The Reluctant Submissive: Courage to Change [The Men of Treasure Cove 14] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Rebecca Joyce

  “What do you have to say for yourself, little girl?” the blond man asked nonchalantly, stilling his hand and his belt. The woman arched her back again, a slight smile playing on her lips, steadying her feet and thrusting her ass arrogantly in the air.

  “Please, Sir, give me what I deserve, purge the sin from my flesh.” The dark and handsome man dipped his hand between her pussy lips and pulled a finger out covered in her shiny wetness. He put it to her lips and watched as she greedily sucked her own juices from his hand.

  Violet’s head reeled as she realized not only did the woman feel like she deserved this, but she wanted it. The scene was turning her on. With growing dismay, Violet could feel her own dark desire pooling low in her belly. She could feel a hint of wetness seeping through her own panties.

  She had to get out of here, she roughly said to herself, shaking her head to break the spell she fell under, forcing herself to go. But she never finished turning around. She had been so caught up in the scene before her, she had no idea that someone had entered the alcove behind her.

  “Find something you like?” his deep, gravelly voice whispered warmly in her ear as his large hands clasped her upper arms, holding her in place against his muscled chest. For a heartbeat, Violet felt as if she knew him, catching his earthy scent of his cologne and the soft drawl of his words. He seemed almost familiar, like déjà vu, but then the moment was gone and his strangeness and the invasion into her personal space came charging to the front of her mind.

  Startled by the fact that someone had snuck up on her so completely while she watched this intimate display of feminine debasement, she went completely still. Violet could feel her face blush hot and red with humiliation at being caught. Then she realized, with her mask on, he didn’t know her. So why should she be ashamed? Besides, he was the one sneaking up on people. But as his hands tightened on her arms, reality set in. Panic lanced down her spine. Her heart kicked into high gear.

  She took a sharp breath, ready to scream bloody murder. Before she had a chance to exhale, he forced a leather ball into her mouth and strapped it to her face. By the time she realized he had to let go of her arms to secure the ball gag, he already had her pinned back against his chest, his breath slow and steady against her neck. So much for a quick escape.

  Violet tried to scream through the gag, but he whispered quietly, without intimidation, in her ear, “Hush, my little flower. I am not going to hurt you. I give you my word. Just relax and take a deep breath. If you scream, those gentlemen will know you’ve been watching their little get-together uninvited. I’m sure they would be more than happy to include you in their fun as payment for admission.”

  That brought Violet quickly to her mental knees. He was right. Her head spun. She had to choose, the stranger standing at her back or the pack of aroused men beyond the sheer curtain. She had snuck up on this scene unaware, yet once she started to watch, she couldn’t deny the arousal she felt. There was something about watching and being caught watching that had her heart beating furiously. Though she couldn’t say the words, she knew what she wanted. What her body wanted, now all she had to do was get her mind to agree.

  “Just breathe, my little flower,” he whispered in her ear as he nudged her toward the rail. He pushed her against the cold metal so she was balancing precariously on her heels, her ass pushing into his slowly hardening groin, her nose inches from the sheer lace.

  The unknown gripped her heart at the thought of one of the audience members glancing her way, catching her behind the curtain. But all eyes were focused on the submissive woman on the altar, panting with pain and pleasure as the dark and handsome man spanked her ass in between flicks of his finger over her clit. Her arms had buckled and she held her body up on her elbows, her breasts bouncing heavily with every slap.

  He laughed in her ear. “Someone knows how to take her licks, little flower. Now don’t move or I will send you over the rail and into their lusting arms, understand?”

  Violet could only nod her head, her body enthralled by the sound of his husky voice. He pulled her arms up above her head and then spread them widely apart. He pinned her against the rail as his hands worked deftly, tying her wrists one at a time with silken ropes to wooden handgrips set into the wall on either side of the curtained opening. The grips were placed slightly in front of the rail, forcing her to continue to lean forward, her pussy pressed against the cold metal, her legs straining slightly in her compromising stance. He gently guided her hands to the grips as he finished tightening the ropes with a definitive tug. “Hold onto those, little flower. We don’t want you to lose your balance, now do we?”

  Somewhere in her brain, the cold analytical side of her wondered why those grips were there. It seemed like an odd place for hand grips and rope.

  He laughed lightly under his breath as he inserted a foot between her legs, pushing them apart with his knee until she was standing as wide-legged as the woman bent over the altar. He stepped back and Violet could feel the fresh air rush into the space between them. She pictured him looking at her, spread-eagle and completely immobilized, not sure if she should be more terrified of the unknown danger at her back or the witnessed peril in front of her.

  Blood pounded in her ears as she realized the last vestige of her alcoholic haze had burned off with the adrenaline surge. She wanted to struggle against her bonds, panicked like a trapped animal, but she knew that any noise she made would draw unwanted attention from the room beyond the curtains, and though a tiny part of her mind relished that thought, she made the decision then and there to accept his brand of dark intent over the altar and its congregation of men with raging hard-ons and lascivious leers. Violet held her breath, squinting with her eyes closed, trying to block the tears, refusing to let him see her cry.

  “You’re missing the show, little flower,” he whispered in her ear, startling her out of her thoughts for the second time. Violet squeezed her eyes shut even harder. She tried to maintain some level of self-determination, but his husky voice sliced through her consciousness as he ran a finger down her jaw line. “Open your eyes and watch, my little flower, or you will become the one who is being watched.”

  Violet blinked back a misting of tears as she opened her eyes to look into the space beyond the curtains. Through the lace, she saw that the woman was now on her hands and knees on the altar. The dark and handsome man was lounging in front of her on a pile of cushions, his jacket discarded and his shirt opened, revealing a layer of steel abs under dark skin. He watched as the woman deftly undid his pants and loosened his boxers, releasing his straining cock directly in front of her face. She looked up at him and asked permission before bending her head gratefully to slowly, seductively lick the head of his throbbing dick with her tongue. Violet watched as more men sitting in the chairs and chaises pulled out their dicks and begin stroking themselves.

  “Erotic, isn’t it, my little flower?” He softly asked, licking her earlobe and then trailing kisses down her neck. “Nothing quite like watching a woman honestly give herself to a man. She wants it. She craves the domination, the discipline, the structure more than the air around her.”

  As he spoke, his hands lightly gripped her throat in possession. “To be owned and to want to be owned.” Then he let his hands slide slowly down her body, running over her breasts, down her stomach, across her groin, around her ass, and up her back. He kissed her neck again as if he were a lover and not a stranger who had tied her up and gagged her in a dark alcove. Violet felt the last edges of her trepidation melt away, replaced by a feeling she couldn’t name, she wouldn’t name. It had been so long since someone had touched her this way. He wasn’t hurting her, which she thought novel, considering he was a dominant. Yet, when he could have hit her, he didn’t. She wasn’t used to this type of torture, or was it seduction? Whatever it was, she was intrigued and turned on.

  His fingers slipped expertly through the laces holding her bodice up, loosening its comforting grip on her breasts. “I have to admit, I w
asn’t going to come tonight. Yet I was surprised to see you here. You are dressed perfectly, as if you’ve been doing this your whole life. You captured me instantly, my little flower,” he said with what sounded like approval, maybe even excitement.

  It took her another ten seconds to put two and two together. He knew her. Again, an image, more like an echo of a dream rose, up in her mind, and she heard his voice, as if through water. What was she saying? Why does she feel as if she knew him?

  A sharp intake from beyond the curtain stilled his hands for an instant as they both looked up. The woman had the dark and handsome man’s cock fully in her mouth. And the blond man was now lying on his back between her knees, his face buried in her pussy, his tongue licking her folds with soft caresses. He had his hands on her ass cheeks, spreading them, grabbing them, pulling her toward him in rhythmic movements. The woman let out another mewling groan around the hard shaft in her mouth as the blond man slipped a finger into her wet hole, his tongue touching her clit.

  “Look at her, little flower. See how she loves what they are doing to her. Every touch ignites something within her. Her body is calling out to them. Craving them, begging them to take her,” he said softly, his hands returning to her bodice, which quickly slid to the floor, leaving her breasts heaving inside her bra. He ran his hands up over her flat stomach, over her bra, grasping her breasts in a firm, kneading grip, as he pulled her tight against his body. He slowly ground his rigid hard-on into her back. He nipped at her shoulder as he pushed her bra cups down below her nipples, forcing her breasts up as if on a shelf.

  “You do the same to me, little flower. Just looking at you this way, my body reacts on instinct. You captivate me, and yet I still hunger for more,” he said with pure admiration. Violet couldn’t help but feel a flicker of pride. She had always thought of her breasts as small, almost insignificant. She wished countless times for a little extra curve. But here he was, a total stranger, gently cradling her breasts with tender appreciation.

  He circled one nipple with a lazy finger as he held her tight against him with his other hand. She felt the liquid pool inside her start to simmer despite her internal reproach. Her little voice chanted, “you don’t want this” over and over. Violet tried to listen, but his hands against her exposed skin and his breath against her ear was pulling her away from herself.

  The dark and handsome man wrapped the woman’s braid around his hand, grinding her face against his cock as he arched his back with pleasure. The blond man had slid out from between her legs and was now holding a vibrating bullet in his hand. He waited a minute for the dark and handsome man to loose his hot cum into the woman’s bruised mouth before turning the vibrator on and touching it to her clit. He was waiting with wicked intent for her to groan loudly and buckle under the vibrating toy. The second she started to lose control, he smacked her ass with a cruel slap of his hand, adding another layer of red to the livid welts on her cheeks. “Don’t move,” he growled as he slid the vibrator back over her clit while she tried to hold her statue pose, her ass raised in the air, her upper body supported on her elbows, her head hanging limply toward the altar.

  The stranger behind her brought Violet back to her own ordeal as he slid his hand down to her skirt and pushed it up around her waist. Violet couldn’t help the quiet yelp that escaped her lips around the ball in mouth.

  He twisted her nipple with a wicked turn, his voice hot in her ear. “Breathe, my little flower. I will not hurt you. But forgive me, for I must touch you.”

  Violet’s heart skipped a beat at his words and how quickly he had gone from tender touch to inflicting pain. Her nipple throbbed from his harsh attention, but so did her pussy, as if daring her to deny her desire. She was starting to lose a grip on what she knew and she struggled inside of herself, trying to steel herself against his touch and the erotic scene unfolding before her.

  He bunched her skirt up around her waist and then pulled her panties down slowly, just low enough that her ass was fully exposed, her clean-shaven lips touching the cold iron. Violet felt another flush streak across her masked cheeks, burning down her neck. The cold air kissed her hardening nipples, whispering across her naked ass and unveiled pussy, even though she technically still had her bra, panties, and skirt on. Not to mention the damn gloves. And again she felt her body betray her, the moisture growing between her pussy lips, slowly slipping out to touch the cold metal rubbing against her clit as he grinded his hips against hers.

  “I have never met a more beautiful flower before. You enthrall me.” His breath tickled her ear. “But seeing you exposed and still clothed is absolutely incredible. Do you know how beautiful you are?” He gently caressed her stomach and kissed her shoulder before sliding his hand up to her breasts, catching her nipples between his fingers and pulling on them, tugging, twisting with increasing intensity. He squeezed them with exquisitely painful force and it was like adding kerosene to the fire burning between her legs. A little moan climbed in her throat even as she tried to throw up mental blockades. Her mind was screaming at her to stop this insanity, but her body betrayed her. She craved this. A need she’d ignored for years bubbled to the surface until she could not ignore her wanton desire anymore.

  “That’s right, my little flower, let me in. Give in to me.” He left one hand on her breast, returning to a gentle rolling of her nipple as his other hand slid down her torso, over her stomach, to her pussy. He gently spread her lips with his fingers and instructed her once more to watch the show in front of them.

  Violet’s breath quickened as he gently circled her clit, teasing her in a slow, erotic dance.

  She watched as the dark and handsome man stood up off the altar and walked behind the woman, his cock already twitching with new life. He moved closer to his fair-skinned partner, leaning on the altar and picking up a large, black dildo. The blond man grinned wickedly and turned the speed on the vibrating bullet he held against the woman’s clit. She jolted with the increased intensity and paid for it with a swift crack across her tender ass. She stilled herself against the rhythmic pulse of the bullet, holding her breath as the dark and handsome man rubbed the massive black dildo’s head over her slick pussy lips, coating it with her juices. She groaned quietly, and again a hand fell down with a resounding crash on her still upturned ass.

  The stranger behind her pushed a finger into her own slick pussy hole and Violet strangled a groan in her throat, her head snapping up. Her breath caught and she found herself arching against his hand even as her inner voice yelled at her with disgust. God, she wanted this, she thought to herself, begging for him not to stop, praying he wouldn’t. Longing flooded through her as she felt how wet her own pussy had become, how easily he slid his finger in and out of her hole, massaging her inner flesh. Her nose flared as she gripped the hand bars firmly, trying to beat down her rising carnal desire, forcing it back into the space she never went. Her desire grew in strength as he slid a second finger between her inner folds. Violet pushed against his hand without thought, groaning against the gag.

  “Hush, my little flower,” he whispered in her ear as she watched the dark and handsome man slowly push the tip of the massive dildo into the woman’s pussy. It spread her lips so his audience could fully appreciate her stretching hole.

  The stranger behind her slid a third finger deep into her. Violet groaned into the gag, rolling her hips against his hand. He shoved her hard against the rail, the metal warming with her heat, grinding against her clit, pushing her ass up into the air as she tried to balance on her heels.

  “Quiet, my little flower,” he said, pulling his fingers from her warm hole, slipping his thumb over her clit in a tortured twirl.

  Violet couldn’t help but groan again at the burning fire between her thighs, a moan that was echoed by the slave on the altar as the massive dildo slid deeper into her pussy. Violet knew that smack was coming before it landed on her red cheeks. But she didn’t expect the rough slap of his hand on her own ass, timed perfectly so the noise in th
e room covered the sound in their secret hiding place.

  “I warned you, my little flower. There are lessons you must learn and I can’t wait to teach them to you. You are perfect in every way. Sweet, delicious, and very submissive.” Her ass stung where his hand struck. She felt the flame of need inside, shocked to realize it was a mixture of covetousness at her current degrading, submissive position and humiliation because she couldn’t follow his simple instructions.

  The blond man laughed as the dark and handsome man shoved the woman roughly forward into a pile of cushions, her ass raised up above the rest of her body. “Seems like you still haven’t learned self-control, little girl,” the dark and handsome man said huskily, pushing the dildo head even further into her swollen pussy lips. The blond man slid the small vibrating bullet under her, resting it on the cushions nestled against her clit, grinning maliciously as he turned the speed up again, listening to her cry out.

  Violet’s own whimper slipped out around the ball and she felt him push her against the rail, her clit bouncing against the hard metal in a torturous dance. “Shush,” he whispered again. He groped her nipple and twisted it cruelly. Then he hit her ass again, hard, forcing her sensitive clit back against the railing, her nose brushing the sheer curtain, her breasts heaving over her pulled-down bra. She watched with increasing curiosity as the dark and handsome man administered slap after slap to the willing woman’s ass, feeling the stranger behind her match each heavy-handed stroke on her own tender cheeks.

  The pain lancing through her skin mingled heavily with the ecstatic pleasure running through her clit every time it bounced against the metal. Violet couldn’t believe how aroused she was, how utterly helpless she felt, and yet for some unknown reason, she felt safe. She knew this man would never hurt her. She couldn’t explain it. Even though her little voice continued to demand that she shut out these feelings simmering under her skin, Violet couldn’t ignore the heat building in her stomach, stoked by his vicious attention to her now burning ass.