Night Moves [The Doms of Sybaris Cove 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  When they dropped her off at her apartment before going to work each morning, she went back to sleep for a few hours before getting up to help her grandmother in the shop. Nita found herself daydreaming about living with them, but then she’d glance over at Phyllis helping a customer, or dusting a shelf, and reality would hit.

  She couldn’t leave her grandmother alone, and she didn’t want to. She would likely never be a priestess like she was, but she adored this little shop and couldn’t imagine not having this to do all day. Had either of them considered that? Or had she assumed too much again? It was possible neither of them thought about her being with them all the time. Or if they did, they dismissed it as something that wasn’t possible.

  Celina lived with Arizona and Dallas, but Celina had already worked at Phoebe’s Playthings. Giselle lived with Kade and Elliot, and all three had quit their jobs at the company and were now building a club, on the property that Kade and Elliot owned.

  Taj, Jeff, and Alaina still worked at Phoebe’s Playthings. Nando and Graham did, too, and Leta was opening an art gallery on Kade and Elliot’s property, as well. Jade still worked at the police station, but she lived with Estevan and Liam. Kai lived with Jagger and Ian now, although she still worked at the hospital as an X-ray technician.

  Each of them had jobs that didn’t require their presence full-time, and all of the subs had been free to move in with their two Doms. She wasn’t in that position.

  Guilt swept through Nita as she watched her grandmother work. The woman had taken her in without hesitation when her parents were killed, and had never asked for anything in return. She’d probably tell her to go and live with Brett and Mark if it came to that, but Nita knew that she’d be lonely upstairs all by herself.

  And who would help her here? It was too much to run on her own now. Her thoughts traveled back to Petra’s situation. Could she be persuaded to come here and help Phyllis run the shop? It seemed like the ideal situation, but was Nita using Petra’s recent breakup to further her own agenda? That wasn’t like her. She didn’t want to be that person.

  Nita didn’t know what the right answer was. She didn’t even know if there was one. She only knew two things. She was falling, and hard, for Brett and Mark, and the more time that passed, the more she wanted to be with them both every second of the day and night.

  * * * *

  Friday afternoon, Mark and Brett took off work early to set things up for their planned role play with Nita at Brett’s house. They’d been teasing her about it all week but wouldn’t give her any details except that she’d need her acting skills again, and this time they intended to stay in character longer.

  They’d come up with what they hoped would be a unique and fun experience for her. All week long she’d been fascinated with the collection of daggers that Brett had shown her. Ever since she’d expressed an interest in the pirate lore of the island, they’d planned this.

  Estevan had been collecting swords and other trinkets once owned by pirates most of his life. His grandfather, Alejandro, had given him many of them. Consequently, Brett had become interested in collecting daggers when he was in middle school, and now he had an impressive collection. Most were true antiques and he kept them safely under glass, but a few had a questionable history and the men felt they could be used in their role-play fantasy without harming them, or Nita.

  “I hope it’s not too much for her,” said Mark as they made sure one last time that everything was ready.

  “She’ll have her safewords, and we’ll make sure to watch her closely.”

  “All right. Let’s go and pick her up. I’m ready.”

  Brett hesitated. “One more thing first. I called Carlee about my house.”

  “What? Why?” Carlee Raleigh was one of his father’s cousins, and the top realtor on the island now.

  “Just to get an idea of how well she thought it would sell. In case I wanted to one day.”

  “And?”

  “And she thinks it would go fast because of the location, and also because it’s not as large as the others built on the hillsides. It’s affordable.”

  Mark grinned. “You think I should call her, too?”

  “That’s up to you. But your home is much closer to downtown, and there’s still plenty of room for three people to live comfortably in it.”

  He studied Brett’s face for a few seconds. “Dude, you’re totally serious about this, aren’t you? I mean, Nita moving in with us one day.”

  “Aren’t you?”

  He was. It had been all he’d thought about since Sunday evening. “Yeah. I guess I am.” But were they moving too fast? They hadn’t really discussed this with Nita. “What if that’s not what she wants?”

  “What if it is?”

  “Let’s go and pick her up. Get through tonight first. See how things go.” Mark couldn’t say why he was so reluctant to take this plunge. Maybe because he’d never had a real sub, like Brett had. Perhaps because every woman he’d ever dated, with the exception of Nita, had pushed so hard to move things along quickly that Mark had always backed off.

  But Nita wasn’t like that. If anything, they were doing far more chasing of her than the other way around. Mark wasn’t used to that. He didn’t know how to react. Why couldn’t he simply relax and accept who she was? Why couldn’t he embrace the blessing in his life that had fallen into his lap?

  There was no question he cared for her. And obviously Brett did, as well. And he knew she cared for each of them. What was his fucking problem? When was he going to allow himself to be happy, and give his heart to a woman? Especially one who had never once shown any interest in pursuing him or Brett purely for their family name and money?

  Nita was unlike any other woman he’d ever known. She was perfect. It was time to stop dicking around and let her into his heart, as well as his bed.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Nita had dressed in a skirt, sweater, boots, and the sexy lace bra and panties the guys had bought her earlier in the week. She hadn’t even known that Phoebe’s Playthings had a small retail shop in the building. All they’d told her about tonight was that it was a role-play scene and would include some edgy play. She’d have her safewords, and they wouldn’t ask her to do anything she was uncomfortable with. They were going to give her clothes to change into once she arrived at Brett’s house, and that had intrigued her more than anything.

  Once inside Brett’s house, they asked if she needed anything to eat or drink, but she told them she was fine. “What are we doing? I’m so excited.” Excited wasn’t even the right word. She was ready to jump out of her skin.

  Mark laughed softly. “I love that you’re so anxious and ready for us. Okay. We won’t hold you in suspense any longer. Here’s the scenario. We’re pirates, and you’re our captive.”

  “Oh my God…” All week long she’d been talking about pirates and swords, and the stories she’d heard all her life. Brett had even shown her several daggers he’d collected over the years. “Are you serious?” This was more than she’d ever expected. Her pussy was soaked now, and her clit throbbed.

  “Quite,” said Brett. He crooked a finger at her. “Come with us, wench. We’ll get into costume and go over the ground rules.”

  They led her to the spare bedroom, which was lit only by a few candles. Brett pointed toward the bed. “We found the top and skirt at a thrift store downtown. Put them on. Keep on your underwear but take off the boots. We want you barefooted. Mark and I are going to change into breeches and shirts.”

  She took a seat on the bed only because she was dizzy with excitement. Brett sat next to her, stroking her arm. “Are you okay? Is this too much?”

  “What? Oh, no, Sir. Not at all. I’m overwhelmed. This is going to be so much fun. What do I do? How do you want me to act? What part am I playing?”

  Both men smiled, and the gesture sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through her body.

  “This is a kidnap role-play scene,” said Mark. “We’re going to ask you
to play along with it. We’ll be using two of Brett’s fake pirate daggers to cut off these clothes, but not your pretty underwear. We won’t ruin that. We will not cut your skin, however. We want you to go as deeply into the fear part of this as you’re comfortable going. Totally immerse yourself in it if you want. Your safewords will apply, of course, and we will break character every so often to make sure you’re really okay.”

  “That sounds so sexy. Do you want me to fight you?”

  “Jesus,” whispered Brett. “Yes, if you want to, as long as we know you’re only playing.”

  “I’ll only be playing. Promise. If you do or say something that scares me I’ll safeword. I swear it.”

  They exchanged a glance. “We weren’t sure you’d go for this,” said Mark.

  “I love it. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard of. When can we start?”

  “As soon as we’re all dressed.” Mark rose. “You change and stay here. This is your bedroom, and we’re going to pretend we broke into the house and you’re all alone, and we know that. Okay?”

  “Okay. Thank you. Both of you. For this and for everything.”

  “Oh, Nita…” Mark gave her a tight hug, and her heart pounded. She was so close to falling head-over-heels for these two, and this night would seal the deal. There was no doubt about it.

  When he released her, Brett kissed her deeply, forcing several moans from her. “Thank you, Nita. For this night, and for everything.” He gazed at her with so much tenderness and intensity that she was sure she’d melt right into his arms. She never wanted to leave them. Never.

  After they exited the room to put on their costumes, she hurried to change her own clothes, then glanced around the room. What would a seventeenth-century lady of the house be doing if she were all alone in her room at night? Reading. Or sewing or something. Hell, she didn’t know. She couldn’t even think right now.

  Her entire body was on fire. She’d never been this excited or turned-on. Nita finally arranged the pillows and sat on the bed with a book she’d found. She opened it, but had no fucking clue what the words said. She listened down the hall for noises, and when she heard their boots on the wood floor she nearly came.

  Nita closed her eyes for a second and tried to get into the proper head space. Unlike last Saturday, this time she wanted to stay in character and really make this fun for Brett and Mark. They burst into her room, dressed in the sexiest outfits she’d ever seen, and her surprised yelp wasn’t fake.

  Both men wore old-fashioned dress breeches with a flap covering that couldn’t hide their bulges and drawstring closures at the top of their knee-length boots. Their loose white shirts were tucked into the waistband of their breeches, but it was the leather pouches at their waists that caught her attention. They’d said they were going to use actual daggers. Nita heard the blood pounding in her ears, and her arousal went through the roof.

  “Well, what have we here?”

  She’d never heard such a lecherous tone in Mark’s voice, and she had to force back a smile as she struggled to get into her proper role. “Who are you? How dare you come in here? This is my father’s house. Leave at once or I’ll call him.”

  “Your father isn’t here, missy,” said Brett, his eyes full of lust and humor. “You’re alone in this house. A mistake you will soon regret making.”

  They advanced toward her, and Nita scooted to the other edge of the bed, but before she could move off it, Brett caught her around the waist and pushed her facedown on the comforter. He ground his erection into the cleft between her ass cheeks and tugged on her hair, forcing her head back. The arousal coursing through her body was unlike any she’d experienced.

  “Now we’re going to have some fun. We’ve been watching you, Nita. Oh, yes. We know your name. Ever since you came wandering down the docks. We saw you eyeing us.”

  “I wasn’t. I swear it. Leave me alone. My father will kill you both if he finds you here.”

  “He won’t,” said Mark, leaning close to her ear. “We’ve sent him on a wild goose chase that will keep him busy for a few days, and your servants are gone for the duration, as well. It’s just you and us, little lady. You’re going to keep us entertained until we say it’s time to leave, and there isn’t one thing you can do about it.”

  “I’ll pay you anything you want. Just leave me alone.”

  Brett sat up and ran his hands down her back, and then grasped both ass cheeks. “It’s not money we’re after, missy.”

  He moved off her and turned her onto her back, and then Mark pulled her arms overhead as Brett ripped open her shirt. Buttons went flying. She only knew that because she heard them hit the bed around her. Nita gasped more at his strength than anything.

  “Nice.” He cupped her breasts, running his thumbs along the lace on her bra. “Very nice.”

  “Get off me.” She could barely breathe, let alone speak.

  “It would be a shame to ruin such pretty undergarments,” said Mark, releasing her wrists.

  She moved to push Brett off her, but he caught her wrists, holding them with one hand. “If you hit, scratch, bite, kick, or fight us in any way, we will hurt you. If you don’t, we won’t. Understand?”

  “I’m not going to simply let you…you…take me!”

  Both men laughed, and if Nita hadn’t known they were acting, she’d have shivered in fear. They were that convincing. This was far more exciting than anything they’d done Saturday. Her heart pounded so hard she was sure she’d pass out, but not from fear. She wanted them to tie her up and force their dicks into every hole.

  Mark held up a dagger, and she moaned, hoping it sounded more like fear than desire. “You will let us take you. You have no choice in the matter.” He held it to her throat, and Nita moaned again as goose bumps broke out over her entire body. The blade didn’t hurt. Rather, the cold steel pressed against her skin sent a crazy rush of endorphins through her body.

  “Brett is going to let go of your wrists, and you’re going to remove what’s left of your top and that lovely bra. Got it?”

  “No. I won’t undress for you.”

  He ran the edge of the blade over her skin, and Nita cried out in pleasure. Again, there was no pain. He wasn’t pressing hard enough for that. It was the idea of him using it on her that sent her arousal out of control. “Take them off willingly, or we ruin your pretty things. Your choice.”

  Brett let go of her wrists and moved off her. Nita sat up and unhooked the bra then pushed the straps off her arms but refused to go any further. This way they could cut up the shirt and remove her bra without ruining it. Although by this time, she didn’t give a shit if they did cut it up. She’d buy a new one herself if it came to that.

  “Keep going,” said Brett, his voice thick and heavy as though he were barely hanging onto his own control.

  She shook her head. “No. I won’t willingly give myself to pirates!”

  Both men laughed. “You gave yourself to that lieutenant well enough. Or did you think we hadn’t heard about that?”

  “That was different. He wasn’t a dirty thief like you two.”

  “Oh, I see,” said Mark. “The little lady has a loathing for us. Well, we’ll see about that.”

  Nita gasped as Brett moved around to pull her arms behind her back. He did it so quickly she had no time to react. Mark knelt in front of her and cut open the shirt, ruining it forever. He sliced off the sleeves, and then he removed her bra and tossed it across the room.

  “Stop this! Leave me alone. I can pay you. My family is very rich.”

  Mark ran the edge of the knife between her breasts, and Nita moaned. “I told you. We don’t want money.” He brushed the point over each nipple, and Nita began to tremble, but not from fear. “These are beautiful. I’d hate to see them cut up.”

  “Please don’t hurt me,” she whispered.

  “I’ll have to if you won’t give me what I want.”

  “What do you want?”

  He laughed, his eyes dancing with d
elight. “What do you think?” He placed the dagger next to his right thigh and grasped her breasts, rolling the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. It was almost impossible to pretend she didn’t like it, but Nita began to struggle against his touch.

  “I can see she isn’t going to cooperate,” said Brett. He held her wrists with one hand and placed the other over her throat, again not pushing hard enough to hurt her. “You didn’t fight that officer in the woods. Why are you fighting us?”

  “What? You pigs. You watched us.”

  “Of course we watched you,” said Mark, picking up the dagger again. “You were in plain sight, in the middle of the day. What did you think would happen? And now you’re going to give both of us what you gave him, as many times as we say you will, and in every hole.”

  “No. I won’t do it. You can’t force me to.”

  Mark laughed. “Yes, we can.” He pushed her down, and Brett pulled a length of twine from a loop on his belt, tying her wrists together before she had time to process what they’d done. She cried out and pretended to fight them, but they were both much too strong for her. She didn’t have to act much because they easily overpowered her, and that sent her excitement level to new heights.

  Brett moved her closer to the head of the bed and pulled another piece of twine from his belt then tied that to the one around her wrists and secured it to the head board. She was on her back, arms tied overhead, at their mercy.

  Except for her legs.

  She kicked at Mark, hoping she didn’t accidentally hurt him, and was rewarded with him straddling her chest. He picked up the dagger and ran the flat blade across her breasts. She yelled in protest, so he cupped her face over her mouth with one strong hand. “Shut up or we’ll gag you. Relax. You might enjoy this.”

  “Never! You’re pigs! Get off me!”

  “Not a chance, sweetheart. Not until we’ve had our fill. And that might take a while.”