* * * * *
"You sure about this?" Trevor asked, as soon as he and Travis had a moment alone in the Masters' private dining room.
"A hundred percent," his brother replied, and Trev realized he'd been holding his breath. He exhaled slowly, a rush of joy spreading through him.
"When did you know?"
"Aw, fuck, man, I'm not sure. Maybe it was when I first met her, after she came off the stage. Maybe it was the moment when she first saw my knife. Maybe it was after her session with Marshall. Maybe it was when she told us about Eric, and I found myself wanting to gouge out his eyes with a blunt, rusty spoon." Travis sighed, and pushed a hand through his hair. "Maybe it was the first time I spotted a beautiful new guest, and discovered I didn't even want to pursue that piece of ass. And you?"
"I don't know," Trevor admitted. "All of those times, I guess, and probably others. I've never felt this way about a girl before."
"Me either." Trav chuckled. "The infuriating thing is, I still don't know what it is about her. But it's been nearly a month now, and I'll be damned if I'm not getting more obsessed with her every day. So much for the novelty wearing off."
"No kidding. The more I find out, the more I want." Trevor smiled. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."
"You don't think this will be too much, too soon? I'd hate to frighten her off. I already wonder whether our rules aren't a bit full-on."
Trevor shook his head. "You heard what Marshall said. Right now, she needs structure, it helps a girl like Silver feel secure. Not only will it show her that we're committed to every aspect of her day to day life, it will also give her a chance to test us and find out whether we mean what we say."
"Makes sense. Shoot, I don't mind. I get to take her in hand when she lets that rare little brat come out." Travis winked. "And you know I hate every moment of that."
Trev laughed. "Your face was priceless when she called you a 'Yankee-Doodle-Dandy' the other day."
"I don't even know what the hell that is." Travis smiled ruefully. "I was just pissed when my favourite shirt came back from the laundry and someone had turned it pink."
"You were kicking up quite a stink over a dumb shirt, little brother," Trevor told him. "To be honest, I was on Silver's side on that one."
"How loyal of you," Trav said drily. "In that case, I guess I should thank you for hiding it enough to help me spank the cheeky brat. Even though it was obvious throughout that you could barely conceal your mirth."
There was a pause, while Trevor gazed at the cherry blossom artwork forming part of the tattoo on his right arm. "She's so fragile," he said, quietly. "Think we're good enough for her?"
"Surely that's for her to decide? And besides, Marshall seems to think so. Man, when he called us back into his office, I was sure he'd heard me calling him a prick out in the hall and was gonna fire us."
"Yeah, good thing the walls in this place are so thick."
"And it's a good thing he knows people the way that he does. He worked out how Silver felt about us—and how we felt about her—long before we did."
"He's a smart man."
"You guys talking about me again?" Kade wandered in, smiling. Without waiting for a reply, he glanced about. "Is there any food around here? I'm starving."
"Your 101 classes taking it out of you as usual?" Trav said with a grin. "Maybe you should step aside and let the younger, more energetic Masters around here have a go."
Kade chuckled. "You're not that much younger than me," he said, good-naturedly. "And don't worry, you might still grow up yet."
"If it means turning into you, we'd rather not." Trevor winked.
"From what I hear, you're both already well on your way. Haven't you had the same girl staying with you for, oh, nearly four weeks now? That's like reaching a diamond wedding anniversary for most other people." Kade's eyes were twinkling.
"That's rich coming from you, the original reformed rake," Travis shot back.
"Can't argue with that. It happens to the best of us, apparently. Well, it was lovely chatting, but I still need some sustenance." With that, he vanished through the door to the kitchens.
The twins grinned at one another. "You do realize that he now has all the ammo he needs to pay us back for all the snide comments we made when he met Chelsea, and then some, right?" Travis said.
Trevor shrugged. "I don't care. I still shudder when I imagine what it would have felt like to watch Silver get on that bus back to Granger. It's almost enough to give a guy nightmares."
"No kidding."
"So," Trevor went on, "If a little teasing is all I have to put up with to prevent that from happening, I'm happy. I'd do anything for that girl. And I mean anything."
Travis reached out and patted his brother's arm. "Me too. And speaking of which, shouldn't we be getting back to her? I can't wait to try out the new toy on that delicious ass of hers—didn't you say earlier that it got delivered today?"
Trevor felt a bolt of familiar lust shoot through his loins. "It did, along with the rest of my order." He hesitated. "Last chance to change your mind, little brother."
"No." Trav's eyes were serious as he met his twin's gaze. "I want it. You want it. And you know we always get what we want."
* * * * *
"There she is, our beautiful slave," Silver heard Travis say, as the door opened to reveal her, naked and kneeling, just as they'd told her to.
"Don't think I could ever get tired of that sight," Trevor added, in his treacle voice. "How was your day, Silver girl?"
"Fine, Master, thank you."
"Did you behave yourself? Were you a good girl?"
"Of course I was. And did you both have a nice afternoon?"
"Get up."
She did as she was told, kissing each of them in turn.
"We had a great afternoon. Wanna know why?" Travis said, with a grin.
"Why?"
"Because we knew you'd be here, waiting for us at the end of it."
She flushed with pleasure at the compliment.
"And," Trevor added, "because we got a new toy." He held up his hand, and a beautifully crafted, flattened cane swung on its loop from his index finger.
Silver's heart lurched, and her clit began to throb.
"You have ten seconds to get into position over the couch," Travis went on, his dark eyes glittering. "We're going to use that on your gorgeous ass until you're begging us to stop—you know why?"
"Why is that, Master?"
"Because we want to. Now, you'd better hurry up... time's a ticking..."
Breathless and hopelessly excited, Silver scrambled to obey, shivering as the cool white leather brushed against her stiffening nipples.
"We ordered this especially for our little Silver girl," Trevor went on, thickly, "seeing as she likes thuddy things so much. I'm told it's quite an unusual sensation."
She jumped as he laid the smooth, flat side of the cane across her buttocks, rubbing it back and forth against her skin.
"How many do you think we should give you, little one?"
"I-I don't know, Master. I don't know what it feels like yet."
"And that makes a difference because?"
Silver knew when she was being tricked, and refused to fall into that trap. "It doesn't make a difference, Master," she said, demurely. "You will give me as many as you want to, after all."
"Clever girl." Travis moved around the sofa and kissed her. "Still, we'd like a number from you. Any number."
"Eight," she said, immediately. Where did that come from?
"As it happens, that's my lucky number." Travis winked at her. "And Trev's."
It was my number on the block, she realised with a start.
"Eight strokes it is. Each. You ready, Silver girl?"
"Always, Master."
After tapping the cane across her bottom a few times, testing the feel and aim, Trevor lit into her with it, the flat side of it smacking sharply against her cheeks.
"Fuck!" Silver went up onto her
toes, surprised at the sting—she'd somehow expected it to be thuddier.
"I beg your pardon?" Trevor did not sound amused.
"Sorry, Master. I meant to say... ow."
"No you didn't."
She made the mistake of catching Travis's eye, and noticing that his shoulders were shaking with silent laughter. A helpless giggle bubbled up inside of her and she was powerless to stop it.
"Right," Trevor went on sternly, "you have exactly one minute to get yourself back under control, little girl, otherwise I'll come up with a really nasty way to wipe that smile off your face."
Squeezing her eyes shut, Silver tried desperately to breathe and calm herself, but it was almost impossible with Travis still vibrating with mirth so close to her.
"And you can stop laughing too," Trevor told his twin.
"I'm sorry. You're just so cute when you're being all strict," Trav said, "Daddy."
As Trevor, too, began to chuckle, Silver slid off the sofa, hooting with laughter. "I'm so sorry," she managed, "please don't blame me. It's all Master Trav's fault. Daddy," she added, and they all fell apart.
It took a long time for everyone to calm down, but eventually Silver sighed, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry if I ruined the scene," she said, sincerely. "Sometimes I get the giggles when I'm scared. Or when I'm not supposed to. You know, like when you're in an important meeting. Or at church."
"It's okay, sweetheart," Trevor said, stroking her face. "Besides, it was all his fault." He glared at his brother, who raised an eyebrow in mock hurt.
"What? I can't help it if I'm happy! Anyway, if anything, it was your fault. Sometimes you say the darndest things when you're in full-on Dom mode."
Trevor rolled his eyes. "Well, now that we've all calmed down, shall we try this again? And yes, we will be starting over."
Silver didn't dare look at Travis; instead she met Trevor's dark, intense gaze. He could put her in the right headspace instantly when he looked at her that way. With a tingle of lust fluttering through her, she nodded. "Thank you, Master."
Once she had resumed her position over the couch, Trevor stood back, swinging the cane, admiring the scarlet stripe which was already fading on her pale skin.
"Eight strokes from me," he began, "and another eight from Master Travis. You will thank us for each one, and keep those feet flat on the floor. If you curse again, I will be getting the ginger. Understood?"
"Yes, Master."
THWACK!
The flattened cane stung her again, and that stroke was harder than the first one he'd given her, but Silver managed to keep from going up onto her toes as the burn spread across her buttocks. "One, thank you, Master."
THWACK!
She hissed as the next stroke landed neatly below the first. "Two, thank you, Master."
"Good girl."
As Trevor brought the implement whapping down across her bottom over and over again, each stroke a little harder than the last, Silver counted them carefully, grateful when Travis crouched down beside her and gripped her throat in one of his powerful hands.
"So fucking beautiful," he said, huskily. "I just wanted to see the look in your eyes when he's hurting you. You like our new toy, Silver girl?"
As the cane smacked across the backs of her thighs for the first time, she whimpered, forcing herself to concentrate on Travis, and the way he was touching her. "S-seven, thank you, Master," she whispered.
"One more from him, then it's my turn." Travis smiled, evilly. "I bet you're already dripping wet, aren't you? Is that little clitty of yours all hard and swollen? Aching to be touched? How much do you want my tongue in your sweet pussy right now?"
His husky words turned her desire to liquid, which was dripping down the inside of her thigh. Before she could reply, Trevor delivered his final stroke across her sit-spots—the hardest yet.
Silver's cry of agonised pleasure was cut off by Trav's fingers tightening around her throat. "It's obvious that you can take way more than that," he growled, "let's see whether I can make more of an impression on you."
"Eight... thank you, Master," she gasped, as soon as he let go of her.
Then Trevor slid a warm hand between her legs, and Silver felt her muscles contract with helpless desire.
"You take these next strokes from Master Travis like a good girl," he said, dragging his fingers through her slick moisture before circling her needy clit with slow, feather-light strokes, "and you're gonna get a really, really big reward, babygirl."
"Please, Master," she began, but he'd already removed his hand.
"Over to you," he said, and she closed her eyes, bracing herself for the first of the next eight strokes.
* * * * *
Trevor watched as his brother took up his position behind their pale, naked girl and raised the flat cane high before bringing it down across her butt, hard.
Silver had buried her face in her arms, letting out a muffled shriek before whimpering her thanks.
Ignoring the insistent pulsing of his erection, Trevor fingered the little box in his pocket, and smiled. It was almost time.
THWACK! Trav is trying to outdo me, he thought, amused, as his twin lit into her again, making her arch her back and hiss. Or maybe he just gets off on hurting her as much as I do.
"Two, thank you, Master," Silver had a catch in her voice, but it was hard to tell whether that was from pain or desire. Knowing her, probably a bit of both.
THWACK!
Unable to stand idly by and watch any longer, Trevor sat down close to Silver's head. Reaching underneath her, he took a firm hold of one of her little cherry nipples, and tugged it, hard.
She met his gaze, unflinching, unwavering, her chin held proud and defiant. He thought his heart might burst with pride. "Three, thank you, Master," she said, her voice clear as a bell.
"Good girl," Trevor whispered. "Just five more to go."
Travis lit into her again, and Trevor watched the flare of pain in her blue-green eyes, a moment before the glaze of lust returned. "So fucking beautiful," he whispered.
She smiled, shyly, and thanked Travis for the fourth stroke.
Trevor toyed with her nipple, enjoying each gasp and whimper, his dick twitching every time the cane made her cry out.
It's insane, I've lost count of the number of women we've played with, and they've never, ever had this effect on me. And I know from our conversations that Trav feels the same way. I don't know which I want to do more—hurt her and fuck her until she's broken and begging me to stop, or wrap her in my arms and whisper sweet nothings in her ear.
He glanced at the enormous yin yang painting on the wall above them. They had chosen it as the universal symbol for twins; dark and light, good and evil, both sides complementing one another perfectly. But now, as he gazed at the black and white swirls, Trevor realized that it was also a perfect representation of how Silver made him feel—she brought out both the dark, possessive, sadistic, lustful side, and the light, tender, protective and loving side of him in equal measure.
"Last one, Silver girl." Travis's voice brought him back to the present. "You ready?"
"Always, Master." Her eyes met Trevor's again, and he thought he might drown in them.
THWACK! He watched her face as the pain hit, then eased up enough for her to be able to speak clearly. "Eight. Thank you, Master."
"Well done, baby." Travis brought the flat of his palm up against her pussy, and Trevor thought he might come in his pants when he saw the instant flicker of need in her lovely eyes.
"So, so wet," Travis was saying. "Need to come bad, don't you Silver girl?"
"Yes, Master," she whispered, still holding Trevor's gaze.
"Unfortunately for you," Trev said, brushing her lips with his own before straightening up, "there's something important we need to do first." He caught Trav's eye, and his brother nodded and moved around to stand beside him.
"Come and kneel at our feet, where you belong, Silver girl," Trevor said, reaching into his pocket.
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She did as she was told, sitting back on her haunches and looking up at them both with wide eyes.
"It's time for that chain to come off," Travis went on, fishing the key out of his own pants pocket, and bending down to undo the padlock around her neck.
"No!" Her hands went to clutch it, possessively. "Please... whatever I did, I'm sorry. Please don't... please let me..."
"Shhh, settle, girl." Leaving the key in the padlock, Travis stroked her cheek, and Trevor swallowed a sudden lump in his throat at the look of desperation on her exquisite features. "Do you trust us?" he said, firmly, deliberately using the tone of voice he knew she'd always respond to.
"Yes, Master," she whispered, tilting her head so as to rub up against Trav's stroking fingers.
She's not a stray kitten, Trev. We can't just keep her. Travis's voice echoed in his mind... it all seemed so long ago.
"Then let Master Travis take that chain off you," Trevor continued, hoarsely. He bit his lip as she did as she was told, the memories suddenly racing through his mind like a reel of film, voices echoing.
I know I'd be really pissed if I caught my girl walking around without her collar on ... What is this, twenty questions? ... She needs some time away from you both ... That any man would rather be with another girl than me ... I'm yours, Master ... I only intend to kneel for a girl one time in my life, and it won't be as a joke...
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Trevor took the box from his pocket and, catching his brother's eye, he nodded.
Silver stared at them as the two men dropped to their knees in front of her. "Wh-what are you doing, Master?" she whispered, the unmistakable shimmer of tears appearing in her eyes.
"What we want," Trevor said, decisively. "Same as always."
"And what we want," Travis said, "is you, Silver girl."
"That chain looked lovely on you, but it wasn't real. We put it on the girl we purchased for a couple days."
Her hand went to her bare neck, and her lower lip was trembling. Trevor had to fight the urge to kiss her. Not yet.
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