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

by Rebecca Joyce

  “We want to love you the only way we know how.”

  “We want to play a game with you.”

  “A game?” she asked. “I don’t understand.”

  They both got up and started walking in circles. Violet felt like the prey of two hungry beasts. She heard Tristan say something to Sasha, and then Sasha started talking. “We are both going to give you a choice. You choose the one you want. However, the one you don’t choose will pick your consequence. Don’t worry about which one to pick or hurting our feelings. This is all about your pleasure, Violet, you will enjoy the consequences, too.”

  “If at any time it gets to be too much, say stop. Sasha is right, this is all about your pleasure and we won’t get angry if you decide to end it,” Tristan added.

  Finally getting a chance to speak, Violet asked her only question, “What do I call you two?”

  They both chuckled and answered, “By our names, of course.” Confused, Violet just said what they were both waiting to hear. “Okay, I’ll play.”

  “Do you want me to strip?” Sasha asked.

  “Or do you want me to strip?” Tristan countered.

  Violet looked at both men. They are grinning and waiting for her answer. Contemplating, she didn’t know who to pick. She wanted both of them naked. She loved looking at their bodies. Each man was exquisite, muscled, and beautiful to behold. Each man had things her body desired and craved. But she couldn’t pick them both. She had to pick one. Which man did she want to see naked?

  “I want you to strip, Tristan,” she said. Watching him strip, Violet felt the sex radiating off him. Her attention was so focused on Tristan, she didn’t see Sasha move. One minute she was looking at Tristan, the next, Sasha flipped her over. Her ass was in the air and her face was pushed into the pillow.

  “Your consequence is that you can’t use your hands for the rest of the evening, Violet,” Sasha said as his fingers deftly attached a pair of cuffs around them. Grabbing her hair, Sasha turned her over and helped her to kneel on the bed. Tristan was standing to the right of her. His cock was hard and leaking, as he smiled at her.

  “Your next choice is, do you want to suck my cock?” Tristan asked while he slowly stroked his cock.

  “Or do you want me to fuck you from behind?” Sasha asked, kneeling on the bed behind her, rubbing his hard cock against her wet pussy. Sasha’s cock slowly rubbed against her wet pussy lips as she stared at Tristan’s hard cock. Violet couldn’t tell which would be better. She wanted to suck on Tristan, but she loved the way Sasha fucked her. She didn’t know whom to choose.

  “Please fuck me, Sasha,” she finally decided. Sasha slowly pushed into her pussy, taking his sweet time, filling her up until he was all the way in. Violet tried to grind against him, but he held her in place. This was agony. She couldn’t touch him and she wanted to. Tristan was still stroking his cock as more cum leaked from the head. She wanted more. She needed them both.

  “What’s her consequence, Tristan?” Sasha asked, kissing her neck as he thrust into her.

  Violet screamed at the pleasure and arched against his body, trying to get some friction against her clit. Sasha noticed and pulled her back against him. She couldn’t move. She looked at Tristan, pleading with him as he said, “Your consequence, sweetheart, is you’re not allowed to come.”

  Kneeling down before her, Tristan pressed his lips against hers, swallowing her cries as Sasha started fucking her faster. Violet didn’t know how much time passed before she felt fingers slowly rubbing her clit.

  Tristan broke the kiss and Violet begged him to let her orgasm. When they both said no at the same time, Violet wanted to cry as they continued to manipulate her body. Sasha started pounding into her cunt harder as Tristan rubbed her clit faster.

  Screaming, Violet kept begging them to let her come, but as soon as she was about to orgasm, they both stopped. Sasha pulled out while Tristan leaned back, leaving her unsatisfied. Violet heard them chuckle and it made her blush with frustration. They were enjoying this game. She could see it clearly on their faces. They were having fun torturing her. They liked playing games. Games were fun, when all parties were enjoying themselves. Violet, however, was not. She desperately needed to come and they weren’t going to let her because apparently she chose wrong.

  “Your next choice, Violet. Do you want me to lick that sweet pussy of yours?” Sasha asked.

  “Or do you want me to tie you up? Don’t forget you still can’t orgasm, Violet,” Tristan added, grinning. Looking at them made her pussy throb and yet she didn’t have a choice but to go with being tied up. If Sasha went down on her, she would come. She knew it. She wouldn’t be able to hold it back. “You can tie me in rope,” she whispered reluctantly.

  Instantly she knew made the wrong decision because they both grinned wickedly. Tristan walked toward the door and Violet noticed a duffle bag next to it. Sasha picked her up and said, “I hope you are having fun, it’s going to be a long night.” With that, he laid her gently on the bed.

  It was then that Violet noticed Sasha had a blindfold in his hand again. Sitting upright on the bed, she lowered her head and let him secure the blindfold around her eyes. Flexing her arms, she tried to relax as Tristan ran the rope over her body. Her hands were undone and repositioned. The rope was now tightly pressed to her skin. She started to move with him and relax into his hold.

  She was startled when she heard Sasha say, “Now for your consequence. I’m going to eat your pussy anyway.” Her legs were instantly spread. Hands trailed up her thighs. Violet tried to pull away and close her legs, but his hands tightened. There was hot breath against her pussy. She gasped. The breath got warmer and then Sasha’s tongue licked her clit.

  Groaning, Violet tried to push her pussy into his mouth, but his hands held her down. Tristan continued tying more rope, taking his sweet time and getting the rope snug against her skin. Sasha was leisurely licking her clit and rubbing his fingers against her pussy lips.

  Tristan finished with the rope and began tugging and twisting her nipples, his hard cock behind her. She imagined what it would feel like inside her.

  Sasha’s fingers pushed deep into her pussy, and Violet couldn’t hold it back anymore. “Please let me come, Sasha, I can’t stand it anymore. Please, let me come. Fuck, I’m going to!”

  They stopped everything.

  Falling back into the bed, Violet groaned in frustration, barely holding her anger in check. This was something new. She’d been angry before, but this was different. This anger was fueled by desire. Something she’d never experienced before. She wanted what they were offering her. She’d done everything they asked and yet they denied her the pleasure. What more did she have to do? She couldn’t take the teasing anymore.

  “You have been such a good girl tonight, Violet. The last thing you need to choose is just a number. Choose one or two,” Sasha said. Contemplating the question, Violet told them both she wanted to go with number two. It felt like a trap, because in a matter of seconds she was repositioned. Her ass was in the air and she was completely exposed to both of them.

  Something cool dripped down onto her asshole. Groaning softly on the bed, Violet pushed her ass higher in the air as one of them started rubbing the cool liquid into her asshole. Violet could feel the cool liquid enter her. Only there was something else. Fingers. One of them was pushing fingers into her ass. Violet moaned and started to push back on them. Her body was no longer her own. She was delirious with the need to come. She couldn’t stop moving as finger after finger slid into her ass. Gasping, Violet could feel herself getting closer and closer to coming. She started begging silently for them to let her come, but she was denied again. Every time she begged, she was at the brink, and like the other times before, they stopped right before she fell over the edge of pleasure.

  Screaming into the pillow, Violet started pulling against the ropes, trying to get her hands free so she could finish herself off. However, the ropes were too tightly bound and she couldn’t loosen t
hem.

  “If you stop struggling, we’ll give you what you want, sweetheart,” Tristan softly said.

  Slowly, Violet stopped fighting them and relaxed into the bed, taking deep breaths.

  “Good girl, now do you want your reward?” Sasha asked sweetly as his hands came around her hips. He pulled her toward him and moved her so she was straddling his lap. “I would really like to kiss you now.” Violet felt like crying. He was asking permission to kiss her. Something so sweet, so endearing, so unlike anything she’d ever experienced. She moved her head in the direction of his voice and met his lips with hers. The kiss melded into something more. Their tongues collide together, and she pressed against his hard body. He lifted her hips higher as his cock rubbed against her pussy. Moaning into the kiss, Violet pressed hard against him.

  Grinding against him, he started to push into her. One slow thrust and Sasha was all the way in her sensitive pussy. Screaming into his mouth, she broke the kiss and squirmed on his lap. She tried to ride his cock, but Sasha held her in place, pulling her tight against his chest.

  Violet had completely forgotten about Tristan until she felt his fingers at her asshole. That was when the realization hits her. They were going to take her together, at the same time. Wiggling between the two of them, she tried to break their hold, but it was impossible. They were so much stronger than her. She threw her head back in pleasure as Tristan’s two fingers entered her asshole. He gently stretched her open, getting her ready for his cock. Tristan started fucking her slowly with his fingers, and it sent shivers through her body. She couldn’t take much more. She needed them both. Sasha slowly thrusted deep in her pussy, moving in rhythm with Tristan’s fingers. Moaning loudly, Violet tried to grind against them, longing for relief.

  “I think she is ready for your cock in her ass, Tristan,” Sasha said, halting his movements.

  “I think she is, too,” Tristan replied as he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with something bigger. Something hard and hot. Moaning, Violet started to writhe on Sasha’s cock while Tristan slowly pushed his cock inside of her ass. She wanted to scream bloody murder. The burn was enormous and so was his cock. It felt as if he were splitting her open. Gasping, Violet tried not to scream as Tristan pushed all the way into her ass with one hard thrust.

  Stuck between the two of them, her body completely stuffed, Violet tried not to move. She took several long, deep breaths as both of them started to move at the same time, pulling almost all the way out. When they both thrusted back into her, Violet couldn’t stop herself. She screamed, loudly. The angle they had her in as they fucked her put pressure directly on her clit with every movement. They kept pulling all the way out and pushing all the way in with one thrust. Gasping, Violet tried to find her voice. “I can’t hold back anymore. I need to come!”

  Sasha and Tristan started pounding into her body. All Violet could do was take what they give her. She barely heard one of them say “come,” and she did. She let herself go. Shivering between them, she screamed as waves of pleasure flowed through her body. Neither of them stopped fucking her. They just keep pounding into her as she writhed between them.

  Another wave of pleasure flowed through her body, and everything became too much. Stuck between the two of them, she couldn’t do anything. Sasha pushed her head back and bit down on her neck. Tristan pushed deep into her ass and held himself there, groaning as he erupted violently into her. Sasha kept fucking her while Tristan held still in her ass. Biting down even harder, he came deep in her pussy.

  Gently, Sasha removed her blindfold. She slowly opened her eyes to see Sasha’s face right in front of hers, smiling at her. Staring into his eyes, she smiled back as Tristan gently left her body. Exhausted, she laid her head down on Sasha’s chest as Tristan started to remove the ropes. She didn’t move when Tristan pulled the covers over her, or when Sasha slid his cock from her body. All she cared about was his warmth. Snuggling under the covers, she curled into Sasha’s arms, listening to his heartbeat.

  “I love you, little flower,” Sasha muttered, wrapping his arms tightly around her. Closing her eyes, she relaxed into him, feeling the bed dip as Tristan joined them under the covers. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep, but right before she did, she heard Tristan say, “You give me courage, Violet. I love you.”

  Later that night, he woke to the sounds of his phone vibrating. He cursed himself for not turning it off. Not wanting to wake them, he silently got out of bed and walked over to the small sofa and sat down. Trying to calm his beating heart, he looked at the caller ID and then answered the phone.

  “Ms. Grey, this better be good,” he whispered.

  “Where are you?”

  “Still in Treasure Cove,” he replied.

  “There’s a problem.”

  “What?”

  “I was doing some digging into Violet’s past. So far everything seemed to check out, but then I got this email an hour ago. You’re not going to like it. I’m sending it to you now.”

  “Can’t you just tell me what it is?” he asked.

  “No,” she curtly replied. Looking at the clock, he sighed. Three o’clock in the damn morning. Didn’t that woman ever sleep?

  Checking his emails, he opened the one Ms. Grey had just sent him and he started to read. As his eyes read the words, his relaxed composure faded. The nightmare of his past came crashing forward. He was in trouble. Looking at the woman asleep next to his best friend, his heart raced and his blood boiled, not out of anger, but out of terror. His past came crashing forward, reminding him that he would never be able to enjoy anything.

  Just hours ago, he thought his world was over. Oh, he knew he would go on, but he’d only be living a half-life, a life without meaning. And for a short few hours, there was hope again. Hope for his future that was unwritten. Violet was right earlier. He did need the courage to change. He promised to do that for her, would do it for her.

  All he needed was the courage to do it.

  Putting the phone back up to his ear, he asked, “Are you absolutely sure about this?”

  “I checked three times, sir. The information is correct. I’m sorry.”

  “Who all knows?”

  “Only you, me, and the anonymous sender of the email at this point, but if someone else were to get this information…”

  “I would lose everything,” he whispered. “And her.”

  “Yes,” Grey replied, then asked, “What do you want me to do?”

  “Burn it all. Everything. Make sure all the files are gone.”

  “That’s years of files,” she advised. “Thousands of clients.”

  “I know,” he softly said, looking at Violet as she slept. “She can never know. Nobody can, not even Tristan. And Sonja, I need you to find out who sent that email.”

  “I’ll take care of it personally.”

  “Thank you, Sonja.”

  “You’re welcome, Sasha, and I’m sorry,” her soft voice said before he ended the conversation. Sasha sat there and watched silently as the two most important people in his life slept as if nothing was wrong in their world, while his world tumbled down around him. The rumors were true, he thought, because the sins of his past were crashing down around him. He could admit that his former self didn’t decipher between right and wrong, and he did on more than one occasion make some really bad business choices. He was young and stupid, wanting to make a name for himself, and he did, doing some unsavory things. Now, those choices were going to cost him everything he worked so hard to achieve and hurt the two people he loved the most.

  His past could never be known. He had to ensure that, because if it came to light, his previous life would cost him everything.

  THE END

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Rebecca Joyce is your typical housewife and mother. The daughter of a retired military service member, Rebecca tries to incorporate the sights, smells, and adventures of her travels, but mainly she writes of the buff, gorgeous men she drooled after in her t
een years! There is just somethin’ about a man in uniform…Wow!

  Growing up in the military, Rebecca Joyce, along with her family, moved from state to state, enjoying the never-ending game of “where are we moving to next?”…which happened every two to three years! After high school, Rebecca met and married her own military service member and now devotes her time to her husband and children.

  Her “spawn,” as she lovingly calls them, demand and expect a lot of her attention. When she is not catering to the whims of her family, Rebecca spends her quiet time reading or writing.

  As an avid reader from an early age, Rebecca decided to try her hand at writing while her husband was away on a deployment to pass the time. Since then, she finds time in her hectic day to scribble down her hopes, wishes, and dreams.

  Though her real life sometimes interferes with her imaginative life, Rebecca tries to balance each with wit, sarcasm, and humor…“Screwing up takes practice…I think I’m well rehearsed!”

  Rebecca Joyce currently lives in the United States with her husband of nineteen years and their three children.

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