* * * * *
"Ohhh, I need this," Silver exclaimed, wrapping her hands gratefully around the coffee Travis put in front of her. "This is an amazing place—so much food!"
The three of them had gone to Wardrobe to get kitted out for the day, and then made their way down to the Buffet restaurant for some much-needed breakfast.
Silver had been desperate to visit the Salon again to get her hair and make-up fixed, but Travis had nixed that idea immediately. "Too time-consuming," he'd said. "I'm starving, and so is Trev. None of us had any dinner last night."
"Well," she conceded, "I could certainly do with a coffee. And maybe some toast."
"You're going to eat a proper breakfast with us, little one," Trevor had said, firmly. "You need to keep your strength up. Don't forget we've got you until Friday morning, and it's only Wednesday. There is so much more fun to be had."
Silver's tummy did a little flip at the thought of spending another two whole days and nights in their company.
"You can go to the Salon after we've eaten," Trev went on, softening his voice. "You're beautiful as you are, but if it makes you feel more comfortable..."
"It does." She looked down at her feet, now clad in far more sensible low-heeled sandals, to match the outfit the brothers had picked out for her. The pretty shoes were adorned with flowers, and the leather was a deep purple colour, to match the tight-fitting mini skirt and crop top ensemble they had ordered her to wear.
"Very well. Once we're done eating, we'll escort you back to the Salon and you can let the girls in there work their magic."
"Thank you, Sir."
Now they were sitting in the crowded restaurant, and Silver gazed helplessly at the plate Trevor had prepared for her.
"I don't think I've ever seen so many things on offer for brekkie," she said. "Those are more pancakes than I've ever eaten in my entire life, and I don't understand how sweet and savoury are so interchangeable in this country. Whoever heard of waffles and bacon? Pancakes with maple syrup and eggs? It's kind of gross." She wrinkled her nose.
"What do they eat for breakfast in Australia? Kangaroo?" Travis teased.
"No, the usual stuff." Silver glared at him. "Cereal, fruit, toast, or a full English. We do eat kangaroo meat for dinner sometimes, though."
"For real? What does it taste like?"
She thought for a moment. "Like beef, but a bit more gamey. It's very lean."
"And what's a full English?" Trav furrowed his brow.
"Eggs, toast, bacon, beans, mushroom and tomato. Basically, this stuff but without the pudding."
"I don't see any pudding on your plate," Trevor countered.
"By pudding, I mean dessert. Sweet stuff. Things you eat after a main meal." She smiled. "Like pancakes."
"You're adorable. Just eat what you want, but at least half of what's on your plate will be gone before we allow you another coffee."
"Fine," she muttered, pouting.
"I'm sorry?" Trav asked, his voice suddenly hard.
"I mean, yes, Sir," she said quickly.
"That's better. Even when we're not playing, you'd do well to mind us," Trevor added, sliding his hand under the table and giving her bare thigh a quick pinch.
Silver jumped.
"Next time I catch you pouting, I'll do that to your clit," he went on. "There's a reason we've forbidden you to wear any form of underwear."
"Th-thank you, Sir."
"Good girl."
A sudden commotion on the other side of the restaurant made all three of them look over.
"It's Rosie!" Silver squealed with delight. "Oh, look at how adorable she is in that gorgeous fifties outfit. Those saddle shoes, my God! And oh wow, her 'parents' are both gorgeous!"
"Being a Little obviously suits her," Travis said with a grin. "She does look unbelievably cute."
"Uh-oh," Trevor added. "Looks like that precocious little girl is in a bit of trouble."
Silver watched, open mouthed, as her friend was promptly picked up and turned over her daddy's lap, her plaid skirt and petticoat flipped out of the way and her white panties tugged down, before he began to apply his palm to her naked backside, hard.
"Someone's making Rosie's butt rosy," Trav quipped, and he and his brother burst out laughing.
"More like beet red," Silver added, impressed by the man's obvious skill as he set about thoroughly painting layer after layer of crimson over her friend's churning bottom.
"You jealous? Want one of us to give you the same treatment?" Travis asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No!" She checked herself. "I mean... whatever you wish, Master."
When both brothers shot her a look, she backtracked. "Oh God, that came out sounding far more snarky than I intended. What I meant to say was," she took a deep breath, "you're welcome to do whatever you want to me. I was just absorbed by the sight, because, well, she's my friend, and the three of them together... especially in those costumes... it's a brilliant picture."
"I have to agree with her there," Trevor said, his eyes twinkling. "I've wondered what that girl's ass looks like for a long time. Now I know."
"Very, very hot." Silver giggled.
"It looks like she'll be over her daddy's knee for quite a while yet," Trevor went on. "Eat up, before it gets cold."
"Yes, Sir."
"So how do you know Rosie?"
"We've been friends for a long, long time. We actually met in an online forum for submissive girls. This was before I met—before I was married. We try to email each other every day, and visit one another when we can. Of course, the distance between Ohio and Brisbane makes it difficult. Plane tickets don't come cheap."
"Then we have her to thank for you being here right now?" Travis asked.
"You most certainly do. She told me about the Castle back when she started working here, and I've always longed to see it. Of course, I wasn't able to for a long time. But then, after the divorce, she told me about the auction, and... well, here I am."
"Brave thing to do, to fly all that way into the great unknown and then put yourself up on the block like that," Trev said.
Silver shrugged. "I suppose I got to the point where I felt I had nothing to lose."
"No family?"
"I do, but they're all in England. It's a long story."
"So what made you move to Australia?"
"What is this, twenty questions?" Silver grumbled.
Trevor held up his hands in surrender. "All right, all right, we'll leave it there for now."
"Ooh," Silver went on, relieved that the interrogation had been stopped, at least for the time being. "Rosie's saying something."
"Looks like her daddy's making her apologize for disrupting our breakfast," Travis said, grinning.
"Just the way it should be," Trevor added.
She strained to catch her friend's words, but couldn't quite make them out. Rosie looked every inch the properly chastised little girl, her face flushed with embarrassment, her nose red from crying. She was clutching a large hankie with one hand, and her daddy with the other. As the impeccably groomed man in a sharp suit picked Rosie up and cuddled her, Silver sighed. "That is just too adorable."
Travis glanced at the black bracelet she was wearing. "You into AP?"
"Not really. I've dabbled, but it's more of an occasional thing for me than a lifestyle choice. You?"
"Same. I don't think I could be the stern and serious father figure all the time," Travis admitted. "Trevor, on the other hand..."
"You implying that I need to lighten up?" Trev said, with a chuckle.
"Only sometimes."
"One of us has to be the responsible one. Can you imagine the havoc if we were both footloose and fancy-free all the time?"
"I can." Travis winked. "It would be awesome."
"Excuse me, Sirs," Silver chimed in. "I've eaten all I can. Do you think I might be allowed to have another coffee now?"
* * * * *
After the Wilkes brothers had dropped Silver off at
the Salon, with strict instructions for the stylists, they decided to go for a walk and map out the next couple of days with their new plaything.
"Any regrets so far?" Trevor asked casually, as they walked down the stone steps and headed for the gardens.
"Only that she's not staying for a month," Travis said with a chuckle. "Although I have the feeling that my dick will be glad she isn't. Something about that girl gives me a perpetual hard-on. I haven't been tenting my pants this often and uncontrollably since I was a teenager."
"You and me both. We'd better not indulge ourselves every time, otherwise we'll end up being sorer than she is."
Travis laughed. "She's a great find, bro. Worth every penny, at least so far. It'll be interesting to see how long it takes before the novelty wears off."
They entered the maze, zipping up their jackets against the cool December air.
"You think it will?" Trevor asked.
"What will?"
"You think the novelty will wear off?"
Travis thought for a moment. "Isn't that why we swore off getting too close to any particular chick? Variety being the spice of life and all that crap?"
"I guess so. But we're not twenty-one anymore. I have to admit, I'm kinda enjoying the time we spend hanging out together, as well as the time we spend playing."
"She's a lot of fun. Right on our wavelength. Pretty perfect, I have to say."
"Too perfect," Trevor muttered.
"What do you mean?"
"Come on! She's not just gorgeous—she's submissive, she's a pretty hardcore maso, at least from what we can tell so far, she's fun and witty, she's so easy to get off it's almost ridiculous, and she's clever. She's a damn unicorn! There has to be a catch somewhere."
"Well," Travis considered, "she isn't bratty."
"You don't know that for sure yet. It's only been one night. Maybe she's testing us first, to gauge whether or not we like that sorta thing. And besides, if that's the only flaw you can come up with..."
"She lives on the other side of the world. She's still getting over a divorce."
"There is that. Silver is desperately insecure. I wonder why? She has no reason to be."
"Some men have a lot to answer for. I've lost count of the number of girls we've met who have serious self-esteem issues because of dumb things assholes have said to them," Travis offered.
"That ex-husband of hers needs to have his head examined," Trev muttered, furiously.
"Yeah, but his loss is our considerable gain." Travis blew on his hands. "Christ it's cold." Then, glancing at his twin, "she's really gotten to you, hasn't she?"
"You don't feel the same way?"
"Dude, I refuse to let myself. She's only ours until Friday morning. If the novelty hasn't worn off by then, we'll probably be able to persuade her to stay and hang with us until Monday. But she has a whole life over there in Oz, so there's no point in even thinking about anything past this weekend." He softened his tone. "She's not a stray kitten, Trev. We can't just keep her."
Trevor felt his hands bunch into fists in his pockets. "Yeah, you're right. For once." He forced a smile.
"Hey, I'm often right! Remember our bet? I think I delivered on that one. So you have to say it. 'Travis, my beloved brother, you are smarter than me.' Say it!"
"Go to hell."
Travis laughed. "I'll take that to mean you agree. Now, we'll have to go back and fetch our little Silver slave soon. What do you say we work out some kind of game plan for the rest of her stay? Tonight's the New Year's ball, for example, and I have a great idea for our costumes."
"Is that why you took Ellen aside and told her exactly what you wanted her to do to Silver's hair?"
"Yep. And I know you want to light her on fire at the Supper and Show. We should go talk to Marshall, he might be able to rearrange the schedule to accommodate us."
"Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me. We'd better go do that now."
As one, the twins turned and set off back toward the Castle.
* * * * *
For what felt like the millionth time in less than twenty-four hours, Silver wanted to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. A small inner voice kept trying to tell her that she didn't deserve such happiness, but she refused to listen. Sylvia would have felt that way, she told herself, but not Silver. No, Silver was on cloud nine, and she would milk every moment of the dream until it came to an end.
Wide-eyed, she gazed at her reflection in the Wardrobe mirror. She looked every inch the Roman slave girl, with the sheer white toga draped artfully around her body, leaving one shoulder bare and ending just below her groin to show off her legs, and the silver sandals which snaked up over her shins to her knees. A shiny bracelet encircled her left arm above the elbow, and her hair had been plaited into an elaborate style and adorned with little silver beads.
"Wow," she breathed in wonder. "You've outdone yourself again, Janice."
"Wait until you see the gladiators," the assistant said with a wink, and the twins emerged proudly from behind a curtain.
"Ohmigod," Silver said, her heart skipping a beat as she drank in the sight of them, clad as they were in full Roman gladiator costumes, complete with swords and long, laced-up leather gauntlets.
"What do you think, Silver girl?" Travis said with a wink. "I always told Trev he'd look good in a skirt. He has the legs for it."
Silver giggled. "As do you."
"No kidding. You look breathtaking as a slave," Trevor said, running his gaze up and down the entire length of her.
"And you both look impossibly handsome. I will be the envy of every girl at the ball."
Travis sauntered forward and went to one knee at her feet, sticking his sword in the floor and bowing his head. "Maximus Erectus, at your service."
Silver burst out laughing. "Can't say I've ever had a Master kneel for me before. What a great way for the year to end." She caught Trevor's eye. "And you? You going to pledge me your sword as well?"
"I only intend to kneel for a girl one time in my life, and it won't be as a joke," he said lightly, the look in his eyes belying his tone.
Silver felt a sudden stab of something she couldn't quite identify. "She'll be a very lucky woman," she said quietly.
Travis got back up. "Not to mention, I just realized that gladiators probably didn't pledge their swords to slave girls, anyway." He pinched Silver's bottom. "We shoulda dressed you as a noble lady for that. But you look far sexier in this costume."
She forced herself to smile, grateful for Trav's—albeit blatant—attempt to lighten the sudden tension which had developed between her and his twin. "Thank you, Maximus."
"That's still Sir to you, young lady."
"Or Master," Trevor added, his dark eyes never leaving her face. "You are dressed as a slave girl, after all."
Silver lifted her chin defiantly. "I am. But you're not dressed as a Master."
Travis chuckled. "She's got a point, bro. Now, shall we? I hope they put some good tunes on. I haven't had a decent dance in ages."
As if coming out of a trance, Trevor suddenly squared his shoulders and smiled. "You any good at dancing, Silver girl?"
"I-I'm not sure. It's been a while."
"Of course she is. They say dancing is just vertical sex after all, and we both know she's great at that." Travis winked.
Silver flushed as she realised that Janice was still in the room. "Thank you so much for making us look so amazing," she addressed the assistant.
"Any time," Janice said with a smile. "I'm glad you seem to be enjoying yourself."
"Very much so, thank you." Silver turned to the two men. "Could we please go to the bar first? I'd quite like a drink."
Trevor shook his head. "We're going back to our apartment first. Have a little something planned before we head to the ball." He narrowed his eyes and that familiar fluttering started in Silver's tummy.
Heart pounding, she followed the two handsome gladiators to their quarters on the third floor. Once they were insid
e, Travis produced a hip flask and gave Silver a sip of brandy before he had some himself and passed it to Trevor.
"Thanks," Trevor said, taking a long swallow and handing the flask back to Travis before addressing Silver. "Now, little one, you may look like a slave girl, but I don't think you're quite in the right headspace yet. You seem to have forgotten how to address us, for one thing."
Silver's heart skipped a beat. "I-I'm sorry, Sir," she said.
"Apology accepted. Ordinarily I'd make you strip, but there's no way we'll be able to get that toga to sit right again without Janice, so you get to keep your clothes on, just this once. Turn around and bend over, hands on your ankles, keep your legs straight."
The look in his eyes made it clear that he wasn't about to accept any hesitation, so Silver did as she was told. The short toga rode up her bottom, until both cheeks were completely bared to the two men.
"Look at that. Hardly a mark on her. I think it's time we broke out the big guns," Travis said, reaching out to caress her right buttock.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I-I don't mark easily. Or at least, I d-didn't used to. Sir," she added hastily.
"Not a problem," Trevor told her. "It's the sensation that matters more than bruises, anyhow. And this way we get an almost blank canvas to work with almost every time. Although, having said that, I can pretty much guarantee that what we're about to do will still be highly visible tomorrow—probably for the rest of your stay here."
Silver stared at the floor, her clit already beginning to throb at his words.
"Close your eyes, Silver girl," Travis continued. "You're about to get a short, sharp lesson, just to put you in the right mindset for this evening. You can make as much noise as you want, but if you let go of those ankles and straighten up, we'll be starting over."
"Three strokes," Trevor's voice went on. "From each of us. I'll go first. You ready?"
"I-I suppose so, Sir." She held her breath as she heard a drawer open and close. If what they're about to use on me is going to leave marks with just six strokes, it's going to be something awful. And still her body betrayed her; her nipples stiffening to sharp points against the silky fabric of her costume, and an incessant fountain bubbling between her spread thighs.
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