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

by Leah Brooke

  Opening her mouth, she took the head of his cock inside, moaning at the delicious taste of him. Rich and exotic, it excited her senses and made her hungry for more.

  Forcing herself to ignore the stiffness of her jaw caused by the ball gag, Brenna had to open her mouth wide to accommodate him. She worked her tongue around his cock, sucking him deeper, rising slightly to reach him better.

  Royce’s thumbs moved over her jaw. “When King comes in later, I want you to fall to your knees the way I taught you. Don’t disappoint me.”

  Brenna bobbed her head, the only way she could answer. Thrilling at the change in his tone, and the way his hands tightened in her hair, she inwardly smiled.

  The thrill of pleasing him excited her on many levels, and in ways she’d never experienced with any other man.

  Her acute awareness of him allowed her to please him more. She noticed that when she ran her tongue over the underside of his cock in a certain way, his hands tightened in her hair. When she sucked him deeper and used her tongue, his strokes became less smooth.

  As he became more aroused, so did she, each nuance of his response heightening hers.

  After having the rubber cock in her ass, she now felt empty there. Her pussy released even more of her juices, clenching with the need to be filled. Her clit and nipples burned with the need for his attention.

  Shaking with lust and aching everywhere, she moaned around Royce’s cock, inwardly thrilling at his answering groan. She wouldn’t be able to handle being left in this condition for long, but the reality that he could do it, would do it had her sucking him harder in her desperate attempt to give him pleasure.

  Running his hands through her hair, Royce groaned. “This is so natural to you, and yet you fight it.” He slid deeper and withdrew almost all the way before sliding to the back of her throat.

  “I don’t mind if you fight me. I enjoy overcoming your struggles, but the idea that you fight yourself saddens me. You’re a strong, determined woman, Brenna, but I’m not going to let you walk away from something all three of us need so badly.”

  Brenna tightened her lips around his cock, spurred on by his claim and needing to prove that she could make him just as helpless as he made her.

  Royce chuckled softly and groaned again. “Yes, you please me very much, but if you think for one minute that I’m going to let you top from the bottom, you’re sadly mistaken. This mouth is mine to fuck whenever I please. I can take my pleasure with you and walk away, leaving you aroused and needy.”

  Stricken at the threat, Brenna grunted and shook her head. She still couldn’t come to terms with being forced to crawl, pushed along with a stick attached to the rubber cock in her ass.

  How could she be turned on by something so degrading?

  Even as he used her mouth, she could think of nothing more than his pleasure and the hope that he would release her from this torment.

  Royce moved faster. “Yes, I can, and you wouldn’t be permitted to pleasure yourself. No orgasms for you unless King or I permit it.”

  She knew he would have no way to stop her, and that he’d never know if she made herself come, but his words excited her all the same.

  Brenna let her eyes flutter closed, taking him to the back of her throat over and over. His cock jumped, the only warning she had before he flooded her mouth with his release. Swallowing every drop, she continued to suck him, bathing his cock with her tongue and trembling with anticipation of her own release.

  When he withdrew, she stared up at him, smiling with pride at the look of male satisfaction in his eyes. His slight smile, so thrilling and beloved, warmed her from within, his expression one of tenderness as his eyes searched hers.

  “It would take me the rest of my life to do all the things I want to do to you. I want to explore every boundary and misconceived idea you have about your own sexuality and push it further.”

  She started to reach for him, only to remember at the last second that she was supposed to keep her hands at her back.

  “Just don’t do anything like making me crawl on my hands and knees again. I can’t believe you made me do that. What did you say about King seeing it? You have a tape of it?”

  Royce’s eyes narrowed. “Unless King and I are both with you, whatever happens in the playroom is taped. If you’re with King, I watch it and then delete it. King does the same if you’re with me. You belong to both of us, Brenna.”

  Her face burned. “No. I don’t want him to see that. I can’t believe you did that to me.”

  Royce fastened his pants and knelt down in front of her. “No. What you can’t believe—what you won’t allow yourself to accept—is that it excited you. It’s not the idea that you crawled around on all fours. It’s that you see now that I can make you do it. You had no control over the situation and you believe now that I’ll do what I say I’ll do. I don’t make idle threats. You’re also amazingly vulnerable when your ass is taken.”

  He took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and rolled them, his eyes narrowing when she cried out.

  “Bit by bit, you’re coming to understand just how much we’ll control you, and how much you need that control, especially as we all discover just how deep that hunger inside you goes. The more you understand, the happier and more settled you’ll be. You’ll accept it because you know that neither King nor I will ever harm you in a way from which you can’t recover, and that we both care deeply for you.”

  She opened her mouth to speak, but whatever she’d been about to say dissolved under the feel of his fingers sliding over her abdomen to settle on her clit.

  Royce stroked her, her slippery juices easing the glide of his fingers over her throbbing flesh.

  “The deeper our feelings go for you, the stricter we’ll be with you. We can’t allow anything to happen to you, darling, and we’ve got all those secret hungers inside you to explore. At the same time, our possessiveness of you and our need to dominate appears to be stronger with you than it’s ever been. Come, sweetheart. Now.”

  Brenna sucked in a breath as her orgasm rolled through her, as if by his command.

  Nothing that either he or King had done to her up to this point proclaimed their mastery over her like making her come with just a command to do so.

  Falling against him, she cried out her pleasure, gripping his shirt in her hands and burying her face against his chest.

  She stiffened as the wave of pleasure crested, her entire body caught in a tingling mass of heat that left her shaken and weak.

  Through it, Royce’s touch never faltered, his insistent and steady stroke to her clit continuing even after she began to come down.

  His slick fingers moved continuously over her too-sensitive clit with relentless precision despite her cries, her pleas for him to stop.

  In this position and with her knees pressed into the thick carpet, she couldn’t close her legs against it. Grabbing his forearms, she tried to push him away, but she couldn’t budge him.

  “No more. I came. Please, I can’t take it.”

  Royce held her in place with a hand on her shoulder and continued to stroke her clit. Lifting his hand from her shoulder, he wrapped it in her hair, tilting her face up to his.

  “This is mine to stroke as long as I like, remember?”

  Shaking uncontrollably, Brenna whimpered. “No. Please, no.”

  Royce’s hooded gaze held hers as he dipped his head and took her lips with his, the dominance he somehow managed to inject into his kiss sending her senses reeling.

  He parted her lips with ease, using his tongue to explore her mouth and brand it as his. It went on and on leaving her weak and limp, trembling helplessly, her body jolting at every caress to her clit. Too strong. Too raw. Too much.

  Lifting his head, he studied her face and smiled, apparently satisfied with what he saw.

  Although he slowed his strokes to her clit, he kept up the light pressure, his eyes flaring at her whimpered cries.

  “In this position, you ca
n’t close against my touch. This clit belongs to me. I thought you understood that.”

  She couldn’t stand it anymore. Her clit had become too sensitive for attention, so much that even the slightest slide of his finger over it made her jolt and cry out.

  The hand in her hair loosened, sending more delicious sizzles through her as it glided down to the small of her back, where it firmed.

  “Arch that back. I want those breasts thrust out to me. Invite me to touch them. Cup them. Lift them to me.”

  Brenna obeyed, shocked at how submissive it made her feel each time she made herself more available to him. The burn in her clit warned her of another orgasm, one that she hadn’t thought possible. Her chest heaved with every breath, her cries growing louder as the slight pain of having her too-sensitive clit stroked combined with the need for more.

  She watched in fascination as Royce lowered his head and took an aching nipple into his mouth, forcing herself to keep her back arched and her breasts thrust out when her instinct was to curl forward. She cried out at the sharp pull, gasping when he scraped his teeth over it, sending more of those waves of awareness racing through her.

  The hand at her back moved lower to rub the cheeks of her ass, sending shivers up and down her spine just as she began coming.

  She could feel the moisture release in a rush, and fought to remain still when his fingers slid through her slit from behind, one coming dangerously close to her puckered opening before sliding into her pussy.

  Royce released her nipple, staring down at her as her orgasm crested.

  “Beautiful. I could watch you come all day.”

  Brenna shook her head, knowing she couldn’t endure any more. “It’ll kill me.” Limp and breathless, she slumped against him, struggling to get enough air into her lungs, her pussy on fire as his firm strokes continued.

  “Royce. Too much.”

  “You haven’t even come close to reaching your limits, darling.” He withdrew his finger from her pussy at the same time he stopped stroking her clit, catching her in his arms.

  “But you’re worn out. You are so precious. Come on, honey. Let’s get you a nice hot bath and into bed. I’ll have Sebastian bring you a dinner tray.”

  To her surprise, Royce bathed her himself, slipping out of his shirt and washing every inch of her.

  Leaning back against a towel he’d rolled for her and placed under her neck, Brenna let her head loll to the side to admire his naked chest.

  “Royce?” Now that she’d settled some, doubts and insecurities began to rush in again.

  Remembering what he’d done to her in the playroom, and how compliant she’d been afterward, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was losing a part of herself—changing somehow—and it scared her.

  Royce must have known because the attention he gave her now seemed designed to soothe her.

  “Yes, darling?”

  Frowning, she stared at his profile as he washed her, thinking about the other times when he and King had held her and cuddled with her after they’d had sex. Now that she took the time to think about it, she realized that the more intense her submission, the more attention they gave her afterward.

  Royce lifted her foot out of the water and soaped it, smiling when she giggled and tried unsuccessfully to pull her foot away.

  “Ticklish, are you?”

  After rinsing her foot, he kissed her toes, the feel of his lips sending delicious tingles up her leg. Releasing her foot, he slipped his hand underneath the surface of the water, running it up her leg. He paused before he reached her slit, his fingers resting against her inner thigh.

  Lifting a brow, he met her gaze, the indulgence in his eyes warming her from within.

  “What did you want to say to me, sweetheart?”

  The affection in his caress comforted her more than aroused her, his firm touch soothing the tremors that still danced under her skin.

  Touching his forearm, she stared at his profile, hardly able to believe that a man as beautiful as Royce wanted her. The attention he gave her now brought tears to her eyes, the emotion so strong it brought a lump to her throat, and she had to clear it before speaking.

  “You and King are always so attentive after we have sex. You always touch me and hold me.”

  Royce smiled, taking her hand in his and lifting it to his lips. “Yes. So?”

  Sitting up, she wrapped her arms around his neck, loving the freedom to touch him this way. At moments like this, she felt truly happy, and had an inner glow that made her giddy.

  The bond she shared with him seemed even more intense, but even the tenderness he displayed now couldn’t erase her confusion about her own desires.

  That, though, she would keep to herself.

  Coming to her knees, she touched her lips to his strong jaw, smiling against his neck when his arms came around her.

  “I like it.”

  Sliding his arms beneath her, he lifted her from the water, holding her high against his chest as he sat on the edge of the large tub and reached for a towel from the shelf behind her.

  Bending, he dropped a kiss on her lips before starting to dry her.

  “Good, because I like holding you in my arms very much.”

  To her surprise, as he ran the towel over her, he asked her about her day.

  “So, how did you like your first day of work at the store? King said that you seemed a little upset at lunch after seeing Jesse with Clay and Rio.”

  He set her on her feet and tossed the towel in the direction of the hamper before ushering her back into the bedroom. Once there, he strode to the bed and retrieved her robe from the foot of it and bundled her into it from behind. He bent close, whispering in her ear as he secured the belt. “He said you seemed a little lost. Do you want to tell me about it?”

  Brenna thought about the way Jesse had been with her husbands, the loving looks between them, the special smiles they shared with each other and the way neither man seemed able to keep his hands off of Jesse.

  Anyone who looked at them could see the love and respect between them, the kind of respect and deep emotion that Brenna couldn’t imagine forming in a relationship like the one she, King, and Royce currently had.

  She knew they’d never be able to respect her the way Clay and Rio respected Jesse.

  How could they respect a woman who crawled on her knees, pushed along by a rubber cock in her ass?

  Closing her eyes, she took a few seconds to lean back against him, savoring the feel of his big body against hers, his strong arms holding her close. She’d come to need this more than she’d counted on and struggled to keep her tone cool so he wouldn’t realize just how vulnerable and confused she felt. Suddenly, she found she wanted to be alone, to have a chance to think.

  “There’s nothing to tell. Look, I know you have to get back, and you’re going to have to change your clothes. Your pants are soaking wet.”

  “King and Blade can handle things until I get there.”

  “But, with all those people, they need you.”

  Royce turned her in his arms, tilting her face to his and searching her features. “I think you need me more. What’s bothering you, Brenna? Don’t try to keep secrets from me. Secrets have no place in a relationship like ours, especially if you’re feeling insecure.”

  She eased away from him, laughing softly to hide her sadness, and rubbed her stomach where a knot had formed.

  “I’m not insecure. You’ve got the wrong woman.”

  Royce spun her around, gathering the lapels of her robe and pulling her close. He lifted her to her toes, his eyes glittering dangerously.

  “Oh, I’ve got the right woman all right. I just don’t think she’s convinced of it yet.”

  He smiled, a smile of dark intention. “She will be, though. Soon.”

  * * * *

  Brenna dropped to the bed after Royce left, her body still humming with awareness even as a heavy lethargy came over her, making it nearly impossible to move.

  Suddenly
, she remembered the envelope.

  Leaping from the bed, she went to the jeans that had been flung into the corner and dug into the back pocket for the note. Ripping it open, she read the one sentence, written in the same handwriting as the last note.

  Your time with them will end soon—and forever.

  Brenna took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she folded the slip of paper and stuck it back into the envelope.

  She wouldn’t let Donner’s threats keep her from Royce and King. If this thing between them ended, it would be because they’d ended it, not because of Donner.

  She just wished this asshole would confront her soon.

  Folding the envelope, she opened a drawer and stuck it underneath a pile of the cotton panties she wore for work, where Royce and King would never find it.

  On shaky legs, Brenna crawled back into bed, secure in the knowledge that she could take care of this jerk on her own.

  Then, Royce and King would see her as a strong woman, one who could handle belonging to two Masters.

  Smiling, she let her eyes close, picturing the look on King’s face when Royce told him what they’d done.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Brenna came awake with a start, a chill going through her when the covers were yanked from her. Before she had a chance to do more than groan in protest, sharp teeth scraped over her bottom cheek.

  “Ouch!” Jerking away, she fell clumsily against a sleeping Royce, who opened one eye and rubbed her back. “He bit me!”

  “You’re okay, honey. King missed you last night.”

  “Damned right, I did.” Gripping her legs, King pulled her from the bed before she could even work up a struggle. “Come on, sleepyhead. You’re working out with me this morning.”

  She found herself yanked from a warm bed and against an even warmer body. Falling against him, she groaned, letting her eyes close again.

  “King! I don’t want to work out. It’s still dark outside. I want to sleep.” She hated the whine in her voice, but she’d been warm and comfortable, and saw no reason to get up early on her day off, unless it involved something a hell of a lot more interesting than working out. “Go ’way.”