Garrett laughed. “I think I can pull that off.”
“I do it every day at work,” Karl said. “At work would be the same as your office. A kind of positional safe word.”
“Then I’ll take you both and treat you as my husbands in public. And my Masters in private.” She bit her lip. She’d been thinking the word Master every time she used the word Sir. Well, they were escalating. She’d escalate right back.
“Exactly what we had in mind, pet,” Garrett said. He pulled a large box from the bag next to him and handed it to Karl. Meg watched as Karl pulled a glittering gold necklace from it. The links were on the large side, but too much to pass for ordinary jewelry. As he held it up for her inspection she could see two heart charms dangling from it. Garrett took one end.
“A collar for you, if you’re willing to wear it. It means you’re our pet,” said Garrett.
“Our fuck toy,” said Karl.
Garrett shot Karl a look “Our woman.”
Karl grinned. “Our pain slut.”
Meg interrupted. “Your slave,” she said.
The two men beamed at her. “Yes,” they said, together.
She gathered her hair in her hand, pulled it up from covering her neck. “Please.”
Together, they wrapped it around her neck. It was a perfect snug fit.
“We ordered a special leather collar for play as well,” Karl said. “But it’s not here yet. Only when that is on will this one come off.”
She smiled. “Not even in my office?” She didn’t want to take it off, but she wanted to know the rules.
“Even in your office, you’re ours,” said Garrett. “We just have to be hands-off.”
Curiosity burned at Meg. “And the little box? Or did I squash that?”
“That was totally Karl’s idea and I’ll understand if you’re not willing,” Garrett said.
Meg’s eyes narrowed. “You mean you don’t like the idea?”
Garrett shook his head. “Oh, I do. Remove your blouse, pet. And your bra.”
She wasn’t sure she got the connection, but if her Masters wanted her topless, then she would comply. She wanted to be touched. She unbuttoned her blouse and set it aside. Karl picked up his little box and Garrett pulled another identical box out of his bag.
She removed her bra and the two men knelt next to her. She waited as patiently as she could.
They opened the boxes and pulled out golden hoops. Earrings? But they held them up to her nipples. From one dangled a tiny K. From the other, a G. “Since ours is such an unconventional relationship, I thought unconventional rings would be good,” Karl said.
“And ones that will hurt going on. Or in.” Meg looked at him. No wonder it was Karl’s idea.
“Exactly.”
“They will stimulate you by being on, as well,” Garrett added. “And maybe you’ll enjoy showing them off. We certainly will.”
Sensuality and exhibitionism. No wonder Garrett agreed. And the pain of a needle. It suited both men and it suited their relationship. Her nipples were hardening at the thought. “Yes, Masters,” she said, softly. I’m a very lucky girl. She knew there was a place that did piercings a few blocks away. “When will we have it done? Saturday? There’s a place…”
Garrett turned and grabbed the bag. He started taking out the rest of the contents, which included a clamp, a couple of needles in sterile packages and alcohol swabs.
“You didn’t think I’d let someone else give you pain when I can, did you?” asked Karl.
My black diamond. “I should have known.” Meg thought about how her evening was supposed to go and it certainly hadn’t involved needles. She could have been staring at a bunch of sales figures, instead. This evening would have been like so many others over the years. She smiled. The pain would be worth it. “Masters?”
“Yes?” they both said.
“Even though my bed is small and cramped, you are both going to stay the night, aren’t you?”
Garrett grinned. “That was the plan.”
Karl swabbed her right nipple with alcohol. Garrett unclipped the little charms from the rings.
She smiled and closed her eyes. She’d be better off not seeing the needles.
The two men squeezed and pinched her nipples until they were hard peaks. She moaned, loving the feeling of two sets of hands on her. Then she felt the clamp on one. She was used to that kind of pain and breathing was the best way to deal with that and what was to come. She took regular breaths and waited.
There was a poke and then a sharp sting. She squeezed her eyes shut harder and imagined she felt the ring being slipped through after the needle. The clamp came off and blood came rushing back, intensifying the sensation. She breathed some more and waited as hands roamed her torso, comforting.
“Do the other one,” she said. “I don’t want to have just one.” She knew she sounded bossy but she hoped they wouldn’t be offended.
The clamp closed on the other nipple. The needle slid in, stinging. She wasn’t ever going to take either of the rings out, as long as they all were alive. From now on, she was changed.
A minute later the clamp came off again and she cried out. She opened her eyes and looked down, to see the two golden rings dangling from her hardened peak. Each man clipped his charm on. A G on the right, a K on the left. She couldn’t resist the temptation to lean forward give her chest a shake and watch the rings wiggle. It hurt only a little to do it.
Garrett steadied her with an arm on the shoulder. “Easy on them for the first few weeks, pet. Eventually we’ll be able to tug on them, but let the holes heal first.”
Karl grinned. “For now, we’ll tease.” He traced around her areola, avoiding the ring except for the slightest brush against the K. That little touch sent shivers through her.
Garrett cupped her other breast under the ring. “We’re going to love showing you off at the next Iron Butterfly.”
She smiled. “And I’m going to love showing you two off at the next office Christmas party.” She looked down at her breasts again. “So we both have a pair of something to show off.”
Karl laughed and so did Garrett.
“May I make a suggestion, Masters? Or would that be topping from below?”
“You can suggest,” said Garrett. Karl nodded.
“I think we should all get our clothes off and head to the bedroom and the two of you can use me in any and every way. And then…somehow…we’ll straggle out of bed before noon and put in a bid for the house. How is that for a way to celebrate the rest of our lives?”
Karl grinned. “Take the rest of your clothes off, girl.”
Garrett unbuttoned his white shirt. “I think it sounds like a very good suggestion indeed.”
About Sindra van Yssel
Sindra van Yssel is a multi-published author of BDSM romance fiction, who likes to explore trust and commitment and pack her stories with plenty of kinky sex. She draws on her own experience within the BDSM community to keep the scenes both hot and realistic, and has a soft spot for happy endings and characters who learn more about themselves. Her love of books has led her to both her professions: librarian and writer.
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Table of Contents
Blurb
Title
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
About Sindra van Yssel
Also by Sindra van Yssel
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