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

by Rebecca Joyce

  His hand moved sideways, feeling the weight of her full breast. His thumb sought her nipple. He knew where to find it. Still high on her breast, a hard point in the center of her pink areola made even darker by her white skin.

  He moved his hand from her hip, sliding under her shirt to stop at the small of her back just above her pants. He paused to rub the silkiness of her pale skin. That is one of the things he loved about her. She was beautiful from the inside and out. She was learning to become independent but still wanted him to be part of her life. She was a rare gift, and he would do nothing to jeopardize that. Tristan needed to take his time with her. Savor her like the precious gift she was, and he reluctantly pulled away, letting her catch her breath.

  “I love you, Violet. I love you so much,” Tristan whispered as she smiled up at him.

  “I love you, too, Tristan,” she replied, pulling his face toward hers. Their lips met and tongues danced. Soft and gentle was replaced with wanton passion. Tristan couldn’t hold back the relief and exhilaration of having her in his arms again. Before he knew what he was doing, he had her in his arms and was carrying her toward the back bedroom. He laid her on the bed, ripping her shirt open to get at her beautiful breast. Once exposed, Tristan wasted no time, fondling one nipple while biting the other. He devoured her as she tossed her head side to side with the pleasurable pain. He would never hurt her. He just wanted to give her enough pain to get her juices flowing.

  He reached for the button on her denim jeans and quickly dispatched with it. The zipper soon followed. Violet lifted her ass, helping as Tristan pulled both her jeans and white panties over her hips and down her shapely legs. Her shaved pussy was now in view and became the focus of his attention. Drops of moisture had already formed on her lips. Tristan moved up her body, fingers tailing behind along the inside of her calf, her knee, her thigh. He kissed her at the exact moment he touched her most intimate spot. She bit hard on his bottom lip. He didn’t care. It had been left swollen before and it would be again tonight. He’d wear her marks of passion with pride and he’d love her even more for them.

  His fingers parted her inner lips on the hunt for moisture. Slowly his fingers entered her wet canal, and then he started. Working as two small vibrators, one finger pressed against her pelvic bone, the other against the sides of her walls. She bit down on his shoulder, drawing a few drops of blood. He took the pain. There would be a bruise tomorrow. He didn’t care. He withdrew his fingers, now slick with her nectar, and slid them along her folds, one touching each side of her clit. Her hips rose to meet his touch, her well-manicured nails digging into him. One hand was behind his ear, nails in his scalp. The other was clawing at his back, leaving long scratches across his ribs.

  He rolled the hard bud of her clit between his thumb and finger. Her hips bucked of their own accord. Again, her teeth found flesh. Her thighs clamped down on his hand, but he would not relent. Her nails dug into his back, teeth buried in the flesh above his collarbone. Like a mantis killing her mate, she attacked as she came. Only, she let him live. She would want him again.

  Finally, she released her grip and collapsed on her back. He teased the center of her chest with one hand while the other stroked her hair. Softly, he kissed her cheek. Her body shivered as an aftershock of her orgasm shook her body. She was satisfied, yet Tristan knew she wanted more. She had a voracious appetite once her palate got the first taste. And she was hungry, ravenous. Her desires for more almost rivaled his. He didn’t think it was possible, but she’d proven that already. She was his equal.

  Tristan first kissed her neck, then down to her chest. Gentle kisses fell on each nipple before he moved lower. He turned as he moved down her belly, her hand on his head, encouraging him to keep moving downward. He kissed her inner thighs, worked his way ever closer to her center. She moved frantically, longing for more contact. His tongue entered her, spreading her folds. He sucked on her lips, pulled them up away from her body. She reached for him and gently stroked his cock. Only then did he reach full hardness. His focus was only on her. His tongue flicked her clit and again she started to flow. This time it would not be just a little moisture. He was doing what he loved and he knew how to please her.

  He loved going down on her. Her smell, her taste, her sensitivity drove him to satisfy her. While the assault on her clit continued, he again inserted two fingers into her pussy. Two fingers searched, teased, and probed all to give her pleasure. Her attention to him had stopped, a sure sign that she was close. He doubled down on his efforts. He focused only on her clit. Yes, his fingers were still in her, but he didn’t even know if he was moving them. Then it happened. She filled with that sweet nectar and he pulled his fingers and drank from her, loving the very taste of her body.

  He stopped. She was ultra-sensitive and he knew it. He turned around and stroked her face. She snuggled tightly against him, spent. He had given her great pleasure, but had not had a release of his own. He found her so sexy and so beautiful that he would not force the issue.

  Looking up, Tristan spotted Sasha and smiled. He’d never been so happy in the world and wanted to share it with his best friend. “Am I dreaming?” he asked, looking at the woman curled next to him.

  “I was going to ask you the same thing,” Sasha said, sitting down next to her, gently stroking her back.

  “I was wrong about her,” Tristan whispered as he played with her hair. “I called her damaged once. We are the damaged ones, Sasha. We’ve spent a large portion of our lives trying to get back at those who hurt us. We almost destroyed a town because of our hatred. But you want to know something funny? For the life of me, I can’t tell you why. I’ve lived my whole life doing whatever I wanted. I never cared about anyone. I’ve hurt a lot of people along the way. All I saw was money and wanted more of it. Then she stows away into our lives and everything changed.”

  “I never wanted one woman,” Sasha added. “My life was what it was and for a while I thought I was happy. I didn’t know what true happiness was until I met her. I thought I knew pain, but nothing compared to not having her with me. We screwed up, Tristan. We have to make this right. We have to do this for her, for this town, but mainly we have to do this for us. We can’t keep going like we were. Eventually, our lives will destroy us and then where will we be?”

  “I know you’re right and we will change.”

  Moaning, her soft voice filled the room, “Change tomorrow. Get naked now.”

  Tristan and Sasha both laughed as they each kissed her forehead. Seeing their smiles made Violet happy. Happy that she was able to do that for them. Something so innocent, yet so empowering to her. She missed them while she tried to get things right in her head. She still wasn’t sure about some things, like Tristan’s brother and Sasha’s need to avenge his sister, but she knew with time, everything would sort itself out. She never thought she wanted to be with another dominant again. Yet, Master was never a real dominant. He was a cruel, evil man, a sick man who needed help. She still didn’t like thinking about him, and refused to give him another thought. Her past was over and her future was before her.

  Reaching up, she touched Sasha’s face. “I’m waiting.”

  Sasha laughed and Tristan whistled. “Look who’s gotten a little too big for her britches. We can’t have that now, can we, Sasha?”

  “Nope.” Sasha grinned, getting to his feet, as did Tristan. Violet smiled as they looked at one another and started to undress. She knew they wouldn’t keep her waiting. They wanted her as much as she wanted them. However, when both men left their pants on, Violet wondered what they were up to. She didn’t have time to think when Tristan kissed her.

  Arching her back, Violet moaned into his mouth. Gradually she opened her mouth and let him in, the kiss slowly turning into a desperate plea for more. Feeling his hands pressing against her breasts, slowly rubbing against her nipples, making them stand at attention. She grinded against his body, craving more of his touch against her skin.

  Violet felt Sasha’s ha
nds run through her hair, softly pulling her toward him. Groaning out loud at the loss of Tristan’s lips, she felt something being pushed against her mouth. Adjusting around the object, she felt it out. It was a ball gag. Moaning against the gag, she looked into both their eyes. They made her tense with their stares and she tried to move away and undo the gag. They both moved and she noticed the rope.

  “This place came stocked, little flower.” Sasha grinned. She knew she wouldn’t be able to move in a second. Running the rope against her body, Sasha tied her arms behind her back. She couldn’t get away, and she didn’t think she wanted to even if she could. Violet looked deeply into Sasha’s eyes. She begged him for more. When he nodded, then smiled, she knew he understood. He bent over and picked up his tie off the floor, then gently blindfolded her.

  This was where she wanted to be. She was now at their mercy.

  Violet moaned as she was moved. Her legs now spread as hot breath blew gently on her thighs. She groaned, anticipating the intense pleasure of one of them eating her out. It was a decadent pleasure she’d quickly come to enjoy from them. Fingers played with her nipples, pulling and tugging them roughly, making her moan desperately for more.

  A hot mouth bit and rolled her nipple between its teeth. In that instant, she knew it was Tristan. He was her biter, and dear God, was he ever so good at it. With Tristan at her breast, the hot mouth between her legs was Sasha. He was taking his time as he moved to her wet pussy. Arching her back, she pushed herself toward his mouth.

  She heard Sasha chuckle as his mouth touched her clit.

  Breathing through her nose, Violet adjusted her mouth and relaxed her breathing. She could feel how wet she was as it leaked down her thighs. Moaning against the gag, she rubbed her thighs together and pulled against the ropes tying her wrists. She felt them tighten against her body. Then, as quick as it all started, it stopped. Trying to control her breathing and beating heart, Violet felt as if she was left there for hours, when she heard rustling and movement around her.

  The next thing she felt was a pair of hands between her legs, pulling them apart and attaching something metal. It was cold and hard and instantly she knew what it was.

  A spreader bar.

  She was now completely open to the both of them. Smiling to herself, she knew it was going to be a long night. Pushing her hips off the bed, Violet begged for one of them to touch her. However, when a pair of hands lightly rubbed her pussy, drawing little circles around her clit but barely touching her, Violet thought she was going to go mad. Arching toward the hand, something pushed her back into the bed.

  Groaning in frustration, a pair of hands started to rub her breasts. Just light, gentle touches, not lasting longer than a second. The delicate brushes drove her insane, when suddenly she felt a warm breath against her thighs. Quickly the gag was removed as a mouth latched onto her clit. Violet gasped when a hot tongue slowly trailed along her slit. They were teasing her, keeping her on the edge.

  Hands skimmed the entrance of her pussy, hands lightly trailed across her breasts. Just when she couldn’t take any more, thick, strong fingers entered her wet, sensitive pussy, and a mouth came down on her nipple and gently rolled it between sharp teeth. Violet gasped loudly as a shiver of pleasure flowed through her body, relishing the feel of them worshiping her body. Violet laid there and took what they wanted to give her, trying her hardest not to let herself get too close to the edge. She knew she was close once again, and she wanted to enjoy what they were doing to her. She took several deep breaths and tried to control herself.

  The warm mouth with soft lips moved away from her breasts and up to her mouth, and Violet arched into the kiss. Moaning lightly, she whispered, “Tristan,” as she savored the taste of him.

  “You’re ours, Violet, forever. You belong to me and Sasha. Don’t come, darling. Let us pleasure you. Wait until we tell you. Be a good girl and we’ll be good to you,” she heard him say and moaned as Sasha tickled her clit with his tongue. She didn’t know if she could and broke away from the kiss, gasping for breath.

  Then everything stopped. Both mouths left her body. Shivering from the loss of touch, Violet quivered, trying to recover from the onslaught of pleasure they gave her.

  They loosened the spreader bar and move her. Still blindfolded, they place her doggie style, with her ass in the air and her face on the bed. There was shuffling and soft whispers as they moved around the room. The bed dipped behind her and then next to her head. Fingers tangled in her hair as she was pulled toward one of them. Something hot and hard was pushed against her mouth and Violet eagerly opened her mouth to take it. A smile formed as a thick cock slowly started to work its way into her mouth. She knew his taste and moans. Sasha.

  “That’s right, little flower. Now be a good girl and let Tristan have his wicked way with you, because tonight we are both going to take what belongs to us. Tonight you will have us both.”

  She felt the head of Tristan’s cock rubbing her wet pussy. He entered her slowly from behind as the words Sasha just uttered registered in her mind. They were both going to have her, both were going to take her. Violet’s heart started to race. She wanted them, both of them, and now she was going to get them. Her face stuffed with one cock while another pushed deep inside of her soaking pussy. A slow rhythm started as the one in her mouth pushed in while the one in her pussy pulled out. It was agonizing, torturous…divine.

  They both took their time as they pushed her closer to the edge. Violet desperately need relief. She was so close to coming again. Her moans and grunts became more urgent. Her body began to shake. Her mind, overloaded with sensations, became too much. She needed to come.

  “Now, my little flower. Bloom for us. Come,” she heard Sasha say. Pleasure coursed through her body as Violet screamed around Sasha’s cock. Sucking harder, they both started moving faster and faster. Violet rolled her tongue around the hard shaft in her mouth, feeling the ridges and veins. She paid special attention to his swollen head while she tried to clamp down on the large cock deep in her pussy.

  Moaning loudly, Violet felt fingers rub her clit furiously. She trembled as she got closer and closer to coming. The pleasure kept building and building until she found herself constantly screaming and moaning around Sasha’s cock. She tried to pull away, the pleasure overwhelming her, but strong hands held her in place. Tightening the hold on her hair and hips, they both started to pound into her relentlessly.

  Violet screamed as she convulsed around both of them. She couldn’t hold it back anymore and let go. Everything exploded into a million little pieces as wave after wave of pleasure shot through her. Moaning around the dick in her mouth, it pulsed, cum shooting down her throat. Violet swallowed as fast as she could. Tristan thrusted deep as jet after jet of hot cum shot deep inside her. Both men pulled out at the same time and Violet fell to the bed, gasping for air.

  The blindfold was gently removed, along with ropes. Violet sighed and allowed herself to relax, too tired to move. Groaning quietly as Sasha picked her up, she barely had the energy to open her eyes to see Tristan walk into the bathroom naked.

  “You bathe her and I’ll get everything ready,” Sasha said.

  “She’s tired, Sasha.”

  “She doesn’t know the meaning of tired yet, but she will know when we’re done.” Soon, she heard the sounds of water. Violet slowly closed her eyes, knowing they would take care of her. She felt as if she were floating in a warm sea as water cascaded over her shoulders. Tristan was diligent and gentle, taking the time to pin her long hair atop her head as she lay quietly in the large tub. She wished he would join her, but she was too exhausted to say anything. She listened as he softly hummed a tune to her. He had a beautiful voice, but then he was a beautiful man.

  Footsteps in the hallway told her bath time was over. Sighing, she knew it to be true when Tristan let the water out of the tub. The next thing she knew she was once again being lifted and carried back to the bed. Smiling, Violet closed her eyes, letting her exhaustion
take over.

  Sometime later, a noise woke her. Violet blinked several times, letting her eyes adjust to the light. Looking up, she spotted Sasha and Tristan sitting on a bench at the end of the large bed. Both men were dressed again, hair wet and clean-shaven. If she didn’t know any better, they both just showered.

  Turning her head, Violet took in the room. It was beautiful. The bed, now draped in blood-red silk, looked sensual, reminding her of the first night she and Sasha met. To her right she saw a small sofa, end table, and a violet plant up against the wall. To her left the wall was covered with all sorts of toys, dildos, butt plugs, canes, and paddles. Looking back at them, Violet found them quiet and staring attentively at her. She didn’t know what to say, let alone do.

  “We want to try something, Violet. There won’t be a need for a safe word because in this game there isn’t one. Just say stop and we will stop. We both know how you feel about BDSM and we completely understand, but like the many others in this town, you, my little flower, have been claimed. You’re ours, forever. You say you love us, well, we love you, too.” Sasha said seriously. Confused, Violet looked at Tristan for an explanation.

  “As a matter of fact, sweetheart, we love you so much we’re more than willing to change for you. We will stay here in Treasure Cove. All of us will, including you. Love works both ways, or three ways as in our case, that we don’t want to change who we are with you per se, more like we want to show you what a life with us will be like,” Tristan added.

  “We’re dominants, Violet. We always have been. I believe you know that and that’s why you are attracted to us. It’s not a bad thing, but you’ve had bad things happen to you. We want to show you that not everything is bad. There are many wonderful aspects of the BDSM lifestyle. Aspects that you crave and things you’d be willing to do anything for. We want to experience those things with you as you learn them.”

  “We want to be your teachers.”