The Huntingtons of McKenna Downs (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Zoey Marcel

  Glimpsing the way she trembled, he brushed the backs of his fingers against her soft cheek to steady her.

  “You doing okay?” he asked.

  She gave him a fond smile and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “You still want to do this?”

  “Very much, Sir. Do I look okay?”

  “You look gorgeous.” He helped Kendall to her feet and fastened her hands in cuffs above her head with her ankles secured in cuffs to the hooks at the bottom of the wooden A-frame. “And really fucking hot.”

  She shivered at his whisper into her ear, gasping at his light kiss on her shoulder.

  He picked up the single-tail whip and then petted her back to relax her. After a quick rub followed by a light smack to her buttocks, he warmed her up with gentle swings, standing close to her until she was ready for more.

  He stood back and began to whip her harder, varying the type of strike and the place on her body that he hit. Every so often, he stopped to soothe away the burn and admire her pinked skin before resuming the whipping. He saw her slip under and relax completely. Soon, her grunts and small cries of pain became moans of pleasure.

  When he set the single-tail down and then cupped her mound, she squealed with delight. He stroked her naked pussy back and forth in a way that seemed to drive her crazy.

  “Please, Sir,” she whispered.

  “You can come now.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  Her faint outcry as she came made him even harder. His dick strained so hard against his leather that it hurt. When her climax waned, he eased the plug out of her tight asshole that he’d inserted earlier and then pulled his cock out. He left his clothes on and quickly suited up his erection.

  She whimpered as he gradually worked his dick into her body. He took his time since he knew he was hung.

  “You’re doing good, doll. They’re watching you, seeing you take my big cock up your ass. They’re gonna hear you scream when we come together.”

  “Maybe I won’t scream,” she said faintly.

  He swatted her ass, stealing a groan from her. “You’ll scream and they’re gonna hear it and see you writhing all over like the hot little siren you are.”

  “I think I would be too embarrassed to scream.” A feeble cry emerged from her when he packed the rest of his hard penis into her, filling her completely.

  “You’ll do whatever I tell you to.”

  She moaned and he felt her cunt dripping onto his hand when he touched her there. “Yes, Sir.”

  He fucked her slowly at first, testing her response. Her breathing sounded labored and horny, and the throb in his cock escalated when he saw her writhing against her binds beneath his thrusts.

  He felt the eyes of their audience on them as he screwed her. Her ragged breaths became sobs of pleasure as he deepened his thrusts and pummeled her faster. He reminded himself that she was in subspace, so it was even more his responsibility to make sure he didn’t get carried away with the ass-plundering while she was drugged with the endorphin-high. He didn’t want to hurt her.

  The heat of her ass was incredible. He felt the velvety fire scalding his aching dick through the condom, savored the way her snug inner walls massaged his thrusting cock. His balls swung and tapped her battered bottom with each plunge, making her whimper and sag against him and the A-frame.

  “Come with me, doll,” he murmured into her ear. “And yeah, you’re gonna scream.”

  She gasped and arched when he exhaled a hot gust of air into her ear. He rubbed her swollen clit and licked the shell of her ear, grinning when she started to orgasm. Grunting, he went breathless when her ass locked down violently on his dick. It was the tightest fit of his life.

  Kendall screamed like he told her to, but it didn’t sound forced. Even if he’d forbidden her to make a sound, she probably wouldn’t have been able to help herself. He heard her sobbing as she shook with ecstasy.

  Shane bellowed as he spilled his balls, spraying into the condom and riding the quaking waves. He leaned against her briefly, just long enough to draw in a breath and then kiss her neck. His partner. He never thought he’d ever feel like this again, had never fallen for a woman before.

  His brothers and Quentin had talked about marrying her. Justin had declined since he was too young to really know what he wanted yet, or who.

  The other three knew, had made plans to claim Kendall as their wife. Shane wanted in.

  * * * *

  On a rainy day in March, Kendall spent the day shopping at Rushmore Mall in Rapid City with her sister, Melanie.

  “Now we can have a double wedding like we always talked about.”

  Kendall moved to a new rack to browse. “We can, but you already got married at the courthouse with your men.”

  “That was because I didn’t want to wait around for you so I could be legally married. I saved the wedding ceremony and reception for you, though.”

  “That’s so sweet.” She hugged her sibling. “I would love to have a double wedding with you.”

  “What about your career?”

  “Don’t worry. I’ve got it all worked out. I’m gonna marry them and be a thoughtful wife by living here with them for a couple of years, and then I’ll bring up New York again.”

  Melanie appeared concerned. “What if they don’t want to move there?”

  “I’ll be their wife. They won’t have a choice. It’s the least they can do if I spend two years here for them. Then they’ll move to New York with me and I can have my career.”

  “Have you talked about that with them?”

  “No. I’ll mention it after we’ve been married a while.”

  “Don’t you think it’s better to say something now rather than later?”

  “I’m compromising for them. They’d better do that for me later on.”

  “Oh, wow. Maybe you should say something now and you guys can all work something out.”

  “My mind is made up. This way, everybody wins. Stop worrying.”

  They shopped in silence for a moment.

  “Still haven’t gotten that watch fixed, huh?”

  Melanie smiled while skimming over a clothing rack. “I actually broke it deliberately years ago so it would always be set on the same hour Kimberly was born.”

  “Aw, that’s precious. How is she doing?”

  Years ago, her sister had a baby for a barren couple.

  “She’s good. I got to see her a while back in Washington. She’s beautiful.”

  “I bet.”

  “I’m gonna try these on before I find too many things to buy.”

  Kendall flipped through the rack. “Your cowboys are loaded. You should take advantage of that.”

  “I don’t want to have more outfits than days in the year.”

  “I do. I want one of those walk-in closets with scads of shoes and clothes, like the kind you see on TV that make you hate those rich bitches.”

  Melanie smiled. “I actually do have a walk-in closet with room to spare.”

  “What’s the matter with you, girl? Fill it.”

  “I’m working on it. I’ll be right back.” She headed toward the dressing rooms.

  Kendall piled the clothes up in her arms. Her men were wealthy, too, and they were gonna pay for her great sense of style.

  Someone bumped into her and because of her high heels, she wobbled and dropped her stuff.

  “Ah, Jaysus, I’m sorry. Let me help you with that.” A smoking-hot man with what sounded like an Irish lilt knelt to help her gather her things.

  “That’s okay. Aiden, wasn’t it?”

  “Right, you’re the Huntingtons’ woman, Kendall, yeah?”

  “Nice of you to remember. Are you shopping?”

  And the ditz award of 2015 goes to...

  “I am. I’m lookin’ for an Easter dress for my little girl.”

  “Aw, I didn’t know you had a daughter.”

  “You mean Justin didn’t tell you?”

  “No. Why would he?”


  “It’s not important.”

  Aiden wore jeans and a gray T-shirt under his black leather jacket. She loved black leather on a man. It gave her ideas for a nice birthday gift for her men. Those studs would be absolute hotties in leather.

  “I’m surprised your men let you drive all the way out here by y’rself,” Aiden said.

  “I’m here with my sister, actually. She’s trying on clothes. It’s not like they could keep me from shopping if I want to.”

  “Until they get a ring on your finger.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He laid the clothes in her arms. “You know, with the town curse and all.”

  “What?”

  “You mean they didn’t tell you about the legend of McKenna Downs? I’m not a superstitious man myself but, honest to God, it’s true.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  His eyes didn’t match the frown. “They haven’t told you yet? My mistake. I thought you knew. Strange how they didn’t tell you. I would have thought for sure they’d have mentioned it, you bein’ engaged and all. Maybe they’re plannin’ on tellin’ you before they put the ring on your hand. It’d be too late, otherwise. I’d like to think they aren’t keepin’ it a secret to trap you with them indefinitely. God love them, how low would that be?”

  The suspense was maddening. “What curse?”

  He glanced around before leaning in and speaking in a hushed timbre. “A long time ago, a curse was put on McKenna Downs. The women wanted multiple men as partners. The men agreed to it, but the condition was that the women had to submit to the men and they could never leave town without askin’ their men for permission first.”

  Kendall snorted. “I can leave town if I want to. I don’t need their permission.”

  “That’s because they haven’t collared you or put a ring on you yet. Mark my words, the minute they do, you lose your freedom. There’s meant to be an invisible wall that keeps taken women from leavin’ town. The only way they can get past it is if the men allow them to, but the women hafta return, otherwise they die.”

  “What? That’s insane. You don’t really believe that.”

  Aiden smiled darkly and lowered his voice. “Ask your sister. She wears the O’Neils’ ring and their collar. Did she give you a lift here?”

  “Yes.”

  “And did she call her men first to ask them for permission to leave town to go shoppin’ with you?”

  Kendall became spooked. “Yeah.”

  “This lifestyle suits her. She lives to serve other people, like Mother Teresa, and probably has a soft spot for kids. If you’re that way as well, maybe being trapped in a small town with chauvinists under some archaic curse fulfills you.” Aiden ran his hand over a hanging jacket while chewing gum with his mouth open. “Not that it’s my business, of course. Justin mentioned how talented you were with designin’ clothes. New York has brilliant opportunities for someone of your capabilities, as does Europe.”

  “Why wouldn’t they tell me?”

  “I’m sure they will. I doubt they’re tryin’ to turn you into a 1950s housewife, although some unscrupulous men in that town have done so to their women. It’s why I have my daughter livin’ elsewhere. No controlling man is gonna take over her life. But some women like that.”

  “What about my career?”

  “Ah, but you’ll be a mother and find fulfillment in changin’ nappies and raisin’ wee ones. You can learn to be the perfect wife and submissive to your men. That is what you want, isn’t it?”

  Something that felt a lot like a panic attack came over her.

  “God forgive me, I thought you knew.” He rested his elbow against the rack and shook his head, massaging his forehead with his fingertips. “Ah, Shane’s gonna wonder what he did to piss me off. He thinks of me as his best mate. It just slipped out.”

  “It’s not your fault. It was an honest mistake.”

  “I can’t have this on my conscience, knowin’ how hurt he’ll be that I ran my mouth. We’re business partners. I didn’t mean to create tension.”

  “I won’t tell him.”

  Aiden smiled and gave her a quick pat on the arm. “You’re a good woman. If you don’t mind givin’ me your opinion, which of these dresses should I get my little girl for Easter? She’s a strawberry blonde with blue eyes like her mother was.”

  Kendall tried to concentrate through the daze. “The one with flowers on it.”

  He pointed at her, smiling. “You’re right. She loves flowers. Thanks for your help. Oh, and I wouldn’t worry about your men not tellin’ you yet. I’m sure they’ll allow you some freedom. Shane wouldn’t force you into a power exchange, even if he does get restless without one. I’m sure both his divorces were due to other factors.”

  Crap, she hadn’t thought of that.

  “Or maybe eventually you’ll become submissive enough to have one with him. You spend enough time in that town, it changes you.” Aiden gave her a quick wave as he walked away. “Cheers.”

  Kendall trembled in shock as her sister approached. “Is it true, the curse in McKenna Downs?”

  “Yeah, it’s true. You didn’t know?”

  “No.”

  “It’s nothing to be afraid of. Just ask your men about it and they’ll explain it to you.” Melanie petted her arm. “I’m really happy with my choice. My men let me leave town for the day whenever I want. I’m sure yours will, too.”

  “Let.” Nobody let her do anything. This was the twenty-first fucking century. If anything, she was going to let her men have it.

  * * * *

  Kendall asked to be dropped off in town when they were done with their shopping excursion. She’d left her car in the parking lot of the drugstore when they’d met up that morning. After Melanie drove away, Kendall walked toward the end of town, heart racing the closer she drew. She didn’t have a ring on her finger or a collar around her neck yet. She might still be free to come and go as she pleased.

  However, she was engaged to the Huntingtons and to Quentin. What if that commitment and their love was enough to bind her here?

  She stopped at the edge of town and reached out with a shaky hand.

  No wall. No wall. No wall.

  Her arm extended just fine, so she walked farther until she was past town but could still see it.

  Like I said, I don’t need permission to—

  She smacked up against something, but there was nothing there. The blood froze in her veins, and her scalp prickled. With a shaky hand, she reached out and touched something solid, something invisible. Why hadn’t it been there earlier?

  Then she recalled that when she’d told her men she wanted to leave McKenna Downs to go shopping in Rapid City with her sister, they’d said that was fine and told her to have fun. She couldn’t remember whether it had been worded as permissive or not. Maybe one man giving her the okay was enough for a temporary leave.

  Horror filled her as she felt up the unseen barrier, looking for an opening. There wasn’t one. She saw men coming and going as they pleased, and also a few women—single women, mostly, and a few taken ones who had likely gotten permission from their partners to leave town for the day. Of all the fucking Stepford Wives bullshit...

  She saw a young man in his twenties that she’d learned was Brighton McAlister approaching. He was the youngest of Alan McAlister’s sons and apparently richer than God.

  “Hey, pretty lady. Have you seen my partners?”

  How the hell was she supposed to know who his partners were?

  He had a big grin on his face as he walked right into the wall and it smacked his face. He fell over onto his ass.

  “What the hell?” He got up, dusting his butt off. “I’m not normally this clumsy.”

  “The curse applies to you, too?

  “What curse?” he asked, smacking into the barrier again. “What the fuck is going on?”

  “You don’t even live in McKenna Downs.”

  “I know. I’m here to see one of my p
artners.” He rubbed his nose. “What are you talking about?”

  “Taken women can’t leave town unless they get permission from their husbands.”

  “But I’m not a woman and I’m not married.”

  “Do you have a dominant partner that lives in this town?”

  “Yeah.” His mouth fell open. “Oh my god.”

  “I guess it applies to men, too.”

  He seemed dazed. “I have to go.”

  Brighton backed away slowly before wandering off, probably for a drink or to talk to his partner.

  She wanted to scream at hers.

  “What are you doing, boo?”

  Kendall spun around to see René coming toward her with Quentin. “You bastards, why didn’t you tell me about the curse?”

  They looked genuinely surprised.

  “You can’t leave town?” Quentin asked.

  “No! You knew about this. Admit it.”

  “We knew,” René admitted. “We were gonna tell you tonight before going shopping with you for your engagement ring.”

  “Well, it’s a little late for that. Apparently agreeing to marry you was enough to trap me here, or submitting to you guys did the trick. Some poor guy got trapped here, too, just because he’s submissive to someone who lives here.” She was so scared and angry she was on the verge of tears.

  “The curse binds submissive men?” Quentin asked.

  “Yeah, now you know why Charlie doesn’t want to be your bitch.” She regretted the words the second they came out of her mouth. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Maybe he doesn’t know.”

  Yeah, I’ll just bet he doesn’t.

  “Charlie has issues with pride and surrender,” Quentin said. “I thought you were different.”

  “You should have told me from day one.”

  “Would you have stayed if we had?” René asked.

  She shook her head, eyes welling with tears.

  “And look at all you would have missed out on because of it.”

  She was glad she hadn’t, but she couldn’t stay.

  Quentin eyed her knowingly, dark eyes sad. “You’re already gone, aren’t you?”