Their Independent Submissive [Knights in Black Leather 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Marla Monroe

“Gunner. Please. I’m begging you. Give me this. I want to feel both of you loving me,” Darla said.

  It was the pleading in her voice that broke his control. He couldn’t deny her what she truly wanted. It was part of being a Dom, to give what his submissive needed above all else. She was in control and he’d briefly forgotten that. If he honestly thought it was more than she could handle or that he’d hurt her, Gunner wouldn’t allow it, but she was right. Darla was ready. It was his arrogant need to hold all of the reins that had almost allowed him to make a terrible mistake with the one person he never wanted to do that with. She wouldn’t have trusted him to always see to her needs if he’d denied her.

  “Relax for me, babe. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m going to remove my fingers and add more lube.”

  “Yes, Gunner,” she immediately said as she relaxed her body, her ass still lifted for him.

  As he added a generous amount of lube to her ass that still flared the tiniest bit, she moaned for him. Once again, his cock twitched at her need. He couldn’t believe he’d been about to make a mistake with her that might have cost him her trust.

  Grasping the base of his shaft, Gunner placed the ruddy head at the entrance to her ass.

  “Relax your back and push out, babe. It’s going to sting, but if it hurts at all, tell me. Understand? I’m trusting you to be honest with me, Darla.”

  “I will. I promise, Gunner. Please,” she whispered.

  He checked with Scope, and at the other man’s nod, Gunner pressed forward. She moaned as he slowly entered until he felt the first resistant ring of muscle. Scope massaged her lower back while he waited until she had relaxed again. Then he surged forward just a little more and his cockhead pushed through. The shudder that rolled through her body mirrored his own. She was so fucking tight it almost hurt.

  “Are you okay, Darla?” he managed to ask through gritted teeth.

  “Yes!” Her breathy reply allowed him to relax. He wasn’t hurting her.

  Slowly he entered her back hole just a little more then pulled back some before pressing forward a bit harder. With the last slightly resistant area relaxing for him, Gunner surged forward until he was deep in her ass.

  Holy hell. I’m in heaven. I’ve never felt anything like this before.

  “You’re so fucking hot and tight, babe. I’ll never last. Are you ready?” he asked.

  “Yes. Please, yes.” Her ass twitched as she tried to wiggle between his hands that had a tight grip on her hips.

  “Scope?” he asked.

  “Let’s do this. I’m about two strokes away from losing it.”

  Gunner pulled back almost all the way out while Scope pressed deeper inside of Darla. Then Gunner pushed back in as Scope pulled back. They moved in tandem with slow thrusts until he was holding on to both his climax and his emotions by a single thin thread.

  Every muscle in his body struggled to break free, needing to flex and move, but Gunner was having none of it. Darla was all that mattered—her climax, her pleasure came first even if it killed him. She squeezed down on them and he nearly choked. It just might be his demise. Emotions that he’d suppressed for so long surged through him, opening him wide for something, he didn’t know what.

  When Darla began moaning and meeting their thrusts almost desperately, Gunner knew she was close. He reached around her hips and shoved his hand between her and Scope to find her clit. He touched it, intent on rubbing over it, but Darla didn’t need more than a touch. She screamed, throwing her head back as she bucked between them. Her ass clamped down on him to the point he had no choice but to follow her into the intense, painful pleasure of an orgasm so huge it completely engulfed them all.

  “Fucking kill me!” Scope yelled. “What. The. Fuck!”

  All three of them seemed to freeze at once then something popped in Gunner’s ears. He thought he might have busted a blood vessel. His body finally relaxed like a puppet’s strings had been cut, and he only just managed not to collapse on top of the other two. When the other two moaned, Gunner slowly pulled out of Darla, hesitating when she gasped. He stumbled to the bathroom, having to lean against the counter before cleaning up.

  What just happened?

  Gunner stared at his reflection in the mirror and tried to see if something about him had changed. Nothing. He couldn’t see anything, but he felt it. There was something different.

  When he’d washed up and wrung out a fresh warm cloth to clean Darla with, he started to walk back into the bedroom when it hit him. He froze then slowly turned back to the mirror. His eyes. That was what had changed. It was said that the eyes were the mirror to the soul, and he believed that now. They were clear and—open. The cold calculating cloud had lifted and nothing obscured his feelings and thoughts anymore.

  Gunner wanted to think about this, explore it more, but he needed to see about Darla—and Scope. If he was feeling this change, his friend probably was, too.

  Scope hadn’t withdrawn from their woman yet. He had rolled them to their sides so he could continue to hold her, to sooth her with soft words and gentle swipes of his hand. The sight warmed Gunner. He wanted to be part of that, too. First he needed to take care of Darla’s needs before he saw to his own.

  “Scope. I’m going to clean her up. Don’t move or I’ll be cleaning you up as well,” Gunner said.

  “Did you just make a joke?” Scope asked, something different in the other man’s voice.

  “I guess so. No. Actually it was more of a threat,” Gunner told him. He ducked his head to keep his friend from seeing the smile that popped out, surprising him.

  After carefully tending to Darla, Gunner climbed up on the bed and spooned her from behind. He and Scope could now see each other without a problem. He knew that meant that the other man would be able to see the change in him. He waited for him to say something.

  “That was something, wasn’t it?” Scope whispered.

  “Yeah. Something,” he agreed.

  “I feel like you’re a part of me now, both of you. I can feel you in my heart now,” Darla told them.

  “I feel the same way,” Scope admitted.

  His friend looked up at him while Darla turned her head in an effort to see him. The sincerity in their eyes and on their faces convinced him that this was right. The three of them belonged together. With little Tommy, they were a true family. Even if there were never other children, Gunner knew that they belonged to each other. He might take control in the bedroom most of the time, but for the most part, they were partners who saw to each other’s needs.

  He could see all of this now that the film that had covered his eyes had been torn away during the most intimate moments of his entire life. Life looked more interesting and felt that was as well. He wanted to explore. First though, he wanted to just feel Darla.

  “I love you, Gunner. Thank you,” she whispered over her shoulder.

  That was it. That right there. He felt her love, felt it all the way into his soul, and that was what had melted the film over his eyes and the tight chain he’d used to keep his emotions under control.

  “I love you, too, Darla. I love you so much it scares me,” he admitted.

  “Don’t be scared. I’ll never stop,” she promised.

  She turned back to Scope. “I love you, too. Not more and not less than Gunner, but differently. You’re the one who reminds me to smile. He’s the one who reminds me to feel. I love you both.”

  Scope pulled her head to his chest and smoothed her hair down the back of her head. He looked at Gunner over her head with a fierce expression that said so much. Scope had gained a new determination to take care of their woman, where Gunner had gained the need to be soft with her, pamper and spoil her. They’d both changed in good ways.

  His friend smiled and nodded. They were in total agreement. Darla and Tommy came first. Whatever they might have come up between them, they settled it between them outside of Darla and Tommy. The two most important people in the world would never feel any pressure to take si
des or try to moderate between them.

  Gunner had no doubts they would have tiffs that occurred within the family, but true issues wouldn’t affect it. He’d lived with constant fights and accusations when he’d been growing up. Foster homes did little to give a child a good role model of what a true family, a home, was supposed to be like. Tommy would never feel the things he had. He’d never wonder if he was wanted or fear that he wasn’t safe. Gunner would do whatever it took to make that happen.

  “Let’s get some sleep,” Scope said. “I’m going to run to the bathroom, then we should sleep. I have a feeling we’re going to be busy tomorrow. Tommy is going to be home and I want to take him shopping for his room.”

  “Don’t spoil him, Scope. He’s a good kid now, and I don’t want him to think that all he has to do is ask for something and he’ll get it,” Darla told him as he slowly withdrew from their embrace.

  “I want to spoil him. I want to give him everything he needs and deserves,” he told her with a frown. “I don’t like him doing without when we can provide for him.”

  “I can already tell there’s going to be some struggles over this,” Gunner said around a smile.

  “You’re smiling,” Scope said, staring at him. “You can’t do that when we’re having a serious discussion here.”

  “Sure I can,” he said. “This is normal. We’re having a normal argument without throwing stuff or screaming or shouting obscenities.”

  That caused Scope and Darla to stop their argument and stare at him. He sighed. So much for a healthy disagreement.

  “I guess that’s about all you heard growing up in the foster system,” Darla said. “I’m sorry, Gunner.”

  “For what?”

  “For bringing that back into your thoughts,” she explained.

  “No. Don’t be, babe. It makes me appreciate the amazing gift I’ve been given here.” He rolled her over so he could look down at her. “You’ve given me an amazing gift, and I love you for it.”

  “So. That’s settled. I’ll be right back,” Scope said, jogging toward the bathroom.

  “He’s got a nice ass,” Darla said with a grin.

  “I have a nice ass, too, you know.” Gunner bit the inside of his cheek to try and look serious.

  “I don’t know. I haven’t seen your ass, yet. I wasn’t in the right position to watch you walk away earlier. You can show me yours in the morning,” Darla told him with a smirk.

  Scope returned and slid in beneath the covers. “So. Are we in agreement? We take Tommy shopping tomorrow.”

  “Then we take Darla,” Gunner said.

  “Guys!”

  “We outnumber you, babe. Deal with it. ’Night.” Gunner pulled her back into his arms.

  He couldn’t imagine what he was thinking all of those years when he’d refrained from holding a woman after sex. Maybe it was just that Darla wasn’t just sex for him. Maybe the only reason he felt this way was because he loved her. Love made all the difference in the world.

  Epilogue

  “Don’t be nervous, Darla. I promise you’ll love it,” Taylor said. “You said that you really enjoyed it when Gunner tied you up. This will be no different.”

  “It’s all different, Taylor. This is in front of people,” Darla moaned.

  “You’re just nervous. Once he gets started, you’ll forget anyone else is around. You can do it.”

  Darla nodded and shook her hands out to dry off the sweat that had formed. She could do this for her men. They both wanted to play at Golden Shackles occasionally, so she needed to get used to it. She desperately wanted to give them what they needed. They had more than taken care of her needs and wants.

  Over the last six months, she’d known nothing but love and pampering. They’d refused to let her work anywhere until her hand was completely healed. Then they would only let her work at Rizzoli’s three days a week. Taylor had complained, but given in with a smile of understanding.

  “They just want to take care of you and are compromising. I promise,” she’d said. “Believe me, if they could keep you from working at all, they would, so just accept it and pick your battles.”

  That was what she was doing now. Compromising. She wouldn’t have to be completely naked in public and they would never allow another person to touch her when they were at the club. She could handle the rest—she hoped.

  As she followed the other woman out of the changing rooms to her waiting men, Darla realized how far they’d all come. She was far more relaxed now that she didn’t have to worry about paying the bills and providing for Tommy. Tommy was still the wonderful son she’d raised despite the men trying to spoil him. He was much more excited about them taking him to ball practice and their plans to watch his games than he’d been about the shopping spree they’d tried to give him.

  The change in Gunner was the most dramatic though. Gone was the brooding man who rarely smiled even a little bit. Instead, he was more relaxed than she’d ever seen him and he actually laughed sometimes. He still checked every window and door at night or if she was going to be alone during the day. He insisted that she learn to handle and shoot a gun safely. There were times when some of his protective habits got on her nerves, but all it took was the memory of having her hand broken and imagining it having been Tommy instead of her to smooth out her nerves.

  The club looked like it had the few times she’d been there to look around with the guys. The only difference was the fact that it was full of people now. Some of them wore leather while others wore next to nothing. There were only a few more Doms than Dommes as far as she could tell. She knew most of the people there and would never have guessed some of them would be part of the BDSM lifestyle.

  Taylor led her toward the back of the room to where a Saint Andrew’s cross stood decked out in white satin and lace. White carnations decorated it and white rose petals made a delicate carpet to the base of the wooden structure. What was all of this? They were just going to play with the rope weren’t they? They hadn’t said anything about the cross. She looked to where they both stood on either side of the cross wearing their tight leather pants and loose vests. They had their hands clasped in front of them and were looking at her as if she were the most beautiful woman in the world.

  “Go on. They’re waiting for you, Darla.” Taylor smiled at her and urged her forward.

  She took a step then another one. The rose petals were cool and soft beneath her bare feet. As she drew closer to the two men, they both held out one hand to take hers. Then they each kissed her on the forehead and turned her to face Maximillian, one of the managers of the club and a notorious and much-sought-after Master, according to Gunner. What was he doing there?

  Darla looked from Gunner to Scope, unsure of what was going on. Why hadn’t they prepared her for whatever was going to happen? Did they think she would have told them no? If it involved another man, then hell yes she would have said no.

  “Shh,” Scope whispered. “It’s okay.”

  It took all of her will not ask what was going on. She knew she wasn’t supposed to speak unless Gunner or Scope okayed it. She wasn’t going to break protocol and embarrass them, but all bets were off once they got home.

  “We are gathered here today for a very sacred and important event.” Max’s deep booming voice startled her into looking back to him.

  A crowd had gathered, and her nerves attacked once more. What was this?

  “You are here to witness the joining of Gunner and Scope with their submissive, Darla, in marriage,” Max said.

  Marriage? Her eyes grew wide at that statement. They were getting married here? Now? She wasn’t wearing a wedding dress and hadn’t gotten rings for them. She looked down. Now she knew why they’d had her wear the white corset. Taylor took that moment to walk over to her and place a headpiece with a long flowing veil on her head.

  “Be happy, my friend,” she whispered to her before stepping back.

  She barely heard the rest of the ceremony until Max said it was time f
or the rings. She panicked until she saw Tess walk forward with a large box. She stopped next to Gunner who opened it and took out a ring. He kissed it then handed it to Scope. Scope kissed it as well. Then Gunner took her left hand in his and held it out to his best friend.

  “With this ring, we thee wed,” both men said in unison. Scope slid it onto her finger and the rest of the words were lost to her.

  It was gorgeous. A single solitaire diamond rested in a sterling silver setting. On either side of the ring was a silver ring guard with three diamonds each. She was sure the ring guard signified that both Scope and Gunner were her protectors like the ring guard assured the diamond was.

  Then Gunner pulled out two more rings that he handed to her. She looked down and realized they’d gotten the rings for her. They were both sterling silver with intricate scrolling on them. She looked inside and nearly burst out crying. They’d had them inscribed—Darla’s protector.

  She looked up at the two men with tears nearly obscuring their faces. She mouthed the words I love you to them, then waited for Max to finish and indicate it was time for her to slip the rings on her men’s fingers. When he did, she kissed one before slipping it on Scope’s finger. Then she kissed the other one and slipped it on Gunner’s finger.

  She was sure that was it, but Gunner turned and pulled out a beautiful silver bracelet with three heart charms on it. He handed it to Scope and pulled out a roped, silver necklace that he held out.

  “With this collar, Scope and I, Gunner, are blessed with your submission. We will allow no harm to ever come to you,” Gunner said.

  “We will always give you what you need,” Scope said.

  “And we will treasure your trust in us and strive to honor it always,” Gunner finished. He approached her with the necklace and carefully clasped it round her neck, securing the clasp with a lock attached to it.

  He kissed her forehead then backed away as Scope stepped closer. He held up the bracelet and she lifted her arm for him.

  “This bracelet signifies our family. You’re the chain that holds us all together. The three hearts are for Tommy, Gunner, and me.” He kissed her cheek then looked over at Gunner with a smile.