Free Theirs: Series I by Arabella Kingsley

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.

 
    “You have just earned yourself five extra strokes when I get that
bottom of yours bared for discipline, little