“You smell like fucking sin.”
Stranger’s words felt even hotter against my skin, and my back arched, trying desperately to make contact with him. I couldn’t understand what it was about that man that made my body react so instantly, almost as if it was a chemical reaction binding me to him. I didn’t want to understand, either. It scared me too much.
“Are you going to leave?” I asked him, my voice soft and shaky.
“I…” I could feel his mouth moving against my shoulder blades, moving up until he breathed heavy, labored breaths in my mane of hair. “I don’t think I can… Pet.”
King walked back in moments later, and we sprang apart guiltily even though we weren’t doing anything wrong. King’s eyes lingered on the space Stranger had occupied a moment ago, but he didn’t say a word. He just moved to stand by me, his hand wrapping possessively around my waist. He was wearing pants now as well, but his chest was bare, just like Stranger’s.
“She’ll be here in twenty minutes,” he told me, loud enough for Stranger to hear.
My heart pounded louder. I wondered what would happen next. Would he kick the other man out and pretend none of this had ever happened? I could feel the resentment he felt for Stranger. It was so obvious in every word he said and every move he made.
“I want you to stay,” King told him.
I finally looked over my shoulder, not wanting to miss this exchange.
“Me?” Stranger asked bitterly. “Seems like you changed your fucking mind about having me around pretty fucking fast, old man.”
“Don’t try me,” King spat out. “I said I want you here. If you want to stay for the girl, you will. You sure as fuck won’t do it for yourself.”
Stranger walked up to us, and just like always, my body tensed when he was around. I wanted his fingertips on my skin. I wanted him to feel what he was doing to me. Of course, I could never admit that out loud, especially not with King in the same room.
“Do I get another turn?” Stranger asked, the hint of a laugh in his voice so obvious it made me cringe for him. Surely King wouldn’t let him get away with that tone.
“You will,” King replied smoothly, and my body shook with anticipation.
They both held on to me, as if they were afraid I’d just topple over. King’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close against his taut and toned body, and Stranger’s fingers squeezing my forearm like he owned me.
“Then I’ll stay,” Stranger said with a smile, looking into my eyes. Somehow I managed to hold his gaze, even though it felt burning hot. “For the girl.”
King pulled me against him, and I could feel his erection through his pants as he held me close. Stranger looked out of the window, his breath leaving marks on the cool glass.
King led me to the couch and sat me down on the cushions. Somehow, I didn’t feel naked at all. I felt like I belonged right there, in that room, with those two men having a plain view of my body. I couldn’t even think of what had happened earlier. Having two cocks inside me, fucking me with so much recklessness… It would make me lose my mind all over again, and I needed to stay focused.
“Do you know what’s going to happen, Pet?” King asked me.
My eyes finally left Stranger at the window, and lingered on my master’s concerned expression.
“I-I think so,” I whispered.
He took the ring off his finger and laid my palm out flatly between us. He placed the ring in my palm and clasped my fingers around it.
“I want you to wear my mark, Sapphire,” King said softly. “I want you to wear it forever.”
“Yes, I want–” I started, but he cut me off, placing a finger over my parted lips.
“You have to understand this means forever,” he said again. “No matter what happens, that brand stays there. It’s not like a tattoo, Pet. You can’t have it removed, maybe covered up, but it will always be there, underneath whatever you put over it.”
“You’re going to fucking brand her?” Stranger’s voice was incredulous as he moved away from the window, his eyebrows shooting up as he looked at us on the couch. “She’s not fucking cattle, you jackass.”
“I… I want it,” I said, my voice not nearly as frightened as I really felt. But I knew I wasn’t lying. I wanted this. I’d wanted it since I’d first seen his ring, those initials curving and intertwining together to make a beautiful pattern. I wanted to wear it on my skin, and if he would let me, I would keep it forever. I wanted to.
“Good girl,” King muttered, ignoring Stranger completely. He got up to his feet, leaving his ring in my palm.