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

by Leah Brooke

  Even now, the hands King placed on her thighs sent what felt like electrical currents running up to her slit.

  Shaking his head, he leaned closer. “I don’t want just any woman, Red. I want you, and I don’t just want you in bed. I want you all the time. I’m a control freak. It’s important to me to keep you safe, happy, and well cared for, which is one of the things about this town that appealed to me. I need to make you mine in ways you couldn’t imagine. I want it all. Sex is only a part of it, Red.”

  Brenna parted her thighs and leaned into him, rubbing her breasts against his chest. “Sex seems to be a big part of it.”

  King’s smile caused a rush of moisture, one that dampened the shorts he’d given her to wear.

  “We’re healthy, consenting adults who have needs. I never stop wanting you. You’re so incredibly passionate and the way you fight your own submission is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Frankly, I don’t think you’ll ever stop fighting it, but you’ll find more and more pleasure in it as you understand your own wants and needs better.”

  Running her hands over his shoulders, she found them slick with a fine sheen of perspiration after his workout. Brenna shivered as his hands went under her shirt, his fingers trailing a blazing path to her breasts.

  Sinking her fingers into his hard muscle, she swallowed heavily and sucked in another breath, her nipples alive with anticipation as he circled them. Wishing he touched bare skin, she arched her back, making herself more available to him. “And you want to satisfy my wants and needs?”

  King smiled, his eyes hooded and watchful. Sliding his fingers back and forth over the sensitive underside of her breasts, he moved closer, pressing his cock against her belly. “Of course. You’re my sub, and more importantly, my woman. Keeping you satisfied, safe, and happy is the most important thing in the world to me.”

  Brenna raised a brow at the word safe, but remained silent. Wiggling in order to get him to move his hands higher, she moaned as her belly tightened, loving the feel of the hard bulge pressing against it. Lifting her face to his, she tried to focus on teasing him. “Then why did you wake me up this morning?”

  King grinned and lifted her shirt over her head, tossing it aside. His gaze went to her breasts, making them swell inside her bra. “Because I wanted to spend time with you. Royce and I were both worried about you last night. He said you seemed mad at yourself for submitting. I saw it in your eyes on the video.”

  King slid his hands around her, pulling her closer. “Those eyes get me every fucking time. I’m going to have to keep you blindfolded so you can’t use them against me.”

  Brenna’s face burned, and she tried to cover herself as he removed her sports bra, but he didn’t allow it. “How would you feel if you had to crawl on your hands and knees with a stick up your ass pushing you along?”

  King chuckled. “I wouldn’t like it at all, but then again, I don’t bottom. You do, and very well. My cock was hard all night after watching that tape. Face it, Red. We’re perfect for each other. Now, I want to feel that hot pussy milk me dry.”

  “So you wanted me to get up because you wanted my company? Why did I have to work out?”

  King squatted down in front of her and removed her shoes and socks before lifting her to her feet to get rid of her shorts, leaving her standing naked in front of him. “Because you need to stay in shape. In this kind of relationship, that’s important. I have some more exercises for you to do and when you bitch and complain about doing them, I’ll know you need that rubber cock attached to the stick again to move you along.”

  Brenna moaned, her bottom clenching in response to his threat as she watched him fish a condom out of his pocket. Watching him undress, she bit her lip, her body already tight with need.

  “I don’t get why the other women didn’t like this. Is there something you’re not telling me?”

  Throwing the last of his clothing aside, King rolled on the condom and reached for her. “No. Royce and I have been honest with you from the beginning about what we want. I just don’t think you know the extent of our possessiveness of you.”

  Brenna’s breath caught when he lifted her against him and lowered her onto his cock. “God, it feels so good when you’re inside me.” She cried out when he lowered himself to the bench she’d been using and gripped her bottom, sinking even deeper into her pussy.

  King groaned and lifted her with an ease that never failed to surprise her. “I’ve been called a Neanderthal, too possessive, bossy, arrogant, and a bully.” With his big hands on her hips, his strong fingers digging into her bottom, he lowered her again, sinking deep inside her. “And that’s only the good things.”

  With a moan, she tried to speed up his strokes, but he kept them slow and even. “You’re all of those things, especially arrogant. Hurry up.”

  “And you’re a demanding little thing.”

  She cried out as he raised her again, moaning when he held her there with an iron grip while he sucked a nipple into his mouth and worked it with his tongue.

  Fire shot to her clit, making the burn in the already-throbbing bundle of nerves even sharper. “King!” Throwing her head back, she sank her nails into his hard shoulders. Clamping down on his cock, she tried to move on him, secure in the knowledge that he could hold her.

  He released her nipple with a smooth stroke of his tongue and lowered her again, filling her with his heat.

  “Hmm, yes, sweetheart?”

  Clamping down on him again and again, Brenna wiggled on his lap, moaning at the pressure of his cock against her inner walls.

  “Feels so good. More.”

  King smiled, a wicked smile that made her heart beat faster. “I’ll give you just what you need, honey. You know, I never did get to see you present yourself to me. Royce said you did it real nice.”

  Throwing back her head as his strokes came faster, Brenna cried out again as he leaned forward and scraped his teeth over her other nipple. “It makes, oh, God, makes me feel like…ah, faster…slave girl.”

  With a soft laugh, King wrapped his arms around her, tilting her back as he thrust faster. “That’s exactly what you are. My little slave girl. Mine to take, to touch, to fuck, whenever I want. Mine. Damn it, mine!”

  With a desperate groan, he thrust deep just as her orgasm hit her.

  She tightened on him, feeling every ridge of his cock as he thrust several more times in rapid succession, his face a tortured mask. Shaken, she held on to him, caught up in his fierce possession, her cries not stopping until he thrust into her one last time and yanked her close.

  “Christ, I’m in trouble.”

  As he held her against him, running his hands up and down her back, her breathing gradually slowed, making it possible to speak. “Damn.” Still trembling, she lifted her head to meet his eyes, her heart tripping to find them filled with tender indulgence.

  King chuckled and blew out a breath, tightening his hands on her bottom.

  “I can’t wait for you to slack on your workouts. I’ve got a few surprises for you when you do.” He stood, holding her against him and headed for the shower. After we get cleaned up, we’ll sleep for a while and then you can show me how good you are at what Royce taught you.”

  Closing her eyes, she buried her face against his neck as he carried her from the room.

  “I don’t know why I have to.”

  Was that a whine in her voice?

  Clearing her throat, she lifted her head, meeting his eyes. “It’s not like I can hide anything from you. Why do I have to get on my knees and be wide open that way?”

  Still holding her, King reached in and turned on the water. “Because we don’t take, you give. By presenting yourself, you show that you’re giving yourself to us, and being on your knees signifies your willingness to submit.”

  Now that she knew the way he saw it, the thought of doing it for him excited her even more.

  When he set her on her feet to adjust the water temperature, Brenna followed her instincts
and sank to her knees, sitting back on her heels and opening her thighs as wide as she could. Arching her back, she thrust her breasts out.

  Aware of the tense stillness coming from King, she looked up at him through her lashes, a fresh surge of desire racing through her at the look on his face.

  His stonelike expression, a sharp contrast to the look of shocked wonder in his eyes, made him look every inch a Master.

  Trembling under that look, she placed her hands at the small of her back and lowered her eyes.

  “Master.”

  Expecting him to take advantage of her position to fondle her, Brenna sucked in a breath when he tossed his condom into the trash can and hunkered down beside her.

  Surprised when he cupped her jaw, she jerked her head up, stunned by the tender possession in his eyes. The need to have his attention on her breasts had her arching more, thrusting them out to him.

  The need to belong to him had never seemed stronger. She wanted to give herself to him, to please him. She’d never felt more feminine and desirable as she did at that moment.

  His eyes flashed with something both beautiful and frightening, something that emphasized his masculinity and his power over her.

  Sliding his hand into her hair, he pulled her head back, wrapping his other hand around her neck and leaning so close she could feel his warm breath on her cheek.

  “Mine.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  “You really don’t expect me to wear this, do you?” She eyed the material, her heart racing at the strategic openings that would leave her slit and breasts bare.

  King, in the process of dressing, glanced over his shoulder. “I put it out for you, didn’t I?”

  To hide her excitement, Brenna frowned at the one-piece stretchy suit, unable to resist running her hands over the soft material.

  “It’s got some parts missing, doesn’t it?”

  Royce strolled into the room, wearing nothing but a towel. Still damp from the shower, and with his hair not yet tied back, he looked absolutely mouthwatering. “No. It’s exactly the way it’s supposed to be. You’ve got several more in different colors. Put it on. I want to see you in it.”

  Brenna grimaced, automatically glancing at King. “I can’t wear this. I wanted to go out today.”

  Sitting on the edge of the bed, King started putting on his socks, pausing to run his gaze over her and making her body tingle from head to toe.

  “What time are you going out?”

  Brenna gritted her teeth against the awareness, bristling at explaining herself. “Soon. I wanted to walk around the town a little. I didn’t get to see very much of it the last time I went out. You said that you were both going to be busy this morning, and I don’t feel like sitting up here watching television all day. Is that all right with you?”

  She hoped whoever had been delivering those notes would approach her.

  Royce lifted a brow, his eyes lit with challenge at the sarcasm. “Excuse me?”

  Glancing at King again, Brenna shifted her feet, unsettled at Royce’s possessive stare. “I’m not used to having to answer to someone. It’s broad daylight and I’ll be in the middle of town. You’re both busy here, and whoever sent that note is a coward. You know that. I didn’t think it was such a big deal to go out.”

  When King got to his feet, Royce held a hand out, effectively stopping him.

  “It is a big deal. We want to know where you are at all times. That’s the way it works in Desire, and especially for you.”

  Brenna had a hard time facing Royce. Each time she did, she remembered the way she’d looked in the mirror and the cold expression on his face as he made her crawl around on all fours.

  The closeness she’d felt with him on that first day in the playroom seemed liked a distant memory, making her wonder if she’d imagined it.

  Trembling under his cold stare, she hurriedly slipped into her clothes, more depressed than she’d been since she came to Desire.

  * * * *

  Royce watched her dress, fighting back the urge to throw her over his shoulder and lock her away so she could never escape.

  She and King seemed to have come to some sort of an understanding, at least, and he couldn’t help but notice the way she always looked to King for guidance or support. He didn’t know what happened between them that morning, but when they’d come back from working out, he’d noticed a change in the way they were together.

  Despite his best intentions, Royce had already fallen for her and had already begun to make plans for their future. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t. He’d promised himself that he would keep an emotional distance from her, but something about her had intrigued him from the start, and after that first incident in the playroom, when her passion and vulnerability had shone through, he knew she was the woman he’d never thought he’d find.

  He had her, at least temporarily, but until she stopped fighting herself, and him, he didn’t know if he would be able to keep her.

  Irritated with himself, he twirled a finger in the air, silently gesturing for her to turn, and had to fight a smile when she frowned back at him, clearly displeased with his arrogance.

  God, she was adorable and he was very much afraid that it would leave a huge hole in his life when she left.

  Dressed in a clingy, soft material, one that would be both warm and comfortable, and one that lovingly hugged her curves, she turned obediently, despite her obvious desire to rebel.

  The one-piece suit she wore had openings for her breasts, and at the slit, leaving everything except her pussy, ass, and breasts covered.

  She frowned again, glancing at King for support. “This makes me feel more naked than being naked!”

  Taking a step closer, Royce ran a finger over a soft breast, delighting in the way it made her nipple bead. “That’s precisely the point. You’re way too self-conscious about your body. The more time you spend naked, the more you’ll get used to it. This enhances your nakedness in places you feel it the most.”

  Circling her, he ran a hand over every soft inch of exposed flesh. “When you’re at home, this is what you’ll wear, or you’ll wear nothing at all. They’re hanging in your closet.”

  Stopping behind her, he bent over her and ran his hands down her body, over the soft material to the even softer pussy left uncovered.

  Breathing in the clean scent of her, a scent that held a hint of blue raspberry, he smiled against her hair. “You look beautiful and you smell delicious. It appears King let you have your way and bathed you with the scent you favor.”

  Brenna shivered against him, dropping her head back against his shoulder with a moan when he separated her folds and delved a finger inside to stroke her clit.

  “Yes. Master King was very generous.”

  Royce stilled, glancing at King, who stood out of Brenna’s line of vision, apparently transfixed by the sight of her.

  He hadn’t realized how much it would hurt to hear her use that term of acceptance with King, with so much still unsettled between them.

  King lifted his gaze and nodded once. “I have a few things to look into. I’ll talk to you downstairs, Royce.”

  He approached Brenna, stopping in front of her. Reaching out, he tugged her nipples, earning a sharp gasp. “Behave yourself in town, Red. You’ll be watched, of course. After dinner, we’ll go back to the playroom.”

  Royce waited until King left, still stroking Brenna’s clit with a light touch, not giving her enough to go over, but enjoying the feel of her in his arms and the little shivers that continued to go through her.

  As soon as the door closed behind King, Royce stroked Brenna’s clit one last time and straightened, an idea forming in his mind, one that would ensure she was aroused and thinking of him the rest of the day.

  “There’s something I want you to wear when you go out.” He wanted to laugh at the look of dazed outrage on her face that she hadn’t been allowed to come. He could almost feel her struggle for composure, and wondered if she actually th
ought she could fool him into believing that she could so easily shake off her arousal.

  Not waiting for a response, he went to the closet, keeping his features carefully schooled while his body tightened in anticipation.

  * * * *

  When Royce went into the closet, Brenna took advantage of his momentary absence to rub her thighs together, hoping to relieve the ache his devious touch had created.

  It didn’t work, and she hadn’t really expected it to. Nothing would satisfy her except coming, and only at King’s or Royce’s hands. They hadn’t given her many opportunities to masturbate since she’d arrived, but the few times she’d tried, she’d ended up only more frustrated.

  Royce came out of the closet with something made of black leather draped over his arm and met her eyes.

  “Did you really think rubbing your thighs together would help?”

  Surprised that he’d known that, she attempted to look innocent, but knew her burning face would give her away.

  Reaching out, she stroked the leather, smiling at the buttery feel of it under her fingers.

  “Nice. I love leather.”

  Royce smiled for the first time since she and King had come back from working out. “I do, too. I have a feeling you’re going to look magnificent in it.”

  * * * *

  Brenna felt a little uncomfortable about walking though Desire wearing such a provocative outfit, but other than a few appreciative smiles of male interest, no one seemed to pay attention.

  She felt sexy as hell in the one-piece outfit, and the fact that she hadn’t been permitted to wear anything at all under it made her feel even sexier. The strategically placed zippers gave her a thrill, a naughty secret that made her anxious to meet up with Royce again. She loved the way the leather felt against her skin.

  Decadent. Naughty.

  Desirable and desired.