by Eileen Green
Hands touched her as did tongues, driving her arousal that had begun to simmer to a boil. A hand brushed aside the piece of fruit that sat on her pussy and slid between her folds. It circled her clit.
Another mouth closed over her other breast as hands continued to caress her everywhere else. The mouth on her left breast left her; immediately replaced by another one. When she felt long hair drape across her thighs, Skye wondered what was going to happen. She didn’t have to wait before a mouth covered her cunt and a tongue dragged through her slit.
“Ahh,” Skye exclaimed at the feelings the action generated.
The person flicked their tongue across her clit. When Skye thrust her hips up from the impact of the feeling, the tongue grazed across her clit again as two fingers slid inside her pussy.
Mouths on both her nipples, bit, and sucked, sending electrical currents directly to her cunt. As the mouth sucked hard on her clit, the fingers within her shuttled in and out of her, crossing that sweet spot on the top of her channel. The fuse that had been lit charged for the detonator of her climax and when it reached it, Skye exploded as her orgasm took over.
Riding it out, Skye bucked her hips as she pulled against her restraints. The waves crashed over and over in her core, branching out to all parts of her body. A scream echoed in the room around her and it took her a bit to realize it was she, as she experienced the orgasm by someone else.
As she calmed down, a hand brushed her hair away from her face and lips kissed her forehead, then her cheek, and then captured her lips. The lips belonged to a woman and Skye tasted herself on them as the woman’s tongue swept into her mouth.
Reveling in the feelings engulfed her, Skye tried to process her feelings. She was given a mind-blowing orgasm by someone who had told her she was beautiful. Others around her had also told her she was beautiful.
Was she really? Was it too difficult to believe?
Skye found she kissed the woman back as their tongues tangled together. A mouth at her ear softly commented, “You are so beautiful when you come, my dear. I would love to make you come until you can’t come anymore. Would you allow Emperor Brock and Master John to share you?”
Skye was at a loss for words. Of course, there was a tongue in her mouth, which hampered her response, but even if it weren’t there, she wouldn’t know what to say.
In two weeks, she had been on a roller coaster ride of emotions. She was being complimented by people she didn’t even know. People touched her body that she didn’t know and she enjoyed it.
Brock and JC insisted that she was pretty, and they did touch her often and told her they loved her body. Now, people she didn’t know told her she was beautiful and they touched her. If they didn’t like her, they wouldn’t be doing that, right?
As her mind swirled with her thoughts, while hands and mouths continued to make love to her, memories seeped into her brain. Voices she hadn’t heard in ages sounded off.
***
“I am so sick and tired of your mouth running away with you!” her mother yelled. It was becoming a familiar argument that repeated like a bad rerun of the A-Team.
Sitting on her bed, Skye turned the music up on her Walkman, hoping to drown out the vicious words they tossed about. But even with her headphones on, she could still hear her mother’s nagging screeching.
“You don’t appreciate me, or what I do around here, and I am tired of it. It’s over!” the woman screamed over Bruce Springsteen.
“Right! You find any little thing to complain about!” her father shouted. “You have never been happy since I married you! You should be thanking me for even wanting to sleep with you!”
“Like you’re a fucking prize yourself!”
“Oh, the bitch is going to turn this on me? You hold yourself up a little too high, don’t you think? Look at you! You’re as fat as a cow!”
Skye’s father always spouted insults at her mother about her weight. The woman loved to cook and she loved to eat, as did her father. Both on the chunky side, her father always seemed to forget his own weight when they had the same argument.
“I’m fat? Look at yourself in the mirror occasionally! You’re always at the bar drinking that you don’t seem to notice that all that beer is going to your gut! You can’t even spend time with your own daughter! I’m always stuck with her!” her mother ranted.
“Well, if you had stayed on the pill like you should have, we wouldn’t be stuck with her at all! You were supposed to stay on the pill! I didn’t want a kid! I wouldn’t have even married you if it wasn’t for that brat!”
Tears ran down her cheeks at her father’s words. This was all new. New insults but ones that hurt Skye more than anything. Knowing that she wasn’t loved was one thing. Knowing she was unwanted was something totally different.
“If you had used a fucking condom like you promised to, we wouldn’t even be married, asshole! This whole mess is your fault! One of these days, you’ll realize that! Now, I’m going out! You get to watch the brat for once!” Her mother was more confident the past few weeks and Skye wondered why. Even standing up to her father, the woman was more assertive.
“I don’t know why you’re going out! I don’t know that any man would look at you! You’re fat, ugly, and a total bitch! You’re in for a big surprise if you think you’re going to get lucky! Even the brat is fat and ugly like you!” Her father’s words were hateful. He had said them to hurt, and they did. They hurt more than one person and Skye felt as if her heart had been ripped out of her.
Then, a blood-curdling scream ripped through the house and through Skye’s brain. Repeatedly, it sounded as if whichever parent was making the sound was in pain.
The screeching faded as Bon Jovi now belted out a song in Skye’s ears. The voices were now silent, or at least weren’t reaching her. Removing her headphones, she listened and heard nothing.
Her mother had probably left and her father was most likely in the living room watching TV, but something didn’t feel right. Curiosity got the better of Skye and she slowly made her way down the hallway towards the kitchen.
The light was still on in the room as the aroma of meatloaf and baked potatoes still hung in the air from dinner. At the door, Skye took in the scene that lay before her...
Blood splatted everywhere. The walls looked as if red polka dot wallpaper had been hung, but then the counters, the floor, and the table were decorated in the same design. Leaning against the stove was her father, blood covering his torso and a blank expression on his face.
Her mother huddled against the counter next to the man, rocking back and forth. Blood splattered all over her while the butcher knife lay in her hand. Tears fell down her face as her lips trembled. As Skye moved closer to the couple that were her parents, she could hear her mother whispering repeatedly saying, “I’m free. I’m free. I’m free.”
Beginning to shake at the scene before her, Skye made her way over to her father. Feeling for his pulse at his neck, she found nothing.
Numbness overcame her as she picked up the phone on the wall, dialed 911, and waited. When the lady operator asked what her emergency was, Skye gave the information and then hung up. The rest of the evening was a blur.
In all actuality, the next few months were a blur as she moved in with her grandmother. The fighting at night no longer occurred, but insults still abounded with the woman that had become her guardian. Her parents didn’t want her and now she was stuck with someone else who didn’t want her either.
Night after night, she cried herself to sleep hoping her parents would come back to say they were sorry and take her back home. She lived a shrouded life. She also lived with a lie.
***
A wailing seeped into Skye’s psyche as she felt herself being picked up into strong arms. Caring and concerned voices spoke around her as the Roman-themed room registered back in her brain. The crying she heard was her own as she wailed at the loss she had suffered so long ago.
The truth was hard to take in as it sank in
that her mother had killed her father. Why had her grandmother lied to her continually about what had happened? Why not just tell her the truth?
The hateful words that her father spouted before his life was taken from him were harsh and now Skye knew why she was so stuck on her weight and looks. It didn’t help that her grandmother repeated them as she grew up, but then, like mother, like son.
“Shh, baby girl,” JC crooned. “Can you tell us what’s going on?”
Skye’s cries continued as she tried to wrap her mind around that terrible time in her life. How had she forgotten something pivotal in her life?
Warmth seeped into her body as she sensed other people around them, some whispering to each other. She knew Brock and JC held her for she could smell them both, their body sprays enveloping her.
“Open your eyes for us, little one,” begged Brock, pain in his voice. “We have to see that you are okay.”
Her eyes felt swollen from her tears but she opened them. Looking around, she found concerned strangers standing around her, which warmed her heart. A glance up at Brock and then JC verified the terror that had edged their voices as they brought her back to the present.
“What happened, sweetheart?” Brock looked like he was ready to cry himself. It touched her heart that he was so concerned about her. “Talk to us, please!”
Feeling exposed where she was, she tried to get up, but two sets of hands kept her on both of her men’s laps. Looking down at her body, she realized she was wrapped in a sheet. They had been thoughtful to try to make her comfortable and that made her feel special, just like all the things people had said to her this evening.
It was time to reveal the past since it had come back to her and then she needed to put it to rest. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “All the nice things everyone said took me back to when I was a kid.”
“No one said anything bad about you, darlin’.” JC said, looking as stricken as Brock did.
“I know. Everyone was so nice,” Skye said as she looked around at the people nearest them. “Thank you. It was that everyone said such nice things that it took me back to the last time I was at home with my parents.”
Brock and JC knew that her parents didn’t want her, but now they would know the truth also.
“What happened, sweetheart?” Brock asked as he held her tighter. “Talk to us.”
Clearing her throat, Skye fidgeted a bit. “My parents were having a bad argument again. My dad told my mother how fat and ugly she was. Usually it was the same thing, but they both kept saying how I was a mistake and then my dad told my mom that I was fat and ugly too.” Skye lowered her head, and her voice. “Something must have snapped in my mom for when everything went too quiet, I went into the kitchen and found that she had stabbed my father to death. She kept saying she was free.”
“I thought you said your parents had left you with your grandmother and then got a divorce,” JC threw in, his voice sounding confused.
“That’s what my grandmother told me. I think I suppressed that night. My grandmother told me that neither one of my parents wanted to see me again. That’s why I never had contact with them. Now I know the truth.”
“Well, I hope you know that we love you just the way you are.” Brock turned her in his lap so that she faced him. JC was next to her.
“I know that you…wait, what did you say?” Skye thought she heard the word love, but she wasn’t sure.
“We love you, and we love you just the way you are, Skye Daniels.” Brock was smiling and he looked as if something was up.
“Yes, we love you, Skye,” JC continued. “And, we’d like to ask you a very important question.”
Confusion swirled around Skye. “Huh?”
JC squirmed next to her and a large black velvet jewelry box, like one that would contain a necklace, appeared next to her. “Baby girl, we have both come to love you, and we would like to ask you to become our submissive.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
His blood pounded in his ears as he waited for her answer. This was the biggest step he had ever made in his personal life. He had never collared anyone before in his life. None of the women he had as submissives ever were important enough to collar.
Skye was different. She was strong, independent, caring, brave, and loving. She showed that to them every day as she accepted the things they wanted to teach her with open arms, or at least said she would try.
Her head moved back and forth between looking at him in disbelief and then looking over at JC the same way. Had she really thought they didn’t care enough about her? Comments had been made by her that they would eventually leave her, but she really must have believed them.
After hearing about what happened between her parents, and knowing how her grandmother had treated her, no wonder she didn’t want to believe them. His heart broke at the life she had led up until now. No one should have to live like that.
Skye’s gaze finally landed on him and remained there. “You really love me?” she asked, the skepticism strong in her voice.
“Of course, darlin’,” JC piped up next to him. “I fell in love with you the first time I saw you on TV. I just had to get Brock here to fall for you too.”
Belief registered on her face. A blush overcame her features as her lashes lowered. “I really thought you would leave me sometime.”
Brock knew for certain there would never be another woman for him, and JC was of the same thoughts. Lifting her chin up so she would look at him, Brock waited until she opened her eyes. “We love you, and will do everything in our power to make you happy. We will protect you, even if it means from yourself. When a submissive or a slave is collared, it is more binding than a marriage, for there is a contract that is negotiated and cannot be broken without both parties agreeing to it. None of the parties walk away from it without discussing everything to the fullest. But, you need to look at the collar to see if you wish to accept it.”
When she turned her head, doing as she was told, JC opened the flat box. Two silver collars lay gleaming against the black velvet. One was for every day. It was a serpentine chain with a lock that looked like a charm, so no one would know what it really was. The other, was a silver choker that had an actual working lock on it. Diamonds decorated the lock and he and JC had a key for it.
The kicker was what laid in the middle of the box surrounded by the collars. A white gold ring with a large square solitaire diamond. A smaller square diamond sat on each side of the larger one, to symbolize the two of them. The box contained her collars and her engagement ring and Brock prayed she would accept both offers.
All the dinner guests remained around them, all of them with as much anticipation on their faces as Brock had in his heart. Several women’s, along with Skye’s, gasps could be heard when JC had opened the jewelry box.
“Skye Daniels, will you honor us in accepting not only our collar…” Brock began.
JC finished up for him. “…but our hand in marriage also?”
This was a discussion that Brock and JC had the other night while Skye slept. Since Brock was the oldest, and since JC was getting ready to go back out on tour, Skye would legally marry him, but a separate ceremony would bind her to JC.
Tears pooled in Skye’s eyes again. She looked between JC and Brock and then back to the jewelry. When she looked back at Brock, she brought her hands up and cupped his face the best she could with her arm in a cast. “I would be honored to wear your collar.” Laying a kiss on his lips, she made his heart sing. Then she released his face, turned to JC, and did the same to him. “And, I would be honored to be your wife.”
Cheers went up around them before people congratulated them. Turning her face back to him, he smiled at her. “Thank you, little one for making me one of the happiest men in the world right now. And, I’m sorry that we put you through what we did. We had no idea that it would bring up such unhappy memories.”
Skye cupped his face with one hand as the one hung between them. “I liked what you did.
I liked the things people said. They made me feel special. I wish it hadn’t ended the way it did.”
“It wasn’t your fault, sweetheart.” Brock pulled her to him and hugged her tight. “I’m sorry that you had to go through such a horrible experience. No one should have to go through something like that.”
Laying her head against his shoulder, he felt her hot tears. This was going to be something that she would have to process and work past, but she had two men to help her through. They would get her a therapist if she needed, but for now, they could show her all the love they had.
Brock picked her up and hugged her close as he made his way to the throne. The dinner had been interrupted when she became distressed. The people who were at the table with her had realized something was wrong and didn’t wait for Brock to give his approval to release her. By the time Brock and JC had reached the table, she was free of the restraints and the blindfold had been removed.
Her tears had been flowing freely at that time and someone had called out for the doctor. The man hadn’t made it to the palace room yet, but Brock didn’t think he would be needed by the time he arrived, yet he wanted Skye to have a quick examination.
JC had taken his seat to his left and Skye’s empty seat was to his right. It was her rightful place at his side and at the table, and he wanted it to remain empty until she could reside there. Everyone else made their way back to their seats and waited for Brock.
Holding her in his lap, he tapped his goblet with his knife. “Thank you everyone for your concern, and for being here at this joyous time. Let’s finish dinner so we can play!”
Cheers went up around the table before people began to eat again. Serving girls brought out fresh drinks and hot food, fulfilling the needs of the guests.
One serving girl came over and took Brock’s plate. She took the plate from Skye’s place setting, filled it with hot food and cut up his meat for him before setting it before him on the gold charger. Brock gave her a nod of thanks before she disappeared quickly.