Jessie's Jewels [Submissive Sirens 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Charlotte Smith

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  Liam watched Jessie ride off, and his easy smile drained from his face. He sighed, watching the mare until she was out of sight, then went back to brushing Tin Man. He snorted to himself. Tin Man. A perfect name for his horse, since that’s what he himself felt like half the time. His heart wasn’t in his chest. It had ridden out with a pint-sized beauty and her mare.

  Liam lost himself in the repetitive motion of brushing the horse, and his mind wandered to thoughts of Jessie. Lady Jessamy, he reminded himself. He kept the title like a barrier between them, a constant reminder that they were from different worlds. If he allowed himself to think there was a chance for them, however slight, he knew he might be tempted to try.

  He well remembered the day she’d tried to dismiss him, and he smiled to himself as he remembered how distressed she’d been, even though she’d worked hard not to show it. What she hadn’t known was that he wouldn’t leave her side for all the tea in China, even if working for her hadn’t been the perfect cover for his activities for MI6.

  Liam knew he’d never be able to leave her. He’d taken one look at her petite frame and sweet curves and fallen head over heels in lust. His cock had swelled, aching to be buried in her sweet pussy, and he’d imagined holding her little body on his lap, bouncing her on his erection, stretching her to fit him like the perfect glove. The love came later, when he’d had a chance to get to know her, to see how strong she was, how funny, sweet, kind...

  He’d nearly said something to her when she’d been engaged. The thought of her marrying another man made him sick, but he’d kept his counsel, knowing he’d rather see her happy than himself. He’d been overjoyed when the bastard had jilted her, even though she’d been hurt, and he’d spent time since then encouraging her, watching her bloom into a woman more beautiful and spirited than she’d been before. Her mother’s death had brought a lot of freedom to Jessie, Liam knew, but it was with her brother’s passing that she’d finally felt alive.

  Liam sighed, finally setting the brush aside. Tin Man’s coat was gleaming, and if he spent any more time brushing it the horse would likely start glowing in the dark. Besides, he had to call the duke. Liam knew the man would want to know that Jessie had gone for a ride, and if he was honest with himself he was grateful for the duke’s interest. Between them they made sure Jessie was safe, and there wasn’t anyone Liam would rather have for a partner in Jessie’s protection.

  Liam dialed the familiar number on his cell, waiting through three rings before an elegant, cultured voice answered. “Your Grace? Lady Jessamy is out on Aphrodite.” He paused to listen as the duke asked a question.

  “Yes, I do believe she’s headed to the usual spot. That’s the direction she took.”

  Liam listened again, starting to walk back toward the manor. “You’ll be joining us for supper then, Your Grace?” Liam swallowed as the man replied in the affirmative. “Excellent. I will look forward to seeing you then.”

  Liam hung up after the duke, his stomach doing strange flips. The duke had said he’d meet Lady Jessamy on her ride and escort her back to the manor.

  Liam swallowed again, this time harder. He was head over heels for Lady Jessamy, and he wondered what she’d say if she knew his secret. Because as crazy as he was about her, he was just as crazy about the duke.

  Chapter 3

  Jessie reined in as she neared her destination, slowing Aphrodite to a walk. She gazed around the small clearing they’d reached, satisfied that there was no one else around, and dismounted. She walked Aphrodite to a tree with low-hanging branches and emerald-green grass, tying the horse’s reins loosely to a branch so that she’d be able to walk around a bit. Aphrodite whinnied, wanting a reward for delivering her mistress safely, and Jessie was happy to oblige. With a laugh, she drew an apple out of her pocket and offered it to the horse. Chomping happily, Aphrodite loftily ignored her mistress and took a couple of steps so that she could nibble the grass.

  Jessie chuckled and shook her head, grabbing her bag from where she’d tied it to the pommel. She walked to the small pond in the centre of the clearing and shook out the blanket she’d brought with her, then sat down to remove her riding boots. Her shirt was next and was quickly followed by her leggings. Down to her bra and panties, Jessie looked around once more to reassure herself that she wouldn’t be interrupted. She shook her head at herself, wondering who, exactly, she was expecting to interrupt her. Liam was at home, and the only other human—and she used that term loosely—who was within any sort of reasonable distance was Gabriel, and with any luck he was out of the country.

  Quickly, Jessie stripped out of her lacy bra and thong, loving the secret indulgence of her expensive lingerie. No matter how far her family had fallen, there were some levels to which she would absolutely not stoop—and buying undergarments made of polyester was one of them.

  Once naked, Jessie ran to the water, knowing if she didn’t go in immediately she’d talk herself out of it. She shrieked as she splashed her way in, laughing like a maniac the whole time before diving under the water. Jessie figured that swimming was perfectly acceptable in late July, particularly because the weather that week had been positively balmy. Unaccustomed to such warm weather in the north of England, Jessie wanted to do everything to take advantage of it. And since, she reasoned, she’d had to sell her family’s summer house at the seashore, she had to make do with what she had.

  Floating on her back, Jessie allowed herself to relax. Her mind wandered to Liam, wondering what he would be making for supper. They’d agreed long ago when they’d first decided to make a go of it together that Liam would do most of the cooking. Jessie snorted as she thought about that conversation—which hadn’t been so much a conversation as a reckoning. She’d made breakfast once in those early days, hoping it would be a gesture of thanks for everything Liam was doing for her. Liam had taken one look at the blackened eggs, burnt toast, and watery coffee she’d prepared and had announced then and there that he’d be doing the cooking. Her face had flamed as they’d scraped the burnt food off the plates, and then Liam made omelets. He’d laughed off her apologies, pouring them juice that they’d used to toast the future.

  Jessie’s mouth watered as she thought about the meals they’d shared. Liam was a hell of a cook, and she kind of couldn’t wait to introduce him to Remy.

  Jessie closed her eyes and groaned, that thought bringing her crashing back to reality.

  Remy—Remington Park—was Jessie’s best friend. They’d met during their training on Parris Island, the pair also becoming fast friends with three other women who shared their own goals and ambitions.

  In a recent vacation with her girlfriends, an annual vacation they all lived for, the teasing had been merciless. Remy had been ribbed about the gorgeous men she lived with, triplets with whom she’d formed an elite team, and if Jessie was honest with herself she’d done a lot of that ribbing. Just before parting company with Remy she’d suggested to her friend that she try to seduce the sexy brothers by putting on some sexy lingerie and a butt plug, and now she wondered what would happen if she followed her own advice.

  The girls had also asked about Liam, since her friend Cleo had met him once and practically drooled. Jessie had been ready to smack Cleo, but was thrilled when Liam had shown absolutely no interest in the New Orleans belle. She hadn’t been thrilled when her friends had ridden her about her handsome manservant, asking her why she hadn’t found her way into his bed yet. She’d been asking herself the same question for a while now. She shrugged mentally, turning onto her stomach and starting to paddle leisurely through the water. It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried, especially with all the flirting they seemed to do together, but it never went further than that.

  Take today’s interaction. She’d made the “My Lord” comment hoping that he’d find the idea of topping her irresistible, but he’d immediately responded by reminding her that he was lower on the social totem pole than she was. Jessie couldn’t figure out why that seemed to b
other him so much when it didn’t bother her. She rolled her eyes, giggling as she thought about the long and proud English tradition of titled ladies getting busy with their stable boys. She’d be happy to be a part of that tradition, but it seemed that it would take more than a little light flirting for her to move Liam into the same frame of mind. She made a mental note to do some plotting, and then said a quick prayer of thanks that she’d inherited her mother’s plotting genes. Lady Catherine Cumberland might have been a serious bitch, but her plotting skills were second to none.

  Jessie realized she’d spent so much time in the water she was slowly turning into a prune, and she began making her way to shore. She climbed out onto the grass above the bank, leaning over the pond to wring her hair out and strip the excess water from her limbs. She rubbed herself vigorously to warm up a little, a soft moan escaping her lips as she unwittingly rubbed a hand over her beaded nipple. Looking down at her hardened nubs, she noted that a bead of water still clung to the one she hadn’t touched. A smile curved her lips. No time like the present.

  Chapter 4

  His Grace, Duke Gabriel Hartley, could not believe the scene playing out before him. After receiving Liam’s phone call, the duke had called down to the stable to have his horse saddled, so impatient to be after Lady Jessamy that he’d dismissed the groom and saddled his stallion, Lucifer, himself. Now that he was privy to the scandalous show taking place in front of him, he was glad he’d made haste.

  He’d left Lucifer tied half a mile behind, not wanting to take the chance that Lady Jessamy’s mare would scent him and be skittish. He also hadn’t wanted the sound of his approach to carry, so he’d come on foot.

  Now he crouched, hidden in a hedgerow, and braced himself for what was likely going to be a serious test of his willpower.

  This wasn’t the first time Gabriel had watched Lady Jessamy at the pond. He remembered when she’d been barely out of her teens and he’d stumbled upon her pleasuring herself, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He’d come like a sixteen-year-old watching her slender fingers caress her silky flesh, charmed by the awkward way she touched herself. He’d been hard pressed not to offer to help.

  He’d thought it was tempting enough when he’d watched Lady Jessamy strip, the confections of her undergarments making his mouth water. Nothing had prepared him for the lust churning through his balls at watching her swim. The Dom part of him, and Gabriel was willing to admit that was a damn big part, demanded he enter the scene and take control of it, mastering her for both their pleasure. Only the knowledge that his plan was bigger than a lustful afternoon by a pond kept him from moving.

  Gabriel could likely have seduced Lady Jessamy by now if he’d really wanted, but his time spent watching her over the years made him want more than a quick roll. No, the little darling was going to be his, and for the moment Gabriel quashed the yearning he felt somewhere in his chest, choosing to pay attention to his cock until his heart stopped aching. He gritted his teeth. She’d be his, and then he’d bare everything from his hard cock to his soft heart.

  Drenched, all that creamy skin on full display, Lady Jessamy naked was like something out of his dirtiest fantasies, which, Gabriel thought with a wicked smile, were dirty enough to never come clean. His dark eyes ate up her minute frame, her delicate features and petite stature a stark contrast to the soft curve of her hips and swell of her rounded breasts. Gabriel licked his lips as he watched the petite beauty swim, fascinated by the way her legs splayed out with each stroke to reveal and then conceal the pink flesh hidden between them. He barely kept himself from growling in protest when she ascended the bank of the pond, so desperate was he to watch her frolic naked in the water. Gabriel needn’t have worried, he saw, when before his very eyes she stripped the water from her lithe limbs, rubbing her nipple accidentally and moaning when she did. The duke cautiously, silently opened the top of his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them with frustrating slowness so as not to make a sound. He spread his knees and fisted his cock, relaxing back to enjoy the show.

  Lady Jessamy had cupped her other breast with one hand, and Gabriel saw what she saw. A single drop of water adorned the hardened berry of her nipple. It reminded Gabriel of a jeweled clamp, and the duke made a mental note to purchase a set at his next opportunity. It was a sight he’d want to relive again, no doubt. Gabriel gritted his teeth against the groan that threatened, pumping his cock a couple of times to relieve the ache in his balls. He knew—he knew—what she was going to do next.

  As if Gabriel controlled the scene, Lady Jessamy responded to his unspoken demand and tipped her full mouth toward her breast, her hand lifting the luscious mound towards her lips. Gabriel held his breath as her lips descended, her little pink tongue darting out to lick the droplet from her nipple before those plump lips descended upon her tender tip. She sucked her nipple into her mouth, and Gabriel could hear her hum with pleasure from where he knelt, cock in hand, hidden from her view. He was riveted on what she did, unable to tear his gaze from those pink lips suckling so sweetly on her own nipple. Gabriel could see her lips clamp tighter, the deep pink a stark contrast with the lighter pinkish brown of her areola, and he watched as her other hand dipped lower to trace over her flat stomach to the heaven waiting between her legs. Gabriel wasn’t a betting man, but he’d be willing to wager half his fortune that her little pussy, a pussy no doubt as plump and soft as her other pink parts, was already creamy with her desire. He noted with satisfaction that her mound was bare, and his cock pulsed in his hand as he imagined teasing it against the naked lips of her sex. Gabriel loved a bare pussy.

  He didn’t have long to wait for the next act.

  As Gabriel began stroking his cock with long, smooth passes designed to make it last, he nearly howled with disappointment as Lady Jessamy’s nipple popped free of her mouth with an audible sound. She gasped, her hand that had moments before been foraging between her legs coming out to reach for a bag. She knelt down on the blanket she’d spread beside the pond when she arrived.

  The feral snarl forming itself on his lips subsided, however, when Gabriel saw with interest, and no small amount of surprise, what she pulled out of the bag. Lust raged through him, taking up residence in his balls and making the cum inside them threaten to erupt until he controlled himself, taking long, deep breaths and squeezing the knob of his cock. Lady Jessamy, as he’d suspected but just confirmed, was perfect for him. His little water nymph was a total pervert.

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  Jessie was so turned on she could hardly see straight. Playing with herself had warmed her up, but this time she’d added an element to her fantasy that was new. She pretended that she was being watched, that she was putting on a show for a man. Liam immediately sprang to mind, but for some reason she couldn’t picture him getting off on watching her do dirty things to herself out in the open. She ran mentally through her go-to list of hot celebrities, and came up short. She paused in the act of laying out her supplies on the blanket, frowning as she felt the heat of the moment slipping away from her. She closed her eyes again and dipped a finger into her pussy, running it through her soft folds and pretending she peeked at the man watching her. The face that materialized before her closed eyes shocked her so much that she stopped, her finger resting lightly on her clit and her mouth open. Gabriel. She’d thought of the duke watching her.

  Jessie stilled completely, picturing the dark, brooding duke watching as she pleasured herself. To her surprise, she felt her pussy cream anew. She smiled wryly. She’d heard whispers that Gabriel was a pervert, that he liked naughty, wicked sex that involved more than a little BDSM. She’d even heard that he occasionally hosted orgies at his estate.

  Jessie shrugged mentally. She knew she was naturally submissive, but she hadn’t imagined submitting to Gabriel before. Usually, he just pissed her off, but now Jessie wondered what it would be like if the duke took her in hand.

  Judging by her body’s reaction, Jessie thought she’d like it. A lot. But since all she had
at the moment were her own hands, she set about making use of them, imagining all the while that Gabriel watched what she did, imagining that she performed each act of self-pleasure at his command. She felt the memory of his presence wash over her as if he was really there, and she turned to the items she’d laid out. She decided to go for broke, and she told herself the duke was watching. She didn’t want to keep him waiting.

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  Gabriel was in agony. He didn’t know what was going through the vixen’s head, but Lady Jessamy had paused for a moment before reaching down to stroke herself again. Desperately afraid she was going to stop, Gabriel willed her to continue. As if she felt his unspoken command, Lady Jessamy smiled a sexy smile and reached for a cone-shaped object and a small bottle.

  Gabriel watched as she poured lube onto the clear butt plug, working it from the tip to the base with her delicate fingers. He held his breath as she rose up on her knees and then leaned down until her cheek met the blanket, thankful that she was facing away from him and he’d have an unimpeded view of what came next. He watched as her little hand came around, gripping her luscious ass as she spread the cheeks apart. The little rosebud of her anus appeared, tightly puckered, and her other hand came around to join the first. The other hand held the lubed butt plug, and Gabriel stared as the tip entered her ass. He stared until his eyes watered, afraid to blink lest he miss a single instant of her play.