Theirs: Series I (6 page)

I felt the brush of Marcus’s hand across my back.
 
He was kneeling behind me, his free hand
pulling open the crease of my buttocks to place his thumb over the hole.
 
I couldn’t stop myself from whimpering a
little when he pushed his cool wet lubricated thumb gently in to the entrance
of my anus.

“
Shh
, Kitten.
 
Everything is all right,” he whispered
brushing his lips lightly over one bare buttock.
 
“Daddy will be careful.
 
I won’t hurt you.
 
Just relax and continue being
obedient.
 
Would it help if I gagged
you?”

Why did the idea of being gagged while he plugged me provide me with
a strange reassuring comfort?
 
I
felt fear at my thoughts and new desires stab at my mind.
 
Yet it was what I wanted and
needed.
 
I didn’t understand.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Don’t sound so frightened,” little one,” there was humor in
Marcus’s voice.
 
“I think it is a
wise choice for the first time.”

I felt Jason’s hand rub gently down the length of my back as though
he were stroking the flanks of a thoroughbred.
 
It made me feel adored.

“Ok, baby girl, this will be over in a moment and then you can relax
and look forward to this evening.
 
We want to show you off,” he said with pride making my heart leap with
joy they could feel that way about me.

Marcus was moving away from me.
 
I turned my head to the side to see him undoing his tie and removing it
from his collar just like Jason had done earlier.
 
He leaned over me and I felt the red
silk press against my lips.
 
Willingly I accepted its forced invasion in to my mouth tipping up my
head with parted lips.

Then he moved to pick up the steel butt plug with a small pink jewel
on the end of it.
 
He lubricated it
and then knelt to position it at the entrance of my anus.
 
His hand rested on one buttock pulling
at it to open the crease a little more.
 
I gasped with the feel of the cool gel and then the plug was invading my
bottom.

Jason continued to hold my leash to keep me in place as the plug
continued its path inside me.
 
I
whimpered more disturbed by the strange feeling of having my anal cavity
penetrated rather than pain.
 
My
nerve ends tingled with a gentle pain as Marcus pushed further, deeper forcing
them to submit and stretch the channel.
 
Eventually it was inserted and the small jewel protruded my bottom.

Marcus patted my bottom.

“Perfect.
 
Very pretty.
 
Now
face down on the cushion so that we can admire you while we do some work and
then I will go downstairs and choose some clothes for you.”

Jason sat reading reports on one end of the sofa, my leash resting
over his lap while his brother sat in a chair on the other side and I remained
positioned for their viewing pleasure when they chose to cast their eyes upon
me.

When my tea arrived I was made to drink it from the saucer and lap
it while they stroked me like a kitten.
 
I could not explain the warmth and comfort I took from the
experience.
 
All I know is that I
felt free and unhampered by my chastising thoughts and feelings for the first
time in my life.
 
I was at liberty
to be wanton and lost in the pleasure of submission to the two men.
 
There was no one there to rebuke me for
my behavior, only to encourage it.

A while later Marcus disappeared downstairs and Jason told me of the
charity they ran for women who were exploited by the white slave trade in
Europe and all over the world and abused women in all senses of the word.
 
It was set up in honor of their mother
and the abuse she suffered at the hands of their father.
 
He wouldn’t tell me about his mother and
I didn’t press further but I had to say I was greatly impressed.
 
Tonight was a gala held to highlight the
charity and celebrate the film festival they had arranged for the coming week
to raise money and investment in their projects in Africa and Europe.
 
I was to be their guest of honor at
their table.

That evening the brothers positioned me in the
middle of the Mercedes with Marcus on one side and Jason on the other.
 
The flowing sexy red
dress felt amazing on my curved figure.
 
I had worn pretty evening dresses before but this one was special.
 
I felt like a million dollars.
 

The chauffeur opened the door and Marcus got out first.
 
My heart began to thud.
 
There were people all around us.
 
Camera lights flashed in my eyes making
me feel dizzy.
 
I took a sharp
breath prompting both brothers to view with me concern.

“Elizabeth, are you all right?” Marcus asked first.

Heat flushed over my skin and every nerve ending in my body tingled
with anxiety.
 
I was about to be put
on show in a major way.
 
I didn’t
feel good enough to be seen with the twin billionaires.

“I’m fine,” I lied.
 
“Just a bit anxious.
 
I
didn’t expect there to be so many people,” I informed them in a small voice
trying my best to smile to reassure them.

“Relax.
 
You are
beautiful and everyone is going to adore you,” he said trailing his fingers
along my neck to lift my chin and press a kiss to my red lips.

Jason leaned over to whisper in my ear.
 
His breath made my body shiver with
pleasure as it blew across the lobe.

“Just remember who you belong to when the men at this party come
around
 
trying
to
take you from us,” he grinned.
 
“Or
we might have to lock you up in your room and tie you to the bed to keep you
safe from predators, little one.
 
We
are not going to lose you to anyone.”

He finished his small speech with a kiss to my cheek just as I
opened my mouth to gasp with shock at his words realizing by his tone that he
meant every word of his threat.

He grinned again and got out of the car.
 
Marcus did the same and held out his
hand to help me alight.
 
I tried not
to look at the people surrounding the red carpet leading through the throng on
either side which was restrained
by
 
barriers
and the police.
 
With a trembling hand I took it and
allowed him to help me get out of the car.

I stepped out on to the red carpet and the flashing lights increased
to the point I could barely see anything.
 
The twins each swept an arm around my waist to support and protect me
and I was damn grateful.
 
Just this
morning I had been
a nobody
and now I was stepping out
on to a red carpet with two of the most wealthy and handsome men in the
world.
 
I felt like Cinderella and
part of me was very afraid rather than happy about it.
 
I didn’t want anyone to see me, take
pictures of me or anything else.
 
I
was a quiet mouse who had initially blushed if a man had looked her way and
constantly berated herself for her appearance.
 
I didn’t know how or even if I could
handle this publicity and adulation.
 
Time would only tell.

Marcus and Jason made me pose for photographs, walking down the
carpet to stop at intervals to answer calls from the press from all over the
world and the paparazzi.
 
Their Gala
and film festival for charity was clearly a success.

We carried on down the carpet towards a film crew.
 
My heart picked up rhythm.
 
I was terrified even though I felt
glamorous and overwhelmed by the attention.
 
I prayed to God I would not be expected
to open my mouth and talk to them.
 
I glanced in to the crowd and homed in on someone.
 
I caught my breath.
 
Thomas was staring at me in the
crowd.
 
He shook his head angrily
and pointed at me.
 
He mouthed the
words,

“You are mine.”

Marcus was to see everything.
 
His grip around my waist tightened and he forcibly turned me to face the
other way so I would not be looking in Thomas’s
     
direction and
receive any more silent abuse.
 
My
mind filled with anxiety.
 
I wanted
to run.
 
There was no way I was
going back to him.

“Ignore him,” Marcus whispered in my ear smiling at the crowd and
the
tv
crew approaching
us.
 
“Marcus’s rule.
 
I will always keep you safe and
protected, darling.
 
I will have
security remove him.”

He brushed my cheek with a quick kiss sending the cameras flashing
even more.
 
Jason didn’t appear
amused by Marcus’s declaration of ownership and planted his own on my opposite
cheek clearly unabashed to tell the world I also belonged to him.
 
The simple action by both men soothed my
fear and I tried to dismiss
   
presence from my mind.

Jason and Marcus began talking to the
tv
crew about their charity.
 
I couldn’t help but feel proud of them
both as they discussed the charity’s events through the film festival and the
work they were doing.
 
I smiled
sweetly and glanced around at the crowd on the other side.

My eyes rested on a man.
 
He was staring at me with a knowing grin on his face.
 
He wasn’t like the other people cheering
for the brothers and some of the major film stars I had been opened mouthed
watching walk behind us on the carpet.
 
No, all of his attention was on me.
 
I frowned finding him peculiar.
 
There was something oddly familiar about him.
 
As I studied him more closely I realized
he had the same thick dark hair and eyes as the twins.
 
Another brother?
 
He may have resembled the twins but he
did not own their devastating good looks and his mouth was cruel and limp.
 
A shudder of unease washed over me and I
found myself trembling at the sickly dark way he was looking at me. Again I
felt both brothers’ arms tighten protectively.
 

They continued to talk to the crew but I noticed Jason was now
looking in the same direction.
 
A
quick glance at him showed him narrowing his eyes and glaring at the man for a
moment as though warning off a deadly predator.

“I think we need to go inside,” he said gesturing with his eyes at
his brother as he interrupted his conversation with the elegantly dressed
newswoman.
 
“Elizabeth is getting
cold.”

“Elizabeth, is that your name?
 
How do you come to be here with Marcus & Jason Wolf?” the woman
began asking me.

But Marcus had almost telepathically got his brother’s message.
 
He glanced over at the man in the crowd
and frowned sharply.

“Sorry no more questions.
 
We have to get inside.
 
Thank
you,” he said briskly to the woman.

The next thing I knew I was being forcibly marched in to the large
ornate theatre building and my feet were barely touching the ground.
 
My anxiety increased.
 
They were afraid for my safety.

“Keep hold of her,” Jason said firmly to his twin gently pushing me
at Marcus.
 
“I will tell security to
get those two removed.
 
I won’t have
either of them near her.”

“Don’t worry, I am not letting her go anywhere.
 
What the hell is he doing here?”