Submission to Kale [The McAlisters of McKenna Downs 2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Zoey Marcel

  “Your punishment is over,” Kale told him. “What have you learned?”

  “To call you Sir. Can I thank you now?”

  “You may.”

  “Thank you for correcting my bad behavior, Sir.”

  Fuck, he needed to be inside him.

  “Since you learned your lesson and took your punishment so nicely, you may come tonight inside Danielle’s pussy.”

  “Oh my God, thank you! I thought I was gonna die here.”

  “Sub—”

  “Sir,” Brighton blurted. “Sir. Always Sir.”

  Kale shook his head with a crooked smile and got onto the bed with them. “Make her come twice and then you maybe enter her.”

  Danielle choked on a sob of surrender as her self-control broke. She came almost violently beneath Brighton’s skilled touch. It was a beautiful sight, the two of them together. While she was still sighing and panting Brighton rubbed her engorged clit again and within a minute she shattered once more, pleading unintelligibly.

  Kale tossed the tube aside now that he had Brighton all loosened and primed. Tonight he would bareback him while Brighton stuck his bare cock inside Danielle without protection. They’d looked over each other’s papers already and all was well.

  “Good, baby?” Brighton asked.

  She breathed out on a grin and nodded.

  “You look hot when you come and writhe all over my body like that.”

  “Thank you. It felt so good.”

  “Good. I’m going in.”

  She chortled.

  Brighton pushed into her body, both of them moaning and holding each other once he was situated inside her.

  The provocative image was a strong aphrodisiac that instantly was branded in Kale’s memory. These were his two favorite submissives and they looked incredible together.

  Carefully he parted Brighton’s battered ass cheeks and prodded his starburst-like opening. The boy pushed out and Kale gradually worked his way in. A resisting pop signaled the willingness of his sphincter letting him past. Brighton mewled at the discomfort before moaning in acceptance.

  Kale groaned loudly, unable to breathe. The passage felt so tight, so fiery and silk-lined, so slick with lube and alive with Brighton’s tremors of arousal he never wanted to pull out. So this was what it felt like to be inside a man without a condom. He felt deeply connected to his submissive, like he was a part of his body.

  The first slow thrust was a carnal paradise. Brighton’s ass tissues grazed over his shaft, triggering all sorts of electric sensations. He had no doubt his naked organ massaged Brighton’s insides in a way that impassioned him.

  He couldn’t wait until they all started fucking together, couldn’t wait to finish inside his partner’s body.

  * * * *

  Brighton moaned when Kale filled him completely. It felt so fucking good being in the middle, sandwiched between his two lovers. His fully-hard cock was nestled snugly in the velvety wet heat of Danielle’s pussy. His ass was stretched around Kale’s massive dick. He felt so full and euphoric as he basked in their body heat and absorbed the feel of his partners, skin on skin.

  This was the first time he’d barebacked her pretty cunt.

  It was also the first time he’d been fucked raw. The whole experience was overwhelming even before Kale started moving from behind him.

  “May I thrust, Sir?” Brighton asked meekly.

  “Yes, sub. You may.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  His eyes clamped shut briefly when he slid his erection back and forth in the silken fire gripping him. She felt sublime as he fucked her slowly. Her soft, tender kisses gave him chills. The way her pussy sucked his cock as if eating him stole his breath.

  Kale’s naked dick massaged his anal walls, titillating every nerve ending he had back there. His anus pinched around the root of the man’s generous girth. The hot flesh grazed his pucker, eliciting divine sensations too intense to compute.

  “It’s so hot seeing the two of you together,” she said. “You feel so good inside me. It turns me on so much to see you taking his cock like that.”

  Brighton moaned in response.

  Kale growled his pleasure and quickened the pace of his thrusts.

  Brighton’s head dropped forward as his body was fucked harder, causing him to surge deeper still into her satiny warmth.

  “Ask about Kitten’s pleasure, pup.” Kale followed the order with an authoritative nip on Brighton’s shoulder.

  His head went back on a gasp. The pinching bite drove him crazy. “Am I hitting your clit, baby?”

  “For the most part,” she said. “It feels really good.”

  “Oh good,” he said shakily.

  His balls hardened and his shaft firmed up even more in her slippery embrace.

  “Oh God, it’s so good. Can I come, Sir?” she asked, voice edged with desperation.

  “Not yet,” Kale gritted out while screwing deeply into him.

  Her body tightened against Brighton and she mewled in torment.

  “Are you close to finishing, Brighton?” Kale asked.

  “Yes, Sir. Can I come?”

  “Yes, you may. Both of you may come.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” they said at the same time.

  A few seconds later Brighton saw Danielle’s features distort with ecstasy and felt her body tighten beneath him. Her cunt latched onto his meat hard while she came.

  “Oh geez!” he ground out. “Come, baby. Fuck.”

  Her spasms milked his cock furiously. Abandon took over. His ass walls caved in on Kale’s dick, snagging a sharp outcry from Brighton and a satisfied roar from Kale. The pressure was insane. His ass tried to contract on itself, but Kale’s monster erection wouldn’t permit it. He wondered if it was the same for Danielle coming around his cock buried deep inside her.

  His prostate throbbed. After several more jabs into her rippling channel he shot off inside her. His slit gushed his creamy release repeatedly. He slumped on top of her, savoring the way she held him.

  Kale continued to throttle him. Brighton whimpered as his sensitized hot spot was over-stimulated again and again. Kale’s forceful shoves inside his ass sent lingering waves of pleasure all through him. Each pump pushed him forward and immersed him even deeper in Danielle’s wetness. The movements seemed to bring her satisfaction, too.

  Kale plunged especially deep all of a sudden and bellowed in delight as he came. If feeling a man’s bare cock sliding through his rectum and massaging him from within was invigorating, this was somehow even more thrilling. He felt Kale’s dick balloon up with the pressure of his imminent climax just before the powerful explosion. His penis throbbed against Brighton’s anal tissues, rubbing hot, pulsing sensations into him. The balmy jets of semen blasting into his bowels warmed him on the inside like his lovers’ bodies heated him on the outside. He felt the scalding flow of the other man’s cum seeping deeper into him, owning him.

  Kale’s arms shook with exertion, but he was kind enough not to lie down on top of them and crush Danielle.

  After a while of panting and quivering in the sultry silence, Kale kissed Brighton on the neck, making him shiver and his cock jerk inside her vagina.

  “I love you, Brighton,” he whispered into his ear.

  Brighton’s heart swelled, felt like it was smiling over the intimate confession. He nuzzled Kale. “I love you, too.” Mild concern got his eyes open and his attention on the woman beneath him. “But I love you, too, baby.”

  She smiled and caressed his cheek, brown eyes twinkling with love light. “I know. I love you, too.”

  Kale pulled out and then Brighton followed suit. They all lay together nude on the bed without saying anything for a moment.

  “I’m going to ask you something, kitten, and I want you to be completely honest with me,” Kale said.

  She looked somewhat nervous. “What is it?”

  Brighton figured he already knew what Kale would ask.

  “The other day when we
were in the shower together you told me you loved me.” Kale focused on her, appearing serious but approachable. “Do you remember that?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said quietly, seeming uncertain.

  “Was it true, or was that a mere side effect of you being in subspace?”

  “I meant it, Sir.” Her eyes lifted to meet his, finding boldness and courage. “I love you very much.”

  Kale smiled and played with her hair. “I love you back.”

  “Yeah, I’m thinking this moment would be more precious if I wasn’t lying in the middle here,” Brighton teased as he sat up.

  The other two scooted closer to each other and shared a kiss.

  “We don’t mind sharing you with him long term, baby,” Brighton informed her.

  She exhaled in relief. “Thank you. I tried not to get attached, but I couldn’t help it.”

  “I knew from the moment I saw you that I had to have you.” Kale gazed down at her, gliding his flattened hand up and down her body as he drank in every detail. “I will mostly be Brighton’s Dom, but I will play with you sometimes, too. Any objection to that?”

  “Not at all. Thank you for training and teaching me,” she said. “I’ve learned a lot. I’m so glad you’re the real deal. Brighton picked a good one.”

  Brighton broke out into a big grin. “Yeah, I did.”

  Kale gave him an adoring smile and tugged him back in between them. “This is where you belong.”

  “In the middle to be nurtured and protected?” Brighton asked with a saucy smile.

  “More like in the middle because you enjoy being the center of attention,” Kale teased.

  Brighton laughed. “Yeah, I totally do.”

  Danielle petted his chest while Kale played with his hair.

  “When are you going to tell her what’s going on?” Kale asked him.

  It probably sounded cryptic to their woman.

  Brighton shook his head. “Not yet. We’ll tell her soon, but we want her to be surprised.”

  “What are you guys talking about?” she asked eagerly. “What surprise?”

  “Nuh-uh. I want the moment to be special for you when it happens,” Brighton said. “Let’s just say you’ll be elated.”

  “Well, now I’m gonna die of curiosity. How long do I have to wait?”

  “Not long.”

  As long as freakin’ Cole got a move on. Were the flight numbers written in Hieroglyphics or something? How long did it take to catch a flight from London to wherever the hell his plane would land? New York City would be his guess. He’d probably have some kind of layover.

  Oh brother.

  Brighton couldn’t wait to see him again. He’d missed Cole and it would be great to tell his older brother how he was the wild, freaky one in the family being with a man and a woman.

  Moreover, he couldn’t wait to see the look on Danielle’s face when she saw Cole again after all these years.

  * * * *

  He sat through dinner with the talkative bitch. She was nothing special in appearance, but not what he would call terribly ugly. Her number on the scale of attractiveness might go up a notch if she would shut the hell up.

  First dates were a bother, so dull and awkward. She seemed nervous, but he maintained confidence easily, already knowing how this night would end. If she was lucky he would end her life tonight. If fortune wasn’t with her he’d drag this out so she could sit gagged and chained in the dark, wondering about her fate. She was doomed either way, but there was a certain thrill at a person’s fearful obedience in hopes of being set free. The poor fools, little did they know.

  “Well, I’ve been talking enough,” Kelly said.

  Agreed.

  “I like you, Marvin.”

  As if he would give her his real name.

  He smiled, doing his best to keep all signs of crafty intent from the look. “I like you, too, Kelly.”

  “This evening went better than I thought. Not that I thought it would end badly or anything. It’s just even better than I expected.”

  “It is, isn’t it?”

  She gave him a bashful smile and shrugged a bit. “Well, what do you think of me so far?”

  He reached across the table and took her hand in his. “I think you’re exactly what I’m looking for.”

  She blushed and batted her eyes demurely. “You move quickly.”

  He feigned modesty. “Forgive me. You’re just so completely my ideal I can’t help myself. We’ll slow things down if you like.”

  “No. That’s okay.” She took his hand when he let go of hers in false self-deprecation. “I like you. Maybe we could get some drinks after this.”

  “I would like that.” He traced his fingertip over her wrist, watching her closely. The way she shivered beneath the featherlight stimulation fired his hunger for power as much as it riled his bloodlust. “I hope you won’t think me too forward, but I want you to come home with me tonight.”

  She bit her lip excitedly and then waved him off. “I shouldn’t.”

  He tightened his hold on her wrist when she attempted to move her hand. “But you will. I know you feel the chemistry between us.”

  “I do. I’ve just never gone home with a stranger before.”

  “Imagine the rush of not knowing what will happen—the danger, the thrill of the inevitable.” He scooted his chair closer to hers and caressed her arm while whispering into her ear. “I need you more than I can stand. Don’t disappoint me, Kelly.”

  She looked drunk on his words. Swallowing, she said, “Okay.”

  “I want to hear you say the words. I can tell you like assertive men. Am I mistaken?”

  She shook her head. “No. I do.”

  He smiled slowly, touching his face to hers. “I thought so. Now obey me like a good girl and say you’ll go home with me.”

  She flinched, sucking in a sudden breath when he placed his hand on her thigh. “I’ll go home with you.”

  Chapter Twelve

  While setting up the furniture in his empty clinic, Heath Brodie heard girlish squeals and little warrior cries that sounded like boys play-beating on each other coming from next door. Curious, he went outside and peered in the window of what would eventually be Heller’s motorcycle shop. Inside he saw Heller Enos being ganged up on by four children. He gave a little girl a piggyback ride while the other girl clung to his leg.

  Heller’s exaggerated grunts and feigned difficulty moving his leg while trying to walk had both girls giggling. The biker had a broomstick and was mock dueling with the two little boys.

  Heath grinned. It was a bit of a paradox to see a muscled-out badass playing with kids. Something about it was heartwarming to him. Heller could kick ass when he had to and inspire a tsunami of lust. Then that same man could play with kids and make them laugh. He really was the perfect man.

  Pushing the door open, Heath went inside. “Working hard, huh?”

  Heller grinned. “I’m babysitting.”

  “We’re not babies,” one of the boys protested.

  Both boys started attacking him with their broomsticks.

  “Get him!” the girls cheered, hanging off Heller like they were lemurs in a tree.

  “Aaaahhh!” Heller crumpled to the floor, making the little girls scream. “Tiny, tiny babies.”

  “Hey!” the girls objected.

  “Take it back,” one boy ordered.

  “Say we’re big,” the other little guy demanded.

  “I guess you’re not babies,” Heller said with faux resignation in his voice.

  “Say it with enthusiasm,” the boy insisted.

  Heller laughed. “You guys are definitely not babies.”

  The boys let up on their butt-thumping. “That’s better.”

  All the children backed off and Heller got up. A sly grin crawled up his face. “You guys are brats.”

  “Get him!”

  He jogged away, chuckling while the kids went on the warpath after him. “Heath told me to say it.”

>   Heath held up his hand and shook his head. “Don’t bring me into this.”

  “How about you guys settle down for a second so I can talk to Heath?”

  “Oo!” The kids made kissing noises.

  Heller smirked and Heath blushed. What did Heller tell them?

  The man strode toward him. “What’s up?”

  “Just came over to see what the noise was about.”

  “We were killing Heller,” one of the boys said.

  Heath grinned. “It sounded like it.”

  “Look at! Look at!” One of the girls pointed to a motorcycle that was parked in the building. “Heller’s first bike got delivered. He let us sit on it.”

  “But he didn’t let us drive it through the glass.” The boy nearest him pouted.

  Heath smiled. “I don’t think he can sell it if it’s been through a broken window. That and I’m sure he didn’t want you to get hurt.”

  “If I drove fast enough I wouldn’t have.”

  “Kid, speed doesn’t matter when you’ve got broken glass and shit flying at your face,” Heller said.

  The girls gasped. “Heller, you cussed.”

  Heller gave them a sheepish look. “Oops. I meant beep.”

  “That’s better,” the girls said.

  “I don’t see why we can’t cuss for real,” one boy grumbled.

  “Yeah, when can we?” the other asked.

  “When you’re eighteen,” Heller said.

  “Well, beep. That sucks. Is that when you started cussing?”

  Heath smirked. “I’m pretty sure he was cussing his way out of the womb.”

  Heller chortled. “All right, kid. How about this? You can swear when you’re sixteen in select company.”

  “Yeah! Spike, we can get a car or a motorcycle and fly down the highway at top speed cussing our brains out.”

  Heller laughed. “Well, that’s the only way to drive.”

  A little tug on Heath’s hand got his attention. One of the girls smiled up at him. “I’m River.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, River.”

  “Can I marry you when I grow up? I like cowboys.”

  Heath cracked a smile. “Well, I’ll tell you what. If I’m still single when you’re all grown up and you still want me, we’ll get hitched. Sound good?”