Siren Unleashed

by Sophie Oak

  “Stop calling me that.”

  “It’s your name.”

  “No. I’m your Cotton Candy.”

  His sweetness. If she didn’t go away soon, he would break because he was so fucking weak when it came to her. It was why he’d pushed her in the first place. The minute he’d realized they’d been tailed, he couldn’t stop thinking about her safety. Now he was thinking about his own. “Natalie, please go find Ben. Ben can take care of you.”

  She sank to her knees. “He can, but I need you, Sir.”

  He closed his eyes, pain lancing at him. “You don’t. Natalie, here’s what you don’t understand. That was me who ordered you to go upstairs and change. I might have been a little harsher than I would normally be, but I am capable of that. I’m capable of wanting to dominate every minute of your life. I would want to spank you, tie you up, flog you, plug you, fuck you until you couldn’t remember a time I wasn’t inside you. That’s the guy I am. I can’t change that. I want you, Natalie. I want to own you. I want to collar you. I want to know every inch of you belongs to me and Ben and no-fucking-body else. Do you understand? I can’t be the guy you need.”

  He looked down, trying to be as cold as possible to let her know this was who he was, but her face was turned up, her eyes filled with tears.

  “You are what I need. I didn’t want to change until I met you. Not Ben. I love Ben, too, but it was you who made me want to fix myself.”

  “You love Ben?” She loved Ben. Naturally.

  “Only as much as I love you. And you were first, Sir Dawson.” She reached out, putting a hand on his leg. “Please, Chase. Forgive me. I want to be what you need, but I need time. I need your patience, and I need your love.”

  Chase stood, backing away from her like she was on fire and he really didn’t want to get burned. “I’m not capable of that, Natalie. Ben got all of those emotions. I’m the rough one. I’m the one who needs all those things you can’t give me. It’s better that you stick with Ben.”

  He had no idea how he would watch them settle in together, but he would. Ben didn’t really need to put a collar around a woman’s neck and have her sit at his feet. Ben could take care of a woman without having to own her. It was so stupid. He was stupid, and he didn’t even have a reason for it past the fact that he’d had four mothers come and go.

  God, was he really that pathetic? Maybe he was the one who needed therapy.

  She was on her knees, her face turned up toward him. “I’ll get where you need me to be. Chase, I wanted all of that once, too. I just got off track. Please give me time.”

  She was begging, and he couldn’t stand it. This is what it would be like. They would both beg and plead and inevitably one of them would walk away and the one begging would just be left behind.

  His father had never begged. His father had simply written his wives a check and gone on to find a younger one who would cheat on him and leave him because he was cold and cruel. Like Chase.

  “I think I can do what I need to do from Dallas.” He started toward the door. He couldn’t put them through this. “Natalie, I’m sorry if I hurt you, but it wasn’t serious for me.”

  “Yes, it was.” She was crying freely now. “It was serious. Don’t do this.”

  But he was doing it for both of them. “I’ll send Ben back up. I wish the two of you the best.”

  He strode out the door, his heart seizing as he heard her sob.

  He closed it behind him only to see his brother standing at the front door. The bastard had heard the whole thing and now he had another fucking fight on his hands. “I’m going back to Dallas. I’ll move out as soon as I can. I think you should take Natalie back to Dallas with you. She needs you.”

  He waited for Ben to explode, to call him all kinds of nasty shit, and he would take it because it was all true. Instead Ben crossed the space between them. “You are not our father, Chase. God, how can you even think that?”

  Chase had the eidetic memory, but Ben was better at reading his fucking mind. He should have remembered that. “I can think it because it’s true.”

  “Chase, it’s not. I know it was hard to go through stepmothers the way we did. They would come and we would get close and they would leave. Hell, he had a string of girlfriends two miles long who came and went. You think I don’t know how close you got to them only to get left behind? They never wrote or called. Hell, not even our mother called unless she wanted something. It’s not that you can’t love a woman. You’re scared to. But, brother, that woman in there is the one, and if you walk away, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

  Ben’s words opened a well of sadness he’d forgotten existed. Didn’t want to remember.

  Ben seemed to see the weak spot and went right for it. “Come on, man. This is the rest of our lives. I love that girl. It happened fast, but maybe that’s just how it was always going to be for us. Maybe we were always supposed to walk in and just fucking know. I don’t care. I don’t give a shit how it happened or why it happened. I don’t care that every motherfucker at The Club is going to taunt us mercilessly. I’ll actually like that a little because it means we have something to be jealous of. Chase, she’s crying. She’s finally crying, and it’s not over what happened to her. She could bury that deep down, but the thought of not being with you—she couldn’t bury it. Listen to her.”

  It was quiet, but Natalie was crying. Sobbing. Likely into her hands.

  And he couldn’t. He couldn’t handle it. He couldn’t stand there while she cried. He was her Dom whether she could handle it or not. Whether he ever put a collar on her or not. He was her Dom because it was what he was born to be. Other men might call it lover or boyfriend, but Chase had his language and it all meant the same thing. He loved her. It didn’t matter what he needed. Suddenly giving her what she needed was all that mattered.

  He turned from his brother and nearly ran back to her. His heart, that thing he’d always thought was inconsequential, suddenly thudded in his chest, unwilling to be ignored a moment longer.

  She was on the floor, her body laid out, chest heaving. She cried into her hands, muffling what should have been screams.

  He didn’t hesitate. She was his, and he should never have fucking walked out on her. It had been cowardly, and that wasn’t what she needed. He got to his knees.

  “Ben?” Her face turned up, puffy and red and still so beautiful his heart hurt.

  He shook his head.

  “Chase.” She shoved up and threw herself into his arms. She was so different from the wary girl he’d met. That girl had been scared and unsure and ready to run. This one held on. He needed her to hold on for the rest of her life.

  His arms tightened, pulling her small frame in close, squeezing her to him. “Don’t ever leave me.”

  “I love you.” She locked her arms around him, her will a palpable thing. “I won’t ever leave.”

  “Take me.” His mouth found hers. Hungry. He was so fucking hungry for her. He felt like he’d waited forever and he had. He’d been waiting for Natalie from the moment he’d been born.

  She pressed up, holding nothing back. She opened her mouth and he invaded, his tongue stroking along hers. His cock was already hard and waiting.

  He dominated her mouth, pulling her hair back so he had the best angle.

  Natalie was his. She’d given herself to him and there was no fucking going back. He intended to make sure she understood he could take care of her.

  He intended to make sure she never wanted to let him go.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Natalie felt every inch of her skin come alive as Chase kissed her. She’d been so sure she’d lost him. When she’d looked up and seen the deep emotion and empathy on his face, she’d known it was Ben. But this dominance, this hard mastery was all Chase, and she clung to him like a life raft.

  Sir Dawson. Hard-edged Dom and now desperate lover. He wasn’t in control anymore. He was riding the same wave she was, and it felt so damn good to know he was w
ith her.

  She needed both. She needed his control, but she needed his emotion, too.

  She needed him.

  “Take me.” He growled the words against her mouth, his hands tugging at her clothes.

  She scrambled out of his arms because she couldn’t undress down on the floor, and she wanted to undress for him. It was something she’d barely been able to do for herself. For a long time she hadn’t looked at herself in the mirror because all she could see was a victim, but she was shedding that persona as surely as she eased out of her clothes. She’d needed the mantle for a long time, but it was safe to come out now.

  She was a survivor, not a victim.

  He stood, his hands on his shirt, but his eyes never left her body. Those blue orbs took in every inch of skin she exposed, making her feel beautiful and sexy and reminding her that she used to have a little exhibitionist in there.

  “Do you like what you see, Sir Dawson?” She smiled though she knew damn well she looked a complete mess. She didn’t cry pretty like other girls. She got red in the face and puffy, her nose lighting up like Rudolph.

  He pulled at the button on his slacks. “You make me sound like a knight when you call me that. I’m not a knight, sweetness.”

  He was her knight. His armor might be rusty, but he’d saved her. If he hadn’t been standing in the dungeon that night, she likely would have gone on as she always had, hiding away.

  “It’s okay, babe, because I’m not that sweet.”

  He tossed his slacks away and moved toward her totally naked. Every inch of that man was hard and ready. His cock bobbed as he approached her. He might not think he was a knight, but damn, the man had one hell of a sword. “You’re the sweetest fucking thing I ever ate.”

  She gasped a little as he picked her up. “I don’t think you’ve made a meal out of me yet, Sir.”

  But she wanted him to. Now that she’d had sex again, she craved it. Not from anyone, just from her men. Just from Chase and Ben.

  Chase swept the desk clean, but only after he’d moved his computer off. She would just have to accept that he loved that damn computer, too.

  He set her on the desk. “Spread your legs for me.”

  The hard wood of the desk was cool against her backside. It was antique and wide, wide enough for her to lie back and rest her head while she drew her feet up to the edge of the desk. She tried to gracefully spread her legs apart, a slow reveal for her lover of everything she was going to give him.

  Chase watched the show, his cock bouncing as though it really wanted to get involved in the action. “You have the most beautiful pussy in the world. I think about it all day. I want to make it my screen saver.”

  She couldn’t help but smile because he would really do it, and if someone made a comment about the appropriateness of it, he would likely tell them to fuck off.

  His hand came out, touching the jewel that sat on her clit. That little ball of metal pressed down under his finger and Nat gasped. She was already getting wet and soft in anticipation of taking his cock deep inside.

  Ben had made love with a smile and sweet heat, but Chase would be different.

  “I love this. When you’re ready, I want your nipples pierced. I want to pick out the rings, and Ben and I will select some chains to run through them. Some will be for decoration, to show off those beautiful breasts, but others will be there to pull and tug and connect your nipples to this little jewel.”

  “Yes, Sir.” The idea of pleasing him was arousing. Still. “You say you want to own me. What about you, Chase? You know I have problems with possession but only when it’s one-sided.”

  His lips curled up. “I’ve never said I love you to another woman in my life. Not even my mother, sweetness. She thought outward affection was for the lower classes. So know this, I belong to you. If you walk away tomorrow, I’ll still belong to you. I’m yours, Natalie. I love you so much.”

  Hers. Her lover, boyfriend, Dom when she was ready. Her husband one day. Tears filled her eyes again. “I mean to marry you, Dawson. You should know that now so you can run if you want to. I know you have society stuff, and I’m not exactly a debutante.”

  He loomed over her, his broad shoulders blocking the light. “If I ever hear you say a bad thing about yourself, you won’t enjoy the spanking I give you. Your breasts aren’t small. They’re perfect. Your ass is the most gorgeous, fuckable thing I’ve ever seen. And the only goddamn society I want is you. I left that life a long time ago. None of my brothers stayed in high society because it was rotten. BDSM is our lifestyle. These are our people and you fit in perfectly, my sweetness. Are we understood?”

  No bad-mouthing herself. Check. She was a BDSM princess. Check. She was so fucking in love with him. “Got it, Sir Dawson.”

  “And we’re getting married as soon as possible. You’re going to have to quit the spa. You’re coming back to Dallas with me and Ben. Is that understood?”

  Such a bossy Sir. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Fuck, Nat. You make me crazy.” He dropped to his knees, spreading her legs further. “And this desk is the perfect height. We skipped dinner. I’m awfully hungry.”

  Pure pleasure swept across her as he leaned over and licked at her pussy, a long, slow swipe of his tongue. “Chase, that feels so good.”

  “I knew you would be sweet.” He rubbed his nose between her labial lips as though he wanted to coat himself in her. “I love your taste and your smell and how fucking soft you are.”

  His tongue delved deep, fucking into her cunt over and over before coming up to play with her piercing. He lashed at it while his fingers started to work their way inside. Nat couldn’t breathe. Her every sense was focused on the man playing her like a finely tuned instrument. How much better would it be when he wrapped her in silk rope and positioned her just the way he wanted her? She wouldn’t have to hold herself so still because he would make it easy for her. She would be his to fuck and pleasure and love and treasure. Any way he and his brother wanted her.

  She would be safe because he and Ben wouldn’t hurt her. She could be herself again because somehow, someway she’d found two champions.

  Chase sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue playing over the piercing over and over again as his fingers found the magic place deep inside her and Nat exploded. The orgasm thrummed through her, making her shake.

  She was still fully in its hold when Chase stood and lifted her up. Her arms went around his neck. She loved how delicate she felt when one of them picked her up and hauled her close. She could be perfectly happy being carried around by one of them for the rest of her life. She’d never really liked the ground anyway. But she would like the bed upstairs. Nat was ready to settle in with Chase and hoped Ben got through with his work in record time.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

  “What?” Even as she asked the question, her legs worked their way around his waist, his hands cupping the cheeks of her ass as he pushed her up.

  “No time for bed. And I know you like to be picked up, sweetness. Let’s see how you like to be fucked.”

  With flawless accuracy, his cock sunk home.

  Nat gasped, all the air in her lungs fleeing. He was so big. He braced her with his hands on her ass, holding her while his cock foraged deep. He thrust up, working his dick in inch by delicious inch. Gravity pulled her down, impaling her on that monster cock. She held on, tightening her arms around his neck. Her nipples brushed his perfectly cut chest, nestling against him.

  His lips found hers as he moved her up and down, the muscles in his arms working.

  “You feel so fucking good, sweetness. Take me. Take me.” His eyes held hers.

  He wasn’t talking about his cock. He was talking about Chase Dawson, the good, the bad, the weird, the amazing. He was asking her to take him forever.

  “Yes. Take me, Chase. Take me.”

  “Always.” He pulled her down, shoving his cock balls deep. “You’re my sweetness.”

  His hips flexed as
his hands moved, his cock fucking in and pulling out. The whole process had started again, her clitoris banging against his pelvis, lighting up. She started climbing again, every thrust taking her closer to the edge.

  “God, that’s so fucking hot.” Ben walked in the room, his presence heightening her every nerve.

  Chase chuckled. “You couldn’t wait, could you?”

  Ben stood right beside them, fully dressed. His eyes trailed down, looking at her breasts, at the place where Chase’s cock disappeared into her body.

  “You watched me fuck her the first time. I get to watch, too. God, she’s beautiful. And you’re a fucking show-off. Make her come.”

  Chase smiled at his brother, looking happy and decadent. “I’ll make her come.”

  He doubled his efforts, grinding on her. He swiveled his hips, and she went over the edge again.

  Chase followed her, grunting, a sexy sound coming from his chest. He groaned as he held her, pumping cum deep inside her body.

  She slumped over, still holding on to him.

  “Oh, don’t think you’re done, yet.” Ben’s hands went under her, hauling her body off his brother’s. She looked up at him. His face was as hard as granite. “You’ve just started, Cotton Candy.”

  She was in for a long night.

  * * * *

  Ben carried her up the stairs, well aware that Chase was following behind. “You know what we need?”

  “I think I can handle it, brother.” Chase sounded more relaxed than he had in years, maybe ever.

  “Good because I want to prepare her.” To take them both. He wanted to get her in between them. He wanted to know without a doubt that she belonged to them. Of course, he was pretty sure some things had been ironed out between Chase and Natalie since Chase had been missing a very crucial piece of equipment. “And what’s with the bareback?”

  He could hear the smile on Chase’s face. “We’re getting married, and we’re not getting any younger.”