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  “I agree.”

  With a whimper I found myself being roughly turned over. Marcus’s raised my bottom in to the air. I had never been spanked before as a grown woman and I did not relish the prospect. How could they do this to me? But then I had been informed they would take charge of me with a firm male hand and now one was about to be deftly applied to my poor bare bottom. It seemed discipline was to be part of my healing.

  Jason pressed the top half of my body down on to the sheet squashing my breasts in to it

  “Face down little one,” he ordered and I found myself instantly obeying.

  I wasn’t sure why I did but it was the commanding tone in his voice. I found it hard to resist and every time one of them spoke to me that way I dampened heavily between my thighs. It felt natural to be told what to do, not like Thomas had done but to be guided with loving intentions in obedience was pleasurable and deeply arousing. I was beginning to crave their rule over me.

  The nagging doubting voice in the back of my mind would try its best to remind me of my apparent error in judgment and thinking. I knew that when I lay alone in the dark thinking like I did every night it would become angry and berate me. I only hoped my anger at myself would not erupt in to physical punishing torment as it had done recently.

  With determination, I closed the voice down and prepared to receive my first spanking wondering how much it would hurt. I would take my punishment with dignity.

  Jason moved off the side of the bed while Marcus continued to lie next to me stroking his fingers through my hair. But they were removed when Jason caught the back of my straight bob up in to a pony tail and gently tugged it to force my head up. Never had I felt so subservient and at a man’s mercy. I prayed my new Daddy would take care of me. He gently pressed his palm in to the middle of my back.

  “Take a deep breath and then let it out slowly for me, darling,” he said in his deep melodic American voice. It caressed over my fear as he made me repeat my breaths three times them took his soothing comforting hand from my back. A whoosh of air sounded through my ears and the first strike of his hard male palm made contact with my bare bottom.

  I wailed against the tie in my mouth and tried to put my head down but Jason was pulling my head up firmly by the ponytail he used to steady me for my spanking. The second slap came and it felt harder and more potent than the first. My flesh jumped, wobbled and scorched against his hand. Tears sprang from my eyes and I began to whimper and cry like a baby. He continued and I was surprised to find so much emotion come out of me. I cried and cried, every spank releasing some painful emotion I needed to be rid of. By the time he was finished I was sobbing. He lowered my head back down and smoothed his palm comfortingly over my burning soreness before bending to kiss the pain on one buttock away. Then he moved back on the bed beside me covering my naked body in the top sheet.

  Marcus was already cuddling me, trailing soothing butterfly kisses along my back and hair after turning me over on to my side. Jason joined him in stroking my cheek and kissing my forehead.

  “Good girl, get that emotion out. You did well, baby girl,” Jason whispered.

  Both men lay down flat and making sure the sheet was tucked around me and removed my gag and bindings. They moved their arms around me on top of the sheet and held me, pressing their bodies protectively close.

  “This is your safe place, little girl, between us. When you are fearful or upset we will put you to bed and hold you until you feel safe and loved again. I have a feeling this is going to be a long journey for you, Kitten. There is a lot of pain to come out. We will help you heal,” Marcus’s informed me in a concerned tone kissing my shoulder. “Now sleep, then we will make love to you and seal our agreement.”

  Chapter Four

  I woke from a comfortable slumber a couple of hours later. I hadn’t felt this relaxed for a very long time. The feel of the silk sheets caressing my naked body underneath them was arousing. I moved sensuously against the material moaning softly at the new found peace and safety I felt.

  To my surprise I was not alone in the room. On one side of the bed Jason sat on a chair and on the other side Marcus was doing the same. I was guarded on both sides and any fleeting ideas I had of just slipping out of the room so I wouldn’t be a further burden to them were completely out of the question. I remembered their words earlier. They must have been watching over me as I slept.

  I belonged to them now and I was under their protection whether I wished it or not. Willingly I had given myself to them and there was no going back. The very idea made me feel a little nervous but the small amount of dampness slickening the tops of my thighs between my legs betrayed my arousal and acceptance at being owned by them both.

  They were talking in whispered voices and hadn’t yet seen I was awake. Marcus was looking at something on a tablet. I decided to listen in and see what they were talking about in earnest and closed my eyes tight faking sleep.

  “I thought she was waking up there,” Jason said standing up over me, pausing their conversation.

  I felt the caress of his fingers on my cheek. Every time one of them touched me warm softness covered my body like a nurturing blanket and I became naturally pliant and obedient to their wishes. I wanted to obey them and reap the delicious rewards they would bestow on me for being a good girl. It was fast becoming a strange compulsion and I could not fathom the reason for its existence. But it was there and strong.

  Jason leaned over me and brushed his lips across my forehead.

  “Poor, little girl, in so much pain. Daddy will look after you.”

  Marcus was suddenly on his feet. I heard him walk over the bed and through my close lids I saw his shadow descend over me before a second caress, this time from Marcus’s fingers through my hair.

  “Both of your Daddies will look after you and see to your every need.”

  I wanted to smile at the jealousy the twin brothers were displaying. There was no need, I was captivated by them both. They were like two separate halves of one whole with their own characteristics that only served to compliment each other. I had been able to see that even though I had only known them a very short time.

  “She reminds me of mother and the way our father used to treat her. That’s what went through my mind when I saw him shouting at her in the shop. Is it the same for you?” Jason asked.

  Marcus’s voice was somber when he spoke.

  “Yes she does. He is going to come looking for her.”

  “I know. We are going to have to protect you from that lousy husband of yours, little one,” Jason told me still believing I was asleep.

  “We won’t let you end up like our mother,” Marcus said continuing to stroke his fingers through my hair.

  I could hear real pain behind their words.

  “I am so glad we found her. She’s everything I . . . we want, delicate, fragile, beautiful. So very beautiful. I can’t wait to be inside her,” he said.

  “I feel the same way. Who gets to take her first?” Jason was determined to be first.

  I could hear it in his dominant tone and he clearly expected his brother to capitulate. Marcus gave a small laugh.

  “You always believe you have first right to everything as the oldest. You were born three minutes before me.”

  I felt the touch of Jason’s fingers on my cheek again.

  “Maybe we should fight for the privilege?” he spoke softly but there was possessive menace lacing his tone.

  Marcus laughed again.

  “I wouldn’t do that to her. I don’t want her to wake up seeing us fight for the right to mount and claim her first either verbally or physically. I think she has seen enough of that. I will allow you to go first, older brother,” he finished sarcastically. “Just by going first does not mean you will get to capture all of her heart.”

  “Thank you. I want to establish some of my own rules I want her to abide by in her submission. I want total obedience from her. I won’t settle for anything else. The last time we did this it
didn’t work because we did not establish our own boundaries for our submissive and she left because we confused her. Elizabeth is too precious a find to lose. This has to be done properly or not at all,” Jason answered sternly.

  “I agree. Did you ring the police about her husband?”

  “No. I have sent two of our security team out to find out where he is and watch him. I don’t want him coming anywhere near her. If he is anything like father he won’t give up trying to find her and dragging her back. Remember this was how it all started, the verbal fights and then it got physical. We can’t let this happen again. But it is up to Elizabeth if she wants us to call the police. This can be part of her recovery, actually understanding what he is doing to her and taking responsibility. We can protect and guide her but she needs to initiate her recovery from abuse.”

  “We will help her every step of the way. Now let’s wake her,” Marcus was impatient. “I want to begin her submission training. We need to make her wear a collar. I want to see her in one as soon as possible. There is nothing more delectable than a woman kneeling naked in a collar at your feet.”

  He paused, “But like I said, you can take the lead on this occasion but don’t dare to try and push me out or I will come down hard on you. Do you understand, Jason?”

  The threat was clear and I dampened more at the notion of feeling possessively owned by the two alpha brothers who fought for the right to mount me and make me their own. But I couldn’t help feeling a little perturbed at the idea of wearing a collar and kneeling. Could I really allow myself to do that? Wasn’t that more abuse? I wasn’t sure in my mind yet my body had other ideas. It melted and breathed a unconditional yes to being harnessed in a collar and made to submit at the brothers’ feet. Had this always been in me?

  Chapter Five

  “Yes, I think it is time she was awake or our little Kitten won’t sleep very well tonight.

  I kept my eyes closed wondering how I was about to be awoken. Marcus’s shadow moved away and I heard him sit down in the white padded chair on the other side of the bed to watch.

  Jason sat down on the side of the bed. I held my breath when I felt the sheet they had covered me in for sleep like a baby being gently lifted. The seductive brush of his hand on my thigh signaled the beginning of my training. He circled his fingers on my thigh and moved to the side of one round buttock. Unable to help myself my body shifted lifting and separating my thighs.

  “Good girl, nice and wide for me,” he whispered still believing I was asleep.

  His palm flattened and I felt the heat that still pulsed from spanking before I was put to bed for sleeping warm his hand.

  “Such a lovely bottom. Not a skinny boney one. Just perfect. I love the sound it makes when you slap it. Time to wake up.”

  Jason’s voice was a smooth velvet whisper and it matched his caress that moved from my bare bottom round over one silky thigh to plunge downwards. His stroke through the plump wet folds of my sex was expertly executed and designed to heavily arouse.

  “Already wet, little girl,” he said with surprise. “I wonder if our little kitty has already stirred and woken. Perhaps she is feigning sleep so she can eavesdrop on us.”

  My heart began to thud. I felt another spanking coming on and I feared for my already burning bottom.

  “Let’s see if I am right.”

  My eyes flew open when Jason’s hand left my vagina and in one fluid moment pulled the sheet from the bed to expose my naked body to both brothers’ eyes. My hips bucked upwards thrusting my pussy in to the air and Jason was quick to take advantage. He cupped the wet v-shape and spanked it hard with his hand making me yelp out loud. Two more perfectly aimed slaps that caught the tip of my clit were to follow.

  He leaned over me to hold my shoulder and keep me firmly down in the bed so I could not prevent him from disciplining me, spanking my sex some more. Marcus stood up to watch, an amused smile curling his sexy lips. His eyes appeared taken with the way my breasts bounced on my chest with each firm swat. My yelps blossomed in to pants and surprised moans of pleasure.

  The strikes had stung at first. But the brief sting of pain had begun to be followed by drenching wetness that was now coating his palm. Jason ended my short punishment by cupping my pussy and squeezing it. I started to ache with need.

  Jason leaned over me again, his lips inches from mine.

  “I think it is time you learned some of my rules, darling girl. No eavesdropping. There is no need for it. Marcus and I will share everything with you. We will keep nothing from you. We both want your full submission to our own distinctive rules as well as joint ones we will make. We need you to fully trust us for this relationship to work. I can understand you have probably been used to hiding, anticipating and fearing with your husband and found need to eavesdrop on him to work out his next move with you for the sake of protection, but you will need to cultivate trust in us. We will never abuse it.”

  I stared at him, watching his lips move closer. He smiled watching me taking a breath to calm my excitement at his closeness. His middle finger in the hand that so firmly held my pussy pushed at the entrance to my channel and then penetrated it. My body rose up against his hand.

  I hadn’t spoken yet and it was clear he was waiting for me to confirm that I had understood him.

  “Yes, I understand.”

  “Yes, I understand, Daddy,” he corrected.

  I licked my bottom lip feeling it dry with a small amount of nervousness. Jason seemed mesmerized by the action.

  “Yes, Sir,” I said demurely, my eyelashes involuntarily fluttering at the strength of his dominance and the pleasure he was creating with the thrust of his finger in and out of me.

  “Good girl,” he whispered kissing me gently. “Now, I think it is time you showed us you are ready to submit. You seemed to sleep well. Is that true?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He nodded with approval. His dark brown eyes bored in to me.

  “Stand and kneel at my feet, little one.”

  I took another breath not sure if I could do as he asked. Jason took his finger from my sex and shocked me by slipping his finger between his lips to taste me.

  “Very nice,” he smiled sucking at his finger. “I look forward to tasting more of you.”

  He stood and lifted my hand in to his tugging on it gently to pull me up from the bed. Jason led my naked body away from the bed as though parading me. The simple act made me feel like a Queen. The twin billionaire brothers cast their eyes upon my small curved form with appreciation making me blush. I’d never had any confidence in my body always feeling afraid and ashamed of my form. Jason and Marcus surprised me. I pictured them with a tall thin blonde on their arm certainly not someone like me. Yet here I was naked before them.

  Jason smiled and brought my hand to his lips when we reached a space in the floor next to the sofa and chairs at the side. He kissed it.

  “Kneel,” he commanded with a firm voice pointing his finger at the floor.

  I looked downwards at it. A part of me wanted to bolt from the room. What was I getting myself in to? But deep down I didn’t want to leave. There was a strange compulsion in me that wanted nothing more than to submit and kneel at his feet. My body felt warm and pliant as though it was melting at the command I had been given. There was such strength and dominance in Jason’s voice I found hard to resist.

  I glanced at Marcus to my side and widened in my eyes when I saw him holding a leather collar and lead. He pointed at the floor.

  “Do as your told, baby girl,” Marcus instructed.

  Both men were in command of me and I was to show my acceptance of their rule in turn. Licking my bottom lip with the curl of my tongue, heart beating fast, I began to lower my body to the ground facing Jason as requested. I didn’t expect the act to give me pleasure. I had thought it would be demeaning but arousal sparked sharply as my knees brushed the carpet and my breasts felt heavy and swollen with arousal.

  I looked up at the tall dark
handsome dominant man standing immaculately dressed in his black suit and tie just like his brother whose feet I know knelt obediently at feeling vulnerable and helpless. Pleasure flooded my sex and tightened the tips of my nipples when he looked down with approval at me.

  He bent to tuck his fingers underneath my chin and raised it forcing me to abandon my coy look and the avoidance of making direct contact with his eyes.

  “That wasn’t too hard now was it?” he whispered. “Put your hands behind your back and cross them. You must be bound. This is just the beginning of your submission training, little one and I expect your obedience at all times or you will find yourself over my knee to have that delicious pert plump bottom of yours whipped or paddled until you understand I am in charge. Do I make myself clear?”