Free Theirs: Series I by Arabella Kingsley Page A

one,” he said with a fatherly
tone.

 
    He spanked my pussy again and my bottom bucked backwards against
Jason.   He was hard and his sheathed
length nestled between the crease of my buttocks
through his tuxedo trousers as I did so.   My ache grew and my sex flooded after the momentary sharp sting of pain
after the slap.

 
    “Part of your submission training involves being patient to be
taken.   This is a joint brother
rule.   It is our right to choose
when, where and how.   You simply
obey and part your thighs or bottom when we order it and take your pleasure
when we allow it.   Do I make myself
clear, little one?” he said swatting my sex twice more.

 
    “Yes, Daddy, yes,” I answered breathlessly.

 
    Marcus stood and towered over me again in his tuxedo making me feel
small and enticingly fragile in their protective hold.

 
    I watched Marcus deposit my panties in his inside pocket.

 
    “Lower her dress.   I need
a room for what I have in mind,” Marcus told his brother.

 
    Jason smoothed my dress down my legs and I tried to get used to the
idea of being without any panties on underneath my dress after having them
forcibly removed by my twin Masters.

 
    Jason kissed my shoulder.

 
    “Good girl.   The theatre
manager said we could use his office to make calls.   We could take her there.   We have fifteen minutes left.”

 
    Marcus was cupping my face again and brushing his lips against
mine.   I wanted more, to be kissed
deeply but he pulled back quickly when I reached for him.   He wagged his finger at me.

 
    “Naughty girl.   Patience, little one.   Soon.   Before the night’s
end.”

 
    He looked at Jason over my shoulder.

 
    “Let’s get her there and get this bottom out in the open so she can
be disciplined.   We can’t let this
go,” he said with determination smoothing his hand over my rump.   “I thought we’d lost her to him
tonight.”

 
    “I agree, let’s go.”

 
    Each brother took one of my arms and guided me back indoors and down
the back end of the lobby to a corridor and an office.

 
    Jason knocked on the door and opened it when he received no answer
to check it was not occupied.   He
motioned for Marcus to lead me inside and locked the door behind us.

 
    Marcus wasted no time in taking me straight to the desk.   He stood me in front of it and undid the
zip in the back of my dress.    He quickly stripped me of the garment leaving me standing in my strapless
bra, my high heeled sparkling sandals and nothing
else.  

 
    His eyes roamed my body with approval but then frowned when they
rested on my bra.

 
    “I need something to tie her hands with,” he said to Jason as he
reached behind me to undo the catch on my bra.

 
    He lifted it away and tossed it on to one of the large padded chairs
littering the white and gilt edged office.   Jason draped my dress over the chair and
put the bra beside it.   Then he
searched the room and found to his surprise two lengths of red satin ribbon
that were hanging next to an eighteenth century costume.   He raised his eyebrows and brought them
forward.

 
    With a boyish grin, Marcus took one of the lengths and pulled my
wrists together.   He wound the satin
material around them and secured it tightly.   Once more I was at their mercy and
loving every moment even though my heart thudded every time I heard footsteps
walking past the office and the chatter of guests in the lobby.

 
    Marcus raised my bound hands up in to the air and cupped one of my
breasts making me give a cry when he squeezed it.

 
    “Now, little one, I am going to clear the desk and you are going to
drape yourself across it face down.”

 
    “Yes, Daddy,” I said eager to obey and not earn myself any more
strikes with whatever he was planning to use to spank me with.   I hoped it would just be with his hand
but when he cleared the surface of the desk and led me to it I could see he had
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