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

by Leah Brooke

  King flipped back the covers and patted the bed beside him. “Lose the robe and come here.”

  Brenna barely resisted the urge to stamp her foot. “Damn it. You don’t listen to anything I say.”

  King smiled. “I listen to every word that comes out of your mouth, baby doll. Do you listen to us?”

  She didn’t trust his deceptively casual tone. “Of course.”

  King inclined his head. “Then you know you broke several of the rules that we explained to you. You disappeared without telling us where you were going and you put yourself in danger.”

  Royce put the last of the clothes away and came back to her, gripping her upper arms to lift her to her toes.

  “Then you know there are consequences to your actions.”

  She lifted her chin, her nipples already tingling. “I came back, didn’t I? I’m not afraid of you.”

  Not about to show them how vulnerable she felt, Brenna resisted the compelling urge to cover herself.

  King threw his head back and laughed, a deep belly laugh that made her feel even more foolish.

  “Nice try, Red. You’re scared all right and you know it.”

  Circling her, he came up behind her. With slow deliberation, he reached around her to cover her breasts with his palms, chuckling against her ear when she arched more fully into his hands.

  “But you trust us to give you what you need.” With the lightest touch, he grazed her tender nipples with his rough palms.

  “You want us to touch you, caress you, and give this body the attention it deserves.”

  Standing in front of her, Royce lifted her chin. “You like the attention we give you. You need it as much as you need the taste of the whip, and the feel of lying helpless and vulnerable over our laps while we heat that incredible ass.”

  Brenna slumped more heavily against King with every word, her body recognizing its Masters. She gulped, her throat dry. “I don’t appreciate b–being treated l–like a child.”

  Royce ran his thumb over her bottom lip, his eyes flaring when she parted them and touched her tongue to his thumb.

  “You’re not treated like a child, and you know it. You’re a woman with needs we want to explore, needs King and I both want to satisfy. There’s a hunger inside you that’s only partially awakened, and you’re scared to death to see the level of submission you’re truly capable of. You won’t be able to satisfy the hunger completely until you know the truth about yourself.”

  King ran his hands over her bottom, cupping her ass cheeks and squeezing until her bottom hole stung, sending a fresh rush of moisture to coat her inner thighs.

  “You don’t think we know just how much you like the attention to your ass? Do you have any idea how much we like playing with you there? Filling you?”

  Royce touched her clit, his eyes flaring at her gasp.

  “I knew you were strong enough. Like you said—you came back.”

  King dropped on to the bed again. “So, you can be strong enough to accept the punishment you know have coming to you, or you can use your safe word and walk out that door for good. Your choice.”

  “What about the auction? Would I be able to use my safe word then?”

  Royce lifted her chin with a firm finger. “Is that what you plan to do?”

  Brenna shrugged. “It’s none of your business, is it?”

  Royce’s eyes hardened. “It’s definitely my business, since you’ve already been promised on the auction block. You’ve already signed the contract.”

  The thought of being sold to the highest bidder filled Brenna with horror. She couldn’t imagine anyone but Royce or King touching her now.

  King sat up. “What’s the matter, Red? You chickening out? I knew you were one of those that only wanted to dip your toes in. You’re too scared of how much you like it to commit to anyone. You want to flit from Master to Master, playing at it instead of becoming part of a lifestyle you’re clearly meant for.”

  He grinned, his eyes full of challenge.

  “You haven’t got the guts to go the distance. Hell, if one month is too long for you, you’d never survive. Is that what it is, Red? You not gutsy enough to see it through? I knew that woman breathing fire at my door had to be an illusion. I thought you had spunk, but you just want the easy way.”

  Brenna whirled. “You have no idea what you’re talking about, you asshole!”

  King laughed. “Sure I do. You don’t have the guts to go for what you want. You’re too timid and shy to be a real sub, so you want to play at it whenever your panties get wet. We’re willing to play for awhile, but we all know you could never be the kind of sub who could keep a Master interested for long.”

  “Fuck you!” Thankful that her rage masked the knife to her heart, she went on the attack. “Wait until I get to that auction. The men there are going to be climbing over each other to get to me. I’ll be the best there.”

  King shrugged. “We’ll see. You can’t even follow instructions.”

  Brenna smiled sarcastically. “I can follow instructions when I feel like it. I don’t feel like it. I don’t want to play your little games now. Get out.”

  Royce caught her to him from behind before she could avoid him. “There’s a concept I don’t think you’re getting here, Brenna. King and I aren’t playing.”

  Before she knew it, she found herself facedown over Royce’s lap. Panicked, she struggled to get free, screaming at each sharp slap landed.

  “You son of a bitch! Let me up. Bastard.”

  No man had ever handled her with such ease before, such confidence. No man she’d ever known had ever made her feel so secure, or so desired.

  She needed this as much as she needed air, and the knowledge was hard to accept.

  King laughed and the bed shifted as he got up. “I’ll get a plug.”

  She saw his bare feet as he walked past her, but she couldn’t see anything else. “No! You’re not sticking a plug in me. Every time I turn around, you’re sticking something in my ass!”

  Royce delivered another slap. “It appears to be the fastest way to get your attention.”

  Her bottom clenched at the thought, and to her consternation, her pussy also clenched, her juices flowing to coat her thighs. Embarrassed to let Royce see her body’s reaction to his spanking, she struggled even harder.

  They would both know just how much she loved it—the ultimate humiliation.

  “Let go of me, damn you! Just fuck me and be done with it.”

  Royce ran a hand over her ass. “You know better than that, darling.”

  Her ass burned, the heat of his spanking spreading, but it was the sense of helplessness against it that really turned her on.

  He spanked every square inch of her bottom, never hitting the same place twice. He spanked the delicate place between her thighs and bottom, making her clit swell and her pussy and ass tingle.

  No amount of fighting or wiggling could get him to stop, and she couldn’t get free. Just being bent over his lap excited her more than she cared to admit.

  When King’s feet came back into her line of vision, she fought harder, panicking again when Royce grabbed her wrists and held them at the small of her back. “No. Don’t you dare put anything in my—uf!”

  She couldn’t get the rest of it out as King forced something into her mouth, fastening it around her head to keep it in place.

  She knew what to expect, knew she couldn’t stop it.

  It proved that they knew what she needed, craved, more than she did.

  Royce ran a hand over her bottom, spreading the heat. “That’s better. Like I was saying, King and I aren’t playing. You belong to us for the rest of the month, and afterward, you’ll be put up at auction. You can resist all you want, but you’re staying and you’re going to learn how to behave. You need to be tamed, wildcat.”

  Biting the rubber ball in her mouth, Brenna cursed at him, frustrated that nothing but angry sounds came out. If they thought she would just lie there and let them do
what they wanted to her while planning to get rid of her when they were done, they were both sadly mistaken. She’d surrender her body, but not her will.

  By the time the month was over, they’d be begging her to stay.

  King bent by her head, his eyes so dark and filled with anticipation it shook her.

  “You know what your problem is, Red?”

  Brenna struggled harder, wishing she could smack that smug look off of his face.

  King ran a hand over her hair, lifting his other hand to show her the plug he held, one that had already been coated with lube. “You’ve never found a man who could handle all that passion before, so you give in, trying to convince yourself that he overpowered you. Do you fantasize about that while he takes you? Do you fantasize that you didn’t have any choice and that he makes you do things you don’t want to do?”

  Royce slapped her ass again. “Did you fantasize about that with us? Did you pretend that you had no choice? Well, darling, that’s your reality now, something you fail to truly understand. You have no choice. We’re going to take what we want from you and make you do things you don’t always want to do. There’s no choice anymore.”

  King came to his feet. “Open that ass for me.”

  Startled to find that her wrists had been tied with the belt of the robe while she’d been listening to King, Brenna fought harder as Royce gripped a buttock in each hand and spread them wide.

  Expecting the plug, she tried to clench her bottom tight. The sharp sting of a whip hitting her puckered opening shocked her so much, she stilled, tears stinging her eyes at the pain. It took only a few seconds for the pain to subside, and a sharp tingling, almost too sharp, began to spread around her bottom hole. Made even worse as Royce held her open, the sizzling heat surrounding her forbidden opening had her clenching her ass, kicking her feet in an effort to escape the overwhelming sensation.

  Before she could come to grips with it, the hard plug pushed relentlessly at her opening, the cold rubber a sharp contrast to the heat already there.

  Hardly able to believe their imagination and how much she reveled in everything they did to her, she gulped in air, struggling to take in the incredible pleasure racing through her.

  She couldn’t fight them. She couldn’t stop the plug from going inside her. She had no defense against the orgasm that threatened to overtake her.

  King shoved the plug into her, forcing her ass to stretch to accept it. The feeling of incredible fullness and extreme sense of vulnerability at having her most private place used and filled at their whim sent her over in a wave of heat unlike any orgasm she’d ever experienced.

  Royce’s hold kept her from bucking, forcing her to remain still as the intense surge of heat washed over her.

  “That’s it. Come. We can handle you, Brenna. We can handle all that passion inside you. We’ve been walking on eggshells with you, but that was obviously a mistake.”

  Brenna slumped. If they’d been walking on eggshells with her so far, she couldn’t even imagine what lay in store for her in the future.

  When Royce untied her hands, she automatically reached for the rubber piece in her mouth, only to have King take her hands in his, lifting them over her head and retying them to the head of the bed as Royce laid her on her back.

  King bent, taking a nipple between his teeth, running a hand down the center of her body to her pussy.

  The sharp pain to her nipple sent a jolt of heat to her pussy, forcing her to clamp down on the finger King shoved inside her.

  He leaned close, withdrawing his finger. “Consider that invisible leash around your neck tugged, Red.”

  Her eyes went wide at his audacity. Struggling to pull her wrists free, she kicked at him as he pushed her thighs wide and made a place for himself between them.

  He lowered his pants to his knees, eyeing her pussy as he rolled on a condom.

  Royce pinched a nipple with one hand, while the fingers of the other covered her clit and began to move.

  Brenna fought for all she was worth, cursing at them around the gag, but nothing she could say or do could stop them.

  Looking into Royce’s eyes as the next orgasm hit her, she saw the flash of heat in them and a possessiveness so intense, it stole her breath. At that moment, more than at any time since she’d come here, she belonged to him. The knowledge shone in his eyes, could be felt in his touch.

  When he smiled at her, she would have done anything he asked, been anything he wanted her to be.

  “There it is. There’s the woman who knows what she needs.”

  King groaned, lifting her thighs high and spreading them wide before plunging into her.

  “If I had my way, you’d spend the rest of your life in this position. Yeah, Red, keep clamping down on my cock. Nice and tight, especially with that plug in your ass.”

  Royce took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging them away from her body and holding them there while every thrust of King’s cock inside her moved her and made the pull stronger.

  Every thrust shifted the plug inside her ass, making it seem as though King’s large cock filled her in both openings. His strong hands held her hips steady for his thrusts, making her feel small and even more helpless.

  Her ass burned, the intense heat from her spanking and the stroke of the whip still strong. The full, stretched feeling made it even more overwhelming.

  A slap to her clit from Royce had her screaming around the gag, bucking as much as King’s hold allowed.

  Royce released her nipples, his eyes hooded as he began to remove his clothes. “She knows. She’s ours now, and she knows it. Ours to fuck. Ours to play with. Ours to enjoy. We own her now.”

  Brenna gasped as the muscles in her stomach quivered and she began to come again. It took her by surprise, swelling inside her with a speed that gave her no time to catch up. She hadn’t thought it possible to come again so soon on the heels of such immense pleasure, but King and Royce seemed determined to drag every last bit of response from her.

  This orgasm rolled over her slowly, not as intense as the last two, but lingering, sapping the last of her strength. Every inch of her body trembled, vibrating from within as King surged deep and came with a groan, each pulse of his cock against her inner walls filling her with delight that such a man could find such pleasure in her.

  His eyes closed briefly as he threw his head back. When he opened them again and stared down at her, the look of tender possession shining in them made her heart skip a beat.

  He looked so strong and fierce, the most masculine man she’d ever met. He could sometimes be cold, sometimes teasing, but always hard and unmistakably dominant.

  But the way he looked at her now, his features softened with indulgence and caring, caused a rush of warmth that both thrilled and alarmed her.

  She couldn’t trust it—couldn’t allow herself to believe it meant any more than his satisfaction with her at that moment.

  She couldn’t allow herself to believe that it meant he wanted to be with her beyond right now. She knew better.

  This would only last for the rest of the month.

  When Royce touched her wrists, her head snapped to the side. She looked over his nakedness, her pulse tripping when she saw that he’d already donned a condom.

  Releasing her wrists, he bent over her, his beautiful face filling her vision. He removed the gag and then began to rub her wrists, his eyes never leaving hers.

  “You’re incredibly beautiful, especially the way you look right now. I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to let you go.”

  The surge of delight that went through her made her dizzy.

  He covered her mouth with his while rubbing her wrists, swallowing the moan that escaped when King withdrew from her pussy. Sliding his tongue past her lips to tangle with hers, he took possession, kissing her with a slow thoroughness that demanded surrender. He held her, absorbing her shivers as King worked the plug free and lowered her legs back to the bed, leaving her ass clenching at
emptiness.

  Lifting his head, Royce rolled her to her belly and covered her body with his, using his knees to push hers wide.

  Brenna shivered at the warm breath against her ear and the feel of his cock brushing against her inner thigh. Breathing heavily, she moaned as his cock pressed against her puckered opening, which was still slick from the lube.

  “Royce. Oh, God. What are you going to do? Oh, my God. It’s going inside me.” She sucked in air, releasing it in moaning pants as Royce laced his fingers over hers and pushed the head of his cock through the tight ring of muscle and into her ass.

  Nothing in the world had ever made her feel so completely defenseless.

  Chills raced up and down her spine, the hard cock inside her much more intimidating than any plug. His cock was huge, and she had no way of controlling how deeply he pushed it into her or how fast his strokes would be.

  The level of dominance in the act staggered her.

  His cock was actually in her ass!

  Hot. Thick. Burning.

  Taking.

  Using her most vulnerable opening for his pleasure.

  The tingling began again, this time encompassing her entire slit, and to her mortification, she found herself pushing back against him in an effort to take more.

  He used his legs to close hers again, keeping most of his weight off of her by bracing himself on the knees he pressed snug against the outside of her legs.

  “Easy, baby. I won’t go deep—this time.”

  Won’t go deep?

  It felt like his cock went all the way to her throat!

  Brenna shivered, the chills going up and down her spine becoming stronger as Royce pushed his cock a little deeper. Her ass burned, her inner walls clenching on the thick cock stretching her impossibly wide.

  “I can’t take it. It’s too hard. Too hot. Too big.”

  Royce bit her shoulder, pushing more of his cock inside her, and making her whimper.

  Brenna held on to Royce’s hands, crying out repeatedly as he thrust his cock inside her ass. The tingling waves started again, rolling through her, but instead of giving her satisfaction, they kept the pleasure bubbling inside her.