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

by Leah Brooke

She slipped off the rest of her clothes, her body humming with awareness under Royce’s intense stare. Tossing her panties aside, she crossed her arms over her chest and met his gaze squarely.

  Still, her need to provoke a response from him proved irresistible. “So, hot shot, what’s next?”

  Royce fingered the whip at his side. “On your knees.”

  Brenna blinked. “What?” He couldn’t be serious.

  Royce took a menacing step closer. “Do I really need to repeat myself? Again?”

  Not trusting the look in his eye, Brenna dropped to her knees. “Fine. There. I’m on my knees, but if you think I’m crawling around on all fours—”

  “Quiet!”

  His voice lashed out, the ice in it sending a sharp chill through her as though he’d actually hit her with an icy whip. The erotic threat hung in the air, intensifying the tension in the room.

  Royce slid a hand over her hair. “It appears that you think that just because I have feelings for you, darling, that you’re going to get away with defiance and attitude.” Coming up behind her, he fisted a hand in her hair, tilting her face back to his.

  The surge of warmth at his admission to caring for her stole her breath. It made her even more determined to challenge him on every level, to make him want her as badly as she wanted him.

  His gaze burned into her. “In fact, the opposite is true. We’re going to be far harder on you than we’d be on anyone else. This is what you need. This is what we need. My feelings for you only make me want more from you. I want it all, Brenna, and I’ll have it from you.”

  Royce smiled, a cold smile filling her with nerves and lust, a dangerous combination, and one she found she craved. “Don’t you move a fucking muscle.”

  He went to the nightstand drawer and came back with the gag. “Scream if you want to. Curse at me. Nothing will make any difference or keep me from teaching you that I can and will make you obey me.”

  He ran a hand over her breast and tugged at her nipple. “I think right now, it’s a lesson you need to learn, one that will be difficult for you to accept, but one that needs to be taught.”

  Brenna didn’t fight him, remaining as still as she could, her knees digging into the thick carpet. She realized that her trust for him had grown as her body leapt in excitement at the cool authority in his voice.

  Once he’d attached the ball gag, he moved around to stand in front of her, his expression cold, but so possessive she wanted to give him everything.

  “Put your shoulders back and thrust those breasts out.”

  Trembling with nerves and a hunger that seemed to grow stronger and darker by the day. Brenna pushed at the gag with her tongue and obeyed him, moaning at the fresh wave of lust.

  “Very good. Now, spread those legs.”

  Mortified at the amount of moisture that coated her thighs, Brenna spread her knees apart, the throbbing of her clit as the air blew over it almost unbearable.

  Squatting down in front of her, Royce ran a hand over her hair before reaching down to pluck at her nipples, the shock of pleasure to her clit making the ache even stronger.

  “Whenever King or I tell you to assume the position, this is exactly the way we want you to be. Keep those eyes on us. They’re very expressive eyes and we want to see them.”

  He ran a hand over her breasts, his frown her only warning before he pinched her nipple. Hard.

  “Keep those breasts thrust out. I didn’t say you could drop your shoulders. No matter what I do to them, you keep them thrust out. Do you understand?”

  Brenna nodded, blinking back tears at the sharp pain in her nipple, and the ensuing heat that had more of her juices leaking from her.

  She hadn’t truly understood the untapped hunger inside her. She’d known she’d been needy, but hadn’t even come close to realizing how unfulfilled she’d been.

  She had a feeling Royce and King could teach her more, show her more of herself than she’d ever known existed.

  Royce slid his hand over her belly. “In this position, your breasts, your clit, your pussy, and your ass are all accessible to your Masters. They belong to us, Brenna. If I want to place clips on those nipples, I don’t want you to move at all. If I think that ass needs to be plugged, you’ll remain still, even pull your cheeks apart if I demand it. You have no say in it. Your body is mine to use as I wish. This is for my pleasure. Not yours. Remember that. Even your orgasms belong to me and I will allow or deny them as I wish.”

  She knew she should be furious. She knew she should be insulted that he would think of her this way, but the intensity of caring and need in his eyes, and her own desire to surrender to his will made it impossible.

  The confusion of her body giving in while her mind demanded she rebel left her reeling, and sent her senses soaring.

  She only knew that every inch of her body craved his touch, and that right here, right now, she had his undivided attention. Her eyes slid to the bulge pressing against the front of his dark trousers.

  He wanted her, and everything he did to her excited both of them.

  She was his and he was hers and nothing else mattered.

  She met his eyes, and nodded, indicating that she understood.

  She accepted.

  She wanted more.

  She wanted it all. She wanted to be unforgettable to them, and to be the most important thing in their lives.

  Royce lifted her chin. “Don’t look at my cock. You haven’t earned it yet. We’re going to see what we can do to get rid of that attitude first. So, you don’t think you’ll crawl on your hands and knees if I command it?

  Before she had a chance to answer, he helped her to her feet, and led her from the room. “We’ll just see about that.”

  As soon as they entered the playroom, Royce closed and locked the door and led her to the center of the room. Turning her to face the door, he placed a hand at her back and one at her belly, guiding her to her hands and knees.

  “Keep those legs spread. Don’t you dare allow your thighs to touch.”

  Taking a chain that had been bolted to the floor, he attached the other end to the collar she wore around her neck, making it impossible for her to get up.

  She tugged at it anyway, frightened by the sound of him opening and closing one of the cabinets behind her, and scared of what he might do. Before she could turn to see what he was doing, he came back.

  The whip hitting her left bottom cheek shocked her so much that she froze. It didn’t really hurt, but it stung, and to her acute embarrassment, made her bottom hole tingle.

  She tried to tighten it, to hold herself closed there, but his booted feet between her ankles didn’t let her close her legs enough to protect her puckered opening.

  Crying out as the whip hit her there, she cursed at him, her words jumbled by the ball gag filling her mouth. She tried to kick at him, even though she knew it would be useless. Her helplessness at the situation she found herself in demanded that she fight, even as her vulnerability and Royce’s dominance excited her, and to her shock, allowed her to settle some inside, secure in the knowledge that he could handle her passion.

  It freed her more than she could have ever imagined, but it also made it harder to defy him.

  He moved around her and squatted down next to her, lifting her chin, the amusement and hard edge of superiority glittering in his eyes sending a shiver through her.

  “You don’t really think I’m going to let you have your way, do you?” He disappeared again, moving to stand behind her.

  “You’re going to see now just what I can do to you. You’ll feel vulnerable, shocked, and even demeaned, but your body won’t listen. Even some part of your mind, one you don’t want to acknowledge, will want more. Fight all you can, darling. It won’t last long.”

  Lulled by his silky tone, the sensation of something pushing at her puckered opening forced a gasp from her, startling her so badly she almost fell. She tried to move away from it, but the chain attaching her to the floor didn’t allow f
or it.

  She couldn’t get up and she couldn’t stop Royce pushing what felt like a thick rubber cock into her ass. The lube on it and her position made it impossible to keep it out, and the hand Royce pressed at her back made her arch, lifting her bottom up and making it easier for him to impale her there.

  Shivers raced up and down her spine at his relentless press of the fake cock into her, each inch increasing her sense of vulnerability and arousal. Moaning at the feel of it stretching her ass as it was forced into her, Brenna fisted her hands and curled her toes as moan after pitiful moan poured from her.

  Moisture continued to leak from her pussy, the warm trickle down her thighs seemingly never-ending.

  Her already heightened senses made the sensations even stronger, her inner walls gripping the cock as it pressed deeper. Marveling at such an erotic display of dominance, she yearned for the sting of the whip again, while clinging to Royce’s voice like a lifeline.

  “Open that ass to me, Brenna. It’s mine. Push back and take this big rubber cock like a good girl. You know you need your ass to be filled when you’re being disciplined. Yes, that’s it. As soon as that ass is breached, I have no trouble with you at all, little sub, do I?”

  She couldn’t object, couldn’t move away. She couldn’t keep her most intimate opening from being filled. Helpless against him, she found herself pushing back against his invasion, needing to take everything he had to give.

  He forced her ass to stretch, to give way, at his relentless push forward.

  Her own trust in him had her pushing back, knowing he’d never allow her to harm herself.

  Her juices ran down her thighs now as she surrendered herself to his mastery with an ease that shamed her. Her breasts felt swollen and heavy as they swung free. Despite her resistance, she wished more than anything that he would give her nipples the attention they craved.

  Reaching down, he released the chain at her neck and moved to stand behind her.

  “Now let’s see you do what you told me you wouldn’t do. Look in the mirror to your right and crawl. Keep those thighs spread and move that delightful ass toward the door.”

  Brenna hesitated, hardly able to believe her own eyes. She turned to look in the mirror and saw Royce standing behind her, holding a long stick attached to the dildo in her ass.

  Royce apparently didn’t appreciate having to wait and pushed the dildo deeper, eliciting cry after cry from her.

  The only way to escape was to move forward.

  Royce followed, the constant pressure on the dildo inside her forcing her to keep moving.

  The decadent sight of her being forced to crawl on her hands and knees by an object impaling her ass was something so far out of her realm that she couldn’t comprehend it. Seeing that big stick sticking out of her ass scared the hell out of her.

  She felt so small, so helpless, so full. His mastery over her complete, Royce seemed thrilled with her response, the satisfaction and hunger on his face making her feel wanton and desirable.

  Royce pressed deeper when she slowed. “Do you know how beautiful you look? Do you have any idea what it does to me to see you so helpless and with that ass filled? King is going to enjoy seeing the video of this later, and hearing those sweet cries coming out of you as you realize there’s nothing you can do except obey.”

  He twisted the cock inside her, the friction of it moving over the inner walls of her anus so intense she almost came right then and there.

  The sharp reminder of just how dark her desires had become, and how completely Royce could fulfill them made her even more determined to be all that he and King needed.

  Eager to please him, she watched him in the mirror, wiggling her ass at him. Thrilled at the look of shocked delight on his face, she shivered as his eyes hardened and met hers as he pushed the dildo a little deeper.

  With a cry, Brenna moved faster, crawling on all fours to the door and rushing to escape the relentless pressure inside her ass. The hard floor made it difficult and she almost slipped a few times, crying out at each jerk of the plug in her ass.

  Royce met her eyes in the big mirrored wall. “I think your ass should always be plugged. Those expressive eyes always have a bit of a glazed look in them every time your ass is impaled. It’s a look I think I’ve become addicted to.”

  Brenna shivered at the sight of her reflection as she crawled to the door, each movement shifting the large dildo inside her. Mortified at how she looked, she rushed to do his bidding, anxious to please him and hopefully get relief from this torment.

  When Royce reached around her to unlock and open the door, the dildo shifted again, forcing a moan from her.

  “Down the hall to your room. I love that look of helpless arousal in your eyes. Defy me again, my darling, and the next time I’ll use a bigger plug and make you crawl around with clamps on your nipples and your clit.”

  Groaning at the thought of it, and thankful for the carpet and thick padding, Brenna hurried down the hall and went into her bedroom, her ass gripping the dildo as her juices ran down her thighs.

  Tingles that warned of her fast-approaching orgasm taunted her, along with the knowledge that she would die of embarrassment if she came now.

  “Stop right there.”

  Brenna stopped, her breathing ragged as the dildo slid almost all the way out and then back in again.

  “One way or another, you’re going to learn to believe what King and I say to you.” He yanked the dildo from her with a speed that sucked the breath out of her and left her bottom grasping at emptiness.

  He helped her to her feet, catching her against him when she would have fallen and sliding a hand down her body to her slit.

  “You’re soaking wet. I knew you were the one, but I didn’t want to believe it.” Fisting a hand in her hair, he tilted her head back. “Scared to believe it.” Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly, his fingers busy removing the gag. “I guess time will tell if I’m right.” His eyes darkened and narrowed. “Do you believe now that I mean what I say?”

  “Yes, Master.” God, she needed to come so badly. Her bottom, still slick from the lube, kept clenching, the need to be filled there now almost unbearable.

  He smiled slightly, the look in his eyes never changing. “We’re not in the playroom, darling. ‘Royce’ will do here.”

  Every inch of her body felt alive and awakened in ways it never had been before, and she found herself so attuned to Royce that even the slightest shift in his expression made her heart race.

  She found herself on the verge of tears, needing him to hold her, to ease some of the vulnerability that left her feeling helpless and confused.

  Royce kept her face lifted to his, his eyes hooded as they held hers. “Open to me. Spread your folds and expose your clit. If you’re good and still, I just might let you come.”

  Sliding her hands down her abdomen and lower, she obeyed him, jolting when his fingers lightly caressed her slick flesh. Drawing shaky breaths, she held herself open, moaning at the exquisite feel of his fingers dancing over her sensitive clit, each small caress making her jolt and sending tingling heat through her as her throbbing clit grew hotter and hotter.

  Royce pulled her closer, bracing her body against his. “When you come, I want you to stay on your feet. Don’t fall. Concentrate on locking those knees.”

  She’d become so aroused that after only a few strokes of Royce’s finger, the warning tingling threatened to consume her, making her feel even more helpless. Trembling everywhere, she gripped the front of his shirt, her pitiful cries more desperate when he removed the fingers from her clit.

  Her vision blurred as tears of frustration filled her eyes. “Please, Royce. Please. I can’t take it. Please don’t tease me.”

  Running his slick fingers over a nipple, he smiled. “You’re such a good girl, but you forget when you’re aroused. If you want me to touch your clit, you have to hold yourself open to me.”

  “Shit. I forgot.” Shaking everywhere, she rushed to
hold herself open to him again, alarmed at how eagerly she participated in her own submission. She cursed when her trembling hands slipped once, and then again, in her rush to get him to make her come before he changed his mind. She groaned, breathing a sigh of relief when she finally managed to hold herself open again.

  Staring up at him, she waited for the touch of his fingers again, hoping like hell that he didn’t refuse her. Her entire being focused on him, on pleasing him and striving for the incredible release that only he and King could give her.

  “Please, Royce. I’m ready.”

  Royce smiled faintly, tapping her nipple. “You have to wait until I’m ready. I’m in charge here, something that you seem to keep forgetting. If you come, it’s because King or I want you to—because we allow it. This has nothing to do with what you want, does it, darling?”

  Brenna shook her head. “Please. I swear I’ll be good. I’ll do anything you want. Please let me come.”

  “On your knees. Present yourself.”

  She drew a shaky breath, not sure if she heard him right. “Now?”

  Between one heartbeat and the next, the small whip at his waist appeared in his hand, the several strips of leather coming down with a slight snap at the tip of her breast, making her nipple sting.

  “I’m tired of repeating myself, Brenna.”

  Dropping to her knees, Brenna snuck in a stroke to her clit before she released her folds, the sting from the whip on her nipple making the swollen nub throb incessantly.

  Royce let the ends of the whip trail over her breasts as he moved to stand in front of her. “Thrust them out and spread wider. Keep your hands at your back or I’ll tie them there.”

  He circled her, trailing the ends of the whip all over her arms, her back, her bottom, and back around to her belly. When he stopped in front of her again, he held his cock in his hand, moving close to put it at her lips.

  “Open. If you please me, maybe I’ll let you come before I go back downstairs.”

  The thought of him being with those other women, the women downstairs with King even now, sparked her jealousy and made her determined to give him so much pleasure that he wouldn’t even be tempted to touch them.