by Eden Myles
“Sure.”
I went out into the dining room to see they’d set a place for me and a fresh bottle of wine was in the ice cooler. Another jewelry box sat next to the plate. “This isn’t necessary,” I giggled nervously, wringing my hands.
“We think it is,” Damian answered and led me by the hand to the table. He pulled out the chair for me and I sat down and placed the cloth napkin properly into my lap. Dorian brought out a plate of the gourmet lamb and mint that was the main course, then poured me a glass of champagne. The guys sat down on either side of me as I tucked into dinner.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” I asked as Damian showed me the diamond pendant earrings in the jewelry case that they were giving me. “I’m only doing the job you hired me to do.”
“We want you to feel valued, not just ‘the help’,” Dorian insisted. I could tell he was still feeling bad about what Tiffany said. He folded his hands contemplatively. “What did you think of the girls?”
I almost choked on my wine. “What do you mean?”
“Do you think any of them suit us?” Damian asked.
I thought back to the dinner party. “I liked Jennifer. She was nice.”
“Too nice? A courtesan who’s too nice is no fun at all.”
I looked between them. “You mean you want a bad girl?” I giggled nervously.
Damian smiled and Dorian pursed his lips. “Not bad, per say,” Dorian said. “We want a strong woman. Someone who can handle our demands.”
“What are your demands?”
Something passed between the brothers, that psychic signal again. They stood up at once, almost in sync with one another. “If you’re finished, will you follow us upstairs?”
“Sure. If you want.”
I followed them up the curving staircase to the second floor, then down a long hallway to where one of the many locked door lurked. I thought they wanted me to clean it for them, but when Dorian unlocked it with a key in his pocket, the door fell open on an immaculate room carpeted in plush arctic white carpeting and intricate oak wainscoting.
My breath caught in my throat. There was an enormous, four-poster bed on a raised dais in the middle of the room, a huge, beveled, full-length mirror in one corner, a gorgeously carved armoire, a closet whose door was open, revealing an array of expensive evening gowns, and a magnificent collection of original Old World paintings on the walls, mostly of women in various states of reclining and slumber. Veils and strings of pearls were twined around the four posters of the bed, and ivy plants were clustered around, many with tiny blooming purple and pink flowers, giving the whole room a fairytale-like feel like I was seeing into another dimension full of magic and sleeping princesses.
“This is all for your future courtesan?” I gasped. I realized then that they were really serious about this stuff.
“Yes,” Damian immediately answered.
Dorian indicated the room with a flourish of his hand. “Now who among the girls do you think of, Belle? Who do you think would be the most appropriate courtesan to fill the position?”
I took a few steps inward, then stopped and turned to look at them. “Sleeping Beauty!”
They laughed at that.
“I’m afraid she’s currently unavailable,” Damian said. He and his brother moved to stand beside me. They both encircled my waist, and for the first time since before I’d met Clark, I felt truly safe. “Do you have another suggestion, Belle? Which girl do you think is best, hmm?”
I had no suggestions. They were all so beautiful, and I hated them all.
“Perhaps Jeri,” Damian prompted, looking on the layout of the room.
“Angeline?” Dorian suggested.
“I prefer Jeri.”
“Only because she looks like Belle…”
I listened to them bickering back and forth. A nibbling misery swept over me. I felt my heart catch in the back of my throat. I wrung my hands together. I stared at my feet, hating myself, my fear, my aloneness. The words just exploded out of me. “What about me?”
They hadn’t heard my little whisper. They were still arguing, so I lifted my head and said, louder, “Me. Take me. I want to be your courtesan.”
They stopped arguing. They didn’t say anything at first, so I unzipped my dress, let it drop to the floor, and went to sit on the edge of the fairy tale bed. I gave them what I hoped was a sultry look, dressed in nothing but my bra and panties, but my next words betrayed my nervousness, as always. “I mean, if you want me. If you think I’m…appropriate.”
The brothers looked at each other, passing that signal between them once more. Damian nodded. Dorian said, his eyes pinned to me, “Ever since the dinner party started, my brother has been comparing every single girl to you, Belle.”
“Like you haven’t, bro,” Damian drawled.
I remembered how Damian had reacted to me the other day when I’d fallen from the ladder. He was definitely interested. I used that to bolster my courage. I told myself I was beautiful. I told myself I was strong.
I took a deep breath to fortify my courage, pinned them with an unflinching look so they would know I spoke the truth, and told them, “If you want me, Doctors, then take me.”
***
I laid back on the fairytale bed as they came to me and the soft cushiony surface took on weight on both sides of me. I kept my eyes tightly shut until I heard Damian say “Belle. Open your eyes.”
I slowly opened them. Damian was on my left side, Dorian on my right. Both were on their sides, curled a little around me, surrounding me like two living parentheses. Damian reached out first and ran his fingers over my face, then over my lips as I tilted my head back for him. His touch ignited a fire deep inside me, one I thought to never feel again.
“Are you certain, Belle?” he asked in a warm, husky voice. “Can you truly handle us?”
I reached up and traced his wrist where he had a snakelike tattoo. “I know I can take you and your piercings and tattoos. No worries.”
Damian laughed. “I’m not the one you have to worry about.” And he looked past me to his brother.
I turned my head to observe Dorian lying so still on the pillows, watching me in that silent, intense way he had about him. I had started thinking of it as his listening silence.
“Dorian’s the really kinky one.”
My stomach fluttered as the man in question reached out and touched me much like his brother hand. But where Damian’s touch had been light and almost fey, Dorian’s skilled surgeon’s hands moved over my face to my lips with deliberate force and deftly inserted a finger. “Suck,” he said in a soft but unmistakably commanding voice.
I sucked.
Dorian grunted in response. “She obeys well.”
“Should we keep her, bro?” I couldn’t tell if Damian was joking or not.
He removed his finger from my mouth. “I depends on how well she pleases us. How well she obeys.” He pinned me with a sharp look. “I admit my brother can be rather indulgent, but I want a courtesan who knows her place, who knows how to submit properly to a man.”
“Submit?” I said. My heart was thudding hard in my chest.
“There are rules.”
“Yes.”
“If you wish to serve us, Belle, as our courtesan you must make yourself physically available to us at all times. You must be willing to obey your gentlemen in all things. You must be willing to put the needs of your gentlemen above those of your own. Do you think you’ll be able to handle those demands?”
I thought about Dorian’s words. I didn’t want to just rush in and say yes, the way I had to Clark when he asked me out. That was surely the road to regrets. I absorbed what he was saying. I asked myself if I would be able to submit so completely to these two men, to become their woman…their property. Their doll.
“I have rules as well,” I said.
“Oh?” Dorian looked interested.
“You and Damian must promise never to deliberately hurt me in any way. I also get a say in h
ow far we go. That is to say…I want to be able to stop us if I find myself outside my comfort zone.”
Damian laughed. “I knew she’d be a challenge…”
But Dorian cut him off. “Your terms are acceptable. Damian and I will never harm you in any way, Belle. We will never frighten or scar you. In fact, we’ll devise safewords to stop our play if it becomes too much for you, physically or emotionally. You’ll get to choose the safewords.”
I nodded. “All right.”
I didn’t know much about safewords or the BDSM scene, so we decided on pretty basic stuff. Green for Go, Yellow for Slow, Red for Full Stop.
Dorian added, “Of course, we’ll need to train you well before you spend any time at all in the Dollhouse. You’ll submit fully to our training and you will not question anything we ask you to do. Is that acceptable, Belle?”
“I trust you, yes,” I told him. “But there’s one more thing.”
“Yes,” Dorian said, very formerly.
“My name isn’t actually Belle,” I confessed. “It’s Isabelle. Iz, to my friends.”
Dorian smirked, a very sexy look on him. “We’re not your friends. We’re your gentlemen, and to us you’re Belle.”
Dorian’s hand moved to the front closure of my bra. He deftly undid the satiny material so I felt the coolness of the room touching me there. My huge breasts bounced loose, the nipples immediately and shamelessly crinkling up. A little gasp escaped me when he bent his head to kiss me. It was a hard, bruising kiss, and his tongue went into my mouth like he could somehow feed from me. The feel of being possessed like that stole my breath. He observed me with a ravenous hunger that turned his face to all hard lines, and he actually licked his lips as his hand moved to caress my big, bare breasts, the lightest, fluttering touch.
“Pretty girl, do you belong to us?” he murmured.
I nodded. “Yes.”
Damian moved further down, running a finger under the edge of my panties, sliding them down my legs. I held perfectly still, waiting for their next command, trying to be a good courtesan. He kissed the dimple in my thigh. His stubble rubbed against my tender skin and his sigh made me burn inside with a fierceness of desire I’d never felt for any man.
“Ohhh…” I said when I was finally completely naked.
They fell upon me like wolves. Dorian kissed my lips and chin and throat and my delicate wreathe of collarbones. Damian kissed my ribs and belly button, working his way down to the ready slickness between my legs. While Dorian captured one hardened nipple between his teeth and suckled me, Damian was scenting me between the legs, his breath and the quick flick of his wet tongue making me writhe on the sheets like some hussy.
“She’s so very wet,” Damian announced. “And she smells like mint and rain.”
Dorian sucked and plucked at my nipples with his lips and teeth, the scrape of his stubble on my oversensitive skin making me gasp and jump. He stopped just long enough to say, “She tastes like snow and sunshine. She tastes…”
“…like a virgin,” Damian finished, sliding one of my legs over his shoulder so I was wide open to his exploration. “Christ, she’s beautiful. Her cunt is fucking perfect.”
There was no hesitation on his part; he nested his face in the wetness of my slit as if it were quite naturally his right to do so. His tongue went into me the way Dorian’s tongue was going into my mouth, with a sly, snakelike precision, and I was simply overwhelmed with the feelings of these two beautiful men licking and biting and sucking at me, driving spikes of frightening pleasure through all parts of my body at once.
Damian easily parted the petals of my labia and licked me front to back. Dorian curled his tongue around my swollen nipple, sucked it deep into his mouth, gnawed upon me. My back arched and I tossed my head on the pillows. I gasped uncontrollably as they pushed me quickly and expertly right over the edge and into release.
My belly muscles tightened and my body bounced on the bed as they teased the first powerful orgasm out of my body. I grunted, my whole body rendered electric. I gushed wetness into Damian’s mouth and cried out against Dorian’s lips. They licked and sucked all my passion up so I fell back onto the bed feeling warm and good and satisfied.
I laughed. “Wow…I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”
“She’s quite the novice,” Damian drawled with a sly and wicked smile, his lips and chin shining with my release.
“I like novices,” Dorian said.
“You like corrupting novices, you mean.” Damian licked his lips.
“Don’t listen to him, my dear,” Dorian drawled back, his voice husky with desire. “He wants to play good doctor/bad doctor, but the truth of the matter is, he truly is no better than I.”
I reached up and caressed Dorian’s cheek. He closed his eyes at my touch. “I think you’re both good doctors.”
Damian laughed at that. “She’ll soon learn when we’re both inside her at once.”
He grabbed me at the hips and dragged me under him. I squealed in delight. He loomed over me, set his big hands on my shoulders, licked and kissed the side of my throat until I cried out, then bit me gently. My lower regions and cunt were flooded with new wetness at the feel of him dominating me, holding me down. The bite…the fact they were making love to me with me naked and they fully clothed…it reinforced the feeling that they were completely in charge.
“I’m going to take you now, my dear, fill that lovely virgin cunt of yours, make it mine. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I squeaked out.
“We’ll use condoms tonight, but we’d like you to consider a reliable form of birth control in the near future, and we would like to share medical records with you,” Dorian added. He was now sitting at the head of the bed with my head in his lap, his two giant hands cradling my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks, calming me.
I arched back to see him watching me with such unbridled lust, then looked back down my body to where Damian was undoing his trousers and positioning himself to take me, my knees hooked over his shoulders. His cock was hard as a bone where it brushed against my seeping wet opening, and there was a sterling silver ring in the hugely swollen head of him.
“We want to fill you with our seed, Belle,” Damian said in a whispery soft voice dripping with desire as he worked a condom he’d taken from the bedside drawer over that impressive, veiny cock of his. “No barriers between us.”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Whatever you want. Whatever you say, Dr. Damian.”
“Sir,” he corrected me.
“Sir,” I said.
He didn’t wait to hear any further words of either encouragement or protest. He yanked me forward while undulating his pelvis, easily impaling me on his rock hard erection. I cried out at the unfamiliar sensation—because, quite frankly, that’s exactly what it was to me. I had no clear memories of my first time with Clark. For all intents and purposes, I was indeed the virgin they thought I was. His cock filled me, stretched me, and I felt the bump of his cock ring up near the top of my cervix. He lowered his head and kissed my flitting pulse. At the same time, Dorian bowed his head, giving me an upside-down kiss, his tongue snaking into my mouth and warring with mine so I could taste his desire.
“You mustn’t come until I say,” Damian said, lunging and withdrawing, training my body to fit his.
“Uhh,” I responded, all I could manage.
My body responded to them both, naturally and instinctively, I raised my legs and crossed my ankles at the small of Damian’s back. I writhed both with and against them. Damian grunted as he plunged in and out of me in slow, deep thrusts, taking his time, enjoying every moment of our lovemaking. My body squeezed him, tried to hold him deep inside as his thick, spongy head slid over my g-spot in a deliberately teasing motion.
Slowly he increased his rhythm, his pelvis pistoning forward and back, making me rock against the surface of the bed and dragging a gasp of unexpected pleasure from my throat. My big breasts jiggled and I found that in my p
resent position, with my back arched and only the crown of my head touching the bed, I was more or less flaunting them right in front of Dorian’s face. I finally cried out right into Dorian’s mouth, then reached up and wreathed my arms around his neck in an effort to hang on as Damian pushed me to the edge and beyond into release.
Dorian groaned, overwhelmed by temptation, and clamped his mouth down around one stiff nipple, biting hard even as Damian bit the sensitive skin at the base of my throat. I cried out at the sudden, sharp sensations coming at me from both sides. I could see, from my position beneath him a little, that Dorian had undone his own trousers and his own cock was hard and tight against his belly, and that copious amounts of precum were pouring from the little slit.
“Christ, you’re sexy,” Dorian moaned around my nipple.
“Come for me, Belle,” Damian growled into my throat. He thrust one last time, hard, so hard he actually lifted my hips up off the bed, and I came, crying out, between my two gentlemen.
My orgasm left me trembling with weakness as I fell back onto the bed, my whole body alight with pleasure and satisfaction. I wanted to rub myself against the bedclothes like a cat, then curl up against my lovers and enjoy the afterglow of our sex, but Dorian was still biting me and I could feel the mania of his passion, his as-yet-unfulfilled need to take me, to be inside me. He let me go, my breasts splattered with his saliva, and growled, “My turn. Hands and knees. Now, Belle.”
Damian moved so I could scramble onto my hands and knees in the middle of the bed.
Damian was right. It wasn’t he I had to worry about. Dorian was the rough one, the demanding one. No sooner was I in position, but he was mounting me, pushing my head down so my ass was in the air, easier for him to fuck hard and fast. He probed my wet opening, his big cock slapping against my ass and cunt, streams of precum pouring down the insides of my thighs. He teased me, dry humped me, only stopping to slip on a condom and to bump my ass with his giant, soft head.
“I’ll have that pretty ass in time. But not tonight.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn’t sure if I could handle him filling my ass as well as my cunt tonight, not after Damian had finished stretching me. There was already a pleasant, thrumming ache that filled my womb, similar to when I went on a wild diet-and-exercise routine that left me aching the next day. His arms went around me tight, his hands grabbing and squeezing the heavy globes of my breasts until I cried out in delight and surprise.