Submission to Desire [Desire, Oklahoma 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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With a knot in her stomach, she unlocked the door again and opened it, looking around for signs of anyone as she reached for it.
The knot in her stomach tightened when she saw her name on the front of the envelope—pasted on with letters from a magazine or newspaper.
Dread washed over her as she closed and locked the door again, along with a sense of satisfaction that she’d gotten a rise from Donner.
Hearing Jesse’s approach, she showed the envelope in her back pocket.
She didn’t want anyone to know about it, especially King. She didn’t want his protectiveness, and Royce’s, to cloud the issue.
She wanted to be loved for herself, not because they thought she needed them to take care of her.
She’d handled Donner for months.
Surely she could handle whatever jerk he had sending notes—some asshole too afraid to face her.
Straightening, she forced a smile when Jesse came back into the room.
Once she dealt with this bastard, King would no longer think of her as someone to be rescued.
He and Royce would see the woman underneath—a woman who challenged them on every level.
Hopefully, it would be the kind of woman they could love.
Chapter Thirteen
Brenna walked through the front door of the club, stopping abruptly at the sight before her. Her stomach knotted. Her heart raced, and she felt as if the bottom had just dropped out of her world.
Straightening, she braced herself, clenching her jaw to hide her anguish.
Women, all naked, and each with their hands behind their backs and eyes lowered, were being herded through the hall and into a room at the far end. In all the times she’d come this way, she’d never seen the big door at the end open, but now it stood wide, allowing the deep male voices from inside to drift to her.
King appeared from her right, issuing orders to the women in a cold, almost bored tone, his eyes like ice when they met hers. Sucking in a breath, she stood frozen in place just inside the hallway, a lump forming in her throat, one that threatened to choke her.
Her lips felt numb, making it difficult to speak, the reality of what King and Royce did in the club hitting her hard. “What the hell?”
She didn’t know what to do or where to look. Confused that seeing King in his role as a Dominant aroused her, she couldn’t deny that the hot jolt of jealousy at seeing him surrounded by naked women both angered and scared her.
The reality that she would see him in this role often if she stayed hit her like a punch to her stomach. She didn’t know how she would be able to see both King and Royce doing this kind of thing over and over.
If they loved her, it might have been different, but she had trouble facing this while still feeling so insecure.
She had to admit, they’d never lied to her. After all, she’d met them because of what they did, but seeing King in action was a blow she hadn’t expected.
She realized with a sudden clarity that it would take a strong woman to live in a committed relationship with Royce and King.
It would take an inner strength that she’d been reluctant to let them see, afraid it would turn them off.
The thought of her strength scaring them off suddenly seemed ridiculous, and hardened her resolve to handle Donner and his friend on her own.
King barely glanced at her as he passed her and stood to the side at her left to make room for the women to go by, speaking in that cold, authoritative tone that never failed to send a thrill through her. She hated that he directed it at a bunch of beautiful, naked women, but couldn’t help but notice that it held none of the affection or intensity that it did when he spoke to her.
His eyes narrowed at her smile, never leaving hers as he continued to bark out orders. “Keep moving. Hands at your sides. Don’t look at me or her. Look straight ahead. Stick those breasts out. Your Masters are inside waiting for you. Don’t embarrass them.”
Dressed in black leather pants and a dark shirt, King looked colder and more formidable than she’d ever seen him. His shirt stretched as he moved, the bulging muscles of his arms and chest clearly defined.
Brenna started forward with the intention of kissing him senseless, but King shot her a steely look just as Sebastian caught her arm in a firm grip.
The surprisingly brawny butler bent to whisper in her ear, his tone one of cold politeness. “Do you really want to embarrass your Master?”
Looking at King, Brenna shook her head, drawing a deep breath. “No.” She wanted to be the kind of woman he needed, a strong woman he could be proud of.
She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him, the sight of him fingering the whip he wore attached to his belt stealing her breath and making her heart pound so hard she wondered if he could hear it.
The slight movement of his fingers trailing over the handle of the whip filled her with trepidation and her own yearning to have him alone. His arrogant stance excited her, giving her the almost irresistible urge to defy him until his attention shifted back to her. The cold gleam in his eyes and the deadly rumble of his voice made him a hell of a threatening presence, one that would make anyone think twice about defying him.
Including her.
Apparently the second-to-last woman in line, a stunning blonde, seemed to think getting King’s attention was worth the risk. She tripped, and even from where she stood, Brenna could see that the other woman had faked it.
Her hand itched to smack the other woman senseless, and she actually started forward, but Sebastian yanked her back before she could take more than a step.
Blondie fell into King, rubbing her naked body against him as he caught her, and making Brenna’s blood boil. She’d love to grab a handful of hair and jerk the woman away from King, but King slid his gaze to hers just then, the warning in his eyes stopping her in her tracks.
She stopped struggling against Sebastian, and lifted her chin, vowing to herself that she wouldn’t give the other woman the satisfaction of losing her temper.
Intrigued, she crossed her arms over her chest and waited, curious to see what King would do. Her stomach muscles clenched as she watched the rest of the women continue down the hall and into the room where another male voice issued further instructions. Judging by the cold authority in his tone, she had a good idea that it was Blade. She blocked it out, unable to tear her attention away from the naked, blonde woman batting her lashes at King.
“Oh, Master King! Thank you for catching me.” She rubbed her hands against his chest, pouting up at him. “You’re so strong. I would love to spend time with—”
Brenna gritted her teeth and broke free of Sebastian, shaking with fury. With thoughts of yanking the woman by the hair, she started forward, not giving a damn about anything but getting that woman’s hands off of King.
“On your knees!”
Brenna stopped short at King’s harsh command and halfway dropped to the ground before she realized that he hadn’t been talking to her at all.
Gulping, she straightened, trembling when King’s eyes met hers. His look only lasted a second or two, but the message in it was clear.
Don’t interfere.
Brenna knew she should walk away right now, but she couldn’t resist the chance to see what happened next. She’d love to watch King put the woman in her place, but she was jealous enough to worry about how he would do it.
The woman fell to her knees, and it irritated Brenna that she’d done it a hell of a lot more gracefully than Brenna would have been able to. The blonde put her hands behind her back without even being told to, clearly enjoying King’s attention.
King eyed her coldly. “You know better. Spread those knees and thrust those breasts out.”
The woman grinned and obeyed him, licking her lips as she eyed the bulge in King’s pants.
King’s displeasure made Brenna feel a little better. “Who’s your Master?”
Brenna crossed her arms over her chest to hide the fact that her nipples had beaded, and fought not to
When he did try, the effect boggled the mind.
Watching him with the other woman, she dreaded ever seeing those glittering eyes look at her with indifference.
She’d prefer anything to indifference.
Indifference was the enemy, and she’d be damned before she let them become indifferent to her.
The woman smiled flirtatiously and shrugged. “Master Joseph.”
A muscle worked in King’s jaw as he flicked a glance at Sebastian.
Brenna stood frozen in place while Sebastian moved away from her, sidestepping the woman kneeling on the floor to go inside the room where the others had gathered. She couldn’t take her eyes off of King, feeling as if she was staring at a stranger.
Suddenly, his eyes met hers, glittering with heat, an intimate look only for her. It lasted just an instant, but reinforced the bond between them, unraveling some of the knots in her stomach.
The promise in that brief look had her anxiously looking forward to being alone with him later tonight.
The tense silence continued as King glared down at the woman on the floor, but Brenna knew his attention was also on her. She felt it, like a living, breathing thing.
A minute later, another man appeared in the doorway of the room at the end of the hall, this one dressed in pair of tailored pants and a white buttoned-down shirt. He glanced dismissively at the woman on the floor before looking at King, frowning.
“Is there a problem?”
King nodded toward the woman at his feet. “Your sub is undisciplined, and too flirtatious. She rubbed against me, flirted with me, and even now is staring up at me when she knows damned well she’s not permitted to look at me.”
The woman lowered her head, but didn’t appear to be too repentant. A smile played at the corner of her mouth as she glanced up at King.
The other man, Master Joseph, sighed. “Yes, she’s getting out of hand. I’m thinking of putting her up for auction and getting a new one.”
King tightened his jaw, appearing even more furious. “She’s yours to do with as you want, but she’s got to pay for her disrespect. Right now, you’re responsible for her. Get her inside and we’ll deal with her.”
Brenna blinked as the other man attached a leash to the collar the woman on the floor wore, and made her crawl into the other room on her hands and knees, her ass lifted high so that her pussy and bottom hole could be seen by anyone they went past.
Trembling at the thought of King looking at her with such displeasure, Brenna avoided his stare.
“Come here, Red.”
Brenna blinked at the cool command, her nipples aching with the need for his touch, and her panties soaked with her juices. She’d become aroused, watching that woman defy him and his own arrogant response to it.
“Now.”
God, that tone aroused her!
She’d already started forward when her eyes lifted to his, her body tense. Each step seemed to last forever, her knees shaking as she approached. She didn’t stop until she stood directly in front of him, staring into his unreadable eyes the entire time.
Lifting her chin, she fought for a bravado that had diminished under his dominant presence, using sarcasm to hide her unease. “Are you going to tell me that I’m not supposed to look at you now?”
King’s brow went up, and to her surprise, a smile tugged at his lips.
“Feeling brave now, are you? I knew it wouldn’t take you long to want to test your boundaries.”
With a hand at the back of her neck, he pulled her close. “When you saw that sub on her knees, did you imagine yourself at my feet?” Reaching out, he tapped a nipple, his gaze holding hers. “I did, and I thought about how good that hot mouth of yours feels on my cock.”
She licked her dry lips, dropping her gaze to stare at one of the buttons on his shirt while she fought not to show how such a small touch from him had her ready to climb the walls.
“Are you really going to punish her?” She knew she probably had no right to ask, but the thought of King doing things to that woman that he’d done to her filled her with jealousy.
King lifted her chin, keeping her head tilted up so she had no warning before his hand ripped open several of the buttons on her shirt and her bra to cover her breast.
“Her Master will. I have my own sub to deal with.”
His eyes narrowed on hers. “If what I do is an issue for you, Red, get out now. I won’t change the way I am, or what I do, even for you.” His hand moved over her breast possessively, leaving no doubt about who was in charge. He tugged at her nipple, his eyes flaring at her cry.
“Especially for you. I’ve always known that my need to dominate couldn’t be changed, but I never realized how strong my desire to possess could be. I’ve been looking forward to your defiance. I saw the arousal in your eyes when she defied me. You wanted it to be you, didn’t you? You wanted to be the one to earn a punishment at my hands.”
Hands dropped onto her shoulders from behind, shocking her so much that she cried out and started to jerk away before she recognized the feel of them.
A touch she would know in the dark. She relaxed, loving the feel of his warmth against her back.
Royce’s grip tightened, his voice a silky whisper against her ear.
“I feel just as possessive. The need to have everything is even stronger now than ever before. I also find that I’m selfish when it comes to you.”
He worked the tail of her shirt from her pants and tied it under her breasts. “Any other time, we would take our sub in there and discipline her along with the others. Not you, though. I would be very upset if anyone other than King and I saw these gorgeous breasts, or that soft, bare pussy, or an ass so luscious that thoughts of it keep me up at night.”
Brenna slumped against Royce, confident that he would hold her, and pushing her breasts more fully into King’s hands. “I’m selfish, too, when it comes to you. I don’t want you touching those other women.”
King squeezed her nipples, tugging until she cried out and came to her toes, his eyes filled with the knowledge of how strongly his aggressiveness excited her.
“For the time you’re here with us, we are definitely exclusive. I’ve told you that.”
Royce pressed his cock against her back. “Doms have the right to take whomever they want, Brenna. It’s none of their subs’ business. We won’t do that to you, but you know the business we’re in. You’re just going to have to accept the rest. Or not. It’s up to you. Now, come upstairs with me. We have a few things to get straight. It appears you’re as in need of attention as much as that submissive is. A good Master would never ignore his woman’s needs.”
King gave her breasts one final caress before removing his hands from her shirt and covering her. Bending, he dropped a hard kiss on her lips before straightening, his eyes glittering with promise. “I’ll see you later. When I come in, I want you on your knees. Royce will show you how to present yourself.”
Brenna’s pulse leapt. “You would make me do that?”
King raised a brow in that arrogant way that never failed to excite her. “It’s what I want, Red. Let’s see how willing you are to please me.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, Brenna allowed Royce to lead her to the elevator. Once inside, she turned to find King staring at her and stilled, the unreadable look on his face sending a wave of longing through her.
She smiled at him, a giggle escaping when his eyes narrowed.
His lips twitched and he shook his head, just seconds before the elevator door closed.
Still smiling, she turned to Royce. “I won’t go down on my knees to him or you or anyone else. So, if that’s your plan, you can forget it right now.”
Royce smiled, a smile of evil intent that made her stomach muscles tighten.
“Yes, my darling, you will, and when you do, your thighs will be soaked with your juices. Do you know why that sub misbehaved? Her Master isn’t giving her enough attention. That’s a dangerous thing.”
Brenna snorted, knowing she’d pay for it later, but determined that neither one of them would take her submission for granted. “You’re delusional.”
Royce’s eyes hardened, his body stiffening. The change in him happened so fast she found herself backing away, only to be caught against him just as the doors opened.
“Get into the bedroom.”
“Look, Royce. I don’t think you understand—”
Royce whipped her around, slamming her back against his chest. “No, my darling little submissive, I don’t think you understand. You’re going to do what we tell you.”
Brenna stopped struggling and forced back her urge to kick him. Lifting her chin, she marched into the bedroom and turned. “You’re right, but—”
Royce lifted a brow. “But nothing. Strip.”
Brenna glared at him, not about to show how much she wanted to be naked and have his hands on her.
She raised a brow at that and looked down to study her nails. “Your vocabulary needs some work.”
“My vocabulary is just fine. It gets the point across. Strip.” His eyes raked over her as he approached and worked his way around her, coming up close to her back.
“I want to see every inch of my property.”
Brenna turned, fuming. “I hate when you say things like that.”
Royce smiled faintly, his too-handsome features somehow appearing even colder. “I know you do, just as I hate repeating myself. It arouses you, too, which pisses you off even more. I understand your motives, Brenna, but each time I have to repeat myself, you’re going to pay for it.”
Curious, she looked up at him as she started to untangle the knot King had made in her shirt.
“Really? How are you going to make me pay for it?”
Royce’s brow went up, a slight smile tugging at his lips.
“You’ll find out.” His gaze lingered on her now-naked breasts, and he wagged his fingers, gesturing for her to hurry up with the rest.
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