I nodded, lifting my gaze to his. “Yes, Master.”
“It’s a reflection of our ownership,” Sir stated, his voice sounding from behind me. “Do you willingly give yourself to us?”
Master moved in closer, his hands on my thighs, while Sir pressed against me from behind. I could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing intimately between my butt cheeks, while Master’s thick cock prodded the entrance to my pussy. I knew what they were going to do and my body was ready and willing.
A tear trickled down my cheek as the love I felt for both of them overflowed from my body. “I do. I freely give you both my body, my submission, and my heart.”
Master leaned in and kissed me. “Thank you, pet.”
Unfortunately, he didn’t linger.
“Do you have any questions regarding the rules?”
“No, Master.”
Within seconds, they were both buried inside me. I was filled to capacity by their bodies and their love. They weren’t gentle, but I expected nothing less. These men understood me. They knew what I needed, what I wanted, what I craved, and they gave it to me without question.
I moaned as they rocked me between them, their thrusts alternating as they fucked into me, deeper, harder, faster. I tried to hold on for as long as I could, loving the way it felt to be owned by these two men. I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life right here between them.
When I finally gave in to my orgasm, I cried out their names, begging them not to stop. They fucked me harder, faster, their combined grunts carrying me on wave after wave of pure ecstasy. I had no idea how long they fucked me, but I didn’t care. I succumbed to one climax after another, knowing that it wasn’t merely the pleasure they wrought on my body but the love they were giving me in return that heightened every sensation.
And when they both came, slamming into me at the same time, I knew without a doubt that I would never belong to anyone else.
I was theirs.
And they were mine.
Fifty
THE FOLLOWING MORNING WASN’T MUCH different than when I had stayed with Landon during those two weeks. Well, with the exception that the three of us had slept in Landon’s bed. I hadn’t yet decided which room I wanted to be ours, nor did I know how I wanted to decorate it, but I was bound and determined to come up with something.
I learned that they fully intended to change my hours once I was settled into the house. Master insisted that we not get up at the ass-crack of dawn. He said he would rather I work late into the night than have to get up with the roosters. His words.
As long as I was capable of getting my work done, I didn’t mind what hours I kept.
Surprisingly, we arrived at the office before Jordan did, and I was a little disappointed. For whatever reason, I wanted him to be the first person I told about what happened. He truly had become my best friend and it was important to me that I share this news with him.
So, after Master and Sir went to their offices and I delivered their coffee, I made my way up front to find Jordan getting his own coffee in the break room.
“Good morning,” I greeted.
He turned around, a smile already on his face. The second he looked at me, his eyes widened.
“Holy. Smokes.”
Jordan rushed over to me, his hands lifting quickly only to pause right by my neck as he gazed down at the collar I was proudly wearing.
“It’s…beautiful.”
“I know,” I squealed. I still couldn’t believe it.
Last night, after they’d carried me up to Landon’s bedroom, I’d fallen fast asleep. But this morning when I woke up, I spent a good ten minutes admiring the collar in the mirror. The sterling silver band had an intricate Celtic knot design and went around my neck, but it was relatively loose. Sort of like a necklace, only not as limber as it would’ve been if it were a chain. There were two locks that connected the back together.
When Master had caught me looking at it, he informed me that it wasn’t my play collar. They had one of those that I would wear when at the club. Nothing would ever be hooked to this collar, because it was too delicate for that.
Jordan pulled me against him, throwing his arms around me. I hugged him back.
“I’m so happy for you, kiddo,” he whispered. “So damn happy.”
“Thank you.”
When he pulled back, he stared into my eyes as though trying to read my mind and find out everything that had happened.
“Lunch?” I asked, giggling. “I’ll tell you everything then.”
“Absolutely.”
With another glance at my neck, he smiled and I could tell he was genuinely happy for me. It also reminded me that I needed to call Kristen to let her know. And I had to find a way to tell my mother the news. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say to her, but she might want to know that I was moving out of the apartment.
