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

by Leah Brooke

  The other woman glowed with happiness, a happiness Brenna doubted very few women could attain.

  Erin seemed to have found it, as well as Jesse. The only woman she’d met from town so far that seemed to be a little unhappy was Nat.

  Rachel lifted two bags onto the counter. “I have everything ready for you.”

  King nodded, not looking away from the baby, chuckling when she grabbed on to his finger. “Thanks. There are a few more things I want to look at myself.” He didn’t seem in any hurry, making soothing noises in the back of his throat and apparently fascinated by the adorable little girl. He spoke in low tones to the man holding her while Rachel watched on, the pride and love apparent in her smile she shared with her husband.

  Leaning close to Brenna, she kept her voice at a whisper. “The men in Desire are a unique bunch, aren’t they? Arrogant as hell when it suits them, but mush underneath.”

  Brenna smiled. “Thank you, but King and Royce—”

  King disentangled himself and stood, taking Brenna’s hand and pulling her after him, pointing to a rack of cotton nightgowns. “Pick out a few of those.”

  Smiling, he met Rachel’s eyes. “Mush? Your husbands should beat you more often.”

  Rachel laughed in delight, seemingly unconcerned. “That’s what they both say.” Her smiled fell when Theresa started crying. She rushed to her daughter, leaving Brenna alone with King.

  Distracted by the sight of King’s huge hand sorting through stacks of delicate lace panties, Brenna had to go through the rack three times before she finally decided on two gowns.

  Her face burned as King took the gowns from her, nodding his approval, and they made their way back up to the counter. Each step drove her crazy, the tug to her nipples and clit and the shift of the plug arousing her more by the minute.

  Bending close to King, Brenna kept her voice low, her face burning. “King, what if it falls out?”

  Turning to her, King grinned. “Your ass is too tight for that plug to fall out.”

  With a low chuckle, he wrapped a hand around the back of her neck. Somehow managing to shift her necklace in just the right way to tug at all three clips at once, he smiled again when she gasped.

  “If you’re afraid it’s gonna fall out, you should keep that ass clenched tight.”

  Fisting her hands on the counter, she glared up at him, involuntarily clenching on the plug. “Sometimes, I could smack you.”

  King’s brow went up. “Anytime you want. Just remember, I retaliate, and with something a hell of a lot more erotic than a smack.”

  To her relief, across the room, Boone stood. “I’m taking Theresa back for her nap. Good seeing you, King. It was a pleasure to meet you, Brenna.”

  King nodded and set everything on the counter. “Send the bill to the club. If Red here comes in for anything, just send us the bill.”

  “Will do.” Rachel wrote out a receipt and stuck it in the register before wrapping everything in tissue paper and slipping it into one of the bags.

  “It was nice meeting you, Brenna. I heard you’ll be working for Jesse. Stop in some time so we can talk.”

  Consumed with curiosity, Brenna walked beside King as they made their way back toward the club. The constant stimulation had already worked her into a frenzy, something she suspected King knew very well. “King, I swear, I’m going to come.”

  “By the time we get home, you’ll be ready for more.”

  “I’m ready for more now. I can’t stand it anymore. Why do you always put something in my ass but not my pussy?”

  King chuckled and wrapped an arm around her. “I like your pussy free and available to me at all times. I fill your ass because it makes you docile.”

  “Docile? I’m ready to punch you.”

  King chuckled. “It’ll get worse before it gets better. You’ve got to learn to function while aroused, because it’s going to be a state we keep you in as often as possible.”

  She thought back to something he’d said earlier. “You never did tell me what you planned to do to me when we get back to the club. No, don’t tell me. I won’t be able to stand it. Shit. Tell me. The suspense’ll drive me crazy.”

  With a teasing grin, King reached under her dress to pat her bottom. “You’re a bossy little thing. It’s up to me whether to tell you or not, remember?”

  Brenna slapped his arm, stepping in front of him to snuggle against him, pressing her nipples against his chest. It felt so good, she did it again, wishing they were back in her room and both naked. Looking up at him, she smiled and came to her toes to touch her lips to his chin.

  “That’s not fair. You were going to tell me before but we got interrupted. Can I have a kiss?”

  To her delight, King smiled and wrapped his free arm around her. “Demanding, too. I like that in a woman.”

  Flattening her hands on his chest, she looked up at him through her lashes. “You do? That doesn’t make sense. I thought you wanted me to just submit to whatever you want.”

  Threading a hand into her hair, King tilted her face back and ran a thumb over her cheek, his eyes sharpening at her moan at the tug of the chains.

  “The sweetest surrender is from a woman who has no intention of giving it, a woman who fights it every step of the way.”

  Jealous of the woman he was thinking about, Brenna pushed away from him, tears burning her eyes as she hurried down the sidewalk to the club.

  He caught her almost immediately, dropping the bags to the sidewalk to wrap his arms around her from behind, his breath warm against her ear.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  Struggling against his hold proved futile. Out of breath and blinking back tears, she turned away.

  “I’ve been stupid and made a fool of myself again.”

  Brushing his lips over her hair, he rocked her, his tone gentling. “Why would you think that?”

  “Never mind. I just want to go back to the club and get my things.”

  King kissed her hair and turned her in his arms.

  “Why would you want to do that?” Gripping her chin, he lifted her face, brushing his lips over hers. “I know that being aroused and unfulfilled makes you angry, but if you think I’m letting you go, you’re crazy.”

  Brenna tried to pull away, but her attempts only seemed to amuse him and only served to enflame her further. Furious that he laughed at her, she stopped struggling, not about to provide him with any more entertainment.

  “Let go of me, you big brute. You son of a bitch! You let me make a fool of myself. Well, I’m not doing that anymore. I’m leaving.”

  King gathered her close, brushing her lips with his. “I won’t let you do that. You’re reacting in anger.” He touched a finger to her lips when she would have spoken.

  “Stop it.” He tapped her lips when she tried to speak again, his eyes gentling. “I know you don’t see yourself the way I see you. Your reaction proves that, but you’re too mad now to listen to anything I have to say.”

  Brenna tried to pull away again, but only managed to rub against him, the chains and plug driving her crazy and heightening her arousal each time she moved.

  “I can be angry if I want to be angry. Look, you’re just not what I was looking for. None of this is what I thought I wanted. Now, I just want to leave.”

  King raised a brow, the amusement twinkling in his eyes enraging her further. “Oh? And where would you be going? You already admitted that you hadn’t been able to find another job where you lived before, so what would you be going back to? Did you plan to go somewhere else? Where? You’ve already said that you like it here and you have a job. You have a place to live and you’ve already sent for the rest of your things. No, Red. You’re not going anywhere.”

  Brenna smiled smugly and opened her mouth to use her safe word, but King touched his finger to her lips before she could utter it.

  Lifting her to her toes, he tugged the choker around her neck, the pull to her nipples and clit nearly making her come.<
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  “You use that safe word, and it’s over.”

  Brenna clamped her mouth closed, alarmed at what she’d almost done in anger. She’d almost made the biggest mistake of her life.

  “How did you know I was going to use it?”

  “I’m your Master. My job is to know you better than you know yourself. Now, behave yourself or I’ll take you into one of these alleys and give you the spanking you’re practically begging me for.”

  Stunned by how well he’d already come to know her, Brenna struggled to pull away, each movement driving her closer and closer to orgasm. If she came now, she’d be mortified, but she didn’t know how much longer she could hold back her release.

  She couldn’t even hold on to much of her anger, the hunger inside her making it nearly impossible to think about anything else.

  He’d been right. She wanted to provoke him into doing something that would end this torment.

  Her clit burned, the tingling there making it nearly impossible to stay upright, each tug to it and to her nipples sending little sizzles throughout her abdomen. Her inner thighs had become soaked with her juices, and she kept clamping down on the fucking plug in her ass, making it feel even bigger.

  “Damn you! I’m not giving in to you anymore. I’m not submitting one fucking thing to you ever again. You and your friend can kiss my ass!”

  To her shock, King laughed. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he picked up the bags and hurried down the sidewalk. “There you are. I wondered how long you were going to be able to hold back.”

  “Go fuck yourself.”

  “No, Red. I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to pay for talking to me that way. This is the woman I saw the day you came to the club. You’ve been trying to please and you like experimenting, but you haven’t let yourself go. Until now, you’ve been just going through the motions.”

  The plug moved relentlessly inside her ass with every step, the chain tugging at her already sensitized clit and nipples driving her to the brink of orgasm. Clamping down on the plug, she fought a losing battle. The tingling became more intense, the warmth from it spreading until she couldn’t think about anything else.

  “King!”

  He caught her, rubbing her back as wave after wave of pleasure raced through her. “That’s it, honey. Let it take you. You’re too passionate to ignore this side of yourself. Face it, Red. You need us just as much as we need you. From this point on, you’re going to see what it’s like to belong to Royce and me. What it’s like to be ours completely, not just a submissive, but ours.”

  Holding on to him for support, Brenna fought to speak as the shimmering waves washed over her. Barely able to stand, she appreciated the hard arm around her waist, and buried her face against his chest to hide from anyone who could be watching her.

  Amazed that she’d come on a street corner, and during an argument, she whimpered in her throat as the waves crested and rolled through her. Thankful for King’s support, she leaned into him, letting him take her weight. His soft crooning, much like the sounds he’d made with the baby, washed over her, melting away the last of her defenses.

  His words kept ringing in her head, but she knew he didn’t mean them the way she wanted him to.

  She wanted forever.

  Once she’d started to settle, she lifted her head carefully so as not to apply pressure to the chains, and looked up at King. Unsurprised to find him staring down at her, she met his searching gaze, trying to tamp down the thrill of truly belonging to him and to Royce. Surely, he couldn’t have meant permanently. She reached deep for some of the anger that had dissolved with her orgasm, and cleared her throat.

  “There you are. King, I need to talk to you.”

  When King shoved her behind his back, Brenna sucked in a breath at the tug to her sensitized nipples and clit.

  Blowing out a breath, his big body relaxed against hers. “Hell, Ace. For someone so big, you sure as hell can sneak up on people.”

  Ace’s eyes narrowed. “Comes in handy. Jumpy, aren’t you? Can’t say that I blame you under the circumstances.”

  * * * *

  King pulled Brenna back to his side, caressing her back in an effort to ease her trembling.

  Hell, he’d probably scared the shit out of her.

  Ace’s jaw clenched, a coldly furious look in his eyes that King had only seen a handful of times in all the years he’d known him. “We need to talk.”

  The knot in his stomach turned to ice. “Tell me.”

  A muscle worked in Ace’s jaw. “The handwriting and the fingerprints on the note are Donner’s.”

  King could feel the muscles in his body clench one by one.

  “Where is he?” He didn’t bother to keep the rage out of his voice, but tempered it when Brenna stiffened beside him.

  “Is he still in jail?”

  Ace sighed. “Yes. We’re checking visitors and phone calls. I’ll let you and Royce know what I come up with. It could be anybody. With all the business this town does, we get too many visitors to keep track of. I can’t wait until we get some more help.”

  * * * *

  Brenna tuned out the rest of the men’s conversation, her mind racing. She knew where Donner was being held, and the thought of confronting him appealed to her more by the minute.

  When the men finished their conversation and the sheriff walked away, Brenna had already made up her mind.

  She knew, though, that to get away, King and Royce couldn’t suspect.

  They walked in silence for several minutes, King holding her tightly and stiff by her side.

  “King, what you said before, about belonging to you and Royce, you meant until the auction, didn’t you?”

  King didn’t answer right away, staring down at her, his eyes becoming hard once again. Finally, he nodded once and looked away.

  “Yes. Until the auction. Let’s go. I need to talk to Royce.”

  Brenna wanted to get back, too. She had to confront Donner, and had to figure out a way to get away from King and Royce to do it.

  King’s silence on the way back to the club enabled her to think and come up with a plan.

  Chapter Eleven

  Pulling the robe tightly around herself, Brenna paced her room, more nervous than she’d been since the first day she arrived.

  King had brought her straight here, and after stripping her and removing the chains, plug, and collar, he left, closing the door behind him. Other than telling her to be still while he tended to her, he hadn’t said a word to her.

  She’d heard voices from the room next door, and knew they belonged to Royce and King, but she hadn’t been able to make out more than a few words.

  One of them had been her name.

  She’d taken a hot shower and put on her robe, in an effort to ward off the chill that had pervaded her ever since they’d come back.

  Waiting for them to come through the door, she paced, wondering how the hell she could get out of here before either one of them returned.

  Taking a deep breath, she swallowed a sob, one that she hadn’t even known was there. Of course, it would have been hard to believe that Royce and King would ever want her for more than just a temporary diversion, but the realization of how they must have laughed at the ease in which she gave in to them made her want to cry.

  Swiping her sleeve across her cheeks, she walked to the bathroom to get a cold cloth. Holding it to her face, she stared into the mirror and straightened.

  “You can do this. Just get your clothes and get the hell out of here. They’ll get mad and kick me out. Who cares? You don’t need them.”

  Her voice broke on the last word. Hell, she couldn’t even convince herself. She was very much afraid that she’d found exactly what she needed—that elusive quality that she’d never even been able to identify.

  She’d found it with them—in spades.

  If only she could find a way to hold on to it, she would be the happiest woman on earth.

  The realization had hit
her while she’d been in the shower. Somehow, despite her determination not to, she’d fallen in love with them.

  Really in love.

  And they’d probably never believe it.

  Furious at herself, she went to the door, wondering if she’d be able to pick the lock.

  To her amazement, the knob turned.

  King must have been so upset when he’d stormed out that he’d forgotten to lock the door.

  Knowing it was now or never, Brenna raced to get dressed in the clothes they left for her to wear to work, grabbed her purse, and went out to the hall, her heart beating nearly out of her chest.

  The door to the next room, the room they used for their upstairs office, stood open, allowing her to hear their low conversation.

  Royce sounded furious.

  “If I ever get my hands on Donner, he’s going to understand the word torture.”

  King sighed. “Yeah, but he’s not the only problem. Someone delivered that note, and they did it without leaving any fingerprints on the envelope. We’re going to have to watch Brenna until we find out who it was, and make sure we stay between her and them.”

  Royce cursed. “No one will get through us to get to her, especially with everyone watching her the way they are when she goes into town. We’ll keep her locked up and distracted as much as possible. I like distracting Brenna.”

  He sighed heavily. “I’ll be so glad when this farce is over.”

  Slapping a hand over her mouth to cover her gasp, Brenna doubled over, the knife to her heart more painful than she could have imagined.

  Closing her fist over her car keys to keep them from making noise, she ignored the pain in her hand and hurried toward the stairs, blinking back tears.

  The ache in her heart far outweighed the pain in her hand.

  Once again, she’d made a fool of herself.

  * * * *

  “I’ll be glad when she accepts this way of life and we can finally tell her how we feel.”

  Royce turned from the window. “So you think she’s in there right now planning to leave?”