Mastering Macie [The Men of Treasure Cove 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Rebecca Joyce

“Is she all right?” Matthew asked, sliding his flaccid cock gently out of her ass. He had erupted violently into her as she screamed bloody murder. He had never come so hard in his life. Rubbing her back, he sat down next to his brother, panting.

  “She just passed out,” Andrew replied, breathing fast himself. “We were a little rough with her there at the end.”

  “She loved it.” Matthew grinned.

  “She wasn’t ready, Matt. It was her first time with both of us. We should have been more careful.”

  Matthew sighed. “If she is going to be ours, she needs to know what she is getting into.”

  “She’s not ready,” Andrew quietly said, rubbing her back.

  Matthew knew about Andrew’s dark secret. Though Andrew worried he would be too much for Macie, Matthew chose to believe in his gut. He watched Macie come alive when Andrew was forceful with her. She craved the pain as much as Andrew needed to inflict it.

  Their relationship was never going work unless they both tried.

  Time was passing them by fast, and Matthew wanted his ring on her finger. She already wore their collar around her neck, and he was ready for the next step.

  Marriage.

  Her soft murmur alerted him that she was slowly coming around. She looked so beautiful lying there in his brother’s arms. Matthew heart skipped, thinking of her lovingly looking up at him when he recited his vows before God and the town. He couldn’t wait.

  “Hey, sleepyhead. You want me to run you a bath?” he asked, smiling at her. Her whole body shivered, and she nodded. “Consider it done, love.”

  He leaned over and kissed her cheek. Getting up, he headed to the master bedroom to run her bath.

  * * * *

  God, it was times like this that she really loved that man. He just knew when she overdid things, and he was so attentive and caring. Over the last few months, she had learned a lot about living with Matthew. He wasn’t the hard, conceited ass she thought he was. He was more considerate and loving. Andrew was, too, but to a certain extent.

  The whole time Matthew lived in Los Angeles, Macie hated him, thinking he was a selfish bastard, only thinking about himself. She blamed him from leaving her and Andy. She had listened to him explain why he left, and she got it. She understood. He was just a kid himself at the time, and she knew kids got scared. However, what she couldn’t forget was that he stayed gone. He could have come home sooner, but he didn’t.

  God, she felt like a small child herself, holding onto an insignificant little thing. She needed to let the past go and move on. Matthew and Andrew had settled their differences. Why couldn’t she? What was she waiting for? She knew she loved them. She should just tell Matthew and get everything out in the open, but something was still holding her back.

  Fuck, maybe she should go see Kelly and talk it out with her.

  She heard the water running upstairs.

  Her body was still humming as Andrew tightened his arms around her. She still felt his hard cock in her pussy and smiled. God, this man was going to be the death of her.

  “Are you all right?” he asked. Macie lifted her head and looked at him. He was worried. Something was wrong. She could see it in his eyes. Why, she didn’t know. She loved what they had done to her. She actually soared. It was amazing.

  Touching his face, she kissed his lips. She wanted to take away his apprehension but didn’t know how. He was so closed off from her most of the time, she rarely knew what he was thinking. Yet, at times like this, she saw him clearly.

  Getting up from the couch, she moaned when his cock slid from her pussy. She felt his semen drip from her, down her thighs.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Someone needs to cook dinner.”

  Andrew picked her up. “Not tonight, baby. Tonight we are going to take care of you.”

  “Okay,” she sighed, too tired to fight. Laying her head on his shoulder, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her upstairs. The smell of lavender and chamomile surrounded her as Andrew walked her into the master bedroom toward the open bathroom.

  She loved the master bathroom. Large and spacious, the bathroom was big enough for more than four people, not that she even considered that possibility. Just handling Matthew and Andrew was enough for her. The clear glass shower comfortably fit all three of them. The oversized bathtub looked more like a small swimming pool than a tub. Of course, she didn’t care. It was heaven just soaking in it. She had only used it a couple of times since she had been here, and even those times, she was with Matthew or Andrew. Apparently, they didn’t mind soaking with her. Nevertheless, her favorite piece in the bathroom was the glass chandelier. Centered in the middle of the bathroom, the beautiful light looked out of place against the dark gray slate, but when the lights were lowered, the chandelier flickered, giving the room a magical feel. It was soothing and comfortable, and that was what she needed right now.

  Andrew set her down on the side of the tub. Kneeling before her, he rubbed her thighs. “Macie, I love you. Please tell me we didn’t hurt you.”

  Touching his face, she smiled. “I loved it, Andy. All of it. It hurt at first, but I knew it would. Then it felt wonderful. I wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime.”

  Andrew’s eyes flared, and for one spilt second Macie saw something ease within him, as if whatever she said made him relax. She loved Andrew and she wanted to please him, and if he needed anything from her, she would try to give it to him.

  “Water’s ready, baby,” Matthew said.

  Standing, she tried not to look at her body. Just looking at Matthew and Andrew made her feel inferior. She knew they worked out daily to keep their muscular physique. They were strong and virile men. Good-looking and funny, they could have anyone, and yet they were here with her and her plump body.

  Sighing, she promised herself tomorrow she would start a diet, anything, to lose the few pounds she seemed to have gained. Getting older was a thing of life, she knew that, but damn, why did everything have to start sagging!

  Quickly covering her breasts, she tried to hide the new stretch marks she found the other day. They were fuller than normal. She had never been a cute B or C-cup girl. Nope, once she hit puberty, she bypassed the perky stage and went straight to a full D-cup.

  Damn genetics.

  “Don’t cover them. I love looking at your breasts,” Matthew whispered, moving her hands away, fondling them.

  Andrew walked up behind her and rubbed her ass. “And this ass is divine, my love. Full and round, I love the way it jiggles when I spank it.”

  Naked as the day she was born, she watched as their eyes got bigger, and a small grin appeared on their faces. She didn’t know what they were thinking, but by the look in their eyes, she knew she wasn’t just going to get a soak in the bath.

  They looked hungry, and when Matthew licked his lips, she knew they wanted to eat her for dinner, again.

  God help her, because she wanted them to.

  She needed them. The stress over the last month was starting to have a toll on her, and she needed to know that they still desired her.

  “Isn’t she beautiful, Andy?” Matthew asked, devouring her with his eyes.

  “Stunning,” Andrew replied, getting to his feet. “Absolutely ravishing.”

  “And you’re both blind as a bat. You both need to get your eyes checked,” she huffed, stepping into the hot water. Dear God, the water felt amazing.

  Sliding down into its depths, she sighed. Anything that felt this good should be illegal, she thought. Closing her eyes, she let the heat from the water soak into her aching muscles and bones and tried to forget about everything, including her weight problem.

  Of course, that was harder to do, because it seemed she was on track for a big balloon-up this winter. She knew she had always packed on the pounds during the cold months, but she feared she was about to break a record or something.

  “Did she just chastise herself, little brother?”

  “I do believe she just
did,” Andy said, “I was hoping you would be a little feisty tonight. I have something very special I would like to show you.”

  The way Andrew spoke sent a warning of unease up and down her spine. Slowly looking up at him, she realized that in that instant, she had just made a big mistake. Before she could say another word, Matthew lifted her up from the hot water. Carried through the house, dripping wet, Macie soon found herself in another room.

  After he dropped her on a chaise lounge, she quickly looked about the room. It was different. It felt off, as if the room wasn’t a part of the house, yet it belonged. She thought she had been in every room in the Jenkins home, but apparently not. She would have definitely remembered this room.

  The walls painted a dark brown, looked almost bloodred. They shimmered as light hit them. The ceiling, covered with glass, made the room look bigger and more sinister. The floor, a dark hardwood, felt damp and cold. There were various instruments placed strategically throughout the room. Whips, chains, floggers, and paddles of all kinds were on display. In the back left corner lay a large bed angled out, yet chained to the floor. On the right was a cage made of some kind of metal, yet big enough for an animal, or her? Turning slowly, she saw a whipping bench cross-bolted to the wall, and a TENS unit. Hanging from the ceiling was a suspension swing and chains, lots and lots of chains.

  “This is my world, Macie,” Andrew whispered nervously.

  Holy fuck a duck!

  * * * *

  It was now or never. Andrew knew he couldn’t live the rest of his life without the need to inflict pain. He tried once, but the need overwhelmed him, and because of it, he almost hurt a woman. If it wasn’t for Gavin putting a halt to the scene, God only knew what he would have done. He refused to be left alone with a submissive after that, which was why Matthew was in the room.

  Matthew had been nagging him for weeks to give in and let Macie decide if she could handle him. Though Matthew didn’t really know how bad it could get, Andrew agreed, with the only stipulation that he stayed. Matthew readily agreed.

  He watched her as she took in his private room. Not even Matthew had ever been in here. It felt weird, showing this part of him, scary even.

  His brother never said a word, and he was thankful for that. Andrew had tried to explain his fetish to Matthew, but until now, Andrew knew that his brother really didn’t understand. This was going to be a test for both of them. He wanted Matthew in his life, but he needed Macie. If neither of them could accept this part of him, he didn’t know what he was going to do.

  “Andrew?” Macie questioned him with worried eyes. Kneeling before her, he took her hands in his.

  “I’m a sadist, Macie. I know it sounds weird coming from me, but as much as I love healing and taking care of people, a part of me needs to inflict pain.”

  “Does Matty know?” she asked, quickly looking over her shoulder to his brother.

  “Yes. He badgered me until I fessed up. He won’t leave this room, as long you are in here, ever.”

  “You want to hurt me?”

  “No, I want to bring you pleasure. Pleasure unlike anything you have ever experienced. I know you can take a bit of pain. I would just like the opportunity to test your boundaries. To see if you can handle what I am.”

  “And if I can’t?”

  “Then we will figure it out when the time comes,” he whispered, looking away. God, he was scaring her and he hadn’t even picked up a crop yet. Looking at his brother, Matthew just stared at Macie. Matthew was doing exactly what he had asked him, too.

  To never take his eyes off her.

  “Andy, look at me,” Macie softly said, turning his face back to hers. “I don’t know if I can handle all of this. I have only been spanked before, and on occasion, with a paddle. But all of this, well, it’s kind of scary.”

  “I understand,” he said, getting to his feet. He was about to turn away when she grabbed his hand.

  “No, I don’t think you do. I am going to be honest with you. This room scares the living crap out of me, but it also excites me. I don’t know why, but if you can go easy and work up to the hard stuff, I would be willing to give it a try.”

  “Really?” he asked, shocked. This was more than he ever hoped for. He knew she would need training, and he was eager to start, but he didn’t believe she would ever agree.

  “Yes,” she whispered, blushing looking down at the floor.

  Standing, Andrew took a step back. The contrite look upon her face fueled his inner desire. She was willing to try. That was all he could ask for. Taking a deep breath, he firmly ordered. “Kneel.”

  Macie’s head snapped up. Before he could utter another word, she was on her knees, before him. Her head was bowed, her back straight, her arms resting gently on her thighs. Her breathing was a little fast, but he expected that. This was a new experience for her. He wanted to show her everything, but for today, he would give her a small taste. Walking over to the left wall, he grabbed a simple six-inch riding crop. It was braided calf leather and soft against the skin. Snapping it against his palm, he turned back to her and shook his head as she quickly lowered her eyes.

  “Eyes down!” he shouted.

  “Sorry.”

  “Ass in the air,” he commanded. Bending forward at the waist, she stretched her hands out in front of her.

  “Higher!” he yelled, and she immediately complied.

  “I’ve decided to start at the beginning with you, Macie,” he said, as he caressed her ass with the crop. “We will use the stop lights. What color are you?”

  “Green, almost yellow,” she replied meekly.

  “Let’s see if we can get you firmly back to green.”

  Walking behind her, he slapped her ass with the crop. The swooshing sound was fast, and the snap of the crop made her flinch. “Count!”

  “One,” she gasped as he slapped her again.

  Andrew snapped the crop three more times before he placed his hand on her ass, rubbing, spreading the burn. “What color, Macie?”

  “Green. I’m green, Andy,” she moaned.

  “Good. Stand up, and I have a surprise for you.”

  Macie immediately stood but kept her head lowered. Andrew grinned. “You learn quick, pet. Have you ever heard of Kinbaku, Macie?”

  “No.”

  Reaching into a drawer, he grabbed a length of rope as he explained. “Kinbaku means tight binding. Unlike Shibari, which refers to a purely artistic, aesthetic rope tying, Kinbaku refers to the artistic, connective, sensual, and sexual practice as a whole. Each has their merits, but I prefer Kinbaku. Have you ever been tied up, pet?”

  “Not in the sense you’re talking about.”

  “Suspended?”

  “No.”

  “Chained?”

  “Just that one time with you out at Jeff’s place.”

  “So you’re a submissive virgin then.”

  “I guess so.”

  “I know your hard limits, and I will respect them. As for your soft limits, well, those no longer matter in this room. If there is a problem, we will discuss it, figure out what went wrong, and then proceed. Are we clear?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Cross your hands together behind you back.”

  Andrew meticulously weaved columns of rope around her arms and chest. Pulling her arms in closer, he framed her large breasts and knots quickly formed on her shoulders.

  He looked up as Matthew took a step closer. Andrew can see that his brother was curious. He nodded, allowing him to come closer. Her breathing swiftly became shallow and ragged, and Matthew asked. “Color, Macie?”

  “Green, Matthew, I am green.”

  “Wiggle your hands, Macie,” Andrew ordered. Satisfied that she could wiggle every digit, he stepped back and admired his work. Walking over the back wall, Andrew hit a button, and the sounds of Bryan Ferry’s “Slave to Love” began to resonate throughout the room.

  Turning back to her, he noticed that Matthew had resumed his previous position. S
lowly, he headed back to her. She was everything he had ever wanted. He still couldn’t believe she was standing in his playroom. He thought it would never happen, and now that it had, he felt complete.

  Reaching for a chain above her, he pulled on it until it was level with her shoulder. Hooking it by the knot between her shoulder blades, he leaned close to her ear. “Up you go, pet.”

  * * * *

  Macie’s feet slowly left the ground. The ropes were tight but didn’t hurt. They were comforting in a way. She had no idea what Andrew was going to do next. Scared and a little apprehensive, she followed his lead. She was still unsure she could handle Andrew’s darker side, but as she told him earlier, she was willing to try.

  At the club, she had never allowed a Dom to bind her, let alone use anything more than his hands on her. However, she realized that she wasn’t in love with them as she was with Andrew. Holding back had always been her crutch. She trusted Andrew. She knew he would never hurt her. Taking a deep breath, she willingly followed him to the dark side.

  The first whip of the flogger shocked her. She hadn’t been ready, and the sting sent fire radiating quickly through her. By the time the second one hit, she welcomed the warmth. A rhythm quickly formed as he worked over her lower stomach, ass, and upper thighs. The dull sound of the flogger heating her skin, created a heady mixture of pleasure and pain. A stinging fog filled her brain as sharp thwacks caused her to yelp as the strands of the flogger wrapped round her legs, connecting with her sensitive pussy.

  The impacts started to come faster.

  She gasped, her whole body quivering. The heat was back. The burning coursing through her once again. Closing her eyes, she welcomed it. Secured and hanging from the ceiling, she felt helpless, yet safe and loved. It was an odd sensation, yet one she welcomed. She let the sounds of the room fade and concentrated on the heat. With each slap, the fire burned brighter.

  Nothing was left, just the fire.

  It consumed her, welcomed her home.

  * * * *

  “How long are you going to keep her up there?” Matthew asked, looking at the sleeping woman hanging from the ceiling. He knew the exact moment she gave in and fell into nirvana. According to his watch, she had been asleep for close to thirty minutes.