Taming Marie Antoinette

by Tilly Greene

"Here, I'll give you a ride back to work. It's too cold for you to be walking around."

  "Oh, I'm fine, it isn't far. Thank you though."

  "Liana,” they stopped on the sidewalk and faced each other. “Neither James nor I will ever do anything to hurt you, cause you pain, or upset you. All I'm doing is offering to drive you back to your office."

  "Right, I know, I wasn't prepared for this.” She waved her hand between them.

  "This? You mean my brother and I wanting to spend more time with you?"

  "I guess, yes."

  "Sweetheart, there wasn't nearly enough time at the party to do everything we wanted, and hopefully having more together time is what you want as well."

  "I definitely want more."

  "Let me drive you to your office. Later we'll send a car to collect you from your home, this way all three of us can talk and get down to having some fun. Okay?"

  "Yes, okay."

  "Good.” He led her between two parked cars to a double-parked Mercedes.

  "Your car has been out here blocking traffic and these other people all this time?"

  "Oui.” Using a fob, he unlocked the car and opened the door, holding it until she was settled inside.

  After he walked around and slipped behind the wheel, she couldn't hold back any longer.

  "Why didn't you go find a parking space? Wait, no stupid question, this is Paris. Why would you do this?"

  "Simple really—you."

  When he turned to look at her, she felt her stomach drop.

  Oh boy, she was in so much trouble here.

  * * * *

  Once he dropped her off, Thorn made a call on his mobile, while he watched her move toward the big, grand building. Pressing a button, he used the speakerphone to talk with his brother.

  "What's up?"

  "Change our dinner meeting to another time."

  "Why?"

  "I found her and we're all having dinner."

  "Shit! Really? Where?"

  "Driving back from this afternoon's meeting, she was heading in to Ladurée. Our Liana likes her hot chocolate nice and thick. I kid you not, James, I thought I'd come right there in front of everyone while I watched her drink it down. She looked like she was tasting heaven."

  "Why aren't we at home working off all this pent up—"

  "She needs talk."

  "What?!?"

  "No, she's right. Last time we hooked up there were specific rules everyone acted under, this would be only us and she needs parameters."

  "Oh, sure, makes sense.” There was a long silence before he said one last thing. “She's ours."

  "Yes, she is."

  Chapter Three

  After answering the e-mail from Plexus Modler regarding her forms for the show, Liana left work early, eager to pamper and prepare herself for the evening's festivities.

  Luck had been with her in finding an inexpensive apartment not far from Notre Dame on the Ile St Louis. Except for tourists, it was a quiet neighborhood and pleasantly situated over a cheese shop. It belonged to the son of her parents’ friends who'd bought it way back when he was a student and kept it for a place to stay whenever he was back in the city. Thankfully, this wasn't often and so was pleased to rent it out for a few months.

  Saying the place was small was putting it mildly. There was a simple galley kitchen, loft bedroom, and a living room with plenty of space for her to spread out and work in the fabulous light that poured through its grand windows. One other highlight was how the bathroom was large enough to hold a luxurious tub because she was a big believer in the revival properties of a good bubble bath.

  Lying back, she closed her eyes and let the rose scented bubbles play with her mood. She must remember to take with her the play list she'd worked on earlier. There was a copy for each man so they could see for themselves, what she was okay with and what she wasn't. Some things had been obvious from her actions during the Depravity Dance, like having sex with more than one person at a time, anal sex, and sex before other people, but she'd noted them down anyway.

  When actually sitting there and thinking about what turned her on, she had been surprised at how limited it was when noted on paper. There were areas she wanted to explore further, but wasn't sure if they were for her or even if the men would be in to any of them.

  Out of all the ways they could play, two things kept demanding her attention: bondage and domination. Being restrained, at the mercy of others to pleasure her, were the most intriguing. Of course, she'd been held down before, as Thorn had reminded her earlier, but she wanted even more from it. The intensity she believed would come from the restrictions and limitations, even now awakened her pussy.

  She wanted the freedom she'd gain from being forced, although in reality it wouldn't be against her will. It was interesting, but she'd found these men left her feeling safe. They exuded something that allowed her to be comfortable with both herself and them, and relaxed enough to want to experiment in this area with them.

  Shifting her hands around beneath the water brought fresh bought heat and bubbles bursting beneath her nose. Would they blindfold her? Cuff her hands behind her back and have their way? Secure her to a wall and take her while she stood? Or maybe, maybe, they'd tease her body over and over. Take her to the pinnacle, only to pull her back before she found relief.

  Moving a hand she teased her hard nipple, and pictured them taking turns thrusting in and out of her, leading her from one climax to the next.

  Slowly she slid her hand down. Across her belly and its indentation, to her mound, and speared her fingers through her wet curls. Her first finger teased her opening, dipped in a little bit, then pulled it out to unveil and circle her clit.

  Pinching the excited nub, she fell even further into her wild, erotic imaginings.

  Blindfolded, she felt one of them press his large, muscular, naked body against her, pushing her to back up against the solid wall. Strong arms stretched out, covering hers entirely. Big hands with long fingers clasp hers where they laid clenched against the unforgiving brick surface and pulled them above her head. He offered some stability but even more passion. Using his legs to spread hers wider and then, without hesitation, thrust hard in and out of her pussy. Pounding his cock, she screamed with pleasure and frustration in not being able to move, to meet him thrust for thrust.

  The path of her imagination encouraged her to tug, twist, and pull on her clit, but nothing happened. She started to finger fuck herself furiously. The water splashed over the edges, but still no climax.

  For what felt like hours, her imagined lovers possessed her, but she found no relief in or out of reality. Not since the Depravity Dance has she felt the joy of coming. She tried, but nothing has managed to release her from this prison she's found herself in.

  Abandoning her bath party, she stood up, pulled the towel from the warming rack and dried herself off.

  Tonight they would find a common ground and she'd come, she was sure of it. Frustration made Liana determined to find out what they thought about her desire to explore the world of bondage and possibly further into domination. Yes, she wanted, desperately, and was going to put the request on the proverbial table for discussion.

  Pulling her hair back into a low ponytail, she started to get ready for the evening. Dusting her body with a fine shimmering powder, she considered what to wear and quickly decided on the Parisian standard, black. It was a seductive color, especially against her pale skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. Maybe she'd tempt them with what they couldn't see, nothing obvious, but some truly sexy lingerie.

  One of her biggest joys was in what she chose to wear beneath her clothes each day. They all encouraged her to feel attractive, desirable, and sometimes teased her lust to the surface. Opening her drawers, she finally settled on a dark, navy blue chemise.

  Made of stretch jersey silk, the spaghetti strap, balconet cup, one piece clung perfectly to all her curves. Not bothering with panties, she stood before the mirror and readjusted her breasts, leaving
the hard nipples to rest over the rolled edge. They'd poked out against her dress, teasing the men with what was ready and waiting. Walking over to her closet, she pulled out a long to her ankles basic black jersey wool wrap dress.

  The last item she added was a pair of stiletto boots. Pointed toes and a pencil-thin heel, the black leather smoothed up over her calves, past her knees and stopped around her thighs. If she took a long stride, or used stairs, they'd be visible, otherwise, only she would know how high they went. The wicked wonders were easier to get on than they were off, but she counted on having help with them tonight.

  A pair of black onyx studs, matching bracelet and some red lipstick, Liana took a last look in the mirror. Satisfied with her choices, she collected her red shawl and purse from her bed and headed down to the living room to await her ride.

  The buzzer announcing a visitor was waiting street level rang while she fussed with the perfect placement of her shawl.

  "Oui?"

  "Mademoiselle Trudeau? Les frères de Michaud ont arrangé pour moi vous prendre à Ma Bourgogne."

  "J'aurai raison en bas."

  Her ride to the restaurant and the sexy twins were here. Telling him she'd be right down, Liana still took a couple of deep breaths to calm her nerves. She double-checked she had her keys and her lists before leaving for her date with the Michaud brothers.

  "Bonjour mademoiselle."

  As soon as she stepped outside she felt a laugh threaten to spill from her lips. The streets on Ile St Louis were narrow and packed, there was rarely a space available for residents, much less visitors, which was why she hadn't bothered with a car and chose to either walk or use the metro. Obviously, the brothers had good connections. Pulled up in front of her door was a beautiful black Mercedes, with a driver holding the rear door open for her. Behind it were three cars, and the people behind the wheels were impatiently waiting to make their way down the road.

  She might live here, and be the child of French parents, but she'd never understand the ease with which they double-parked.

  The restaurant wasn't far from her place, but with traffic, it took almost twenty minutes.

  Driving around the square, he pulled to a stop next to the restaurant. Both Thorn and James stepped out from the arcade and helped her from the car.

  "I'm glad we found you again.” James whispered as he pressed his lips next to her ear.

  "I am as well, James."

  "You look beautiful, Liana.” Thorn put his hands on her waist and pulled her flush against his body as he greeted her. She was excited to feel his hard-on press against her belly.

  "Thank you, Thorn. You both look very handsome tonight."

  After a brushing kiss to her cheeks, from both men, they each took an arm and led her inside. The maître d’ showed them to a table in the front corner, near the fireplace. It was a rustic looking room, all brick walled and roughhewn chairs, but the food and wine selection were considered excellent.

  While they were ordering, she took a quick look at her dates. It was easy to see how many people wouldn't be able to tell them apart, but with them both at hand, she thought there were obvious differences.

  Visually Thorn's eyes leaned toward being more greenish hazel and his hair was perfectly cut, while James's orbs were more a golden brown and his brown locks a little longer and less disciplined. Thorn had to be the eldest, he was serious and seemed to be the one in control, where James was more relaxed and quick to smile. They didn't dress alike either, although up until tonight all she'd ever seen them wear was suits. Thorn had more of a quiet style about him. He wore a white shirt, with the single button at the neck undone, and a navy blue jacket and pants. James, on the other hand, wore black pants and jacket, with a silver shirt beneath.

  They truly were the most stylish, striking men she'd ever encountered.

  Sitting there, enjoying the atmosphere and heat from the fire, they sat back and slowly made their way through dinner. Their conversation moved easily along the lines of getting to know each better, outside of bed. Almost at once, they discovered they were all coming from a similar place: born in America with French parents. James spoke easily about their property development firm and the challenges found in trying to take the old, rehabilitate it to a level where it would be an asset in the future. Thorn was more practical and explained the various methods they've used to make a structure self-sustaining, or as close as was currently possible.

  In return, they listened, appeared interested and even asked questions about how she'd come up with her dissertation topic. They asked which couture houses and designers were taking part as well as what kind of problems she was anticipating. Thorn was the one who was most curious about how the show was going to be organized. She explained how the space was large, imposing, empty, and how she'd worked on a layout so it felt intimate, inviting, and engaging.

  By the time their sweets were delivered, the conversation had changed.

  "Let me start this discussion by telling you James and I share everything. There are no secrets between us. We like sex, period. There are some things we like that society says is kinky or even wrong, but if we like it, therefore we do it."

  "Sounds fairly close to my way of thinking."

  "We enjoy watching others and each other having sex, as well as get off having people watch us."

  "Yes, I'm with you there."

  "We're clean and have the paperwork to show you. We wore condoms the other night because it's required but would honestly prefer not to have to again. The choice is yours, although the thought of seeing our seed slip down your inner thigh quite frankly turns me on."

  "Us on."

  "I've never had sex without a condom, unless I was in a relationship, and those have been few. But I, too, have a clean bill of health, and I'm on the Pill for medical reasons."

  "Are you okay?” Thorn sounded concerned, no, more like worried about her. Liana reached over and covered his hand with hers.

  "I'm fine. They do double duty, both make my periods easier to handle and of course offer some protection against pregnancy."

  "Good. Good. Are we all settled? Can we go fuck now?"

  She wanted to laugh because James sounded eager, but this was the first opening she had to bring up her intended requests. Suddenly she wasn't sure how to begin.

  "Ummm, I have something to ask first."

  "We have all the time you need to be sure about all this.” Thorn said in a tone that eased her mind.

  "Oh, I'm absolutely positive. Only there are, well, a couple of things I wanted to say. First, you have no reason to fear strings. My visa will expire and I must return to America once my show is over."

  "And?” It was a turn around from a few seconds before, and although she knew it wasn't possible, she thought Thorn sounded almost angry at her reassurance. Maybe he was eager for her to get on with it.

  "I have these.” Pulling the notes from her purse, she handed one to each. The coward in her wanted to dash off to the bathroom while they absorbed what she'd written, but this wasn't how she led her life.

  "What are they?"

  "Today I wrote down a list of what I enjoy or am willing to try, and what I won't do."

  James opened the note and read it through before she'd finished speaking, whereas Thorn listened to her and then looked down at what she'd written. The first inkling she had they were on the same page as her was the twin smiles lifted up to her.

  "Mmmm, yes, I see no problems here. James?"

  "No, no problem at all. It seems we're well suited for each other."

  "I thought we might be but I wanted to be sure.” Both men stood up after she pulled her shawl off, reached for her purse and stood up. She moved her chair back and prepared to leave the table. “I'll go freshen up before we go."

  "The restrooms are at the top of those stairs.” James offered her directions.

  "Thank you."

  * * * *

  They watched her walk away and both let loose a low whistle when she took
the first step, flashing some leg along with boot.

  "Shit! Did you see what she had on beneath her dress?” They sat down but neither man took his eyes off the stairs.

  "I couldn't pull my eyes away from her tits. Those beauties were hard, free, and screaming for attention."

  "Tonight, let's go easy on the bondage thing. Her note said she'd like to try it and I don't want to scare her away by going hard on our first night. I think we should also wait on the other as well."

  "When I first started reading her wish list, I'd thought we'd finally met our match. But man oh man, by the time I'd finished I knew we'd died and gone to heaven."

  "I know, but let's take it easy. A blindfold and some suspension cuffs should give her a taste of the game. See if she likes it and then go on from there."

  "I was thinking the same thing. Nice and slow, no pressure to move too fast."

  Thorn took another sip from his water glass and couldn't hold back any longer.

  "I'm going to go upstairs as well. Those boots—"

  "I understand, she teased on purpose, you need to set her straight.” James smiled up at his brother, accepting his need to be in control. “I'll wait for the bill."

  He nodded in appreciation and made quick work of the stairs. The landing was small, especially with the communal sink and its lusty satyr faucet. Knocking softly on the wood panel with a brass medallion showing a young girl sitting on a toilet, he called out on a whisper.

  "Liana?"

  As soon as he'd said her name, the lock turned and the door opened. The ladies’ room was small, but he now knew it was even smaller than the men's.

  Stepping in, crowding her back against the wall, he pulled the door closed behind him and locked it.

  "Liana, love, I must see what you have on beneath this dress."

  "We're in the ladies’ room."

  "Who cares? I saw a hint of thigh as you walked up the stairs and now I have a hard-on that must find some solace. Now unwrap my present."

  "What?"

  "I think you heard me, now do it."

  Bright blue eyes flashed and held his for a few seconds, before she reached down to untie the bow at her waist. Her dress flopped open for a moment, and right as he was ready to tell her to open it, she put her hands on her hips, shifting the dress behind them.