Games 1

Ayla POV

I took my time in the bath, scrubbing my skin gently, and letting the bath salts soak in. As soon as I was satisfied, I got out of the bath and noticed that Victor had left a white towel next to me.

I dried myself off and went in front of the mirror. The first thing that caught my eye was the two marks on my neck, one on each side. They were no longer so red and looked like two simple dots. Another sign that things are getting better, I smiled and stretched.

I walked to the inner closet and saw three different outfits on the worktop, a simple black camisole, with simple black panties, probably indicating that if I put them on then I'd just be resting.

The second outfit was a black leather bodice, with gold details and greenish threads, a pair of clingy leather panties, as well as black boots that reached just above my knees. Indicating that if I wanted to dominate, then I should wear this outfit.

The third outfit is a dark green lace bodice with silver threads, but two small holes to fit my nipples, black lace panties, pantyhose that reach to the middle of my thigh, a greenish garter belt that matches the bodice, simple black stiletto shoes and to finish there's a black leather collar with dark red fur on the inside, there are two letters in gold, S and V. The last option meant that I was ready to be a submissive.

The last two options are interesting, and I know I'll be happy with any option, the question is what I wanted. Soren and Victor care so much that they let me choose, and that warms my heart.

After thinking for a few minutes, I decided to put on the third option, because that's what I feel at the moment, to give myself body and soul, trusting my two mates, knowing that they won't cross any lines because that's what it means to be submissive, to give yourself up without fear and to trust your Dominator completely.

It didn't take me long to get dressed, and I looked in the mirror, letting my hair down and pleased to see the contrast of the wavy black locks against my white skin and the dark green fabric. The only thing I didn't put on was the collar, but I took it in my left hand.

I took one last deep breath to calm my nerves and stepped out, walking into the room with my head held high. I was surprised to find the room dark and lit only by several unscented candles, which cast a beautiful play of shadows throughout the room.

Soren and Victor are in the center, Soren is wearing a black dress shirt with two buttons open, showing part of his chest, a pair of burgundy linen pants, and well-polished black shoes, his hands in his pockets.

Victor is wearing a dark gray T-shirt, loose black sweatpants, and dark gray sneakers, his hands in his pockets.

They both smile at the sight, affectionately, but the look in their eyes is that of predators, and I shiver. Feeling every part of my body waking up, my nipples starting to harden and my inner muscles contracting, I bite my lower lip to suppress a moan. I swallowed, but walked over to them and then held out the hand holding the collar.

Their smiles widened, Soren was the first to move and took the collar and walked to my back, he ran his hand down my neck, touching his fingertips very lightly on my skin, and moved my hair to the other side, then he put the collar on.

Victor moved a little closer, held my face on the right side, and stroked it gently, I closed my eyes and sighed, relaxing completely into their touch.

"Open your eyes, my love," Victor asked.

I did so and Victor slid his hand from my face to my neck and I felt him slip the end of the collar over the buckle and then close it. Soren adjusted it so that this part was left behind, making this a moment for the three of us.

Then I felt Soren's lips on my neck, right on top of the mark he'd left, and I couldn't hold back the moan of pleasure as my skin crawled and Victor took the opportunity to kiss me, slipping his tongue inside my mouth and entwining it with mine.

I reach up to grab his shirt as I feel my legs start to give way, and Soren holds my waist, supporting me as he sucks on the mark, running his tongue in circular motions over my skin.

These two men are going to make me melt because they work in sync and can stimulate every part of me with just a few simple touches. Soren then moved his mouth up to just below my ear and a bit down with some force and I moaned loudly, but it was muffled because Victor started sucking on my tongue, while his hand went to my thigh on the front and scratched it.

My breathing quickened as I gripped Victor's shirt a little tighter, pulling it a little further forward, but he didn't move. Then I felt Soren slide his hands down my arms until they reached my wrists, and he pulled my hands away. I didn't resist, and then Victor broke off the kiss and pulled away.

I opened my eyes and found theirs, darker and the desire shining brightly. Victor then began to make a rope appear in his hands, and Soren held mine in front of my body.

"We're going to use your body in any way we want," Soren whispered hoarsely in my ear.

I took a deep breath and squeezed my legs together, feeling my pussy get even wetter.

Victor began to loop the rope around my wrist, making a beautiful knot.

"We're going to hang you up, and the only thing you'll be able to do is moan and beg." Soren continued.

I feel the pressure of Victor's aura and I don't fight it, my hands start to rise, and I look up at the ceiling to see a hook attached to it, the rope goes around it and then my body is lifted, leaving me on my tiptoes. It's simply impossible for me to move, and it turns me on like I never thought it would.

I hear Soren's footsteps moving away as Victor walks over to the bed and sits down. He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, which is already hard, but not out, and he starts masturbating.

It's torture because I can't even do it. I bite my lower lip, holding back a moan, but my inner muscles contract, I can already imagine what it would be like to feel him penetrate me.

Then he moves his other hand slightly and another rope appears, this one wraps around my right thigh, and it's lifted enough to leave me exposed Victor's eyes darken with pleasure as his cock gets harder, but the movements of his hand are slow and sluggish. He certainly wasn't in a hurry.

My face starts to heat up, while a part of me feels ashamed to be exposed like this. Even though I was wearing panties, they were lacy and transparent.

"Your scent is getting stronger..." Soren's voice echoes behind my back.

Then a loud noise rings out and my ass starts to sting. He'd slapped me hard, one of those stinging ones.

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