Blaine, Destiny - Domination Plantation [Southern Plantation 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Destiny Blaine

  Her excitement stuck to her fingers as she pushed the glistened digits inside her cunt. Then, to his amazement, she withdrew her fingers and brought them to her lips.

  He gulped as he watched her. He wanted to praise her for making him so horny. He was painfully erect and only remained seated out of sheer will.

  She licked her fingers clean, and he narrowed his gaze on those luscious lips. Knowing the truth was right in front of him, he asked, “Are you trained for your Master?”

  “Yes,” she replied softly.

  “I thought so,” he said. “But you still want us to believe you’re a virgin?”

  She returned her fingers to her folds, tweaking the skin at the entrance of her wet vagina. “I am a virgin. Ask Serena.”

  “Fuck!” he yelled. Hearing his niece’s name ruined the moment. He stood up and went to her. Locking his arm around her waist, he pressed his hand against hers in an effort to guide her.

  Obedient, Jenna locked her fingers inside her walls, stuffing the slender digits higher.

  Cupping her nape, he looked into her eyes. “I won’t fall for you as hard as Jules has. Just remember that, and remember something else for me, too.”

  Her eyes suddenly danced with mischief. Her hand worked harder. Her body bumped against the manual stimulation, and he was oh so tempted to take her place, tuck his fingers inside her cunt, and help light another blazing fire.

  “What’s that?” she asked, whispering across his lips.

  He stilled against her. Drawing upon his inner strength, he said, “You’ll find the men who come here, and not just the ones who live here, are full-grown males. They know what they want, little woman, and they go after it. They aren’t easily teased. They don’t play around and pretend to ignore the pussy presented in front of them. Do you understand?”

  She grabbed for his belt.

  He dropped his gaze to her hand. “Go on,” he challenged. “You think you can?”

  “I—”

  “I dare you.”

  A strange and distant look washed across her face. He immediately translated her expression as tremendous fear. Unprepared for the emotions she stirred inside him, he immediately felt ashamed of himself.

  He remembered his promise to Heath. Had he broken trust? Absolutely. He had vowed not to touch her unless she made the first move. He’d encouraged the first one, and now she looked scared to death. He’d be lucky if she didn’t cry wolf and turn tail for Alabama. .

  “Do you want me to touch you now, Master?” she asked, her hand falling away from her body. Her arms trembling.

  “Maybe not today,” Brogan snapped, irritated because he couldn’t figure out what kind of mind dice Jenna wanted to roll.

  “When?”

  “When you’re ready to reach for my cock with a skilled hand, when your lips are trained for my pleasure, and your body is prepared to welcome me, that’s when I’ll take you, Jenna. And not a minute before.”

  “Why are you so hard?”

  He glanced down at his erection. Then, he looked back up again.

  “I’m not talking about your penis. I mean, I’m sure it is, too, but you…who hurt you so badly that you feel like you have to talk to women like you don’t have any respect for them?”

  “I respect women. Ask anyone.” Marcy came to mind. She didn’t count. They had an understanding.

  “No you don’t,” she replied defiantly. “You hide behind the lifestyle and act like you might, but no, you don’t respect women. If you did, then you wouldn’t bring them here and parade them around your property like you can’t wait to put the newest herd on display.”

  “I’ll respect you when you deserve it.”

  “I’ll return the favor if I ever take you as a Master,” she said hopping off the counter and making her way for the door.

  She swung it open.

  He slammed it shut. His palm landed beside her head. “And who says you have the right to leave here now?”

  She kept her back to him and he kissed her shoulder before he added with a hiss, “Resistance is something I have, Jenna. I have enough control to work you into a fiery inferno and turn you down every day of the week and several times on a drunken Friday night.”

  “No, Brogan, you don’t. Jules doesn’t either. Now we have to decide what we’re going to do about this situation. Walking away probably isn’t an option, but maybe it’s the smartest choice for all parties involved.”

  Chapter Six

  A few days later

  Serena sat at the dinner table quite satisfied. The way her uncles watched Jenna guaranteed the plan she’d set in motion was going better than expected. Ever since her mother had fallen ill with skin cancer, a gnawing fear had consumed her. She was afraid after her mother passed, Jenna and her father would somehow end up together.

  When Jenna first moved in with them, her mother had cautiously befriended her, and Serena had noticed how her mother had curiously observed Jenna whenever her father was around. She’d feared her mother might notice Jenna’s advances toward her father.

  As far as Serena knew, her father had never paid any attention to a young girl’s flamboyant efforts of pursuing an older man. Eventually, Jenna had stopped her obvious pursuits and grew to love and respect her parents as her own, but that didn’t matter. Things could and potentially would change upon her mother’s death. Serena couldn’t embrace the idea of her best friend in her father’s bed. Her uncles had the green light, but her dad remained forever off-limits.

  “So, tell me what you girls have in mind for the weekend,” Jules said, twirling his thin spaghetti noodles around his fork.

  “Can you get us tickets to a concert?”

  “What concert?” Brogan asked, reaching for the Parmesan cheese.

  “Nickelback and Hinder are in Roanoke,” Serena informed them. “I’m in love with Nickelback’s lead singer.”

  Brogan studied her. “His name is—”

  “I don’t care if he even has a name,” Jenna interrupted, sipping her water. “With a body like his and moves designed to create fantasies, he doesn’t need a name at all to get an invitation into my bed.”

  Serena choked, and it was a real gag. No faking necessary when facing death by noodles.

  She leapt from her chair and bolted to the bathroom, coughing and attempting to swallow. She was forced to pull the pasta from her throat using two fingers. Perhaps she deserved to choke on a noodle after pigging out while gloating about her matchmaking skills. Her greedy consumption almost earned her a quick trip to the morgue. She visualized her obituary verbatim. Young woman gags on noodles as best friend seduces uncles.

  No one even bothered to check on her. She could’ve been knocking on death’s door for all they cared. Jenna was rolling up another bite of spaghetti when she rejoined them. Jules and Brogan looked far too uncomfortable in their chairs.

  “Are you okay?” Jenna asked sweetly.

  “Sure. Can you knock it off with the flirting while we’re eating? And the false promises have to go. These two take women at their word.”

  Brogan grinned. “And what would you know about that, little bits?”

  “I know enough about all of you, trust me.”

  “Just enough to be dangerous, huh?” Brogan winked. “And I bet Jenna here could tell a few stories on you, so you’d better be careful. We might bribe her with things she can’t resist.”

  Jules stopped chewing his food and glared at Brogan. Jenna’s eyes widened, and Serena smiled.

  “I’m not worried. She can’t stop flirting long enough to utter tales about me.” Serena realized her remark sounded bitter. She couldn’t help it. She’d nearly died, choked to death on her Italian dinner and no one gave the Heimlich maneuver a second thought.

  “I wasn’t seducing your uncles. I simply wanted Uncle Jules and Uncle Brogan to know I’m a woman who appreciates a man with certain undeniable charms…like Nickelback’s lead singer who has all the right moves. There’s a man who knows what he has t
o offer a woman.”

  Brogan tossed his napkin to the table. “All right, Jenna. That’s it. We gotta get a few things straight.”

  “Just a few?” Jules teased. “If she thinks some random rock star can offer her more than—”

  “I’m serious,” Brogan grated out. “We need to talk.”

  Jenna politely dabbed the corner of her mouth with the royal-blue cloth and returned the napkin to her lap. “All right. Let’s do it. Give me some of that love and tell me why I need to holler daddy in the middle of the night.”

  “Jenna!” Serena exclaimed. “Give them a chance to get to know you before you entice them into more than you’re ready for.”

  Jenna clasped her hands under her chin and stared at her targets. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be, and they’ve both made sure of it.”

  Brogan gave Jules a slight nod, but it didn’t go unnoticed. The girls locked eyes and Serena stood again, this time collecting silverware and unused salad plates. “Thank goodness you waited until I was stuffed. This kind of thing is more than I can stomach after just a few days here. None of you know how to play hard to get, do you?”

  “No,” Jules said. “I don’t like wasting time.”

  “Me either,” Brogan announced, clearing the dishes and walking through the double café-style doors with his hands full. Jules pushed his charter plate aside and then leaned back in his chair. He grabbed the arms of the old antique piece and twisted it around so he faced outward, away from the dining table.

  “Come here, Jenna,” Jules ordered.

  “You think it’s that easy, do you?” Jenna asked.

  Brogan walked back to the table and grabbed the bowl of marinara sauce and the large container of thin spaghetti noodles. “I suggest you listen to Jules, and it might be a good idea if you…minded him.”

  Serena peered over the swinging double doors. Oh boy, that wasn’t the best choice of words. Sure, everything was going better than she’d planned, but she wondered if she should share with her uncles a few things her father probably didn’t bother to tell his younger brothers. For starters, Jenna had a torrid past, one with an interesting way of sneaking up on her, at the wrong times.

  “You can’t boss me around and expect me to obey on command. I’m not your niece, remember?”

  Case in point.

  “You’ll never have to remind us again. You’ve provided enough provocative invitations over dinner. Now, you can get your sweet bottom up and come over here or I’ll be happy to drag your pretty ass out of that chair myself.”

  Serena entered the room again. She grabbed another dish from the table about the time Jules said ‘ass,’ and her mouth dropped right along with the plate she grabbed and then juggled for a save. Brogan took her by the arm and steered her back to the kitchen. “They have a few things they need to discuss.”

  “Uncle Brogan, can it wait? We’re going into town tonight. We have plans. You know, girl time.”

  “In a minute,” he growled.

  “Maybe never,” Jules called out.

  “Uncle Jules?” she persisted, pushing by Brogan and noticing immediately that Brogan and Jules were clearly more interested in Jenna than a pending fit she felt compelled to throw.

  “Jenna?” Jules motioned toward his lap and Jenna stood, picking up her dinner and salad plates in the process. She quickly walked by him, passing Serena on the way and giving her a girlish glare, one of those leave-it-to-me kind of stares.

  Serena whispered, “Be careful. You’re fanning around some pretty hot flames if you ask me.”

  * * * *

  Jenna set her dinnerware on the counter. Jules stalked her. He grabbed her by the shoulders and firmly steered her into the adjacent study before she gave Serena any kind of response.

  Slamming the door behind them, Jules locked it and took a seat on a large leather sofa. “Now then, you and I need to get a few things straight.”

  Jenna’s heart raced, and her body responded in a way she’d never expected. The warm sensation was a sudden reaction she should’ve taken as a warning. The looming danger scared her, frightened her into a few short breaths.

  A fist slammed against the wooden panels. “Don’t be ridiculous, Uncle Jules. Open the door.”

  Jules shook his head and said, “Jenna, you might as well get used to the closed-door thing. You and I will lock ourselves behind a number of them before I send you back to Alabama.”

  Jenna immediately felt the drench of excitement between her thighs. She prayed Jules couldn’t hear her knees knocking together. Her hands trembled so much that she hooked her arms behind her back and tried quite unsuccessfully to steady her shaking limbs.

  She stared into the eyes of a woman’s man, a lust-filled individual who looked like he was ready to grab her around the waist and show her what he wanted, what only he or his brother could take. She almost envisioned them thrashing around right there on his leather burgundy couch, the one that looked well worn and probably saw a lot of action considering the sexual nature of the sofa’s owners.

  She’d heard about their lifestyle, how they’d mutually shared one girlfriend. The woman had been their submissive lover, complete with a collar around her neck and a leash attached when they took her out in public. While the stories once excited her, hearing Serena ask Jules to open the door brought with it a few too many bad memories, a history she didn’t care to remember.

  “So you think I can’t leave now, huh?” She glanced at the knob and the keyhole where an old-fashioned key had been removed. Shit. Maybe, after further observation, she wasn’t going to make a clean break as easily as she’d first thought. “So you locked it?”

  He held out his hand, flashing a bronze skeleton key. She stared at the door again, the warded lock holding her attention. She wondered if Serena would peep inside, perhaps keep an eye on her. Right now, she wanted the added security.

  Jules extended his arm. “Do you want it?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, inching forward.

  “What are you willing to do for it?”

  Her pulse raced. “I’m talking about the key.”

  “I’m talking about both.”

  “Both?” she asked.

  “The key and…me.”

  “I don’t want you, Jules.” Oh no, she didn’t want him. She needed him worse than an alcoholic needed the bottle.

  “That’s a shame,” Jules said, his legs falling open for the most deliberate of masculine shows. “Would you like to know why?”

  “I’d….like….to…Yes,” she finally admitted. “I’d like to know why.”

  He bit his dry lip and made a funny little sound. It was one of those rapper sounds, one she’d heard in a rated R movie on more than one occasion. The guttural vocal provided an issued warning destined to make virgins nervous for a mighty good reason.

  “I have a problem with you, Jenna, and I’m not the only one. I want you more than I’ve wanted a woman—any woman—in a very long time. And I intend to have you. Brogan’s only one or two days behind me, falling for you that is, and we both want you in our beds, right smack dab in between us.”

  She looked down at the shag and definitely dated carpet. Her heart pounded out a significant broken rhythm and her pussy pulsed in rapid vibrations. Her nipples throbbed and her breasts were heavy. She was under a lusty spell, falling victim to a lecherous curse. “Jules, I think I’ve misled you somewhat.” Her heart continued to change beating patterns. It echoed her indecisiveness, beating first one way and then stopping for a second in perhaps a planned pause. Then, it would start up again, only to beat a little faster than the first time.

  Jules never moved after he crossed his right leg over his left. The bulge between his thighs gained her attention, kept her attentive eye.

  There was another hard rap against the door, and Jenna’s head snapped to attention. She stared at the back wall while Serena screamed, “Uncle Jules! What are you doing in there?”

  “Brogan, take Serena for an ice cream o
r something,” he hollered, loud enough to send chills across Jenna’s spine. This time, he stared at her breasts, and he gave them a piercing look, the kind of attention that made her squeeze her legs together again. Her panties were damp and warm. She was aroused beyond reason, doused in desire beyond comprehension.

  “An ice cream?” Jenna asked. “I’d like to go, too. Can I have the key, please?” Her request was quiet. Uncertainty hovered over them. Jenna liked being a tease, but she’d always heard when the right one came along, teasing lost its appeal.

  Was Jules one part of the right one? Possibly, she decided. Admittedly, she was seconds away from giving up the game, losing to the winner she wanted to pin with the blue ribbon.

  His lips curved in a wicked smile. “Honey, I’ve got plenty right here for you to lick, and you don’t even have to worry about getting choked on the cone. I’ll let you take me nice and easy, wrap your tongue all the way around the shape, too. You can sip the flavor right out of me and swallow all night long.”

  Jenna gasped. Damn. She was indeed tempted.

  She lowered her eyes before she realized what kind of submissive signal she provided. Maybe she was pretty good at those since she grew up watching her mother submit to one asshole after the next. She regretted the gesture because she didn’t want to give Jules the wrong idea. “I need to explain myself.”

  “Why don’t you?” Jules patted his knee. “Come on over here and tell me all about it. I won’t touch you unless you want me to, at least not right now.” When he figured out the knee thing didn’t work, he caressed the soft sofa.

  Simultaneously Brogan yelled, “Read your text.”

  Jenna took a step forward and then another. By the time she reached Jules, he held his phone in hand.

  He frowned. After a moment, he tilted his head from side to side. He massaged his neck and then slowly said, “You’re playing a dangerous game, Jenna.” He shoved his phone in her direction, but she didn’t have to guess what kind of text Jules had received. “Is this true?”