She nodded, her skin flushed. They’d obviously had an effect on her.
They led her to their bedroom. First the panties, which were little more than bikini bottoms. The tight material outlined and clung to every curve of her sex. Tyler knew if he ran his fingers over her while she wore it that she’d feel him as if he touched her bare skin. She placed her hand on Tyler’s back for balance when he bent over to pull them up. That’s when he “accidentally” brushed his fingers against her bare lips as he helped adjust the bottoms. She gasped, but didn’t object.
As ordered, she’d kept her eyes closed. Then they slid the pants up her legs, silky, wispy sheer layers that fell open perfectly since Tyler had taken a seam ripper to the crotch earlier. It wouldn’t be obvious to others, but Thomas and Tyler would have clear access.
Perfection.
The barely-there top exposed her mid-drift, lifting her breasts while creating a delicious illusion of fullness. Thomas clamped his lower lip firmly in his teeth, no doubt trying to maintain control but still managing to brush his thumb across her right nipple. Then the sheer, layered outer top completed the main ensemble. Their little slave girl, beautiful and alluring. Sexy, but enough covering to keep her from being X-rated.
Tyler carefully affixed the veil, not wanting to mess up her hair. He’d spent weeks going through magazines to find the right style he could pull off without drowning her in hairspray. Thomas leaned over and slipped sandals on her feet, tying the laces around her ankles.
Then one last accoutrement. Thomas held it up, looked at Tyler, then bent in a mock salute to the master planner, handing it to him to do the honors.
Tyler bowed and accepted the thin pink, jeweled leather collar. He’d finally found it yesterday at an upscale pet boutique in St. Pete. It perfectly matched the colors in the little harem girl outfit.
As did the matching leather rhinestone leash.
Tyler stood behind Nevvie, touching her shoulder so as not to startle her. “We have one last item. You promise you’re ours for the next twenty-four hours?”
She licked her lips and nodded.
He kissed the nape of her neck and enjoyed watching the gooseflesh run across her back. He knew that was one of her most sensitive areas and planned to make good use of it tonight. He didn’t need to plunder her pussy to get her wet when he could kiss her there. She was more than ready for them to take her, but they couldn’t yet. She had to voluntarily submit to them, not simply because they’d got her hornier than hell—although that helped. For this to have any chance of succeeding long-term, she had to ask them to be with her.
Tyler dropped his voice to a sexy growl. “Then we put this on you. It’s our reminder that you are our sweet girl, only ours, and we promise to take care of you and protect you. All right?” He’d carefully scripted their lines, yet another reason Thomas was willing to step to the side during this phase.
She nodded again.
He carefully slipped the collar around her neck. He’d guessed at the size, poking extra holes in it in case he had to adjust it, but it fit perfectly. He didn’t want it so tight that it choked and panicked her, and he didn’t want it so loose it would spin and twist and irritate her skin. If she would tolerate this from them, she was as good as theirs.
Her breathing quickened, sensing what it was, but she didn’t move or open her eyes.
He nodded to Thomas, who clipped the leash to the collar. They stood in front of her, close, inside her personal space.
“Open your eyes, sugar,” Thomas said.
She did.
Tyler had already covered the ground rules with Thomas, iron-clad rules they could not break. They had to be extremely gentle with her. The leash must always be in their hands, never laid down. When seated, she’d be at their feet or in their lap except in the truck. They would have a hand on her at all times in addition to holding the leash, or have her seated as to be touching one of them. This was for control as much as it was for her peace of mind. She wasn’t allowed off the leash once outside their house, even to go to the bathroom. If she said stop, they would. They weren’t giving her a safe word, but they knew if overwhelmed she would resist—and they would immediately end the game.
Both men smiled and touched her arms. “You’re beautiful, Nevvie,” Thomas whispered. “Devastatingly beautiful.”
Tyler agreed. “You’re absolutely gorgeous. We are the luckiest blokes on the planet.”
She looked at her outfit, then back to them, but didn’t ask.
“You’re playing our little slave girl, sweetheart, and we’re your masters.” Tyler took the leash from Thomas and showed her. “I promise, we will protect you. Always. One or both of us will, at all times, be by your side and in control so you are safe. No one will touch you but us. All you are responsible for tonight is to enjoy our little game. Let us do the rest. Can you do that for us?”
She hesitantly smiled. “Yes.”
Tyler let her go to the bathroom off-leash before they left, but before he put it back on her he made her sit on their bed.
“Are you ready, Nevvie?” Thomas asked. Tyler had prepped him. She needed to respond to Thomas to ensure all went well.
She nodded.
“Would you like to leave now?”
“Yes.”
“Then let’s get into the spirit of the game, sugar. You need to ask me to put your leash on. You can’t leave the house unless you’re properly attired.”
She smiled, getting into the mood. “Please put my leash on.”
Tyler stepped in. “Sweetheart, you need to say it properly. A good little slave knows how to ask her master for things.”
He made her hunt for the answer and she smiled again. “Master, please leash me?” It was more a question than a request, but it sufficed.
Both men grinned. Thomas snapped the leash to her collar. “You’re our beautiful, sweet slave girl.” She stood at his gentle prompting.
Thomas and Tyler each caressed her cheeks. She didn’t flinch from their tender touch.
“Do you know what you’ve done to us, Nevvie?” Thomas asked.
She shook her head, confused.
Tyler looked at Thomas and together the men stepped close, pressing against her hips so it was obvious how hard they were. Tyler kept his eyes on her face in case she reacted badly, but she gasped.
“Sugar,” Thomas whispered, “you’ve done that to us. You have power over us beyond your wildest imagination.”
The truth, yet also another carefully scripted line Tyler had fed Thomas. He executed it perfectly. Her face flushed, and her eyes travelled from Thomas back to Tyler.
“Yes, Nevvie,” Tyler whispered. “Tonight you may be playing the role of our sweet little slave girl, but the truth is you are our mistress.” God, he’d have to remember to delete that file from his hard drive, the one he worked on for weeks to get the dialogue perfect so they could memorize it. “So, knowing that you have two men under your control, two men who would die for you, sweetheart, are you ready to let us play your masters tonight?”
She nodded and licked her lips. Tyler wanted to kiss and fuck her luscious mouth.
“As our sweet little slave girl,” he continued, “you aren’t allowed to touch anyone but us, understand? Not even to shake hands. If someone says hello you can speak and bow your head to them, but that’s all. Remember, you’re playing a role for us tonight. Do you understand?”
Her voice dropped to barely more than a sultry whisper. “Yes.”
Thomas’ eyes flicked to Tyler, who tipped his head slightly in a nod, giving Tom the okay to push her a little. “Yes, what?” Thomas asked.
She smiled. “Yes, Master.”