Submission to Desire [Desire, Oklahoma 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Leah Brooke

  She wanted them to take her, touch her, bend her to their will. In giving herself over to them, she found something she’d spent years looking for, and wouldn’t give it up without a fight.

  King patted her ass. “Very good. Now, beg me to inspect your ass. Don’t forget to address me properly.”

  “Oh, God!”

  “Not even close.” His amused tone fired her temper.

  “Why do I have to ask for it? I thought you said you owned me.”

  King sighed. “We do, but we want you to understand that you’re giving yourself to us. We’re not taking. But, once you give it, we won’t allow you to take it back. Each part of you that you give to us is ours, Red—until we give it to someone else. Now, do you have something to say to me, or would you like to leave now?”

  She couldn’t believe they were making her do this. Drawing a shaking breath, she squeezed her eyes closed before letting it out again.

  “M–Master, please inspect my ass.”

  “Of course, Red.”

  Brenna let out a strangled cry when a large, lubed finger pressed against her puckered opening and forced its way inside her. Curling her toes, she struggled to adapt to the extremely decadent and foreign sensation. She’d never felt anything so intimate. She’d never felt so owned.

  He began to move his finger, pressing against the inner walls of her anus, his finger circling, as though he wanted to make sure he didn’t miss a single spot.

  Fighting to remain still proved difficult, especially since she kept losing her grip on the cheeks of her ass. Overwhelmed at the decadent assault, she shook uncontrollably, whimpered cries pouring from her.

  Her thoughts jumbled as she tried to keep track of Royce and King’s conversation, in case they said something to her. But the roaring in her head and her ragged breathing and whimpers made it hard to hear anything, especially while struggling to remain still under the most intimate and shocking experience of her life.

  King said something low to Royce, who answered in a tone just as low, making it impossible for her to make out what they were saying. King moved his finger inside her, rotating it before pushing deep.

  Brenna cried out, groaning as her body gathered, and the warning tingles grew sharper.

  She was going to come! Oh, God! With his finger in her ass!

  Gulping in air, she tightened against it, knowing she’d never be able to look either one of them in the face again if she came now.

  King pressed a hand at her lower back, slipping the finger in her ass almost free. Keeping it at her opening, he pressed against the tight ring of muscle, making it burn.

  “I don’t believe it. I’m inspecting her and she’s about to come. It’s going to take a lot of patience to train someone so responsive and so undisciplined.”

  “Let me feel.”

  One finger slid from her, and just a second or two later, another slid deep.

  Tears stung her eyes, the need to come overwhelming. “I can’t help it. I’m sorry. I’m gonna—ah!”

  The finger in her ass thrust deep and began stroking, fucking her with a force that made it nearly impossible to breathe. It hurt a little, but the pain only sharpened the pleasure.

  This was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

  Her orgasm hit her hard, so hard she couldn’t breathe.

  Something shifted inside her, her body jerking as the most sublime pleasure ran through her.

  Yes. So good. No one ever made her feel this way.

  Royce. King. Men unlike any she’d ever met.

  They made her want more.

  Surrendering brought her so much pleasure, more pleasure than even she’d imagined.

  Waves of the most incredible heat and sensation washed over her, making every inch of her body come alive. She jerked, crying out weakly as it released her from its grip.

  She slumped and grabbed on to the leather table for support, belatedly realizing that she must have let go of her bottom at some point. Shuddering as Royce withdrew, she buried her face against the leather. She could do this. She could submit to them in the playroom.

  Whenever she had the urge, she could go to them. She would walk away satisfied while giving them the kind of sex they needed. She didn’t want to think about this time ending in a month, though.

  Now that she’d found the kind of physical pleasure and closeness she’d dreamed about, she sure as hell didn’t want to take a chance of losing it. She couldn’t imagine never experiencing this kind of pleasure again.

  Slowly, she became aware of the disapproving silence all around her.

  Realizing she’d made a mistake, she swallowed heavily and rushed to apologize.

  “I’m s–sorry, Master.”

  When the silence continued, she started to cry. Shocked at herself, she swallowed heavily to hold it back as an overwhelming sense of loss nearly consumed her.

  For the first time in her life, she felt connected to a man, two men, and she’d already ruined it. She’d never be able to go back to the way she’d been before. She needed this as much as she needed to breathe.

  Finally, King lifted her to a standing position, turning her to face both of them. Cupping her cheek, he smiled when she automatically turned her face into his palm.

  “You’re forgiven this time. You really are an incredibly passionate and responsive woman.”

  Brenna smiled, thrilled to have another chance. “I’ll do the best I can. I’ll try so hard. You’re going to be so happy with me.”

  Royce reached out to cup her breast, while King reached a hand between her thighs to run a finger over her clit.

  “We’re already happy with you.”

  Brenna’s knees felt rubbery, and she realized for the first time that both men touched her at the same time.

  It felt so naughty to be touched by two men at once. It also made her feel desired and sexy.

  King tapped her clit, making her jolt. “Back to your room for now.”

  As they started for the door, Brenna looked from one to the other, still self-conscious at her nudity. “What do we do now? Do we have a certain time for sex? Do you just want me to let you know when I’m ready?”

  King sighed, sharing a look with Royce before meeting her eyes again.

  “You belong to us, Red. We’ll take you when we want you. We’ll fuck you when we want to. You’re ours, Red, something you seem to have a great deal of trouble understanding.”

  He ran his hand down her back to her bottom, his touch possessive. “You have a lot to learn, and I have a feeling you’re going to fight us. Just remember, you can go at any time, but when you go, don’t expect to come back.”

  Filled with dread, Brenna swallowed and turned to Royce. “When should I expect you?”

  Royce’s eyes hardened. “When we come for you. Go take a shower and get some rest.” He opened the door to her room, gripping her shoulder to stop her from entering.

  Reaching down, he tugged a nipple, staring down at it as he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, his eyes narrowing as she cried out at the intense pleasure.

  “Don’t masturbate. Your body and orgasms are ours now.”

  Once inside, Brenna stared at the closed door, jolting at the loud click of the lock.

  She was a prisoner. A possession. A toy.

  She had to somehow learn to live with that, at least until she figured out another plan, because for the life of her, she couldn’t imagine walking away from them now.

  Chapter Five

  “So you’re the woman who has Royce and King all riled up. Congratulations. It’s about time.”

  Brenna searched the smiling woman’s features for any sarcasm, relieved when she found none. Smiling back, she shrugged.

  “I can’t imagine Royce and King all riled up, but I am the one staying at the club with them—at least for now.”

  “For now? Oh, by the way, I’m Natalie—Nat—Langley. You’re Brenna, right?”

  Curling her toes inside the slippers she’d b
een given to wear, Brenna pulled her robe tighter. “Yes. Do you live here in Desire?”

  Dressed as Brenna, in a terry robe and slippers, Nat studied her nails and frowned. “Yes, for years. Damn, I need a manicure worse than I thought.” Looking up again, she sat back, crossing one leg over the other. “How do you like our little town so far?”

  She’d spent the majority of her time at the club. “I haven’t seen much of it yet. I was walking the other day, but I have to admit, I didn’t pay much attention.”

  She’d been so shaken by the note that, even though she’d gone into stores, she hadn’t paid much attention.

  “I like what I’ve seen so far, and just know that everyone seems to like Royce and King.”

  Brenna couldn’t help but noticed that the woman seemed distracted, her thoughts apparently somewhere else. When her eyes cleared, they held an unhappiness in them that tugged at Brenna’s heart.

  Nat looked almost…lonely.

  Hoping to change the subject, Brenna forced a smile. “I’m nervous. I’ve never been to a place like this before.”

  To her relief, Nat smiled.

  “If you stay with Royce and King, this place will be like a second home to you.” Grinning, she raised a brow. “Full treatment, I presume?”

  Brenna shivered. “I think so. They were still talking to the woman out front when another brought me back here. This is going to hurt, isn’t it?”

  “It’s worth it. So, tell me about what happened with Donner.” Laughing, she patted Brenna’s knee. “If you stick around here, you’ll get used to my bluntness.”

  Letting out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding, Brenna shook her head. “I’m usually blunt, too, but being with Royce and King and learning things about this town have left me a little stunned.”

  The two women sat alone in a small alcove, out of the way of the bustling activity of the salon, where several women had their hair and nails done.

  Nat grinned, a mischievous grin that invited friendship. “You’ll get used to us. Ever had your pussy waxed?”

  Brenna’s face burned. “I’m almost thirty-four and the people in this town can still embarrass me.” Sitting back, she rubbed her damp palms over the robe covering her thighs. “Shaved. Never waxed. I did it to jump-start a lackluster sex life.”

  Nat sat forward. “Did it work?”

  “No.” She couldn’t believe she’d told a complete stranger something so intimate, but Nat was easy to talk to. She’d bet anything it would take quite a bit to shock her.

  Sitting back again, Nat nodded. “A man who makes you wax, or shaves you himself has no desire for a lackluster sex life.”

  “You sound like you speak from experience.”

  “Yep, I’m a sub.”

  Brenna blinked, finding it hard to imagine the woman sitting in front of her submitting to anyone. “You?”

  “Yep. My husband, Jake, is quite a man.” Her smile fell, and that sadness came back into her eyes.

  “I’m sorry.” Instinct had her sitting forward, covering Nat’s hand with her own. “I overstepped, something I do too often. I guess I’m more nervous about this whole thing than I thought.”

  Glancing around to make sure no one could overhear them, she lowered her voice.

  “I’ve never been with men like Royce and King before—you know—Doms. It’s exciting as hell when it’s not scaring me to death.”

  Nat smiled, taking Brenna’s hand in hers. “As long as it’s exciting and scary, you’re fine. It’s when he gets distracted and hangs up the phone when you walk into the room that it gets really scary.”

  “Mrs. Langley, we’re ready for you.”

  Nat got to her feet, gesturing toward the large room. “I’ll meet you in there afterward. I’m sure you have a lot of questions, and you can tell me all about yourself.”

  Hours later, a very relaxed Brenna made her way to the spa waiting room, the impossibly high heels forcing her to walk slowly. She’d dressed in the sundress she’d found lying on her bed when she came out of the shower, one in a bright floral pattern. Over it, she wore her own denim jacket, and red fuck-me pumps that Royce and King had also left for her. Taking a deep breath, she paused at the doorway as Royce and King came to their feet.

  Aware of the covetous stares at Royce and King from the woman behind the counter, Brenna shot her a look and stepped toward them, stopping abruptly when Royce held up his hand. With a possessive gleam in his eyes, he twirled a finger in the air, a silent demand that she turn.

  She hadn’t expected them to come with her, or to wait until she finished.

  “Have you been waiting all this time?”

  Royce twirled his finger again. “No. We had them call when you were almost ready.”

  She didn’t want to admit that it warmed her, but somehow made her feel like a possession. Deciding that she was thinking into it way too much, she did as he wanted and turned.

  After being treated to a full spa package, she knew she looked her best and, she had to admit, felt better than she had in years. Her hair, now a glossy wave of curls, had been trimmed and styled, while most of the other hair on her body had been ruthlessly waxed off.

  She loved the decadent feel of the air moving over her now-bare mound with each step, but more than that, she loved knowing that they knew she’d been waxed. She couldn’t wait for them to run their fingers over her smooth mound, knowing how sensitive it would be there now.

  She hadn’t been given a bra or panties to wear, and when she’d asked about them this morning, King had told her that if he wanted her to wear a bra or panties, he would damned well have provided them.

  Both men nodded their approval as King stepped closer, not bothering to keep his voice down.

  “You look beautiful. How does that pussy feel, now that it’s waxed?”

  Brenna’s face heated, and she couldn’t help but glance at the woman behind the counter. “Fine.”

  “Fine? I’ll bet it feels a hell of a lot better than fine. Let me see.”

  Brenna froze. “What? Here? Now?” He couldn’t be serious!

  King frowned. “Of course, here and now. Lift that dress. I want to see if they did a good job.”

  He raised a brow when she hesitated. “If you’d like to have me put you over my lap and that dress lifted over your head while I spank your ass first, that’s fine with me.”

  “No!” Hell, he would do it.

  Drawing a shaky breath, she pressed her thighs closed against the rush of heat there, inwardly cursing the fact that his threat had turned her on. Knowing he’d see and feel that her thighs had become coated with her juices, she turned her back to the woman at the counter, she grabbed the hem at the front of her dress with shaky hands and lifted it. Baring her mound to them, she made sure to keep her ass covered so the woman behind her didn’t see it.

  Royce smiled. “You don’t have to be shy about showing that ass. It’s a damned fine ass. Of course, if you let another man see it, I’ll have to beat you and kill him.”

  Brenna shivered as King knelt in front of her, sucking in a breath as his fingers danced lightly over her mound and folds. Thanking her lucky stars that no one else was in the waiting room, she locked her knees against the surge of lust and stared up at Royce through her lashes.

  “How are you going to keep my ass hidden when you auction me off?”

  Royce frowned. “We’ll deal with that when the time comes. For now, you’re ours, and we don’t share with others.”

  King tapped her thigh, sending a jolt of heat to her slit. “Spread ’em, Red.” He looked up when she hesitated. “Are you willing to accept the consequences of making me tell you twice?”

  Swallowing heavily, she spread her thighs, very much aware of the woman behind her.

  She’d die of embarrassment if King spanked her naked ass in full view of the smiling woman behind the counter.

  King, the devious rat, ran his fingers up and down her inner thighs. “She’s soaked again. It
seems our little sub likes having her pussy waxed.” Straightening, he took her hands in his, allowing her dress to fall back in place.

  “Very good, Red.” To her surprise, he bent forward and brushed her lips with his. “Very good. Let’s get out of here.” With a steady arm around her waist, he led her outside, holding on to her when she would have fallen.

  “Sorry. I like wearing heels, but these are higher than what I’m used to.”

  Royce patted her bottom before sliding a steadying arm around her. “Your legs look a mile long in them.”

  King lifted her hand to his lips. “You know you’re allowed to touch us whenever you want, as long as you’re not in the playroom.”

  Brenna blinked. “Really?”

  Royce, who’d moved ahead to hold the door open, burst out in laughter when she pushed King against the wall.

  She knew she’d only been able to do it because she’d surprised him and because he wouldn’t hurt her. Taking full advantage of her position, she ran her hands all over him, thrilling at the chance to explore his hard body. His chest muscles flexed beneath her touch, his thighs as hard and large as tree trunks under her fingers. She squeezed his tight butt and started to reach for his cock before he stopped her.

  “Whoa! What do you think you’re doing?” He pulled her back and managed to get both of her wrists manacled in one of his hands.

  Brenna moaned, her heels making it possible to nuzzle his neck. “You said I could touch you.”

  Royce chuckled. “You did.”

  King’s eyes twinkled as he held her away and smiled down at her. “You’re right. I did. But, I didn’t think you would attack me. Maybe you’ve got a little streak of dominance in you.”

  Pressing against him, she sighed. “Probably. Now you see why I’m such a mess. I’ve intimidated every man I’ve ever dated.”

  King opened his mouth to speak, but she pushed out of his arms.

  “Please, don’t try to placate me. I like the sex, but it’s hard for me to submit. I realize that I’ll never be that sort of person. Hell, even during sex, I want to control everything. How the hell am I supposed to be submissive when I want to be the one in control? Fuck it. I’m sorry I said anything. Can we just go?” Feeling like a fool once again, she stormed through the door Royce held open, struggling when he grabbed her arm.