Love Slave for Two Collection [Box Set 7]

by Tymber Dalton

  She trusted them. They wouldn’t hurt her. She trusted them. They wouldn’t hurt her…

  “Now,” Tyler said, “are you ready to give yourself to us for the next twenty-four hours?”

  She nodded, and the men smiled. Jesus, she’d do anything if they’d keep smiling at her like that.

  “Do you have any questions?” Tyler asked.

  She licked her lips and didn’t think it was her imagination that Thomas softly moaned. “You won’t let anyone touch me?”

  Both men frowned. Tyler took her hands, his face stern. “Nevvie, you’re our girl. Especially tonight. We promise, no one will ever lay a hand on you but us. Right?”

  She let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “I’m sorry, I—”

  He placed a finger on her lips. “Don’t apologize. We want you to trust us, and if that means you need to ask questions like that, it’s all right. No one will ever touch you but us, Nevvie. We promise.” He lowered his hand.

  They could touch her all they wanted. Hell, she wished they would.

  She met Tyler’s eyes, then Thomas’. “I trust you. Both of you.”

  “Excellent,” Tyler said. “You won’t be disappointed, sweetheart, we promise.” He took her hand and led her to the bathroom where they’d set up a folding chair. “First, we need to do your hair.”

  “Isn’t that a stereotype?” she asked with a smile.

  “He had three years of drama in college, sugar,” Thomas said. “He learned a lot.”

  “Oh.” She sat and felt pampered as Tyler removed the towel from her still-damp hair, fluffing it with his fingers. He massaged her scalp and she closed her eyes, glad she still wore the other towel because she was soaking wet already. While Tyler tended her hair, Thomas picked up her right foot and massaged it. When she peeked he sat at her feet, a bottle of toenail polish in his hand.

  Was it her imagination that his eyes hovered on her lap—oh hell. He could see between her legs. Screw it, let him look. In fact, she decided to tease him and spread her legs to give him a better view. Let him see what he missed in Ft. Myers.

  She closed her eyes as he rubbed her foot, drawing more contented moans from her. His hand caressed her calf and she wished she was brave enough to ask them to forget they were gay and fuck her blind for the night. Except for the risk of hearing that little two-letter word that would crush her soul—no. At least if she didn’t ask she could still pretend and fantasize. And that was damn sure better than nothing.

  “You like that, Nevvie?” Thomas asked.

  “That’s wonderful. I didn’t know you did pedicures.”

  “Only for you, sugar. Remember, I have five older sisters. I learned a thing or two about foot care. Most of it under duress, but I learned.”

  She held still while he painted her toenails. He’d placed a towel in his lap and when he finished with the dark peach polish she felt his breath on her foot as he blew on her toes.

  She didn’t care what Tyler did. He wouldn’t make her look like an idiot, he had too much style and class for that. She closed her eyes and indulged in a few naughty fantasies while her boys pampered her.

  Thomas massaged her left foot. When he placed it in his lap to reach for the nail polish she realized where he’d put it. She felt his decidedly hard bulge and peeked under her eyelids to watch his reaction as she carefully massaged him with her toes.

  He grinned, winked, and another flood of moisture soaked her already-wet sex. God, this was torture. He left the nail polish bottle on the floor and massaged her calf, his hand trailing up her leg to her inner thigh, teasing her with his feather-light touch.

  * * * *

  Thomas looked at Tyler and winked after Nevvie closed her eyes again. Tyler grinned. She’d warmed to the situation if she was flirting with Thomas like that. She had to know he had a bird’s eye view, so to speak, of her now-bare pussy.

  He couldn’t wait to steal a feel of that tonight—if not a lot more.

  Tyler finished her hair and made her keep her eyes closed while he applied her make-up. They didn’t want her looking like a whore, just sensuously fuckable. When he was happy with the result he made her stand.

  “Keep those eyes closed, sweetheart. We’ll tell you when to open them.” He grabbed a bottle of coconut-scented lotion. Something about that scent on her, the men agreed, drove them to distraction. “Now, keep them closed, right?” He removed her towel.

  She was exquisite. Tyler glanced at Thomas, who jammed his fist in his mouth to keep from moaning. He hadn’t seen her like this before and looked stunned and amazed. Tyler’s cock finally won the fight for control and stiffened in his pants. She didn’t move, didn’t open her eyes, as instructed. Good, that meant she was willing to take orders from him. Tom would get his chance later once she was fully into the spirit of the game.

  Tyler leaned in close to her ear. “We’re going to put some moisturizer on you, love.”

  “No Silence of the Lambs jokes, right?”

  Thomas laughed. “No, sweetie, we’re not making a girl suit.”

  Tyler squirted lotion into his hand and passed the bottle to Thomas. He started with her arm and worked from her shoulder to her hands, taking his time and carefully massaging all of her fingers. He watched her face as they worked, Thomas mirroring his actions on her right side. Her lips parted slightly and he watched the rise and fall of her chest.

  She liked it.

  They took their time on her arms, then her feet and legs, stopping inside her thighs below her bare mound. Tyler looked at Thomas, sure his thoughts ran the same as his. Thomas kissed him and then licked his lips as he looked at her mound, inches from his face. Tyler swatted him on the shoulder and shook his head.

  No. Not yet.

  They caressed her back, leaving her chest for last, working from her hips to her breasts. They gently kneaded them, carefully avoiding her nipples, massaging her, both placing a steadying hand on the small of her back. She moaned softly and leaned into them. Thomas grinned at Tyler. Yes, she was willing to let them have control of her, at least this much.

  The men reluctantly released her, each taking a hand. “Keep those eyes closed, sugar,” Thomas warned. “We’re not done yet.”

  She nodded, her skin flushed. They’d obviously had an effect on her.

  They led her to their bedroom. First the panties, which were little more than bikini bottoms. The tight material outlined and clung to every curve of her sex. Tyler knew if he ran his fingers over her while she wore it that she’d feel him as if he touched her bare skin. She placed her hand on Tyler’s back for balance when he bent over to pull them up. That’s when he “accidentally” brushed his fingers against her bare lips as he helped adjust the bottoms. She gasped, but didn’t object.

  As ordered, she’d kept her eyes closed. Then they slid the pants up her legs, silky, wispy sheer layers that fell open perfectly since Tyler had taken a seam ripper to the crotch earlier. It wouldn’t be obvious to others, but Thomas and Tyler would have clear access.

  Perfection.

  The barely-there top exposed her mid-drift, lifting her breasts while creating a delicious illusion of fullness. Thomas clamped his lower lip firmly in his teeth, no doubt trying to maintain control but still managing to brush his thumb across her right nipple. Then the sheer, layered outer top completed the main ensemble. Their little slave girl, beautiful and alluring. Sexy, but enough covering to keep her from being X-rated.

  Tyler carefully affixed the veil, not wanting to mess up her hair. He’d spent weeks going through magazines to find the right style he could pull off without drowning her in hairspray. Thomas leaned over and slipped sandals on her feet, tying the laces around her ankles.

  Then one last accoutrement. Thomas held it up, looked at Tyler, then bent in a mock salute to the master planner, handing it to him to do the honors.

  Tyler bowed and accepted the thin pink, jeweled leather collar. He’d finally found it yesterday at an upscale pet boutique in St.
Pete. It perfectly matched the colors in the little harem girl outfit.

  As did the matching leather rhinestone leash.

  Tyler stood behind Nevvie, touching her shoulder so as not to startle her. “We have one last item. You promise you’re ours for the next twenty-four hours?”

  She licked her lips and nodded.

  He kissed the nape of her neck and enjoyed watching the gooseflesh run across her back. He knew that was one of her most sensitive areas and planned to make good use of it tonight. He didn’t need to plunder her pussy to get her wet when he could kiss her there. She was more than ready for them to take her, but they couldn’t yet. She had to voluntarily submit to them, not simply because they’d got her hornier than hell—although that helped. For this to have any chance of succeeding long-term, she had to ask them to be with her.

  Tyler dropped his voice to a sexy growl. “Then we put this on you. It’s our reminder that you are our sweet girl, only ours, and we promise to take care of you and protect you. All right?” He’d carefully scripted their lines, yet another reason Thomas was willing to step to the side during this phase.

  She nodded again.

  He carefully slipped the collar around her neck. He’d guessed at the size, poking extra holes in it in case he had to adjust it, but it fit perfectly. He didn’t want it so tight that it choked and panicked her, and he didn’t want it so loose it would spin and twist and irritate her skin. If she would tolerate this from them, she was as good as theirs.

  Her breathing quickened, sensing what it was, but she didn’t move or open her eyes.

  He nodded to Thomas, who clipped the leash to the collar. They stood in front of her, close, inside her personal space.

  “Open your eyes, sugar,” Thomas said.

  She did.

  Tyler had already covered the ground rules with Thomas, iron-clad rules they could not break. They had to be extremely gentle with her. The leash must always be in their hands, never laid down. When seated, she’d be at their feet or in their lap except in the truck. They would have a hand on her at all times in addition to holding the leash, or have her seated as to be touching one of them. This was for control as much as it was for her peace of mind. She wasn’t allowed off the leash once outside their house, even to go to the bathroom. If she said stop, they would. They weren’t giving her a safe word, but they knew if overwhelmed she would resist—and they would immediately end the game.

  Both men smiled and touched her arms. “You’re beautiful, Nevvie,” Thomas whispered. “Devastatingly beautiful.”

  Tyler agreed. “You’re absolutely gorgeous. We are the luckiest blokes on the planet.”

  She looked at her outfit, then back to them, but didn’t ask.

  “You’re playing our little slave girl, sweetheart, and we’re your masters.” Tyler took the leash from Thomas and showed her. “I promise, we will protect you. Always. One or both of us will, at all times, be by your side and in control so you are safe. No one will touch you but us. All you are responsible for tonight is to enjoy our little game. Let us do the rest. Can you do that for us?”

  She hesitantly smiled. “Yes.”

  * * * *

  Tyler let her go to the bathroom off-leash before they left, but before he put it back on her he made her sit on their bed.

  “Are you ready, Nevvie?” Thomas asked. Tyler had prepped him. She needed to respond to Thomas to ensure all went well.

  She nodded.

  “Would you like to leave now?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then let’s get into the spirit of the game, sugar. You need to ask me to put your leash on. You can’t leave the house unless you’re properly attired.”

  She smiled, getting into the mood. “Please put my leash on.”

  Tyler stepped in. “Sweetheart, you need to say it properly. A good little slave knows how to ask her master for things.”

  He made her hunt for the answer and she smiled again. “Master, please leash me?” It was more a question than a request, but it sufficed.

  Both men grinned. Thomas snapped the leash to her collar. “You’re our beautiful, sweet slave girl.” She stood at his gentle prompting.

  Thomas and Tyler each caressed her cheeks. She didn’t flinch from their tender touch.

  “Do you know what you’ve done to us, Nevvie?” Thomas asked.

  She shook her head, confused.

  Tyler looked at Thomas and together the men stepped close, pressing against her hips so it was obvious how hard they were. Tyler kept his eyes on her face in case she reacted badly, but she gasped.

  “Sugar,” Thomas whispered, “you’ve done that to us. You have power over us beyond your wildest imagination.”

  The truth, yet also another carefully scripted line Tyler had fed Thomas. He executed it perfectly. Her face flushed, and her eyes travelled from Thomas back to Tyler.

  “Yes, Nevvie,” Tyler whispered. “Tonight you may be playing the role of our sweet little slave girl, but the truth is you are our mistress.” God, he’d have to remember to delete that file from his hard drive, the one he worked on for weeks to get the dialogue perfect so they could memorize it. “So, knowing that you have two men under your control, two men who would die for you, sweetheart, are you ready to let us play your masters tonight?”

  She nodded and licked her lips. Tyler wanted to kiss and fuck her luscious mouth.

  “As our sweet little slave girl,” he continued, “you aren’t allowed to touch anyone but us, understand? Not even to shake hands. If someone says hello you can speak and bow your head to them, but that’s all. Remember, you’re playing a role for us tonight. Do you understand?”

  Her voice dropped to barely more than a sultry whisper. “Yes.”

  Thomas’ eyes flicked to Tyler, who tipped his head slightly in a nod, giving Tom the okay to push her a little. “Yes, what?” Thomas asked.

  She smiled. “Yes, Master.”

  Both men grinned, unable to contain themselves. “Very good,” Thomas purred. “That’s a very good girl. That pleases me.”

  Tyler returned to the script. Who said drama class would never pay off? “If you wish to eat or drink anything, you must ask us for it. We will take care of your every need tonight. But if anything happens that you don’t like, do not hesitate to say no and we will stop. We will never force you to do anything. We may be playing your masters, but we take our responsibility to protect you seriously. You are our number one priority tonight. Understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He kissed her forehead, as did Thomas. “Very good, sweetheart,” Tyler purred. “Do you have any questions or objections to anything so far?”

  Both men held their breath as she looked from one, then to the other. Her lips curled in a sultry smile. “No, Master.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Tyler the evil genius made sure Thomas left the old Ford truck parked furthest out so it would seem logical to take it without moving cars. Not as comfy as the Ridgeline, but Tyler wanted Nevvie between them on the bench seat. Thomas shook his head and smiled at the simple, yet brilliant planning.

  As much as Tyler could he’d scripted every aspect of the evening, dependent upon her willingness to play along. This included their choice of costumes, and just not because the tight pants made their reactions obvious. Thomas dressed as Zorro, romantically dark and dashing, conjuring safety with a little danger. Not to mention his cape provided instant cover for her without having to carry an extra cloak. His own pirate outfit for a similar reason, the implied hint of a ravishing to come, yet someone who would fight to the death to protect what was his. An implied dominance to both.

  Tyler wanted the night to be perfect for her. Not so much for them to achieve their goal—truth be told, that would be fan-damn-tastic—but so she felt good, had a taste of the power she wielded even when supposedly submitting to them. If they didn’t screw it up, maybe she would be theirs, loving them as much as they loved her. She had to want them together.

>   They arrived at the party, not the earliest guests but early enough they could stake out the best location. Tyler knew Eddie and Pete still had the wonderfully huge, soft sofas with large throw cushions in the informal living room.

  When they stepped out of the truck, Tyler held her leash, checking her over and adjusting her veil under her chin. It could, if necessary, cover the lower half of her face. He’d wanted to avoid smudging her lipstick—or hiding her deliciously red lips from their appraising eyes. If he sensed her getting nervous he would raise it to give her anonymity, which might help calm her.

  “Do I meet approval, Master?” she coyly asked. While he’d softened during the ride over, his cock sprang to life and stretched his already tight pants to the limit.

  They’d parked near the caterer’s van in a dark, empty, mowed lot two houses down from Eddie and Pete’s, one of the first arrivals. Tyler took her hand and placed it against the front of his trousers.

  “Does that answer your question, little slave?” he asked.

  She gasped.

  Thomas walked around the truck. “What am I missing?” He’d left the plastic sword at home because it kept catching on his cape, and had donned his mask and hat.

  “Come here and see, lover.” When Thomas crowded in, Tyler took her hand from his crotch and placed it over Thomas’. He moaned, and Nevvie gasped in reply.

  “Good little slave,” Thomas purred.

  * * * *

  This was torture. Well, Tyler had guaranteed to get her out of her funk. So far, they’d succeeded. Her pussy felt uncomfortably wet and aching for a finger—hell, aching for one of their cocks inside her. She wasn’t questioning how horny her boys were. If she made them hard, more power to them. She wished she could be in the middle of a ménage between them, God help her. Maybe she could get them drunk…

  Tyler held the leash and put his arm around her waist. “Come along, sweetheart.”

  Thomas walked on her other side. She didn’t feel quite so naked with his comforting presence beside her. She reached for his hand and he gently squeezed it.