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

by Leah Brooke

  Brenna swayed, the tingling growing stronger by the second. “I’m in torment now!”

  King turned her to face him and fingered the whip at his side. “Darlin’, we haven’t even begun. Let’s get you blindfolded so we can go downstairs. You’re going to love what we’ve planned for you.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Royce’s cock sprang to attention the second he saw her. She looked like a Dom’s dream with her nipples and pussy exposed and unprotected, her thighs glistening with her juices. He knew by the way she walked that she had that metal ball in her ass, an ass that would be well-lubed and prepared for fucking.

  He knew her pale skin would be even softer to the touch than it looked and that the curtain of long hair cascading to her lower back felt like silk.

  He still sometimes had a hard time believing the stunning creature standing before him was now his wife.

  He’d felt her gaze on him during the auction, and when Sebastian motioned that she hid up in a supply room watching them, he knew the evening would turn out even more exciting than he’d planned.

  He and King had already arranged for Blade to take over the auction, and for Jake to help him, hoping to surprise their new bride with an auction of her own.

  They’d known how much the idea of being auctioned excited her, so they’d already decided to give her this experience.

  He hadn’t anticipated the thrill it would give him, especially after having spent years watching others inspect the woman.

  This time, he could inspect his own.

  After he’d gotten the text from King, he’d come to the old meeting room, one right next door to the room they used now. They hadn’t bothered to soundproof this room, which now served as more of a playroom of sorts, complete with its own stage.

  Some preferred to live out their own private fantasies of being on the auction block, and the noise from the room next door added to the experience.

  It appeared he and King would be putting their beautiful bride on the auction block, one with no other bidders.

  Another wave of possessiveness took him by the throat.

  God, he loved her.

  Royce smiled as King closed and locked the door behind him, and as he approached, Royce could see how badly Brenna shook.

  Frowning, he moved closer, catching her when she followed his voice and rushed up to him. “Brenna?”

  “Royce, I’m sorry. I was spying. I don’t want all these people to see me like this. Please.” A sob broke free, tearing his guts out.

  “I’ll do whatever you and King want. I’ll do anything. Please. Just don’t let anyone else touch me or see me. I want to please you, but I can’t do this. It’s a fantasy, but I can’t do it.”

  Royce had never loved her more than in that moment.

  Ripping the blindfold off of her, he turned to let her see that the room was empty except for the three of them.

  “This is just a little play, my darling. We’re going to have our own private little auction. Let’s see if you can entice me to bid on you.”

  Brenna’s eyes went wide, the shock of delight in them making him feel ten feet tall. “I should have known. You said that you wouldn’t let anyone else see me.”

  Pleased with himself for planning this for her, Royce adopted his sternest expression, and blindfolded her again.

  “Get her up onstage so the auction can begin. I want to see what I’m buying before I bid on her.”

  * * * *

  Leading her up to the stage, King ran a hand over her bottom. “I have to tell everyone why you’re being spanked. There’s a stool behind you. Come on. I’ll get you turned around and facing the back of the stage so you can bend over it.”

  Feeling Royce’s eyes on her ass as King turned her around, Brenna bit back a moan as another rush of moisture coated her thighs.

  King helped her over the hard stool, bending close to whisper in her ear. “Royce can’t take his eyes off of you.”

  Touched that they would go to so much trouble to create one of her fantasies, Brenna threw herself into it, crying out when King forced her legs apart.

  Knowing that only the leather strap kept Royce from seeing everything, she wiggled her ass, which she suspected was still pink.

  Her ragged breathing sounded loud to her own ears, her excitement growing as King ran his hands over her still-warm ass. With her hands still tied behind her back, she had trouble balancing herself, so she had to spread her legs even wider in an effort to stay upright.

  King ran a hand over her back. “Our wife was spying on the auction from the supply room on the second floor, and when I found her, she was lying on her back and playing with her clit. She was soaking wet and trying to come.”

  Brenna gasped as King removed her blindfold, leaving her upside down and staring through her spread legs into Royce’s beautiful face.

  Seated in the front row, a foot or two below, Royce lifted a brow. “Really? Would you like to explain to me why you were spying when you were told not to? Why were you touching yourself when you know it’s not permitted?”

  Knowing she’d pay for it, Brenna grinned impudently, earning a smack on the ass. “Sorry, Master. I was curious and I wanted to watch.” She wiggled on the seat, gasping at the friction on her nipples and the shift of the ball inside her.

  Royce nodded and glanced at King. “I see her bottom’s already pink. She looks uncomfortable. I’d like to inspect her before I decide if I want to buy or not.”

  She shivered in delight at the cool, almost distant tone, but his eyes told a different story.

  He came to his feet and moved closer, tapping the flat leather tip of the whip against his hand. “Let me feel that ass.”

  King pressed a hand on Brenna’s back, keeping her from rising. “Be my guest. It’s even softer than it looks.”

  Royce ran his hand over her ass in an exploring touch, smoothing it over her skin, pressing in several spots as if testing its firmness.

  “Very nice ass. Warm still. Does she take well to spankings?”

  Brenna groaned and squeezed her eyes closed as lust slammed into her. Her husbands were providing a fantasy for her, and probably themselves, in a way that no one else would witness.

  A surge of love for both of them welled inside her.

  It appeared her husbands would do anything to make her happy. Even their punishments were designed with her pleasure in mind.

  The need to please them just as much had her writhing on the stool and wiggling her ass at them. She no longer worried about defying them—now that she knew just how much they enjoyed overcoming it.

  “No, I don’t like to be spanked.”

  Royce laughed softly, clearly delighted. “She’s defiant, too, and a liar. Her thighs are soaked. She definitely needs some training.”

  Brenna shivered when Royce slid his hands between her thighs and back up to her ass again. She didn’t know why she got so turned on when the two of them talked about her as if she wasn’t there, but she couldn’t deny that she did.

  King sighed. “Yes, she is defiant. I have to be honest with you. Sometimes she’s damned ornery and stubborn, and she fights orgasms with everything she’s got.”

  Royce ran his finger over the strap in her crease. “Yes, well, she’ll have no luck with that.”

  King slid his hand higher to the fastening of her leather bra. “She never does. She’s amazingly responsive. Would you like to inspect her breasts?”

  Royce touched her hands, as though reassuring her. “Yes, and then we’ll get back to this ass.”

  Brenna’s head spun when King lifted and turned her so that she stood in front of the stool facing Royce. She cried out when he moved the bra on her breasts, rubbing the soft bristles against her nipples, before removing it and tossing it somewhere behind her.

  With his eyes on hers, Royce leapt onto the stage to stand in front of her. “Her breasts are stunning. High, firm, and full. And you say they’re responsive? If you don’t mind, I’ll have to t
est that for myself.”

  Brenna held her breath, wondering if he knew just what the arrogance in his silky tone did to her. She wondered if King had any idea how his high-handedness in handling her excited her.

  She’d bet they did, and both men exploited it to the fullest.

  While Royce reached out a hand to touch her breast, King wrapped his hand above her wrists and in the strap around her waist as though holding on to her in case she might run. It pulled the strap higher in her crease and shifted the ball inside her, forcing another cry from her.

  She jerked back when Royce touched a finger to a nipple already sensitized by the bristles, crying out again when the hand King held fisted at the small of her back tightened on the strap.

  Royce raised a brow. “She is sensitive there. Perhaps too much so. She probably can’t take pain. Pity. I like to use clips.”

  Her breath hitched at the memories of the times he and King had used clips on her nipples.

  They’d sometimes attached them to her collar, sometimes to her clit. Some they used with small weights that tugged at every movement.

  Once, King had actually used them attached to a chain and led her around with them.

  She’d come before he’d even touched her slit.

  Keeping in character of a defiant sub who didn’t want to be sold, she lifted her chin. “You’d better not think of putting anything on my nipples.”

  Royce sighed and looked at King. “She’d be a lot of trouble.”

  King released his hold on the strap to grip her wrists, pulling them down and forcing her back to arch, effectively lifting her unprotected breasts higher.

  “She’d be worth it. I’m sure you would have no trouble overcoming her struggles. Would you like me to gag her?”

  Royce cupped her breast as though testing its weight and firmness. “No. I think I’d like to hear her cries.” He pinched both of her nipples at once, tugging them away from her body, his eyes darkening in satisfaction when she cried out.

  Still pinching them, he rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. “Yes, I think she could become trained to accept pain, but I need to check something. Can you put her on the stool? I’d like to see and feel more.”

  The arrogance and mischief in his eyes sent her heart racing as King lifted her onto the stool and stood behind her, supporting her weight as he held her in a reclining position.

  “What are you going to do to me?”

  Very conscious of the straps holding her slit open, and the ring holding the hood of her clit back, Brenna trembled and tried to close her thighs, but Royce stood between them.

  Ignoring her question, Royce spoke to King. “I’d like to inspect her further before I buy.” Without warning, he thrust a finger into her pussy while pinching her nipple with the other hand.

  With a hoarse cry, she bucked her hips, tightening her legs on Royce’s thighs in an effort to close them. Heat shot from her nipples to her pussy, forcing her to clamp down on the finger Royce fucked her with.

  Her breath came out in frantic pants when he rolled her nipple and pressed on that magical spot inside her that he and King ruthlessly exploited every chance they got.

  “Oh, God.” Thrusting her breasts out as much as she could in this position, she stiffened as the tingling throughout her body grew stronger, warning her that she would come any second. Her pussy milked Royce’s finger as it moved inside her, clamping down on it hard each time he pinched her nipple.

  “You’re right, she’s very responsive.” Royce withdrew his finger just as she was about to come.

  “No! Put it back. Don’t do this to me. King wouldn’t let me finish and then he put all this stuff on me and I need to come!” Kicking her legs, she struggled on the stool, trying to get her hands free so she could touch herself.

  She couldn’t stand any more. Her body shook so much that she feared falling off the stool. The metal ball in her ass left her opening stretched too wide, making it burn each time she clenched on it.

  Her clit felt huge and swollen, the throbbing becoming unbearable. “Please. Make me come. Please. I can’t take it anymore.”

  Royce shook his head and stared down at her, pursing his lips as though considering what to do with her.

  “She’s absolutely amazing, but it seems she’s totally undisciplined. She responds magnificently, but she needs to learn control.”

  King placed a huge hand over her breast and squeezed. “This is true, but a good Master would be able to control her. She’s especially vulnerable when her ass is filled. It’s something she can’t quite become accustomed to.”

  Royce used the whip to trace patterns over her mound as he stared down at her thoughtfully.

  “She does have something in her ass now, though, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes, but it’s rather small. A ball that holds her open a little.”

  Brenna wrapped her legs around Royce’s in an effort to pull him closer. “Small? The fucking thing feels like a bowling ball in there.”

  Royce raised a brow, his lips pursing in displeasure. “Maybe you’d better gag her.”

  “No. Don’t you dare gag—”

  King clamped a hand over her mouth. “I think I’ll just fill her mouth with cock and we can continue.”

  Lowering her head, King ripped open his pants and slid the head of his cock into her mouth, effectively cutting off her cries and curses.

  Holding her up, he began to move in slow, shallow thrusts. “Suck, Red. It’ll keep you quiet and busy. How the hell am I supposed to get a good price for you if you misbehave?”

  Royce chuckled softly. “That’s much better. Now, you were saying…?”

  King held her securely, leaving her free to torment him.

  “Having her ass filled excites her, but when her ass is being violated, she immediately become docile.”

  Royce appeared to be considering that as if he didn’t already know her weakness and use it to the fullest.

  “So, if she’s being fucked in the ass, or something is used in her ass in some way, it overwhelms her. The more aggressively she’s used, the better?”

  “Exactly. May I suggest that you use her ass in order to punish her? It seems to be the most effective way of getting her attention.”

  The hunger in King’s voice spurred her on. Balanced on the stool, she no longer feared falling, especially with her husbands holding on to her so securely.

  They’d positioned her in a way that left her breasts thrust out and her pussy and clit completely exposed, while they discussed her. With her mouth full of King’s cock and Royce’s devious hands moving over her, she didn’t know how long she could last.

  “Her clit is beautiful. Very swollen and red. She must have really enjoyed watching the auction.”

  Brenna jolted at the touch of Royce’s finger to her clit, the light stroke on it enough to send her over.

  Whimpering around King’s cock, she kicked her feet as her body stiffened, needing more than the brief rush of release he’d allowed.

  Royce denied her, removing his finger with a sigh.

  “I can’t believe you’re trying to sell me a sub so undisciplined and untrained that she comes without permission.”

  King pinched her nipple, sending another wave of heat through her. “She hasn’t learned yet to control her orgasms. I understand her last Masters coddled her.”

  Royce sighed, running his hands up and down her body, from her abdomen to her breasts and back again. “I can understand that. She really is beautiful, and it would be hard as hell to withhold her pleasure, but her orgasms would be much stronger and more satisfying if she learned to control them.”

  “Yes, but she’s new at this. Her training has barely begun.”

  Brenna sucked King harder, using her tongue to bathe the head of his cock. She wanted to smile at his harsh tone, knowing just how aroused he’d become.

  She couldn’t believe, though, that her training had just begun. She thought she knew it all and would have sai
d so if her mouth hadn’t been full.

  She just wanted release, and the small orgasm she’d just had hadn’t even come close to giving her the satisfaction she craved. It only made her hungrier.

  She wanted to come hard. She wanted to ease this torment that King and Royce seemed determined to prolong. Her body shook with the need for release, and she knew both of them had to know it.

  “I want to inspect her ass.”

  Brenna froze, her body tense with anticipation, alarm, and need.

  She knew he had to know what a statement like that would do to her.

  “Absolutely. Let me just stand her up and remove the straps and remove the ball inside her.”

  Brenna moaned as King withdrew from her mouth and helped her up. She hadn’t realized how much her back ached from her position until Royce started to rub it.

  He continued to rub it as King removed the straps. “Keep the ring on her clit. I’d like her hood held back while I finish inspecting her.”

  Royce supported her, his eyes full of heat and love. Reaching down, he touched her clit just as King pulled the ball from her ass, catching her when she cried out and came again.

  She couldn’t feel her feet, and her legs had long since turned to rubber. She couldn’t even find the strength to hold on to him as the waves of release washed over her.

  Her clit throbbed harder than ever, making her very aware of the ring there. Her bottom, slick with lube, clenched as though the ball still remained inside her. She felt stretched there, the awareness there making her tremble.

  Clumsy and shaking, she soon found herself back over the stool, facedown, her legs spread wide.

  Before she could speak, King slid his cock between her lips again.

  “This should keep her quiet.”

  She heard the rip of foil and stiffened at the prospect of having her ass breached again.

  Royce’s hands closed over her hips and lifted her, thrusting his cock into her pussy with one smooth stroke.

  Brenna cried out around King’s cock, shocked that Royce took her pussy when she’d been expecting him to take her ass.