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

by Rebecca Joyce

  Switching it on, he watched with immense pleasure as the sound caused her to jerk against her restraints, a needy whimper escaping her. Smiling, he scooted around in front of her and knelt. Leaving the vibrator buzzing between her knees, he yanked a spreader bar from under the bed and set about securing it to her ankles, forcing them as far apart as was comfortable. She was shaking with anticipation as cool air flowed over her dripping slit as the vibrator continued to roll against her knees.

  Crouching up between her spread legs, Tristan smiled and kissed her thighs, lapping up the fine sheen of sweat gathering on her pale skin. He licked his lips. “I’m going to eat you, sweetheart.” Her hips jerked against the mattress and he could hear the cuffs rattle roughly as her hands flexed. “But first I want you coming so hard, you can’t think about anything else.” He picked up the vibrator and slid it along her leg until the humming tip was brushed against her swollen clit. Tristan growled as Violet tried to push against it, but he kept it just out of reach, taunting her.

  He found the flogger easily in the box, and with his other hand, he stood up to trail it across her stomach, making her writhe. Her legs spasmed and the moan that fell from her lips was so raw and primal that he had to kiss her. His tongue scoured her mouth as she suckled it hungrily. Then she yanked away with a scream of pleasure as he swung the flogger down, striking her open pussy. Another strike, and then another, as Violet threw her head back, her whole body jerking.

  “Tristan! Please! I need to come!”

  He laughed, dropping back into a crouch and grasping the vibrator, lifting it and shoving it inside her. Violet bucked against the invasion, squealing in bliss as the vibrations rippled deep inside her. “Tristan, oh my God, yes, please!”

  As she shattered around the toy’s ministrations, her cunt flowing with moisture, Tristan leaned in and pressed his mouth against her slit. Tristan groaned deeply, her orgasm going on and on as he skillfully suckled and tongue-fucked her soaking pussy. He withdrew as she came down from the high, licking his lips with a pleased sigh. The sight of his Violet completely undone, falling apart at his touch, was the greatest catharsis he would ever find.

  He reached behind her with one hand to release the clasp of the cuffs, and they fell away. “Look at me,” he whispered, and she obediently reached up to rub her wrists. Her eyes were bright as she smiled up at him. His hand rose to cup her cheek and she leaned into it.

  “How shall I get off?” he asked with a smirk. “Missionary? Doggy? Fucking your gorgeous little mouth?”

  Violet was quivering, not acting on her desire but longing to. She was wired and he could see it in her eyes. He knew how he wanted her. He grabbed her wrists, jerking her body forward on the bed, loving her gasp as her skin rasped over the bed’s fabric. Grasping her chin, he forced her to look him in the eyes, knowing his were blazing.

  “You’re going to ride my cock.” Tristan trembled with need as Violet tried to kiss him, but he held her back. “And I’m going to come inside that hot, tight little pussy of yours, so you won’t forget who you belong to. Okay?”

  Violet mumbled an incoherent agreement, and Tristan gave her sensitive breasts a sound slap, making her yelp. Her eyes glazed over with submissive longing, her lips parting in small, breathless pants. Tristan smiled coldly. “Let’s try that again, baby.” His hand slipped down to cup her pussy, two fingers thrusting inside. Violet let out a keening cry, riding his hand roughly. With his other, he pinched her nipple just enough that when he yanked on it, she produced another desperate yelp. Violet stared at him with wonder in her eyes, waiting.

  Tristan withdrew his fingers, reaching up and shoved them in her mouth. When she had sucked them clean, he dropped his hand and gave her cheek a loving pat. “Once again, okay, baby?”

  Violet’s smile was breathless and radiant. “Yes.”

  Grabbing her wrists, he fell onto his back on the bed, yanking her on top of him. Taking that as permission, Violet straddled him as best she could with the spreader bar still attached to her ankles. Her fingers fumbled to touch him. Her lips blazed a trail from his throat to his waistline, his fingers tangling in her disheveled hair as she moved lower. She gave his cock a leisurely lick from the base to tip, then slid the whole length into her mouth. Tristan groaned and arched into her mouth, thrusting a few times before he yanked her up by a fistful of her hair.

  Their eyes met, lust surging between them. “Mount me,” he snarled, and she obeyed without a word, crawling forward and sinking easily down onto him. She rose onto her knees, writhing above him with abandon, and Tristan lost himself in the sensation of her warm body over his, absorbing her pleasure from him. Her little cunt was tight. Her pussy sucked him deeper into her as she ground herself into him. He knew he wasn’t going to last. He’d spent too much time teasing her, enjoying the foreplay, testing her limits. But he didn’t care. She did everything he asked and more. She was perfect for him and now she was truly his. He watched as she lost herself in the ecstasy of their movements. She was glorious to behold, and he knew he would always remember this moment. The moment when his Violet opened her bloom and allowed him to see her true beauty.

  Her movements increased as Tristan grabbed ahold of her hips, pushing his cock up into her as she rode his cock hard. He could feel her cunt tightening as his balls drew up. He wanted her to come with him, so he reached for her clit and pinched it hard. The screams of her orgasm sent him over as he did, as he promised, and erupted deeply into her womb. At they came together, her orgasm caused her to collapse limply onto his chest. Tristan wound his arms around her and held her tight as her body slowly came down from her sexual high.

  After a long while, their panting and gasping calmed, and he smiled and kissed her hair. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

  She grinned against his bare chest, kissing the flesh under which his heart was drumming steadily. “What for?” she asked, her eyes beaming down at him as she kissed his lips once, then slowly pried herself off of him.

  “For trusting me. You really are the perfect woman, Violet. You amaze me.”

  “You are an amazing man.”

  “No, I’m not, but with you, I’d like to be,” he replied earnestly as his cell phone rang from his jacket pocket. Tristan groaned and got up from the bed to retrieve the annoying device. He wished he’d turned the damn thing off. Fishing it out, he smiled as he watched her lay back on the bed, waiting for him. Turning to look at the caller, he frowned when he saw a blocked number on the screen. He raised the phone to his ear. “Tristan Summerfield.”

  There was a choked sob. The sound of running footsteps, bare feet on the floor. The voice on the other end of the line was panting in sheer terror. “Tristan…help me, please.”

  Tristan’s blood went cold. He was vaguely aware of Violet calling his name. When he found his voice, it was strained and foreign to his ears.

  “Lisset?”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Violet knew something was wrong. No one had to tell her anything. She could see it clearly on their faces. The second Tristan hung up the phone, he ran from her room, shouting for Sasha. Instantly the penthouse came alive. People she didn’t even know were there came out of rooms she’d never been in. Mrs. Prescott stayed by her side, offering her something to drink as she sat on the couch in the living room, waiting, wondering if Sasha or Tristan remembered she was even there. She knew that whatever was wrong was important. Both men seemed eager and anxious to leave. It didn’t take long before bags started piling up in the foyer and both men emerged dressed and ready to leave.

  Sasha was on his phone shouting orders, and Tristan was, too.

  “How about I turn on the TV for you, Violet?” Mrs. Prescott offered, and Violet just nodded, not knowing what to say. The second the television turned on, Violet was momentarily distracted by something. Turning to get a closer look, she gasped, slowly getting to her feet. She stood, staring at the television in shock as pictures of home flashed before her eyes. Reaching for the remote, she turne
d up the volume.

  “As of right now, nobody knows how many people are missing. The local sheriff and volunteer firefighters are doing what they can to assess the situation, but as you can see, with night approaching, rescuing those who are still alive is going to be difficult. Early reports are coming in that Summerfield Industries drilling machines may have been the cause of this disaster. Until further information becomes available, it’s just pure speculation, but in the meantime, our attempts to talk with anyone at Summerfield Industries hasn’t been successful. But I have learned that the CEO, Tristan Summerfield, is in New York. When he will be returning to Treasure Cove is not known. As it is right now, we know that there are people down there alive. This is Abigail Cook, reporting from Treasure Cove, Montana.”

  “Dear God,” Violet whispered, slowly sitting back down. She knew those people. They were her friends, her family for the last five years. The people who took care of her, got her healthy, gave her the strength she needed to leave. She laughed with them, cried with them, got to know them, and now they were hurt.

  “Damn it, Mr. Parker. I don’t care. Just keep saying no comment,” Tristan shouted into his phone. “Until an official investigation gets underway, all drilling stops. I know what it’s going to cost. I’m not happy about it either, but there isn’t anything else to do. Also, send a team to Treasure Cove and offer help. It’s the least I can do until this matter is resolved. No, I don’t think any of our equipment did this. The land around the town was too unstable, that’s why I moved production closer to Celestial. It doesn’t matter, my name is all over the news, Parker. I want Summerfield Industries cleared of all wrongdoing. Make it happen.”

  “Tristan?” Violet murmured as he turned to face her. The look upon his face was one of unease. She’d never seen that look on him before. Generally he was confident and sure, now he looked scared. When he sat next to her, he took her hand in his. “Violet, we have to go back to Treasure Cove.”

  “What about Lisset?” Sasha said, halting his phone conversation.

  “Can the brothers take care of her?” Tristan asked.

  “Yes, they have in the past, but she wants us,” Sasha replied.

  “I’m sure she’ll understand. People are hurt, Sasha, some may already be dead. If Summerfield Industries had anything to do with this collapse, then we have a problem. We need to go back and find out.”

  “I’ll call Lisset.” Sasha sighed, reaching for his phone.

  “And while you’re at it, we need Grey,” Tristan added.

  “No.”

  “Sasha, you know as well as I do, this is what Grey’s good at. If anyone can find out what really happened, it’s Grey.”

  They wanted to go back. She couldn’t do that. Going back would mean facing things she’d forgotten about, or at least tried to forget about. She left for a reason. She wanted to put her past behind her. Going back would only dredge up everything. It would be like returning to the hell she’d been trying to overcome. She knew if she returned to Treasure Cove, Gabriel and Matthias would seek her out. They were part of her past, the past she desperately wanted to forget. When she decided to leave, she made herself a promise that when she left she would not look back. That even meant returning.

  No, she couldn’t do it. But she had nowhere else to go. She was only with Sasha and Tristan because they offered. She didn’t belong to them. Hell, she didn’t belong to anyone and never would, ever again. She liked it here in New York. The city was big and exciting, unlike Treasure Cove. She liked all the people and knowing that they were around. Something about the populace made her comfortable, unlike the small town residents of Treasure Cove. She couldn’t explain it, but the more people, the better. “Who’s Grey?” Violet asked, needing to clear her mind before thinking of her next move. She didn’t know what she was going to do, but she knew for damn sure, she was not returning to Treasure Cove.

  “Grey is my personal secretary, assistant,” Sasha replied.

  “She’s more than that and you know it,” Tristan said, looking at Sasha. “Violet, Sonja Grey is, well, for lack of better words, Grey is a chameleon. She has ways to find out information, get people to talk, and makes things happen. She’s invaluable to both Sasha and me.”

  “She’s a pain in the ass with a smart mouth,” Sasha muttered.

  “Be that as it may, you need to call Grey and have her meet us in Treasure Cove. I’ll call the Brothers and have them head to Scotland and watch over Lisset.”

  “I don’t think having Devlin and Damien near Lisset for an undetermined length of time is a good idea, Tristan.”

  “Then I’ll tell them they can’t touch her. Seriously, Sasha, Lisset is a grown woman. She needs to start living her life. I’ll tell the brothers to watch, not touch, and when they determine that everything is fine, they can go. It’s not that hard,” Tristan advised.

  Violet was confused. They were talking about someone other than this Grey woman. She asked, “Who is Lisset?”

  “My sister,” Sasha replied. “She was in an accident a long time ago and is blind.”

  “What’s wrong with her? Is she okay?” Violet asked, concerned. So much was going on, and she didn’t know any of the people they were talking about.

  Sasha sighed, “She’s fine. Lisset sometimes gets herself worked up. It’s probably nothing. But I still don’t like having someone else checking on her. She is my responsibility, Tristan.”

  “Do you have any siblings, Tristan?” Violet asked.

  “No,” he growled.

  “I’m sorry,” Violet replied sadly. “I was an only child, too. When my mother died, I had no one. I never knew my father.”

  “I wasn’t an only child, Violet,” Tristan said. “I had an older brother. He died.”

  “I’m sorry. I wish I had someone growing up. It probably would have made life better.”

  She felt Sasha tense, and Tristan stopped moving. “Yeah, about that, Violet,” Sasha whispered. “We’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

  “What?” she asked.

  “Apparently you do have family,” Tristan said, sitting on the ottoman in front of her. When he reached for her hands, she shook her head. “That’s not possible. My mother only had me. She would have told me if I had siblings.”

  “Not you mother, Violet. Your father.”

  “I don’t know who he is. I never did. My birth certificate says father unknown.”

  “That may be, but information has come forward, and we know who your father is. Well, technically, Gabriel knows.”

  “Why didn’t he tell me?”

  “Because he, too, only just found out.”

  “Who is he?”

  “Andres Sebastian Sexton,” Tristan said carefully. “You are the youngest sister to Gabriel, Alexander, and Hazel Sexton. We don’t know the particulars, but when we get back to Treasure Cove, Gabriel can fill you in.”

  “No.”

  “What do you mean no?” Sasha asked. “No to Treasure Cove, or no to Gabriel?”

  “I mean, I’m not going back to Treasure Cove.”

  * * * *

  Sasha and Tristan said nothing as Violet left the room. Her adamant refusal to return to Treasure Cove was something they weren’t expecting. Their relationship with Violet was tentative at best, and forcing her to return home would seriously hamper what progress they’d already made.

  “Call him and let him know,” Tristan said, getting up. “I have no choice. I have to go, but she doesn’t. If she won’t go, I will not make her. But you need to call Gabriel.”

  “I can’t do that.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I already did. I called him the night of the benefit. He knows Violet is with us. I promised him I would have her home in two days.”

  “You did what!” Tristan shouted. “Why the fuck would you do that?”

  “Because it was the right thing to do, and you damn well know it.”

  “No, returning a lost wallet to the rightful owner is
the right thing, what you did was fuck any chance we had with her because you let him get into your head again. Damn it, Sasha. We agreed.”

  “No, we agreed not to push her, and we failed at that, too. I heard you both last night.”

  “Well, you’re no quiet mouse either.”

  “Regardless, Tristan, Gabriel had a right to know his sister was with us.”

  “What about what he did to Lisset? Or have you forgotten about that?”

  “No, I haven’t forgotten,” Sasha muttered, looking away.

  “You forgave him!”

  “I had to,” Sasha roared. “What kind of relationship were we going to have with Violet if I kept my anger against her brothers? That’s no way to start a future with her. Eventually, the truth would have come out and I didn’t want to be the reason a rift was formed.”

  “Well, aren’t you chivalrous. What do you think is going to happen when they find out why we’re in Treasure Cove?”

  “About that,” Sasha replied. “I think you might want to move to the next town. If we destroy Treasure Cove, then she will never forgive us. She has family there, Tristan. All of them. Her two brothers and sister live there. If we make them all homeless, we will lose her.”

  “And I’ll lose millions!” Tristan roared. “I can’t just stop what we’ve started. Half my company is already there. The new offices are almost done. The drilling has already begun.”

  “Maybe you need to let go, too.”

  “I can’t! Everything I own is invested in that damn town. If I walk away now, I will lose everything.”

  “If you don’t, you’ll lose her.”

  “I don’t have time for this debate. I have to return to Treasure Cove and see if my company was responsible for this mess. If it was, then don’t worry, Sasha, you’ll get your wish. I’ll be bankrupt. But if it was something else, I have no choice, I have to see this through. I made a promise.”

  “Promises are made to be broken. It’s your life, Tristan. You don’t have to do this and you know it. The choice to do the right thing is still yours.”