"Isn't that right, Silver girl?" Travis was stroking her hair.
She remained silent for a long moment, a million thoughts racing through her mind. "Will it—will it burn my skin?"
"Oh no, sweetheart. It will just feel kinda warm in places. Not painful at all."
"It feels pretty awesome," Travis added, with a wink.
"You've done it?"
Trav chuckled. "Who d'you think was the lucky guinea pig when Trevor decided to learn?"
His twin laughed. "Yeah. He learned about getting waxed first the hard way, didn't you, bro?"
Silver was smiling despite her trepidation.
"We have never done anything to anyone we didn't try on each other or ourselves first," Trevor went on, solemnly.
"Even clit torture?" She giggled.
"Well okay, aside from that. Smartass." Travis tugged her tightly plaited hair.
"That's why you had the girls at the Salon give me cornrows," Silver said in sudden realisation.
"Yep. Listen, baby, if you really, really don't want to do this, now's your chance to say so. I know we purchased you and all that, but this is a big thing, and your welfare will always come first. So say the word and I'll call it off."
Trevor's eyes were serious and intense, and for the millionth time, she realised that she would never be able to refuse him anything. Silver's voice, when she finally replied, seemed as though it was coming from very far away. "I'll do it," she said. "I trust you."
"Awesome!" Travis pulled her to him and gave her a big kiss. "I promise you won't regret it, baby, it's an unbelievable experience. And Trev here is one of the best. A big believer in safety and all that."
"Thank you," Trevor said, sincerely. "I'd never let any harm come to you, Silver."
"I know that. It's why I trust you." She reached out and stroked his cheek, then snatched her hand back, hoping he hadn't read too much into the gesture.
"There's something else we need to discuss as well," Travis said quietly. "It's Friday tomorrow. We were wondering... well, what are your plans? When's your flight back? Master Marshall said all auction participants were welcome to stay until Monday, free of charge. And we... well, we're here all the time."
"What my brother is trying to say," Trevor cut in, "is that we would like to ask you to stay on for the weekend, and spend the extra time with us. If you want to. Of course, if you don't, we'll respect that. But if you do..."
Both men suddenly seemed unsure of themselves, for the first time since Silver had met them. For the briefest second, she wondered whether it might be because they, too, had grown attached to her, but then a small voice told her they were probably only being polite.
"I don't know," she said, at last. "I-I don't want to impose. I mean, I left my return flight open, in case I wanted to do some exploring after I leave the Castle. See more of America. It's my first time in the States. But if you have things to do, it's fine. I'd like to stay here until Monday, but I don't need you guys to babysit me or anything, feel like you have to..." she trailed off, lamely.
"For fuck's sake!" Trevor leapt from the couch and began to pace, stalking back and forth in front of them, as Silver watched in horror, her heart beginning to pound in her chest.
"I'm sorry," she stammered. "If I said the wrong thing—"
"No!" He was almost shouting.
"Take it easy, Trev," Travis said. "You're scaring her."
"I'm sorry! I just—I don't get why a girl like you has such a low opinion of herself! What the fuck happened to you, Silver? Who did this to you?"
Tears pricked the back of her eyelids and she forced herself to take a deep breath. "I'm upsetting you. Maybe I should just leave."
She went to stand up, but Trav's hand closed around her wrist like a vice. "No way, babygirl. You're staying right here." Then, to Trevor, "Calm down, bro. Go get us a drink or something."
Silver watched, her heart in her mouth, as Trevor stomped off. She turned to Travis. "I-I'm sorry," she began. "I didn't mean to—"
His lips cut her words short as he kissed her savagely, pulling her to him, gripping her so hard it hurt. When he finally released her, she was breathless, trembling...
"He's not mad at you, baby," Travis said, gruffly. "He—we—think you're fucking wonderful. You're smart, you're witty, you're beautiful, and you're kinky as hell. Trev's just pissed that you can't see that yourself. It's like..." he paused, obviously trying to find the right comparison, "it's like you're one of those rare, brilliant diamonds—what's that famous one?"
"The Hope Diamond?"
"Yeah, that one. It's like you're the Hope Diamond, but you think you're just a lump of coal. Everyone else can see your sparkle, but you yourself. And... well, we both think that whoever's responsible for misleading you in that respect should be shot."
Silver was speechless. She stared at Travis, trying frantically to think of a suitable reply. "I'm sorry," she said again.
"Stop apologizing!" Trev had reappeared, with three snifters of liquor. Setting two of them down in front of Silver and his brother, he lifted the third to his lips and almost drained it in a single gulp.
"I-I'm English. It's what we do. I just... I didn't mean to upset you."
"I know that. I'm not mad at you, Silver girl."
"That's what I told her," Travis cut in. "Christ, though, you're terrifying when you want to be." He picked up his glass and sniffed. "Brandy. I see you're not even bothering to hide it in coffee anymore?"
A flicker of amusement appeared in Trevor's eyes. "Figured we could use a drink. The Show's still a few hours away, anyhow."
At the reminder of what she had been informed would happen to her that very evening, Silver picked up her own drink and sipped it, gratefully. "Thank you," she said quietly.
Trav chuckled. "Sheesh. British manners, huh?"
Trevor sat down on Silver's other side and took her hand. "I didn't mean to scare you," he said. "I just get so mad when I think about anyone ever hurting you."
She had to smile despite herself.
"You know what I mean," he went on. "In a non-kinky way. Hurting you emotionally. Is that why verbal humiliation is one of your very few hard limits?"
Silver nodded, ashamed at the way tears were once again springing to her eyes. She blinked, furiously trying to keep them at bay. "I can see how other people get off on it," she said quietly. "But for me... it just brings back memories."
"Stephen?" Travis took her hand.
"No." She shook her head. "He was distant and disinterested, but he was never abusive. Look, I do appreciate the fact that you're trying to help me, but I really don't want to talk about it. I-I don't want to spoil our time together." What little there is left of it.
"Which brings us back to our original question," Travis said evenly.
"Whether or not you'll accept our invitation to hang out with us until Monday," Trevor went on. "And believe me, we wouldn't ask just to be polite."
"We love spending time with you," Travis added.
Just for fun. Just for fun. "And I l-like spending time with you too. Very much," Silver whispered.
"So you'll stay for the weekend?"
"Yes. I'd love to."
"Excellent!" Travis drained his brandy and set the empty glass back down on the table. "Our little Silver girl still looks a bit down. What say you we take her to bed and show her our tender side?"
"Sounds good to me." Trevor stood up and pulled Silver close to him. "You in the mood for a little lovin', baby?"
She nodded. From you, always.
Once in the bedroom, they made love to her with such gentle affection that she almost forgot how much she was dreading her return home.
Chapter Eleven
"Don't be so nervous. You look beautiful." Travis trailed a finger down Silver's cheek, then bent down and kissed her, the touch of his lips immediately making her nipples harden.
"I just... I'm so..."
"Trevor knows what he's doing. Master Marshall has taken all t
he necessary safety precautions, even though we will not be needing them. Haven't you realised that you can trust us by now?"
"It's not that." She shivered. "I just... naked, in front of all those people. I don't think I can—"
Trav immediately held a finger to her lips, interrupting her. "Remember what we said about putting yourself down? I think we know enough about you by now to make sure that you really, really regret it if you do anything so silly as to finish that sentence you just started."
"What sentence?" Trevor appeared, wiping his hands on his leather pants.
"Our little Silver girl is just nervous about appearing in public wearing nothing but the shoes on her feet," Travis said.
Trev reached out and caressed her cheek. "Do you trust us, baby?"
She nodded.
"We want to do this to you in public because we want to show off our gorgeous slave girl," Trevor went on. Then he lowered his voice. "And really, you know that nothing you say or do will stop us now. Didn't you promise to do whatever we ask of you?"
"Y-yes, Master."
"You accepted our chain and agreed to obey us, didn't you?"
He was using his stern voice—the one which made her insides turn to molten lava—but still she hesitated, gazing at him helplessly.
Trevor sighed and addressed his brother. "I think she needs a little something to help her focus," he said. "I have to go and make sure the equipment is laid out properly, could you take care of it?"
Silver watched, wide-eyed, as she saw him hand something to Travis.
"I did," she blurted. "I did promise to obey. Please, please don't—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Trevor wrapped a hand around her throat and kissed her until her heart was pounding and she was out of breath. "No arguments, Silver girl," he said hoarsely. "You're ours, to do whatever we want to. All you can do is fucking take it." With that, he nodded again to Trav and disappeared.
Silver was unable to suppress a moan at his words... and when Travis slid a warm, tanned hand between her legs, she felt her sex flood.
"Perhaps this will give you something other than fear to concentrate on," he murmured, and she tensed as she felt something thick and viscous being applied generously to her clit.
"Wh-what is it?" she whispered.
"You'll see. Now, get that robe off. It's time."
The twins were true showmen, and their obvious confidence, as they proudly paraded Silver into the centre of the room to a smattering of applause, helped reassure her.
Whatever Travis had smeared on the most sensitive part of her body was beginning to heat up slowly, and she was so conscious of the increasingly sharp, tingling burn, and how wet it was making her, that she barely registered anything else.
They looked so faint-makingly gorgeous with their tattoos and their leather trousers, as they prowled around her, caressing her naked body, the light of all the candles on the dinner tables flickering off their brown, muscular chests and arms, that a part of her was still unsure as to whether any of this was really actually happening.
"I think you'll all agree, ladies and gentlemen," Trevor was saying, "that this girl is incredibly hot!" He paused as a murmur of agreement rippled around the room.
Silver didn't dare look around; instead she concentrated on the intense tingling on her clit, her dripping pussy, and the two men who could bring her to her knees with a single glance or word. She whimpered as they each took one of her nipples, twisting them until she cried out and arched her back.
"Little does she know," Trevor continued, "that we're about to make her feel a whole lot hotter."
"Remember to breathe, little one," Travis whispered, as he slipped a little white crocheted cap over her tightly braided hair. "Surrender to us."
The burn on her clit had dissipated to a warm, pulsating glow, and her nipples stood out proudly, announcing her arousal to anyone who cared to notice.
In a daze, she allowed Travis to lead her to the frame which had been set up in the centre of the room.
* * * * *
Trevor's heart was pounding, and his veins thrumming with adrenaline, as he crouched down and laid out his equipment with practiced ease. Casting a quick glance across the room, he caught sight of Master Marshall, who winked and gave him a thumbs up sign, to reassure him that all safety precautions were in place.
Once he had double-checked that he had everything laid out, including the big wet towel, wash cloth, and bowl of warm water, within easy reach, he straightened up and studied the girl his brother was busily tying to the big square frame they'd had wheeled in for just that purpose.
Christ, she was beautiful—even with the little cap they had insisted she wear to protect her hair, which rarely suited anyone. As Travis fastened the cuffs on her ankles to the corresponding rings on the frame, spreading her legs wide, he saw her wobble in her heels, and a wave of protective longing surged through him.
Her pale eyes were huge, luminous in the flickering light, and he could see her nipples, hard like little rosebuds, on her heaving chest. She met his gaze, then, and the look on her face was almost enough to make him groan aloud.
Squaring his shoulders, taking a deep breath, he nodded to the DJ in the corner, who started the playlist Trav had given him; and the dark, apt music of Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio filled the air, the singer's edgy lyrics echoing off the stone walls of the Show room.
Silver closed her eyes as she heard it, and began to sway a little as Travis finished securing her right wrist to the beam in the top right corner of the frame.
Trevor stalked towards her, kissing her full on the lips and taking her round, heavy breasts in his hands, pulling the nipples even tauter until she was moaning into his open mouth.
In the meantime, Travis had moved behind her and surreptitiously given her clit another swipe of Tiger Balm. Then he sank his teeth into the spot where her neck met her shoulders, making her arch her back and pull against her restraints, clutching at the air as though she was desperate to touch the two men who were in such command of her body.
"Be a good little Silver girl for us and we might let you cum later," Trevor murmured in her ear, before letting go of her and moving around until he was behind her.
He made a great show of lighting the Kevlar floggers, which had been drenched in his preferred alcohol mixture, and then thoroughly spun so as to remove the excess fluid. They would remain alight even when twirling through the air.
The audience, resplendent in their formal period costumes, sat transfixed as Trev began to whirl the flaming strands through the air in time to the music, expertly bringing the sensation of heat to Silver's skin without actually touching her body.
Travis stood to one side, his eyes never leaving their girl's face. He loved to watch his brother indulge in fireplay—the sensation for the sub was like nothing else on earth, he knew—and Trevor was a master of the craft, but he never played without his brother there to act as spotter.
Trev was twirling both floggers now, his Florentine motion making the flames appear to be licking over Silver's outstretched arms, back, waist, hips, butt and legs.
She was standing perfectly still, her eyes closed, her lips parted in a sexy little pout as she surrendered to what Trevor was doing to her. Trav was coming to love her different expressions, and he knew that she was already falling, giving in to the heady sensation of sub space. The chain and padlock around her neck glinted with her every breath, and the knowledge that she was theirs, that after the show they would take her to bed and do whatever they wanted to her pliant, luscious body, made his erection twitch in anticipation.
Trevor was standing behind Silver and was therefore unable to see her face, but he trusted his brother completely, and knew he would not hesitate to communicate any potential problems. With a graceful sweep, he brought the floggers around her body, making the orange flames dance around her breasts. He could hear her moan of ecstasy even over the music.
With his brow furrowed in concentration, he t
ook a step back, snapped the floggers so as to extinguish the flames, and set them aside.
He was so hard it was almost painful, but he was growing accustomed to the sensation—no matter what Silver did, she seemed to have that effect on him. His release would have to wait; it was time for act two.
Trevor pulled on a Kevlar glove over a regular one, then picked up a wand, the cotton tip of which was drenched with another, more diluted alcohol mix. Lighting it, he nodded to Travis, who picked up a small towel and soaked it thoroughly in the lukewarm water, before wringing it out over the bowl.
When it came to this part of play, the twins were in a league of their own, able to move so fluidly that it was as though they were just one person.
Trevor dipped his gloved finger in the fluid mixture and traced a line of it down Silver's spine before touching the lit wand to it. As the colorful flame licked up her back, following the path he had made with his finger, there was an awed gasp from those in the audience who were seated behind them, and Silver let out the tiniest of moans. Not two seconds after Trev had ignited the trace of alcohol, Travis reached forward and ran the damp towel down that same path, wiping away the heat and soothing her skin.
In tandem, they repeated the process all over her body, being careful not to go higher than the middle of her shoulder blades, checking her all the time to ensure that she was all right.
Trevor traced different patterns on her thighs, calves, buttocks, belly and breasts with the mixture, making lines, swirls and circles of flame dance on various parts of Silver's skin in turn, before Travis stepped in to extinguish them with the towel.
"You're doing so good, little one," Trav whispered in her ear. "Just one more; the pièce de résistance. Okay?"
She nodded, her eyes still closed, oblivious to everything but the sensations they were creating in her.
"Good girl. We are gonna give you such a big reward for this."
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