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

by Rebecca Joyce

  Violet moaned when she saw his cock, stiff and hard, his balls full and heavy.

  “Tell me to stop, Violet, and I will,” he muttered.

  Violet could no more tell him no than she could tell herself she wasn’t ready. For some reason, Sasha had awakened her and she wanted to see what he was going to do next. She needed to know where this all ended.

  Shaking her head, Violet braced herself for the intrusion.

  Sasha positioned his cock at her entrance, pulled her legs wider, and took a deep breath. Holding her breath, she caught his stare. Their eyes locked, and with an urgent need, he slowly drove his cock into her tight tunnel, his breath exploding as he groaned. It was the most exquisite feeling she’d ever felt. There was no harshness, no pain, no tearing. Just tenderness and a complete fullness she’d never felt before.

  Every pulse, every tremor, she felt his cock slide deeper into her core. Her muscles squeezed and released of their own accord as he held still, letting her adjust to the size of him before he buried himself to the hilt. She never took his eyes off his lustful gaze as he started to slowly move in and out of her. The look of sheer bliss that fell over him caused her to shudder violently. She knew he was trying to be gentle with her and she appreciated that. But the desperate desire for hunger was too much. “Please, Sasha, I need more.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You can’t hurt what’s already broken. I want to feel again. Make me feel.”

  Sasha growled as he started to move. Violet grabbed hold of his wrist as he started to pound her pussy, tip to base, tip to base, feeling his cock grow. Deeper and harder, he took her quivering cunt relentlessly. She watched in amazement as his cock delved at her entrance, and then absolute heaven washed over her as he pushed in. Her muscles trembled. She bit her bottom lip as she stared into his eyes. She felt as if he could see right into her, see her deepest desires.

  She saw the look that came over his face like a mask as he started to fuck her mercilessly. His cock became a battering ram that broke through her delicate vaginal walls. She tensed, feeling those familiar feelings of degradation, pain, and horror slowly surface. Then, as if they were never there, they vanished when he whispered her name, “Violet.”

  Blinking, she looked into his eyes. “Look at me, little flower. See what you do to me. See how you make me come alive.”

  Her eyes locked with his once again as he hammered into her. She screamed, over and over, as her body bucked under his, as she lost herself deep within his fathomless gaze.

  She felt the change in his body but was still unprepared for his violent orgasm. He grabbed her tighter, holding her beneath him as his cock impaled her, her walls crushing his cock as she spiraled into her own climax. His own screams mixed with hers as he exploded within her, his heavy balls letting loose their torrent of seed. She felt his cock harden and rupture as he erupted like a volcano within her. He gripped her so tightly it hurt his fingers, and her cunt continued to milk his cock.

  As one, their bodies seemed to settle, passion spent, muscles weary. He let go of her legs but stayed buried inside her. His breathing started to slow and even out, as did hers. They stared at each other as if seeing each other for the first time. A smile played over his lips as he found his voice. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  Violet’s laugh resonated around the room as he pulled his throbbing cock from her tightness and pulled her up to meet his lips in a kiss. “I should be asking you that question, and no, you didn’t hurt me.”

  A smile crinkled the skin around his eyes as he teased, “You were a little kitten, weren’t you?”

  “I don’t know about that.” She smiled back. Helping her under the covers, he lay next to her, his arms wrapped around her protectively. “I should have waited. I’m sorry for my abrupt behavior. When I looked into your eyes in the limousine, something just came over me. I couldn’t explain it. I hope I didn’t scare you.”

  “A little at first. It’s not every day I walk into a room and find a man hiding in the shadows, but I knew you wouldn’t hurt me,” she said, curling herself into his warmth. “So what happens next?”

  “I still think I need to court you. You need to feel comfortable with me, and then there is Tristan.”

  Violet sighed, sitting up and wrapping her arms around her knees. “Is he okay?”

  “He will be.”

  “Who was that woman, Sasha?”

  “She is of no importance, Violet. Don’t worry about her.”

  “She wasn’t a very nice woman.”

  “You’re very kind. That woman doesn’t have a nice bone in her body. She’s is a viper and I’m appalled you had to be exposed to her,” he replied, pulling her backdown into his embrace. Violet had to admit, she did like his warmth. Snuggling closer, she let her body relax and get accustomed to the feel of him. He was truly a man. Strong, muscular, and very virile. He was stunning naked, and caring. She liked that about him. Not many men she’d met in her lifetime, besides a small few, were like Sasha. Yet she barely knew him and felt comfortable in his presence. He still scared her at times, but she was willing to give whatever this was a try. Kelly told her the only way she was going to get over her past was to learn to trust someone again.

  “What are you thinking about?” Sasha asked, interrupting her thoughts.

  “Trust,” she replied. “Kelly told me that I needed to learn to trust again before I could move on with my life.”

  “And what have you decided?”

  “I’ve decided that’s she’s right. If I want to live. If I want my dream, then I am going to have to trust someone.”

  “That’s good advice. Anyone I know?”

  “Well, considering what we already done, I thought I’d trust you.”

  “That’s good news.”

  “Is it?” she asked, looking up at him. When he smiled, she found herself on her back with him over her again. “Oh, yes. Then you won’t be surprised when I do this,” he said as he took her mouth again, in a soft, seductive kiss that curled her toes.

  Kissing Violet was like tasting heaven if heaven had a taste. Her soft, full lips were like fully ripe cherries just plucked from a tree, still moist and juicy in the morning dew. Her innocence was intoxicating, and her gentleness was that of a baby lamb. She was timid and shy, but he thought those traits were endearing. She had beguiled him.

  When they arrived at the penthouse earlier, he didn’t intend to go straight to her room. He knew she’d already been through and seen enough that she was going to need to process, but he couldn’t get the look she gave him in the limousine out of his mind. She wanted to kiss him, but something stopped her and, of course, Tristan chose that moment to show up. He thought about that look the whole way home, and before he knew it, he was standing in her bedroom, waiting for her arrival.

  He never meant to scare her, but he needed to see that look one more time. He had to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. And when she didn’t stop him, he was gone. He spiraled down into the rabbit’s hole and prayed that no one would ever save him.

  Coming up for air, he smiled down at her, his grin heating his face as her smile warmed his heart. He did that for her. Something so small, so insignificant, yet he felt like he could soar into the sky like Superman.

  “Are you sore?”

  “No.”

  “Good.” He kissed her nose and got up from the bed.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I’ll be right back.” He smiled mischievously as he opened her door. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” Rushing down the hall, Sasha entered his room. Heading to his closet, he found what he was looking for and quickly returned to find her sitting in the middle of her bed.

  “What is that?” she asked, looking at his hand.

  “A surprise,” he said, hoping he wasn’t pushing her too far. He wanted to try something with her. She’d been so responsive the night of the mask. He knew she was scared, but she never let her fear completely take hold.
He wondered if it was one thing in particular, or the whole lifestyle that scared her? Something had happened to her in her past, that was for sure, and he wasn’t going to push her until he had all the facts, but this he could do. It was something simple, something he could give her. He did it before and Sasha prayed she’d let him do it again.

  Holding up the two objects in his hand, he asked. “Remember these?”

  Violet’s eyes widened as they looked upon a black silk mask and a small silver bullet. Simple items by themselves, but Sasha knew, for Violet, they would be a test. A simple leap of faith on her part, allowing him to take her back to the place she was the night before. Though the masks were gone, as was the illusion of anonymity, he was betting that her desire to feel once more won.

  Moving closer to the bed, he took it as a good sign that she didn’t back away. She was still relaxed, but her eyes remained fixed on the items in his hands. It was a long shot, but he wanted to try. He could help her if she let him. She just had to trust him.

  Sitting on the bed next to her, he placed the items before her, letting her see that they were harmless. That the items themselves were no danger to her.

  Reaching out, she touched the black silk mask. “It’s soft.”

  “Yes, it is.”

  She then touched a little silver bullet. Picking it up in her hands, she let it roll around before closing her hand around it. “It’s cold.”

  “At first, yes.”

  “You want to use these on me?”

  “Not on you, with you, yes.”

  “Why?”

  “I want to show you that your past doesn’t define you. It’s what you do in the present and in the future that will make you the woman you want to be. All of us have pasts we’re not proud of, or we’re scared of. It’s what we do with that knowledge that allows us to overcome our fears.”

  “What if I can’t?”

  “What if you can and you’re just scared?”

  “I am scared,” she whispered, placing the bullet back on the bed.

  “Do you trust me?”

  Violet’s head snapped to his and their eyes locked. That was the million dollar question. Sasha knew Violet could make love, she’d just proven that. But what he wanted to show her was that BDSM wasn’t just about pain and degradation. It was about love and trust. He wanted to show her that the lifestyle was more than two adults beating each other to get off. That was not BDSM. BDSM was about consenting adults who trusted one another, who both talked and discussed what each other needed to reach their optimum level of desire.

  Anyone could make love, he knew she believed that, but for the small few who lived in the lifestyle, making love was more than general intercourse. The partners trusted each other, believed in each other, allowing them to cede control to the other as they both journeyed to the place they desired. Sasha wanted to show her that. To give her something she could compare, something she could remember, but more than that, something she could enjoy.

  “You won’t hit me?”

  “I would never hit you, Violet. Not in the way you are thinking.”

  “I don’t want to be hurt again.”

  “I promise you, I will never hurt you.”

  Violet took a deep breath and whispered, “Okay.”

  Smiling, Sasha took the black silk mask, leaned closer, and placed it over her eyes. She didn’t flinch when the silk made contact, but her body was stiff, as if bracing herself for something ominous. Easing her fears, he lightly kissed her plump lips and then whispered, “It’s just me. Only you and I are in this room. If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say the word, and it all ends immediately.”

  “I know.”

  Helping her to lay back down, Sasha positioned her in the middle of the bed. Sitting back, he admired her beauty, wondering what he ever did to get so damn lucky. There was so much he wanted to show her, to experience with her, but before he could do any of that, he needed her complete trust. He was off to a good start, but gaining such a gift from her was going to take time. Time was something of a commodity, and for some reason, he had a gut feeling he was on borrowed time. Ignoring the portentous feeling, Sasha reached for the vibrator and started to play with her.

  The silent vibrations caressed her skin as he placed the tip of the vibrator on her nipple. It hardened immediately. Violet moaned, arching into it. Sasha continued to use the vibrator to tease her, wanting her to get right to the edge. He worked slowly to build the anticipation. She was completely naked. He loved how her hair flowed around her face as she writhed around on the bed. Moving the little bullet lower, Sasha smiled as Violet willingly opened her legs. He knew what she wanted, yet he wasn’t ready to give it to her yet.

  Violet moaned loudly. He was teasing her, torturing her, and she loved every minute of it. Sasha was gentle with her, taking his time, allowing her to feel every touch. The next thing Violet was aware of was being lifted up off the bed. She felt as if she were floating in the air. She was feeling very warm and comfortable, cradled as he held her in his arms. Her brain felt sluggish, but she was dimly aware he was carrying her somewhere.

  “How are you feeling, little flower?” he asked seriously.

  “Wonderful.” She grinned weakly.

  “Too much?” He sounded concerned as she felt him sit down. The next thing she heard was water running, and she knew he’d carried her into the bathroom.

  “No.”

  “Good,” he replied as he lowered her down into the hot water. Leaning her forward, she felt a warm rag rub down her back and arms, as he massaged and thoroughly washed her at the same time. He worked over her entire back and then leaned forward, reaching around her shoulders and began the same methodical massage down her front. Violet had never had anyone give her a bath before. It was soothing, intimate, something she hadn’t ever experienced. It was new, exciting, and so far, she loved it.

  The slow and sensuous way he took his time on each breast, rubbing and brushing her nipples until they were both pebbled hard. When she was well cleaned, and clearly getting turned on, he guided her to lay back in the tub, resting her head on the back edge. She felt as if she were in a spa, remembering the one time Kelly invited her to Phoebe’s Pleasure Fingers in Celestial. She’d never been given such treatment before in her life. It was magical. Though Phoebe just gave her a massage, this was so much more. Every pass of the washcloth felt as if he were massaging her body, heightening her senses, tantalizing her.

  She heard a soft splash into the water, then realized it was his hand as he lifted one leg, then the other. He continued the unhurried massage with the soapy cloth that was both so relaxing and erotically arousing at the same time. He continued up to the tops of her thighs, parting her legs to work the cloth into every fold and crevice just under the water, cleaning her thoroughly while making her a bit short of breath at the same time with his gentle stroking.

  She lay there, panting slightly, as a low stream of warm water started to pour over her. With a hand behind her shoulders, he had her slide forward slightly and drop her head back further as he rinsed water through her hair. No one had ever washed her hair before.

  With one hand, he generously lathered her hair with shampoo. The smell of vanilla rose around her as he gently massaged her scalp. He even paid attention the ends, making sure they were clean before using the showerhead to give her hair a thorough rinse.

  Once Sasha had finished with her hair, he gently guided her again, this time to get up on her knees in the water. His hands turned her to face the front of the tub, or at least she thought it was, but since she still had on the blindfold she wasn’t sure. With her legs as far apart as they could be, he rinsed her head to toe with the showerhead while letting the soapy water drain out of the tub, rinsing around her legs and knees. He took his time aiming the pulsing jets up between her spread knees. He ran his other hand over her wet nipples, teasing and playing with them while the water jets played over and over her, making her gasp and shiver.

  T
he jets started to get stronger as the water alternated a pulsing pattern. He moved the showerhead directly between her legs to spray her most sensitive places. Then he put her hand on the handle.

  “Hold it right there, little flower, and don’t move.”

  Violet drew a shuddering breath and nodded, wordlessly obeying as she felt his hand start to run over her ass, kneading and massaging. The shower jets pulsed back and forth over her, making her pant slightly.

  His massage went lower until his fingers slid between her thighs and two fingers slipped easily into her already dampening pussy. He moved his fingers in and out slowly while his other hand still played with her nipples. Violet struggled to keep the shower jets in place, breathing harder and harder between her soft moans.

  He was torturing her as he occasionally dropped his hand from her nipples to reposition the showerhead until she gasped again. He kept his other hand between her legs, sliding his fingers into her cunt, twisting and moving them before sliding them back out again. He pushed a third finger inside her as he readjusted the showerhead once more.

  Violet started to shake slightly, leaning against the wall of the tub as she emitted a low, feral moan. Sasha dropped his hand from her breasts to take control of the showerhead. Violet writhed against his hand, growling. He responded by pulling his hand back, chuckling at her frustrated snarl. “And the kitten comes out to play.”

  Reaching under her arms, he helped her stand up. Violet sighed when she felt the soft plush towel against her skin, as Sasha’s hands rubbed over her ass and thighs. She felt him step into the tub behind her. The hand rubbing her leg slid under it to lift it up and put her foot on the inside edge of the tub as he pushed her into the wall. The towel dropped to the bottom of the tub, around her ankle. Violet gasped as he bent her forward. Gasping, she bit her bottom lips as the head of his hard cock glided into her from behind, his other hand going around her waist to support her.