The Reluctant Submissive: Accepting the Change [The Men of Treasure Cove 15] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 10

  She trembled a little as the cold bottle went in and out of her cunt. Violet got lost in the sensations. All of this had put her brain on hold and her hormones into the driver’s seat. All she wanted to do was come, and not with bottle inside of her. She wanted him inside her, his cock filling her up as he fucked her relentlessly, driving her ass into the bed. But the cold bottle was good enough to satisfy that need for the moment. She wiggled her hips, trying to get the bottle to hit the right spot for her. He rolled it and turned it inside her as she moved with the rhythm of it. He lifted his hand off of her mouth and leaned down to kiss her as she continued to work the bottle into her cunt. She responded to his kiss like she hadn’t been kissed in a long time. Passion, desire, pleasure, and the pure wickedness of it all was channeled through her lips to his and for a moment his will and control cracked. He growled deep in his throat as he paused with the bottle.

  Violet’s heart leapt with glee, knowing that she could get to him.

  He broke the kiss and put the blindfold back on, and the bottle was pulled away from her body. His fingertips toyed with her skin as she lay there wondering what would come next. Her mouth was coerced into opening by his fingers, and a piece of cloth was shoved in, effectively gagging her. She tasted something familiar on it.

  It was his pre-cum.

  He stuck his boxers into her mouth. She moaned in pleasure at the taste and the feel of the gag in her mouth. She felt his lips, his tongue, and his teeth on her skin as he kissed, caressed and nibbled on her body. He sucked her nipples into his mouth and tongued swirls around each one. His fingers dug into her skin as they slid around her body and she moaned into her gag. He had total control over her right again, what she felt, what she thought, and she loved it. He was playing her like a piano, getting muffled moans with every caress.

  She had no idea how much time had passed as his insistent, teasing torture continued. Lost in the sensations of his tongue on her skin, his teeth on her neck, and his fingers stroking her pussy and, of course, still blindfolded and gagged, all Violet knew was that she was so horny and wanted his cock inside her. Writhing on the bed, the straps holding her down, it had been a long time since she felt this helpless and out of control, and she loved every moment of it.

  The gag was removed and so was the blindfold. The first thing she saw was his hard cock in her face.

  “Open up, Violet,” Tristan commanded.

  Obediently, Violet opened her mouth a little as Tristan forced his dick into her mouth. He grabbed her head and pulled her hair while pushing his member deeper into her. She gagged a little but readjusted to take it all in as he fucked her face. The taste of his cock was heavenly at this moment and the roughness he was using was just causing her pussy to drip more and more. His cock was pushing into her mouth as her tongue moved against it. She was doing her best to lick it. She had gotten him to come in her mouth many times and she was dying for the taste of him again. However, something told her that he would never let that happen tonight. His control over her was complete and she was his little play toy to do with as he wanted.

  “God damn, Violet, you suck a mean cock, don’t you?” he asked, rhetorically.

  She couldn’t speak or nod even, but she loved the sound of that.

  “My little flower, I bet you just want me to fuck you hard and fast until I come. I may even let you come, too, little one. Would you like that, Violet?”

  His cock slipped in and out of her mouth as he continued face-fucking her. He turned her on so much when he talked dirty to her, and she really wanted to say something back but she couldn’t. Instead, she moaned as best as she could in agreement. Tristan pulled his stiff member out of her mouth after going deep into her throat. She tried to keep it in or get it back, but she couldn’t with his grip on her hair. She pouted.

  “Now, now, you know those cute little eyes of yours won’t work on me, baby,” he said smugly as he slid his body down hers.

  The head of his cock glided up and down her pussy as he stared at her expectantly. She knew what he wanted, and she knew what he wanted her to say but she decided to be a brat and kept her mouth shut. He stared at her and saw the look of stubbornness on her face. It was one of the things that always irritated her the most. He knew how to read her. Tristan chuckled, then shook his head sadly and slapped her inner thigh. It stung, but Violet kept quiet. He reached over and pulled out his black leather belt. Climbing off the bed, he untied her legs and held them tightly against him, holding them up so her ass was exposed.

  The belt slapped against her ass, hard and fast. Yelping a little, Violet felt the welt immediately start to form as she felt every inch of the ridged, black leather. He slammed it against her ass again and again, bringing yelps and moans from her with every blow. Part of the belt caught her pussy, causing a groan to escape her lips. The belt slapped into her more than she could bear, forcing something out of her, her submission.

  “Tristan!” She managed to get out.

  “Yes, baby? You have something to say?”

  “Fuck me. Please, I need your cock in me.” She stared up at him pleadingly.

  Tristan set her legs back down and kept the belt in his hand as he climbed back onto the bed. Climbing on top of her, he pushed himself between her legs and slid his cock into her, hard and fast. He wrapped the belt around her neck as he fucked her. His cock filled her pussy as he pounded it into her. Violet moaned with pleasure as she wrapped her legs around him. Pushing on his ass, she tried to make him fuck her deeper and harder. The belt tightened lightly as he fucked her little wet pussy, but she failed to control his pace. He resisted her.

  “Fuck me harder, Tristan. I need you. I hurt. Please, fuck me,” she gasped and moaned out as she struggled to get her arms free.

  She wanted him deeper and closer, she wanted to possess him as he owned her right now.

  “My beautiful little flower. I love you,” he whispered into her ear, as his cock hammered into her cunt. Violet knew she wouldn’t last long under his relentless assault of her pussy. Refusing to give in to it and have this end, she tried to contain herself as he continued to fuck her. She was so hot and horny and all of him felt so good. She was helpless and out of control which apparently was the point of all of this. She had been too wound up lately. He was offering her a chance at release. To let everything go and just be in the moment. She wanted to kick herself because apparently he hadn’t been ignoring her. He knew her better than she knew herself.

  As his dick slammed into her, Tristan ground his cock deep inside her. That was all it took as he started to send her over the top.

  “I need to come!” She screamed out as Tristan ignored her pleas. He continued to fuck her more, grinding his cock into her.

  “Tristan!” She managed to get out without losing her sanity.

  “Come.” He growled. “Come for me now, Violet!”

  With his words, Violet came so hard, her pussy gushed like it hadn’t in a long, long time. Part of it made her ashamed, but part of it made her even hotter that he had this power over her. She felt him come right after she did, deep inside her womb. When she felt the last pulse of his cock, Tristan smiled and loosened the belt. He kissed her softly, stroking her cheek.

  “I do love you, Violet,” he said, running his fingers through her hair.

  She smiled up at him and kissed his cheek.

  “I love you, too,” she whispered quietly then smirked. “I want more.”

  Tristan laughed softly. “We have all night, baby.”

  Chapter Nine

  “I don’t have all night, Barbie!” Charlotte shouted at the petrified Morgana Santos. Sasha was in complete awe of the hell kitten. If ever she decided to seek out employment as an interrogator, he knew she would succeed wonderfully. However, her tactics were a little less than desired, but he didn’t care. Charlotte was getting the information they all needed to find the person responsible for the e-mails.

  “Now Charlie, we have to do this nicely.” Ms. Grey smiled innoc
ently at Charlotte. Sasha just rolled his eyes. Sonja Grey didn’t have an innocent bone in her body. The woman was a tiger when the mood suited her, and she was capable of being the most ruthless woman on the planet. He should know, because the woman had worked for him for years. She wasn’t sweet to anyone. She was hard, calculating, and determined. So seeing her look so damn innocent was almost as unnerving as seeing the cute, petite hell kitten go all ballistic on Morgana.

  Talk about an oxymoron!

  To make matters worse, it was like Sonja and Charlotte were long-lost twins or something. It was freaking him and the others in the room out. If Sasha didn’t know any better, he’d swear on a stack of bibles that the two women planned out this charade, down to the last detail. They barely spoke to each other, yet when they did, it was like they knew what the other was thinking. Having one hell kitten in Treasure Cove was bad enough, but to have a vicious tiger in their midst, well that was just plain scary.

  “But she ain’t sayin’ shit, Sonja. Just let me hit her once. I promise I’ll make it quick,” Charlotte pleaded with Sonja. Sasha prayed Ms. Grey kept a level head about the situation and denied the hell kitten her retribution, but when Ms. Grey just simply nodded, Sasha knew he was going to have to intervene. He wanted the information more than anyone else in the room, but he wasn’t going to stand by and let Charlotte Connelly beat it out of the woman.

  The second Charlotte stepped forward, Morgana started singing, loudly. “Stop! Keep that crazy woman away from me. I’ll talk.”

  “See now.” Sonja grinned. “I knew she’d talk.”

  “I still want to hit her.” Charlotte pouted.

  “There’s still time, Charlie. She may clam up again.”

  Charlotte smiled and looked at Morgana. “Oh please do.”

  “Now,” Ms. Grey sweetly said. “Please start at the beginning.”

  However, Morgana had other plans. Sasha should have known the vicious bitch wouldn’t give in so easily. So, when the woman turned to look at him, Sasha braced himself for whatever vile words were about to spew from her mouth. “You stupid motherfucker. All you had to do was do your job, but instead you had to go and get all moral. Everything was going as planned and you went and fucked it all up by going legit. Do you know how much money you cost me? Millions! I should sue you and Tristan for everything you’ve done. Instead, I’m stuck here in bum-fucking-cow-country, trying save your ass and mine. And what do I get for all of my efforts, a fucking lunatic with a penchant for blood and your psychopathic bitch secretary trying to fucking torture me. You should have left her in the gutter where she belonged, Gabriel. Sasha was the best procurer in the world, and you screwed up when you saved her. He doesn’t like people interfering or taking what belongs to him. I guess it doesn’t matter now. Once Pavlov gets his hands on her, nothing, not even Tristan is going to be able to save her, and I will be here to pick up the pieces.”

  “Can I hit her now?” Charlotte grumbled.

  Sasha looked over at Gabriel. When his friend turned to stare at him, they both knew this wasn’t just about him and his past. It was also about Gabriel and what he did.

  This whole shitstorm was about Violet.

  “Hang on,” Sonja replied. “This cunt isn’t done talking.”

  “Fuck you, Sonja. I know all about you and your past,” Morgana yelled. “Does Sasha know? Does Tristan? You’re very good at what you do. I’m sure your father is proud. Would you like me to tell everyone what you really are? It would be my pleasure to do so.”

  Sasha and everyone else in the room quieted instantly and listened as Sonja leaned forward and whispered softly, “You’re good. I’ll give you that. So, you know what I am. I knew I couldn’t keep my secret forever. You should also know that I never stopped working for them. That’s right, you stupid idiot, I never left. Would you like me to show you what I can really do? I would be delighted to show you. I’ll do it so fast you won’t even know what hit you. One minute you’ll be sitting there blubbering and the next you’ll be holding your tongue. So which is it, Morgana? Are you going to talk now or shall I show what I can really do?”

  “Sonja, enough,” Greyson Prescott said, firmly grabbing her by the arm. All eyes turned to the large, quiet man who stayed hidden in the shadows with his brothers. Sasha had actually forgotten they were in the room. He didn’t know much about the Prescott Brothers, and Ms. Grey was unable to dig deep into their past. So whoever they were, what they did, and why they were here was unknown, until now. “You’re blown.”

  “So what! This bitch has the answers we need. I am not letting her get away until she talks. We are so close, Prescott.”

  “I understand that, but it’s over for you now. Too many people heard her and what you said.”

  “Greyson, please. I can get the information out of her.”

  “And then what? You can’t go after him. If she knows, then so does Pavlov. He is the primary. You can’t go anywhere near him. He will be waiting for you.”

  “I didn’t work all these years just to be taken off this case!”

  “It’s not your call. It’s mine. I’m sorry, Sonja,” Greyson Prescott simply said.

  Sasha’s head was spinning. He couldn’t think. His mind was in a whirl of chaos. Too much information at once. His assistant wasn’t his assistant. She was something else, something far more worrisome. Hell, he didn’t know for sure who or what she was.

  For the last ten years, Sonja Grey has worked alongside him. She knew every detail about him, his company, his private life, and that of Tristan Summerfield. Sasha trusted her with everything. There wasn’t a single thing Sonja didn’t know about him. Yet, looking at her now, Sasha wasn’t sure he knew the woman, or wanted to. Sonja Grey wasn’t who she led everyone to believe she was.

  “Sonja?” Sasha said, needing her to say something, anything. “What’s going on?”

  “Yes, please, Ms. Grey. Enough of this. If you know something, you need to tell us,” Gabriel said, standing next to him.

  When Sonja looked at Greyson and he nodded, Sonja turned back to him and Gabriel and said, “This isn’t just about Violet, Sasha, or your past. It’s about a man who you once had contact with. Before I came to work for you, the CIA knew about you, but we decided…”

  “We?” Gabriel interrupted.

  “The CIA decided that you were just a pawn. It was the man behind the mask we were after. Does the name Sean Forbes ring any bells?”

  Hazel gasped, her hand immediately going to her mouth. Gabriel rushed over to her, wrapping his arms around her, trying to soothe her. Calmly he said, “He can’t hurt you anymore, baby, I swear. He’s in jail, remember?”

  Sasha’s heart broke as tears pooled in her eyes. “What if he got out, Gabriel? I can’t go through that again. I’ve been happy. I haven’t looked over my shoulder in years. I can’t go back to living that way. I need Steven and Neil. Someone call my husbands!” While Gabriel comforted his sister, Sasha turned to Sonja and said, “Continue, now.”

  Greyson Prescott spoke first. “Sean Forbes was a drug dealer by trade. He was good at what he did and covered his tracks well. In all honesty, he wasn’t on anyone’s radar until he got greedy. When Forbes started moving women across international waters, well that put him in a whole new league. He went from a petty drug dealer in South Florida to an international human trafficker. We needed to find out who his buyer was. So we planted a man inside his compound. I believe the name West should ring a bell. Well, after the showdown at the Double Deuce, West got wind of who Forbes was using to move the women out of the country.”

  “And?” Sasha roared, hating all of this. However, when Greyson turned to look at his brothers, Zander, Dew, and Ember moved closer to Cami. “I’m so sorry, Camellia. If we had known sooner. Please forgive us,” Greyson whispered solemnly and then said, “Forbes was using a man named Jacques Boudreaux.”

  “Oh God.” Camellia gasped, turning into Zander, Dew, and Ember for comfort.

  “I was tasked with
following Forbes. That’s why I was in jail,” Greyson added before Zander spoke up. “When Greyson followed Forbes, my brothers and I headed to Louisiana with West, in the hopes of stopping Boudreaux. However, when we got there, he was already gone. West hightailed it back to Florida and met up with three more men, to make sure Boudreaux didn’t show his face there. While my brothers and I were in Louisiana, we got wind of Pavlov. We almost had him, too, when he arrived personally to acquire a particular package. We never knew what that package was, but we knew it was big. Something to do with a state senator. But all leads went cold.”

  “Ethan.” Cami sobbed. “He was after Ethan. Ethan is the biological son of Senator Masterson. He wanted Ethan killed so he could make a run for the presidency. Richard found out and threatened to expose him.”

  “You mean to tell me that Uncle Thomas was going to kill his own son?” Zander asked, shocked.

  “Yes,” Cami clearly replied. “He had an affair with my mother. When my mom got pregnant, my father whisked us away. My mom died in childbirth. I raised Ethan as my own. Shortly after Ethan’s birth, my father forced me to marry Boudreaux. I didn’t know Jacques had my dad killed until Richard told me. When Jacques came looking for Ethan, Richard almost died protecting him, but Duke, Jake, and Nelson killed him.”

  “Well, that explains that mystery,” Ember said, looking at Zander.

  “Yes, but that doesn’t explain how all of this has to do with Violet. So, as much as I appreciate the trip down memory lane, could you please get to the point?” Sasha insisted more harshly than he intended.

  “The point of all of this is Sergio Pavlov,” Dew stated. “He’s been on the CIA Most Wanted list for years. Every time we get close the man disappears, and generally takes a woman with him. He’s been trafficking women for years, and we need to stop him.”