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

by Rebecca Joyce

  Keeping eye contact, he moved back to her clit, nibbling, then sucking as he ran his tongue up the insides. Traveling down, he circled the smooth walls of her opening, dipping his tongue into the tiny pool of juices at the bottom.

  Pausing for a moment, he said, “You look, smell, and taste so fucking sexy, Violet,” sincerely.

  Her eyes closed for a moment in response, then snapped back open when his tongue swirled around and flicked over the tip of her clit periodically.

  Violet kept watching him, her discomfort overcome by intense pleasure as he expertly licked and sucked the engorged bud. The sounds escaping from her mouth appeared to be coming from another woman as she focused on Sasha’s eyes and the tension building in her pussy.

  Tracing the sides of her clit with the tip of his tongue made her push against him. He slid his hands under her pelvis, wrapping his thumbs around the top of her hip bones, and pulled her closer in response. With his mouth latched onto her clit, Sasha brought one hand down to her opening, stroking the rim with his middle finger. She started to wiggle, and he quickly slid it into her engorged pussy, moaning as its silken walls closed around it.

  Her “Oh God!” confirmed he had found her G-spot with his middle finger as he rubbed his tongue over the ridge above her clit rapidly. He added his index finger and started massaging her G-spot in earnest. She began moving her hips in time with his strokes as it swelled against his fingers.

  He continued lapping at her clit as he replaced the fingers in her pussy with those on the other hand, her muscles contracting tightly around them. Resuming his manipulation of her G-spot, he rubbed his slippery, coated fingers over her puckered hole, gently working one in as she writhed in pleasure.

  The mixture of sensations from his invading fingers and mouth on her clit was nearly overwhelming. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. She let the feelings wash over her, savoring the way they built and her body balanced on the edge.

  “Watch me make you come, Violet,” he ordered.

  Violet blinked the tears away and focused intently on the silver eyes looking up at her. The passion and love in them was evident. He wasn’t delighting in her vulnerability or submission, he was reveling in her pleasure and the closeness of the experience.

  Her body moved of its own accord, dancing against his mouth, clenching around his fingers tightly. His movements harmonized suddenly, setting every nerve ablaze. She took a deep breath and surrendered, her eyes staying open while her body tumbled over the edge, the violent spasms of her muscles cushioned by the warmth and softness of the incredible release and instant high.

  His pace slowed as she peaked, but he continued working through the valleys, making her climax over and over, face contorted and head tossing, until she babbled, “Oh, please…Enough!”

  Sasha stopped, carefully withdrawing his fingers and placing his glistening hands on either side of her as he moved in for a deep kiss. Pausing to suck each nipple briefly, he caused her to moan and jerk with aftershocks. Violet tasted her sweet fluid when their lips met, relishing the closeness of sharing every part of the experience.

  Settling in beside her and grabbing their glasses, he asked, “Tell me, was watching as difficult as you anticipated?”

  “It was,” she started hoarsely, and took a sip of wine to sooth her parched throat. “Very disquieting at first, but once I made myself relax and focused on the pleasure, my anxiety dissolved incredibly fast. The intimacy of it, seeing your feelings reflected in your eyes as you brought me to orgasm, made for such an intense, satisfying experience. I’ve never had that before. Thank you.”

  He nodded and said, “I really didn’t want to interrupt the moment or upset you. I wanted you to feel as I do when I look at you while you please me. That intimacy is a gift, and it only rises out of vulnerability.”

  “Thank you,” she replied again, as she set down her glass and snuggled up to him, the tears returning. After composing herself for a few moments, she kissed his neck, sucked, and nibbled his earlobe, whispering as she began stroking his erection. “Speaking of rising.”

  Violet took his glass and straddled him in one quick movement. Pressing her breasts into his chest, she resumed working on his earlobes, tugging them gently with her teeth and reminding him how nimble her tongue was. His sighs turned into groans as her slick labia enveloped him and her still-hard nub glided along the underside of his cock.

  When she bent down to kiss him, he trapped her tits in his palms, softly kneading before bringing each nipple to his mouth for a good tongue-lashing. She knew his cock was aching, longing to be squeezed by her hot, velvety cunt. He confirmed it by taking his frustration out on her nipples, sucking hard, then flicking his tongue over the tip as he trapped each between his teeth, knowing a little pain would only increase her lust.

  She resisted the urge to give in and continued using him to pleasure herself for a few moments. Reclaiming her nipple from his mouth, she kissed him passionately as she maneuvered his cock into position at her entrance. Pulling back to see his face, she lowered herself slowly and wiggled her hips, teasing him by allowing only the slightest bit of penetration.

  When Sasha opened his eyes and looked at her pleadingly, she smiled and dropped all the way down quickly, enjoying the shock and relief crossing his face. A delayed moan came forth from him as Violet ground her pussy into him, his hair brushing her clit.

  “Oh, fuck. You feel so good,” he said, grabbing her tits as she angled her hips and started to rock back and forth, stimulating her G-spot.

  As she picked up the pace, he placed his palm on her mound, allowing her to rub her clit with his thumb. Her pussy was gripping him involuntarily, sending impulses down to her feet. He began matching each movement with a thrust and pressed the side of his hand over the top of her pubic bone, intensifying her pleasure significantly. The pressure started to build, quickly spreading throughout her body.

  She grabbed his chest and half-warned, “I’m going to come, Sasha.”

  Sasha moved his thumb slightly and continued thrusting as she started convulsing and screaming, throwing her head back and raking his chest with her nails.

  His balls were soaked with her hot juices when he grabbed her hands and laced their fingers, indicating her rhythmic constrictions would soon send him over the edge. With a look of sheer determination, he glanced down at his reddened cock penetrating her splayed lips every so often. It was clear he was teetering on the precipice, pushing his limits. Suddenly, his eyes snapped to her face and he exploded inside her, his cock jerking wildly with each squirt. His hands continued to squeeze hers tighter, and she felt the accumulation of every sensation and emotion she had caused in him being transferred back in shockwaves.

  Violet’s pussy milked the last of his semen and she stopped, collapsing on his chest with a whimper. She kissed him tenderly, basking in the togetherness and warmth of satisfaction.

  When he softened and slipped out with a gush of their mingled fluids, she rolled to his side. He wrapped his arm around her cooling body, stroking her every so often, hearing her sigh in contentment until she drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Sasha lay next to Violet, listening to her soft breaths as he looked out the massive window into the city. It was a gloomy day as a fog had rolled in, hovering just above the buildings, blocking the light. The weather suited his mood well. Lying there, with his little flower in his arms, he wondered what it was that she felt so adamant about returning to Treasure Cove. From what he understood, thanks to Gabriel and Matthias, Violet was able to recover and move on from her tremulous past. If she hadn’t, then why was she at the Mask? But more importantly, if she still felt threatened, why did she allow him to do what he did to her in tunnel two?

  He did, however, notice that the further they got away from Treasure Cove, the lighter and more relaxed her mood became. By the time they landed at LaGuardia, she was downright giddy with excitement. And that same demeanor continued u
ntil Tristan said they must return. His open and welcoming flower closed up so tight he feared she’d never open up again. He did notice, however, that when he informed her that he would be staying in New York with her and that he didn’t want her to leave, she smiled. There was just something about her that intrigued him. One minute she was a scared, lost soul and the next she was full of life and embraced it. Violet Peters was an enigma.

  A soft knock on the door alerted him. Getting up, he was careful not to wake Violet, and he searched for his pants. After putting them on, he opened the door to find Mrs. Prescott standing there. “Mrs. Prescott? Is everything okay?”

  “Merrick, you have a visitor,” she replied, annoyed. Sasha really needed to figure out a way to get back into her good graces.

  “Who?”

  “Grey.”

  “What the hell,” Sasha cursed, looking at Violet sleeping peacefully in the large bed. “Tell Grey to make herself comfortable. I’ll be out in a minute.”

  “The Brothers are with her.”

  “They are supposed to be on a flight to Scotland,” Sasha said aloud and then sighed. “Fine, I’ll take care of them.” Closing the door, Sasha got dressed in silence. Before leaving, he leaned over Violet and kissed the top of her head, pulling the covers up around her neck.

  He hated the thought of leaving her alone, but he wasn’t going to be far. He had no idea why Grey or the Brothers were here, but the sooner he found out, the quicker he could get back to her. Something was going on with her and he desperately wanted to find out.

  He had just walked into the living room of Tristan’s penthouse when Grey started talking. “Man, you really know how to find them, don’t you, Merrick? I told you when you asked I would find everything I could about Violet Peters and I did. I just never thought it would make me sick to my stomach. It’s a damn good thing Tristan has already left because if he were here, I’d kill him.”

  “What are you talking about?” Sasha asked worriedly. He didn’t like thinking that there was something wrong in Violet’s past. Gabriel had assured him that all matters were taken care of. So whatever Grey had dug up must be something new.

  “Here, you’re not going to like it,” Grey said, thrusting a green folder into his hands. “Read it for yourself. I didn’t believe it either until I had the Brothers confirm it.”

  “Grey’s right, boss. We checked everything out. That file is the truth,” Damien Brothers replied, his brother Devlin nodding.

  Sitting on the sofa, Sasha opened the folder and started reading.

  * * * *

  The moment his plane landed in Treasure Cove, Tristan knew this trip was a bad idea. From the windows of his plane, he saw the flashbulbs and camera crews waiting to interrogate him. What made matters worse, Gabriel and Alexander Sexton were there waiting by a black SUV along with Garret Riley and Zac Phelps. He could handle the town sheriffs, but Violet’s two brothers, well, that was another story. He knew why they were there and what they wanted. Thanks to Sasha’s big mouth, they were expecting their little sister, only she refused to set foot back in Treasure Cove. How he was going to explain that to them was a complete mystery. In the meantime, he prayed the press would keep him so damn busy, maybe the Sexton Brothers would forget he had arrived.

  Deciding it was best to wait until the natives calmed themselves, Tristan made a call, desperately needing some good news. The second the line picked up, he wasted no time speaking, “Aries, how are things going?”

  “Good morning to you, too, Tristan.” Aries yawned into the phone. Tristan was seriously having doubts about sending the man to Celestial. It wasn’t that Aries Deveroux wasn’t capable of doing the job, it just seemed he was taking a lackadaisical approach to it, which just angered Tristan even more.

  “It will be once you tell me you have those papers signed.”

  “I have a meeting with the mayor today. I’ll let you know then.”

  “Why do I get the feeling that you have been screwing around instead of doing the job I sent you there for?”

  “Because I have been, literally. I told you before, several times, Celestial isn’t like any other town in the world. They do things differently here. They don’t believe in regular time. The universe controls time here and until the cosmos is ready to speak, I have to wait.”

  Tristan knew he should have instituted regular drug testing. He made a mental note to call HR when he got the chance. Returning to the idiot on the other line, he simply asked, “Are you doing drugs?”

  “No, but I sure wished I had some right about now,” Aries muttered.

  “Maybe I should send Jasper McCullough to help you motivate the town?”

  “I don’t think that is a wise decision, sir. I can handle this myself. I just need a few more days to talk with the mayor and get the town council on board with the idea. I am sure once they see your generous offer, they will be more than happy to work with you and the Summerfield Corporation.”

  “You better make sure they do, Aries, because I need that town. I need their cooperation. I would hate to have to buy the damn town out from under them. That would not be very magnanimous of me, especially when I show up and start to change things. A hostile town makes for bad business.”

  “Yes, sir, I understand.”

  “What time is your meeting with the mayor?”

  “Today, after lunch.”

  “Good, I will be expecting your call,” Tristan said firmly, booking no rebuke. “Oh, and Aries?”

  “Yes, sir?”

  “Fax the papers immediately after the mayor signs off on them.”

  “Yes, sir,” Tristan heard Aries reply before he closed his phone. Aries Deveroux wasn’t getting the job done. He knew that. Tristan needed a backup, a failsafe that could make sure that what he needed got done in that town. Without it, he was going to lose millions, and that didn’t sit well with him. First, he needed to face the press and put them and the residents of Treasure Cove at ease.

  * * * *

  Sasha Merrick closed the green file, got up from the couch, and walked over to the fireplace. Without saying a word, flipped a switch and watched as the fire started to roar. He then placed the green file in his briefcase when all he wanted to do was throw the file into the fire and sear what he read out of his mind forever.

  “I thought he was dead. Where is he?” Sasha growled, grabbing the mantle, wanting to break it with his bare hands. Mainly he wanted to find Tristan and beat him within an inch of his life. That son of a bitch lied to him.

  “According to my intel, he is still alive. He was transferred from Florence Federal Correctional Complex in 2011 after suffering a heart attack to Allenwood, just north of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. After his heart attack, he escaped while at the hospital.”

  “What was he in for?”

  “He was serving fifteen years for aggravated assault, rape, and attempted murder,” Devlin replied clearly.

  “There’s more,” Damien added. “When Grey had us look at him, we discovered something else.”

  “What?”

  “He was in London twelve years ago.” Sasha froze. He knew what they were going to say next. It was all there. He knew. Deep down, he just knew, but he never could piece it all together. It all made sense now. The only question he had was how much Tristan knew and why. Knowing the obvious, Sasha asked, “What are you saying, Damien?”

  “I made some calls. Though Lisset refuses to talk, my sources confirmed that he was the Dom she was with that night.”

  Never before had Sasha wanted to kill someone, but at that moment, he did. He’d never felt so much anger, so much rage flow through his body as it did at that very minute. What made matters worse was that he was still alive. He was living and breathing the same oxygen his sister was, and Sasha couldn’t tolerate that. Grabbing the vase on the mantle, he roared and threw it across the room, watching as it shattered into thousands of tiny pieces. That was what he wanted to do to that bastard, and when he got his hands on him, that was exac
tly what he was going to do.

  “Does Tristan know?” Sasha asked, looking at Grey. If anyone knew the answers, it was Grey. How that woman had her finger in so many lives, he’d never know, but nothing got past her keen sense. That was why he hired her and refused to find a replacement. She was invaluable. The perfectly coiffed woman, impeccably dressed, who looked more like a runway model than a personal assistant, just silently shook her head no.

  “What do you want us to do?” Devlin asked.

  “I want you two to head to Scotland. My sister is now your primary concern. She will not leave your sight. If she wants a fucking snowflake from Antarctica, get her one. Your world now revolves around her. Whatever she wants, you two will make it happen. And just so we’re perfectly clear, no one, and I mean no one, comes near her and lives. Understood?”

  “Got it, boss,” Devlin said.

  “No one touches her,” Damien added.

  “Grey,” Sasha said, turning toward her. “Get on that fucking plane to Treasure Cove. Go to the Pleasure Cave and demand to speak with Gabriel Sexton. Let him know that that fucker is still breathing. Then find Tristan and stick to him like glue. Watch him, don’t let him out of your sight. I want to know who he talks to, where he goes, everything.”

  “Do you want me to tell him why?”

  “No,” Sasha growled. “I’ll take care of that bastard when I get there.”

  “What about Violet?” A soft voice interrupted the tension in the room. Sasha turned to find Mrs. Prescott standing in the foyer, tears flowing down her face.

  “Mrs. Prescott, you shouldn’t be here.”

  Moving deeper into the room, Sasha’s tensions eased a bit, seeing how upset she was, and even more so when she said, “I’m sorry, Sasha. I didn’t mean to intrude. She won’t go, you know that, but I think I may have an answer to that.”

  “Which is?”

  “My sons and nephews.”

  “What about them?”