CHAPTER 18 #3
The door across the room opened, and the little sprite we’d been assigned to stepped inside and fluttered across the room. If I didn’t believe in the laws of gravity, I would’ve been certain she had skimmed the ground.
I couldn’t deny I was quite captivated by the sweet Everly Hughes, with her small, delicate bone structure and big brown eyes.
Her light brown hair, highlighted with auburn accents, hung long and loose to the small of her back, swaying like fine silk when she moved.
She wasn’t stick thin like some submissives, and I appreciated that.
Healthy was far more appealing to me than defined abs on my woman.
I ensured she didn’t see me watching her, pretending to be enraptured by the puppy cage depicted on the page. Since I had no need for a cage of any sort, it wasn’t easy. However, I did have the need for a willing and eager submissive. Not a part-time sexual submissive who was into kinky sex.
No, I wanted a full-time, snap-my-fingers-and-come submissive. Which I got the feeling Miss Hughes was. Based on the brief discussion we’d had, she was exactly what I would’ve been looking for, had I been hoping to walk away from this class with a submissive of my own. Which I wasn’t.
I left her to stand there for several minutes, purposely making her wait.
Any submissive who’d ever engaged with me knew that patience was a virtue as far as I was concerned.
Although it seemed an antiquated notion to some, I was seeking a submissive who was ready and willing to cater to my every whim.
And I didn’t give a shit how it looked from the outside either.
When I set the magazine down on the glossy wooden table beside me, I put both feet on the floor, then tapped one finger on my knee.
As though she was in tune with my every thought, the little sprite all but danced toward me before gently lowering herself into my lap, curling up in my arms. I tried not to notice how perfectly she fit against me.
It wouldn’t matter after tonight. For the next few weeks, Miss Hughes would be moving from one set of Dominants to the next, getting to know each of them intimately.
She would not belong to Ian and me, so it made no sense to get too comfortable.
She allowed me to hold her, to run my hand along the inside of her thigh, teasing her without ever getting too close to the prize. And through it all, she didn’t say anything. A soft sigh here, a sweet mewl there, that was all I heard from her.
“Did you finish the dishes?” I prompted, keeping to my character.
“Yes, Sir,” she said sweetly.
“Where’s Ian?”
There was a smile in her voice when she said, “He said he had a surprise for me. Told me to come into the living room and wait.”
“I take that to mean you’ve been a good girl?”
“Yes, Sir. Very good.”
I had to admit, I liked this one. She seemed to know exactly which direction I was headed, although she hadn’t known me or Ian before this training session.
On his cue, Ian walked into the room carrying what we referred to as a saddle.
It was a small sex machine, roughly thirteen inches long and twelve inches wide.
It stood approximately eight inches tall.
It looked like half of a barrel lying on its side with a padded leather cushion across the curved side.
“Do you think you’ve been good enough for this?” I asked.
Everly lifted her head, peered down at the machine Ian had set on the floor, and was now plugging into the wall. If I wasn’t mistaken, that was a shiver of excitement that coursed through her.
“Yes, Sir.”
I shifted her off my lap without a command, and she went obediently.
“Present,” I commanded when my brother took a seat on the plastic-covered sofa.
Pretty as a fairy, Everly moved a few steps away, ensured she was facing both of us as she gracefully slipped off the silk tank she wore, revealing her small, pert breasts with their dusky pink nipples. The little skirt followed, sliding down her smooth legs, revealing her hairless mound.
Once she was naked, she lowered herself to the floor, her movements fluid, elegant.
As though she was dancing. She uncurled her petite body until she was flat on her back, her legs spreading wide, toes pointed, her pussy on display for our viewing pleasure.
Her arms stretched out above her head, hands resting elegantly on the floor as she thrust her chest upward.
I admired the soft, curvy lines of her body.
“Very nice,” Ian noted. He was relaxed on the sofa, one arm stretched across the back, his attention fully focused on her as though he was watching the evening news. “Now ass position.”
In a graceful flow of limbs, Everly curled up, rolled over onto her hands and knees, her delectable ass facing us at all times. Her knees went wide, chest lowering to the floor, her tiny rosebud on full display, her pussy lips flowering open.
There was no need to deny I was turned on by her. Every lean inch of her body was soft and smooth, begging for my hands, my tongue, my cock. But I was nothing if not controlled, so I remained where I was.
“What did you have in store for her?” I prompted Ian.
“Since she’s been a good girl, I thought I’d let her perform for us.”
That was an intriguing idea.
Ian smirked, then got to his feet. He moved over to Everly, standing at her side before leaning over and sliding his fingers along her slit. “She’s wet already.”
She moaned softly as he teased her, fondling her clit, dipping a single finger inside her.
I didn’t need to ask his thoughts on this particular submissive.
Since we were kids, we’d had a connection.
Some called it a twin bond. Whatever it was, I was in tune with my brother on nearly every level.
Didn’t matter the proximity, I always knew when something happened to him.
Happy, sad, angry. His emotions coursed through me as though we were one.
And while there were many people who wouldn’t understand our unconventional needs, my brother and I had never made excuses for them.
We were looking for submissives of our own.
Yes, one for each of us. Submissives we would share.
Which meant we were looking for two we would each connect with, and who would connect with one another.
Like I said, unconventional. But necessary, all the same.
“Wait pose, princess,” Ian instructed as he stood tall and returned to the sofa.
Again, Everly easily repositioned so that she was on her knees and her toes, hands clasped behind her back, her eyes on Ian as she awaited her next command.
“Did you enjoy that, little fairy?” I asked, realizing my pet name for her had slipped out.
If she’d been surprised by it, she didn’t show it. “Yes, Sir, I did. Very much.” Her eyes locked on Ian’s face. “Thank you, Master Ian.”
“You’re very welcome, princess.” He nodded toward the machine as he held out the bottle of lubricant. “Prepare the toy.”
“May I stand, Master Ian? Or shall I remain on my knees?”
“Knees,” he said, his eyes glittering as he cut them to me.
Yeah, I knew how much he liked this one. Despite the large pool of options, it was rare to find a submissive who was this eager to please her Masters.
She took the bottle of lubricant Ian held out, thanked him once more before she slowly, seductively lubed the fake dildo. When she passed the bottle back, Ian took the liberty of wiping her hands clean. Her nipples puckered sweetly as he touched her.
“Mount the toy, little fairy,” I instructed when the moment had passed.
“Yes, Master Isaac.”
As gracefully as she’d done everything else, Everly positioned herself over the rather large dildo before sliding herself onto it. She didn’t mask her expressions, the pure pleasure of the action clear on her face.
Once she was seated, Ian produced a remote. Again, he appeared relaxed as he pressed a few buttons.
“I expect to hear your pleasure,” I told her. “And you are not allowed to come until I give you permission. If you do, you will be punished.”
“Yes, Master Isaac.”
For the next few minutes, Ian tormented her with the vibrating toy while we both commanded her movements. She was lifting and lowering herself on the dildo, her muscles flexing, her porcelain skin dotted with perspiration.
I knew Ian was going to force her to come, and I wasn’t going to argue. I would not give her permission because I wanted to see her lose that vital grip she had on her control.
“Masters….” Her head tipped back, her hands cupping her breasts as I’d instructed. “I’m going to come. Oh, God. It’s too much.”
“Not enough,” I growled.
Ian pushed a button, causing Everly to cry out, a broken scream as she shattered right there before us, her body taut as the orgasm slammed into her.
She was so fucking beautiful, it was damn near hard to watch.
“What did I tell you?” I asked when she’d settled a few minutes later.
“You instructed me not to come, Master Isaac,” she whispered, remorse ringing every word. She was genuinely upset that she had defied my order, something else I admired in her.
“And did you come?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Come here, little fairy,” I ordered, keeping my tone low and dark. I wanted her to hear my disappointment, to fear what was coming next.
On unsteady legs, Everly got to her feet. She was once again graceful as she walked toward me.
I shifted forward on the chair, and without verbal instruction, Everly lay across my thighs, her palms going flat on the floor as she held herself rigidly in place.
“Five,” I warned her before I smacked her ass. Hard.
The moan that followed surprised me.
I swatted her pretty little ass again, followed quickly by another.
She whimpered, and I was satisfied that she understood this was punishment and not pleasure.
Two more swats and I was helping her to her feet.
“Now you may retire to your bedroom for the evening,” I told her for the sake of the audience outside the room. “Ian or I will inform you where you will be sleeping in a little while.”