“When she answers the question.”
For a second I was confused. What question were they talking about? My senses were so full of the pair of them that it was hard to concentrate on anything else.
Something must have shown in my face. Some little hint of the confusion I was feeling.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
I dropped my eyes instantly. “Yes sir.”
Their chuckles filled my ears, dark and delicious. Like chocolate being melted over my skin.
“Good girl.” The lips at my ear dropped lower, soft lips nibbled over the pulse point in my throat. “We need to know your safe word, beautiful. You won’t need it but we need to know it before we go any further.
It was getting harder and harder to think. I searched my mind for the word I usually used. And came up blank.
Not that my usual safeword would do for this situation.
I needed something new. Something unique. After all, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, a one time deal to explore all my darkest dirtiest desires.
One word slipped from my lips. And it was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
I knew what my safe word would be.
“Trois.”
***
No sooner were the words out of my mouth than they stepped away. I shivered from the sudden loss of their warm bodies so close to mine. But it was more than that.
I hadn’t expected their sudden departure. And just when things were going so well.
“Trois?”
More laughter. But it wasn’t a mocking sound. They sounded like they approved and that made me happy. Because I wanted to please them.
“Perfect.” Moving in unison, two sets of hands went to work. I could do nothing but stand there as their nimble fingers stripped the dress from my body. They peeled it from me like they were unwrapping a present.
There was an urgency in their movements but they didn’t rush. In fact that barely touched me. But it was enough to set my skin on fire.
Even as I stood there in nothing but my underwear between them, it felt like my skin was aflame. Never before in my life, had I wanted something so much.
“Perfect indeed.” One hand slipped around me, the ring on the index finger catching the dim light as I watched it over and then come over my breast. He squeezed hard. There was nothing gentle or loving in his touch. It was pure ownership.
The breath I had been holding left me in a rush.
“Are you ok with what we are going to do to you Aubrey?”
I didn’t even bother to ask how they knew my name. Of course, Miss Belle would have told them. It didn’t even bother me that I didn’t know their names.
After tonight the chances of me seeing them again was almost zero. I didn’t need to know their names.
I would call them sir, hell I would call them anything they wanted to as long as they carried on touching me the way they were.
“We aren’t going to be gentle lovers.” The one in front of me, his piercing eyes never leaving mine loosened the top button of his shirt. His throat flushed. And I had the overwhelming urge to run my tongue up it.