The Reluctant Submissive: Courage to Change [The Men of Treasure Cove 14] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 4

  Her breath came hard and fast as she held her pained cries in. And then he stopped for a moment, rustling behind her. The next second, she felt a cool, hard tip press between her pussy lips as the soft hum of the dildo’s vibrating attachment touched her sensitive clit. Violet bit down on the gag as pleasure coursed through her body.

  He pushed the head of the dildo between her lips, teasing her wet hotness with little flicks of his wrist, his hand tugging on her erect nipple, his hot groin rubbing against her hip. “Don’t stop watching, little flower,” he whispered seductively in her ear, running his tongue down her neck and over her shoulder, plunging the dildo deeper into her burning pussy. A dark, forbidden ache exploded between her legs.

  Violet watched as the dark and handsome man pushed the massive dildo in and of the woman’s pussy, its dark surface slick with her moisture. She bucked against its length, her clit grinding on the vibrating bullet. She begged for release, pleaded to come. The dark and handsome man only laughed and pulled the dildo out of her pussy, telling her, “Patience, you haven’t earned it yet.” He climbed onto the altar next to her and pulled her on top of him, his dick hard once again. He pushed her slowly down onto his massive, throbbing cock and she tossed her head back in a carnal groan. He grabbed her braid and yanked it back, brutally exposing her breasts to the ceiling. The blond man mounted the altar behind her and pushed her down on top of his partner, caressing her ass while the dark and handsome man slowly pumped in and out of her sopping pussy. The blond man pulled his own cock out and spit on it. He rubbed his shaft with long, languid strokes as he put a hand possessively on her ass, pulling one cheek to the side as he admired her tight, puckered hole.

  She jumped as he touched his finger to her tight hole, her head snapping back with fear. “No, not that, please,” she pleaded.

  “Little girls who fail to follow the rules must learn that their purpose and their pleasure is completely in the hands of their Master. I have been lenient too long, little one. You must be taught a lesson. You must give up everything. I’m not asking,” the dark and handsome man said as he grabbed her hips and impaled himself deeply in her.

  “Do you understand?” he asked with leveled calmness.

  “Yes, Master,” she replied, shame again dripping from her words.

  “That is what you need, my little flower,” the stranger whispered in her ear as he circled her clit and rubbed his groin against her ass cheeks. “Someone to take care of you, someone to watch out for you. Someone to save your life when you chose to throw it away.” Violet sucked in her breath around the ball gag as he ran one hand up her gloved right arm. He pushed the satin fabric up, revealing the jagged scar framed by over a dozen dots from the stitches needed to sew her life back together.

  “Someone to save you from yourself.” His voice ripped through her thoughts as her memories came crashing back.

  The blood had run hot and warm down her wrist as the icy November wind cut through her flimsy fleece. She stood on the bridge’s stonewalls for almost an hour, the rum singing in her veins, pulsing in her ears. Every misery, self-doubt, dark moment, every haunting jeer and joke at her expense kept playing like a broken record in front of her. She’d slit her wrist but figured jumping into the river while completely wasted was a good way to make sure she didn’t make it out of this life alive. But first she wanted to suffer, to actually rub her nose in her own failure, her own inability to function like a real human in the real world. She wanted to feel that searing self-loathing one last time, her constant companion all these years.

  Then he had rolled up in his black SUV, his hands held out in front of him as if to calm a frightened animal. He’d tried to call her back, to convince her to step off the bridge railing and into his arms. He promised he would get her help. He promised he could save her. He told her he couldn’t let her just die.

  All she said was she was sorry before she dove into the icy waters, hoping for purification and forgiveness, her head dizzy from the rum, her eyes blurred from the blood loss. They told her later that he had thrown himself off the bridge after her, despite his partner’s screamed objections. She didn’t remember even hitting the water, but it must have been like icy knives. She did remember him hovering over her as she lay shivering on the ground, the sound of the water rushing by mixing with the blood pounding in her ears. His voice was like gravel. His eyes were a stone gun-metal gray. His dark hair was unruly. He had a mouth that looked like it loved to laugh, but was made for kissing, and his hands, strong, lean hands that vigorously rubbed her arms, warming both of them with the friction. Hands designed to discipline, to soothe, to teach, to love.

  The stranger drove the vibrating dildo deeper between her lips, letting it slide through her velvety wetness. He groaned against her neck as he grabbed her breast roughly, clutching her against his hardened body. “Come back to me, my little flower. Step away from that dark place. Live once again. Let me show you what life is about. What love feels like. Trust me, little flower. I won’t ever let you wilt,” he said roughly, gently stroking her nipple.

  Violet felt a tidal wave of warmth rising from her pussy and her hips arched to take the dildo more deeply inside of her. She gripped the handholds tightly, afraid she might completely lose herself. Her little voice was silent, submitting to the undeniable desire coursing through her body. Her breath was fevered and fast around the ball gag as he spread her ass crack with one hand, pulling the dildo out for a moment. She felt him slide two fingers into her sopping pussy, gathering the wetness on his skin before he slowly slid the dildo back between her lips. “That’s right, my little flower, watch them take her as I make you come. Watch them as I make you feel once again.”

  The blond man stuck his fingers into the woman’s mouth, telling her to get them good and wet as he continued to stroke his own cock. Then he pulled her ass cheeks apart, spreading her wide open as the dark and handsome man slowly drove his dick into her pussy. The blond man pushed one soaking wet finger into her tight hole, slowly sliding it in one knuckle at a time. “Relax,” he murmured as a grimace flitted across her face.

  “Relax,” the stranger whispered to her as she felt his warm spit sliding down her own ass crack and his pussy-slicked fingers grazing over her own puckered asshole. Violet shook her head violently, the little voice once again loudly screaming at her.

  He leaned heavy against her, his hand gripping her throat, his breath hot in her ear. “This is going to happen, my little flower. Please relax and let me pleasure you as you have already shown me pleasure.” She heard him pulling something out of his pocket, his body still leaning against her. He brought his hand up in front of her face, showing her a clear plastic butt plug. “With your permission, my little flower,” he said as his other hand slowly inserted a finger into her tense asshole, sliding in on her juices and his spit. Violet couldn’t breathe as the discomfort turned to pain. “I need your permission, little flower,” he whispered sensually, and before Violet knew what she was doing, she nodded yes.

  Violet realized as she hissed in pain that the plug he was holding in front of her was wider than his fingers, flaring out at the base to almost two finger widths. He pushed his finger even deeper into her tight ass as he put the butt plug in his mouth, sucking greedily on it next to her ear. He pulled it out with a pop and then withdrew his finger from her tender hole, spitting again down her crack.

  “Relax, little flower, surrender to me. I’ll keep you safe. Trust me to know what you need.” His thumb returned to her clit, slowly grinding her back on to a rising pleasure tide. He slipped a finger into her drenched pussy and Violet rocked back and forth against his hand. He stepped between her legs as he bit at her shoulder with his hot mouth. He ran his tongue over her skin as he pressed the hard tip of the plug against her sensitive, tight hole, murmuring softly in her ear. He rhythmically pushed his finger into her wet pussy. He flicked her clit with increasing tempo as he slowly, agonizingly pushed the plug into her ass. He turned it in small circles, pull
ing it out and then pressing it back against her wet, puckered hole.

  A masculine groan from the chaise beyond the curtain caught her attention again as Violet let out a tiny gasp as he pushed the plug a little deeper into her ass. The dark and handsome man pulled the woman hard against his chest, catching her lips with his as he rubbed his hips against hers. The blond man slid a second finger deep into her ass and then a third, leveling a quick smack to her bruised cheeks when she stiffened. Violet could feel her own tight hole stretching painfully around the plug’s shaft, and could only imagine how intensely the woman’s pain and pleasure was with three large fingers pushing deep into her rectum.

  Violet felt herself growing even wetter as she watched the woman battle with her humiliation and desire. Her body violated, every hole abused in front of an audience of men who had their cocks out, pleasuring themselves to her submission. Violet groaned softly against her gag, trying to remember where she was and what was happening to her. She attempted to recover a shred of dignity, but the stranger ripped that away from her when he brought the vibrating dildo head back to her pussy, touching the head of her swollen lips. He forced her even more thoroughly over the rail so she barely kept her toes on the ground, her breasts now hanging over her bra cups, bouncing gently against her chest with every push of his hand.

  Violet could feel his eyes slowly devouring her exposed form, her pussy lips wet, sliding over the vibrating dildo, her ass raised up over the rail, the butt plug driving deeper into her core.

  Another moan escaped her lips.

  “Bite down on the gag if you must, little flower,” he said softly in her ear as he pushed the plug further into her ass. He forced her to bite down on the gag to keep from screaming in pain and pleasure.

  Violet felt like her nerves were on fire, her pussy was hot and sensitive to his touch, her ass aching in acceptance of the brutal invasion. She wanted more. She needed more. Violet bucked against his hand. She could feel the mounting surge of pleasure, could not believe the exquisite pain and ecstasy she felt as he penetrated her ass and pussy simultaneously. She was so close, so close, to the edge of reality.

  “Listen very carefully, my little flower,” he murmured, nipping at her earlobe. “Don’t come unless I say so.”

  He pulled the plug out of her ass with a sucking sound and slowed the rhythm of the dildo in her pussy. Violet felt her oncoming orgasm diminish and she felt an emptiness, a dirty need, in her ass. “And don’t worry, little flower. I won’t make love to you until you beg me for it. Which I know you can’t do with a gag in your mouth.” He chuckled, then added, “But someday you will, and I will show you what it truly means to belong to me. But this night isn’t about me. It’s about you, and you trusting me, my touch, the feel of my hands, and the exquisite torture I can’t wait to show you.”

  As if on cue, the blond man demanded the woman beg for it, beg for his cock in her ass. “Say it,” he said firmly, his hand once again stroking his dick.

  “Please, Sir, please, fuck me in the ass with your cock,” she cried out as the dark and handsome man drove himself more fully into her pussy.

  “Good girl,” he said, kissing her roughly on the mouth as he raised her ass up so the blond man could mount her.

  The stranger started sliding the dildo in and out of her pussy again, turning up the speed on the vibrator, but Violet felt only a mounting frustration. She was so close just a moment ago and now her pussy was so sensitive she couldn’t get the dildo deep enough. She could feel the throbbing ache in her ass, begging for more. She wanted to scream in frustration. He pushed her down against the rail, slamming the dildo in and out of her abused pussy. He yanked her head back, forcing her to look at the scene in front of her.

  The blond man rubbed his dick against the woman’s hole, pushing in and out slowly, listening to her agonized cries of pleasure mingled with pain. Violet’s own moans twisted her own lust and desire even deeper and she grinded her hips against the dildo. He laughed softly, and then she felt the hard, plastic tip of the plug pressing against her puckered hole, her breath caught in anticipation. He kissed her shoulder, turning the vibrator on full speed, pushing her back to the edge with every deep thrust of the dildo.

  Violet watched as the blond man slowly slid his dick further into the woman’s ass. He dragged it out and then pushed in even deeper, all the while the dark and handsome man thrusted into her from underneath. Her strangled cries of pained ecstasy drove Violet to the breaking point. She continued to grind against the dildo, wishing with silent humiliation that she could beg him for release. He slipped the tip of the butt plug into her already tightening hole, teasing her before he pulled it out again. She felt as if she was going to split apart at the seams as her breasts bounced against her chest, cold air slipping across her taut nipples. Her hands and arms stretched out in front of her, useless. The dildo was deep inside her pussy, the vibrations massaging her clit in a frenzied dance as he ran the tip of the plug around the rim of her asshole, spitting once again onto its puckered surface.

  The woman threw her head back in a carnal scream as the blond man lost control and slammed his cock deep into her tight anus. He grabbed her tits, kneading them with aggressive fury as he matched the dark and handsome man’s fervent tempo. Violet watched as the blond man ultimately mounted her from behind like a dog, his body entwining entirely with his lovers, the edges of where he ended and they began blurring.

  Violet felt herself at the precipice again, waiting to fall again into the river, under his spell. Her orgasm built with an intensity she’d never known, waiting to be unleashed. But no matter how hard she fucked the dildo, she couldn’t find her release. And then he said it, what she need to hear.

  “Come for me, my little flower,” he whispered in her ear as he pushed the dildo all the way to the hilt inside of her wet pussy. The plug prodded the outside of her slick asshole.

  She wanted to come. God, she needed to come.

  Violet watched as the dark and handsome man grabbed the woman’s hips and buried himself deep inside her cunt. The blond man slammed his dick fully into her now-gaping asshole as he pushed his face into her hair as he squeezed her breasts.

  Violet could see their orgasm start to sweep over them. The woman’s last scream of utterly deranged ecstasy covered Violet’s own as her stranger shoved the butt plug all the way to the base into her tight, sensitive ass, throwing her over the edge. The dildo plunged in and out of her pussy. Violet forgot to bite down as stars exploded in front of her eyes and liquid fire burned down through her toes.

  She went limp, losing hold of the grips, almost falling over the rail, but there he was again. Ready to catch her. Ready to save her. He rapidly loosened the ropes, unstrapped the ball gag, and eased her to the floor. He kissed the top of her head so tenderly, so reverently, Violet thought she might actually cry as she looked up into his beautiful face.

  “Find me, my little flower. Come to me,” were the last words he said as he disappeared through the curtains. It was then that Violet realized he wasn’t wearing a mask.

  Chapter Three

  Gabriel Sexton sat behind his large mahogany desk the next morning, going over the latest quarterly reports for the Pleasure Cave and wondering why he was even fretting, when his brother Alexander Ellis barged in. Not bothering to look up, he kept reading report after report, waiting for Alex to say whatever it was that he deemed necessary for him to interrupt. Gabriel loved his brother, he really did, but there were times he wished he were truly an only child. Nevertheless, that fact was no longer plausible, thanks to their biological father's extramarital conquests. Not only was Alexander his half-brother, but also recently, they discovered that they had not only one but also two half-sisters. One of his sisters, Hazel Montgomery, had recently married two of his best friends, Steven and Neil Connor, in a grand ceremony that he paid for. He didn’t mind the cost and was genuinely happy to do so, even if he was now officially related to the Connor Brothers.

  Trying his be
st to ignore his large lookalike, Gabriel continued to skim through papers when the door slammed open again and in walked the love of his life, his little bird, Antoinette Sexton-Ellis.

  “Did you tell him?” his beautiful wife asked quickly, gasping for air.

  “Not yet,” Alexander replied dryly. “I’m waiting for His Highness to acknowledge me.”

  “Hell, Alex, you’ll be standing there all day. Let me show you how to get his attention.”

  Gabriel smirked, knowing damn well how his wife intended to get his attention.

  “Little bird, why are you not in bed where I left you?” Gabriel asked, trying desperately to ignore the fact that she was naked and leaning over his desk, giving him a beautiful view of her voluminous breasts. Motherhood really suited his wife and her body was mesmerizing because of it.

  “Because, Gabe,” she began sweetly. “I refuse to wait another dang minute when you’re too busy to take care of what you said you would do. Alex tried to finish, then he got a call, and then he left me hanging. I swear if this is how it’s going to be from now on, I will find one of those hot boys downstairs that knows how to finish the job!”

  “The hell you will,” Alex stated firmly. “It wasn’t my fault I got the call when I did. I was more than willing to finish the job.”

  “Uh huh,” she replied, rolling her eyes.

  Sighing, Gabriel put down his papers and gave his family his undivided attention. “I am sorry, Antoinette. I will be more vigilant next time. When I finish these reports, you can show me how to correctly diaper our daughter. And, Alex, what was so important that you felt the need to barge in my office and interrupt my day?”

  “He found her!” Annie shouted with glee.