She was totally getting off on this. Being dressed. Being appraised. Being desired by her two doms.
Her submissive nature had taken over every fiber of her being, and it was fucking beautiful to watch.
“Hmm. Then if sweet is off the table, perhaps we should try the blue one.” Ethan pushed up to his feet and walked over to the second rack, and Zayne knew exactly what dress he was getting.
It was a bombshell number, the complete opposite of the whimsical one she was currently in. As Ethan unzipped the garment, Zayne whispered across her lips, “Turn around—let me get you get out of this.”
She softly moaned but turned back to face Ethan as he stepped up onto the pedestal with the dress draped over his arm.
Zayne unclasped the halter and unzipped the pink ruffles, and as it floated down around her ankles, Ethan held out a hand to her.
“Step out.”
Chloé placed her hand in his and stepped out of the dress.
“That was very pretty on you,” Ethan said. “But I think we need something a little more dramatic. A dress to show you off. One that tells everyone how proud we are that you are ours. What do you think, Zayne?”
“I think you’re spot fucking on.”
“Good. Then let’s see how our girl looks in blue.”
Zayne moved in behind her and said by her ear. “Arms up, gorgeous.”
Chloé raised her arms, her breathing coming much faster as Ethan slipped the dress over her head and it cascaded down her body like water droplets on skin.
As the silky material fitted to her curvaceous figure, Zayne glanced over her shoulder to see Ethan eyeing him with a hungry expression.
Oh yeah, this was the dress—from the beaded pattern work that would catch on the light, to the crisscross back that laced up like a corset. The material clung to every ebb and flow of her body and proclaimed loud and clear what a beautiful woman she was.
“Now that is the dress.” Ethan took Chloé’s chin between his fingers and raised her face to his. “Do you want to know how I know that?”
Chloé’s ragged breathing told them she already knew the answer. But just like them, she wanted to hear it.
“Yes, sir.”
“This is the dress because all night, all Zayne and I will be thinking about is how much longer it will be until we can take you somewhere and fuck you in it. And you”—Ethan nipped at her lower lip—“you will be thinking about how the second we’re alone, one of us will be inside you.”
Chloé whimpered as they moved in close, rubbing their hard cocks up against her back and front.
“You feel that, Red?” Zayne nuzzled in behind her ear. “That’s what you’re gonna get at the end of Saturday night.”
“That’s what you get for being ours.” Ethan brushed a kiss across her lips, then took a step back, giving her a thorough once-over. “That, and a sexy blue dress. If you like it.”
“I love it.”
“Then it’s yours.”
Chloé all but collapsed in Zayne’s arms as Ethan walked back to his chair, picked up a square box, and headed back to the pedestal.
“Dare I say it, you almost look perfect, petite fille.”
“Almost…” Zayne said as he wrapped his arms around her.
“That’s right.”
“But you can’t have a beautiful dress like this without a little jewelry.”
“And we can’t have a beautiful sub who isn’t claimed.” Ethan flipped open the box, and when Chloé’s eyes caught on the two golden bracelets nestled inside, she gasped. “Last weekend I mentioned that Zayne and I would like to make this relationship a more permanent one. An exclusive one. We want to get to know you outside of the bedroom and the club—”
“And the car.” Zayne chuckled.
“We want to…date you, I guess you would say. But we look at relationships much differently than what you’re probably used to, and that’s where these come in. We would like you to wear these as a symbol of trust. A symbol of respect. And most importantly, a symbol of ownership between the three of us. So whenever we look at you, we know that you’re ours, and whenever you look at them, you know who you belong to.”
Chloé trembled against Zayne, and he rubbed a hand up and down her arm. “We know this a lot, Red. If you need time to—”
“May I?” Her voice was so soft that Zayne almost missed it. It wasn’t until Ethan took one of the cuffs from the box and handed it to her that he realized she hadn’t said no.
As she looked at the piece of jewelry, Zayne caught Ethan’s eyes and saw he was just as on edge as he.
It was one thing to play submissive behind closed doors, but to be publicly owned? That was so much more. Because even if others didn’t know what the bracelets meant, she would, and the real question was: did she want to submit?
The room was so quiet you could’ve heard a pin drop as they let her process all that they’d said.
She turned the delicate cuff over, and it was like something finally clicked into place. “There’s an E on here.”
“Yes.” Ethan nodded, and then picked up the other cuff and turned it over. “And a Z on here. You’d belong to both of us.”
She looked between the two of them and then shocked the hell out of them by asking, “Where’s Zayne’s?”
Smart, little girl.
Zayne let her go, moved around beside Ethan, and pulled off his shirt. Then he tucked it into the back of his jeans and twisted each of the bars through his nipples so she could see the words engraved along them: Master/Ethan’s.
Chloé flushed, clearly liking what she saw, then she looked back at the bracelet in her hand.
“Zayne has many different ‘collars,’ as they’re called,” Ethan said. “But most are discreet, just like these, a subtle reminder of who owns him. Of whom he answers to.”
“Most of the time,” Zayne added.
She looked up at them. “If I wear these, will I still be able to be…me?”
It was a good question, one that many eager submissives often forgot in their excitement to be collared. But it was one Zayne could answer with complete honesty, because he’d felt exactly the same.
“We wouldn’t want you to be anyone else. The wildcat is who we want, Red. Never forget that.”
He couldn’t tell which way she was leaning as she ran her fingers over the engraved letter. Then she handed the bracelet back to Ethan and held her arms out to them.
“Please, sirs. Collar me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
There’s a nothing like a family reunion, am I right?
~ Chloé
“STOP FIDDLING WITH your tie. It’s perfect.”
Ethan eyed Zayne from across the back seat of the limousine as he tugged on the bow tie, attempting to loosen it.
“Perfect? This thing is trying to strangle me.”
“I’ll strangle you if you don’t quit. I tied it. It’s perfect.”
The soft laughter that filled the vehicle shifted Ethan’s attention to Chloé. She sat beside Zayne looking absolutely ravishing.