They Are Mine

Chapter 5

Lizzie pulled away, and I saw a sprinkling of tears run down her cheeks as well. Lizzie slid back to Jack and Jordan, letting them surround her and help her back on the counter next to Mia. When they once again became the center of attention, I gratefully used the opportunity to slip back.

Mia and Lizzie were the best of friends, practically sisters, from what I could tell. I know they pretty much grew up together, and when they had moved to Portland, they got a job at the same place. It was rare to see one without the other. That was up until lately when they were collared by their Masters.

Mia had hooked up with Master Reed right after he had taken over Bean Me, the coffee company that we all had worked for at one time. I had heard rumors not too long ago that he had bought the company to get closer to Mia after a brief encounter between them here at the Dungeon. It was a sweet, romantic tale of a millionaire tycoon wasting money to get the woman he loved.

As for Lizzie, Jordan had stepped up as her Master when she had been about to quit the club after being unable to find the right Dom. Then when he finally broke the news that Jack was part of the deal as well, Lizzie had freaked out and ran away to a secluded cabin. But Jake and Jordan were two stubborn Masters that knew exactly what they wanted and had gone after her.

Whenever I thought about the two men jetting off to get their sub back, it made the young girl in me sigh with immense jealousy.

No one had ever wanted me that much.

I was deep in thought when I felt a warmth at my back. I jumped and spun around to find Master Kevin standing there, his blue-green eyes boring into me. With the only light in the room being one over the bar, most of his handsome face was cloaked in shadows, but I could still feel his intense stare burning into my soul.

A white T-shirt was stretched to its limits across the broad expanse of his chest leaving little, or nothing, to the imagination. The sleeves molded to his forearms like it was painted on, and the dark shade of his skin stood out in stark contrast to the bright white, giving him an almost dark glow.

His faded jeans were obviously well-loved based on how thread-bared they were. They were loose, and yet they seemed to show off his body to perfection, which made them a contradiction in their very existence.

It did not matter, either way, he could be wearing a circus tent. The sight, the feel, even the smell of his body was imprinted on my mind. The same way I could recall every soft, sweet, succulent detail of his beautiful wife at the drop of a hat.

I did not jump this time as I felt another warm body press up against me.

Mistress Alyssa.

My back practically tingled when I felt the brush of her soft breasts against it. I drew in a ragged breath, trying to tamper down the arousal that their presence enflamed.

“Hello, Bell," Kevin greeted me in a deep low voice.

Bell… Tinker Bell. Alyssa and Kevin had started calling me Bell since they, like everyone else, likened me to Tinkerbell. Not a comparison I enjoyed, but I had stopped arguing with them since it had pleased them so much.

In an instant, the memories of that night came rushing back, threatening to drown me.

- “She has quite a little temper, Master," Alyssa commented with a half-smile on her face.

She was staring down at me with a twinkle in her eye. I was almost positive she was not really mad about the remark I had made. However, I could tell she seemed really set on punishing me for it as well.

“I see that. Do you think it's a new thing? Or was she always like this?" he asked her.

It was extremely uncomfortable with them talking about me like I wasn't there. But after pushing my luck once I was not about to do it again. Right now, Master and Mistress were amused but, if I kept pushing the bratty sub, the punishment would go from being fun to being serious quick.

“From what I've seen at the gym, I think this is the real her. She threatened to beat a very large man because he called her Tinker Bell."

Master Kevin's smile flashed wider. “Tinker Bell, huh?"

I groaned inwardly. Please, no. I could tell by the mischievous look on his face that the nickname was to his approval. I bit my lip in terror... if Master really liked the nickname there was no way I was going to be able to stop him from using it. I certainly couldn't threaten to whoop his ass like I had so many other people. That would surely backfire on me almost literally.

Master Kevin's astute gaze picked up my agitation. “Don't like that name, huh?"

I shook my head.

“Speak up, sub," Master Kevin demanded.

“I am not a little fairy. I am not a vengeful little sprite hell-bent on making the world suffer when she gets pissed," I explained in a small voice. But my voice grew stronger when I stated the last objection. “Also, I am not a tiny little thing!"

“Baby, you are a tiny little thing," Master Kevin said with a delicious smile. “That's the way we like it. You're small enough to fit perfectly between us."

Kevin pulled his wife to him, cradling her to his chest. He was a grand total of 5'11", maybe hitting the 6-foot mark. His gorgeous wife was no more than 5'6", and he was very right that I would fit perfectly between them. The vision alone made it worth the comments about me being Tinker Bell. -

For the rest of that night, they had called me either sub or some version of Tinkerbell and I was not sure if they were doing it to purposely piss me off or to help me get over my aversion to that name. Maybe both, who knows? But it worked for the most part. I no longer got upset when one of my close friends called me Tinkerbell. However, that patience began and ended with them.

Right now, hearing his deep raspy voice utter that little pet name sent a chill down my spine, and I had to lock my knees to stop them from going weak.

“Hello, Sir," I said hoarsely, then winced at the inherent submission that echoed out of my voice.

I cleared my throat, cursing my body's reaction to them, and braced myself to greet Mistress Alyssa. I turned around slowly, keeping my eyes down on what I was hoping would be perceived as a sign of respect instead of my need to hide.

“Look at me, sub," she commanded with a gentle voice.

I really should have known better to think I was going to get away with hiding while Alyssa was around.