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

by Rebecca Joyce

  “I want this,” she replied.

  “Then strip,” he ordered, and Violet’s heart started beating faster. Not out of fear, but from anticipation. Tristan’s hard, husky voice seeped into her pores like an aphrodisiac, making her lightheaded. Her pussy quivered and spasmed as a dull ache started to form. Her nipples grew tight, as if someone were pinching them hard. He hadn’t touched her yet, but her body was already coming alive. Doing as he requested, Violet removed her clothes until she was standing before him naked. She maintained her composure even when Tristan’s eyes widened as he looked at her. She felt an inkling of glee that she could please him. She liked that.

  “Sit,” he ordered, and she immediately complied.

  Without another word, Tristan walked behind the chair. For a moment, he stood there, gazing down at her body. His left hand rose, his fingertips coming to rest on her cheek before beginning a careful, delicate descent downward. Down her throat, over her collarbone, around her breast. Violet shuddered with longing, but he didn’t stop there as his hand moved down her stomach to her still crossed legs.

  His palm smoothed over her knee and then he gently shoved against it. “Spread your legs,” he whispered into her ear, and another shudder ran through her. Obediently, she uncrossed her legs and let them slide apart, baring her cunt for his view. His fingers skimmed her cleanly shaven mound, enjoying the smooth skin as she whimpered. “Tristan, please...”

  He let out an amused breath, his lips brushing the soft spot beneath her ear. “Begging already, sweetheart? That’s unusual. You’re normally not so vocal.” He tapped his fingers against her inner thighs, smirking when she squirmed, inhaling the scent of her rising lust. The moisture from her pussy was beginning to coat her thighs. Gathering her juices with his fingers, he reached up abruptly and shoved first one finger, then two, into her mouth, making her gasp. He thrust in and out of her mouth a few times, mimicking the motion of fucking it. Tristan gave a guttural moan, sucking hungrily at her own taste on his skin.

  Tristan cupped her full breasts in his hands, admiring their perkiness. As he ran his thumbs over their pert nipples, Violet sighed softly. She wanted this, needed this. Her body craved it like a drug. She couldn’t stop herself. She didn’t want to. Since arriving in New York, her body was out of control, and she liked it.

  Kissing passionately, she moaned when Tristan broke the kiss and stood smiling at her. He had the handcuffs dangling from his fingertips. He looked playful, and she wanted to play. She looked at Tristan, who oozed an air of casual sexiness. He stood with a half-smile played upon his lips, dangling the cuffs from two fingers. She laughed nervously. “Are those for me?”

  He shook his head, laughing. “Minx. Go lay on your bed,” he commanded more than suggested. A shiver ran down Violet’s spine. He never spoke like that to her. She liked it.

  “And what if I don’t?” she said, teasing, seeing how far his domination would go.

  Tristan’s eyebrow rose as he looked seriously at her, grinning devilishly. “Is this how we're going to play?” he asked, taking a step toward her. Violet jumped from the chair, excited as he swatted her bare ass hard, punctuating his authority. She jumped, surprised, at how the smack stung, but yet didn’t hurt her. The burn from last night was back, warming its way through her veins, heightening her craving. Oh, yes. This was exactly how they were going to play.

  When he smacked her ass again, Violet moaned, letting him know she liked it.

  “I asked you a question, sweetheart. I suggest you answer it,” he said, smacking her ass again, harder, grabbing her butt cheek for emphasis.

  Violet looked at Tristan and found herself lost in the sea of his green-gray irises. She was caught in the dimming light of the late-afternoon sun, and she had to suppress the urge to grab him right there and kiss him until he begged for mercy. He was in charge. His eyes couldn’t, shouldn’t, change that. When he smiled and pointed to the bed, Violet dutifully turned around and trotted toward it, knowing he was looking at the red outline of his four fingers still glowing on her left cheek.

  “That’s better,” he said, following her.

  Violet was wet from anticipation. She climbed onto the bed, excited about the prospect of being dominated until she begged him to come. It was hard for her mind to accept that, when her body willingly wanted nothing else. For so long she avoided anything and everything BDSM, and in less than two days, she had started to embrace the lifestyle again. Her mind was a whirling mass of confusion. Yet the more she reached, the more she started to accept. She was gaining back her strength. An inner spunk she never knew she had, but mainly she was getting back her courage. Afraid of so many things, in the last few days she started to spread her wings.

  Lying still on the bed, she exposed her pussy, knowing that she was creaming and ready for him. Tristan carefully placed her hands behind the bedpost. The smooth, cold metal grazed the soft skin of Violet’s inner wrist as Tristan forced her hands between the cuffs. He snapped each one shut.

  Violet was cuffed. Her hands were attached to each other, and Tristan had manipulated the chain between each cuff between a rung on her bedpost. Her arms were suspended above her head. Tantalizing thoughts raced through Violet’s mind, thoughts that she had avoided in the past. Tristan could do anything he wanted to her and for some delicious reason, she wanted him to.

  As Tristan surveyed his work, Violet noted the look of pleasure and excitement in his glassy blue eyes. He was a handsome man, young and virile. He was smart and cunning and deceptively wicked when the mood suited him. She said nothing as he slowly watched her, taking off his clothes, letting her get a good look at the man in the suit. If Violet thought he was handsome before, he was stunning now. His muscular body rippled like waves on the water. His chest rose and fell softly, as he was clearly enjoying the anticipation of whatever sexual escapades he had in mind. His stiff cock twitched when he moved, and Violet moaned when she spotted a drop of pre-cum form at the tip of his full, pink head.

  She gasped when he crawled on top of her, kneeling over her shoulders and said, “Lick it,” as he leaned forward so his cock was mere centimeters from her lips.

  Violet extended her tongue, barely grazing Tristan’s head as she caught the bead of pre-cum. Tristan inched forward, allowing her to take the mushroom of his cock into her mouth. She licked all of him with enthusiasm, paying special attention to the underside of his head. She moved her tongue in short, quick bursts, causing Tristan to moan. She liked that she could do that to him. She wanted to please him.

  He thrusted forward and Violet took most of his cock into her mouth. She expertly accepted each forceful movement of his dick, relishing in his hardness. Tristan sighed, humping Violet’s mouth harder and faster with every gyration of his hips. Violet’s mouth was like a hot, tight pussy, and he felt a wonderful warmth washing over his body, signaling his increasing arousal.

  After a few minutes of deep throating, Tristan leaned back, removing his cock. Violet moaned when he pulled out of her. She wasn’t done with him. She wanted to bring him pleasure like he brought her earlier. She enjoyed his company so much, she wanted to show him how much she appreciated what he did for her. She said nothing when he left the bed and walked over to one of the tables near the window, or when he opened a drawer and pulled something out of it.

  She hadn’t been in the room long enough to investigate what the room offered, but when Tristan headed back over to the bed, she clearly saw what he was holding. Her heart immediately sped up.

  In his hand was a smooth, glass butt plug. The object was tapered perfectly to deliver the ultimate filled sensation. It was no more than a few centimeters wide at the top but grew significantly to three inches in diameter at its fullest point. She’d seen her share of butt plugs in her lifetime. Each one had a lasting impression on her. It had been five years since anyone played with her ass, minus Sasha last night, but he didn’t use anything but himself. Looking at Tristan now, she wasn’t sure she could go through with this.
She wanted him, yes, but seeing the plug brought back too many memories, and not a single one of them were good.

  Violet snapped back to the present when she heard a small pop from the foot of the bed. Tristan had also brought lube and had begun pouring it on the tip of the toy. He crawled over to her, grazing her taut thigh muscles with his hands. “You’re going to take it all, Violet,” he ordered. “You can’t pop it out. You’re not allowed to let it slip from your ass. And when it’s in good and tight, I am going to fuck your pussy until you beg me to stop.”

  That’s impossible, thought Violet, how did he expect her to…and in slipped the head of the plug. It tickled her. The smooth glass felt cool inside her, and it was small enough to slide comfortably in without hitting the tight band of muscle that made her wince. Unfortunately, this meant Violet had no control over the toy’s own manipulations.

  Tristan sat at the foot of the bed, watching Violet squirm with pleasure and concentration. Despite her best efforts, the toy slipped out unassumingly onto the sheets. Tristan shook his head. “Oh, sweetheart,” he exclaimed. “You disobeyed me. I said to hold the toy in your tight ass. This requires punishment.”

  Getting up from the bed again, Tristan walked over to the closet and rummaged through it. Her emerged with two red silk ribbons. He tugged on them, displaying how tight they could become, and Violet drew a sharp breath in. She had never seen Tristan so serious. She liked this new trait.

  Tristan wrapped each of Violet’s ankles tightly in the makeshift restraints, tying them to the far ends of the bedposts. Now Violet was completely helpless, immobile, and dripping fluid, seemingly unable to complete Tristan’s demands. He sat on top of her, rubbing his cock into the folds of her mound. A soft moan escaped her lips. He pressed down harder and gyrated his throbbing cock onto the growing bud of her clit. She moaned louder, unable to suppress her pleasure.

  “Are you enjoying this, Violet?” Tristan asked.

  Violet was hardly able to answer. “Yes,” she managed, but it only came in a half-whispered, barely audible response.

  “Louder.”

  “Yes,” she hissed, bucking her hips to meet his cock.

  “You’ll appreciate what pleasure I give to you,” he snarled, and Violet’s eyes opened wide. She forced herself, despite the restraints, to lie at attention.

  Tristan changed positions, reassuming his previous perch at the entrance of Violet’s hole. He eased the first head of the toy into her and twirled the object, making her gasp with delight. He then shoved the remainder of the butt plug into her ass, giving her the satisfaction of a completely stuffed anal cavity.

  “Oh!” Violet cried with surprise and pleasure.

  Tristan’s molasses-slow smile grew as Violet concentrated on the pleasure he was giving her. He crawled toward her on the bed, holding the plug in place with his knee as he leaned over her and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to make you come.”

  Her eyes widened as she leaned closer, grazing her cheek to his to drink in every word. “You, sweetheart, have earned your reward.”

  He kissed her on the mouth, grabbing her face with both of his strong, masculine hands. The two greedily kissed and Tristan shoved his tongue down Violet’s throat. Violet responded by massaging his tongue deeply, and her kiss was one of love, affection, and desire for the heart-pounding orgasm Tristan had promised. Tristan found Violet’s lower lip and nibbled lightly while inching his knee closer to Violet’s flesh. The plug inched in slightly deeper, and Violet moaned. She was ready to come. She needed to come.

  Tristan kissed his way down Violet’s body, now lightly glazed with a fine sweat from the heat of the stifling arousal between her legs. He paused at the top of her freshly shaven mound, admiring the feel of the baby-smooth skin against his cheek. He appreciated the way her lips met and formed a beautiful gash between her legs, which was now glistening with her wetness. After giving the butt plug a small tug and push, he spread her lips wide, blowing hot bursts of air over her engorged clit. Violet squirmed, but the handcuffs prevented her from pushing Tristan’s head onto her hot button. She was absolutely helpless, a slave to the pleasure Tristan could give or deny.

  Tristan descended on her clit, giving the pearl a tentative lick that sent shivers down Violet’s abdomen and spine. He licked up the shaft of her clit, then back down. Slowly at first, Tristan built his speed, worshipping Violet with his tongue and mouth. He swirled and splashed his tongue up and down and around her clit, making her wiggle with pleasure and moan.

  Tristan sucked on her clit, pushing her deep inside his mouth. Violet’s cries of pleasure became a string of indistinguishable guttural noises, and her abdominal muscles clenched. She gyrated her hips against his face, driving herself closer to climax.

  Tristan pulled away. “Beg me to come,” he ordered, but Violet only groaned in frustration. She was stubborn. He’d seen that this morning over breakfast and when she refused to let him buy her something at the novelty shop. She hated asking for the release she thought was due to her after a prolonged, torturous session of foreplay, but Tristan didn’t give a shit. He wanted her to beg for it.

  He, however, was just as mule-headed. He eased the butt plug slowly out of her ass, an act, he knew, that would bring Violet more discomfort than pleasure. Just as she tensed up in agony, he plunged the entirety of the toy back into the depths of her cavity.

  “Tristan, please!” she exclaimed, desperate for the climax.

  “Beg. Beg for your orgasm, Violet,” he demanded, now pumping the plug in and out of Violet’s gaping asshole.

  “Make me come! Make me come!” Violet nearly screamed.

  Tristan wasn’t pleased. “Again,” he asked.

  “Make me come!”

  Tristan grew annoyed. Violet wasn’t begging, she was demanding, and she was so close to climax she didn’t understand or care about the difference. He stopped playing with her pleasure zones entirely and crawled up to her face. Sitting on her chest, he sighed. “You will beg for your orgasm,” he explained, impatience biting at every word. “You will plead and cry and when you can no longer stand not to come, you will be rewarded.”

  He shoved his cock back into her mouth, pumping it in and out of her hot lips. Violet gagged and choked on the long member, but sucked thankfully on the cock, desperate for Tristan’s body and her own pleasure. Tristan tilted his head back with delight. Violet had such a way of sucking cock. He gave Violet a few more hard thrusts and eased once again down her torso. Slipping one, then two, digits inside her sopping pussy, he pumped back and forth, rubbing the rough patch inside the walls of her canal that made her legs twitch.

  Violet’s orgasm begun anew. “Make me come, please, Tristan. Make me come. I need you to lick my juices until I’m dry!” She mustered her sexiest voice and dirtiest words though she was almost sobbing with desire.

  Tristan sucked on her clit again while pumping his fingers into her tight hole. She felt the butt plug graze his fingers through the thin walls of her pussy and ass. The sensation of being stuffed with toys and fingers while her lover slurped down her juices was too much to bear.

  “Please, Tristan,” she sobbed. “I need you to release me. I can’t hold back, please. I’m begging you.”

  Tristan looked up at poor, tortured Violet. “Come, now,” he cried, and come she did. Her begging became nonsense as she screamed aloud, straining against her handcuffs as she struggled to move away from the pleasure. Tristan was relentless and Violet squirted for the first time, sending hot gushes of her cum into his mouth as he continued to suck and lick her clit. Her whole body shook against the restraints. Her toes curled as the throes of her orgasm overtook her, sending warmth into every crevice of her body.

  As the last waves of orgasm receded, Violet slumped, exhausted, into the pillows of her bed. Tristan gave her pussy one last, lingering lick down its entirety, which made Violet jump with one last pang of climax. He yanked at the plug, tossing it on the floor, and loosened her foot restraints.

/>   “You,” he said to her as he nuzzled against her naked form. “Are a woman in need of complete dominance.”

  Violet looked sheepish but couldn’t deny Tristan’s claim. “Could you undo my handcuffs?” she asked, dodging the statement.

  Tristan was amused. “It’s going to cost you.”

  “What now?”

  He undid the lock with the key and Violet massaged her freed wrists. He leaned in closely, whispering in her ear, “It’s my turn.”

  Tristan’s right hand snaked up to close around her throat, gently, savoring the feeling of power it gave him to have control over her air intake. Memories of fantasies of what he wanted to do to her drifted through his mind and he smiled, pressing a kiss to her neck. “You are so perfect, Violet. The perfect submissive. I’ve watched you intently since you stowed away on my plane and I’ve dreamed of a thousand ways to claim you. You are truly mine now. Let me show you what it means to be mine.”

  Violet’s head fell back against the pillows and she let out a breathless moan. “Show me. Show me what it means to be yours, Tristan.”

  Tristan reached down and pinched her nipple hard. Violet yelped and arched her back, gasping, “Tristan!” Her moans became louder and more frenzied as he continued to pinch, pull, and twist her nipples. He tested her pain threshold, loving the way she groaned and leaned into his touch, taking the pain he gave with no hesitation.

  She was a perfect match for his desire to inflict damage. Saying nothing, Tristan got up from the bed once again and leaned over to remove a box from underneath the foot of the bed. Placing it within reach, he returned to his previous position and opened the lid. He grabbed a vibrator from the wooden box and smiled. He loved his toys, but most importantly, he loved the idea of knowing what he was going to do to her.