Turning from me he finishes dishing up our son’s supper and calls him in from the other room before catching my eye one last time. Cocking his head to the side he meets my gaze and I know that I need to get a move on to be ready in the twenty minutes that I have been given before there are repercussions for my tardiness.
As I make my way into our room I quickly throw on matching bra and panties feeling as big as a house. However, I am instantly aroused at the thought of Vincent stepping back into his ownership of me. It has been so long since we have played and the way this night has begun sounds like it is about to get a hell of a lot more interesting and turn into something that is right up my alley.
Finishing with five minutes to spare, I head back down to the kitchen and see that both my son and my old man are waiting for me. Little Vincent is wearing a button down shirt and dress pants and looks completely out of placed dressed as such. He looks from his father to me with a smile that touches his soul and I cannot stop smiling seeing it. Looking towards his Dad I see a crisp clean long sleeve shirt under his Devil’s Iron cut and a pair of tight fitting dark jeans on. Licking my lips, I cannot help the feeling of arousal that was rearing its head only moments before coming back with a vengeance.
Reaching out to both of the men in my life, I take my son’s small hand in my own as my old man escorts us out the back door towards the truck parked in the garage.
I smile to myself nervously, wondering what the hell Vincent has planned for us this evening. First, this white dress and him stepping so easily back into his dominant role. Next, coming down to find both of them dressed up and looking like they were going to a funeral or wedding or some shit.
What the fuck am I getting myself into tonight?
Chapter 6
Pearl
As I am readying for our night out I am surprised to find a wrapped box laid out on our bed as I step into the room after I finished my shower. I looked around the darkened room I notice both Abraham and Markus watching me from opposite corners of the room. As I take the final steps towards the bed, I feel the desire in their glances roaming over my naked body and know that the shower I just took was for naught.
Grabbing for the box after dropping my towel, I hear a low growl coming from Markus, causing my knees to go weak as I hear him say, “Pet, we need to own you before this night begins. You can open your gift when you return to the room, for now head to the playroom and wait for us at the door.” Glancing down at my naked body, Markus sees the fear in my eyes and answers before I can voice my concern. “Pet, the children have gone with Gun and Country already, so you may do as you were told without fear.”
“Yes, Master,” is all I am able to get out as I turn and walk from the room.
Reaching the playroom door, I feel Abraham’s presence behind me as he reaches around me and unlocks the door.
Entering the room together, Abraham is the first to speak, “Bend over the bed, Little One. Your Master and I would like to redden up and mark that beautiful flesh of yours before we take you together. We want to be able to see our marks for days to come so know this might get uncomfortable. Know that this is for us and your reward will be in serving us.”
“Yes, Sir,” escapes my lips as I situate myself. Markus and Abraham made sure that the bed we have in the playroom is taller than normal, due to my height. The men thought of my every comfort and their every demand when making this playroom for us. I am more than thankful for the bed being at this raised level, seeing that I am frequently asked to bend over it to get spanked or flogged or fucked, which is again the case tonight, it seems.
Waiting for my Sir and Master to begin has me on edge, which only lasts a few short seconds before I find peace. This peace is short lived as I hear the crack of the whip before its first sting lands across my ass. Master sets a relentless pace as he continues, only stopping briefly to switch from one side to the other.
As my Master slows and stops his strikes, my Sir steps in and buries his face in my drenched pussy. He adds a finger to my ass and continues his sweet torture as Markus steps to the bed in front of me. As my eyes rise slightly, I see him pulling his belt free from his pants, dropping it to the bed as he reaches for the button and zipper of his jeans. Taking his pants down quickly, his cock springs free and I cannot help the moan that escapes my lips.