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

by Leah Brooke

  “No, Royce. It wasn’t like that. I didn’t do it to hurt you, or to keep something from you.”

  “Then why did you do it?”

  “Because I wanted to show you that I was strong enough to handle it on my own. I wanted to prove that I was strong enough to handle both of you.”

  Her stomach tightened at the shocked silence that followed.

  “I guess I didn’t do such a good job of that, did I? I wanted to give him a chance to confront me, but I dropped my guard when I was rushing to get to the park, and I sure as hell didn’t expect there to be two of them.”

  Royce bent forward, his eyes filled with possessiveness. “There’s no doubt in my mind that you’re strong enough to handle both of us. I just want to be sure that you accept what you need, and what we need from you. We need to protect you, Brenna. This kind of thing can never happen again.”

  King set the note aside and lifted her out of the tub, his hands firm but gentle as he held her against him. His eyes held a fear she hadn’t seen in them before, a fear that humbled her and dispelled all playfulness.

  “It can’t happen again, Red. You’re going to have to accept that we’ll do whatever we have to do to keep something like this from ever happening again.”

  Royce came to his feet and closed in on her other side, running a hand down her back to her bottom.

  “If you don’t like the way we do it, tough. You’re going to have to learn how to deal with it, and the consequences of hiding something from us. That’s something you might want to think about before you decide that this is what you want.”

  To her shock, he wrapped himself around her from behind, his breath warm against her neck.

  “You’d better be strong enough to deal with us, because, my darling, I don’t think I could live without you now. I’d do anything to keep you safe. But, you’d better be sure. Once you’re ours, there’s no turning back. We won’t let you go.”

  King kissed her hair. “Ever. Come on. Rafe’s waiting. Talk to him and then we can finish taking care of you.”

  A little shaken at the intensity in their eyes, Brenna nodded and went into the bedroom to dress, blinking back tears.

  They were indeed her heroes, and she loved them more than ever.

  Now, she just had to convince them.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Seeing Royce standing in the doorway, she smiled, once again struck by how damned beautiful he was. Her pulse tripped at the look in his eyes, the steady hooded gaze she’d come to know so well.

  She rose from the chaise where she’d been watching television, not stopping until she’d pressed her body against his, thrilling that his hands came out in what appeared to be an automatic gesture, and settled on her hips.

  Looking up at him through her lashes, she allowed a small smile.

  “Hello, Master. Feel better? Or are you still mad at me?”

  Royce’s eyes flashed with something that took her breath away.

  His hands tightened on her hips, bringing her even closer.

  “I’ve calmed down some. Everyone’s talking about how you jumped on Avery’s back and wouldn’t let go. It seems you’re the talk of the town.”

  His eyes narrowed, searching hers. “You look different, darling. Is there something you want to tell me?”

  Thrilled at being held so close, Brenna flattened her hands on his chest.

  “I’ve been doing some thinking.”

  Royce threaded his fingers into her hair and tilted her head back. “Oh?”

  Rubbing her breasts against his chest, Brenna sucked in a breath at the jolt to her system. “Yes. I realized I’m happy, Royce.” Cupping his jaw, she smiled at the hard bulge pressed against her belly.

  “You and King have shown me a different side to myself, one that I was becoming ashamed of. I still have my moments—”

  A dark brow went up. “Like when you’re forced to crawl on your hands and knees with a rubber cock in your ass?”

  Running her hands over his hard chest, Brenna couldn’t help but notice he’d stiffened. Every time she thought about that incident in the playroom, her face burned. “Yes. It’s not easy to come to grips with the fact that I would do something like that. I not only did it, but it excited me, even while some part of me was pissed off that you made me do it.”

  Leaning back, she looked into his eyes, surprised at how tense he’d become.

  Royce took her arm, and led her back to the chaise. “I had to know.”

  “Had to know what?”

  “How you would respond to it. You looked so fucking beautiful.” His tone had a hint of wonder to it that she never would have expected from a man like Royce.

  Looking away, she dropped onto the chaise. “Sure. Beautiful. With a rubber cock in my ass, I’m sure it was beautiful.”

  Royce lifted her hands to his lips, staring down at her with eyes that glowed with emotion. “Your ass looked fantastic, but I was talking about your eyes. Those eyes turn me inside out.”

  He’d pulled his hair back, the way he usually did, emphasizing his beautiful features, almost too pretty to be male.

  “You’re very handsome, you know. I’ll bet you have women following you around the club.”

  Royce raised a brow, his lips twitching. “Are you trying to ask me what happens in the club? If so, I won’t discuss it with you. Ever. You’re going to have to trust me.”

  Brenna pouted, almost laughing when his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “I saw that woman throw herself at King.”

  Sobering, she tugged Royce’s sleeve. “I was mad as hell when I saw the way she was with King, but when I saw her again in town today, I felt sorry for her. I saw the way she looked at the man she was with, and the way he looked at her.”

  It turned her stomach to ice every time she thought about it. “Aren’t the men all assigned a certain woman, or do the men bring their own? How does that work?”

  Royce sighed and lowered himself to sit next to her. “Both. If a man wants to bring his own woman, he’s more than welcome to. Otherwise, the women who volunteer, the ones who want to live out a fantasy, are assigned to one of them. The woman you’re talking about came with her Master.”

  “I saw her alone in town.”

  Royce shrugged. “That’s up to her Master. That woman in the club, the one you saw in town, really upsets you. Why?”

  She wondered if she would ever get used to being with men so observant.

  “Brenna?”

  Not meeting Royce’s eyes, she shrugged.

  “Her Master didn’t seem that interested in her or the fact that she made a play for King. Other than wanting to scratch her eyes out for flirting with King, I felt kind of sorry for her.” Glancing up at him, she struggled to keep the fear out of her voice.

  “Is that what happens when a man is no longer interested in the woman he’s dominating?”

  Leaning back, Royce pulled her closer until she knelt between his splayed thighs. With slow deliberation, he removed her shirt, running his hands over her arms and belly. He removed her bra just as slowly, leaving her bare from the waist up.

  “Unfortunately, those two need to find someone more suited to their personalities. They’re trying to force something that isn’t there, and they’ll never be able to trust the way they need to in order to make their relationship work.”

  Sucking in a breath at the feel of his hands on her, Brenna leaned toward him, digging her fingers into his firm thighs. “Does that happen often?”

  Reaching out a finger, Royce circled her nipple, the heat from it creating jolts of electricity in her pussy and clit. “It’s like any other relationship, Brenna. It takes work and understanding. It takes chemistry.”

  Lifting his gaze to hers, he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Those two don’t satisfy each other’s needs, and because of it, they’re both frustrated.”

  Looking into his eyes, Brenna held her breath.

  “Do I satisfy your needs?”

 
Expecting him to smile and make an arrogant comment, she stilled, her stomach knotting when he pursed his lips as though considering how to answer her.

  “I think you could.”

  Brenna shivered, moaning at the warmth of his palms against her nipples.

  The muscles in her stomach tightened at the gentle massage, need jolting through her at the friction against her nipples.

  Bending closer, she touched her lips to his, using her teeth to tug his bottom lip. She was hungry for him and wanted him just as hungry for her. She wanted him to want her more than he’d ever wanted another woman. She wanted to satisfy his every need, to be as important and necessary to him as breathing. “I’d like to. I want to be everything to you.” Running her fingers through his hair, she moved against him. “Take what you need from me, Royce.”

  Feeling brazen, and a little uncertain that she hadn’t quite satisfied him, she reached for the fastening of his dark jeans. Surprised that he didn’t stop her, she undid his pants and worked his cock free, sucking in a breath at the incredibly hard heat in her hands.

  Thrilled to have the chance to touch him this way, she made the most of it, hurrying to caress him before he stopped her and took over. Stroking the velvety skin, she bit back a moan, her pussy clenching at the memory of how his cock felt deep inside her.

  She played with his mouth, using her lips, her tongue, and her teeth to tease his lips, her breath coming out in sharp pants as her arousal grew. Using both hands on his cock, she began to stroke him, smoothing her thumbs over the slick bead at the tip.

  The sharp tug to her nipples sent another jolt of hunger through her, reminding her that no matter what she did to him, he still maintained that formidable control. Her pussy clenched, her clit swelling unbearably against the leather as she strove to please him.

  To please her Master.

  Royce seemed inclined to let her have her way, tugging her nipples once more before releasing them to slide his hands into her hair to pull her head back, studying her features.

  His eyes, hooded and unreadable, glittered with frustration. “You won’t even acknowledge your own needs. What makes you think you’d be able to satisfy mine?”

  Brenna’s eyes flew to his, her heart missing a beat. Feeling vulnerable and exposed, she wanted to cover herself. “Are you saying I don’t satisfy you?”

  Once again self-anger rose within her. She knew she’d given in too easily, her desire for them too strong to resist. She started to sit back, but Royce wouldn’t let her.

  He fisted his hand in her hair, sliding the thumb of the other over her jaw.

  “What do you think it would take to satisfy me, Brenna?”

  The happiness bubbling inside her only moments earlier vanished under a wave of self-doubt. Smiling to hide the pain, she let her fingers travel up and down the length of his cock.

  “Probably someone more sophisticated and experienced than I am.”

  Letting his hand slide lower, he worked his fingers over a nipple. “You’re wrong. If that’s what I wanted, I could have had it long ago. Do you remember what I said about relationships between Doms and their subs being much more intense than most?”

  Brenna had the feeling Royce weighed each word carefully. “Yes. You said that the bond between them was stronger than the bond in a lot of marriages.” She would give anything to experience something like that.

  Royce’s eyes, dark and mysterious, held hers. “It can be. I’ve heard it. I’ve seen it.”

  Sitting up, he moved her hands on his cock, settling her back on her heels, holding her there as he slid his hand over her abdomen. “But, I’ve never experienced it for myself. Sex became little more than release for me a long time ago.”

  He stripped her out of her clothing with a speed that staggered her and settled her back into position.

  “Fun. Exciting, but with no real feeling.”

  Brenna sucked in a breath at the touch of his fingers on her folds.

  Holding it in anticipation of his touch at her slit, she let it out in a rush when he leaned back again and caressed her nipples, the tenderness in his touch unable to disguise the underlying possessiveness.

  “I want that bond, Brenna. With you. Spread your legs and sit back on your heels.” Nodding once in satisfaction when she obeyed, he took her hands from his cock and placed them on his thighs. “Stay that way.”

  Brenna tried to slow her ragged breathing, but her position kept her slit vulnerable, awakening every nerve ending there and filling her with erotic anticipation. She breathed his name on a moan, only the look in his eyes making it possible to stay still. Shaken by the intensity in his hooded gaze, she clenched her hands on his thighs, trembling helplessly.

  “What do you want, Royce? What can I do? What would it take to satisfy a man like you?”

  Her breathless whisper seemed suited to the tense stillness, the unreality of the moment like something out of a dream. Her heart beat nearly out of her chest, her breath coming out in great gulps as she waited for his answer.

  Royce slid his hands to either side of her face, framing it and pulling her trembling body closer.

  “You, Brenna. I’m very much afraid that you’re exactly what King and I have been waiting for.” Running his thumbs over her bottom lip, he sighed. “But, you won’t let yourself go. You don’t trust your own instincts, and until you do, we’ll never know.”

  Brenna sucked in a breath, her heart beating even faster. Being with Royce and King was like a fantasy come true, but the reality of living this lifestyle forever worried her.

  The thought of living without this magnificent feeling scared her even more.

  Relying on the instinct he accused her of suppressing, she leaned closer, brushing her lips against his. When he stiffened, she backed away just enough to look into his eyes.

  “Are you trying to tell me that you want me to do whatever I want to do?”

  Royce’s lips twitched, but his eyes remained somber. “And accept the consequences. I want you to be you, Brenna—not the woman you think we want you to be. I want the woman who stormed into the club, mad as hell and demanding to see the owners. I want all that fire and passion, and the chance to control it, to give both of us, and King for that matter, more pleasure than any of us has ever known.”

  Touching the tip of his finger to her nipple, he held her gaze with his steely one. “I want the woman who fights what her body demands. I want the woman who fought off Donner and still had the courage to go for what she wanted. I want the woman who jumped on Avery Sikes’s back, beating and yelling at him like a wild thing. I want the woman who cries when she’s feeling insecure.”

  Brenna bit back a moan at the heat that went through her at his light touch, her stomach muscles tightening at the sharp surge of arousal.

  “Royce, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I thought you wanted a submissive. I’m trying to—”

  Rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he appeared oblivious to how his touch affected her.

  But she knew better.

  He sighed, staring at the nipple he toyed with. “That’s just it. You’re trying so hard to be what you think we want instead of being the woman we really do want. Give us the real Brenna. The woman I’ve only seen glimpses of. That’s the woman I can’t stop wanting.”

  She shouldn’t have been so surprised that he saw through her, but the fact that he had and wanted the real woman underneath eased some of the tension inside her. Stilling, she tried to ignore the waves of pleasure at the manipulation of her nipple and focus on their conversation.

  “Royce, I love the way you make me feel. I love being able to submit and let myself go. It makes me feel sexy and, I don’t know, more feminine. I have to warn you, though. I can be a real bitch.”

  “And I can be a first-class bastard—something I’d think you’d already learned when I made you crawl. You handled me then, just as I can handle you when you get bitchy.”

  Leaning closer, he cupped her b
reasts, the heat from his hands forcing a gasp from her. “King and I want you to be yourself. We want the kind of bond with you that we’ve seen so often, but have never been able to experience ourselves. We want it all, Brenna, but we’ll never be able to have it if you’re going to try to keep parts of yourself closed off.”

  The tug at her nipples was sharper than before, and her automatic jerk back made it even more painful.

  Royce smiled coldly. “I want it all, Brenna, or I don’t want any of it.”

  He yanked her against him, his jaw clenching. “I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you get away with playing at submitting. I want the real thing.”

  Panic-stricken, Brenna struggled against his hold, alarmed at the determined look on his face. “Damn it, Royce, I crawled around on the fucking floor for you, didn’t I?”

  Royce’s eyes flared, giving her the uncomfortable feeling that he was remembering it. “Yes, you did, like a quiet, well-behaved little sub. Meek. Timid. But your eyes gave you away. They were full of fury and passion, fury and passion you suppressed.”

  Furious at the insult, Brenna fought his hold. “I’m not quiet, or meek, or timid, you asshole! I thought you said there was nothing wrong with wanting to submit, but now you’re making fun of me for it. Go fuck yourself!”

  Royce smiled, his eyes glowing with heat. “I’m not making fun of you for wanting—needing—to submit, but your definition is a hell of a lot different than mine. I prefer to earn it, not have what you think I want handed to me.”

  Running a hand down the center of her body, he tapped her clit. “Or don’t you think I can make you give it to me? You don’t trust King or me to earn it, so you just submit in your own way, giving what you think we want in the hopes that we’ll just accept that. I’m going to show you, brat, just what the hell it means to submit.”

  She’d never seen him like this, so threatening and powerful that it sucked the breath out of her.

  Magnificent.

  Shivering in reaction, she fought against the surge of need, made stronger by Royce’s demeanor.

  His hands went into her hair, tilting her face back for his kiss, a kiss so possessive and overwhelming it made her head spin. Breaking it off, he stared down at her.