by Leah Brooke
“I can’t believe the things you do to me. Oh, God. So good. I can’t believe how it feels. I can’t. Stop. Coming.”
Royce withdrew almost all the way and surged into her again, this time a little deeper.
“Just let yourself go. We’re not going to give you a choice anyway. We’re coming to know you well, Brenna. You won’t be able to hide anything from us, and you won’t be able to resist anything we do to you.”
Involuntarily lifting her bottom as he partially withdrew and pushed into her again, she experienced a momentary surge of panic that they wanted to take more than she was ready to give.
Feeling every bump and ridge of his cock as it forced its way deeper, Brenna pushed against him to take more of his length, even as her mind fought giving in to him.
“It’s so deep. You’re really taking me there. Oh, God. No. You want too much. No. Oh! I’m coming again. No!” She cried out as her inner walls clenched, making his cock feel like a hot spear stabbing into her.
“Take it out. Take it out. Oh, God. I can’t stop coming. Make it stop.” She couldn’t even think, the dark eroticism of having a cock up her ass making her shake uncontrollably and plunging her into a world of decadence that thrilled her.
Royce kept his fingers linked with hers when she would have pulled away. “No. This ass is mine to fuck whenever I want it. We’re taking all choice away from you. You’re our little toy to play with at will.”
King fisted a hand in her hair, keeping her face turned toward his when she tried to look away. “You can’t stop it. Yeah, you like having a cock up that gorgeous ass.”
“No.” Angered at how easily they controlled her, she struggled to resist, no longer able to accept the extent of her submission to them. “I’m not going to—ah!—give in to you that way anymore. It’s just lust. You’re stronger than I am.”
Royce pushed into her again, holding himself still. “Yes, we are—and you need someone strong enough to be able to control that passion. You need someone strong enough to be able to give you what you need and to be able to handle you when you lose control. You’re safe with us, Brenna. You can let go. You can scream, and kick and fight, but we’re going to take you, use you, pleasure you, and there’s nothing you can do to stop us.”
He withdrew and thrust once more, groaning as he came, each pulse of his cock in her ass making her shiver. “Ours.”
Brenna opened her eyes, meeting King’s hooded ones. “I’m scared.” She hadn’t meant to say it, but once the words escaped, she couldn’t take them back.
She was scared, scared of how much she gave without meaning to, scared of what she’d be left with when they took it all.
Cupping her face, King ran a thumb over her lips. “We’ll help you. Trust, Red.”
Brenna cried out as Royce withdrew, the head of his cock stretching her puckered opening as he slid free. “I don’t know if I can.”
Royce ran a hand over her bottom and kissed her shoulder. “Only time will tell, Brenna, but this is something special. We want the chance to explore it. You already have a little trust in us. We’ll get the rest.”
Hardly able to breathe, Brenna studied King’s face, remembering the conversation she’d overheard before she’d snuck out. “You mean until the auction?”
King’s expression never changed, but his eyes hardened. “Yes, until the fucking auction. Then we’ll sell you to the highest bidder.” He smiled, a cold smile that sent a chill through her.
His voice changed dramatically, becoming as cold as ice and hard as steel. “From us, though, they’re going to expect you to be well trained and disciplined. You’ll be inspected by hundreds of men, some who just come in for thrills and have no intention of buying.”
Just the thought of it horrified Brenna. “No!”
King rolled her to her side. “Every man from far and wide can come through that door and see you blindfolded, gagged, and with your hands tied behind your back. You’ll be up onstage where everyone can get a good look at you. One by one, they’ll be able to come up and touch you.”
He ran a hand over her breast before pinching her nipple. “They’ll pull your nipples, stick their fingers inside your pussy and ass.”
Brenna shuddered as his eyes turned icy and his voice lowered. “You’ll be bent over and those cheeks spread wide. Think of it, Red. They’ll all be able to come up onstage and each one can shove his finger up your ass. They might even like a show if Royce and I make you come while they’re doing it.”
Sitting up, Brenna held the sheet in front of her, gasping when King ripped it out of her hand. “Don’t ever cover yourself from me again!”
Royce ran a hand through her hair. “King—”
With a curse, King rolled from the bed and started for the door. “Either she’s with us, our way, or she’s not.” He went out, slamming the door behind him.
Royce sighed as he bent to kiss her hair. “If I were you, I wouldn’t even mention that auction again. If you want to go, go. If not, you’re ours. We’ll leave you alone tonight and the doors unlocked. Your suitcase is in your closet. Do what you have to do.”
Brenna watched him walk away, still staring at the door he’d closed behind him.
Did that mean they really wanted her to stay with them, or did thinking about her leaving at the end of the month with another man bother them?
Scared to believe they wanted her beyond the end of their contract, Brenna made her way to the bathroom, hoping a hot shower would ease the chill of being alone.
She finished washing and drying, her movements jerky as she remembered the way King had taken care of her before.
Donning her robe again, she went back into the bedroom, stopping short at the sight of King sitting at the edge of her bed, his head lowered.
He lifted it, his eyes dark and dejected.
“Come here, Red.”
She approached on shaky legs, wishing she could do something to close the distance between them, but she couldn’t trust that they wanted her to stay when she’d already heard them talk about ending the farce between them.
They’d also mentioned several times that they didn’t think she had what it took to see this through.
As much as she’d like to believe she could stay here with them, she knew she could never give them the surrender they wanted, or give herself the way she needed to, unless Royce and King could love her.
She was scared, and hated that her own fears kept her from going after what she wanted most—just as her own fears had kept her from letting go all these years.
Her own vulnerabilities pissed her off.
She paused in front of him, lifting her chin. “What do you want?”
King sighed, reaching out to toy with the belt of her robe.
“Don’t go.”
Nothing he could have said would have surprised her more. Brenna reached for him before she could prevent it and hurriedly pulled her hand back. With her heart in her throat, she took a step back.
“Why not?” She hardly dared to breathe as she waited for his answer.
Holding her gaze, King sighed again. “I was mad when I said those things. I wouldn’t put you up onstage like that, and I’m very much afraid I would kill anyone else who tried to touch you. I’m afraid that I’m falling in love with you, Red.”
Brenna gasped, her heart pounding nearly out of her chest. Her knees gave out and she sank to the floor, holding out a hand when he reached for her.
“Don’t. Don’t say things like that.”
King nodded and helped her to the bed before turning his back and walking away. “Yeah, I figured you wouldn’t be too thrilled with that. There aren’t a lot of women who could put up with the kind of lifestyle Royce and I would demand. It’s fun for a night, but living it every day is something different. I’m sorry. Look, if you need anything…we’ll be here.”
Turning, he smiled, a smile that even she could tell was forced. “Anything at all, okay? Take care of yourself, baby.”
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Even knowing the obstacles they faced, she couldn’t walk away. How could she possibly walk away from the best thing that ever happened to her?
How could she stay, knowing her heart would probably be ripped in two?
She started toward the door, only to hear them head toward the stairs, speaking in low voices as they passed her door.
She knew they had a business to run, and she wanted their undivided attention when they spoke again.
Lying across the bed, she curled into a ball, pulling the pillow closer and hugging it to her. Being here alone would give her some time to think.
She loved them. Both of them. So much that it hurt.
* * * *
Three hours later, she smiled, turning from the window seat, and wiping the tears that streamed down her face.
Getting to her feet, she went down the hall to their office, relieved to see that their door had been left open. Standing in the doorway, she waited until they both looked up, their eyes unreadable.
Royce glanced at King and came to his feet, starting toward her, only to come to an abrupt halt and drop the hand he held out.
“Do you need something, honey?”
Brenna sensed a tension in both of them as they waited for her answer.
“Yes. I need the two of you. I don’t know if I can be what you want, but I’ll never be able to live with myself if I don’t stick around to find out. I–I care about both of you. I know I’m not supposed to. Just don’t pretend that you care about me. We haven’t known each other long enough, but you both make me feel things I never felt before.”
King inclined his head. “You like the sex.”
Brenna smiled, knowing that convincing them that what she felt for them was more than physical gratification would be another obstacle to overcome. “That’s all you’ve shown me. The only way we’re going to be able to see if this works is to get rid of all the games.”
Royce smiled, the tension easing from his tall frame. “Not all of the games, but I see your point. I’m willing, if you are, but there are times when you’re going to get mad and want to walk out.”
King came to his feet. “If you’re ours, we’ll stop you.” He took a step closer and held out his hand to her, smiling when she took it. “And we’ll talk. I think that’s something that’s been missing.”
Royce took her other hand as King drew her closer. “Come sit in here and watch television while we finish up. Then we can all go to bed. It’s been a long day.”
Nestled against King’s chest, Brenna met Royce’s gaze. “Royce, do you…care about me at all? I mean, I know this is forward of me and we haven’t known each other very long, but I—”
Royce grinned and pulled her closer, teasing her lips with his. “I think it’s a fair question to ask a man who’s already had his cock in your ass. Come here.” He slipped a hand into her robe to cup a breast, sending a rush of pleasure through her with every stroke of his thumb over her nipple.
“Yes. I do. You’re a remarkable woman, but I don’t think we’ve gotten to the real you yet. I’m looking forward to meeting that woman.”
Uneasy now, Brenna shook her head, involuntarily leaning into his caress. She didn’t think she could never get enough of their touch.
“I think you expect more than I can give you. I haven’t lied to you, or put on any act. If you expect more from me, you’re going to be disappointed.”
She wanted to be everything to them, to have them look at her the way Royce looked at her now.
With wonder. With hunger. With affection.
And hopefully, one day, with love.
Meeting King’s eyes, she took a shaky breath. “That’s why I didn’t want you to say those things to me. It would kill me to disappoint you.”
King slid his arms around her, placing a hand over her bare mound, igniting a barrage of tingles just under the surface of her sensitive flesh.
“Just be yourself. Don’t be afraid of us and don’t hide your feelings. Be yourself, and you could never disappoint us.” He slipped his fingers through her folds and teased her clit. “Go lie on the bed where we can watch you. Watch something on television until we finish. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.”
Chapter Twelve
After smoothing the address label, Brenna set another box aside just as Jesse came into the back room.
Grinning, the owner of Indulgences plopped into a chair at the table. “Whew! Wow, you’ve certainly got a lot done.” She reached for her coffee, took a sip, and grimaced. Looking at the clock, she came to her feet. “I poured this two hours ago. No wonder it’s cold.”
Brenna grinned back and printed out another order form, amazed at the number of orders that just kept coming through. “At least you’re busy. So many businesses these days are struggling.”
Jesse grinned, her beautiful face glowing. “The businesses in Desire seem to have a unique, and very loyal, clientele. Thank God. I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t ended up here.”
Brenna turned from the box she’d just assembled. “You’ve been here a long time, right?”
After rinsing her cup, Jesse poured herself another cup of coffee. “A little over two years. My anniversary’s coming up.”
Brenna had just reached into the large cupboard for a small tube of scented anal lube, her bottom clenching at the memory of Royce taking her there. Turning, she carefully kept her burning face averted as she placed the lube into the box.
“Everyone knows you. I figured you’d been here for years.”
Jesse took a sip of her coffee and set it aside. “No. The people here are just really friendly.” Shrugging, she grimaced. “For the most part, anyway. I came here to visit my sister, Nat, and was surprised at how welcoming everyone was. As long as you don’t make trouble, or criticize the lifestyles people lead here, everything’s fine. They’re having a little trouble with a couple of new men in town, so be careful. They haven’t done anything that anyone can put their finger on yet, but they have an attitude the men don’t like. Bob and Avery Sikes. If you happen to run into them, don’t let their crude remarks sway you from staying. They do not represent the men here.”
Brenna reached up into the cabinet for the next item on the list. “I assume you know why I came here.”
Jesse nodded, her eyes full of sympathy. “Yes, and we’re all so glad that you’re okay. You’re safe here. Men like Donner don’t stand a chance in this town.”
A bubble of laughter broke free before Brenna could prevent it. “I don’t know about safe. You know that I’m with Royce and King, at least for now.” So nervous that she almost dropped a jar of cream, Brenna shrugged. “I’ve never met men like them before.”
Frowning, she placed the jar of cream into the box she was packing. “Come to think of it, I’ve never met men like the ones who live here. They’re…unique.”
Jesse went to the computer and printed out the next order, laughing softly. “The men in Desire are indeed unique. I couldn’t believe it myself when I first came here. I thought it was all about sex, but the men here really care about women. Sometimes it’s frustrating as hell, but once you figure out how to handle them, it gets easier.”
“How to handle who?” A very tall, very intimidating-looking man walked through the door. He set the bag on the table before crossing the room and wrapping his arms around Jesse from behind. With a small smile, he held out his hand to Brenna.
“Hello. You must be Brenna. I’m Clay Erickson.” He nuzzled Jesse’s neck. “Who do you handle, Jesse Erickson?”
Jesse grinned, her eyes gleaming with love for the big man. “I handle you, darling, on a regular basis. Where’s Rio?”
As if on cue, the back door to the shop opened again. Another man came through the doorway, a man every bit as large as Clay.
Her heart skipped a beat when King walked in behind him.
Stiffening, she touched the choker around her neck. “Hello, King.”
Nudging Rio aside, King dropped the bag she hadn’t noticed before and came toward her. “Hello, Red. Hey, Jesse. Rio said this is the time you usually stop for lunch. Rio, this is Brenna.”
Rio grinned. “The woman who has tongues wagging all over town. Glad to finally meet you.”
She leaned into King as his arm came around her, her face burning. Trying not to think too much about his muscular chest, and crossing her arms to hide the way her nipples beaded as soon as he walked through the door, she kept her attention on the others.
“People are talking about me? Why?”
Jesse shot a look at Rio and pushed out of Clay’s arms. “Everyone is always talking about the new person in town. You should have heard the way they talked about me when I first got here. What did you guys bring us for lunch? I’m starving.”
After they’d started eating, Clay paused with his sandwich halfway to his mouth and slid a glance at Jesse. “So, darling wife, do you want to explain how you handle me?”
Jesse swallowed her bite of sandwich and patted his hand. “It’s not something you would understand. It’s kind of a woman thing.”
Rio grinned. “Hey, if you’re looking for volunteers, I’m happy to let you handle me, Jesse.”
Jesse laughed, leaning against Rio, who sat on her other side. “I know, Rio. I handle you every day.”
Rio gripped Jesse’s hand as she raised a potato chip to her mouth and used his own mouth to swipe it from her. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, darlin’.”
Brenna stared down at her sandwich, slightly depressed. Seeing Jesse with her two husbands only emphasized just how much emotional distance still existed between her, Royce, and King.
King set his sandwich aside and stood, surprising Brenna by taking her hand in his and tugging her to her feet. “Jesse, I’m going to take Brenna outside for a minute. We’ll be right back.”
Rio grinned. “Take your time. It’s been hours since I kissed my wife.”
Brenna dragged her feet as she went with King outside, aware of how tense he’d become. He didn’t stop until they’d gone around the corner of the building, a place hidden from view of anyone passing by.
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