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

by Leah Brooke

  One of the men closest to the stage used another whip to touch the woman’s slit, clearly enjoying her cries of pleasure.

  King moved away, leaving the woman with Royce and went toward the back of the stage and out of sight, probably to retrieve the next woman since it seemed the bidding for this one had finally ended.

  She would be leaving to join whoever had won the auction, and a night of indescribable pleasure.

  Blade arrived, slipping through the crowd to the stage. Jake followed, calling out to some of the men, clearly his friends, as the two men joined Royce, standing on either side of him.

  Brenna closed her eyes, moaning as she reached for her slit, unsurprised to find it soaked with her juices.

  Thoughts of the auction had consumed her for days. She knew the women onstage would be living out their fantasies tonight, and from what she’d heard from Jesse, the married men who came to watch would go home to their wives aroused, and as Jesse put it, inspired.

  She doubted something like this would affect Royce and King, who were probably used to such things, but it aroused the hell out of her.

  Rolling to her back, she kept her eyes closed and listened to the crowd, unable to shake the fantasy that she was up onstage and Royce and King were the only ones there and bidding in her.

  They would part her folds, looking at her with hunger in their eyes. They would—

  “Would you like to tell me just what you think you’re doing?”

  Brenna gasped, jerking upright and covering herself. “King!”

  He stood at her feet, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared down at her, his lips thinned in displeasure but his eyes lit with anticipation.

  And the wicked look she’d already learned meant trouble—and a thrilling night ahead.

  Her gaze automatically flew to the bulge at the front of his dark pants, her breath catching.

  “Are you aroused because of me or because of those women downstairs?”

  King’s brow went up. “Oh, it’s all you, Red. I picture you on that stage with Royce and I the only bidders, then I catch you playing with what belongs to Royce and me.”

  Smiling coyly, she leaned back on her elbows, baring her breasts and letting her legs fall apart slightly, biting back a moan when his gaze lowered to her slit. “Don’t you think anyone else would bid on me?”

  “Not if they value their life.” His smile sent a shiver through her. “Feeling pretty confident, are you?”

  With a move too quick for her to anticipate, King jerked her to her feet and slung her over his shoulder and ran a threatening hand over her bottom. “It seems we’ve been a little too soft on our new bride.”

  Brenna shivered, fighting to get free. “No, King. You and Royce are wonderful! Put me down, and I’ll explain.”

  “Oh, you’re going to explain, all right. Just as soon as we get to the bedroom.”

  Sliding a finger through her folds, he chuckled. “Soaking wet. You’re really gonna suffer now. You really liked watching the auction, didn’t you? Did you imagine yourself up there and having all the men bid on you?”

  “No, King! It’s not like that.”

  As soon as they reached the bedroom, King kicked the door closed behind him and set her on her feet, steadying her when she would have fallen.

  Gripping her chin, he lifted her face to his. “You imagined all those men inspecting you? Touching you?” Without warning, he bent and thrust a finger into her pussy. “Yeah, you liked it.”

  Starting to panic now, Brenna gripped his forearms, moaning as the finger inside her started to move. “No, King. Just you and Royce. I imagined it was just you and Royce. I don’t want any other man to look at me or touch me.”

  Holding her close, King kept moving his finger inside her. “Tell me.”

  Locking her rubbery knees, Brenna wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him.

  “I was watching and I imagine you and Royce doing those things to me.”

  His lips caressed her shoulder. “What things?”

  Brenna’s knees gave out completely when King tapped her clit. “Oh! King, take me. I want you so much.”

  “What things were you imagining Royce and I doing to you?”

  Lulled by his soft tone, Brenna turned her face to his neck, breathing in the scent of him.

  “The way you displayed them. Opened them. And they were blindfolded so they couldn’t even see what you were looking at. Only, I imagined it was you and Royce touching me.”

  King lifted his head, his low, silky tone washing over her. “The thought of the auction has aroused you from the beginning. But, were you supposed to watch? How did you get into a locked room?”

  Pulling him back down, she kissed his neck, holding on tighter as the pleasure mounted.

  “I took your keys. I wanted to see. Oh, King. You and Royce looked so sexy up there. It made me horny just watching you.”

  “Hmm.” Lifting his head, he slid his finger from her pussy and wrapped a hand around her neck, lifting her face to his.

  “I’m glad you think so, but I need to ask you something, baby.”

  Rubbing her thighs together against the emptiness there, Brenna fought to get closer. She wanted him so badly. Her husband. She wanted him to fill her, to please her as only he and Royce could.

  Aching for him, she reached for his cock, groaning in protest when he caught her hand in his. “King, I want to touch you. What did you want to ask me? Hurry up, and take me.”

  A sharp slap landed on her bottom, startling her. Anticipating another, she squirmed to get away. “Hey!”

  King gripped her upper arms, raising her to her toes, his eyes lingering on the choker around her neck—the new one they’d given her that matched their rings. “Did you think that because we love you, we’re not going to punish you for defying us?”

  Brenna stilled, her stomach clenching in excitement.

  Flattening her hands on his wide chest, she dug her fingertips into hard muscle and looked up at him through her lashes, pouting.

  “Really? I’ve been good. You said so. I just wanted to see—”

  The wicked gleam in King’s eyes had her pussy clenching and leaking more of her juices. “You were told specifically to stay away from the auction—”

  “I did! I didn’t go down to the first floor.”

  King’s eyes narrowed. “You know that you’re not permitted to see what goes on down there.”

  The steel in his tone and the hunger in his eyes settled something inside her, giving her a reassurance she hadn’t even realized she’d needed.

  Brushing her nipples against his chest, she wiggled restlessly. “Are you going to spank me?”

  “Don’t you think you deserve it?”

  Her bottom tightened in anticipation. “I wasn’t that bad, was I?”

  King chuckled and slapped her bottom. “You’ve been very bad and you know it. Stop trying to use your eyes to get yourself out of trouble. You’re in for it now. When you’re auctioned, your ass is going to be bright red. That should get some attention.”

  “What?” Brenna struggled against his hold, terrified now. “You can’t be serious! We’re married! You can’t auction me off.”

  She started to run, but King caught her, his thick, muscular forearm like a steel band around her middle. The sound of her clothing being torn from her scared her even more.

  Within seconds, she was as naked as the day she was born, and over King’s lap on the edge of the bed.

  Each slap both frightened and inflamed her, and as she fought him, she couldn’t stop thinking about all the men downstairs seeing her bottom so red, and knowing why.

  Her bottom burned, but she figured her face had become even redder. “King, please. You can’t put me on the stage. You wouldn’t! You can’t.” She tried to cover her bottom, but he caught both wrists and held them at the small of her back.

  He and King had been so possessive that she knew he couldn’t be serious.

  Could
he?

  “Don’t you dare try to cover yourself!” He slapped her ass several more times in rapid succession, scattering the slaps until her entire bottom burned.

  The sound of the nightstand drawer opening had her fighting again to get free. “What are you going to do to me?” Struggling as he tied her hands didn’t do any good, and in an embarrassingly short time, he had her hands tied behind her back the way the women downstairs had been tied.

  King’s hands on her stirred her arousal to even greater heights, and to her intense mortification, the fear of being onstage in front of others added to the fire. Running a finger through her slit, he laughed harshly.

  “Yes, you liked your spanking, and the idea of having that red ass on display excites you. Your audience is going to expect a bit more from our wife, and the punishment device we bought for you to wear will be perfect for your stage appearance.”

  Brenna gulped, watching King open one of the drawers in the drawers they used to keep things for her, and tried to reason with King.

  “King, I’m sorry I watched. I was dying of curiosity. Admit it, if you were in my place, you would have looked, too.”

  Gathering what looked to be not much more than strips of leather, King turned and shut the drawer. “Yep. That’s why we knew you would try. We planned for it. Sebastian let us know the minute the door opened.” Smiling at her, he tossed one of the pieces on the bed and went to the nightstand again.

  “You do know that every door in this place has an alarm that Sebastian monitors?”

  “Shit. No, I didn’t know that. He probably carries the fucking monitor in that suit of his. He’s a tattletale.”

  King laughed and turned back, the sight of the tube in his hand making her bottom clench.

  “It’s not a monitor, but yes, he carries it with him.” Reaching out, he tugged a nipple, making her gasp. “And one of his duties is to keep an eye on you when we’re busy.”

  Brenna eyed the leather in his hands, and tried to take a step back, but King stopped her. “What’s that?”

  King’s wicked grin sent a thrill through her. “You’ll see.”

  For such a large man, he moved fast, and before she knew it, she was back over his lap again.

  King ran a hand over her bottom. “Nice and pink. I’ll make it red again onstage, or do you plan to fight me now?”

  She fought to keep her legs closed, but King kept her bent with her ass in the air. “What are you going to do?”

  His hands left her, and she knew it would only be long enough to coat his finger with lube.

  “I’m going to put this on you, something that you’re going to wear sometimes when you’re being punished.” With his left hand, he parted the cheeks of her bottom, pulling them up as he did and completely exposing her puckered opening.

  “Now be still so I can lube you.”

  The sense of vulnerability that settled over her each time one of them touched her ass never failed to alarm and excite her.

  As always, King gave her no way to defend against it, no way to limit his access. Holding her bent and spread, he pushed a lubed finger into her with nearly no resistance, plunging it deep inside her.

  “King! Oh, God.” Chills went up and down her spine as he invaded her most private opening with a firmness that always shocked her. He moved his finger around, sliding it over her inner walls with a possessiveness and arrogance that she always had to struggle to accept.

  Kicking her feet, she tried to bite him, crying out when he withdrew and forced two fingers into her.

  “It burns. Take them out. I won’t try to bite you anymore.”

  His fingers slid out with a speed that left her clenching, the need to be filled again pissing her off.

  King laughed and spanked her some more, easily controlling her squirming.

  “I love how defiant you get when you’re aroused and can’t get relief.” He ran a hand over her now-burning ass. “I also love how sweet and submissive you’ll be in a little while when you can’t stand it anymore.”

  “Fuck you.”

  King laughed again. “Do you see this?”

  Brenna’s breath caught at what looked like something between a butt plug and a metal ball. Already knowing where such a sinister-looking thing would be going, she tried to squeeze her bottom cheeks closed.

  “You’re not putting that in my ass!”

  “Sure am. See the strip of leather it’s attached to? That goes right up the crease of your ass, leaving these red buns exposed.”

  His voice dropped several notches, telling her just how much he enjoyed this.

  “It doesn’t taper as much as an ordinary butt plug, so it holds you open a little more. I know how much you like the burn and sting of being stretched. This isn’t as long, but it’s wide. Let’s see how much you like this.”

  She didn’t count on it being so cold, the shock of it just enough to freeze her into immobility long enough for him to begin to push it inside her.

  The metal felt so strange, cold, hard, and threatening. Crying out, she instinctively tried to close against it, making the sting and burn even worse.

  “King! It burns so bad. It’s too big.”

  King ran a hand over her bottom. “No, it isn’t. It isn’t any larger than the other plug we’re using on you now. It just feels different because it’s metal. Your thighs are soaked. I think you like the feel of metal.”

  Whimpering at the helpless feeling of the ball going into her, she shivered as she imagined the other metal things they would get for her.

  With their imaginations, it could be anything.

  “There. That’s beautiful. The bidder at the special auction we’ve arranged for you is going to love seeing it. I’ll bend you over and pull it out for him to see. Now, stand up so I can finish fastening this on you.”

  Brenna whimpered again as he helped her to her feet, a movement that shifted the metal ball in her ass.

  “Please, King. Don’t. I don’t want anyone but you and Royce to see me this way.”

  To her surprise, King knelt in front of her, bringing two leather straps from between her thighs up over her slit, parting her folds and using the straps to hold them that way.

  “Incredible. It looks even more beautiful than I thought it would.” He fastened the straps to another that he attached around her waist, crisscrossing it over her mound.

  “That’ll keep those folds parted so he can see you. Hmm, we really should get the hood pulled back over your clit so he can see that, too.”

  Brenna shook so hard, she could barely stand. Her thighs had become drenched at King’s ministrations, but she couldn’t bear the thought of standing up onstage with some strange man looking at her.

  “King, please. I swear, I’ll never do it again.” Her throat went dry, and she had to swallow several times before continuing. The metal ball in her ass held the tight ring of muscle open wider than ever. It stung. It burned.

  It felt incredible.

  With the metal holding her open, she couldn’t close her bottom.

  King controlled even that.

  King went to the nightstand again and came back with a small ring and stuck it into his mouth.

  Already knowing what to expect, Brenna braced herself, nearly coming on the spot when he sucked her clit into his mouth.

  “King. I’m gonna come. Oh, God!”

  She cried out when he released her just as quickly, leaving the ring behind. It held the hood of her clit back, leaving her throbbing clit completely exposed.

  “I can’t stand it. You know what this does to me. Even the air on it is going to make me come.”

  Her clit tingled, warning that an orgasm wasn’t too far away. Her bottom kept clenching on the ball, despite her determination not to. More juices leaked from her, and her nipples ached so badly she wanted to scream.

  Instead, the only thing she could do was whimper.

  The sensations proved to be too strong to fight. Her breath came out in great gasps of pleasure
and torment, growing harsher and harsher by the second.

  “Please. Don’t do this. I swear I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you want. Please, just don’t do this to me. I can’t stand it.”

  King slapped her clit, stunning her as the stinging hit sent her senses reeling.

  “You are my submissive. I am your Master. You refuse to give me respect by addressing me properly and you disobeyed a direct order. Now you’re trying to talk me out of doing something that is my right to do.”

  Running his hands up and down her arms, he bent to kiss her. “Don’t you want to please me?”

  God, she loved him. She wanted him more than she wanted her next breath. Her body ached for him and her heart skipped a beat each time he smiled at her.

  “Yes, anything. Please, do what you want to me.”

  His pleasure was all that mattered.

  She wanted to pleasure him and fulfill every need more than she wanted anything.

  She didn’t want to think about the other man seeing her, but if it pleased King to show her off, she would do it.

  For him.

  Looking up into his eyes, she blinked back tears of emotion. “Yes, Master.”

  “Good girl.” His smile and praise made everything worthwhile. She loved him and more than anything. She wanted to please him as no woman ever had.

  King cupped her breasts, sending another wave of longing through her.

  “Let’s take care of these nipples.”

  He fastened what looked like a leather bra on her, one that had holes that allowed her nipples to poke free.

  A strange sensation in her nipples had her struggling against him. “King, my nipples!”

  King chuckled and pulled her close. “There are little soft bristles inside. Each time you move, the bristles will brush over your areolas.”

  Holding on to her waist, he kissed her shoulder. “Just to let you know, although I’m not locking them now—all of these straps can be locked into place. Royce and I can put this on you, with the leather piece that goes over your clit, and leave you like that as long as we want. You’ll have no way of pleasuring yourself, or escaping the torment.”

  He reached a hand down to tap her clit. “We can also attach a vibrating piece inside and turn it on and off at will. You should be in real torment in just a few minutes.”