The Mistress's Misfits [The Men of Treasure Cove 11] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Rebecca Joyce

  “Thank you. So what are you going to do with me, since I can assume you are not going to let me go?”

  “Well, right now, it’s my turn to seduce you, and when I have you begging, I’m gonna sink my cock so deep into your pussy that you won’t care what I do next.”

  * * * *

  Katarina entered what she could only assume was a shrine to every action hero that graced the movie screens. Posters upon posters lined the walls, everything from Die Hard to Ace Ventura: Pet Detective. Honestly, she really didn’t know what to think, but when she saw the figurines of the cast from Lord of the Rings, she smiled. “This is your room? How old are you again, Brannon? Twelve?”

  “So I like movies,” he replied. “I have an extensive collection, too. Would you like to see it?”

  “No thank you. What I would like is to go home. Now step aside,” she said firmly. Katarina had enough of this crazy family. All she wanted was to get back to the Pleasure Cave, lock herself in her apartment, and brain dump everything she heard, saw, or did regarding the Kincaid brothers.

  Sitting on his bed, Brannon kicked off his shoes. “You know how typically you are always in control when we spend time together, and generally that’s okay. But this last time, you let me hold the reins. I kinda get why you do what you do, and I’m okay with that, but there have been times when I’ve wanted to take over, but wasn’t sure how you’d react, so I kept my mouth shut. Then you did let me take control.”

  “What are you blathering about? Get to the point,” she said, picking up a red Starship Enterprise shirt from the floor.

  “I guess my point is that I want to do rude things to you,” he clearly said. Katarina slowly turned around and stared at him. In the short time, he had removed his socks and shoes, his shirt, and the zipper on his pants was undone. She could see the enormous bulge straining to break free as he rubbed his cock up and down. “Can I do rude things to you?”

  “Brannon, everything we do is rude. Please be more specific.”

  “How about I show you instead,” he said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her across his lap. Katarina struggled, but Brannon was quicker. He pulled both of her hands behind her back easily and delivered several small slaps against her ass.

  “If you’re going to spank me, puppy boy, you might want to hit a little harder, because all you’re doing is pissing me off,” she quipped.

  “Then stop squirming!”

  “Did you think I would make this easy for you?” She laughed. “If you want to do rude things to me, then do it, and stop being a pussy about it. You can’t be in charge one minute and then passive the next. If you want to be something, own it, take charge, and conquer it.”

  “Fine,” he growled. “You want me to be a badass, then, baby, that’s what you’re going to get.” He then slammed his hand down hard on her ass. Katarina gasped as the sting from the slap seared her skin. “You are mine. I dare you to deny it. Say it. Say you belong to me, just as I belong to you. Say you’ll be my Jane and I can be your Tarzan.”

  “What!” she screamed as another smack landed hard on her bottom.

  “Oh, yes, my sweet little succulent Jane,” he said, rubbing and spreading the heat around. “Do you know how long I’ve dreamt about you just dressed in a little piece of leather, your hair wild and untamed, as I plow my meat into your tight cunt, yelling like a wild man?”

  Okay, he was nuts! However, her pussy instantly responded. He was building her up so fast she could barely control her own body. Brannon had always been a voracious lover, and she reveled in his strong desire for more. She loved how he was always eager and willing to try to experience new things. Their sex life was anything but normal.

  Smack! He spanked her again.

  Smack!

  Smack!

  Her ass was on fire, deliciously warm and spreading fast. Playing hard to get had always been one of her favorite pastimes, yet trying to find a partner strong enough to fight her was something altogether different. In her past, the men she had been with didn’t like being that aggressive, which stifled the fire in her, but since meeting Jack and Brannon, there was just something about them, something virile, wild, that she was drawn to. Even meeting Phillip Conner, she could see that same rawness in his eyes. Instantly drawn to Phillip, and not because he was a submissive, she knew that if push came to shove, he could be just as dominant as his older brothers. It was odd to find three brothers with such different sexual appetites, and for once in her life, she felt as if she hit the jackpot. She was in dominant/submission heaven, and she wanted to bathe herself in their essences.

  Katarina knew what would come of this if she let him continue. Though she was more than willing to play and have some kinky fun with him, she really needed to adhere to the contract that they both signed, and letting him completely take over wasn’t allowed. She didn’t mind from time to time, but only on her terms. So when she felt his free hand reach under her and unsnap her jeans, and then quickly yank them down to her ankles, she gasped. “What are you doing?”

  Smack!

  Son of a bitch, the sting was worse with a barrier. Katarina yelled and squirmed more, but Brannon’s hold on her was strong. The more she moved, the more he spanked. Her poor derriere was going to be toasty by the time he finished, and she’d be lucky if she could sit down.

  A ripping sound permeated the room.

  “Hey!” she cried, and then moaned as his finger moved in between her legs and into her wet pussy. “Those were my favorite.”

  “Yeah, mine, too, but they were in my way,” he said, rubbing her clit as he pushed another finger into her. Using her torn panties, Brannon secured her hands behind her back. He trussed her up so quickly, she had no idea what he was doing until he was actually done. God she loved being restrained, but remembering what happened the last time one of the Kincaid brothers tied her up, she felt a little apprehensive and felt the need to say something. “I swear to God, Brannon, if you leave me this way, I will cut off your balls and use them as a tension reliever.”

  “Damn, baby.” Brannon groaned and actually flinched a bit. “Way to kill the mood. I just pictured that, and now my balls ache, and not in a good way.”

  “Just as long as we’re clear.” She grinned.

  “Crystal,” he replied. “Now, let’s get my dick hard again. On your knees, baby.”

  Lifting her up, he helped her to the floor. Her hands still secured behind her back, with her jeans down around her ankles, she had little wiggle room. Brannon stood before her and his cock sprang out toward her face. Holding his cock in one hand, he tugged on her hair firmly with the other, then lightly smacked her across the face with his cock.

  Katarina was shocked that he would even do something like that. Looking up at him, she asked, “What are you doing?”

  “It was just a little tap.” He smiled and then did it again.

  “Brannon,” she growled, trying to look seriously at him.

  “Fine.” He sighed. “But you’ll eventually have to get used it. Conner is into all kinds of kinky shit, and don’t even get me started on Jack. Now be a good girl and open wide.” At the last minute he halted. Taking a step back, he looked down at her and asked, “You’re not going to bite it off, are you?”

  Grinning evilly, she replied, “I’m not the only one in this room that likes a bite of pain. Guess you’re just going to have to trust me, aren’t you?”

  Nodding, Brannon stepped toward her, grabbed the back of her head, and placed his cock at the tip of her lips. Katarina opened her mouth and devoured his stiff, hard cock.

  * * * *

  Jack had just pulled onto the road when his mother asked, “What the hell is going on, Jack? I come home to grab some clothes and I find you boys fighting, and a strange woman in my house. Please tell me you’re not sleeping with her, because if you are, Gabriel’s gonna be pissed. You do know that that’s Katarina Clark. She’s a Mistress over at the Pleasure Cave and works for Gabriel Sexton, right? Now, I don’t begrudge a
nyone a chance to make a living, but that place isn’t for women. The last time I was there…”

  “Mom, let’s settle this argument real quick. Not only am I sleeping with her, apparently so is Brannon. Since I’m a betting man, I will bet if you give PC five minutes alone with her that he will be sleeping with her, too. So you better get used to the idea of having her around, because I’m keeping her.”

  “Me, too,” Conner chimed in, nodding.

  “You, too, what?” Sophie turned and asked.

  “I’m keeping her. She’s my beautiful bird of paradise. She is utter perfection, and if she will have me, I will worship her forever,” he replied dreamily.

  “Oh shut up, Phillip.” Sophie groaned, and then said, “Does the name Gabriel Sexton ring a bell, Jack? You remember him, don’t ya, son? You owe him a lot of money, and he’s banned you from his place of business. And why are you home early? I wasn’t expecting you until summer.”

  “I got a letter in the mail. Apparently, someone knows about the prison break. The letter named everyone involved and the information we took. If we don’t turn ourselves in by the first of March, another letter will be mailed to the FBI office in Helena, and then we are all screwed. That’s why I am home early,” Jack said as he continued down the snow-covered road.

  “That’s crazy. No one blabbed. They are all family,” Conner stated.

  “I can’t go back, boys,” Sophie muttered, seeming shocked and a little bit scared. “I can’t go back to that place again. I barely made it out with my sanity last time. Who would do this?”

  “Don’t worry, Mom. No one is putting you back in that hospital, and no one is going to find that information. All we gotta do is round up the usual suspects and stick to the plan. We prepared for the possibility of a leak, and we all know what to do,” Jack informed her clearly, hoping he sounded more in control than he felt. Right now, all he wanted to do was find the fucker who spilled the beans and beat the living crap out of them, just for making his mother worry.

  It wasn’t easy being the son of Sophie Kincaid. His mother was extreme and exuberant to the max, and he loved her dearly. Yes, she had a bit of temper on her, if pushed, but she was a sweet woman who just loved being happy. However, right now, she wasn’t happy, and that angered him.

  Speeding down the road, he listened as his mother and Conner talked. Conner was good at making her feel better. He was the one with a soft heart and gentle touch. Brannon could be if there was no one around, but it was Conner’s job to make sure their mother stayed happy and safe, and if he had done his job correctly seven years ago, they wouldn’t be in this mess again. Jack couldn’t understand how Conner could let their mother slip away and wreak so much havoc. The trail of chaos their mother left that day was funny as hell. But damn, did she have to stir up a hornet’s nest? As the result of that night, their mother was arrested and committed to a mental hospital, he was banned and left with a hefty bill for damages done to the Pleasure Cave, and Brannon was forced to leave school and take a job, which left Conner to run the ranch. With no money amongst them, Jack took a job as a photographer with an outdoors magazine, which had him traveling the world. He sent home every cent he made, and still it wasn’t enough. The ranch was failing, Brannon became content to do nothing as the deputy sheriff, and their mother was still running loose.

  Now this mess. Jack knew the writer of the letter didn’t have the actual documents in question. Those were buried six feet under the frozen ground in the McDaniel barn. However, the implications were enough to start a full-scale investigation, and if that came to light, it would send their mother to jail, along with everyone involved.

  Too bad everyone was innocent and the real perpetrator was dead. How could he pin everything on a dead person? Everything was all conjecture and insinuations, but those two things alone would be enough to convict their mother, because she already had a police record. He wished he had beaten the shit out of the culprit when he had the chance. That alone would make everything worth it, that and getting the son of a bitch to sign a statement that he was the guilty party. Nevertheless, did he do that? Nope. He listened to his mother and let the fucker go. A decent decision at the time, but now, it was biting him in the ass.

  “You know, Jack, maybe this isn’t as bad as it seems,” his mother began. “A lot has changed and come to light since you’ve left. The town charter is no longer void, and everyone owns their own land. Glenn McKenzie is dead, along with Tatiana. Maybe we should just tell everyone. I’m sure they would understand.”

  “You want to tell everyone that we’re the sole owners of the mineral rights? That our ancestors were the first to discover the wealth that lies beneath everyone’s property and then hoodwinked all their neighbors into signing it away to our family? Woman, you have lost your mind. I happen to like breathing, and though our family might understand why we hid it from them, the families won’t understand that our family stole from them.”

  “We didn’t do anything. Adam, Bailey, and Cord Kincaid stole from them. Those brothers were stupid, drunkard criminals when they moved here, and they died stupid, drunkard criminals. Which explains why they were too stupid to admit to it all when the town created the charter later that fall that created this mess. Because of those idiots, our family has been cursed from the very beginning. Who knew stupidity knew no bounds. When your fathers told me about the papers, I may have inadvertently told my sisters, but they promised not to say anything, and they didn’t. Well, maybe Tatiana did, but she always did what was best for her, but that’s beside the point. What I am trying to say is why can’t we call a family meeting and tell them, then tear up the papers?”

  “Because we can’t!” Jack shouted in frustration. “If we inform all of them, then you will go back to jail. Do you even remember why you were arrested in the first place?”

  “I remember clearly, son. There is no need to yell,” his mother scolded.

  “Jack’s right, Mom. If we tell everyone about those papers, then everyone will know why you did what you did, and that means premeditation, not self-defense. They will put you in prison for sure, and well, that’s not acceptable,” Conner stated clearly.

  “Well, they sure will when they find out what I did to Tatiana,” she muttered.

  Jack slammed on the brakes. As the truck skidded to a stop, he turned to his mother.

  “Sweet baby Jesus, son, are you trying to kill us all?” his mother exclaimed loudly, holding onto the dashboard.

  Taking a deep breath, Jack tried to stem the rage and worry within him and asked, “What did you do to your sister?”

  “Well,” she whispered, smiled, and then shrugged her shoulders.

  “Oh. My. God!” Conner yelled, making them both jump. “You killed Tatiana?”

  * * * *

  “That’s it, baby. Suck my cock like a good little girl. Damn, I love how you wrap that tongue around my head. Oh God, yes, just like that, baby. Milk my dick for its cream. Fuck,” Brannon said, pulling on her hair as he fucked her face.

  She started to gag, so he pulled out to give her a bit of rest.

  “Let me hear you beg for it, kitty Kat. Tell me how much you want my cream,” he said, smacking his cock across her face again.

  “I want it. I want to drink you down. Please let me suck your cock. I want you to shove your dick down my throat until you can’t go any further, and I want you to fuck my throat. I want to feel your cock pulsing in my mouth as I swallow every drop of your cum.”

  “Son of a bitch, baby,” Brannon said in shock. “Talk about a mental picture and a half.”

  He didn’t wait for her response as he pushed his cock into her waiting mouth and groaned as it slid past her full red lips down into her throat. This time, when she started to gag, he kept it down her throat just a bit longer. Her eyes began to turn red and water, so he pulled his cock back out and slapped her face with it again.

  “You love my cock, don’t you, baby?”

  “Yes. I love your cock.”
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  Brannon pushed his dick back into her mouth and began to fuck her throat with long, slow, steady strokes. Her mouth was like liquid heat, all moist and hot. His shaft slipped into her mouth like a Slip ’N Slide as it traveled further toward her throat. The head of his cock dove down as she swallowed, sucking him in deeper. “Oh shit, baby. Fuck yes. That’s it. Swallow my dick.”

  Brannon was in blow job heaven. His eyes rolled back into his head as she began to hum, wrapping her tongue around him, licking the underside of his shaft. He could feel his balls tighten up as she gulped him down. His hands tightened in her hair. He was fucking her wildly now, so close to the finish line, eager to live out that mental picture in his mind that she put there. He grunted in pleasure as he felt the tingly sensation race down his spine and shoot electricity straight into his balls. “Oh fuck!” he growled just as his bedroom door burst open.

  “Oh fuck is right! Hurry the hell up and stop dicking around. We have bigger pricks to mess around with,” Conner stated, going straight for his closet.

  “Get the fuck out, PC!” Brannon shouted, still pumping his shaft into Katarina’s mouth.

  “Where did you put the Ma and Pa Kettle costumes?” his brother asked, rummaging around, making too much noise.

  “Hey, PC, did you find them yet?” Jack said, walking in the room. “Well, lookie there. Now isn’t that a pretty sight. Too bad we don’t have time to play, too. Brannon, you need to finish, like now. We have to move to plan C.”

  “Fuck!” Brannon moaned as several spurts of cum shot from his throbbing cock down into her throat. She moaned as he watched as Katarina swallowed every drop. When her eyes opened, she smiled up at him, and then slowly and deliberately scooped cum from the corner of her mouth with her tongue. “Damn, baby, that was just wow.”