You Are Ours

My heart faltered from its normal rhythm as I stared in morbid fascination at the shiny piece of metal that encircled Mia's neck. Mia had been my best friend and constant companion for over ten years now and this was the first time I had ever seen her look this happy. She practically vibrated with joy as she gazed lovingly at her new Master as he finished hooking the chain-linked collar around her neck.An uncomfortable spark of recognition zipped through me as I hesitantly reach up and grasp the chain-linked necklace that Master Jordan had given me, not even two hours earlier. I had thought it was just a punk-metal piece of jewelry. At first glance, no one would have ever compared it to the collars that the subs around here wore. Never had I seen one that held the same two hearts and single key that mine had. However, at this moment I finally understood its signification."It is a collar you gave me, isn't it?" I breathlessly asked as my fingers ran over the only piece of decoration o

I looked up to find Jack holding it gently, almost reverently in his hands as if it were the most precious diamond in the world.To a sub, having your Master collar you is a big honor. It was his way of telling the D/s world that you are off-limits unless he says otherwise. To collar a sub is no little thing either. Often, it was likened to asking someone to proposing to you or move in with you. The removal or rejection of one was even more serious to both parties and not something anyone took lightly.The shock that they had collared me was nothing compared to the shock that now ran through my body when I realized exactly how much I wanted them both. Then again only a dead woman would be able to resist them. These men were like night and day in looks and personality. Still, they both were sexy as hell. Just one of them could bring a normal woman to her knees and together they would reduce her to a quivering pile.Jordan was shorter than Jack and kept his blonde hair impossibly short.

We looked over to find Reed leaning against the doorway, Mia was nowhere in sight."Mia went to get the limo," Reed said as if reading my mind, his mouth lifted in a grin at one corner."But if you don't need it right now, please let me know. I would be happy to let you use the room in the back. Lizzie, I think you know where it is. I seem to recall finding you and Master Jordan in there about three years ago."I jumped away from them quickly and hurriedly straightened my dress as I ducked my head as the embarrassment warmed my face. I silently cursed my skin which made the redness so obvious. You would think after the last three years in this club there would be little left that could embarrass me. But this situation was like being caught with your pants down in the back of your father's car. At that thought, my father's voice suddenly started ringing in my ears unsolicited."You're a slut, Elizabeth. A whore just like your mother," his voice slurred drunkenly and was angrily nasty.I

Mia stared at me for a moment longer as if she were about to say something. But in the end, she just nodded and left quickly. My heart twisted since I could have sworn, I had seen tears in her eyes."I'll miss you," I called softly, though I knew she couldn't hear me.I walked into my apartment feeling even more depressed and alone. I began to pack enough for a few days or a week if I wanted to. Ignoring anything in my closet that even screamed "sexy", I went straight for the giant winter clothes I had bought several years ago. I didn't want a single thing that reminded me of either Jordan or Jack. Sadly, as I looked through everything that Jordan had bought or I had bought to wear for him, I would find myself wondering what Jack would think of each one of them and wondering how he would react if I put one on.I viciously shoved the remainder of the clothes into the depths of the closet and grabbed a lot of warm clothes because a walk on the beach sounded just like something I needed r

I had successfully been hiding from him for the last week. Like most nights I was sleeping in Trev's bed because, despite my anger, I missed him terribly. Also, because my stupid father never thought to look for me in there, but it was not my father that found me; it was one of his buddies that was just as drunk as he was. I remember waking up as soon as the door opened and hid under the covers as his voice came to me from the dark."Hey, purdy lady. How's about you come out from under that cover, and we'll talk. Yer daddy's downstairs passed out drunk and I'm getting bored," he said as he sat on the edge of the bed.He smelled of urine, vomit, and whiskey and I had to try hard not to throw up as his stench seemed to surround me. I gripped the blanket tighter and tried to sink into the bed hoping that if I did not make any noise, he might leave me alone and I would be safe. Instead, he ripped the blanket off me with a triumphant laugh."Oh, you are purdy. Why don't you come sit on my l