my feet. Joseph removed my bra before sliding my panties down my legs in an unbearably slow glide. When I was fully bare before them, Joseph’s fingers tangled in my hair, and he guided me down onto my knees.
He shot a slightly twisted smile at Marco. “Would you like to go first?”
My brow furrowed, and I shifted with unease. My fingers knotted in front of my belly, twisting with anxiety.
“Put your hands on your thighs, angel.” Joseph’s voice had dropped to the deep register that made my core tingle. “Spread your legs. Show us that pretty pussy.”
A low moan slipped through my lips as I complied. Pleasure washed away my anxiety in a warm wave, Joseph’s firm control offering me blissful release.
“You’re so wet for us already,” Joseph rumbled, a hungry edge to his admiration.
His grip on my hair eased, and his fingers began stroking the long locks in a silky glide that made me melt. My lids grew heavy, and my eyes slid closed as I leaned into his touch.
“Look at me.” Marco’s command was gentle and warm.
I obeyed, smiling up at my imposing Daddy where he loomed over me, a protective shadow. He lifted his hand, and something sparkled, distracting me from his entrancing obsidian gaze.
An awestruck gasp filled my lungs. Marco held a delicate, glittering tiara. Graceful, curving lines of yellow gold filigree formed a dainty crown, and small, round cut diamonds glimmered at the end of each artistically styled tendril of precious metal.
“Marco.” I breathed his name, staring past the gorgeous gemstones to peer into the warm depths of his bottomless black eyes.
He lifted the crown in both hands, lowering it onto my head with slow, ceremonial purpose. “I thought my princess might like a tiara,” he murmured, his thick fingers brushing my hair as he secured it in place.
It’s too much. The protest teased at the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed it down. Marco was staring at me like I was the most breathtaking thing he’d ever seen. He wanted me to wear this for him.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I said instead, imbuing each word with the enormity of my love for him.
He caressed my cheek, handling me like his most precious, fragile possession. “Joseph has something for you too.”
Joseph appeared at his side, holding a glittering necklace that matched the tiara. It was crafted to sit close to my neck, the golden filigree dipping down into a gentle point that mirrored the lines of the crown atop my head. A single teardrop diamond glimmered at the center, designed to rest at the hollow of my throat.
My eyes stung, and when I looked up at Joseph, his aquamarine eyes shined, too. His features were softened by the same awe Marco showed me.
“I want you to have a pretty collar to match your tiara.” His voice was roughened by longing and hunger. “Will you accept it?” Unlike Marco, he wanted my permission. He wanted me to give myself to him willingly, placing myself at his mercy. My Joseph, my Master.
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered. “Please.”
His grin was like looking into the sun, almost blinding in its brilliance. Marco gathered up my hair with gentle hands, lifting it out of the way so that Joseph could secure the collar at my nape. The metal was cool against my throat for a long moment, but it warmed to my heated skin within a few heartbeats. The soft click of the clasp fastening it in place echoed through my entire body, rolling over me in a pleasurable shudder.
They each took one of my hands in theirs, guiding me to my feet. Then, they stood at either side of me, staring into the huge mirror above the fireplace with matching expressions of love and lust.
“Look how beautiful you are,” Marco rumbled, trailing his fingertips along the line of my jaw. Joseph traced the curves of the gold collar that encircled my throat, and I felt each stroke like an indelible mark inked into my skin.
I wanted to say something, to tell them how much this meant to me. How much they meant to me. But the words were too heavy, too many, and they crowded my chest with too much weight to leave my lips. The single tear that slid down my cheek as I greedily drank in our reflection seemed to be more than enough for my men. Joseph continued to trace his warm brand around my throat, and Marco kissed my glittering tear like it was more precious