Demanding Satisfaction [Bride Train 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Reece Butler

  Anticipating the rush of controlled violence, he tucked his thumbs under the warm satin at her shoulders. He ran his hands down her front, gathering fabric. She trembled before him. He hid his grin with a scowl. If he did this right, she’d scream loud enough to wake the dead.

  He gathered the fabric below her breasts. His knuckles grazed her nipples, making her shudder. He gripped tightly and, elbows high, yanked his hands apart. The satin ripped in two. She screamed. He quickly shifted his hands to the top of the tear, gripped hard, and did it again. Satin slipped to the floor in a pool around her ugly boots. She was naked above the ankles. His cock hardened further at the sight.

  “My dress!” She drew back her hands and pounded his chest. “How dare you!”

  Her breasts jiggled as she railed against him. He’d let her have a moment of rebellion, then reel her in.

  “Enough,” he said quietly.

  As expected, she didn’t stop screeching or pounding. He easily caught her elbows and lifted her, back to his front. She squealed and kicked, fighting hard though her feet couldn’t hit above his knees.

  He stood at the edge of the bed, making sure he had plenty of room at the head and foot. He sat and flipped her around so her belly and thighs lay across his lap. Her pussy, of course, lined up with his cock. That meant her ass was right in front of him. The bed was firm, as were her tense cheeks.

  “No!” she screamed, flailing to escape. One hand on her back and one across her thighs kept her in place. “Don’t you dare spank me!”

  He flipped the covers over her legs and tucked them snug to hold her feet. It wouldn’t stop her fighting, but it gave him the free use of one hand. He ran callused fingers over the smooth swell of her bottom. Her cheeks were tight, muscles tense from trying to kick. Her fighting stopped at his touch.

  “I’ll do whatever I want,” he replied mildly. He made small circles with the flat of his palms. She had downy hair all over her peach of an arse. He admired the dual cheeks, so white and ready for his mark. She strained, flexing so that the cleft between her cheeks parted to reveal her anus.

  Both his heartbeat and cock jumped. By tomorrow night he’d have had at least one finger in that hole. His cock had never sunk into such a tight passage. He was the thickest of them, which meant his brothers would have to open her ass for him. It was only a matter of time before one of them did the job.

  She didn’t know it yet, but she wasn’t going anywhere without him. He liked that she owned a business and had stood up to those who tried to shut her down. She was beautiful, inside and out. Never had he expected to find a woman, one his equal, who wanted his domination. Once he claimed her pussy as his, that was it. Preacher or not, she would belong to him. Every precious inch, inside and out.

  She strained harder, pressing down with her knees and hands to thrust her arse up. He stroked his finger down her cleft. She froze, telling him silently what she wanted even if she wasn’t aware. He continued all the way to her pussy. As expected, she was sopping. He teased her, getting his finger wet, then retreating. She relaxed, thinking he was done. But he spread her cheeks and pressed his wet finger into her asshole. Just the tip, about half an inch. She gasped, clenching that tight portal around him.

  “No,” she whispered.

  “Yes,” he replied calmly. “Not now, as I’m going to spank you first. But when I want to take you here, I will. You have no choice.” He twisted his finger and she gasped once more. She also quivered, proving she wanted more even though she complained.

  He gave her a quick slap on her right cheek, the one farthest from his belly. She squealed. He watched a faint pink handprint appear. His hand. And it looked mighty good on her.

  “Don’t spank me!” She pleaded, loud enough to be heard outside the door.

  Sophie McLeod was smart, all right. Smart, and feisty, and as randy as a billy goat in spring. He didn’t know about Sophie, or Queenie as he’d better call her, but he was going to enjoy this more than anything in a long while. He gave her a matching smack on the other cheek. The sharp sound was immediately followed by another squeal.

  “I gave you an order,” he said, loud and rough. “I told you to strip off your dress. You disobeyed, so I ripped it off. And now I’m going to punish you.”

  “No!”

  “Yes. And then I’m going to spread your legs and take you hard. You hear me, Queenie?”

  “But—”

  The sound of his hand slapping her arse covered up what she might have said before a screech filled the air. The others were just a warm-up. This was serious.

  Within minutes he had to coordinate his hands to hold her down as well as spank her bottom, now a far rosier color. He needed three hands. Or two hands and a brother. No, he didn’t want to share this first time with either of them.

  And wouldn’t Max be surprised to discover that a strong submissive lurked under that prim, proper, and controlling image Mrs. McLeod displayed to the world? Though she fought and screamed while tears flowed down her cheeks, the scent wafting past his nostrils proved she was right where she wanted to be.

  He’d spaced out the spanking, building anticipation of more with the fewest number of blows. Sophie wasn’t the only one smarting. He’d had to switch his stinging hands a few times. The state of his cock more than made up for it.

  He stopped when he noticed she’d begun tightening up before his hand fell. He leaned forward so his belly touched her bottom. Her back cheeks were hot. He grinned as she continued to wriggle on his lap. If he hadn’t come in her mouth, her suggestive movements would’ve set him off after the first six taps.

  “You learned your lesson yet?”

  She nodded, moving her face against the sheet. He hadn’t told her to speak out loud, so didn’t rebuke her. Her breath was ragged, both from a bit of crying and arousal. And she was aroused all right. His leg was soaked where her pussy rested against his thigh. He sat up and placed his hand between her knees. Her breath caught, as did her attention.

  He wanted to take hours to tantalize and arouse her, but they had an audience. More, he wanted to make her his right now. He stood, lifting her, and tossed her on her back. She bounced, arms and legs spread wide.

  “Don’t move,” he ordered before she could scramble away. She stopped, half curled on her side. “Spread those arms and legs.”

  His words were loud and harsh, but his eyes caressed her. She glanced toward the door, and then back.

  “No!” she yelled. “You can’t make me!” But she returned to her back, though didn’t spread her limbs as he’d demanded.

  “I can make you do anything I want,” he replied. “Open up. I want to see what I bought.”

  “I said no!” She moved her ankles about six inches apart.

  “You asked for it!”

  He leaned over her, grasped her thighs, and tugged until her hips reached the edge of the mattress. She screeched, of course. He easily spread her knees, then ducked his head between them. Her eyes opened wide when she realized what he planned. He inhaled her sweet scent, releasing his breath on a groan.

  “Don’t! You can’t!”

  He let out a deep laugh, surprising both of them. “You’re bought and paid for. I can do anything I want to you.”

  He separated her lips with his fingers. She gasped, relaxing her thighs to give him access. He twirled his finger around her clit.

  “No,” she moaned.

  Her mouth said no, but the rest of her begged for more. He leaned close and tasted her. Sweet as liquid honey and almost as thick. He groaned, pressed her thighs wide, and swirled his tongue deep inside her. Her groan could have been from pain or pleasure. Only they knew the truth.

  He moved to her clit, flicking his tongue to find it under her brown curls. He slipped two fingers inside. She arched, clutching him. He lifted his head to catch his breath. When she pouted, he curled his long, blunt fingers forward, using his thumb to massage her clit. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in a shriek. Her pussy tightened a
round his fingers. A red flush rose from her pussy all the way to her hairline.

  She’d come, just by his fingers!

  Josh couldn’t help the grin of pride that covered his face. Pride from making her come, and in stopping himself from doing the same. Keeping his fingers in place, he nibbled his way up her torso to her breasts. They weren’t large compared to some of the women downstairs, but they were perfect. He suckled one, making her groan again. He flexed his fingers, finding the spot that made her stiffen, and bit her nipple lightly. She ground herself against his hand.

  “You’d better be ready for my cock.”

  She nodded, panting. Her eyes were bright and eager. He removed his hand from her pussy and brought it to his lips. Her eyes widened as he sucked her juice from his fingers. Never had he tasted anything so good. He wanted more, but that would have to wait. He wanted to ram his cock deep inside her, forcing his way as fast as she could open for him. But this was their first time. It was her choice.

  “You want it hard, or easy?” he whispered.

  Her eyes widened. Her nostrils flared as she licked dry lips.

  “I want you to prove you want me so much you can’t control yourself,” she replied just as quietly. “Take me!”

  Josh almost came at her eager demand. The beast in him fought to escape. “You sure?” She nodded, once, her lips curled into a snarl.

  “No!” she suddenly screamed, scuttling backward. The bed squeaked as she collapsed on her back, legs together. Her running away, fighting to escape, made the predator in him roar.

  “Yes!”

  He climbed on the bed, almost growling. She screamed and pushed herself back another inch. The ropes had not been tightened in some time and the bed dipped and squeaked as they moved. The valley in the middle was so deep her arse sank too deep to take her on her back.

  “Roll over!” he ordered.

  “Make me!”

  He forgot everything but the woman daring him to do what they both wanted. He grabbed her hips, lifted her as she shrieked curses, flipped her over, and set her on her hands and knees. She fell to her stomach, refusing his orders, egging him on.

  He growled, deep in his throat, gripped her hips again, and hauled her legs off the bed. He stood on the floor, legs wide, his hands gripping her thighs. He set her knees on the edge, forcing them apart with his hands. His cock, hard and red, probed at her glistening pussy.

  “You gonna stay where I put you?” he yelled.

  “Let me go!” she screeched, though she held her position.

  He took his cock in his hand and guided it into her.

  “You’re too big!” She screamed the words at him.

  Worried he was hurting her, he backed out an inch, but she gripped his cock with her pussy muscles and pushed back, taking him into her another two inches. This was a woman who knew what she wanted, all right! He relaxed again, letting go of his fear for her.

  “Tough! You’ll take all of me anyway!”

  He rocked, pushing his cock deeper into her tight channel with each forward motion. Both of them fought for air as he slowly pumped his way deeper. He stopped with his cock still a few inches away from paradise. She throbbed around him, her tight heat almost too much to take.

  He bent forward, reaching around to slide one finger around her clit in a circle, teasing her. She clenched him, hard. Her hands gripped the sheets so tight her fingers were just as white. She moaned when he found her clit. Shivered when he tapped it. He circled it again as he pressed forward, until his balls tapped against her pussy.

  “All the way in, baby,” he whispered. “That too much?”

  Sophie rolled her head in response. “Move,” she whispered. “Hard and fast.”

  She clenched around him again. He sat up, gripped her hips, and slowly slid out. He surged back in, his thick cock spreading her welcoming channel. He looked down. Her tight brown anus beckoned right above her spread pussy lips. He watched his cock slowly slide in and out, marveling that she could take him. That she wanted him like this.

  He reached around to her clit once more. She gasped and jerked when he pinched it. He closed his eyes, savoring how well his cock fit in her, tight and hot. How her slippery clit begged for his hand. How—

  A hand squeezed his balls. He jerked and opened his eyes. One bright brown eye stared up at him, framed by long brown hair. She’d turned her face to see him.

  “Hard!” she repeated, and squeezed tight.

  It was the last straw. She was not going to control him.

  “Play with your clit, not my balls,” he ordered in a low growl.

  She smirked, but obeyed, though she scraped her fingernails while releasing him. He grasped her hips to hold her in place as he sped up. In and out, hard and harder.

  The sound of wet flesh slapping, faster and faster, added to the groans and gasps filling the room. He stared at his cock sliding in and out of her. How she took him eagerly. That tiny brown rose called to him.

  He wanted her ass. She’d taken him deep in her throat, and her pussy. She wouldn’t be his until he had all of her.

  He slipped his hand under his cock to gather juices without bothering the fingers busy on her clit. He pressed one finger into the center of that brown rose. She gasped, then released to let him in. His nostrils flared and his teeth bared in a snarl as he worked his finger into her all the way to the knuckle.

  He’d slowed his thrusts while his attention wandered. One hand on her hip, one finger in her ass, he slammed his cock deep inside her. Remembering the spot his fingers had found, he shifted and changed angles. At the same time, he skewered his finger into her ass, then out, jabbing it at half the speed of his cock.

  Her pussy contracted around his cock as her ass did the same to his finger. She screamed. He fought to contain his own orgasm, but it was no use. He pulled his finger out and grabbed her hips. Nothing mattered but the tight pussy of his woman contracting around his cock.

  He barely heard her next scream and his roar over the hissing in his ears as he pounded into her, again and again. That white-hot wire erupted from his balls, blasting out of him in a geyser that shot his seed deep inside her.

  Again and again he erupted, until her pussy relaxed. Something in his forehead squeaked. He couldn’t breathe, and his heart pounded faster than he could think. He wrapped his arms around his woman, lifted her, and collapsed on his side. He hauled her into him, spooning her. Every hoarse exhale blew her hair around. He closed his eyes to stop the room spinning.

  Everything was right in the world. He kissed the top of her head.

  “That what you wanted?” he asked, hauling a breath into his lungs between each words.

  “Beth said it was good,” she whispered, also out of breath. “But I had no idea. I’ve never felt anything like this.”

  He held her against him as his heart slowed. His cock was still inside her, semihard. After nothing for seven years, with Sam and then him, her pussy would be sore. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t do other things to make her breath catch in the back of her throat.

  He decided to wait until her breathing slowed before telling her how it was going to be. But when her heart slowed, her body relaxed.

  “Sophie?”

  When she made no response, he lifted his head to look at her. Her mouth fell open and a light purr of a snore emerged. She was asleep? He took a closer look. Finally, he saw her without the wariness or animation. Dark circles under her eyes suggested she was exhausted. Holding her lax body, he realized how thin she was. Without that feisty, even belligerent attitude of a raptor, she was a tired, scared little bird, alone in the world except for a few friends.

  No more.

  Josh tenderly brushed the hair off her face. Once this was over he would marry her. He’d spend his life making sure she was never hungry or frightened again. She’d be tired, especially if they were blessed by children, but she’d never be alone. She would have him at her back no matter what.

  He kissed her cheek. Sh
e snuggled back against him and sighed. A small smile twitched up one corner of her mouth. Her nipples crinkled.

  “I’ll be at your back, little one,” he whispered.

  He wasn’t a fool. What he’d done—playing the way she wanted and giving her a massive orgasm—was the easy part. Now he had to convince her that she belonged to him as much as he belonged to her.

  Josh flipped the covers over them and relaxed. He slid his hand under her upper arm and over her lower breast. It fit in his palm as if he was made for her. He released a shuddering breath.

  He was home, for the first time in his life.

  Chapter 19

  “Where’s Sophie?” demanded Max as soon as Sam entered their hotel room.

  He sent Max a scathing look and shut the window. “Sleeping in Josh’s arms, I expect.”

  Max should be glad that Sophie’s plan was working. But he didn’t want to think about her lying with Josh rather than himself. Nor about Sam and Josh seeing her naked body, tasting her, and giving her orgasms before he could.

  He was the oldest and therefore had to be the most responsible. If she wanted he’d have his turn, eventually. The fact that his cock hardened every time he thought of her was a nuisance, something he would have to overcome. And just like every other problem in his life, he would triumph.

  “Josh won’t be giving her up now,” added Sam. “Word is they were awful quiet for a bit after he took her upstairs. They think Josh was keeping her mouth full, but I figure they were talking.” He sighed dramatically. “There was some kerfuffle as he put her across his lap. Then he spanked her. That’s when she started screaming.” He stuck his finger in his ear and wiggled it. “Woman’s loud enough to wake the dead. I expect we’ll be getting used to that noise.” His grin proved he liked the idea of making Sophie scream.

  So did Max. Too much. The thought of keeping away from Sophie until they caught Isaac, while his brothers enjoyed her many charms, was beginning to rub him the wrong way. His skin felt all prickly because of it, like a cat fluffed up from the tail to the head.