He reached over and turned on the water. Ever so slowly, he washed her body, worshiping it, loving it, and telling her in his actions that he would always care for her. She smiled as he stood and scooped her up in his arms after he turned off the water. “You know, if you keep this up, I'm going to expect it every day,” she teased. He lowered her to her feet so he could dry her. He smiled and rubbed her hair with the towel. “Annabelle, we will always take care of you. We're very good at it. You have the first three hours to work in your studio today, but we will expect you in the kitchen at twelve to eat lunch. From there, we have your day scheduled. You will follow our orders to the tee.” He guided her into the bedroom. A warm cotton skirt and blouse lay on the bed. “You picked out my clothes?” She traced her finger over the skirt and glanced at him.
Marcus stifled the smile that wanted to break out, but Annabelle needed to get used to the idea of them controlling more and more of her life. “We will pick your clothes out and what you wear each day, among other things.” He reached for the blouse as she gasped next to him. “I've already informed personnel that you won't be back to work either. Lance has taken care of the lease on your apartment.” He held out the blouse for her. She glanced up at him and put her arm in it.
“You're really into the control thing, aren't you?” She reached to button the blouse, but he stopped her and cupped her breasts. His gaze met hers. “Yes. You're our mate, lover, mother of our children, and our own personal slave. What we say goes. Of course, regarding decisions with our children, we will share those and other issues, but always know we do this for you. We want only the best for you, and to please you.” He traced his thumbs over her nipples. “When things settle down, and they will settle down, each day you will have some free time, but we will expect you take the guards with you when you leave this house.” He pulled her shirt closed and buttoned it. “My parents have bought the house next to this one. They will be moving into that house. Mother always loved it, so Father bought it when it went up for sale. He wants us to have the family house. Is that okay with you?” He wrapped the skirt around her and tied it on the side. “The reason I'm asking is because we want your happiness above anything else.” He stood in front of her and waited. She looked down at the ground and back up with a smile. “I would love to live here. But Marcus, I have a question. I know Dave is dead, but how…I mean I still have his last name. I want to have my name changed to yours, if it's okay.” She fidgeted and glanced back at the ground. “I know we're mated and that is more bonding than a marriage, but I'd like to have your last name. I don't want a reminder of him.” She shivered and rubbed her arms. Marcus pulled her into his arms, and rested his head on hers. “You'll have our last name, Annabelle. I have the lawyer working on it as we speak. So don't worry about it, and of course you'll also soon have our mark.” He teased and stepped back. “Now, go on. The guards are waiting outside to take you upstairs. You have three hours. Don't be late. I would hate to start our evening with a punishment.” He patted her ass and pushed her to the door. “You do know there is no clock up there, right?” she teased, running for the door. He growled, catching her at the door. “Then I'll make sure to have one brought up to you.” He rubbed his growing cock onto her stomach and kissed her. “If you keep teasing me, your free time will run out.” He pinched her nipples. “Hmm, if you keep touching me, I might let you use my free time.” She reached up and kissed his lips softly. “But I have four other gifts to start and yours to finish. So I'm going.” Marcus watched her step out into the hallway as both guards followed behind her. He smiled. Their beauty would soon know the limits of her freedom. “Well, she took the news well.” Lance stepped up next to him and handed him a pair of jeans.
“Yeah, but we haven't told her all the rules yet. We'll see tonight how much resistance we get from her. I'm kind of hoping she does resist us a little, just so we can see that red ass again and smell her juices when she gets excited.” Marcus laughed and slid the jeans on. “We don't need a reason to see it red. I, for one, intend to make it red tonight. Oh, Doug called and wanted to know who we want to witness her first outing tonight.” Marcus stopped and thought about it. “I was thinking just the senior members for now. That way, we can ease her into it. I know at the bar she got excited, but we hid her body. Tonight she will be watched, so I think we should go easy on her.” He grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it on. Lance nodded. “That's what I thought. I also asked Doug to set up our private chamber for the showing. It will be more comfortable for her.” Marcus and Lance headed downstairs to the dining area. “Did you invite Doug and his slave for lunch? Mom and Dad will be at the factory this afternoon. Sandy is having lunch with Dwayne and her parents and Annabelle's parents are going into town, so we'll have the whole house to ourselves this afternoon.”
He studied the layout of the dining room and pushed the small four-person table toward the window facing the garden. Lance moved the two small cabinets, one to each side of the table, easy to reach. “Yes, and he has already sent over his toys. They are in the drawers, as are ours. The cook has a simple lunch all set up for us. The sandwiches, fruit, and cake are all finished and I have Brett serving lunch for us.” He smiled. “I think Annabelle will like him.” Marcus adjusted his cock. “Good, he's perfect for what we have in mind. Looks like everything is set in here. We'd better get moving if we're going to be back on time. We've only got two hours to secure those tunnels, and they haven't been used in a while. I want them lit when we use them.” He turned and headed for the basement tunnels with Lance.
Chapter Fourteen
She had two and half hours to paint. She would do Eden's and Nicholas's painting first. Then she would work on Marcus's and Lance's. Annabelle turned and looked at the guards in the room with her. How the hell was she going to paint with them in the room? She frowned. “Are you guys allowed to wait out in the hall while I paint?” She hoped they would be, but they shook their heads no. “Well, damn.” Marcus, can the guards stand out in the hall while I paint? No! both her mates answered. Fine, then don't get mad when they see me naked! she snapped and closed off her mind, as she made her way to the bathroom and stripped out of her clothes. At least she had her smock to put on. That would cover her somewhat. Walking back into the studio, she gathered her paints and started Eden's and Nicholas's painting. She reached over and turned on the stereo, swinging her hips to the music. Ten minutes had passed, and she had gotten the outline of the painting done, when both Marcus and Lance burst into the room, scaring the crap out of her. Her brush went flying across the canvas. Annabelle glared up at her mates, who pushed the guards out the door and turned to her. “We had things to do, Annabelle, but you had to interrupt them,” Marcus snapped. Words just wouldn't come out of her mouth. She was so pissed off that she flung the paint brush at him. “Do you know what you just did? I only have four freaking canvasses and you just ruined one! Damn it, Marcus. Now what am I going to do?” She plopped down on the floor, holding the ruined painting in her hands. “There has to be a way I can fix it. It was turning out so well, too.” Her lip quivered. She hated this. She couldn't buy anything because she was stuck in the house. Marcus and Lance moved up to her and kneeled down next to her. Marcus raised her chin and gazed at her, but she jerked her head away. “Don't, Marcus.” She grabbed a paper towel and dabbed it into the turpentine, hoping she could remove the splatters, but Lance grabbed the picture and set it aside. “Damn it, Lance. I only have two hours left and now it's going to take me an extra hour to just try to fix that. Give it back.” She tried to grab it, but Marcus pulled her up and held her in his arms. “Where are you clothes, Annabelle?” “They're in the bathroom so they wouldn't get ruined. Let me go, Marcus. I have to finish that painting today.” “Hush. When we dress you, we also undress you, Annabelle. We expect you to do what you are told. Didn't I tell you no less than an hour ago that you were to wear those clothes?” he demanded. Annabelle clenched her fists and knew they were going to have their first full-blown fight. �
��Yes, Marcus, you did, and I was wearing the outfit, but I didn't want to ruin it. Plus, you knew I paint in the nude, so this is your freaking problem. Now release me.”
She didn't give him the chance, as she squirmed out of his arms. “Go. Get out now before I lose my patience with the both of you. I'm locked in this house while others can go shopping. I can't go Christmas shopping, which I love to do, because of all this crap. Not to mention I have some stupid-ass demons out to get me. So I'm trying to make due here with what I have. Then you two come busting in here and ruin one of my gifts. So, yes. I'm pissed off.” She sat down on the chair. “I've given up everything I have for you two. Hell, I don't even have any of my things in this house except for what's here. I thought this was my free time where I could be me. Are you going to stop that too? I paint in the nude, Marcus and Lance. That way, I don't have to worry about getting anything ruined. I'm free when I paint. It relaxes me. Don't take that away too, Marcus. Don't.” She sighed and curled her legs up on the chair. Lance grabbed the other chair and put it in front of her, sitting on it. “Come here, Annabelle.” He held out his hand and she knew what was coming. She sighed. They hadn't heard a damn thing she'd said. Annabelle placed her hand in his and went to him and bent over his knees. He didn't even have to guide her. “Do it, Lance. Just do it.” She pushed the smock up for him, so he would have free access to her ass. He just sat there. “Annabelle, do you know why you're going to be punished?” Lance ran his hand over her ass. “Let's see. It could be because I was upset and yelled, or it could be because I threw a paint brush at Marcus, or it could because I like to paint in the nude. Don't know which one, or all them, so just do it,” she snapped and glared back at him. He glared at her. “You have a mean mouth on you when you're upset.” He brought his hands down on her ass fast. He kept spanking her, but Annabelle didn't say anything. Silent tears slipped down her face. Why couldn't they see she was upset and comfort her instead? Her ass burned once again. He had given each butt cheek ten smacks and lifted her up, setting her on her feet. Marcus sat down in the chair she had been sitting in and pulled her into his lap. She sucked in her breath as the fiery pain raced through her butt when she sat on his lap. He pulled her back and hugged her, wiping the tears from her face. “Make a list of what you need and we'll have it delivered to you tonight. All you have to do was ask, and we will give you anything.” He sat back and stared at her. She shook her head. “You don't understand, Marcus. To me, Christmas is about giving something special to each person in my life. My paintings and writing are special to me. It's my haven, a place I can go to not be disturbed and just be myself. I'm not afraid I'm going to hurt anyone. There are no rules, nothing. The painting I was making was for your mother and father. It was going to take a little extra time to make since I wanted a bigger one to go in their new house. It would normally take me at least a week to do this, but I know exactly what I want to do. Now I don't have the time or the materials to do it. I don't want you buying them something. I want to do this all by myself. It's a gift from me to them to show them how important they have become to me.”
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