Owning Her Curves (3 page)

Chapter 8

              “We want to put you in a collar.  It’s like an animal collar, but obvious made especially for you.”

              Her eyes widened in surprise.  “You want me to be an animal?”

“Yes, we want you to know to whom you belong.  It’ll make you solely dependent on us and make you realize how well we take care of you.  How much you’re worth to us.  Give you a place to stand again.”

“I don’t understand,” she said, her confusion and concern clearly visible on her face.  “I’m your kitten already.”

“Yes you are,” Dom agreed.  “This will be an added layer of submissiveness.  We will control your every minute of life.  From when you rise in the morning, till the time you go to bed.  We will take care of everything for you.  All you need to do is play and obey.  Do you think you can do that?”

“I have to wear a collar?”

“Yes.”

“Why?  I can do all you want without –”

“The collar serves as a reminder to all of us that you are dependent upon us, that we are your owners.  It reminds you to let go, give up control to us.  It reminds us that you are ours to care for, to make sure you are safe so you can surrender to us. We will use it to control you.  You will use it to submit.”

“I don’t know …”

The men waited for her to digest the idea. She had to decide.

She looked from one to the other, trying to read their trustworthiness.  This was a different level of enslavement for her.  Could she do it?

“May I have a pink one?” she asked her voice wavering but clear.

The men laughed throatily.

Chapter 9

They let her hold the collar, getting used to its texture and weight.  It was high grain leather, thick but slender, the inside a soft suede.  It was pink.  The ring in the front was silver.  John handed over the leash as well.  It too was supple leather but black.

When she put the collar up against her throat, Sofia heard the men grunt with primitive satisfaction.  She unbuckled the collar and then passed it and the leash back to John.  She turned and held up her hair, waiting for him to put it on her.

John’s hand shook slightly as he raised it to her throat.  Slipping the collar around her throat, it felt more like a possessive caress than a condescending entrapment.  After buckling it on her, he trailed his fingers around her neck just above it.  He felt her shiver beneath his touch.  He pulled her hair into a ponytail and tied it up.  Turning her to face them, the two men couldn’t help but groan as they saw her collared.

“Ours,” John growled.

“Yes,” Dom agreed.

Sofia lowered her eyes but nodded her head.

“Yes, sir, and master,” she acquiesced.

Chapter 10

“On your knees,” John commanded gruffly.  She slid to the floor without hesitation.  “On your hands too.”

When she was on all fours, he leaned down and put on the leash.  The hard clink of the clip stirred him to hardness.  Dom had a similar reaction.

“What a pretty kitten you are.” John murmured.  “So beautiful.”  He ran his calloused fingertips lightly down her spine.  He smiled when he felt the goose bumps raise up on her cool skin.  “Dom is going to put a tail on you kitten.  It’s attached to an anal plug.  You need to relax this pretty bottom of yours.”  His big, powerful hand skimmed over her ample ass.  He ran his thick finger down her now wet slit.

“Fuck,” John whispered when he heard her give a small meow signaling her pleasure.  He continued pulling her copious wetness upward toward her puckered hole.

When the lubricant bottle popped, she took a sharp intake of breath.

“Relax kitten,” John purred himself.  He took both his hands and rubbed the two sides of her ass to get rid of some of the tension in her body.  Dom kneeled down behind Sofia.  Quickly he got her ready and implanted the cat tail butt plug.  She gasped as it went in.  It didn’t hurt as much as the first one had, but there was some pain.  Dom licked at her slit to moderate it.

She meowed and flopped down onto her side.  She looked up at John and Dom beseechingly.  John knelt down on one knee.  “What’s wrong kitten?” he asked, his eyes full of concern.  She rubbed her hand against her stomach scar.  His eyes flicked to the scar and then back to hers.  He reached out and laid a heavy, warm hand on her stomach.  His heart broke a little when he heard her mewl softly.

“It hurts baby,” he said stroking her trying to soothe the nerve damage.  “I’m sorry kitten.”

Sofia got back up on her hands and knees.  With deliberate movement, she climbed up onto John’s knee, nuzzling her face in his chest.  He sat down and pulled her into his lap and held her, his large hand on her stomach, gently caressing her.

If only they had gotten to her earlier, he thought with tremendous guilt.

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Instead of just dropping Sofia off at the church where her PTS meeting took place, Dom and John waited with her outside while the group members filed in.  Dom held her close to him, her back to his front, so she could see who was there for the meeting.  He and John wanted to see Eric for themselves.  More importantly they wanted Eric to see them.

Sofia acknowledged the rest of the group members with a nod of her head, but with Eric, as soon as she saw him, she disentangled herself from Dom and walked up to the brown-haired, tall, skinny guy in a flannel shirt and jeans.  John and Dom looked at one another with amazement as they watched her hug the other man.  They hadn’t realized the relationship involved touching already.  She grabbed his hand and brought him over to meet them.

“Eric, this is Dom and John,” she began. “My …”

“Boyfriends,” John supplied readily, putting his hand out to shake.

“It’s nice to meet you both,” Eric greeted, gripping their proffered hands tightly.

“You too,” John replied not quite sneering but pretty close.  This boy needed to know he couldn’t hurt their Sofia without there being consequences – them.

“You both are – Sofia’s – boyfriends?” Eric managed to stutter out, getting the near sneer he had been given.

“Yes,” Dom asked without elaborating.  He pulled Sofia back to him and kissed her passionately.

“Wow,” she whispered, when their kiss broke.  She smiled up at him.

“Remember what we talked about in the car,” he asked her returning her smile.  “You need to be the first to share at group tonight and speak for at least ten minutes about what happened to you.  Are you going to obey?”

“Yes master,” she said softy so no one else could hear.  “I will obey.”

“Good kitten.  Now give sir a kiss.”

Sofia kissed John ardently.

“Thank you,” she said after she pulled away.  “For your – direction.”

“It’ll help you to move forward kitten, which will be good for you.”

“I understand sir.  I’ll obey.”

“Good girl.  We’ll be back at seven thirty.”

The men’s eyes narrowed when they saw Eric take Sofia’s hand and walk her into the church.  He looked back at them with a smug, satisfied grin on his face.  It looked like it was going to take a hard lesson to get through to Sofia’s new “friend.”  John and Dom shared with one another but not with anyone else.  Ever.

Chapter 12

When Sofia came out of the church, she saw the two of them waiting for her.  God they were so gorgeous.  They were in jeans.  John wore a button down shirt with a black motorcycle jacket.  Dom wore a white t-shirt with a sports coat.  Both outfits seem to highlight their long lean bodies in delicious ways.

Then there were their handsome faces.  Both ruggedly beautiful but in their eyes she could see kind souls.  Dom was intense but his eyes could hold the greatest tenderness in them.  John was more laid back but the need she sometimes saw in his eyes, would take her breath away.

The words of the women in the group were made all the more sharp by her analysis of how good these men were.  They did deserve someone better than her.  Women like the ones in the group, pretty, skinny, who implied that point with their words and tone as they asked her about her “boyfriends.”

“They’re both dating you?” one of them had asked innocently enough, but Sofia hadn’t missed the slur in her voice when she said “you.”

The moderator had steered the conversation back to Sofia’s revelations about her experience with
him
, but the damage had been done.  She finished her ten minutes of sharing and retreated back into her shell.  Even Eric couldn’t get a smile from her at the end of group.  He deserved better than her as a friend too.

She walked out of the church as fast as she could and didn’t say good-bye to Eric or the therapist who called out to her.  She had been living in a fantasy but now she had been brought back to earth and reality.  Big girls like her didn’t have boyfriends, plural.

Instead of walking toward John and Dom, she turned in the opposite direction and walked away from them.  She was leaving.

She heard John calling her name, but she didn’t stop.  He would tire of following her and go home with Dom.  They would both eventually tire of her.  She was not only used goods but damaged goods.  Fat, ugly and scarred beyond repair, both physically and emotionally.  She was sick and tired of living with the pain.

“Sofia!” John grabbed her arm and stopped her.  He stood in front of her.  She looked up at his beautiful green eyes and saw concern there.  “Where are you going?  What happened?”

“Hey Sof!  Are you ok?” one of the women who had questioned her about her relationship with John and Dom came up to her asking.  She was just a couple of inches shorter than John.  Long blond hair that was full and soft, and blue eyes that conveyed a false sense of worry looked at her for a second and then turned to look at John.  “She shared a lot today in group and I think it might have overwhelmed her.”

“Oh,” John sounded.  “Well thanks for your concern but I think I can take care of her from here.”

“No, let me leave the two of you here to take care of each other,” Sofia whispered and then pushed her way past John and the woman.  The woman smiled up at him and grabbed hold of his arm.  He broke her grasp easily enough and followed after Sofia.

“Sofia, stop!” he barked at her.

She did as commanded.  Her breathing was coming hard.  Tears were falling down her cheeks.

“Sofia what is going on?” John asked grabbing her by the arms, his worry evident on his masculine face.  “What happened?”

“You deserve more than this,” she said, waving her hand at herself.  “I see that again.  I need to leave before you leave me.”

“What brought you this revelation?” he asked gritting his teeth.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Not to me or Dom.”

“The women in group …” she began.

“Why are you listening to them?”

“I don’t want to embarrass you.”

“Embarrass me how?”

“By being seen with me.”

“We aren’t embarrassed by being seen with you.”

“I understand why you would be embarrassed –”

“Quiet,” John growled.

She immediately obeyed.

“Turn around and get in the truck.  Now!”

Once she was in the truck’s backseat, John turned back and looked at Sofia from the passenger seat.  “Look at me Sofia,” John said his voice low and firm.

Her eyes flitted back and forth between her lap and his face.  Finally they settled on him when she heard him grunt with irritation.  She gasped at the fury in his green eyes, which made them as sharp as emeralds.

“Tell us what happened,” he ordered her as Dom took off.

“Some women in group asked if we were all dating,” she reported softly.

“And?” he prompted.

“They couldn’t believe you both would be – seeing me.”

“Why does that matter to you?”

“It doesn’t.  I understand why they felt that way.  It reminded me that – that you both need – better than me.  I’m … I’m …”

“You’re what?”

“Fat, ugly and damaged goods,” she said softly.

“Shit!” John yelled.  Sofia jumped, startled by his frustrated outburst.

He was silent the rest of the way home.

Chapter 13

“Undress, now.” John commanded her as soon as they entered the house.

“Here?” she squeaked.

“What did I say?” he growled.

She quickly took off her jeans and sweater.  She wore no bra or panties.  Deferentially she kept her eyes lowered.

Dom came over and put the pink collar on her.  After snapping the leash on, he handed it over to John.  John grabbed the ring on the collar.  He pulled up on it and made her look at him.  Her eyes held tears in them.

“Kitten you are going to be punished,” he told her quietly.  “I am going to spank that gorgeous ass of yours until it’s red.  Do you know why?”

As she shook her head, the tears began to fall.  John wiped them away with his thumb.

“Because you doubt our love for you,” he said to her calmly.  “I am angry that you would believe those girls’ words over your own experience with us.  We have never acted like we were ashamed of you.  We aren’t.  You need to know that, to your bones.  Hopefully a spanking will make you realize how bad a girl you are when you distrust our love for you.  Do you understand?”

“Y – es, sir.”

“Good girl.  Come on.”

He led her with the leash downstairs to the basement where the playroom was.

John sat down in a chair with no arms.  He grabbed a pillow and put it on his lap.  It would help to support Sofia and soften her position of being on top of his thick, hard thighs with her scarred stomach.  With the leash he led her down onto her knees and over his lap.  Her hands fell to the floor and helped to support her.  Grabbing the ring on the collar, he pulled her head up.  “Head up kitten.  Eyes forward,” he told her.  “Yes, sir,” she replied her voice trembling.

He heard her whimper when he laid a hand on her ass.  He smiled slightly.  Dom sat down in front of Sofia, looking her in the eye.  Smiling at her, he bopped her on the nose with his finger.  “It’ll be all right kitten,” he told her firmly.  “After this you will never forget that we love you.  We love you so much that we’ll punish you to make sure you know.  Do you understand?”

“No master, I don’t understand.  Please don’t hurt me –”

She cried out.  The smack resounded around the soundproof room.

“How many John?” Dom asked.

“25.”

“Sounds right.”

He spanked her again.  Hard.  This time on her left buttock.  He tried to not hit her on the same spot twice.  The third blow fell with a ringing crack. This time he slipped his fingers between her legs, tapping her clit.  She moaned at the dissonance between the pain and pleasure.  They both seemed to heighten one another. “Sir,” she whispered, closing her eyes.  “Please.”

His hand smacked her cheek with another resounding crack. She cried out again.  She gasped at he smacked her cunt, almost coming.  Tender warmth quickly followed the sting. 

“Don’t you come,” Dom warned.  “Or you’ll get ten more.”

“Yes master,” she exhaled.

Six more blows led him down her thighs.  His hand brushed against her swollen womanhood and she almost climaxed. As John’s hand rained down on her red, splotchy ass, Dom reminded her why she was being punished.

Sofia had disrespected them all with her thoughts and behavior today.  The months they had spent together were treated as if they meant nothing.

“Do we mean nothing to you?” Dom asked, his voice low but strong.

“No master,” Sofia sobbed.  “I – I – love you both.  I’m sorry I disrespected your love for me.”

“You also disrespected your love for us.  Do you know what it means to us to hear that you love us?  I feel like I could do anything now that I know you’re in my corner.”

“Invincible,” John agreed.

“I’m so sorry.”  Sofia let the tears loose.

“I love you,” Dom told her very clearly, as he wiped away her tears.  “John loves you.  Don’t every doubt that again.  Nothing can separate you from our love.  Nothing.

“You are ours.  No one is going to take you from us, including yourself.  Every time you let your hatred of yourself try to drive you away from us, you will be punished.  Do you understand kitten?”

“Yes master.”  Her tears had slowed as she realized the enormity of their love for her.  “You truly love me.  By punishing me, you are showing me how much you love me.  You won’t let me be my own worst enemy.”

“Right kitten.  There are enough people in the world trying to make us feel less than worthy.  Let’s not do it to ourselves.”

“Yes master,” she cried out again as John struck his final blow to her ass.  He could make out his handprint on her body and grunted his satisfaction.

John turned her over, towards him and gathered her to his hard body.   As he stroked her hair, he kissed her on the top of her head.  Tilting her head up, he smiled softly at her.  His heart jumped when she returned it.

“Don’t ever forget that I love you,” John told her, his voice rough with emotions.  “No matter what anyone says, always believe in us – the three of us.  Together we are strong and can handle anything.  You understand?”

“Yes sir, I understand.  And … I love you John.”

His heart did another flip at her words.  “I love you too Sofia,” he whispered into her ear.  She grinned up at him.

“And I love you Dom,” Sofia continued, turning her head to her master.

“I love you too Sofia,” Dom purred.  “John, I think this amount of progress deserves a reward.”

“Yes,” John agreed readily.  He got up carrying her to the king-size bed in their playroom.  As they stripped, Sofia watched them with hungry eyes.  She would never tire of seeing their tattooed, hard bodies.  Wanting to leave kisses all over them but also wanting to stop at their cocks in order to worship their manhoods, she reached out to bring them in closer.

It was all humid breathing, nipping teeth, and hot tongues for the longest time.  The three lay there kissing one another, needing the intimacy of face-to-face contact.

Before long the need in their bodies developed to a point beyond any return.  John laid down, his cock standing at attention.  Sofia straddled him.  Grabbing him, she ran him up and down her slit, getting him wet.  She groaned as he easily slid himself inside her.

John held her hips steady, while Dom entered her from behind, after lubing himself up.  “Oh master!” she cried out.  Kneeling behind her, Dom jackhammered himself into her while John slowly, sensuously fucked her pussy.

It was hours before they gave her permission to orgasm.  When she did, she nearly screamed the house off its foundation.  As they lay in bed, a tangle of legs, arms and torsos, Sofia still felt the pain from the spanking they had given her.  It was a sweet reminder of a learned lesson.  They loved her.  She loved them.  That was all that mattered.  Sir and Master had rescued her, tamed her and now owned her.  Forever.