Theirs: Series I (7 page)

“I don’t know and I don’t care.
 
If he is around then that means father is and that always means
trouble,” he said walking away through the throng of people famous and
otherwise in tuxedos and evening dresses.

Marcus circled my waist with his hands and moved me in to the corner
of the
glass paneled
lobby, almost lifting me
there.
 
He stood in front and faced
me.
 
His grip tightened on my waist
as he protectively sheltered me from view with his body.

I felt the trail of his fingers gently down my cheek and then he
cupped the side of my face before tilting it up towards him.

“I have been waiting for your husband turning up.
 
He will be moved on.
 
There is nothing to be afraid of.”

“Who is the other man?
 
He looks like he might be your brother?”
 
I was curious.

Marcus glanced behind him as though looking for him.
 
He sighed and pressed the back of his
fingers against my cheek.
 
I briefly
closed my eyes warming to the softness of his touch again feeling the shaking
in my body begin to recede with his closeness.
 
Yet I still yearned for Jason to
return.
 
I was fast coming to feel
distressed without either brother’s comforting presence.

“He is our older stepbrother, Richard.
 
But he isn’t anyone I want you to meet
or associate with.
 
He is dangerous
and I don’t want my baby girl anywhere near him.
 
He is poison.
 
Now I don’t want anymore talk of
him.
 
We are here to enjoy
ourselves.
 
It’s a party, honey.”

But I shivered when I saw Richard emerge in a tuxedo between the
throng and give me that horrible sickly leering grin he was giving to me
outside.
 
The man was coming
straight towards us.
 
I started to
shiver.
 
He gave me the creeps.
 
You know that warning feeling you get as
woman when a man is making you uncomfortable with his presence but you can’t
quite put your finger on it.
 
Marcus
had not seen him and he frowned placing his hands on my bare arms to rub them
warm.

“Your stepbrother is coming,” I told him.
 
“Why does he make me feel so
uncomfortable?
 
I don’t understand?”

“Oh I do.
 
If you knew
what he was capable of you would understand your feelings,” he told me angrily
glancing behind him to see his brother approach.

“Stay behind me and do not move or so help me, honey I will take my
belt off and whip your bare ass in front of all of these people.
 
Another of Marcus’s
rules.
 
Always obey or expect
to have a sore red ass all the time.
 
Richard is dangerous around women and I don’t like the way he is looking
at you.”

Marcus put both hands on my waist again and moved me back against
the glass before he turned to face his brother and guard by body by standing in
front of me.

“Richard, what the hell are you doing here?
 
What do you want?”

“I thought I would just check in on you both and see what you are up
to these days.
 
Who is the gorgeous
girl you are protecting from me?” he asked tilting his head to look behind
Marcus at me.

“None of your damn business.
 
Now get out before I have you dragged out in front of the cameras.”

I peered around behind Marcus’s back hoping to learn more about
Richard.
 
I couldn’t help but be
curious.
 
But the billionaire put
his hand behind his back neatly catching hold of my waist and pushed me back
behind him.
 
I gulped.
 
Marcus was really serious about the
danger posed by his
stepbrotherby
the over protective
way he was acting.

People were starting to watch us and murmuring.
 
My heart started to thud again and I
shrunk behind Marcus suddenly glad of his tall muscled athletic frame determined
to protect me in the confined space.

“I said get out.
 
Jason
is bringing security.
 
You wouldn’t
want to embarrass yourself yet again when you get thrown out of here on your
ass?”

“I just want to see her.
 
She is a pretty thing.
 
Where
did you two find her?”

Richard seemed to be baiting Marcus wanting a reaction.
 
Gently I placed my hand on his shoulder.

“It’s ok.
 
He can’t hurt
me.
 
He is just trying to wind you
up.
 
Don’t give him the
satisfaction.”

Once more I pushed at Marcus’s hold on me trying to diffuse the
situation.
 
This is what I did all
the time with Thomas.
 
I had been
used to protecting him for years from the after affects of his temper and
trying to make it easy on myself to save us embarrassment in public places but
I was about to find out that my behavior and need to protect Marcus was not to
be tolerated under any circumstances.
 
That was no longer my role.

“Stay back.
 
I warned
you, Elizabeth.
 
You will not speak
to the man, is that understood?
 
He
is a rapist,” he hissed.

I swear my mouth fell open and dutifully I retreated back behind
Marcus shocked and fearing for my bottom.
 
Nervously I rubbed it through my dress knowing fine well he would carry
out his previous threat and it was probably well deserved.

“You won’t go near her.
 
You might have got away with raping Joan but you won’t get near
Elizabeth or I will kill you this time.
 
No woman is safe around you,” he said in low threatening voice.
 
“Father might keep protecting you from
the fall out after you mistreat the women you meet but the minute Jason and I
get anything on you, you are finished.
 
Get out.”

Richard’s chestnut eyes narrowed and glowered for a moment at his
brother but he did not deny anything Marcus’s had said which frightened
me.
 
Instead a menacing leering grin
spread over his face and then he pointed at me.

“You better keep her on a tight leash and out of sight or might just
decide to sample her for fun just to get back at you both and teach you a
lesson.”

Marcus lunged at him grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo in a
temper.
 
I tried to pull him off but
suddenly Jason was at my side with two security guards.
 
He wound his arm around my body and
lifted me up and away from the two men.

“You come near her or touch her and I mean it I will kill you.
 
She is not gong to be one of your
victims.
 
Do I make myself clear?”
Marcus growled in a menacingly calm voice.

But Richard just laughed.

“We will see brother.
 
It
is always a pleasure to take something away from the men who have everything,”
he sneered like a petulant child.
 
“You have just given me something else to pursue.
 
I won’t rest until you two are finished
and you know what it feels like to have everything taken from you.”

“We’ll be waiting for you this time,” Marcus was livid and I found
myself praying he would not hit the man.
 
This was fast becoming like a scene with Thomas and I had been
threatened.
 
I had the urge to
remove myself somewhere quiet so I could think.
 
They were trying to protect me but after
that morning in the street I just didn’t want to take anymore.
 
But I wasn’t going anywhere in Jason’s
hold.

The three security men surrounded Richard and took hold of him but
Marcus would not let go.

“Go running back to father,” he almost spat the words at his
stepbrother.
 
“And extend the
warning to him.
 
Tell him to keep
away from our mother and Elizabeth or this time there will be severe
consequences for you both.
 
This
time we won’t let you both get away with it.”

Marcus pushed him in to the men and let go.
 
Richard struggled in the men’s grip but
they were too strong for him and they started to move him out of the lobby
quickly.
 
Marcus corrected his
attire and ran his hand through his hair.
 
I put my hand to my mouth feeling nervous again and the weight of
everyone’s eyes upon us.
 
It felt too
much like that morning.

Feeling a surge of unexpected anger I pushed at Jason who looked at
me confused and let go of his firm hold as Marcus walked towards us.
 
I took quick advantage and lifted my
long red dress to run to the other end of the lobby through the people making
their way in to the auditorium to sit at their tables hoping for a back door or
some other place of refuge I could get some peace and calm myself down.

I could hear them both calling after me and hear their feet as they
pursued me but I would not listen.
 
I just needed some space.
 
Why couldn’t they understand?
 
Everything in my life was changing and going out of my control.
 
On the whole I was thrilled by it but
there was a part of me that was terrified and wanted to cling to the past for
security.
 
I just hoped the twins
could be patient with me.

But I was to learn that there was no escape from their wonderful
delicious growing unconditional love and that their support would ensure I
never felt the need to run and hide again.

My first inclination was to run to the bathroom but I couldn’t find
the rest rooms and instead I spied another set of doors leading out to the side
of the building.
 
Panic was rising
inside me and I just wanted to be able to breathe.
 
I stumbled outside and took in a large
gulp of air feeling relief.

This was the point when I could make a run for it, disappear in to
the streets of Rome and not be seen again.
 
No one would find me and I could finally be free.
 
I glanced back expecting to find the
brothers behind me ready to change my mind.
 
But so far I had evaded them.
 
Did I really want to leave them both?

The moment I set eyes on the boys I had felt safe, cared for, all
the things I had wished for in my husband.
 
Wasn’t that what life was all about?
 
Finding someone to cherish and love you
for what you were and not what you should be in their eyes?
 
Had I found it with two men?
 
So many questions flooded my mind.

I didn’t really want to be alone.
 
That was the last thing on my mind and the
pleasure I felt with the twins was exquisite.
 
There was no other adequate word to
describe it.
 
When I thought about
leaving and running along the busy Roman street towards the Coliseum I could
see in the distance again, I felt incredibly sad and as though I were turning
my back on something special.
 
But
fear kept nagging at me telling me to run.

I didn’t really feel good enough for them and that I was afraid they
would ditch me for another woman in time.
 
A slimmer, taller, prettier and younger model figure would usurp
me.
 
Tears gathered and spilled
despite my frustration and angry determination not to let them.
 
I couldn’t really believe they wanted
me.
 
So the time I had come.
 
Was I in or out?

In.
 
God help me.
 
Please don’t let them reject me just
yet.
 
Just a
little bit longer.
 
This is
everything I wanted.
 
I didn’t
expect to find it with two men but it is what it is and I am beginning to adore
them.
 
Even if they tire of me after
a couple of weeks . . . it will have been worth it.
 
As long as I can keep
away from Thomas and that horrible stepbrother of theirs.
 
What the hell is the story there?

My internal dialogue continued but was abruptly interrupted when the
glass doors were flung open.
 
Marcus
and Jason moved out on to the street to stand with me.

Marcus was furious and his handsome twin brother’s eyes were
flashing wild with fear and anger.

“God we were so worried,”
Marcus
said
firmly taking my arm and pulling me to him.
 
“Why did you run away?
 
And why are you crying?
 
Has someone hurt you?
 
Did Richard find you?” he asked sweeping
his arms around me directing my head to his chest his anger dispersing in to
concern as he held me.

There was genuine fear in his tone.
 
Jason placed his hand on the top of my
back above his brother’s arms and rubbed it.

“I just wanted some air and to think.
 
That incident with your stepbrother
reminded me of this morning on the street and I just needed some time to
think.
 
I am fine just a little
tired.
 
This is very
overwhelming.
 
I didn’t want to make
you worry but I had to get some space.
 
I’m sorry.
 
No one has been
here.
 
Really, I am all right.
 
I am sorry, so sorry,” I tried to
reassure listening to myself make a whole host of excuses in the hope that I
would not be cruelly verbally reprimanded as I always was by Thomas.
 

My tone was shaky and pleading.
 
I hated listened to the pattern I had been forced in to following to
placate my husband.
 
I hated myself
for it.
 
Did I have to do it with
Marcus and Jason?
 
I didn’t know
enough about them.
 
They were men
weren’t they?
 
It would be yet
another risk I was taking.
 
What if
they turned out just like my husband and the circle began once more.

“Hey, relax.
 
We
understand,” Marcus told me as though he had heard my thoughts.
 
“There is no need to feel afraid of
us.
 
I can hear it in your
voice.
 
We aren’t him,” He told me
kissing my cheek.

“You sound like our mother did with our father.
 
I can’t bear it,” Jason said.
 
“Neither of us will have you afraid of
us.”

I wanted to hear more about their mother and what she had suffered
but the twins were guarded and didn’t want to discuss it.
 

Jason pressed his body close to my back and rubbed my
shoulders.
 
I was deliciously
sandwiched between the two and I felt so safe.

Marcus tilted my chin upwards and caught my gaze.
 
He was smiling but his voice became firm
and commanding.

“However, little one you will need to be schooled with a spanking
for running away when we were trying to protect you.
 
Marcus’s rules, always obey my
instructions on your protection especially when our abusive stepbrother and
father are around.
 
Richard has made
his intentions clear and tonight I do not want you leaving my side again.
 
These are the rules you agreed to
accept, baby girl and if you disobey them there will be consequences.”

I felt my sex stir with moist need.
 
I wanted to be disciplined in the
arousing loving way they used to rule me as my Dominants.
 
I needed and craved their control.
 
Nothing made me feel more loved and
safe.
 
It was a paradox.
 
Here I was trying to escape a husband
who wanted to control me with cruel words, put downs and physical abuse in
dragging me out of shops yet I wanted to be mastered by the brothers, brought
to kneeling in return for being loved, adored, even worshiped on some level for
being their dutiful submissive.
 
It
felt natural and I was compelled to pursue it further and find out what else I
was capable of under the false veneer of I projected to accommodate others.
 
I parted my lips.

“Yes, Sir.
 
I
understand,” I answered in a small meek submissive voice.

“Good girl,” they both chorused seductively.

“Everything doesn’t start for another twenty minutes.
 
It is your turn to establish your own
rules, Marcus but I will assist in her punishment, if you require,” Jason said
trailing his finger tips along my bare shoulder sending tiny shivers down the
length of my body to erupt in a wave of wetness between my thighs.

Marcus began to direct me in to the corner of the doorway away from
the street.
 
Luckily none of the
guests milled around this back entrance to the theatre building and I prayed my
spanking would not be seen or heard.
 
But I should have known the twins were far too protective to have me
bared and seen by anyone else.
 
They
had it all in hand.

Marcus pulled me against him in the corner and his brother
maneuvered in behind me.
 
Their
bodies brushed my own and I felt their hard cocks demand to be inside me
pushing against my bottom and sex through the dress.
 
I held my breath and waited.

“Lift her dress,” Marcus instructed his brother.

Jason’s hands around my waist moved and skimmed down my hips taking
time to appreciate the curves of my figure.
 
I tried to watch as he bent down on his
haunches and his hands travelled down my legs pausing to hold my calves
possessively but Marcus cupped the side of my face and commanded my attention.

“Eyes front, darling.
 
Don’t disobey me again.”

Jason’s hands reached the bottom of my dress and for a moment he
held my ankles tightly making me think he had placed restraining cuffs around
them.
 
I forced myself to take a
breath.
 
Marcus was watching me the
whole time, gazing to my eyes with loving stern command.
 
I felt my body respond by melting
against him.
 
Then I felt the cool
evening breeze caress my bare calves.
 
Jason was lifting my dress.

Nervously, I reached out my hands and gasped as I pushed them
against his chest to hold on.
 
Marcus appeared to like my sudden anxious discomfort at being publicly
exposed and the way I held on to him like a child as though it were part of my
punishment by the sensuous curl of his lips.

My dress rose higher between the two men and now it was skimming
over my silk red panties to settle at my waist.

“Hold it while I take off her panties.”

Jason grinned at his brother.

“I am looking forward to this.”

Marcus let go of my face and lowered his body.
 
I felt his hands round over my buttocks
and then one of them skim across the silk and lace v shape of my panties at the
front.
 
A jolt of electricity shot
through my body at his touch making a small moan escape my tightly pursed
lips.
 
Then his fingers were tucking
under the flimsy material at the sides and my panties were sliding and curving
down my thighs.

The air brushed my clit as it was exposed to the night air making it
tingle and ache with anticipation.
 
Jason caressed his fingers over my buttock in a circular motion as the
other hand held my dress up.
 
Marcus
pulled my panties down to my ankles and then lifted one
high
heeled
red and silver sandal up out of them with seductive care before
turning his attention to the other.
 
I made the mistake of moving and found Jason’s hand winding around to
the front of my body and my abdomen to hold me steady and in place.
 
He stroked his hands over the gentle
curve of my stomach as though to placate and soothe me in to submission, his
finger tips skimming the neatly shaven mound of hair that covered my sex.
 

Marcus began to slowly raise himself from the ground holding my
panties in one hand.
 
But suddenly
he stopped, his lips just inches from my pussy.
 
I felt his breath caress my clit and
shivered again.
 
I wanted to beg him
to touch it, pinch and knead it to satisfaction but I refrained from such an
outburst in respect for my Master when he was disciplining me.
 

His hand slid around my thigh and I became aware of him studying my
sex.

“She’s wet, Jason.
 
I
want her like this all of the time so we can take her wherever and whenever we
wish.
 
Another one of my rules to
add to the list.”

I expected to feel the touch of his hand but it was the gentle lick
of his tongue I felt against the tiny wet jewel.
 
I moaned unable to help myself.
 
He lapped again.
 
The aim of his wet caress was with
precision.
 
He touched only my clit
and nowhere else.

 
A heavy ache to be
penetrated fluttered in to life inside my sex.
 
So far the billionaire twins had played
with me, introduced me to their discipline and their rules but they were yet to
ride me to satisfaction and I prayed it would be soon.

“Please, I want . . .I need to be penetrated.
 
How much longer must I wait to have you
both inside me,” I blurted out forgetting my place, unable to help myself.

Marcus moved his face away from my pussy and cupped it with his
large male palm.
 
I gave a small
yelp when he spanked it hard twice.
 
He shook his head and I blushed casting my eyes downwards like a naughty
girl.