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

by Destiny Blaine

  “Yes,” she replied.

  “Good,” he said, taking his cock in hand. “Are your nipples sore?”

  She arched her back and watched him pull at his length. Oh God, she’d come if he didn’t stop toying with her. She needed a deeper connection. She wanted to give herself to him completely. When would he stop messing around and just fuck her!

  “Honey, tell me. Do the clamps make your nipples hot and tender?”

  “Yes, Jules,” she replied, flicking her wrist and fucking herself with more speed.

  “Good, baby,” he crooned, pinching one of her nipples and bumping the head of his cock against her leg. “I want you prepared for me, Jenna.”

  He slapped her mound without warning.

  “Jules!” she cried, her hips flying off the bed. “Oh God. Oh God.”

  “Hmm,” he said, his eyes hooded from lust. “I do believe she likes that.” He slapped her mound again and again.

  Another shot of arousal doused her pussy lips. She fucked herself harder.

  “That’s right, add a finger,” he instructed. “One more.”

  She plunged three fingers inside her walls. Lifting her hips and locking both knees at the same time, her arm was trapped between her legs and her hand hard at work.

  “Beautiful,” he said appreciatively. “Explain to me what it feels like.”

  He looked surprised when she said, “I’m wet, Jules, and tight. Really tight, and so hot. Hotter than I’ve ever been.”

  “Another finger.”

  She added one more, and her body clenched around her knuckles. “I’m going to come.”

  He swiped her hand away immediately and moved between her legs. “You’ll come on my lips,” he rasped.

  He dipped his head and lapped at her juices. “There we go. I want the first taste of priceless pudding. Give me some of that virgin’s wine, the kind of sweetness only one man can savor.”

  “Jules!” she screamed, humping his face, unable to contain her building lust.

  Pressing his palms to her knees, Jules lapped at her like he was the most experienced lover on the face of the earth. She felt certain he’d earn his title.

  * * * *

  He ate her pussy like he’d never enjoyed a woman before. His tongue stroked all the way inside her pussy, and he withdrew just in time to savor one more delectable swipe. He nipped at her folds and twirled his fingers higher inside her vagina, realizing the tight channel would later milk him dry.

  Spying on her from under hooded eyes, he watched her grip the bed sheets until her knuckles turned white. He’d taken her right to the edge. She was ready. She’d come with the right penetration, the right motivation.

  Jenna rose again, bucking like crazy, just as she’d done earlier when she’d fucked herself. “Jules, soon. I need to come soon.”

  Licking his lips, he feasted on her sweet pussy for another second before dragging himself away from her. He grabbed a condom and ripped the foil packet, sheathing himself as he continued to sip at her pussy lips.

  Once the rubber snapped in place, he rose over her. “Are you ready for me, Jenna?”

  God help him, he wasn’t sure he would be able to stop if she told him she had doubts. While he didn’t expect her to deny him, he’d done his best to arouse her, taking her right to the brink of one orgasm after another.

  Now, he needed to fuck her. He wanted her to come so violently her body would tremor in his arms. Her cunt would milk his cock, vibrate against his shaft.

  He pushed her legs apart and kissed a path from ankle to pussy before towering over with one goal in mind. Lowering himself, he gently tugged the clamp from one breast and then the other, filling his mouth with her fullness. Then, he lowered his cock to her pussy and inched between her folds.

  “Jules, please,” she said, stretching her neck, writhing under him, and trying to encourage the connection.

  Breaking the intimate seal of a woman, Jules crashed against her walls with one hard and deliberate thrust. There was no doubt in his mind when a hot gush of fluid coated his shaft. He was the first lover to take her, the first man to find his place in Jenna’s soft, voluptuous body.

  “Oh, God,” she mumbled against his shoulder. “Jules, please.”

  He pressed his palm to her forehead, swiping the hair out of her eyes as he penetrated deeper. “Ah, Jenna, this is so good, sweetheart. You’re so tight and hot,” he whispered. “Come, baby, wrap your legs around me and ride all night.”

  * * * *

  She draped her legs over his back and crossed her ankles. He reached behind his waist and held her in place. The way he pushed her legs forward only further secured his place deep inside her walls. And God help her, he fucked her right. She’d waited for this moment for what seemed like forever.

  Jules made certain his loving was an intimate and quite special occasion. He stroked her higher and harder than any toy she’d ever experienced. Jules reached spots she never knew existed, and he tapped them without effort. The sensations only changed with positions, and he found a new way to stir her arousal every few seconds.

  With the dull pain that comes with having sex for the first time, she cried out and moaned before and after every stroke. Soon, the initial throbbing ended. Jules slowed down his rhythm, set a new pace, and found a softer way to grind. And that’s when she came apart in his arms.

  Her body jerked against his. He rose over her like a powerful force, yanking one leg to his shoulder as he fucked her.

  “More,” she begged, toying with her nipples as he flattened his palms against her belly.

  “There you go, honey,” he said, pounding inside her pussy. “Fuck. Oh yeah, Jenna. Here we go.”

  His control went straight to hell and he yelled out her name. He hammered inside her without any set beat. Her orgasm rolled over her like a broken tide as he thrust inside her again and again and again.

  “Jules!” she screamed, appreciating the climax he delivered, praying the sizzling hot sensation would last forever.

  A carnal growl slipped from his lips as his cock twitched inside her folds.

  “Jules, please, don’t leave me,” she whispered as he tucked her body against his and brought her fingertips to his lips.

  The first time was behind them. He clutched her hip and stroked her back. “You were incredible, Jenna.”

  She smiled to herself and drifted off to sleep. At some point during the night, she realized her fears were unwarranted. Jules wouldn’t abandon her, but she would indeed leave his bed.

  Thinking about Serena and how the little imp was probably wondering what had happened to her, Jenna tiptoed back to their room and found Serena curled up in bed. She also found a note on her pillow. She read it aloud.

  I really don’t want the details. Uncle Brogan said you were occupied. I think he was jealous, and I heard enough to figure out how well Uncle Jules kept you entertained.

  Jenna tucked the note under her pillow, comforted by the dreams awaiting her. As she drifted off to sleep, she thought of the way Jules made love.

  He didn’t treat her like a submissive, yet she wanted to submit. He didn’t act like a Dom, but she wanted him to dominate her. He didn’t try to overpower her, yet she wanted to claim him as her Master.

  Hours later, Jenna woke up in bed with Jules right beside her. At some point, he must’ve carried her back to his bed, the place she hoped to remain for the duration of her visit.

  * * * *

  “Get up.” Brogan set two mugs and a hot pot of coffee on the nightstand.

  “What the hell, man?” Jules grumbled, dragging her body closer.

  Jenna wrapped her arms around his waist. He caressed her back as she lay in his arms. She barely realized she was still on earth, much less in bed with one of the sexiest men this side of heaven.

  “It’s Fiona,” Brogan said. “She had a bad night. Heath doesn’t think she’ll bounce back this time.”

  “What?” Jenna sat upright. Immediately, tears formed in her eyes.
“You mean—”

  “Heath wanted us to take you and Serena home today, but Jules and I can’t leave. We have several feeder cattle coming in tomorrow, so we can’t drive you down to Birmingham until Sunday. Jenna”—Brogan took her hand in his and paused—“I was able to book a seat on one of the commuter flights but there was only one seat left.”

  Jenna shook her head. “No, don’t you dare apologize. I’ll go when you can take me or I can buy a bus ticket. Serena should be on that flight. I’ll go help her pack.”

  She rose from the bed and looked around. Brogan arched a brow and then eyed the pile of clothes in the floor.

  “When I was in my bed last night, I was sleeping in pajamas.”

  Jules shrugged. “That was in your bed. Under my sheets, you won’t need them.” He reached for a mug and poured her a cup of coffee.

  Brogan grinned, watching her as she dressed. “I can’t resist temptation.”

  “I’m sure you can’t,” she snapped, wondering how in the world a man could gawk at a woman with lust in his eyes when a true crisis loomed. Their niece needed their attention, and there she was with Brogan and Jules behind closed doors. After she dressed, Jules handed her the ceramic mug.

  “Thanks.”

  “Don’t mention it. You come on back and sleep here tonight, ya hear?”

  She stopped at the door and glared at him. “You really are something, aren’t you?”

  Brogan held his tongue to his upper lip. “Yeah, he thinks he is.”

  “And you wear the same identical shoes,” she said, setting her coffee cup down on the dresser. “Your niece needs you—both of you right now—and you can’t keep your eyes off of me. Could you try and show her a little respect, please?”

  Brogan’s eye twitched and he shook his head. “You know, from where I’m sitting it looks like we’re not the only ones who have a little problem with respect.” He opened the door and pointed down the hall. “You think Serena doesn’t know where you slept last night?”

  “I…”

  “Save it,” Jules warned. “He’s just jealous.”

  “He doesn’t have any reason to be jealous.”

  “The hell he doesn’t,” Jules muttered. “I’m the one who took the first kiss and the first—”

  Disgusted now, Jenna shook her head and marched out. Men were all the same. They were all pigs with hard dicks and no brains. She also decided there wasn’t a man alive who was compassionate. Not one.

  Well, maybe Heath was exempt. She walked in the bedroom and found Serena curled up on the phone talking to her daddy. Jenna suddenly felt like an outsider.

  Chapter Ten

  Serena’s tears sprinkled over her cheeks, and Jenna matched her drop for drop. They stood in the middle of the airport’s small terminal and embraced.

  “Jenna, Mom won’t even know I’m there,” she said, sorrow lacing her words.

  “I know. I want you to go and sit by her bed. Tell her how much she’s loved. You do that for me, okay?”

  Serena blew her nose in a rose-colored tissue. “I’ll tell her what a difference she made in all of our lives, especially yours.”

  “She knows,” Jenna reminded Serena. “But you make sure you tell her anyway.”

  “I will,” Serena whispered. “She’s always known how important she is to her family.” With a squeeze for Jenna and one for each of her uncles, she said her final farewell and headed for the gate when the last boarding call was announced.

  Standing next to Jules and Brogan, Jenna watched Serena disappear down the steep steps and walk across the limited stretch of pavement located next to the runway. From the entrance of the plane, Serena turned around, forced a smile, and threw her hand in the air one final time.

  Jenna crossed her arms across her chest and finally broke. Fortunately, a row of chairs were lined up behind her and she slumped against one of the wide orange seats before covering her face with her palms. “I don’t understand. I spoke to Fiona yesterday. She was fine.”

  “Her body rejected a new treatment,” Brogan explained.

  She pressed her lips together and looked away. “I don’t understand. She said she was feeling better. She said she couldn’t wait to see us. How could this happen?”

  “She tried an experimental drug,” Brogan explained. “Heath and Fiona knew the risks involved, Jenna.”

  She sobbed as she thought about Fiona. How much she’d clung to hope, how much she’d wanted the new medicine to work, how hard she’d prayed, and now her final days had come down to this?

  “Jenna,” Jules began. “Let us get you home, okay?”

  She shook her head. “I think you were right all along. I need to stay somewhere else, especially now.”

  Brogan sat beside her. “What you need is what we’re going to give you, right, Jules?”

  He nodded and cupped her neck. Searching her eyes, Jules, said, “You’re going home with us, Jenna. We’ll take care of you. I swear it.”

  The offer made went beyond a one-month deal. At that moment, she longed to tell them not to break her heart. Instead of expressing her fears, she asked, “What do you mean take care of me?”

  “We’ll talk about it,” Jules replied. “But you’re a smart young woman. I think you already have a pretty good idea of what I’m proposing.”

  Proposing? The word without the everlasting meaning held nearly the same significant impact. Every nerve ending in her body came alive.

  “And what if you change your mind?” she asked, the uncertainty driving her. “You might. It’s possible, you know.”

  “Jules knows what he wants, Jenna. I’m not sure. It’s the best we can offer.”

  A man like Brogan didn’t make promises or guarantees blindly. He didn’t know what Jules and Jenna had shared, perhaps he didn’t know whether or not they’d welcome him into the situation, a relationship of sorts, but he was willing to try and figure things out. She’d never consider putting up a fight. She felt like, almost from the beginning, that Brogan and Jules were a package deal, at least where she was concerned.

  Jenna reached for her purse about the time her cell phone played “Song of the South” and announced her caller. She quickly answered, “Dad? Hello?”

  Jules and Brogan exchanged a look of disgust. It was more than a little obvious. They had a difficult time hearing her address Heath as dad.

  “Jenna, honey has Serena left yet? She isn’t answering her phone.”

  “She’s already gone,” Jenna replied. “The plane took off about five minutes ago.”

  “Ah no. Oh well, I’ll meet her at the airport.”

  Jenna’s hands shook. Her heart raced and her palms felt clammy. “Dad, is everything all right?”

  “I just wanted her to know that we really believe Fiona will beat this now. Her tests are showing improvements. Her doctors say she’s not ready to check out yet.”

  “What happened?”

  “Honey, it was one of those freak things. She definitely had several life-threatening reactions to the new medication, but she’s out of danger again. She’s a real survivor.”

  Gripping the phone tighter, Jenna closed her eyes. “You don’t know how glad I am to hear that.”

  “It’s a miracle, really. Her doctors recommended a new drug, one with no guarantees and a long list of side effects. She had a rough night, all right. That said, these doctors think once they adjust the dosage, this medicine is really going to help. I’m here with her now. Would you like to say hello?”

  “Yes! Of course.”

  Fiona’s weak voice came across the phone lines a few seconds later. “Jenna, hon, everything is fine here. Tell me about you.”

  That was Fiona, always eager to hear about her life or Serena’s. She never wanted to talk about her illness or treatments, or God forbid, her pain.

  “I’m good,” she told her, laughing through the tears. “I’m so good now. You wouldn’t believe.”

  After they chatted for a minute, Jenna slid the phone into Bro
gan’s hand and said, “She wants to talk to you.”

  “Hello?” Brogan walked away with the phone in hand.

  Jules hugged her and then, to her surprise, gave her a very public kiss. His lips skimmed across hers as he offered her just the right dose of reassurance. “Fiona loves her family and she’s a real fighter, Jenna. We’ve all known this from the beginning.”

  “Yes we have,” she mumbled against his sweet mouth, lost in their moment.

  Jules Evans wanted to kiss her in public, mark her as his woman in front of the local crowd. She assumed some of those who turned to watch them, knew him. They understood the kind of man he was, the kind of women he wanted. None of it mattered. She belonged in his arms.

  * * * *

  They drove back to the ranch in silence. By the time they arrived, the local crowd had filled their lower pasture with vehicles. The cars were lined up in a neat row with their drivers and passengers loitering nearby.

  “Jenna,” Brogan began. “Let Jules get you up to the house. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

  Jenna arched her brow. “Do I look like a woman who wants to miss out on the fun you two plan to have?”

  Jules wrapped his arm around her waist. “Don’t worry,” he said softly. “You won’t be slighted tonight, Jenna. You won’t be out of my sight.”

  Brogan chuckled. “That’s about what I thought.”

  “Your loss, bro,” Jules said, giving her a tight squeeze.

  “What if it’s my loss, too?” she asked, daring to draw in another Evans brother.

  Brogan shot her a sideways glance. “You think you can handle both of us, Jenna?”

  “Has anyone ever tried?” She knew they had.

  “Many have tried and some have failed,” he said, dark circles shadowing his eyes, worry crinkling his forehead with the same expression she’d witnessed earlier when he’d spoken to Fiona.

  “I’m not accustomed to failing, Brogan.”

  “You just did,” he barked. His tone held a little rasp, and the bite in his pitch wasn’t near as damning as the look in his eyes.