The Power of Her Submission
When tragedy strikes and Brianna’s friend and landlady dies, she has to cope with moving and the woman’s three nephews who have inherited her home. However, their aunt’s will stipulates Brianna can remain in the carriage house. She soon finds that her new landlords, Nick, Toby, and Teddy have more to offer than just a place to live. It doesn’t take long for Brianna to fall head over heels in love with the three men who have literally swept her off her feet. They have never breathed a word of love to her and yet they have admitted what has transpired between them is more than they have ever experienced. However, there are signs that their time together may be coming to an end.
Will she be able to cope with their rejection or will she sink back into her past life that she has so desperately tried to escape?
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 38,512 words
THE POWER OF HER SUBMISSION
Kalissa Alexander
MENAGE EVERLASTING
Siren Publishing, Inc.
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THE POWER OF HER SUBMISSION
Copyright © 2015 by Kalissa Alexander
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
About the Author
THE POWER OF HER SUBMISSION
KALISSA ALEXANDER
Copyright © 2015
Chapter One
Brianna unlocked the door to the carriage house she had called home for the past nine months and tried her best to keep her tears at bay. She had cried so much over the past few days she wondered how she could possibly have any more tears to shed. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her face was still swollen from attending the funeral of her landlady, Amanda Worthington, who had also become her closest friend. They had shared more than a history of addiction. In the six months they had known each other, they had become kindred spirits.
Brianna knew without a shadow of a doubt that Amanda had saved her life. She had never been very religious, but she knew in her heart that a higher power had brought her to the older woman. Throwing her purse down on the overstuffed sofa, she went into the small kitchen she had come to love and made herself a cup of chamomile tea using the tea leaves and strainer that Amanda had insisted were the only way to make a truly good pot of tea. Amanda had taught her so many things, but she always said a good cup of tea could pave the way to solving many of life’s problems.
The scent of apples and sweet flowers assailed her nostrils as she took one sip and then another until she felt the soothing comfort she sought. When she closed her eyes, she could feel her friend’s presence, and she knew what she would say if she were there. Smiling sadly, she could almost hear her voice telling her that life was for living and she could never give up on herself regardless of what life threw at her. But losing Amanda so quickly and without warning had thrown her into a tailspin of despair and self-indulgence she knew she had to fight with everything she had and more.
The chime of the doorbell made her immediately stiffen. She pulled her phone from the pocket of her jeans to view the time and sighed. They were here. Pulling herself up slowly from the sofa, she stood for a moment and took a deep breath. Then moving one foot in front of the other, she walked with trepidation toward the door. Amanda’s nephews had inherited her home, and that included the carriage house. Nick, the oldest of the brothers, had spoken to her briefly after the funeral and told her he and his brothers wanted to speak with her. She couldn’t see putting off the inevitable, so she had told him to come over after the funeral. She was sure they were selling her home right out from under her. She only hoped that they would give her a couple months to find somewhere else to live. She hated leaving this place she called home, but what choice did have, and where she lived wasn’t their worry.
She opened the door wide and stood aside as they entered her small home. All three were well over six feet tall and sported the same curly dark-brown hair. If circumstances were different, she would have been able to appreciate their striking good looks. But as it was, all she could see were her new landlords who were here to evict her.
“May we sit down?” Nick asked.
“Of course. Would you like a cup of tea?” She couldn’t not be polite. They were, after all, Amanda’s family regardless of why they ha
d come to see her.
“Thank you, but we’re fine,” he answered for him and his brothers.
“Very well,” she said sitting down on a nearby chair, watching the three men squeeze onto the small sofa. They looked uncomfortable. She couldn’t say she was sorry. What they were about to do wasn’t something they should feel good about even if it wasn’t really their fault.
“Thank you for seeing us so soon,” Nick began. “We thought it would be for the best to talk to you as soon as possible and not wait to discuss your living arrangements here in the carriage house.”
At least he was getting right to the point. She was exhausted and didn’t feel like making this conversation last any longer than it had to. Even though Amanda had mentioned them on several occasions, she couldn’t for the life of her remember Nick’s brothers’ names.
“Amanda spoke of the three of you many times, and I’m sure if she had lived, I would have eventually met you all.”
“Of course. My manners,” Nick said, looking slightly embarrassed. “These are my brothers, Toby and Teddy. I thought I introduced them at the funeral.”
They held out their hands to her as they reached across the coffee table. She blinked for a second. Was it possible that Toby and Teddy were twins? Amanda had forgotten to tell her that.
“Yes, we’re twins. I’m Toby. He’s Teddy.” He pointed toward his brother with a smile in his eyes. “Not to worry if you can’t remember which one of us is which. Unless you know us really well, the differences are hard to see. Aunt Amanda knew us so well, I think she actually forgot we were twins most of the time.”
Both men smiled at her, and for a moment she felt something quite odd in the pit of her stomach. Thinking it was from lack of food, she ignored it and pasted on a smile as she took their hands briefly before her eyes went back to Nick’s.
He was older by, she guessed, at least six or seven years. Although he looked very much like his twin brothers, his eyes were blue where theirs were a light golden brown. Now that she was really looking at them, she was a bit taken aback by just how good-looking they were, and it made her feel somewhat ill at ease. Good-looking men had presented a problem for her in the past. Luckily these three would be out of her life the moment they walked back out her door.
“You wanted to talk to me about my living here at the carriage house. I know you will want me to move. We never had a formal lease, so I’m at your mercy as far as how much time you will give me to find a new place.”
“Then you want to move?” Nick asked.
“No. I don’t want to move, but what choice to I have?”
“Our aunt made sure that you do have a choice,” Toby said before his older brother had a chance to speak.
“She did?” She looked at the three men with what she knew had to be shock.
“Yes,” Nick said. “It seems she felt a sense of responsibility for you.”
“You see,” Teddy spoke up, “our aunt stipulated in her will that the carriage house would be yours for the next five years rent-free.”
“Amanda did that? Oh my God. She never told me. I didn’t even know she was ill.”
“It seems,” Nick said, his eyes looking directly into hers, making her squirm in her seat like a child, “that our aunt hid her weak heart from all of us. She had mentioned you to us a number of times, but we had no idea how much you meant to her until her lawyer called us.”
“She was a wonderful person, and I loved her. I know we only knew each other for six months, but we bonded almost immediately. It was uncanny really.”
“Legally the carriage house is yours for the next five years rent-free, and,” Nick sighed, “we won’t be able to sell it or the house until you move out.”
“Oh,” she said, feeling a sudden chill in the air. “You want to sell the house.”
“Yes. That was the plan, and still could be, if you were to move of your own free will. We could buy you out, if you would let us.” Nick leaned back against the sofa, his eyes never leaving hers. If he weren’t here to kick her out, she might actually be attracted to him and his brothers’ good looks. But as it was, she felt nothing but uncomfortable by their presence.
“Buy me out? I don’t understand.”
“What Nick is proposing,” Toby said, “is that we give you enough money so that you can rent a very nice apartment over the next five years if you want, although we have to be honest with you…that is not what our aunt wanted.”
“What do you mean?”
“She specifically said in her will that she did not want you to leave before the five years were up unless the move was initiated by you. She didn’t want us to pressure you into moving by offering you a large sum of money.”
“But,” Brianna said, feeling slightly put out, “that’s exactly what you’re doing.”
“No,” Nick said quickly, his tone firm. “We are only giving you an option. It’s your choice. There is absolutely no pressure.”
“I guess it’s all in how you look at it,” she said before she got up and walked away from them and into the kitchen, where she poured herself another cup of tea. She let the warm liquid calm her before she walked back to where the three men were sitting waiting for her expectantly.
She sat back down and looked directly at Nick. “I don’t want to move. I may want to move before the five years are up, but for right now, I want to stay right here. And since I’m not being pressured to leave, I’m not.”
“Well, then,” Nick said as he stood to his full height, towering over her, “it looks like we’re going to be neighbors.”
“You mean you’re going to move into the big house?”
“Exactly. We have several homes in various locations around the country, but we have nothing here. We would stay with Aunt Amanda whenever we were in town. However, we had been thinking about having a house built since a number of our businesses have expanded to the West Coast.”
“You could still build your house and find someone to rent the big house. It’s beautiful, and I can’t imagine you couldn’t find someone to lease it quickly.”
“We could,” Toby said with a sigh, “but why go to the expense of building when we can’t sell this place? We might as well just live here for now. Financially it makes a lot more sense.”
“Toby’s right. However, we do like to entertain clients and friends, so we will need to do some renovating and redecorating. It may be a little noisier around her than you’re used to, but I’m sure that won’t be a problem.” Nick looked at her as if he thought it would indeed be a problem.
He obviously knew from whatever his aunt had told him about her that she loved the quiet of being off the beaten path and that she wasn’t a social person. Her only real friends were Amanda and her counselor. Her life had never been exactly stable, and when her world had come crashing down around her at twenty-three, she had finally sought the help she needed to change her life. She had been clean for over eight months, and she felt strongly she would never go back to that life, and even more so now that Amanda had reached out to her from the grave.
She knew she was a stumbling block in the brothers’ plans, but Amanda hadn’t wanted her to move. If they had any idea what her life had been like before she met Amanda, she would like to think they would have been more understanding of why their aunt had made her living there a stipulation in her will. However, she wasn’t about to fill them in, and she wasn’t going to let them bully her into moving. She would leave eventually, but it would be when she was ready and not because they wanted to build an ultramodern home and sell this one.
“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me. You can do whatever you want to the big house. I won’t bother you, and I’m sure you won’t bother me.”
“Very well,” Nick said motioning to his brothers that it was time to leave. They both got up in unison and walked to where Nick was now standing at the door.
“It was very nice meeting you, Brianna,” Toby said.
“Yes. It was nice meeting you,”
Teddy echoed. “We will try to keep the noise to a minimum. However, we are going to put in a large swimming pool. It will be on the other side of the hedges. Pool parties are always a lot of fun. You’ll be able to see it from here. So, once it’s completed, I hope you know that you can use it anytime you like.”
“I’m not much of a swimmer,” she answered stiffly. Another warning, she wondered. Were they planning to make this into their playtime home? They weren’t pressuring her at all, were they? She almost shivered with disgust. Their aunt would be rolling over in her grave if she knew the underhanded tactics her beloved nephews were using to try to get her to leave the carriage house.
“Good-bye,” Brianna,” Nick said opening the door. “We’ll be moving here in a month or so. The pool will have been started and hopefully completed by then, as well as a number of other renovations we have planned.”
“I guess you figured I would want to stay.”
“People with a free ride usually do,” he said, his blue eyes looking into hers knowingly.
She couldn’t trust herself to speak, afraid she might say something she would regret. She had a feeling Amanda had no idea what spoiled brats her nephews really were. They were obviously used to getting their own way. She knew from firsthand experience what lengths a man would go to get what he wanted, but for now, she would do her best to ignore them and hope that they spent most of their time at their other homes.
Once she had closed the door behind them, she breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t have to move. That was something to be thankful for. She was about to go take a shower, when she heard the door chimes.
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