"That's what I like to hear," James says with a satisfied smile. "Now, why don't you get up and fetch me a fresh glass of water while I finish getting dressed?" He releases your arms, giving you a chance to sit up before leaning in close again and whispering, "And be sure not to take too long about it."

James freezes at her words, his expression shifting from lustful to wary in an instant. He takes a step back, regarding you with narrowed eyes. "Is that so?" he says carefully. "And why do you think that might be?"

James studies you for a long moment, taking in your defiant expression. Then, with a sly grin, he moves back towards the bed, sitting down on the edge and patting his lap invitingly. "Come here," he says, his voice still soft but commanding nonetheless.

You hesitate for a moment, glancing around the room as if searching for an escape route before finally relenting and obeying.

As you climb onto his lap, James wraps one arm around your waist and pulls you close, pressing your body against his. His free hand comes up to cup your breast once more, massaging roughly as he squeezes your nipple between thumb and forefinger. You cry out at the sensation, arching into his touch despite yourself.

"That's it," he whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Just remember who's in charge from now on."

James's expression hardens at your protest, and he steps closer to you, his voice low and menacing. "You will address me as 'Master'," he says through gritted teeth. "And from now on, you are my property." He glances over at the servant who has paused, waiting for your compliance.

The air between you feels tense and electric, as if a spark might ignite at any moment. Do you submit to James's demand or continue to defy him?

James's face contorts into a furious snarl as you refuse to address him as "Master." He grabs your arm roughly, yanking you closer to him. "You will learn your place," he hisses through clenched teeth, "or I will make sure that you suffer for it." His words send a shiver down your spine, and the look in his eyes chills you to the core.

Without saying a word, Tom practically tosses her into the car before climbing in after her and slamming the door shut. He turns to face her, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looks her up and down hungrily. Tim follows suit, shoving her roughly across the seat before climbing in beside her, trapping her between them.

"Now where were we?" Tom growls, leaning in close to nip at her neck once more.

Without giving her time to think, Tom roughly yanks her shirt over her head, tossing it aside and revealing her bra-clad breasts to his greedy eyes. He groans softly as he cups one of them in his hand, massaging her nipple roughly through the lace fabric. Meanwhile, Tim has moved lower on the seat, leaning over her to yank down her panties in one swift motion. His hot breath fanned across her wet folds as he growls, "

Tom rolls off her, his cock still hard as he watches the rise and fall of her chest. "I'll be right back," he mutters before climbing out of bed and heading toward the bathroom. He doesn't bother closing the door behind him; they both know she's not going anywhere.

As he relieves himself, he wonders how long it will be until they find another girl like Poppy to play their games with. He knows it won't be long;

Tom grins to himself in the mirror before washing his hands and returning to the bedroom. As he climbs back into bed beside her, he can't help but wonder how long it will be until they find another girl like her. The thought both excites him and fills him with a sense of ownership; she may not belong to them yet, but she soon will.

He rolls onto his side, facing her, and trails his fingers up her arm, tracing the path of goosebumps raised by his touch. "So,"

Tom felt his control slipping as he watched her writhe beneath them. His movements became more frantic and intense, each thrust deeper than the last. He reached down to grip her breast roughly, squeezing it hard enough to leave bruises. "Cum for us," he growled in her ear, his voice hoarse with desire.

As if by some unspoken agreement, Tim and Tom began to move together, their bodies synchronized in a brutal dance of dominance and submission.

Tom laughed darkly as he felt her struggling against him. "Because we can," he growled before roughly pulling off her shirt, revealing her perky breasts to the cool night air. Her nipples were already hard and erect from fear and arousal. Tim leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he moaned softly. "You're so fucking sexy," he whispered before moving to capture one of her nipples between his teeth, biting down gently.