Mellie's Submission [Men of McKenna Downs 4] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Zoey Marcel

  She swallowed, becoming one with the smoldering ache in her vagina. “I’m thinking about how much I enjoy submitting to you and how even though it hurts when you flog me, I have to surrender to it because it’s what you want.”

  Sir sounded hot and bothered when he spoke. “And how does that make you feel, little submissive?”

  Her pussy dripped onto the floor, but she was beyond self-restraint and too acquainted with him to blush at her own depravity now. “It makes me feel really hot, Sir. Whenever you make me take pain and pleasure it makes me ache really badly. I love being under your control and feeling helpless to your will because I know I’m safe there. Your dominance makes me feel loved and your control sets me free somehow. I can’t explain it, but it drives me crazy.”

  She peeked over her shoulder at him, feeling woozy and lightheaded.

  His smile was sensual and his eyes radiated with heat and adoration. “That, my love, is the language of a willing slave, not a masochist. You can have a high pain tolerance and even enjoy some pain without craving it for the sake of suffering or becoming obsessed with pain itself. Your submission is priceless to me, Melanie.”

  She gave him a fond smile. “Thank you, Sir. Why did Greyson think I was a masochist?”

  “He doesn’t know you as well as I do. He mistook your submission to his spanking and your desire to alleviate human suffering to mean you had masochistic tendencies. That is not the case, though.”

  She frowned and pressed her face lightly back against the wall. “I guess I’m not the right woman for him after all.”

  “You’re wrong, Melanie. Your absolute willingness to give your complete submission to the men you love will please him so much more. You are sweet enough to soften the hard-ass and submissive enough to endure the pain he would require of you. It is being dominated that you think about and revel in during impact play. Like me, he will reward you with pleasure when you give yourself to the pain.”

  A spasm rippled through her when his fingertips grazed her raw flesh. “How was I ever fortunate enough to meet someone like you?”

  She smiled. “I’m the lucky one, Sir.”

  Sir gave her a delicate peck on the shoulder before stepping back and resuming the flogging with the leather roses. The stinging, thudding impact persisted a few minutes longer until she felt like her mind was gone. She wasn’t in control anymore. He was, her Sir, her intended Master. Which should she think of him as?

  “W–what should I…c–call you?” She felt like an idiot for stammering, but she was so out of her head right now it was more like someone was telling her she was a babbling fool rather than the thought registering to her.

  “When you come, call me whichever feels the most natural to you.”

  Her mouth fell open when his rough, warm hand crept down between her legs and cupped her flaming mound. A desperate sigh floated past her lips.

  “You may come for me, Melanie.”

  “Thank you…Master.” It didn’t feel unnatural or sound forced. Diego was her Master. The possessive knowledge and the skill of his engaging fingers made her come long and hard. She gasped in pleasured shock at the strength of her orgasm and the power in his touch.

  When he pulled her away from the wall and into his arms in a loving embrace he offset with a hand wrapped lightly around her throat, she came even harder.

  “My gorgeous Melanie, come for me. Come for me again, my sweet slave.”

  “Oh god!” she choked out.

  His expertise and words defeated her and she succumbed to another brutal climax that shook her up inside. Arousal devoured her like a bear that had just woken up from hibernation. She felt such hunger and her cunt gripped emptiness. She needed his stiff cock down there, anywhere so long as he filled her, owned her completely.

  Master led her over to the bed and then laid her down on her stomach. She winced and flexed her jaw in misery when he applied salve or some kind of healing balm to her bum, legs, and upper back.

  “You did so well, my little Melanie. I’m very proud of you.”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  She had a feeling it might take some getting used to uttering that word when she wasn’t unbridled in subspace, but for now she was uninhibited. Calling him that felt right, but it would probably sound intense when she wasn’t drugged with elation.

  “I’m going to fuck your ass, my dolce. You need it.”

  Melanie gave him a breathless moan in response as his digits slipped into her anus and began lubing and stretching her there.

  “Do you want it, Melanie? Do you want me to fill this tight, hot ass and remind you who owns it?”

  God, did she ever.

  “Yes, so badly.”

  “My good, submissive woman. I’m going to take you up the ass through your panties, like you’re a naughty schoolgirl stealing pleasure.”

  She let out a dreamy sigh when he pulled her lacy panties back up over her butt and then tugged them to the side to make room for his dick.

  “Hold your ass cheeks open for me. Show me that you accept my cock in your body wherever I choose to put it. I will fuck you whenever and wherever it pleases me. Do you understand this, my sweet slave?”

  Her cunt pulsed hot and slick with need. “Yes, Master, but my vagina aches. You should be in there.”

  “Your what?”

  “My pussy.”

  “Much better. This time I desire to be in your ass and that is precisely where I will be. My will, little submissive, not yours. I know how to please you.”

  She moaned into the bedspread, feeling horny and overheated with lust. Holding her ass cheeks open and letting a man shove gently into her and pack his meaty endowment into her bowels was as humbling as it was exhilarating.

  “Do you feel how dominated you are, dolce? How completely I fill you and own your asshole?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “No, sweet slave, right now you call me Master. It was your decision, remember?”

  It had been her decision. That made her happy, but she knew what would make her hornier. “It was your decision, Master. I submitted to it.”

  He sounded like he was smiling. “Does that make you giddier to think of it as my decision that you are powerless to refuse?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “I prefer it that way, too.”

  Mellie felt her sphincter being willed open by his determined erection. She loosened her muscles as best as she could so he could stuff more of his cock into the snug grip of her ass. The pain on her backside had mellowed some, compliments of the salve or whatever healing ointment he’d put on her. The simmering heat and soreness that did linger helped to dull the pain of being skewered on a dick that forged up her asshole.

  Still, the sensation wouldn’t be done away with completely. She felt every inch of his thick, pulsing length as he split her open wide for his deviant intentions. The unnatural advancement in her forbidden hole still shocked her and made her feel like something of a bad girl for accepting him there.

  Better still was the exhilarating surge of helplessness that accompanied the taboo penetration. Master’s strong, solid body hovered over her in victory. His strength and her own submission hypnotized her and held her down as his fat girth spread her delicate tissues. When he reached into her as far as his cock could advance, he let out an excited gasp of accomplishment that burned her up inside.

  His heavy scrotum rested against her blazing bottom. His balls felt full and like they were hardening with pent-up lust where they sizzled against her ass cheeks.

  He reached under her and adjusted her panties so the lace dipped into her folds and rested against her eager clit.

  “Grind yourself on the lace while I fuck what belongs to me.”

  The way he gritted the words out in that hoarse rasp sent a hot wave of excitement rolling through her. She lightly moved against the mattress, relishing the sensuous feel of lace making love to her clitoris.

  Master groaned his satisfaction and began a stea
dy thrust inside her body. His breathless pants and predatory grunting sounds made her feverish and horny. He seemed as impassioned as she was.

  The filling glide of his erection against her anal walls sent a sublime thrill through her as his private flesh massaged her depths. His testes smashed against her buttocks, reminding her that he’d owned them with the flogger.

  Now he owned her inner walls as he crammed more of his engorgement into her asshole. The blue lace dug into her slit, rasping over her blood-filled clit repeatedly. Hot sensations crackled to life in her stimulated pussy.

  She whimpered and writhed against the bed, trying to keep from coming. When Master grabbed her hips and started to maneuver them forward and back she cried out softly. The lace rubbed her swollen nub with its irresistible scratching and delicate sensuality.

  “Please, Sir. Oh, please.” Her eyes blurred with tears as she entreated him. It felt so good, so fucking good. She didn’t know how she could stand it.

  “Go ahead, my sweet slave.”

  “Thank you, Master.” She had to choke the last word out as she started to come. The intensity of her climax shocked a series of gasps from her.

  “Fuck! Oh Melanie, fuck!” he ground out through his teeth.

  The scream strangled in her throat when her ass walls caved in on Master’s penis. Her ass clutched his shaft hard as she convulsed in between the bed and his body, held fairly stable by his capable strength.

  “Oh yes! Good girl.”

  He gripped her hips and rocked her faster against the mattress, forcing her to rub harder against the lace. Her panties overwhelmed her throbbing clit as much as his meaty cock shocked her clenching ass.

  When her finale started to subside her eyes glazed over with a sort of out-of-body pleasure. She seemed to be floating in a surreal paradise, but still he wouldn’t let her retreat.

  “Give me another one.” His rough growl gave her chills.

  “I can’t,” she mumbled, absently wondering what he would do. She wanted to obey, but she was too exhausted and her mind too clouded.

  “You will obey me,” he rasped.

  Mellie fell prey to ecstatic sobs as he dug his fingers into her hips hard, nicking her with his nails as he rocked her body so hard and fast she couldn’t compute the sensations. The lace ground like mad against her clit. She felt the friction smoking against the tender bud as euphoric tears fell from her eyes.

  His ruthless jabs into her ass dominated her as he held her in place with his muscled body and his rigid dick. Her subdued wail came out broken and desperate as she succumbed to the finish the saturated lace demanded from her. This time her scream came out louder and tears poured down her face. The pleasure crested and reached a divine height that felt too good to be real.

  The hot flow of her release pulsed from her aching cunt. Her organs awoke from their chaste slumber and came alive with carnal knowledge inside of her.

  Master’s lustful noises resembled both predator and prey from behind her. The way her asshole clutched his shaft with a death grip and trembled around him both hurt and branded her with an explosive rush of sensations.

  This time her orgasm summoned his. Her mouth fell open and more tears of rapture streamed down her cheeks as he sought his own release in her body. He jabbed hard, fast, and deep into her rectum and spurted his blazing cum into her susceptible depths. His hot semen spraying into her dragged a mangled gasp from her that merged with a groan. The wet flow of his sexual release scorched her insides like magma.

  Her breasts felt swollen and heavy, each swipe of the covers against her beaded nipples she savored. Now they burned for his hands. He chuckled breathlessly when she moved one of his hands to the side of her tit. He reached under her overstimulated body and cupped her full breasts. His collapsed body pressed hers deeper into the mattress.

  She didn’t know how long they stayed like that, but it was a while, a sweet eternity that ended all too soon.

  Chapter Seven

  “Well, I don’t know about you, but I thought that was a swell coffee and doughnut date.” Jake draped his arm around her as they walked out of the coffeehouse.

  Mellie smiled and snuggled up against him. “It was. The perfect start to a morning.”

  “Those shorts you’re wearing are a real keeper, by the way.”

  “You like the light blue color?”

  He grinned. “I like that they show off your legs, but sure, honey, whatever you want to tell yourself.”

  She laughed lightly. “I should have known.”

  He kissed her head as they strolled down the main street together.

  “So the Huntingtons and the McAlisters don’t like each other, huh?”

  “Nah. Hart Huntington and my uncle Alan McAlister both loved the same woman, so did my dad actually. Her name was Lena. She loved all three of them, but they weren’t willing to share her. They each wanted her to themselves. She left to keep from tearing their friendships apart. My dad ended up marrying Alan’s sister, Elsa. Hart and Alan married other women, but the Huntingtons and McAlisters still have this feud going on because of it.”

  “Why do they get along with you guys?”

  “My dad backed off of Lena so the other two could have a shot at her. The other guys respected him for it, but they didn’t back down. That’s when she left.”

  “That was loving of her and of your dad.”

  “Yeah, it was.”

  “So all of Alan McAlister’s sons are in love with Danielle Hartwell?”

  “Rumor has it. They get along with us, but they don’t like Emmett because…well, you know.”

  She stiffened against the jealousy. “I know. Emmett told me he took her virginity when she was eighteen.”

  “Yeah, she got attached to him. The McAlister men were crushed when they found out. They should have made a move on her or said something after she turned eighteen. What did they expect? Does it bother you to talk about this, baby?”

  “No. I’m fine.”

  “You know Emmett loves you to pieces. He didn’t even love Danielle.”

  Mellie smiled, feeling cozy over the reaffirmation. “I know. I’m the one who got him to commit.”

  “Yeah, you did. Miracle of God.”

  “How many sons does your uncle Alan have?”

  “Three. David, Cole, and Brighton. Cole lives in London, though.”

  “London. That would be neat.”

  “Yeah, he went abroad shortly after Danielle left for Chicago. For some reason her leaving hit him the hardest of the three guys. Personally I think it’s because they had a one-night stand before she left.”

  “Aw. Did she care about them, too, or was it all one-sided?”

  “I don’t know. I know she tried to get their attention a lot when she was younger. Their social status might have intimidated her. The McAlisters are one of the richest families in the area.”

  Jake and Mellie stopped walking when a man of daunting stature approached them. He had to be about six foot five and he was made entirely of muscle that looked natural enough to be attractive, yet big enough to beg the question, “Did he have help getting that huge, or were genetics simply his strength?”

  He was bald, had a dark mustache and chinstrap, and looked close to forty. A tribal tattoo peeked out of the sleeve of his T-shirt.

  “Hey, you guys know who I would talk to, to buy a house in this area?” His voice came out commanding but not really thunderous. It had an affable, almost mocking quality that said he could be as quick to laugh as he could be intimidating when he had to be.

  “A realtor?” Jake quipped.

  The burly brute cracked a smile. “Aren’t you cute? I know that. Is there a real estate agency in McKenna Downs?”

  “Not here. No. There’s one in Stone River.”

  The musclebound behemoth made a face. “Yeah, I was hoping to avoid that if at all possible. They take one look at me they’re liable to refuse me service.”

  Mellie frowned. “Why?”

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nbsp; Jake answered for the man. “Stone River is kind of a town full of…how should I say this?”

  “Pricks,” the brawny man finished for him. “You look kind of familiar for some reason.”

  Jake scrutinized him. “I was just thinking the same thing about you. You’re one of the Enos brothers, right?”

  The man nodded. “Yeah, Heller Enos.”

  “I remember you. You were infamous over in Stone River.”

  Heller snorted. “Don’t remind me. Is this your girlfriend?”

  “Fiancée.”

  “Even better.”

  “This is Mellie. Honey, this is Heller. Sort of an old acquaintance of a friend of an enemy twice removed.”

  She and Heller laughed and he shook her hand.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Heller.”

  “Hell is fine, or Satan depending on who you talk to.”

  She smiled. “Is Heller a nickname, or were your parents feeling adventurous when they named you?”

  Heller grinned. “My parents were bikers.”

  “Ah.”

  He turned to Jake. “Let’s talk about the Brodies.”

  Jake made a face. “Why would we?”

  “Is that little shit still living in Stone River?”

  “If you mean Malachi Brodie’s youngest son, then the answer would be yes. Heath is out of town right now from what I understand. If I see him before you do, do you want me to give him a message for you?”

  Heller hardened, complexion becoming austere. “No. I’m gonna surprise him.”

  Jake scratched his head. “Yeah, I’m surprised you even want to see him after the way he treated you. Nice of you to forgive him.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong. I haven’t forgotten. I’ve spent years getting jacked huge and now that I’m back, he’s gonna pay for what he did.”

  Jake frowned. “Yeah, there’s that, or you could just let it go. Maybe he’s sorry.”

  “Is a Brodie ever sorry for what he does?” Heller waited for a reply he didn’t appear to even expect. “Didn’t think so. How’s his brother doing?”

  “Carsten is actually married now. He’s living in Kansas.”