Silver groaned as she did as she was told, and Travis once again found her lips and tongue with his own. "Breathe, sweetheart," he said then, breaking away. "You're very tight, you're gonna have to relax. We're about to stretch you quite a bit."
"Oh... fuck..." she whimpered, as Trevor began to once more guide his thick rod inside her bottom-hole.
Travis reached down and pinched her engorged nipple, making her squeal and distracting her. "Watch your language, girl," he said, "or the next thing in your mouth will be soap."
"S-sorry, Master," she whispered. "It's-it's just... I-I don't think I can-"
"Trust us," Trevor said, still pushing himself inside her, inch after agonisingly delicious inch. "You can take this."
"I feel so-so full," Silver moaned.
"You feel damn good, baby. So fucking tight."
Grabbing her hair, Travis kissed her again, grinding himself against her clit, as Trevor continued to enter her until he finally slid all the way in with a grunt of pleasure.
Silver realised with a start what they must look like; two gorgeous blond gladiators fucking—no, impaling—a naked slave girl, and a renewed bolt of lust shot through her. This had been a fantasy for so long, and now she was living it.
Emboldened, she kissed Travis harder as Trevor began to thrust; gently at first and then more and more passionately. Her loins felt raw; the skin of her sex impossibly stretched, her aching nipples being dragged across Trav's hard, muscular chest.
They fucked her in unison, then, both men pumping in and out of her in a practiced rhythm, until she was quivering and could feel her orgasm building.
"She's about to come," Trevor growled, his juddering hips driving her into a frenzy.
"Let's help her along." Travis lifted her far enough off him that he could reach her breasts. As he tugged the first ring from her engorged nipple, Silver shouted with the sudden burning pain. When the second ring followed suit, the ache snaked its way down to her sex, and she keened as she came, hard.
As she shuddered and gasped between them, her muscles contracting around them, serving to make her even tighter, the men, too, climaxed in unison, letting out guttural groans as they filled her pussy and ass with their seed.
It took a long time for the trio to regain their composure enough to untangle themselves and collapse, panting, on the bed.
Silver closed her eyes, her body still rippling with aftershocks. "Happy new year," she said, unable to resist, and smiled as the twins chuckled.
Chapter Ten
It was a bright, chilly morning—and still early, Silver reasoned, judging by the frost which glittered on the shrubs and lawn on the Castle grounds. Pulling her robe more tightly around herself, she perched on the window sill and stared out at the peaceful, still Ohio landscape.
Her body ached with the echoes of the previous night's escapades, but she wouldn't have it any other way, she reasoned, as she savoured that unmistakable sensation of having been completely and utterly used and abused. Her raw nipples chafed even against the fluffy fabric of the robe one of the twins had given her to wear, her buttocks were still tender from the sjambok, and her throat felt sore—probably from all the orgasmic screaming I was doing, she thought with a smile.
Glancing over her shoulder, she felt her heart skip a beat as she gazed at the two men who had rocked her world so thoroughly over the past couple of days.
Travis was lying on his back, one arm flung across his face and one knee bent, as though he was warding off some kind of attacker. Trevor was on his stomach, and Silver admired the outline of his naked, toned butt under the sheet.
With a little sigh, she turned once more to face the window, trying unsuccessfully to suppress the negative thoughts that had been threatening to overwhelm her since the ball.
I should have known this would happen. I'm fucking falling head over heels for those two men over there, and nothing will ever come of it. It's not like me to get all emotionally attached so fast, so what gives? Is it a rebound thing? Is there some kind of time limit for rebounds? It's been six months since our separation, and our relationship was dead long before then. This experience has only served to remind me yet again how painfully unsuited Stephen and I were.
Silver absent-mindedly began to tug the little shiny beads from her hair, laying them in a neat little row beside her on the sill.
They're using me for fun, she reminded herself. That should be my mantra. Just for fun. And that's exactly what I came here for—to indulge myself and my fantasies, not to turn into some lovesick teenager, especially not for two men who give women what they want for a living, for fuck's sake.
Suddenly in desperate need of a tot of brandy, she decided to go for the next best thing and crept to the kitchenette to make herself a coffee. The machine seemed abnormally noisy in the otherwise silent apartment, but when she didn't hear any footsteps, she took the steaming mug and curled up on their big comfy sofa, sipping it slowly.
Right young lady, it's self-lecture time, she told herself sternly. Travis and Trevor have the perfect life. They literally have it made. And they know it. They would be utterly insane to give any of it up to commit themselves to just one woman. They are hunters. Women are their prey. It's the thrill of the chase, not the thrill of the keep. And even if they did ever decide to pursue a romantic relationship with anyone, there's no way they'd ever choose a dowdy divorcée from Down Under who wasn't even able to keep one man interested for more than six months, let alone two. The women around here are breathtaking, you'd never stand a chance, not in a million years.
Unexpected tears filled her eyes, and she swiped at them with her sleeve. This is real life, Sylvia, not some fairy tale with a happily ever after. That you'll wind up skipping into the sunset, hand-in-hand with those two men in there, is about as likely as you ever being able to get back into the jeans you wore when you were seventeen. Not. Ever. Going. To. Happen. All the things they say, the things they do, the way they look at you... none of it is real. They're using you for their pleasure exactly the way you intended to use them. And it's not their fault you're allowing them to touch your heart as well as your body and mind.
"You okay, Silver girl?" Travis had come in without her noticing, and she felt a wave of affection at the sight of him, his dusty blond hair tousled, his eyes still bleary from sleep. He shivered. "Christ, it's cold in here. Lemme go get a blanket."
"Would you like a coffee?" she asked, desperate not to get into an intimate talk with him, at least not while her emotions were still roiling so close to the surface.
"That'd be wonderful, thanks babe," he said, wrapping a fleecy blanket around his shoulders and shuddering again. "You gonna have another?"
"Yes, please. My cup is on the coffee table."
He picked it up and brought it to her in the kitchen. "I don't think I could ever get tired of that accent," he said with a grin. "Makes me smile even this early in the day."
Just for fun, just for fun, she told herself, grimly adding more water to the machine. "Do you take milk or sugar?"
"A little cream, thanks." He took the mug from her. "You okay babygirl?"
Silver forced herself to smile. "I'm fine, thank you. A bit tired, a little sore, but otherwise, great."
"You sure?" He studied her carefully, the smile gone from his lips, his eyes serious. "You've been crying."
"I—what? No... my make-up's just smudged from last night. Gagging on your cock." You always were a shit liar, girlie.
Trav reached out and took her hand. "Come with me," he said, firmly, leading her back to the sitting room. "You're gonna snuggle up to me, drink your coffee, and we're going to have a little chat."
Her mind was racing as she followed him; trying desperately to come up with a fake reason as to why she was so obviously emotional.
Once she was curled up beside him on the couch, the blanket around them both, him holding her tightly with one strong arm, she felt warm for the first time since she'd woken up.
"So,"
he began, his voice unusually serious, but also tender. "Spill it. And I don't mean your coffee. What's bothering my pretty Silver girl?"
The lie slipped from her lips before she had even had time to analyse it. "It's probably just a little sub drop," she said, hoping she sounded convincing. "I woke up feeling a bit emotional and that's probably what it is; after years of kink drought, it's been an intense couple of days."
He was silent for a while, and she realised she was holding her breath.
"We been going too hard on you, baby?" Travis said eventually.
"No, no, I promise. It's been great—wonderful, actually—just a lot of new, uh, impressions in a short amount of time."
He kissed her temple, and Silver hoped he couldn't feel the way her heart was racing. "You're sure that's all it is?"
"Absolutely. Yes. It's been a while, but I recognise sub drop when I have it."
"Okay. You need a break for a while? From play? From our company?"
"No!" It came out more shrilly than she'd intended, and she forced herself to take a breath. "I mean, no, thank you. You and Trevor are being so wonderful to me, and I, I..." I don't want to ever leave you guys, she finished silently.
"Well then, I'm sure we can help you overcome that. How about a visit to the Salon once Trev's woken up and we've had some breakfast? We'll get you a nice, long massage before you get dressed for the day."
"Oh, that sounds heavenly."
"Then it's a deal. This morning we'll give you all the TLC you need, and no doubt you'll feel a whole lot better by lunchtime."
"Thank you."
He hesitated, then pulled her closer against his chest. "You're a very special girl, Silver. And if there's ever anything on your mind, you know you can talk to us about it, right?"
"I know, and I do appreciate it. Very much so. But I'm fine, I promise." Just a bit of fun... just a bit of fun...
"In that case, I've finished my coffee and I'm freezing. How about we go back to bed and snuggle for a bit until Trev finally wakes up?"
As she lay there, once again sandwiched between the two men, Silver bit her lip and forced herself to stop thinking about the future. It's out of your hands, girl, so tormenting yourself is pointless. Just enjoy every second of this while you can. At least you'll have the memories...
* * * * *
Trevor listened intently later that morning as his brother relayed his earlier conversation with Silver.
The twins had left her in the Salon, and were now sitting in the Masters' Private Dining Room, enjoying a coffee and discussing their plans for that evening.
"But you could tell she was upset about something else?" Trevor asked.
"Yeah. That girl couldn't lie convincingly if her life depended on it."
"You should have woken me," Trevor said tightly.
"Nah, it wasn't necessary." Then, seeing the expression on his twin's face, "maybe I got it wrong, anyways. Maybe it was just sub drop."
"Hm." Trevor took a gulp of coffee. "You think we should can tonight's show?"
"I don't think that'll be necessary. But we probably should run it by her when she's done in the Salon, just in case."
"It's Friday tomorrow. Time flies when you're having fun. You think she'll say yes if we ask her to stay on for the weekend?"
Travis was turning his mug around and around on the table. "Only one way to find out."
"You want her to stay? Until Monday, I mean." Trev corrected himself.
"Aw, fuck, I don't know. I just—"
"Holy shit. She's managed to break down even my tough-as-nails little brother, hasn't she?"
"Hey! I wouldn't say broken down..." Travis attempted a smile. "But yeah, she's gotten under my skin all right."
They were silent for a moment, both lost in their thoughts.
"Hey guys, where's that pretty little slave girl of yours? She run away from you already?" Parker sauntered in, chuckling.
Trevor glared at him. "Of course not. She's at the Salon."
Grey eyes twinkling, Parker raised his hands in mock-surrender. "Take it easy, I was only kidding. Jeeze, you both look like naughty girls who just got spanked. What gives? That girl is so hot she turns heads whenever she enters a room. I would have thought you'd be in heaven!"
"We are," Travis said firmly. "We're just tired after last night. Happy new year, by the way."
"Aw, thanks, and to you, too. I reckon it's gonna be another wonderful one for me, things are going great with Sinclair." Parker's face lit up, the way it always did when he mentioned Sinclair's name. "I tell you guys, there's nothing quite like finding the right girl for you... the one who makes you feel complete. I wouldn't swap it for all the tail in the world." He paused, examining the twins' faces carefully. "Then again, I guess it's a matter of preference, right? I mean, look at the piece of ass you managed to score this week! And who knows, next week, it might be an even hotter one!"
Trevor's hand tightened so hard around his coffee that he thought he might shatter the mug. "Yeah," he said slowly. "Who knows?"
Once Parker had left the room, Travis reached out and touched his brother's arm. "He didn't mean it that way," he said. "Parker has no way of knowing that Silver is any different to any of the other women he's seen us with."
"Which is why I didn't jump up and punch him in the face," Trevor said, the ghost of a smile flickering around his mouth. "Damn it, Trav, why is she different? I can't work it out. For the life of me, I can't. And I know you feel the same way."
"I think it's something in her eyes," Travis said, slowly. "The way she looks at you. It doesn't matter what you're doing to her; having a conversation, hurting that exquisite body, screwing her... it's like you can see right into her soul and read every single thing she's feeling."
"You're not kidding. Maybe we should keep her blindfolded until she leaves, that might cure us." Trevor managed a smile.
"Man, if I could, I'd find that plane ticket back to Oz and tear the sucker into a million pieces," Travis went on, pushing his mug away and leaning back in his chair. He shoved a hand through his hair. "Chain our little Silver girl to a bed and torment and tease her until she's begging us to let her stay here indefinitely."
"What happened to your assumption that the novelty would wear off? It's only been a couple days. Might still happen."
"Yeah, maybe. She's still got to get through the show tonight, for one thing. If she ends up hating fire, you'll know she's not right for you."
Trevor sighed. "You know what? I'm not even sure I'd care."
"God, Parker was right. We are moping about like two well-spanked little girls. We still have a whole day and night with her, and if she agrees, all the extra time until Monday. We should make the most of it, not spend it being miserable."
Trevor squared his shoulders. "You're right. She should be done at the Salon by now. Let's go and take her to Wardrobe. I'm thinking nothing but a black leather harness—easy to take on and off. What do you reckon?"
Travis stood up. "Sounds good to me."
* * * * *
"I feel more naked wearing this thing than when I'm not wearing anything at all!" Silver was pacing, a little unsuccessfully, in the heels the twins had ordered her to wear. As gorgeous as the shoes were, complete with diamanté accents across the toe straps, they were disgustingly high. Travis and Trevor were well over six feet tall, and she was now disconcerted to find that she was more on a level with their square jaws, rather than their chests.
"You look gorgeous," Travis said reassuringly. "And you're meant to feel all submissive when you're wearing it; that's kinda the point."
"It hardly covers anything!" She looked down at the black harness for the umpteenth time. Wide leather straps hugged her hips, waist and ribcage, accentuating her shape and her erogenous zones, framing her breasts and mons. The back was even worse. It was barely more than a g-string. "I don't even wear this little to the beach."
"That's a shame, Silver girl. You'd make a lot of guys very happy if you did."<
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Trevor got up from the sofa and moved towards her. "You really think we'd make you wear anything you didn't look amazing in? We want to show you off, baby," he said softly, kissing her bare shoulder.
"I'm sorry. I just don't feel comfortable... you know why." She was determined not to fall into the trap of putting herself down, but that harness...
"Come and sit down, sweetheart. We need to talk."
She took a step away from Trevor, suddenly afraid. "Those four little words never bode anything good."
"No, it's nothing bad, we just need to discuss something," he said.
"You're still wearing that chain," Travis said, a little more sharply. "I suggest you stop second-guessing our fashion choices, and our motives, and get that butt over here."
That worked. Trying to ignore the sudden butterflies in her tummy, she allowed Trevor to guide her back to the couch.
Once she was squashed in between them both, Trevor took a deep breath. "Do you trust us?"
"Yes. That hasn't changed. Why should it?"
"Because we're performing at the Master's Table tonight." He paused. "The three of us."
Her tummy lurched, and she found herself clutching two iron-hard thighs—one on either side of her. "D-doing what?"
"Fireplay."
Silver didn't know what to say. The room suddenly felt as though it was spinning around her. She'd seen it done before, but never experienced it herself. And then to do it in public? On stage?
"Will I be wearing clothing? Preferably a Kevlar bodystocking," she added, despite herself.
"No, sweetheart, you'll be naked save for those shoes." Travis pointed at her heels. "It's why we made sure you got a full body wax this morning."
"And why we told you not to use any skin lotions or perfumes today," Trevor added.
"Oh God. Oh, GOD!" She leaned back and closed her eyes. "I-I can't."
"Yes you can." Trevor's voice was firm, but gentle. "And you will."
As he lifted her hand to his lips and traced the inside of her wrist with his tongue, she whimpered with helpless longing. Amazing. No-one has ever known about that hot spot of mine before, at least without me having to tell them. Once again she was reminded about how many women these two men must have pleasured. They knew things about her body even she hadn't been aware of.
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