Heather's POV chapter 5

"I'll prepare your bath, prepare dinner and where to sleep. Mr. Darren and Mr. Kyle will see you soon." A short, plump woman with captivating blue eyes and a beautiful smile said to me as I stepped house into one of the most luxurious houses I've ever seen.

It made me wonder what these men do for work.

Men.

I could still remember how my eyes widened when Carol told me two men got me exclusively for themselves. And although I had no problem with that, I just wished Carol had asked me first before agreeing. I didn't even know if I'd be attracted to them. And the lack of knowledge about them made my heart race in anticipation. That was why I added it to the form. To be approached like a stranger by my master or masters. I lived for the thrill of the unexpected.

"Thank you, Ms..."

"Just call me Em." I nodded and let her lead me up the large numerous flight of stairs.

There were no pictures found in the room and it made me wonder if they took it down for me or the men were just miserable beings.

After a long walk that made the house seem like a damn community, we walked through a long hallway and finally arrived in front of a door.

"This is going to be your room." I entered and I knew immediately that they had been preparing for my arrival. Everything I put in the form were added to my room.

It was airy and spacious, the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the beautiful view of the vibrant city. The bed was queen sized and above it were pictures of powerful female pole dancers I admired. The colour of the interior decor was a mix of dark blue and oakwood brown with a splash of royal blue. Opposite the bed was a dresser and lots of self care products. This was perfect.

"The bathroom is just down the room. If you need anything, just press the button on the wall."

Throughout the day, I didn't come across Em again which convinced me that she wasn't anywhere nearby. I looked in front of the long mirror in my dressing room at my body as I tried on the different outfits bought for me. None of the dresses were appropriate for the public meaning I'd spend everytime indoors with them.

Possessive lots.

I tried the nth dress, a short black leather skirt that hugged my curves and highlighted my ass, exposing my thighs too. The top was a crop top that is a tad too small for chest, pressing my breasts together. I let down my hair and love how the curls washed over my shoulders and back. But I couldn't let it be curly. I have to follow Carol's instructions and leave it straight.

I spent the second day practising my role and almost regretting the suspense theme I added in the form. I was dying of anxiety.

I wanted to go back and tell Carol I couldn't do this. So many questions were at the back of my mind. What if they were killers, assassins or human traffickers? Whatever they were, I hoped to not only come out safe but to enjoy the most of this experience.

That night I laid on my bed while listening to a slow tune before sleep whisked me away.

I heard those footsteps, coming fast, the huff and gruff of those large beasts becoming close. Too close for comfort as I ran. I ran like I had wheels for legs and didn't care that the rain was beating down on me, soaking my gown heavy and making it harder to run. I knew the rain always made it hard for wolves to track one's scent so I seized this opportunity to hide. I was hiding behind one of those huge trees as I could hear them communicating through wolf sounds and howls. I peeped from the side of the tree and saw them both.

The Alpha and the Beta.

"Hey." Someone was shaking my legs so that I stirred from my sleep before opening my eyes.

"What?" I opened my eyes and almost jumped out of bed with a start. "What!?"

Those same faces I'd seen in my dream standing tall and huge close to the entrance while Em hovered above me, a polite smile on her face. I looked at her.

"They are here, Miss. Your masters."

My heart did a double — no, a triple skip as I looked up again to be sure I'm not still in my dream. I didn't realize how crazy I looked until the taller one asked me to look more presentable before coming out for breakfast.

"I'm Darren Harrington and that is Kyle Grey." As I sat opposite them in the dining room, I was able to get his features clearly.

He looked really tall that I was sure my head would barely go past his stomach and his huge body made me look so small, so inferior and so frail he could break me in half. That scared me a little except he was an attractive man which was at least a relief. He has full and curly jet black hair that runs down the back of his neck and falls over his face beautifully. He has icy blue eyes and handsome-rough facial features like his drawn brows, killer gaze, unsmiling and rugged. Everytime he looked at me, I couldn't tell if he hated me or if he was thinking of ways he could kill me.

That made me wonder if he remembered me. Maybe that was why he bought me. To finally kill me.

His friend, Kyle Gray, was probably about three inches shorter but almost looking similarly intimidating as his eyes were a sharp hazel colour.

He has a  a lean muscular body with toned abs. He is equally handsome and hot but not the same sexiness and attractiveness that Darren possessed. He has a nicely trimmed head of blonde hair that makes his hazel eyes stand out. His sharp jawline and clean skin gives him that magazine cut model features that his friend doesn't have. He has a beautiful smile that made him seem unbothered however, throwing explicit compliments my way. It made me feel relaxed that he didn't recognize me at least.

It's been ten years, relax. I told myself as I drank from the glass.

Darren sighed and leaned forward and has he spoke, I had to clench my thighs together to stop myself from doing embarrassing things. This is going to be fun.

"I hope you understand the ropes of this. I just called you here to this table to know about you. Every other thing has been stated in the form." He leaned backwards, his muscle rippling as though they would pop out of the shirt. "I'd like you to confirm them all."

"Yes."

"We won't go easy on you." Kyle chipped in and I cleared my throat so I don't sound unprofessional and too desperate.

"Of course, I am aware."

Darren assessed me with his killer gaze, his eyes narrowing and at once, I felt my mind, body and soul bared for him to see. He looked like he could read my mind.

"We are going to try something tonight to know if you can indeed take what we dish."

Kyle smirked as he looked at me, his gaze melting me once more.

"Prepare for anything, Heather."

I nodded but Darren's deep voice snatched my gaze so it landed on him. "And you can't call us anything else other than master when you're with us."

Kyle scoffed. "You're enjoying this way too much, friend. I knew I did the best thing asking us to do this."

He growled, a low rumble that sounded like a purring engine as he kept his gaze on me.

Later at night, I was dressed in a black sundress that reached my above my knee but left my back bare and exposed some part of my cleavage. My hair was pulled up in a ponytail while I wore a smoky makeup. I found myself in the master bedroom afterwards finding only Kyle wearing a pair of sweatpants only  while Darren was still fully dressed in suit.

I almost rolled my eyes at his overseriousness making me wonder if he would even enjoy this or this was mainly just for his friend.

Before I could say anything, he approached me in fast strides, grabbing a box of wipes from a nearby counter and a bottle of alcohol. He threw the wipe on my face while Kyle just stood behind him, arms folded over his chest, exposing toned abs and well sculptured biceps.

"Clean that nonsense on your face and drink something." He shoved the bottle in my chest.

I hurriedly did as told, my mind racing fast as I wondered what dangerous thing they could do if I hesitated or did anything wrong. The alcohol burned my throat but I took enough to make me feel overly confident and aroused.

Darren pulled me by the ponytail and made me stand between him and Kyle. Their towering and imposing physique was enough to make weak in the knees as I could feel my pussy get drenched.

Such betrayal when I should be scared.

Scared of waking up to claws around my throat when they eventually find out who I am. Maybe my scent had wore off after a decade so they wouldn't know.

"Kneel." Darren commanded and soon I could hear zippers coming undone.

I went down on my knees, eyes on the ground like Carol taught me. I felt Kyle's hand grab my hair while Darren gripped my chin, pulling my face upwards.

"Let's have a proper introduction, shall we?"

Before I could compose myself, Darren had let out his hard member making my eyes widen. It was a huge length and it made me wonder if I could fit this into my mouth.

"You know what to do." He pulled out a gun and my heart started racing wondering that was for. I stated dangerous situations for the thrill in my form, not have a gun trailing down my face.

I caressed his dick with my hand, gripping the hot member as hard as I could even though my fingers could barely go round. I started flickering my tongue around the tip like I'd been taught before slowly pushing it past between my lips. Meanwhile, Kyle stood behind me caressing my scalp.

Darren didn't like that I was being careful as it was ruining the fun so he grabbed my head and pushed it downwards, making me choke and gag as I felt him hitting the back of my throat and he still hadn't fit in half! Yet, I loved the taste and smell of him. The muskiness and the outdoor smell making my arousal worse.

Kyle stepped forward and I looked up at his length surprised that they shared similar size. My stomach fluttered, my core twitching and itching to have them. Out of excitement, I raised an arm and started grasping Kyle's dick while Darren fucked my mouth with his.

Actually, I might have to thank Carol for this. I was having fun. And this is just the beginning.