All Chapters of They Are Mine: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

His fingers tightened slightly, not painfully. But I knew if I continued to pull away from that hold, it would get painful, and it would have been all my fault for fighting a Master. I sighed internally and forced myself to not let his beautiful deep eyes drag me into them again. "You don't look fine, Bethany," he commented, his piercing eyes not missing a thing. "I am. My friend Lori and I are out celebrating tonight. I'm just a bit tired," I explained, then winced when I realized the error of my words.I had meant not to show any signs of weakness to him. I knew his instinctive need to take care of me would pop up, and he would not leave me alone after that."It's more than that," he stated as his eyes searched my face inch by inch.I tried hard to bury my feelings of claustrophobia and extreme exhaustion that had been swamping me since I walked through the door. Yet, the minute Kevin's grip on my arm grew tighter and he pinned me against the counter, I knew I had failed. He shove

The smokeless night greeted me like an old friend, but I did not stop as I raced headlong down the streets. I knew I must have looked like a crazed hooker with the way Lori had dressed me, but I couldn't care less. Before long, the pressing need to run drained out of me, and my scrambling turned to fast walking. However, it was not until I was blocks away from the nightclub before my footsteps stalled out with a single thought.Lori… I had left without telling her anything or even waiting for her. We had taken a cab to the club together and so not only was I alone, but I was also on foot. I sighed with resignation and grabbed for my purse to text her in hopes that she would check it before looking for me."Damn it!" I cried when I realized I had left that behind as well. "Fuck!" I stomped my foot down like a petulant child several times until the heel of my stiletto broke off. That's when the tears came, blinding my vision and ruining the make-up that Lori had spent so long perfecting

I lifted a shaking hand and pointed towards the alley. Trev shoved us towards the door his eyes never leaving the darkened street. "Go inside and do not leave the area until I come back," he demanded. "But-," Vie began to argue. "NO!" he practically shouted. "GO!"Vie grabbed my hand and dragged me inside while glaring at Trev the whole way in. "What the hell are you doing now?" Martin yelled as soon as we stepped in. "You ain't using my phone again, woman."I jumped and turned to him, unable to say anything in my defense. For the first time ever, Vie was the one jumping to my defense. "We sure as hell are gonna use your phone! We need to call the cops. My friend just about got kidnapped on your front steps because you refused to let her stay inside based solely on how she looks! My family knows every lawyer and judge in this town, and if your attitude doesn't change, I'm going to sue your ass for discrimination and own this dump!" Her posture was so straight and so intimidating

Two little nubs pressed back, telling me that the closeness affected her, as well, which turned me on even more.I bit my lip to keep a moan behind them, not wanting to let the world know how much these two were arousing me with nothing more than what should have been a simple hug. Alyssa, however, the sadist, had other ideas. Her hands lightly slid up my sides, sending a shiver back down heading straight to my clit. Her torturous appendages stopped at the sides of my breasts and stayed there. Alyssa's thumbs were mere inches from my nipples that were just begging to be touched.They moved in a faux soothing motion that would have fooled anyone watching into thinking she was just trying to relax me. But she, better than anyone else, knew how sensitive I was to the gentle brush of a hand and was taking full advantage of it. I shifted in a desperate attempt to remove those teasing caresses. But Kevin had moved his arms to keep me pinned between them. I couldn't retreat, I couldn't run,

Once my knees allowed me to walk, I hustled up the stairs to the guest room that I had seen the last time I was here. I had not actually stayed in it, because I spent the night with Kevin and Alyssa in their bed down in the playroom. The thought reminded me that they were downstairs in the playroom right now. Kevin was probably commanding Alyssa to undress before he tied her to the St. Anthony's cross. It was his favorite thing to use next to the sawhorse he loved to use to paddle a naughty little sub on. My body flushed again as I remembered the feeling of his hand on my ass the last time I was here. By the time I was done with my shower, my whole body was achy and needy all over again. I had no idea how I was going to survive watching those two play together and not spontaneously combust. But I knew if I didn't hurry up, they might come up and drag me down there. Or worse, finish without me.I stood at the top of the stairs looking down into the darkened room. I could hear the erot