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

by Rebecca Joyce

  “Present yourself,” Matthew said in that tone, which seemed to go straight to the core of her. Sensing he was starting immediately, she moved off his lap and slid to the floor on her knees. With her head bowed, palms resting comfortably up on her knees, she took a deep breath and allowed him to take over.

  She watched through hooded eyes as he stood. He walked around her, not saying a word. She didn’t know what was going on in that methodical mind of his, but when he got quiet like he was, she knew whatever he was thinking was harsh and going to be intense. She never moved when he pushed her hair aside, but gasped when he yanked the diamond collar from her neck.

  Andrew and Matthew had presented her with that beautiful diamond collar almost two years ago. She loved that collar, and what it meant, and within seconds, he had destroyed it. Wanting so much to look up at him and ask why, she bit her tongue and kept quiet. That was one of her problems. She always spoke when she was supposed to be quiet. Yet, when she could have broken the rules, she didn’t. He was up to something, and for once, she decided to allow this to play out.

  She heard the door open and Andrew return. They were talking softly amongst themselves. Straining her ears, she couldn’t make any of it out.

  This was new. They always spoke where she could hear. They never kept anything from her. She could tell that Matthew was a little agitated, but when Andrew hissed, Matthew didn’t say anything. All she heard was Andrew’s reply. “All right, it’s your show.”

  For the first time ever, she felt a twinge of real fear trickle down her spine. Typically, Andrew was the voice of reason, but he relented. When she felt one of them standing behind her, her body actually shivered. What was Matthew planning on doing with her?

  “Do you want to use your safe word, Macie?” Matthew asked gruffly.

  “No, sir,” she barely said.

  “Louder!”

  “No, sir!” she said more firmly. The moment the words left her lips, she felt a thick piece of leather wrap around her neck. The sound of a click told her that a collar was secured in place, and that her night was about to begin.

  “Stand.”

  “Yes, sir,” she clearly said, getting to her feet but keeping her head bowed. She kept quiet as Andrew placed thick leather cuffs on each wrist. She didn’t say a word, when Matthew walked up to her and attached a chain to the O-ring that hung from the front of the collar around her neck, but when she saw that the chain was a leash, she looked up into hard, calculating eyes.

  “I don’t think so,” she said.

  “Then use your safe word.” Matthew grinned, as he turned and started walking out of the bedroom, pulling her along like a bitch on a leash.

  Fury fueled her veins. She had never felt so degraded and humiliated in her life. She knew the moment he walked out of the apartment and down the hall, he was going to teach her a lesson she was sure never to forget. Though part of her thrilled at the idea, her other half was screaming at her to tell them to fuck off.

  Never in the whole time Matthew or Andrew had brought her to the Pleasure Cave had they ever paraded her around the club members and guests naked. It just wasn’t their style. Yet, as he pulled her into the elevator, he said nothing. She knew then that was exactly what he was going to do.

  She didn’t know if she could do it. Her body had changed since having the babies. She wasn’t as fit and trim as she once was. What was once tight and firm now sagged and drooped a bit. Then there was her breasts, which were still full. When she looked over at Andrew, he smiled at her, in that soft way he always did to let her know she was beautiful and everything was going to be okay.

  “Don’t placate her, Andrew,” Matthew said, looking at the two elevator doors.

  “I didn’t say anything, Matty. I just looked at her.”

  “Don’t look at her either. That’s what she wants.”

  Macie turned her head. She was going to roll her eyes at him, mocking Matthew, but Andrew looked ahead, never making eye contact with her.

  “Well, he has to look at me when he fucks me, Matthew, or how else is he going to stick his dick in my pussy?” she said crassly, breaking her silence.

  “Who said we were going to fuck you? And if you speak without permission one more time, I will gag you,” Matthew said firmly, looking at her. When Macie didn’t respond, he stepped closer to her, towering over her. “Do you understand?”

  Taking a step back, she sighed, lowered her head again, nodding. “Yes, sir.”

  The elevator dinged, and before she could think about what had just happened, she felt the tug of the leash as Matthew pulled her into the main lobby of the Pleasure Cave.

  The club was busy with the upcoming talent show. One of the biggest events of the year, Macie knew that groups, clubs, and parties came from all around the world to enjoy the delights and pleasure the Pleasure Cave offered. It was also a big boom for her diner, too, which benefited from the growth in tourism during this time. She counted on the visitors and the money they brought to give her that little extra boost she needed to get her through the lull that fall brought.

  Instead of working her ass off at the diner, where she should have been, she was walking through the throngs of people, naked, chained, and collared like a dog. Though no one said a single word, she knew they were all looking at her. Hell, if she were on the other side, she would be looking, too.

  She just never thought that Matthew would do something like this. He tended to be extremely protective and reserved when parading her around the club. She never walked around naked, always dressed in some form-fitting outfit, which exemplified her attributes. Yet, as she followed, with her head lowered, she felt a sense of empowerment, almost as if she stepped into something unknown. It invigorated, liberated her in some way.

  She halted when Matthew stood before two large steel doors. The cold steel was foreboding. She knew what lay beyond those doors.

  The Dungeon.

  “Master Matthew, Master Andrew,” the gatekeeper said, acknowledging them. She knew the voice that belonged to the large man guarding the door, dressed in black leathers with harsh black boots, his face covered with a black mask that not only covered him from eyes to nose, but also hid his hair. However, Macie grinned anyway.

  Jason Ramsey was relatively new to Treasure Cove. Nobody really knew anything about him. Gabriel’s pet project, all the in-house Doms knew him as “the kid,” was something of a connoisseur with whips.

  With a push of a button, the steel doors opened wide. A tug of the leash, Matthew pulled her into the darkness of the Dungeon. The coolness of the room always made her shiver, even clothed, but naked, her nipples hardened immediately and her flesh trembled. Once inside, she knew to keep her head down. This wasn’t a place to buck protocol and anger Matthew. His demeanor changed when he walked through the steel doors, becoming harsher, firmer, more resolved. Yet, instead of stopping in the main room, he led her behind the stage where Gabriel stood waiting.

  “Key card,” the large hulking owner said firmly. Matthew reach behind him for the keycard. As Gabriel took the black key card from him, he slid it along a wall, which looked just like the others. The only difference she could see was this wall held a wrought iron sconce with a flaming torch that helped give what light there was to the Dungeon. As Gabriel swiped the wall with the keycard, the wall creaked as a door opened. “The tunnel is yours for the night. Per club rules, I will be in the viewing room, watching the entire time. Agreed?”

  “I agree,” Andrew replied.

  “Welcome to tunnel three, my dear. Follow the corridor to the end of the hall, and enjoy,” she heard Gabriel say as Matthew pulled on the chain, taking her deeper into the darkness.

  The moment her feet hit the cold stone of the corridor, her heart picked up, pumping adrenaline fast into her veins. Her breathing increased, her chest tightening, almost as if she were about to hyperventilate.

  The feel of the corridor was sinister, evil, menacing. Nothing lit the way. The walls felt as if they wer
e closing in. She couldn’t breathe. Everything was too dark. She couldn’t see. Her feet faltered. She reached out and touched the cold, stone walls. Gasping, she looked wildly around, trying to find anything to hold onto. Her mind started playing tricks on her.

  “Stop,” she heard Andrew firmly say. Matthew halted instantly. The next thing she felt was something soft. Into the darkness she went as Andrew covered her eyes. “Just breathe, Macie. Nice and slow.”

  He coaxed her, trying to calm her nerves as he rubbed her arms, soothingly. How he knew to cover her eyes, she didn’t know, nor did she care, but the moment he did, the fear of suffocation fled, her mind calming.

  “Macie is a bit claustrophobic Matthew. Give her a minute to get her bearings.” Taking a deep breath, she regulated her breathing. Nodding, she felt the pull of the collar once again. They walked in silence for what felt like hours but in reality was probably no more than a couple of minutes. Beneath her, the floor was cold and hard. She could feel the stone under her feet. She stopped when the frigid path turned soft and warm.

  They had reached their destination.

  Waiting patiently, she stood there until one of them removed her blindfold. Blinking a couple of times, she let her eyes adjust to the room, and when they did, she gasped at what she saw.

  “What the fuck?”

  Chapter Fifteen

  “What did you think, Macie? That we were going to whip you into submission?” Matthew grinned as she watched him walk toward her. She never moved as he took the leash off her collar or when he placed it on the small table against the wall.

  Macie couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She had heard of rooms within the club so sinister just the mention of them made her tremble. She had seen online BDSM rooms with cages and contraptions she never wanted to experience. She knew of rooms that harbored extreme torturous devices, which could curl her toes or make her scream for her momma. But never, in all of her time at the Pleasure Cave, did she imagine a room such as this.

  Blinking to make sure she wasn’t seeing things, she tried to take everything in. The walls and floor covered in a soft white fur, accentuated by the ceiling, completely done in reflective mirrors, which made the room glow. Two large, soft chaise loungers sat along the wall, but it was the bed in the room that baffled her. The large bed looked out of place amongst all the fluff and frilly things. The black satin sheets looked inviting enough, but the four eyehooks, sticking up on poles at the corners of the bed, confused her. Though the floor was soft, she wasn’t sure what this room entailed or what they planned on doing to her in here.

  This wasn’t what she expected. If anything, this room looked tame.

  “Yes.” She nodded quickly.

  “Looks can be deceiving, my dear,” Matthew stoically said moving her toward the bed. Standing before it, Andrew grabbed the top sheet, pulling it off, revealing a soft, inviting bed.

  “Um, that was some neat pony trick, Andy? You almost had me quaking over here. So what are ya gonna do now, snap your fingers and make doves appear?”

  “No, my dear, we are going to tie you to the poles. We are going to torture your body until you are no longer able to think about anything or anyone. Then we are going to deny you what you want most,” Matthew whispered close to her ear, sending a shiver of dread down her spine.

  “And how would you know that I want most?” she barely asked.

  “That’s what we are going to find out. Now lie down, Macie.”

  She looked at Andrew, who hadn’t budged since he removed the sheet, standing there devoid of expression. Wanting so much for him to wrap his arms around her, she knew he wouldn’t, not with Matthew being the more dominant. They each offered her something her body craved, but in the room she just wasn’t so sure of. It was throwing her off balance. She didn’t know what to make of any of it. It actually began to scare her a bit.

  Doing as requested, she lay down on the soft bed.

  “Spread your arms and legs,” Matthew ordered.

  She did so immediately. Closing her eyes, she tried to get the frilly room out of her head. She was a woman, and liked nice feminine things, but this room was over the top. Breathing slowly, she felt as they cuffed her arms and legs to the poles. Once they were done, she opened her eyes. It was then she saw everything. The room was an illusion. From above the room changed, became dark, almost scary. The soft white fur was now black. Her pale body contrasted against it, standing out. With her body spread as an offering, she saw everything in great detail. From the tips of her hair that fanned out to her painted toenails.

  She was on display.

  Watching the mirrors, she saw Matthew grab a black silk strip of cloth. As he walked over to her, she couldn’t stop him from covering her eyes once again. Instantly the room was no more. Her world faded to black. Only the sounds of her men moving around the room let her know they were still there. They didn’t talk, and even with the fur on the floor, she had a hard time picking out where they were within the room.

  Soon, a beating drum filtered into the room. The constant beat, thump, thump, thump, over and over again, began to get on her nerves. They didn’t touch her or talk to her.

  Time evaporated.

  Her heartbeat slowed and matched the beat. As her breathing eased, the drum lulled her to sleep.

  * * * *

  He looked at his watch. It had been ten minutes since Macie fell asleep. She looked so small in the huge bed, devoid of pillows and such. Her chestnut hair spread over the black satin sheets, her breathing soft and even, as she comfortably slept.

  She was an angel asleep. Well, maybe not an angel, more like a hellion that spit fire and brimstone, but he loved her just the same. Her arms, still bound, were raised above her head. Her head turned to her left side, facing his brother, as he watched the soft rise and fall of her breasts as the chill in the room made her nipples taut. Her shapely legs spread, each ankle cuffed to a pole, opening her shaved pussy for all to see. His heart gave a little jerk. Looking at his watch again, he smiled. It was time.

  Stepping up to the bed, he ran his hands up Macie's smooth legs as he moved between them, trailing his fingers over her thighs and hips toward her full breasts. Moving up and down her body, he couldn’t resist cupping her full breasts in his hands, pulling and pinching her stiff nipples. As he tweaked her nipples between his fingers, Macie stirred, moaning as he slowly awakened her. Trailing his hands back down her lusciously full body, he touched her everywhere but where he knew she wanted him to touch.

  He could that tell by the way she was moved that she was stiff and a little uncomfortable. She was helpless, and he loved it. He had wanted to do this to her for years, and for years she denied him the privilege.

  However, tonight, she couldn’t stop him. Nothing was going to stop him. Tonight, she was going to know what true torment really felt like. She was going to know what she had done to him for years. He wasn’t intentionally trying to being cruel to her, but she needed to understand that love worked both ways.

  It was all or nothing.

  For the last couple of months, she had hidden herself away from them, and tonight it all ended. Tonight they were lifting the veil, and he prayed that when they did, she was ready to accept what they offered.

  He kissed her stomach, and he breathed in her scent. She was warm, feminine, and clean. He trailed his lips over her body from hip to breast. He knew she wasn’t quite awake, not really, as he continued to pet her for a long while. She moved dreamily, very faintly, as if underwater. He could taste her with his little licks behind her ear, her shoulder, and her throat. His cock was hard now. It always was when she was near. He pressed his body firmly against her stomach. In the glowing light of the room, she was exquisite as he lavished love on her.

  Macie stirred with a little more vigor as he continued his assault on her senses. Her moans grew louder. Her body began to awaken, coming alive as she started to wiggle beneath him. He felt her slowly move her hips in a circular motion as if her body was
searching for his cock. Her mouth popped open. She purred as his mouth kissed her hip once more.

  Cupping her breast in his hand again, he took her nipple between his thumb and middle finger, tugging it, rolling it. Her nipple stiffened, getting even harder, as she gave the tiniest little cry of pain.. Her breathing increased and her chest moved rapidly to the beat of the drum as he continued his attack. He was barely touching her now, but the act was so seductive her body began to cry out, and he could smell her arousal.

  She whispered something so soft, he couldn’t understand. He rubbed her thighs as he moved his hands slowly back up toward her breasts. She whispered again, this time more clearly. He smiled, and though she couldn’t see him, he shook his head. Leaning down, he touched one of her nipples with his tongue. Just a little lick and he pulled back. Her moan was instant as she tried to arch her chest upward.

  Leaning back over her, he took her right nipple into his mouth. He sucked it wetly as he softly swirled the hard little nub with his tongue. He could feel Macie moving her hands against the restraints. He sucked a little harder, letting her feel his teeth, drawing a definite wince. A small gasp escaped from her lips. Pulling as much of her breast into his mouth as he could, he sucked harder. Macie’s back arched up toward him.

  She whimpered.

  Her nipple was flushed, hard as a tiny stone. Her dark areola was puckered, and without doubt a little tender. He took it between his teeth. He stretched it a little more, letting it snap back. This time she gave more than a whimper, she cried out.

  Grinning, he slowly moved down her body again, letting his fingers dip as he caressed the softness of her inner thighs to the silky moist center of her core.

  Macie moaned again.

  He turned to see his brother lounging comfortably on the chaise. His eyes looked intently at the woman on the bed beneath him. His brother didn’t say a single word, his expression void. He gave nothing away. He knew that look well. He, too, had that same look. Turning his attention back to woman beneath him, he slipped his hand over her puffy pussy lips. Her moisture made her satin smooth. Leaning his head down close, he breathed her in, taking her scent into his lungs. Though he was close, he gently blew on her swollen mound, eliciting a soft huff from her.