Abigail's Acquiescence [Portraits of Submission 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Tara Rose

  She smiled, thinking of what would happen back home if everyone had to suddenly stop drinking it. Nice to know some things were the same everywhere. But each new revelation about their day-to-day lives brought home the truth once more. This was where she’d live out her life. Even if she left the castle, where would she go? And what would become of her if something happened to Jarrett, Colton, or both? Would she be passed on to two new princes?

  She tried to absorb everything they told her and enjoy her stroll through the castle with them this morning, but by the time they returned to their rooms, her mood had turned uncertain once more. She knew they’d likely want to have sex with her again, and her body was ready but her mind wasn’t. Would that even matter to them?

  She walked around the sitting room, examining everything in it simply so she’d have something to do while she tried to collect her thoughts. Colton came up behind her and put his arms around her, placing his hands on her breasts. “You’re a million miles away. What can we do to help?”

  “I wish I knew.”

  He pulled her close and nuzzled her neck, and her traitorous body responded instantly. “We answered all your questions, and we showed you the castle.”

  “Almost all of them.”

  He planted tiny kisses up and down her neck, and she bit back a moan as her pussy grew wet and her nipples tingled. “Which one did we fail to answer?”

  “You said all the women in the kingdom work. Do the women who cross over have employment?”

  He brushed his hands over her nipples, and she drew in a sharp breath, hoping he wouldn’t notice how aroused she’d become. “No. Their purpose has been made clear to you.” Colton pulled at the laces of her bodice. “So relax and enjoy us.”

  Abigail closed her eyes as he opened the bodice of the dress. He couldn’t reach more than the tops of her breasts because of the corset, but his touch alone on them forced soft moans from her throat. These two had cast some sort of spell on her. She didn’t care how much they denied it. Nothing else explained how easily she slipped into such a frenzied state of need.

  “So, even with all my skills and talents, this is all you’ll ever let me do here?”

  “Abigail…” Colton’s voice was silky smooth in her ear. “Why do you ask such a thing? We value all of you, including your intelligence.”

  All her fears and worries faded away as Colton unlaced the back of the dress. He turned her to face Jarrett, who had his dick out of his breeches and pulled lazily on it. His eyes glazed over as he watched Colton undress her. It was so damn sexy that Abigail almost came.

  Colton pushed the dress off her, and then she stepped out of it and he tossed it onto a chair. “I think I like it better when you have on no undergarments.”

  “Would you prefer I wear none even while out of these rooms, Sire?”

  He smacked her ass. “We both would, but you already know that would be highly improper.”

  She giggled. “Then maybe I should do it anyway? Shake things up a bit around here.”

  “You do and we’ll paddle your luscious ass so hard you won’t walk for days,” said Jarrett.

  Abigail moaned again as images of them doing exactly that danced through her head. Jarrett removed his clothes and she watched, marveling again at his gorgeous body. It struck her that even his body hair had a touch of gray, although that didn’t bother her. She found it sexy as hell, but also realized she had no idea how old they were.

  “May I ask a question of you both? Not to ruin the mood but because I’m curious.”

  Colton unlaced her corset. “That depends on the question.”

  “Go ahead,” said Jarrett, strolling toward her. “But fair warning. If it does indeed ruin the mood, as you say, you’re in big trouble.”

  “Fair enough, Sire. Um, I was wondering how old you each are.”

  Jarrett frowned. “I guess we never did tell you, did we? But then again, we don’t know your age either.”

  Behind her, Colton sighed loudly. “What made such a question pop into your head at a time like this?”

  “Jarrett’s hair. On his body and his head. And yours, too. You each have a touch of gray. Oh, I like it. I mean, I’m not complaining. But it did make me wonder at your ages.”

  They exchanged a glance over her head, but Jarrett’s grin told her they weren’t upset by her comments. “I’m forty-eight,” said Jarrett. He held up a hand. “And before you ask it because I know you will, I’ve never been married, because I don’t want to be.”

  He moved toward her again, slowly, and it was impossible to look away from his eyes. They mesmerized her. “I’m a pig. I’m always horny, and up until two days ago, I routinely seduced the maids and servants.” He cupped her face. “But no more. I chose you, and you’re the only woman I want now.”

  Abigail swallowed hard at the intensity of his words. “I don’t know what to say, Sire.”

  “You don’t have to say anything. I’m simply answering your question.”

  “And I’m forty-seven,” said Colton, removing her corset. “And the reason I’m not married is because I never found a woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.” He cupped her bare breasts, rolling the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “Until now, that is.”

  Jarrett grinned and released her face. “Anything else you’d like to know about us before we ravage you?”

  She shook her head.

  “Now tell us how old you are. I want to move past this discussion and get back to seducing you.”

  “I’m thirty, Sire.”

  Jarrett’s gaze traveled down her body, slowly, then back up again. “You’re so damn beautiful. But also quite impertinent. Interrupting us to talk about a silly thing like age.”

  Colton pulled down her tights. “I agree. And that comment about walking around the castle without undergarments. We can’t let her get away with that one.”

  She stepped out of the tights, and then Jarrett pulled her into his arms and captured her mouth in a kiss so hot she was sure her brain would catch on fire. When he finally released it, Colton was naked, too. They both stood in front of her, identical sexy grins on their faces.

  “How shall we punish her?” asked Colton.

  Jarrett brushed a finger along her clit and Abigail moaned. “She enjoys it too much. I think today we’ll make her work for it. Really work for it. On your knees, Abigail. It’s time to make us believe how much you want us both inside you.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Abigail dropped to her knees, grateful there was a soft carpet on this part of the floor and they hadn’t made her kneel on the cold stone. She thought they were going to make her give them blow jobs, but she was wrong. They pulled armchairs in front of her and sat down, then Jarrett told her to crawl toward them on her hands and knees.

  At first she didn’t want to do it, but then as she proceeded, she found it kind of sexy that they were exercising this degree of control over her. The more they made her do for them, the more she wanted to do. The contrast between her fears and worries when she was alone, and how they put her mind at ease so quickly still made her wonder how they did it, but once she reached Jarrett’s knees, she stopped thinking about it.

  “Very good,” he said. “You belong to us, Abigail. We chose you. We’ll have no more talk of ages because they’re irrelevant to us, and no more talk of not dressing appropriately when we’re outside these rooms. Is that understood?”

  “Yes, Sire.”

  “And tonight,” said Colton, “you will have dinner in the Great Hall with us, and this time you will meet our families. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sire.”

  “For your punishment,” said Jarrett, “we’re going to prolong your pleasure this afternoon. If you come before we give you permission to do so, we will each give you ten swats with the bamboo cane you hated so much the other night. And not only on your ass. We will cane your pussy and those delicious tits of yours, as well. There will be no breaks, and there will be no getting ou
t of it. If you come a second time without our permission, we will each give you ten more. Do you understand?”

  Abigail sucked in a sharp breath. She felt ready to come now and wasn’t sure she could hold one off, even with the threat of that damn cane hanging over her head. “Sire, may I request a different toy than the cane?”

  Colton chuckled, but Jarrett gave her a dark look. “Absolutely not.” He pulled her to her feet and bent her over his left knee. She yelled and tried to get away, but Colton rose and held her down with both hands while Jarrett delivered ten hard blows to each ass cheek with an open hand, and so quickly she had no recovery time.

  She gasped as tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes, but at the same time, she nearly came from the endorphins rushing through her body. It was so fucking sexy, even through the pain. When he stood her up, he told her to straddle him, and then once she did he cupped her face with one hand and gently wiped away her tears with the other.

  “Do not ever question us about our choice for a punishment. We are in control. Now, I will ask you again. Do you understand what will happen to you this afternoon if you come before we give you permission to do so?”

  “Yes, Sire,” she whispered.

  Jarrett gazed into her eyes with so much intensity that she was thrown off guard. There was no anger in his expression. Rather, he looked at her like a lover would. But that was crazy talk. She was their toy, not their lover. They’d chosen her for sex, nothing more. She’d best be careful not to lose her wits here. Or her silly heart. This wasn’t happily-ever-after. For all intents and purposes, she was their prisoner.

  He kissed her tenderly. Abigail returned the kiss, but the doubt had crept back in, and she longed for them to do or say something to take it away once more. Her wish was granted when Jarrett picked her up and carried her to the sofa. Colton followed, and the two sat side by side. Jarrett tossed a large cushion on the floor and told her to kneel on it in front of them again.

  “We want you to touch us, Abigail. Explore our bodies. Use your hands and your mouth. Make us believe it. Make us believe how much you want us.”

  Coming from someone else, and under circumstances like the ones she’d known all her life, that comment would sound incredibly arrogant. But from these two, and knowing what she now knew, it made perfect sense. And it’s not like they’d asked her to do something she didn’t want to do.

  They’d given her so much attention, perhaps all they wanted was bit of reassurance that she didn’t hate this, or that she didn’t hate them? They were human, after all. And they’d already said more than once now how much more fun a willing partner was. All they were asking her to do was to show them that she wanted them as much as they wanted her.

  Abigail moved closer to the two, still on her knees. She brushed her hands up their muscular calves, taking turns, then spread their legs a bit wider and teased the insides of their thighs with her fingers and tongue, licking and caressing, until both men moaned softly and squirmed on the sofa.

  Instead of paying attention to their cocks right away, which was difficult because they both were swollen and dripping with pre-cum already, she took turns caressing their arms and torsos, then licked and gently sucked their nipples.

  She traced their tats with her tongue, and they tangled their fingers in her hair, tugging on it hard enough to make her aware of it but not enough to cause any real pain. Abigail rubbed her nipples against the hair on their chests, and then she moved to their dicks, caressing them with her breasts, her fingers, and finally her mouth.

  Each man groaned constantly now, and she was so damn aroused she couldn’t even stand it. Her pussy was so wet that each time she glanced down at the floor she expected to see her juices dripping onto it. How in the world did they expect her not to come? Or was that the idea? That she wouldn’t be able to hold it off, and then they could use the cane on her?

  Damn sadists.

  “Don’t take us into your mouth,” said Colton. “Not yet. That was perfection but now it’s our turn.”

  They stood, and before she had time to process what they’d done, she was flat on her back with her legs spread wide, and the men were now doing the same things to her as she’d done to them.

  Abigail moaned loudly as they each took a nipple into their mouths and sucked hard. She gritted her teeth as her clit throbbed. There was no fucking way she’d hold this off. They licked up and down her arms and legs, alternating that with teasing her breasts. When they moved to her pussy, she cried out. “I can’t do it, Sire. I can’t hold it off. Please…”

  Colton chuckled, then straddled her chest and played with her breasts. “Abigail, you’re an intelligent woman. Haven’t you figured out that’s the whole point of this?”

  “Oh…”

  Jarrett squeezed her clit and she groaned in pleasure. “Please, Sire. I can’t do it.”

  Colton bent his head and shoved his tongue into her mouth. She kissed him like she’d never be able to again while Jarrett licked her clit and massaged it. Her climax was right there, poised on the edge, and even images of them caning her didn’t chase away the certainty that she was about to come.

  Colton straightened up and climbed off her, while Jarrett took his place. He grinned down at her with a knowing look in his eyes, and when he kissed her, she tasted her own pussy juices. “Your pussy tastes heavenly. How close are you?”

  “I’m not close at all, Sire.”

  He laughed, but it wasn’t derisive. He was actually enjoying her, and again her heart gave a strange little lurch. Be careful here.

  “We’ll see about that.”

  Colton took Jarrett’s place between her legs, and Abigail knew she was toast. The man was far too skilled. He sucked her clit at precisely the right speed and pressure, but it wasn’t until he slid two fingers into her soaked pussy that the damn orgasm exploded.

  “No!” She even tried to pull back so at least it wasn’t as forceful, but Colton kept up his licking and finger-fucking, so the contractions went on and on. Jarrett watched her face, and again she was struck by the tenderness in his eyes. When he caressed her cheek, she had to swallow hard.

  “I love watching you come,” he said softly. “But I also love spanking, paddling, flogging, and caning your beautiful body. It makes me feel alive. I need it as much as I need water and air.”

  She tried to control her breathing as both men climbed off her. Thinking about what Jarrett had just said gave her a new perspective on why they did this. It wasn’t to be cruel, and it wasn’t only because they could. Because she was stuck here. They needed this, the same way people needed sex. It was part of what turned them on and gave them pleasure.

  And she enjoyed it, too. She loved the way it made her feel when they told her what they were going to do to her, and the things they made her do for them. She enjoyed the impact play in a way she’d never imagined was possible. Did that make her a submissive? Did the labels matter here? The bottom line was that these two filled a need in her that she’d never fully understood, and she in turn filled one in each of them.

  As that realization and understanding washed over Abigail, she relaxed and let the climax take over. She moaned loudly as Colton and Jarrett both now took turns licking and sucking her clit and fucking her with their fingers.

  When they finally stopped, she panted because her mouth was dry. They sat her up and gave her water, then Jarrett told her if she needed to pee she’d best do it now. She didn’t want to be told a second time so she sprinted to the bathroom.

  Once she returned to the room, they stood near an elaborate table, their heads bent close together as they talked. The dreaded cane lay across the table, and she also spotted rope, cuffs, and two pillows.

  Colton glanced toward her and grinned. “It’s okay. Come over here.”

  When she reached them, he pulled her into his arms. “I need this, too. As much as Jarrett does. It’s who we are inside. Do you understand that?”

  “I believe so, Sire. May I ask a quest
ion?”

  “As long as it’s not whether we’ll use something other than the cane,” said Jarrett.

  She couldn’t help but smile as she recalled the intense, impromptu spanking. “It’s not.” She explained what she’d been thinking about impact play and how well she responded to it, and then she told them how much she was enjoying everything they made her do. “Even though it hurts, it’s all mixed up with pleasure. It makes me happy, and the more you do it, the more I want you to. Does that make me a submissive?”

  Jarrett gave her a thoughtful look. “I don’t know. We don’t use the same terms here that you’re familiar with. We don’t have labels for this. But I’m so pleased to hear how much you enjoy it. We could tell you did from your reactions, but to hear you voice it aloud makes me proud and happy.”

  “Same here,” said Colton. “We do enjoy doing this, but it’s a lot more fun to know how much you do, as well.”

  Her pulse raced. So many questions sprang to mind, but she didn’t want to risk them thinking she was trying to prolong the inevitable. They’d have to wait this time.

  “Come over to the table,” said Jarrett. Even though she knew what was coming, her clit began to throb again. It was almost unbelievable how they’d already captivated her body and her mind. They placed the larger cushion on the table and told her to lean over it. She was quite comfortable this way, and the pillow provided the right amount of padding against the wood, but not so much that she felt it would restrict her breathing.

  They placed a smaller pillow under her head, and then they placed a leather bar on her ankles that kept them spread apart. They put the cuffs on her wrists and told her to put her arms overhead. Then they clipped the cuffs together. She was entirely at their mercy.

  “Are you ready?” asked Jarrett.

  “Yes, Sire.” She was more than ready. She longed to experience everything these two wanted to give her, and she was ready to accept her fate. She was here now, and she belonged to them. As she waited, muscles tensed, she made a promise to herself. She was going to stop obsessing over every little thing and immerse herself in each moment.