"A different show every time," Trevor added. "Usually put on by a Master."
"I suppose you two perform there regularly," Silver said.
"Sometimes," Trevor said. "But I've never had the chance to put on the show I've always wanted to."
"Why?"
"Lack of willing participants," Travis chimed in. "Takes a lot of trust to do the sort of things we like to do sometimes. And you don't really have time to build that kinda trust with guests."
"Or you don't really want to," Trevor added.
Silver gazed at each man in turn, watching their faces carefully. It would seem I was right all along, she thought, only we have two resident Lotharios rather than just one. "It must be hard," she said eventually.
"What?"
"So many women, but never time to build an emotional connection with any of them."
Travis began to speak, but Trevor interrupted him. "We have fun," he said firmly, "and I for one don't need an emotional connection to do that."
"Speaking of fun, shall we turn on the bubbles?" Travis added, moving across Silver to flip the switch, which soon had the jets shooting out of holes all around the tub.
She was quiet for a moment, wondering whether Trevor had abruptly ended the direction their conversation had been taking because he was hiding something, or because he was simply trying to tell her not to get too attached to them. "Well, you both know that I'm just here for fun," she said quietly.
"Our fun." Travis narrowed his eyes, and her stomach did a flip. So far, he seemed to be the more easy-going brother, so when he did allow his dominant side to show, it never failed to unnerve her.
"I love your ink," she said, desperately. "Is there a story behind all of it?"
"Well, as you can see, Trevor prefers the more elaborate, Asian style tats. Whereas I have a mash-up of different styles." Trav pointed to a wicked-looking Jester on his chest, above the right nipple. "I'm especially proud of Buddy, here."
"Buddy? Looks more like Chucky to me."
Trevor laughed. "She's got you there. I told you that Jester was evil."
Trav pretended to look offended. "Buddy is the perfect symbol to denote both my fun-loving side and my sadistic streak." He gestured to the tribal patterns swirling down one tanned, muscular arm. "Whereas these are just for looks."
"I must admit I have a weakness for men with tattoos," Silver said, admiring each man's artwork in turn. "What's that?" She pointed to a word written in a very unusual script across Trevor's right forearm.
"What does it say?" he countered.
"Excel?"
"Yep." He pointed to his brother. "Trav has the same one. It's the only matching art we decided to get."
Travis held out his own arm to show her. "Wanna see a neat trick?"
"Yes please."
The brothers scooted closer together in the tub and laid their forearms together. "See that?" Trevor went on.
Silver gasped as the two words became one. Somehow, impossibly, two 'excel's turned into the word 'excellence'. "Wow. That is seriously clever."
"It's called an ambigram," Travis said. "Alone we strive to excel, together we are excellence." He leaned back in the tub and grinned.
"No kidding. I'd like to get more ink. So far, I only have this little guy here." She tapped the seahorse tattoo on her ribcage.
"He's cute," Trevor said. "And your nails are very pretty, I like the purple glitter. You get them done at the Salon?"
"No, Sir. I do them myself. It's fun, I love to get all creative, and you can buy all sorts of extras on eBay; gems, glitter, foils and stuff. My home gel kit is probably one of the best things I ever bought." She blushed as she saw their identical expressions. "Sorry. Girlie stuff."
"You're adorable," Trevor said, slowly. "And obviously talented."
"Thank you. Oh, this is just blissful." She slid to one side, allowing the powerful jets of water to massage her shoulders, sore from the long journey.
"Best kind of aftercare—a good hard soak in the spa. You feeling jet-lagged, Silver girl?" Trevor asked.
"Get out of my head! I was just thinking about my trip," she said in surprise.
"Oh baby, it's not just your head I plan on getting into. Speaking of which, how is that little ass of yours doing?"
"It's hardly little," she muttered, without thinking. Then, "Oh. Shit."
"Oh shit is right. You know what I said would happen if you put yourself down in front of us ever again."
"It wasn't exactly putting myself down," she attempted. "I mean, my ass isn't little. It's... not little," she finished lamely.
"Nice try, but no cigar," Travis chuckled. "It's not what you say, it's the context." He caught his brother's gaze. "What do you think? To be lenient, or not to be?"
Trevor didn't hesitate. "Not lenient."
Silver felt a renewed tightening in her groin, as well as a fluttering in her tummy. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
"I know." Despite Trevor's stern voice, there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "Now, I do remember asking you a question. How is your ass feeling after that little play session we had just now?"
"A bit tingly, but otherwise fine, thank you."
Travis rolled his eyes. "A bit tingly. I took that belt to you so hard my arm is sore!"
Silver giggled as he flexed his left bicep, an expression of mock-dismay on his face. "Aw, I'm sorry, Sir," she said. "Shall I kiss it better?"
"I can think of something else you can kiss," Travis growled. "Especially since I learned of your deep-throating skills." He glared at Trevor. "I can't stand the thought that he knows what it feels like to be balls-deep in your pretty mouth when I don't. Yet."
"Yeah, well you know what it feels like to fuck that plump little cunt of hers, bro," Trevor retorted, "so we're still even."
The tightening in Silver's groin grew as they leaned back in the milky water, casually discussing her as though she were nothing more than a piece of meat. The memory of what it had felt like; four hands on her body, two cocks using her, twenty fingers driving her to extremes of pleasure... made the blood rise to her cheeks, and her breath hitched.
No wonder Stephen bored me to tears. An hour with these two men turned out to be more exciting and pleasurable than all those years of marriage combined. When she had first got off the bus that morning, she had been doubting herself—her ability and desire to submit, and whether or not she was truly as masochistic as she remembered. It didn't take long to answer those questions, she thought ruefully. If anything, I'm even more into BDSM than I remember being before.
"I hope you're thinking about what we're gonna do to you in a minute," Trevor's voice brought her hurtling back to the present.
"I-I, no, I..." she stammered.
He shrugged. "Regardless, you're about to find out." Getting out of the spa, he grabbed a towel off the rail and rubbed his hard, tanned body dry before tossing it aside and picking up another one, throwing it casually over his shoulder. "Still remember our safeword?"
"Butterfly."
Trevor nodded. "Good." As Travis leaned over to switch off the jets and pull the plug, his brother leaned in to the tub and scooped Silver up, ignoring her squeals of surprised protest.
"Y-you can't! I'm too heav—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Trevor had set her on her feet, slapped her wet bottom so hard that her ears were ringing, wrapped the towel around her and picked her back up. "You're gonna really regret saying that," he said, waiting until his brother, too, had dried himself off before carrying her to the bedroom.
"Welcome to my room," he said, dropping her unceremoniously on the sheets. In a trice he was on top of her, his mouth crushing hers, his hands roaming all over her still-damp skin.
Despite the bath, Silver could smell the heady, musky scent of him, and she surrendered, closing her eyes as his tongue invaded her mouth, and kissing him back with abandon.
"You're about to find out what it's really like when we decide to take what we want," a voi
ce said, and she realised that Travis was sitting beside her on the bed.
Trevor stopped kissing her and reared up, gazing down at her intently. The way his dark eyes were glittering made Silver catch her breath, and she suddenly felt a twinge of fear in addition to her heady arousal.
"I believe what we're about to do to you was listed on your form, under the heading 'fantasies'," he said brusquely. "And as it so happens, it's something Trav and I really, really like to do, though we rarely ever get the chance. So we're going to make the most of it."
Travis wrapped some of her hair around his fist and drew her head around so she was staring up into his handsome face. His jaw was hard and his eyes were hungry. "We had planned to let you enjoy it too, you know," he told her. "But then you went and said two dumb things in the bathroom."
"So you're not gonna come, sweet Silver girl," Trevor continued. "In fact, you're not even allowed to ask. You're not going to talk at all. Not a single word, unless you have to say 'butterfly'. You got that?"
Silver's heart was pounding in her chest, and she could hardly breathe. The way they were looking at her, the commanding edge to their voices as they spoke, the way she suddenly felt so very helpless and trapped between their huge, muscular bodies—she had no doubt that she was already dripping. Her clit was pounding with need and she wondered how on earth she was going to be able to obey them.
"Don't even think about slipping one past us either," Travis said, giving her hair another short, sharp tug. "We will be able to tell. And unless you want to spend the night tied spread-eagled to the bed, with a ginger root up your ass and something hot on your clitty, you'll do exactly as we say."
She whimpered, her gaze flickering between the two.
"Just remember, Silver girl," Trevor whispered, so close to her that she could feel his lips against hers, "this is for our enjoyment, not for yours. You'll just lie back and fucking take it."
With that, he took a firm hold of both her ankles, tugged her legs apart and plunged his cock inside her, his thick shaft disappearing all the way up to the hilt.
"Mmm," he addressed Travis, "you were right, this little pussy is just delicious... so tight... and so wet. I think our little Silver girl likes it rough, so let's give it to her."
Silver closed her eyes and arched her back at the thick, smooth feel of him as he drove in and out of her slick core, his rapidly thrusting pelvis driving her closer and closer to the edge. Then Travis used his fist in her hair to tilt her face so he could better access her throat.
"Suck it," he commanded hoarsely, sliding his erect cock across her lips, "open up, Silver girl."
She did as she was told, and soon she found herself once again impaled by both men at the same time; one fucking her cunny, the other her throat—but this time it felt different. They were brusque and brutal; not caring whether what they did was hurting her, and the more she squirmed and whimpered, the more primal they grew. As she closed her eyes, gagging on Trav's considerable cock as it pounded her throat, she felt someone slap her breasts, hard, over and over again, until she was no longer sure where the agony ended and the ecstasy began.
Trevor slid out of her sodden pussy and flipped her over, hauling her back on to her knees with his fingers digging into her hips. With an animalistic groan, he plunged back into her, while Travis once more found her mouth.
Silver's breasts felt huge and heavy as they swung with the force of Trevor's movements, her nipples taut and aching to be touched. The hard little nubbin between her thighs was aflame, pulsing with need, and several times she was glad her mouth was otherwise occupied, or else she would have begged, pleaded and promised them anything if only they would grant her release.
As Trevor's thick finger began to caress her bottom-hole, she jumped as if she'd been branded.
"No doubt this little hole is as tight and accommodating as her others," he said, "shall I check?"
Silver knew he wasn't addressing her, and her belly clenched with that heady combination of desire and fear.
"By all means," Travis responded, never pausing in his own movements, "I for one can't wait to fuck this little beauty up the ass."
She keened around his cock, tears leaking from her eyes as Travis worked his thumb inside her most private orifice, her whole body quivering with the effort to hold back her orgasm.
"Yum," Trevor said, wiggling his thumb, "it's like a vise."
"Will be even more so when she's taking us both at the same time, as it should be," Travis said, his hand slipping around her throat and gripping it gently, massaging so as to increase his own pleasure. "Fuck this, I'm gonna cum," he growled, tightening his hold.
"She doesn't deserve us coming inside her," Trevor said his breath catching, "I vote we make our mark another way."
Silver let out a muffled groan, every nerve ending in her body thrumming with what they were doing to her, what they were saying, the way they were gripping, scratching, slapping and fucking her, with no care or consideration for what she herself was feeling.
Travis yanked himself free of her mouth and leaned down, kissing her so hard her lips felt bruised when he finally broke away. "When I say so, you will look up at me and stick out your tongue, understood?"
She nodded, panting for breath.
"Poor little Silver girl," Trevor said, as Travis once more guided her head to his cock, "she's been about ready to come since the minute I started pounding her. I can feel it." He wiggled his thumb inside her bottom-hole again, and she whimpered around Trav's rock hard shaft.
"Shall we let her?"
"No. This isn't about her."
She could feel Travis swell in her mouth, and then he said, "Now," and pulled himself free.
As Silver felt him spurt over her lips, tongue and chin, her pussy contracted as Trevor gave a shout, slid out of her and came too, his seed spattering her buttocks. A moment later, she gasped as his thumb came free of her pucker with a little pop, then she felt him trace something in the fluid.
"Signing my name," he said with a chuckle, before collapsing back on the bed.
"Thank you sweetheart," Travis said, dropping a kiss on her forehead. "You can go and clean up now. Don't know about Trev, but I need to catch my breath. That was fucking intense."
Almost beside herself with desire, Silver went to the bathroom and gazed in the mirror. Her eyes were glazed, and her cheeks pink. Gagging around Travis's cock had made her eyes water, and her mascara was smudged. Her chin and chest were covered in her own drool, and pink handprints were fading on her breasts. Turning around, she caught sight of the mottled skin on her backside, and though the colour was more pink than red, there were still a few scarlet stripes from the belt and tramlines from the cane. She looked exactly like what she was: a slave who had been used and abused completely to serve her two Masters. With a contented sigh, she turned on the shower.
Chapter Seven
Trevor awoke first. Glancing across the bed, he saw his brother still sleeping soundly, his chest rising and falling steadily, and between them lay Silver, her amazing hair spilling across the pillow, her plump lips slightly parted.
With a sigh, he rolled onto his back and stared at the dark blue drapes covering his four-poster bed. She's too good to be true. There has to be something wrong with her—no-one could be this perfect.
Not only was she stunning to look at, but her attitude and desires seemed to mesh so well with theirs, and she hadn't bratted once. His extensive experience with women of all shapes, sizes and ages had taught him a thing or two, and he'd known that she'd been on the edge of orgasm since the moment he and his brother had started to fuck her the previous night. Her excitement at what they were doing to her had been evident throughout, and still she had not once disobeyed their orders to not even ask permission. Even afterward, when she had come out of the shower and snuggled up between them, and he had fully expected her to ask for release, she had done no such thing.
His morning erection twitched at the memory of the previous day
's events, and he once again turned his head to gaze at her.
Her long, dark blonde lashes swept her cheeks, and without the make-up, she looked so much younger and more vulnerable.
Been a while since we actually slept next to a girl, he thought, a rueful smile tugging at his lips. Still, special circumstances do apply. She isn't an average, everyday guest—we paid for her. So we're within our rights to make her spend every single moment in our company. And that's the one and only reason she's lying here now, and has been here all night, tossing and turning, moaning softly...
Without even thinking about it, he slid his hand between her bare thighs, and the moment his fingertips brushed her clit, she reacted with such a shudder that Travis stirred. Silver's lovely blue-green eyes opened and met Trev's gaze.
"Shh," he whispered, "don't move. Don't make a sound. Got it?"
She nodded and bit her lip.
"You have permission," he went on, before sliding down the bed and fastening his lips around her clit.
No sooner had his tongue slithered over the hard little nub, than she arched her back, her hands moving to his head, and he felt her muscles contract over and over again, a little gush of juice slipping down to trickle over her puckered bottom-hole.
Trevor kept suckling, his lips pulling against the engorged bud as she bucked against his face, her hands pushing at him, trying in vain to move his head away.
Her frantic thrashing had roused Trav, who was instantly aware of what was going on. As Trevor forced Silver through the initial post-climax sensitivity, Travis reached out and pinched her nipple, hard, before sliding his hand up to cover her mouth.
Trev caught his twin's eye and nodded, sliding two fingers up inside her slick channel, his lips and tongue still working on her clit, and frigging her g-spot without mercy until she climaxed a second time, her body vibrating under their ministrations with the force of it. Only then did Travis remove his hand from her mouth.
"Good morning, Silver girl." Trevor withdrew his fingers and grinned up at her.
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