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Chapter Ten

Today was a fairytale, you've got a smile, takes me to another planet
Every move you make, everything you say is right, today was a fairytale

- Taylor Swift, Today was a fairytale

The next day, Renesmee awakened in bed alone and a bit achy, but that wasn't out of the ordinary. She'd never been a morning person. Still, she did have renewed confidence. Today was a new day, and she had plans for how to make it better.

She wanted the brothers to hold nothing back, give her their all, and make love to her. So she'd decided that if the men continued to hold out on her, she'd just work harder to seduce them. Even if it meant bending to their way of thinking. She was there to look out for their pleasures, not her own. That's what they'd told her from the beginning.

She could do this. She would do this. She loved it when they got all worked up when she gave them oral sex. She'd just . . . do it more. Without having to be told.

With a grin, she headed for the bathroom and her morning shower. She'd start by not making one of them fetch her, as they always did. She would go down in nothing but her birthday suit to the pool area where they always ate breakfast. She wouldn't grumble. She'd even kneel on that damn pillow and eat their leftovers without so much as scowl.

But she stopped in her tracks when she got down to the pool terrace and saw the table. Three chairs. Three plates of food. Three glasses of orange juice and three cups of coffee.

She glanced around, looking for a bush big enough to duck behind. Damn it, why'd they pick today to have a guest over?

"Ahh, good morning, puss." Jacob stepped onto the terrace fully dressed in causal jeans and black polo shirt.

Damn, damn, damn. Where were his swimming trunks? He always wore swim trunks in the morning! She glanced at the pool, but realized the clear blue water wouldn't shield her nudity from the yet unseen third person. There was a fichus on the corner of the patio, but it wouldn't cover much. She suddenly felt like Eve after eating the forbidden fruit.

Jake came out right behind Jacob and gave her a lazy grin. "G'morning, baby." He walked up to her, cupped her cheek in his palm and gently kissed her on the mouth.

Damn her body for reacting to his touch even when she was terrified of who else would be showing up. She gripped his biceps and returned the kiss, even as her gaze stayed firmly on the patio doors.

"Mmm," Jake murmured as he pulled away. "A very good morning. Sleep well?" His fingers traced along her jaw, down her neck.

Her heartbeat sped, and her body tingled, but she couldn't help that. Never could help it when one or both of these beautiful men touched her. She pulled her gaze from the doors and glanced at Jake's denim jeans and T-shirt. He was dressed, too.

"Kitten?" Jacob said as he moved up next to her. "What's wrong? You look a little skittish this morning."

She shook her head and then nodded. "Who's here?" she asked in a whisper, her gaze darting back to the open doors, still expecting to see someone come out.

Jacob grinned. "Just us." Then he leaned down and captured her lips with his.

Her worry vanished under his tender assault. She moaned and leaned into him as his arms wrapped around her. Yes. This is what she wanted. This and so much more. She could feel the heat of his body, the hard ridge of his erection against her belly.

Just us, he'd said. So they were alone. And this was the perfect time to set her plan into motion. She pulled back and grinned at Jacob. "Good morning, my master."

He cocked a thick eyebrow at her, an amused smile playing on his orgiastic lips. "Yes. It definitely is."

She pulled back a bit farther and was about to go down on her knees to give Jacob his morning blowjob, when Jake gently caught her arm. Okay, Jake first. She grinned.

"Have a seat, mi travieso pussycat," Jake said, then led her to the third chair at the table.

Her smile slipped. What was going on? Why didn't they want . . . She swallowed hard and lowered herself to the chair. Her hunger vanished, and a cold fear settled in her bones. They didn't want her anymore.

No, that couldn't be right. Hadn't Jacob's body just proven that not to be the case? So why was she all of a sudden allowed to sit at the table? Why wasn't she on her knees between them as she had been for the past five days? Why didn't they want their morning pleasures?

Jacob and Jake sat down in their usual chairs, picked up their napkins and spread them open on their thighs. That was new; they didn't usually do that. They usually had her mouth around one of their cocks while they ate.

"Um . . . Masters?" She spoke softly, afraid to voice her questions, but unable to keep from asking. Afraid to keep guessing.

"You may speak," Jacob said, then lifted his coffee mug to his lips.

"Why?" was all that came out.

Jake took a bite of sausage, obviously deferring to Jacob to explain . . . whatever.

"Why what, puss? Why are you seated at the table and not on the floor? Why are you eating from your own plate and not ours?"

She nodded.

He smiled, then reached over and touched her cheek. So similar to the way Jake had. Her eyes drifted closed, and she sighed. She wondered how she would ever live without their touch once she left.

"We told you that this relationship is based on trust. Last night you showed that you are beginning to trust us by obeying us at the club, and then even more so when you asked us to hold you."

She opened her eyes when his hand moved away. Trust. How could she not trust these men when they'd lain in bed with her all night and hadn't tried to take advantage? Even though she'd been more than willing. They'd simply given her what she'd requested, and that had been to be held.

Her heart pinched, and she felt close to tears.

"Your training is coming along nicely, kitten," Jake said as he set his fork down and reached for her limp hand that lay on her lap, lacing his fingers through hers. "We know how hard this is on you, and that giving up control to us takes so much courage on your part. We cherish the fact that you are learning and trying to please us."

"Therefore," Jacob said, "since you are bending to our will, we are prepared to make concessions as well." He smiled, picked up her other hand, brought it to his lips, and tenderly kissed her palm. "As long as you behave, you will no longer be required to eat from our plates while seated on the floor." He winked. "At least, not most of the time."

She stared at them in turn, happy that she'd been given a reprieve, and ecstatic that the plan she'd decided to set in motion was already rolling, without her even having known. "Thank you, Masters. That means a lot to me."

Jacob kissed her fingertips, and Jake leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"Eat, kitten," Jacob said. "We've a long day ahead of us."

IllI

She hadn't known what to expect, but a day of shopping certainly had not been it. How many men would actually take a woman shopping? She grinned as the three of them meandered through the upscale department stores.

She doubted she'd ever felt sexier that she did at that moment. The dress Jacob and Jake had provided for her was classy, fire engine red, and had a sleeveless top and slightly flared skirt. She wore the laced stilettos from the evening before, and a naughty black thong rubbed in all the right places.

Besides the clothes, she had the two most gorgeous men with her. Jacob held her right hand, while Jake kept a proprietary hand on her lower back, giving a light, playful tug every now and then to dangling ends of the black silk ribbon they'd used to replace her collar.

She sighed with happiness. It just didn't get any better than this. With her demanding job, she didn't have much time to window shop. And never in her life had she gone shopping with a man, let along two of them.

My men.

Her heart stuttered and her feet stopped moving. Her men, but for how long? Until the end of next week? Until their allotted time ended, and she got on a plane and went back to California? And then she'd only see them every now and again when they were in town on business.

No!

"What is it, kitten?" Jacob said as he turned to face her.

"Uh . . ." She glanced around, looking for some kind of escape. She had to think about this. To figure out what she was doing. How in the hell was she going to say goodbye to these two amazing men when the time came?

She'd meant to keep her heart out of this, to have a holiday of hot, sweaty sex. But that hadn't happened. No, they weren't even having sex. Well, she was having foreplay, getting orgasms on regular basis, and so were they, but not like she'd expected.

Nothing was as she'd expected. Especially the fact that she was almost able to give up her hard-won control and let these two men take over her life. And she liked it. A lot. At least for now.

Her gaze landed on the jewelry counter a few feet away, and she headed toward it. She couldn't meet Jacob's piercing, all-too-knowing gaze. So she focused on the sparkling bronze topaz jewelry in the lighted glass case.

What hurt the most, she supposed, was knowing that no other man would ever satisfy her after she'd been with the Black brothers. The long sought-after dreams of romance to last lifetime were gone.

"Do you like those earrings?" Jake asked as he slid his big, warm hand up her back and pointed at a particularly pretty pair of earrings in the case. "They match your beautiful eyes."

Jacob moved up close on her other side and slipped his arm around her waist. "They do," he said. He leaned in and nuzzled his nose against her ear, his warm breath sending tingles racing down her arms. "The color of your eyes haunted my dreams for two years, mi gatita."

She shivered at his whispered words, his sexy accent rolling through her.

Oh, yes, she was in trouble with these two. She was ready to make love to them right here and now. Their voices, their touch, their spicy scents spun through her, making her entire body vibrate with longing and need.

"May I help you with anything today?"

Renesmee's eyes shot open—she hadn't even been aware they'd closed—and stared at the plump, well-groomed saleswoman across the counter.

"Yes. We'd like to see that pair, there." Jacob pointed to the earrings they'd been discussing.

"Very nice choice," the woman said as she unlocked the case. She lifted one earring from the velvet box and handed it to Jacob, who lifted it to Renesmee's ear.

"What do you think, mi hermano?"

Three heart-shaped, umber stones dangled from the fine, gold chain, gently brushing against her skin.

"Corazón," Jake said softly, his dark gaze on her eyes, not the earring Jacob held up.

She glanced at Jacob in time to see him nod. "We'll take them," he said to the saleswoman.

The woman's grin was huge. "Very, very nice choice."

"Wait." Renesmee caught Jacob's arm as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. "I'm sure those are way too expensive." From the saleswoman's smile, she was obviously going to land herself one heck of a commission.

"Nothing is too expensive for nuestra gatita." He leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose. "Besides," he said as he handed over his credit card, "we enjoy pampering you."

Pampering her. Who in her life had ever pampered her? Who had she ever allowed to pamper her? The answers were simple. No one.

She smiled. "Thank you, Masters," she whispered so the saleslady wouldn't hear.

Jake squeezed her shoulder and grinned, that sexy dimple showing. "You please us," he murmured in her ear, "more than you will ever know."

Pleasure skittered through her at his words. She wanted nothing more than to please them. And starting right now, until her time ended with them, she'd prove it.

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Jake turned on him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"I'm doing what you should've done earlier today."

"Don't give me that. I never agreed to act like an ass. It was never our plan to hurt her."

"She's fine—"

"Fine?" Jake leaned forward, his arms crossed on the table. "You call bringing her to tears fine?"

"Some lessons are harder than others to learn." Jacob found it more and more difficult to keep his voice low and calm. Harder to meet his brother's accusing glare.

"She wasn't under the table to learn a lesson, Jacob."

Renesmee wasn't the only one to have learned one either, he thought bitterly, but instead said, "She's still playing a game. Give us what she thinks we want to get what she's after . . . sex. This isn't a damn game."

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