A Princess Submits [Safeword LLC 4] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Peyton Elizabeth

  “That’s right, princess. Absorb the current and let it bring every nerve to life.”

  Landon repeated the process to her left breasts and then kept alternating until she was crying out. Lisa didn’t know if it was the pain or the pleasure, but gave herself up to his exploitations. She had taken a deep breath when he lowered it to the engorged ball of flesh between her folds. For some reason, she had no energy left to tense before he glided the forks through her moist lips and lifted the tines away from her body. Her clit was zapped, causing her to scream.

  “Let me hear you louder, princess.”

  Lisa could feel her body prepare itself for relief as Landon allowed the tines to jolt her once more. It was as if the prongs had transferred the current from the device to the inside of her thigh, traveling to her pussy to give her that much-wanted orgasm. Unfortunately, Landon didn’t put the fork back within her folds. He placed them on her inner thigh and warmed her skin by stroking her skin down to her knee. Her body felt suspended.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Landon had worked her body for over an hour before he turned off his favorite piece of equipment. He unstrapped Lisa, and her head rolled to the side. She had a small smile on her lips. He returned it, although he doubted she was even aware he was unfastening her from the chair. Picking her up, he strolled over to the couch and sat down, cradling her in his arms.

  “I would have been down sooner, but Ryan and Isaac had questions regarding Safeword LLC.”

  Landon looked up to see Owen walking toward him empty-handed. He assumed that his cousin had already placed the specialized silk rope that Ryan and Isaac had purchased for them in their bedroom. Their friends were big fans of shibari, although Owen and Landon were not well versed in the art. Ryan had been kind enough to show Owen a few tricks of designing the upper body of a sub to keep her arms and hands bound. Both he and Owen were looking forward to this evening.

  “You’re damn good with that machine, cousin of mine,” Owen said softly, kneeling in front of them.

  “It didn’t take long to get her to subspace,” Landon acknowledged, lowering his elbow so that Lisa’s upper body tilted back gently. “She’s gradually coming around, but you missed a beautiful scene. Princess here took to the wand like a submissive to a choker.”

  “Hmmm, hi,” Lisa murmured, looking up at him with those sensual gray eyes of hers. “Sir.”

  Landon smiled softly, knowing she wasn’t thinking about anything else but them. This is how he knew she longed to be. Although she hadn’t found relief, she’d handed over her body and was accepting everything that was being done to her. She welcomed it with open arms and needed it like she needed oxygen to breathe.

  “Owen wanted a taste of your pussy, so why don’t you lay yourself back against me and give him what he wants.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Lisa whispered with a smile.

  Not hesitating, and moving like Gretel did upon getting her back rubbed, Lisa gracefully maneuvered into place, even separating her legs over his and wrapping her feet around his calves. She gave no complaint regarding the locking anal plug within her anus or the fact that her clit was red and swollen. There was literally a small pool of her cream lying on the floor beneath where her pussy had been situated in the chair. This was the first time that Landon had truly seen what she was like upon handing over one hundred percent of her submission. It was breathtaking.

  “Wrap your arms around my neck so that I may play with your nipples.”

  Landon waited for her to do so and then brought his hands up to cover her ample breasts. Lifting them slightly, he savored their weight. Owen had quickly walked over to their toy shelves and picked something out. When he turned back around, Landon smiled at his choice.

  “Owen must think that your clit isn’t large enough, princess. He’s bringing over a suction tube.”

  “Hmmm, I’d like that, Sir.”

  Damn! She hadn’t moved an inch and in fact, seemed to relax even more against him. Landon leaned his head back for just a moment, resisting the urge to shift so that the zipper of his denim didn’t cut into his cock. She was in the exact mental place they had wanted to take her.

  “Let me see if I can clean these juices off of your pussy before I pump your clit.”

  Lisa still didn’t move, her body tranquil in what was about to be done to her. Landon finally lifted his head to see Owen lean down and lick through her folds. She just hummed her appreciation. The more attention he paid to her clit, her moans became cries, but she still didn’t move or shift in any way. Owen enjoyed himself for a good ten minutes before lifting his head, his lips wet from her cream.

  “Your body is ripe, princess. I can’t keep up fast enough.” Owen spread her pussy lips and placed the circular tube directly over her clit. Taking the bulb that was attached to the vial through a small hose, his cousin gave it a squeeze. Landon saw the slightest tug on her clit. “I want to see more of that sweet, red pearl.”

  With each pump, Lisa cried out in pleasure. She never once shifted toward or away from the onslaught that Owen was providing. Their princess just existed within her own world, handing over all decisions to them. Landon brought his fingers down to her nipples, which had been sorely neglected if he discounted the wand. He rolled them in between his fingers, feeling them harden to the point of steel. When all she did was part her lips and cry out in pleasure, Landon had never felt so superior. This was the feeling that all Doms should relish in—the satisfaction that they had given their sub exactly what she needed.

  “Open your eyes, princess, and show Owen how much you appreciate his attention on your clit.”

  * * * *

  Lisa peered at him through her lashes, giving Owen a glimpse of the ecstasy she was being encompassed in. They were clouded with pleasure, and yet, she was taking more and more and accepting it like the submissive she was born to be. She was a vision.

  He’d been scared yesterday, revealing to her that her father was not the man she thought him to be. Granted, Lisa knew that Philip had a weakness for greed, but not so much so that it would morally push him off of the reality train. Yet she’d stood in that boardroom, defending them and accepting what they’d done for him on her behalf. That was when Owen truly realized the depth of her submission.

  “Keep your eyes on me so that I can see those beautiful gray eyes of yours grow cloudy with desire, princess.”

  Owen squeezed the pump, not bothering to look down at the vial. He knew that Landon was watching her clit expand inside the crystal tube, but Owen didn’t want to miss a single expression on her face. She was physically with them, receiving what they were giving her, yet her mental state was one of euphoria. He saw Landon tug on her nipples in time with every inflation he gave to the device. It was only when a guttural scream tore from her throat that he looked down.

  “Ah, princess, you should see how distended and red your clit is.” Owen carefully removed the tube, making sure the suction remained intact. He had no doubt that if he were to remove it right now, the slightest stroke of air would probably send her straight into a massive orgasm. “Landon, we can’t wait until this evening.”

  Landon nodded his head in agreement. His cousin released her nipples and then swept Lisa up in his arms. Owen was amazed that she still seemed to be in some sort of subspace. The overload of pleasure seemed to be keeping her on the brink, yet Lisa seemed content in her body receiving more. He followed them from the room, his carnal instincts kicking in and needing to claim her—she would be theirs in every way.

  * * * *

  Lisa pulled her head forward and allowed her lashes to flutter open enough to see Owen standing before her. His black hair was mussed. His chest was bare. His blue eyes met hers. His dimple appeared. What a beautiful sight.

  “Welcome back.”

  Lisa wasn’t sure how to answer that. She was with him, standing in front of him, yet she still felt as if she were floating. Feeling warmth behind her, she knew that Landon was there to catch her should sh
e fall. Moving her hands, she found that she couldn’t. Her right hand was cupping her left breasts, her nipple caught between her fingers. Looking down, she saw that her left hand was crossed over and holding her right breast—the nipple also pinched between the tightness of her fingers. Rope, in some kind of pattern resembling a spider web, trapped her arms and hands against her body.

  “Ryan and Isaac are right.” Owen somehow knotted the rope and finished binding her. “What a vision you are.”

  Lisa was aware that the plug inside of her was still locked into place, as well as her clit feeling engorged. Landon turned her toward him and held her out about arm’s width, devouring her with his dark eyes. It made her spine tingle at seeing the hunger that lay underneath.

  “I’m going to lie on the end of the bed and Owen is going to lift you up. Place your knees on either side of me, so that I can slide my cock into that hot, moist cunt. You need relief, princess. We know that.”

  Lisa watched as Landon shed his jeans, his cock dangling in front of him. His balls looked weighted down. She drank in the sight of him, relishing in the fact that he was hers. He and Owen were hers. She would let them do anything to her body, knowing that they touched her for her pleasure. Lisa languidly blinked as he tore open a condom wrapper and then rolled the latex over his shaft.

  He lay down on the mattress. Lisa felt Owen lead her to the bed, yet still felt high on arousal. He maneuvered her onto the bed and she automatically separated her legs, placing her knees on either side of Landon. It was then that she noticed the vial. Inside, her clit was distended—pink, moist, and swollen. That didn’t stop Landon from grasping her hips and placing his tip at her entrance.

  “Take me inside of you, princess, and then we’ll see about giving your clit what it needs.”

  Those mere words caused electricity to run throughout her body. Lisa felt like she was back in his spider chair and being stroked with the violet wand. Owen held her up as Landon guided his cock inside of her. His wide width stretched her, causing her clit to pull slightly inside the vial. Her ass was so full with the locking plug, Lisa wasn’t sure how Landon even fit inside of her. She knew her mouth had parted in an O as she had no choice but to take him. With the way they had her trussed in the ropes, Owen gradually rested her against Landon’s chest. She snuggled her face into his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent.

  “Let’s release your ass so that you can take my cock instead.”

  When the plug moved under his manipulations, she cried out when he retracted the petals. Landon moaned underneath her. The locking plug was then slowly pulled out of her ass, causing her sphincter to spasm. She snuggled deeper into Landon, the sensations overloading her body. Lisa knew they would let her know when she could come, so she lay there and absorbed every sensation her body was feeling.

  “Look at that. Still open and waiting for me to slide my cock inside of you.” Lisa heard another wrapper being torn and knew that Owen was preparing himself to claim her ass. The ropes held her together, and she prayed that when her release finally did come, that the binds would keep her from falling apart. “Feel every inch of me possess you, princess.”

  Lisa felt him finesse his legs in between Landon’s, so that his cock was in line with her ass. She felt her fingers pinch her nipples when he gripped her hips, placing his tip at her entrance. It felt odd to be the one giving herself such an erotic painful pinch, yet she knew that was how they wanted it. She breathed through the slight sting and then caught her breath when Owen’s cock broke through her sphincter.

  “Breathe, princess,” Landon murmured, turning his head so that his lips were against her forehead.

  She closed her eyes at the tender kiss and inhaled deeply through her nose. Her lips parted in a silent O as Owen sank deeper within her. Inch by inch, she felt his cock enter her, sliding against her ring. She felt him glide deeper and wondered how much longer he was than the anal plug she’d been wearing. He seemed to fill her up to capacity.

  “You are ours,” Landon claimed, reaching between them and pulling gently on the vial vacuumed around her clit until air seeped in, breaking the seal.

  The second her clit touched his skin, Lisa felt that jolt of current travel up the inside of her left leg. Owen pulled back, allowing Landon to stay inside of her. The minute Owen angled her hips up and thrust back inside of her, Landon’s cock slid outside of her halfway. By the next stroke, her body flew.

  “That’s right, princess. Let us feel those spasms, long and hard. Come like you’ve never come before.”

  Lisa heard the scream echo through the room and knew it was her, yet the sound seemed so far away. The more they thrust in and out of her, the harder the spasms seemed to wrack her body. There was no way for her to breathe anymore, as the muscles in her body continued to contract. She was at their mercy, being taken by them with deep strokes—over and over again. All of a sudden, both men slammed into her and their shafts swelled. She knew their cum was being shot into their condoms as they attained their release.

  “You keep amazing us,” Landon murmured, wrapping his arms around her body after she heard him emit a deep sigh. Their cocks slid from her pussy and ass, causing all three of them to moan. “We do love you, princess.”

  Lisa continued to lie on him, soaking in their heat until Owen moved, letting the air have access to her skin. Landon’s embrace tightened, seemingly knowing what had happened. Gradually, reality started to surface but not her worries or doubts about life outside of their home.

  “Hmmmm, it’s not Monday, is it?” Lisa asked, all of a sudden feeling Owen slide a warm washcloth in between her tender folds. Landon released his hold on her and started to work on the ropes that were binding her arms and hands to her body. “I feel wonderful.”

  Both men chuckled and rolled her over on to the bed. Owen finished cleaning her, while Landon completed unraveling the silk rope. Even though she was now free, Lisa kept her hands cupping her breasts. She knew what her nipples would feel like once she let go. It was up to her and she found she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Lisa smiled, knowing that Owen and Landon wouldn’t have given her a choice.

  “Is there a reason you’re not moving?” Owen said, placing his hands on either side of her head while he leaned over the bed.

  Lisa finally opened her eyes to see his dimple deepen. “If I let go, my nipples are going to ignite from the relief.”

  “Yes, they are.” Owen bent down on his elbows, wrapping his fingers around her wrists. Pulling her right hand off of her left breast, he immediately sucked the nipple into his mouth.

  “Ahhh!”

  “I love that sound,” Landon said, returning to the bed. She turned her head and had to look up in order to watch him climb on the mattress and situate himself against the pillows. “Make her do it again, Owen.”

  “Gladly,” Owen murmured, removing her left hand. His lips drew in her nipple, as the nerves felt like they were being zapped by Landon’s favorite toy.

  “Ahhh!”

  “Hmmmm, wonderful. Now scoot your ass up on this bed and let us hold you.”

  Owen shifted, allowing Lisa to roll onto her stomach. She still felt like she had no energy, so she pretty much low crawled the distance until she was able to snuggle against Landon. Owen followed, spooning her back.

  “I’ve never felt like that in my entire life,” Lisa whispered, finally feeling herself relax against them. Her body had been so awakened, every nerve stimulated, that she wondered how much time had actually passed. “It was just the three of us.”

  “When you’re in this house, that’s all there is,” Owen replied. “This is your safe haven, princess.”

  They laid in silence. She relished the peace and listened to their heartbeat and deep breathing. Lisa couldn’t believe how things had worked out and knew that she would be having lunch with Kennedy this week. Her friend had known for close to a year who she belonged with, yet had let fate take over at the end. Little by little, thoughts broke through from ye
sterday and something stuck out amongst the reflections.

  “So what’s the Order?” Lisa asked, opening her eyes to see Landon studying her.

  Landon laughed. “You caught that, did you? We’ll make sure we fill you in on all the details before your first function.”

  “Function? What function?”

  “Our formal collaring ceremony,” Landon said, stroking her hair. His smile was still a mile long. “After all, the members of the Order should witness us declare our love and our vow to take care of you for the rest of your life.”

  “Collaring ceremony? Members?”

  Owen joined in Landon’s laughter, annoying her that they wouldn’t share more information with her. Fine, she thought. Lisa would just ask Kennedy. Would her friend fill her in, now that Lisa knew the Order existed? What did it entail? Who were the members? Did subs at such a ceremony have a maid of honor?

  “Ouch!” Lisa jumped as she felt her now overly sensitive nipple being pinched.

  “Are you supposed to be worrying about anything right now?”

  “No, Sir,” Lisa murmured, holding tight to Owen’s arm, which was wrapped around her abdomen. “I’m here with you—existing on your pleasure.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Lashe shook hands with James, although didn’t take his eyes off of Kennedy. They were standing in her office, which overlooked the city of Chicago. The décor was a hell of a lot more stylish then he was used to working in. Granted, he and Sander worked from home quite a bit, but if they were needed at their various businesses, they made the time to stop in. Cunningham Publishing was where he’d just come from.

  “I’ll get straight to the point,” Lashe said, unbuttoning his suit jacket and placing one of his hands inside his trousers. “Trish Lawton resigned yesterday. Her resignation was sitting on Simon Fincher’s desk. He’s our editor.”

  “Lashe, James is keeping his eyes and ears open,” Kennedy replied, picking up her ivory-handled coffee mug. She took a sip of the black liquid, even though it had to be going on four o’clock in the afternoon—and on a Saturday, no less. He was convinced she didn’t have a personal life. “He’s not only doing so for the interest of Safeword LLC, but he’s protecting the Order.”