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

by Leah Brooke

  The need to come had tears stinging her eyes. Each thrust, each stroke of Royce’s finger over her clit made her wild. The tingling heat never seemed to end, but as soon as the swells threatened to consume her, Royce ruthlessly pulled her back, slowing his thrusts and releasing her clit, drawing her back from the edge.

  As she bucked under him, King placed a hand on her abdomen to hold her in place, slipping the head of his cock between her parted lips and over her tongue, almost to her throat.

  Filled everywhere, and with her body pulsating in sensation, she panicked and pushed at King, realizing her mistake almost immediately.

  To her surprise, King withdrew, his eyes searching as he bent to cup her jaw.

  “Tell me.”

  A shiver went through her, followed almost immediately by a warm glow that only made her burn hotter. Words came tumbling out of her before she could stop them.

  “So much to feel. I can’t take it in. I need to come. When I start to come—ah, please—Royce stops. My clit burns. Every time Royce moves, it moves the plug in my ass. My pussy’s full. My ass is full. I need to come so bad. Let me come. I burn everywhere. Please. I’ll do whatever you want. Please let me come.”

  With her body so overloaded with sensation, like little bubbles popping in her veins, Brenna could barely speak, her words coming out in a series of breathless whimpers.

  King grabbed her hands and used the belt of her robe to tie them to the headboard, straddling her head with his powerful thighs. “You can do this, baby. We’re going to let you come, and when you do, you’ll see that it’s worth the wait. I want to fill your mouth with my cock. I want your pussy, ass, and mouth all filled. That’s my girl, let me in. Breathe through your nose, Red. Take me a little deeper. I’ll go nice and slow. Yeah, that’s it. Good girl. A little more this time.”

  Relaxing under his crooning tone, and thankful that Royce slowed his strokes even more to allow her to settle, Brenna kept her mouth open wide and relaxed her tongue, taking King’s cock almost all the way to her throat.

  Each time Royce’s thrusting increased, or he started to play with her clit again, she lost her concentration and panicked when she started to choke.

  Each time, though, King talked her through it. “Pay attention to my cock, Red. Think about what you’re doing. You’re going to have to be able to concentrate. You’re here for our pleasure. Your job is to give us pleasure. If I don’t come, you don’t come. I can tease you all day without letting you come if I want. Your job is to make sure that we’re pleasured.”

  Groaning her frustration, she tried to pump her hips, but Royce’s strong hold wouldn’t allow it.

  She ached everywhere, her body rigid as Royce fucked her just hard enough to keep her hanging there, stroking her clit just often enough to keep those warning tingles hammering at her senses.

  She fought at her bonds, kicking her legs in helpless fury.

  In her hunger, she sucked King harder, trying to take him deeper into her throat than before.

  His thighs trembled against her, thrilling her that she had such a strong effect on him.

  “That’s my girl. Swallow every drop, Red.”

  Her frantic cries grew even louder as King came, becoming groans when his hot seed hit the back of her throat. Swallowing hungrily, she savored the taste of him, wishing her hands were free to pull him closer.

  Hearing King’s groan, sensing his momentary loss of control, Brenna opened her eyes to look up at him, surprised and a little dazed by the tenderness and confusion in his eyes.

  His hands gentled, sliding through her hair as he reached for her nipples, pausing as if he changed his mind about something. It lasted only a heartbeat before his face hardened again, his eyes sharp and filled with wicked intent as he tugged her nipples.

  Royce surged deep, pinching her clit at the same time King withdrew from her and moved aside, tightening his fingers on her nipples.

  Clenching hard on the plug, she let out a shocked cry as the pleasure and pain combined.

  The sudden swell of release stunned her, the pleasure bursting free in one huge wave, followed on its heels by several smaller ones, each taking her higher and higher. She felt them everywhere, her ass and pussy full and clamping hard, making her feel even fuller. The sharp pinches at her nipples had her arching higher into King’s hands, the need to give him total access burning strong. Her clit throbbed unbearably under Royce’s firm pressure, the sizzling heat from it spreading throughout her entire body, suffusing it with a warm rush that left her momentarily frozen.

  Her body bowed as the pleasure erupted, feeling as though a jolt of electric current ran through her.

  Filled everywhere, feeling them everywhere, she soared, clenching at Royce’s cock as it pulsed and he found his own release.

  King released her nipples, reclining beside her.

  “Well, I guess that answers the question of whether you’re ours only in the playroom.” Reaching above her, he freed her wrists, gathering them in his big hand and massaging them. “You like having your ass and pussy filled at the same time, and you like pain. You’re also good with that mouth.”

  King surprised her by leaning over her and touching his lips to hers. Lifting his head, he stared down at her with that same look of tenderness and confusion in his eyes. “The perfect woman.”

  Some impulse had her reaching for him, cupping his strong jaw while covering Royce’s hand with hers. Looking from one to the other, she smiled. “There’s no such thing as a perfect woman, but I’d like very much to be perfect for you.”

  Stunned by the looks of shock on their faces, she stiffened, yelping in surprise as Royce withdrew and with a sudden move, flipped her to her belly.

  “Her new Master will be very pleased.” The chill in his tone alarmed her.

  Nervous when King stilled beside her and more alarmed at the long silence that followed, Brenna lifted her head.

  “New Master?”

  Royce gripped the plug by the base, moving it inside her until she whimpered. “That’s what this is all about, remember? Didn’t you just tell me you were looking forward to being sold to the highest bidder?”

  Brenna stilled, her breath coming out in harsh pants as Royce worked the plug out of her ass. Careful to keep her face hidden in the pillow, she fisted her hands in the sheets.

  She would do whatever she had to stay here, to have their attention like this. If she had to promise to be auctioned until then, so be it. She could always use her safe word then and get out of being sold.

  “Yes, but—”

  * * * *

  King clenched his jaw, staring up at Royce as he slowly ran a hand up and down Brenna’s back, unable to help himself.

  “You’re staying right here and being sold at the end of your training. That’s it. There won’t be any negotiating. You signed it, Red. You’ll fucking stick to it.”

  Lowering his voice, he ran a finger down her spine, delighting in her shiver. “You need this, Red.”

  God help him, so did he.

  He needed her. So sweet. So responsive. So expressive. He could spend the rest of his life with her and never get tired of her enthusiasm, her willingness to experience it all.

  Her need to fight it excited him on so many levels, it would take the rest of his life to explore them all. She brought excitement and wonder into his life, and he hadn’t even realized it had been missing.

  His head was so filled with things he wanted to do with her, to her, that he lay awake every night with a hard-on that only she could satisfy.

  He couldn’t believe someone so naïve and inexperienced could take him and Royce on with such abandon, and still remain sweet. They’d kept her in a fog of lust, but he could see the temper in her eyes and just the thought of conquering it made him hard as a fucking rock.

  No, his little sub wouldn’t be getting away from him.

  Not at the end of the month.

  Not ever.

  He needed her, and it scared the h
ell out of him.

  Chapter Nine

  To her surprise, Royce and King both hustled her into the bathroom, apparently planning to shower with her.

  Seeing them both naked for the first time put her senses on overload. She wanted to take the time to enjoy the view, and found she didn’t even know where to start.

  Everything was gorgeous.

  Royce’s body, roped with lean muscle, held her transfixed as he stepped inside the shower and reached back for her. From the top of his head, his long black hair wet now and streaming down his back, to the chiseled perfection of his features, to his wide shoulders and lean muscular body, he exuded sophistication, sex and power. His eyes, always sharp, studied her as she studied him, heating her skin everywhere his gaze touched.

  “Get in here, Brenna.”

  Taking his outstretched hand, she let him pull her into the shower, falling against him when he tugged. Running her hands over his gorgeous chest, she stared up into his compelling green eyes.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  Royce smiled, running a hand over a breast and down to part her folds. “I was just thinking the same thing about you.” Before she could answer, he pushed her under the spray, laughing when she sputtered and fought him.

  “You’re going to drown me!”

  One hand held her under the spray, while the other slid erotically over her wet skin. Chuckling, he captured a nipple between his lips, sucking it to the roof of his mouth before releasing it. “Stop yelling and you wouldn’t swallow so much water. Haven’t you learned yet that struggling with me won’t do you any good?”

  “Just because you’re stronger than me—”

  She wished she could open her eyes to see him, but he kept her under the spray. She’d never imagined playing this way with him and didn’t realize how much she’d needed a break in the intensity. She realized suddenly that they seemed to recognize her need, and that they’d done the same thing several times already.

  The last few minutes in the bedroom had been too tense, the distance he and King put between them a tangible thing when they’d flipped her to her stomach.

  Now, though, they seemed to want to play, but she still felt the distance that existed between them, a distance that would take more than a little play to close.

  Parting her folds, Royce slid a finger over her clit, laughing softly when she went limp and grabbed his shoulders for support.

  “I can control you with just a finger, darling.”

  She shuddered as his manipulation continued, opening her thighs wider to give him better access. “Royce. God, I love when you touch me.”

  Reaching down, she wrapped a hand around his cock, surprised to find it hard again. “I love touching you.” Slumping against him, she buried her face in his neck and ran her hand from the base of his cock to the tip and back again. “I love the times when I have the freedom to touch you this way.”

  With the warm water of multiple sprays hitting her body and the feel of having her clit stroked, Brenna moaned and held on to him for support, her legs shaking at the mind-numbing pleasure.

  Releasing her clit, he ran his hands over her breasts, his touch both arousing and comforting, the hesitation in his caress making her lift her face so that she could see him. His cock jumped, hard and thick in her hand and becoming harder with each stroke. Royce clenched his jaw, his eyes unreadable. “I love touching you, too. You’re exquisite.”

  Wrapping an arm around her, he pulled her from the spray, backing her against the shower wall.

  “Perfect, in fact.” He removed her hand from his cock and kissed her fingers. “I’ve got some work to do. King got up early to get his done, but I stayed in bed with you. King’s free now to go through your clothes and feed you, while I get some things done so I can spend time with you later.”

  He touched his lips to hers, something, she realized with a start, they did with increasing regularity. He didn’t deepen his kiss, but let it linger, as though reluctant to break contact. Lifting his head, he ran a finger over her bottom lip and stared into her eyes.

  “I’ve got to get showered and get out of here.” Something flashed in his eyes, a possessive steel, tempered with tenderness. “I want you to be a good girl for me today.”

  She wanted to be indignant at his words, and really tried, but found instead that they made her feel special, giving her the impression that he would be thinking about her all day. It did something to her stomach when either one of them spoke to her that way, made her feel warm and very feminine inside, soft against his strength.

  She found that the most irresistible lure of all.

  Each time he looked at her that way, she found herself imagining having Royce and King in her life permanently—imagining how happy she’d be seeing that tenderness in their eyes every day. Knowing thoughts such as that would only end up getting her hurt, she forced a small laugh and looked up at him through her lashes.

  “I kind of thought you and King preferred it when I’m a bad girl.”

  Royce ran a hand down her back, pulling her closer. “We haven’t seen the bad girl side of you yet, though, have we, darling? We will. Before this month is over, we will.”

  Uncomfortable under his knowing stare, she looked away and reached for the shampoo. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She’d done everything she could to hide the independent and outspoken woman that had already intimidated so many men.

  Royce took the bottle of shampoo out of her hand. “Yes, I think you do. We’ll bathe you, Brenna. We take care of what belongs to us—and you, my darling spitfire, definitely belong to us.”

  The arrogance in his tone irritated her slightly, but when he rubbed a dollop of shampoo between his hands and started massaging it into her hair, she went limp, moaning as her head fell back.

  No man had ever done anything so tenderly possessive to her before. Stunned at the intimacy, and the sensation of being cherished, Brenna had to swallow the lump in her throat before speaking.

  “That feels good.”

  Good didn’t even begin to describe the incredible delight of his firm fingers massaging his scalp.

  “Good. Close your eyes so I can rinse you.” She smiled at the amusement in his tone and let her eyes close as he rinsed her hair.

  The door to the large shower opened, and she shivered as a gust of cool air hit her body, her eyes popping open again. “Hey! That’s cold.”

  King came up behind her, his big hands coming around to cup her breasts. “You’ll be plenty warm enough in a minute.”

  She let King support her as she watched Royce shower. Letting her gaze follow the trail of soap down Royce’s body, she reached out to run a finger over a male nipple. “Damn, you look good wet and with those soap bubbles all over you.”

  He grinned, a flash of white against his dark skin. He reached out to tug at one of her own slippery nipples, his eyes filled with amusement.

  “So do you. Now, I’m going to spend the next several hours thinking about you naked and wet.”

  King brought his hands, full of scented shower gel, around to massage her breasts. “As soon as we go through her clothes and decide what she can keep, we’re going out. Rachel’s expecting us, and I think we’re going to pop in to see Logan again. I want her in lace and leather when she’s not in that cotton stuff she’ll be wearing to work.”

  Brenna sighed as King’s hands moved lower, leaning more heavily against him as her body went weak under his tender assault. Moaning when he reached her mound, she frowned and had to struggle to get her thoughts together. “What do you mean—you’re going to decide what clothing I can keep? Who’s Rachel? Where are we going?”

  Royce finished washing his hair and rinsed, smiling when she reached out to trace a line of bubbles over his chest. “I’d like to see the look on Rachel’s face when you walk in there.”

  Jealousy reared its ugly head, and she tried to push King’s hands away, but she probably would have had more luck moving a brick wall
.

  “Who’s Rachel? I’m sure you’ve probably fucked every woman in town, but that doesn’t mean I want to meet them.”

  She couldn’t believe they’d be so cruel.

  Sucking in a breath when King parted her folds and delved between them, she gripped his forearms for support.

  “Son of a bitch!” One strong hand against her abdomen held her still, his fingers holding her folds spread wide, while with the other, he ruthlessly stroked her clit, the pleasure so sharp she couldn’t even breathe. “Damn it, you’re not going to—ahhhh!”

  Royce watched in interest as she came, his eyes glittering with male satisfaction. “Make sure Rachel takes all of her measurements. I don’t want Logan touching her.”

  Her sensitive clit didn’t stand a chance, throbbing and then burning as King sent her over with a casual calm as he continued his conversation. She missed part of it, but the part that she did hear sent her soaring.

  “We’re also going to have to measure her ass for plugs. Since you used one of the smallest ones on her last night, we’re going to have to gradually go larger until we find the perfect one for her punishments.”

  Brenna gaped at him. “Small? It was fucking huge. You said so yourself.”

  Moving his hand from her abdomen, King wrapped a forearm around her waist and lifted her off of her feet, leaving her bent over his arm and dangling several inches off the floor.

  “Nope. It just wasn’t the smallest, as we’d originally intended. Your ass is remarkably tight.”

  Kicking her feet, she reached frantically for something to grab onto, gripping the only solid thing in reach—King’s hard thigh. “That’s because no one ever shoved anything up there before! King! Shit. Put me down.”

  Running his other hand over her ass, he paused to deliver a sharp slap before squirting the cold shower gel over her heated bottom, laughing softly when she squealed.

  “I think our little sub wants desperately to be bad, but she’s just too scared of letting us see that side of her. I can’t decide if she thinks we’re too stupid to see it, too weak to handle it, or lazy enough to let her get away with it.”