointing to the enormous painting of the same which was hanging above the huge, squashy, white leather sofa. "Do you prefer heat, or liquid nitrogen? We could do either."
"I-I—"
"What? You didn't list it as a hard limit," Trav said. "At least, I'm pretty sure you didn't."
"She didn't, believe me," Trevor added, switching on the milk frother. "I've read that form of hers so many times I could recite it off by heart."
Silver didn't know whether to be flattered or terrified, so she settled for a bit of both.
"Oh don't look so worried, beautiful," Travis said, breaking into a broad grin. "We're just yanking your chain."
"I-I think I need to sit down," she stammered.
"One thing you need to know about us up front," Trav continued, taking her hand and leading her to the couch, "we do like a good head-fuck."
"As well as the other kind," Trevor said with a chuckle. "It was one sugar, wasn't it sweetheart?"
"Yes, please. Thank you," she said, as he put the mug down on the coffee table in front of her. She was surprised he had remembered.
Travis sat down on her left, and picked up his own cup. "To a very," he lowered his voice to a growl, "very exciting time."
Silver took her mug and clinked it against his. "Let's hope so," she said, before taking a sip. She could immediately taste the whiskey Trevor had added, and would have kissed his boots in gratitude, if he hadn't vanished into one of the bedrooms.
He emerged a moment later, holding a small box. "I took the liberty of getting this, just in case we needed it," he said, with a grin.
"What is it?" Silver took another gulp of hot Irish coffee, the Dutch courage slowly spreading through her and calming her nerves.
"A beautiful collar for a beautiful girl." Trevor sat down on her right, and lifted a silver chain out of the box, followed by a small, exquisitely crafted padlock. Engraved on the padlock were two ornate 'T's. "Just so there's no doubt about whom you belong to while you're here," he added solemnly.
"A collar? I really don't think that's necessary," Silver protested. "You bought me for a couple of days. I mean, it's not like this—" She was hushed by the finger Travis held to her lips.
"You're really going to start arguing within ten minutes of us bringing you into our den?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "I would advise you to think about what you say before you say it."
Silver stared at him, her eyes wide, a pulse beginning to beat insistently between her legs. It was quite amazing, the knack they had for altering the atmosphere from light-hearted and jovial to intense and unsettling with a single look or sentence.
"Now, are you going to accept our gift like a good girl?" Travis continued, his finger still on her lips.
She nodded, and then, without thinking about it, she kissed his finger.
"Good girl." He tapped her on the nose. "Remember this, sweetheart, we bought you fair and square. That means we get to call all the shots. We will respect your limits, and will not harm you or mark you permanently. You are welcome to make requests—"
"Especially if they're in the form of crying, begging and pleading," Trevor added, the corner of his mouth curving up in a half-smile.
"Yes, especially then, but whether or not we indulge some—or any—of them is up to us. You remember the Castle safeword?"
Silver nodded again, unable to look away from his dark, piercing eyes.
"Good. And you know what will happen if you say it?" Travis asked.
"Security gets called out," she said.
"So you will only use it in an absolute emergency, okay? It really disrupts everything. Would you like an alternative one to use just with us?"
She thought for a moment. "I-I'm not sure. Maybe."
"If it helps you feel safer, by all means. Pick something."
"Butterfly?"
"Butterfly it is," Trevor agreed, holding up his own coffee. "Now, I suggest we finish our drinks and have a little chat. Then we can put this pretty silver chain on our pretty Silver girl."
She leaned back, clutching her mug, once again silently thanking Trevor for spiki
ng it with some illicit liquor. The sofa was comfortable but she was unnerved by the proximity of the twins, who were sitting close enough to her that she could feel the heat radiating off them, but who weren't quite touching her.
"What made you come here and put yourself on the block, Silver girl?" Trevor asked.
"It's a long story," she said, dismissively. "I'd really rather not talk—"
"My brother asked you a question," Travis interrupted. His tone of voice spoke volumes.
"Sorry. I just didn't want to bore you."
"We will be the judge of whether or not you bore us," Trevor said. "Give us the short version, then. Why come here, all the way from Australia, to be purchased by a stranger?"
By the time Silver had finished giving them a brief explanation about her boring vanilla marriage, and friendship with Rosie, she had finished her Irish coffee.
"So is this a revenge thing? To get back at Stephen?" Trevor asked.
"Oh no, no, he doesn't even know I'm here," she said. "Before I met him, I was fairly active in the local BDSM scene, but then we fell in love, and thought I could be happy with him despite the fact that he wasn't at all kinky. I guess I was wrong." She put her empty mug down on the table and leaned back. "I just missed feeling..."
"Feeling what?" Travis's voice was gentle, coaxing.
She shook her head, her cheeks beginning to heat up.
"Feeling what?" he said again, more firmly.
"Submissive," she whispered. "Desirable, but mostly submissive. It's been years since I've been with anyone who knew what he wanted and just took it from me—or made me give it to him." She shrugged, unsettled by the way they were both staring at her, unmoving, unblinking, listening intently to her every word. "I like to make a man happy, and I like to be told how to do that. But I'm not a door mat, and it takes a strong, dominant man—men—" she glanced sideways and smiled, "to do that, I suppose."
"So why put yourself on the block?" Trevor said again. "Why not just come to the Castle as a regular guest and get to be the one calling the shots?"
Silver looked at him. "Because that would defeat the purpose, surely? If I wanted to be the one calling the shots, I would be the D in the D/s relationship. I don't want someone to dominate me to make me happy. I want them to do it because they want to... because they get off on it."
There was a long pause, while Travis drained his own coffee, putting his mug beside hers on the table. "Thank you, Silver girl," he said, patting her thigh. "Do you have any questions for us?"
"Just one, I suppose."
They waited, expectantly.
"Why me? Surely you guys can have your pick of any girls—why me? And why pay?"
"I'll let you answer that one, bro," Travis said, with a grin.
"That's easy," Trevor told her. "Because you're beautiful. Now get up and take your clothes off. Everything but the heels."
"Wh-what?" She wasn't sure she had heard him correctly.
"Now." All traces of amusement had gone from his handsome face.
Heart pounding, Silver got to her feet.
"Let's get this out of the way," Travis jumped up and slid the coffee table aside to make more room, before sitting back down beside his brother.
"Th-thank you," she whispered. She reached behind her for the zip on her dress, but her trembling fingers were making it almost impossible to gain purchase.
"Come here and turn around," Trevor said. She did as she was told, her cheeks reddening as she felt him slide the zip slowly all the way down. "Now turn around and take it off."
Silver couldn't bear to look at them as she slid the straps off her shoulders, so she closed her eyes as she felt the dress slither to the floor, puddling at her feet.
"Open your eyes, little one."
"I-I'm sorry, I can't," she whispered.
"You can, and you will. You have beautiful eyes, Silver girl, and we want to be able to see them."
Her eyelids felt like lead weights as she dragged them up to meet Trevor's intent gaze.
"Now the thong."
She hooked her thumbs in the wispy material, then hesitated.
"It's easy, Silver girl," Trevor said.
"You take that thong off in the next five seconds, or we will come over there and tear it off you," Travis added.
Part of her wanted to challenge them, to see whether they would make good on their promise, but it was as though she was hypnotised, and soon the g-string joined the dress at her feet.
"Turn around."
Silver closed her eyes again, biting her lower lip as she turned, blushing hotly at the thought that these two gorgeous, fully-clothed guys were seeing her naked, flaws and all.
"Why are you blushing, little one?" Trevor's voice was gentle.
"I-I'm embarrassed. Sir," she added, because it felt right.
"Why?"
"I-I'm ashamed. Of my... of my..."
"Don't tell me you're ashamed of your body," Travis said, incredulously.
"Open your eyes and look at me, Silver girl," Trevor ordered.
She did as she was told, her flush deepening even further.
"Listen to me very carefully," Trevor went on, his eyes never leaving her face. "You are a fucking beautiful young woman, do you hear me?"
It was all too much. Silver blinked hard, but was unable to prevent a single tear from rolling down her hot cheek. She half-expected to hear it sizzle. It had been so long since anyone had told her that—since a man had told her that, anyway. Her mother and girlfriends didn't really count.
"Come here," Travis patted his thigh.
"I-I'd rather sit here, between you both. I don't want—I don't want to squash you," she stammered, as she moved to the sofa.
The brothers moved as one, faster than she would ever have imagined possible. In a trice she found herself face-down on the couch, her lower half across Trevor's knees, her wrists being held firmly by Travis. Before she could say anything, Trevor's hard hand came crashing down on her naked bottom, several times in quick succession.
Silver writhed and squirmed, more from shock than from the stinging spanks, trying ineffectually to wriggle free from Travis's iron grip. "I'm sorry," she squealed, "please don't—please stop, I didn't mean—"
"Yes you did." Trevor gave her several more hard swats. "Consider this a warning," he went on. "If you put yourself down or say anything even remotely derogatory about yourself in our presence ever again, we will make you regret it. And don't think your punishment will be a spanking, either. We all know spanking doesn't work as discipline for real masos. We will soon find out what you love, and what you hate, and believe you me, you will not ever enjoy a real punishment meted out by either of us. Do you understand?"
Silver choked back a sob. "I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry. It's just that Stephen—"
Trevor interrupted her with a couple of even harder smacks to the backs of her thighs, just above the knees. "He isn't here. He doesn't matter. It's been months since you broke up. He obviously didn't deserve a girl like you. While you are here at the Castle, with us, you belong to us, and our opinion of you is the only one that will matter to you. Got it?"
"Y-yes," she whispered.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good girl. Now do as you were told and go sit on Travis's lap."
Still in a state of incredulous shock, Silver scrambled to obey. She couldn't remember the last time her mind and body had been in such turmoil. Any minute now I'll wake up and find myself safe and sound in my own bed. This can't really be happening. But it was happening, she realised, as she felt Travis's arms go around her, pulling her back against his broad chest. Her bottom tingled warmly in his lap, and she was suddenly acutely aware of the insistent throbbing at the apex of her thighs.
Trevor took hold of her ankles and tugged her legs apart. "Let's inspect our purchase, shall we?"
I am going to spend the next two day and nights with a bright red face, Silver thought, feeling the blush return yet again to her c
heeks. I should have called myself Scarlett...
Travis swept her curtain of hair over one shoulder, and nuzzled her neck. Silver closed her eyes in pleasure, and shivered as she felt his teeth nipping gently at her skin.
"What a pretty, plump little cunt you have," Trevor said, leaning forward and sliding a fingertip around her nether lips. "I bet it's nice and tight."
As he began to trace feather-light circles over her clit, Silver shuddered at the sudden bolt of lust which shot through her belly.
"Rule number one," Trevor went on, still stroking her, his other hand sliding up and down her thigh, "you do not ever come without our permission. You will always ask, and even then we may decide not to let you."
If he doesn't stop doing that, I'll be breaking rule number one in about ten seconds' time, she thought helplessly.
"Did you hear me, Silver girl?" Trevor's voice sounded more like a growl.
"Yes, Sir," she said breathlessly.
"Good." He caught Travis's eye. "Shall we see just how maso she is?"
"Why not?"
Trevor's finger left her clit, then, and without warning, slid all the way up inside her pussy.
Silver arched her back and moaned.
"She's fucking tight. And wet," Trev told his brother.
"Shall we see whether we can make her gush?" Travis said, his hands sliding to cup Silver's breasts. "These are just gorgeous. Perfect size for my hands, and I don't think I've ever seen such pale pink nipples." With that, he began to roll them between his fingers.
Trevor watched her face carefully, his finger still resting inside her. "Up a notch," he said gruffly.
Trav increased the pressure on her taut buds then, pinching them firmly.
Silver cried out, and clutched Trav's thighs. She could feel his impressive hard-on through his suit trousers.
"Yum. Harder," Trevor ordered.
"With pleasure," Travis replied, and twisted and pulled Silver's nipples until she screeched with the pain of it.
"Yep, definitely felt a gush then," Trevor said, and began to slide his finger in and out of her, slowly and deliberately. "Looks like our little Silver girl wasn't lying about getting off on pain."
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