Monroe, Marla - Their Reluctant Submissive [Knights in Black Leather 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Marla Monroe

  Jackson and Marx tightened them until she gasped, then slid the clasp a little tighter. The dual pains quickly morphed into warmth that slowly spread throughout her body. Her nipples eventually would grow almost numb from the lack of blood flow. Any touch or position change would reawaken the discomfort though. She remained still as they licked across the tips once more.

  Once again they began to move up her body, stopping at the base of her neck to lick before moving to her shoulders. There they both bit down on either side and sucked her flesh into their mouths. She would have marks there in the morning. This frightened her even more than the leather cuffs or the nipple clamps. Marking her meant claiming her, and she wasn’t available to be claimed. She would have to make that clear, but not during the scene.

  “I can’t wait to feel your mouth around my cock. Do you want my cock in your throat, kitten?” Marx asked.

  She jerked her eyes toward him where he knelt next to her head. “Yes, sir. Please let me suck your cock, sir.”

  Something sad flew across his face before the mask over his emotions slipped back into place again. She could almost believe she had imagined it. Then he was pulling her hair to position her head so that she could take his thick dick into her mouth. When he moved closer, she reached out with her mouth and kissed the top of the spongy head then licked the drop of cum that leaked from the slit. He hissed out a breath then gazed down at her while she slowly sucked in the crown and ran her tongue around the edge.

  “That’s it, baby. Suck my cock.”

  He pulled out, and she took the opportunity to lick along the underside where she traced the ropy vein with her tongue before swallowing more of the rigid shaft in an effort to take all of him. He pulled back though, eliciting a whimper of disappointment from her. She clamped down on her emotions once more. She wouldn’t beg.

  Just as Marx fed his cock to her once more, Jackson surprised her with a hard lick up her pussy. She had been so consumed with sucking Marx’s cock that she had missed when Jackson settled himself between her legs. Now he commanded her attention as he sucked her pussy lips into his mouth. She struggled to focus on Marx’s pleasure and not hers as his brother began to lap at her cunt with his tongue.

  “Sweet ambrosia. I could feast on your hot juices all day long.” The raspy sound of Jackson’s voice tightened her insides with his husky declaration.

  “She’s sucking my cock like a fucking pro. I’m not going to last long, Jackson.”

  As if this was code for “make her come,” Jackson began to swirl his tongue all around her clit. He separated her pussy lips and thrust his stiffened tongue deep into her cunt before running it around the sensitive little nub once more.

  Marx fucked her mouth with his thick dick over and over, moving deeper into her throat with each pass. When he nudged the back of her throat, Kelly gagged but flattened her tongue and took him anyway. Swallowing around him, she heard him curse and jerk back. Then he seemed to lose control and began to shallowly fuck her with both hands holding her head, fingers tight in her hair.

  Jackson seemed to be in tune with his brother since he sped up his ministrations until she was bucking her hips the best she could against the restraints in an effort to move away from the delicious sensations bombarding her swollen pussy and clit. She was going to come if they didn’t slow down.

  “Please, sirs. I’m going to come. I can’t stop it.” The strain in her voice surprised her. She hadn’t known she was that close.

  “Not yet. Wait until we tell you to.” Marx’s guttural words chipped away at her emotional wall.

  They continued to torment her until she thought she was going to disgrace herself and come without their permission. Then Marx growled and jerked deep in her mouth, a sure warning of his impending climax.

  “Come for us! Open your eyes and scream for us.”

  Chapter Nine

  Kelly screamed out their names as Marx erupted in her throat, shooting ribbons of cum deep, filling her mouth to overflowing. Jackson had sucked in her clit between his teeth, and the pleasure overwhelmed her. The roaring in her ears was deafening as pleasure washed over her like a warm tide that pulled her deeper with its retreat.

  She swallowed Marx’s salty cum and licked his dick free of his juices until he moved away. She licked her lips to ensure that she hadn’t missed a drop and was surprised when the man lay next to her and took her mouth in a soft, almost delicate kiss. The sweetness after the almost brutal way he’d taken her mouth knocked another crack in her wall. It was too much.

  She had barely recovered from the orgasm when Jackson loomed over her with his cock sheathed in a condom. It was then that she realized her legs had been freed from the cuffs. He pulled them up over his thighs and lifted her ass so that he could fit the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Despite his impressive size, she was slick from her orgasm and his thick dick slid most of the way in without pause.

  “Aw, hell. You’re so freaking tight. I can’t wait to get all the way inside of you.”

  Jackson pulled back and then thrust back in several times before he finally reached the end of her and his balls slapped against her ass.

  “Ask Jackson to fuck you, Kelly.” Marx reminded her that they were her Doms for the night.

  She opened her mouth to comply when Jackson suddenly plunged in once more and brushed against her cervix. The pleasure/pain drew a yelp from her. Her eyes widened at the electrical pulse that spread throughout her cunt.

  “Please, sir. Fuck me.”

  “I’m going to fill your sweet pussy with my cock, kitten, and make you come.”

  Panic took her breath at the realization that they expected her to climax again. She couldn’t come more than once in a session. It had been one of the things that her previous Master had been disappointed with her about. She wanted to warn them but figured they wouldn’t believe her.

  Marx began to suck on one nipple while he played with the other one with his fingers. He pulled and pinched at it as his mouth tormented the other one. Jackson’s cock pistoned in and out of her pussy over and over. His thick flesh forged its way deep into her cunt, brushing her cervix with every third or fourth plunge.

  Her legs were wrapped around his waist with her heels digging into his ass. He scooted forward and pulled her legs up over his shoulders so that now his dick rasped over her G-spot and rammed harder against her cervix. To her amazement, pressure began to build deep within her womb with each stroke of his shaft inside her cunt.

  Her nipples were throbbing with equal parts pleasure and pain, unable to stick with any one sensation long enough for her to latch onto it. She gasped for breath around the pleasure that was beginning to choke her. Even as Jackson ground into her clit at the end of each thrust, her orgasm began to build again. It grew and grew until she feared it would consume her. It was then that she remembered that she wasn’t supposed to come until they allowed it. She opened her mouth to beg them to let her come, but nothing came out.

  “Breathe, baby. You have to breathe.” Marx had one hand on her chest and the other tangled in her hair.

  She drew in a breath, then another. “Please, please.” She couldn’t get anything more out.

  “Come for us!” Marx demanded in her ear.

  Jackson roared over her as she let go and accepted the wash of pleasure that she hadn’t believed was possible before now. It tightened her cunt to the point of pain, her legs contracted with spasms, drawing Jackson tight against her body as he pulsed deep within her.

  As if from a great distance, Marx’s voice praised her while Jackson rested his forehead against her breasts. She couldn’t hear anything more for several long seconds while her blood settled back into her veins and arteries to flow and pulse throughout her body. Something had changed inside of her, and she wasn’t sure what it was.

  “That was fucking amazing.” Jackson’s husky voice echoed her thoughts.

  He slowly pulled out of her, holding the condom so it didn’t spill. While
he moved to dispose of it, Marx unfastened the cuffs of first one then the other of her hands and massaged her wrists to make sure the circulation returned.

  “Let’s get you into the shower, kitten so you can sleep now.”

  Kelly’s eyes flew open. “I need to go home now. I can shower at home. She started to sit up, but Marx held her down with one hand against her chest.

  “We’re going to wash you off so you’re not uncomfortable. Then you’re going to sleep with us.” His voice brooked no argument.

  She would have to figure out a way to avoid this next time. The realization that she expected there to be a next time floored her. How had they managed to get beneath her defenses so quickly? This wasn’t what she wanted. She didn’t want the emotional aspect that went with most D/s relationships. Emotions led to deeper feelings, and that would only end with her compromising her promise to herself not to let anyone take away her independence again.

  She yelped when Marx suddenly picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. Jackson already had the shower going, and steam greeted them when he opened the door and walked inside. He continued into the walk-in glass shower before letting her slide down his muscular body to stand. He kept one hand on her shoulder until he was satisfied that she wouldn’t fall.

  While they washed her from head to toe, she fought to keep her wits about her. Becoming too emotionally involved with these two men would be a very bad thing. Somehow she had to keep her distance with them. They had the power to destroy all of her hard work, and that frightened her.

  “I loved watching you climax. Your face is so expressive.” Jackson massaged shampoo into her hair and scalp as Marx rinsed her lower body with the handheld showerhead.

  “You can rinse her hair now.” Jackson stepped away as Marx turned her toward him.

  “Lean back some so I don’t get it in your eyes.”

  Kelly followed his instructions. One hand rinsed while the other one threaded through her hair making sure to get all of the soap out. He replaced the nozzle and squeezed out her hair before stepping out of the shower, drawing her along with him. The air in the bathroom was slightly cooler, and she immediately shivered. In less than a second, Marx had wrapped a towel around her hair and was drying her body with another one.

  When Jackson stepped out of the shower after turning the water off, he helped pat her dry. Marx moved on to her hair and soon had it dried of excess water. He positioned her on a stool and slowly began to work the tangles out while Jackson used the dryer on it, waving it back and forth across the wild strands.

  Once Marx was satisfied her hair was sufficiently dried, he carried her back to bed and settled her in the middle of the bed. He and his brother climbed in on either side of her, pulling the covers up to cover them. Marx spooned her back while Jackson pulled her arm over his chest and settled her head on his shoulder.

  “Sleep, little one.” It was Marx’s voice in her ear that gave her the little push she needed.

  As she worried over what the morning would bring, Kelly fell asleep.

  * * * *

  Marx woke before nine the next morning despite how late it had been when they had finally gone to sleep. He quickly took inventory of everything and was satisfied that nothing was out of balance. Kelly was still sleeping between him and his brother, and the house felt secure. He knew the ranch hands would have everything moving along without his help. Today was about securing Kelly into a relationship with them.

  He listened to her quiet breaths alongside Jackson’s soft snore. The feel of her warm body against his felt right. He wanted to wake up like this every morning for the rest of his life. He had known immediately that she was the one for them, but wasn’t sure they would be able to win her trust in order to make it happen. He wasn’t kidding himself. They still had a battle ahead of them, but he felt much better about the outcome.

  Neither he nor his brother wanted a full-time slave or submissive, but he tended to be more demanding than his brother and was thankful that Jackson was there to keep him grounded. Without Jackson’s presence, he was afraid he would push too hard or ask too much of their woman. Though he deeply cared about her, Marx didn’t think he was capable of love or of sensing the deeper emotions of a woman like his brother was. He depended on Jackson to handle the emotional needs of Kelly that he wasn’t capable of taking care of. It was one of the reasons they worked so well together.

  Marx could handle the occasional punishments and disciplines when necessary and would always make sure she had what she needed and was safe, but beyond that, he had trouble connecting on a deeper level with a woman. More than one submissive had accused him of being cold. He hoped that he could give Kelly what she needed so she wouldn’t always see him that way.

  Kelly moaned in her sleep and turned in his arms. She snuggled up to his chest and curled her fingers in his chest hair. The slight sting didn’t bother him. He welcomed the sensation and the ripple of feeling that it gave him.

  He cupped the back of her head and kissed her forehead before closing his eyes to wait for her to wake up. Her warm breath against his chest had his cock jerking his morning wood in a painful move. As much as he wanted to sink his dick into her sweet pussy right then, Marx wanted her to get more sleep.

  He wasn’t sure how long he lay there thinking about what all he wanted to do to her, but he knew the minute she woke up by the stiffness in her body. He smiled, looking forward to the argument ahead.

  “Morning, Kelly. Did you sleep well?”

  She pushed back from his embrace, and he let her. When she looked up into his face, he saw a brief glimpse of her vulnerability before she hid it behind an annoyed expression.

  “I need to get up.”

  He felt his face curl into a small smile. She was delightful with her insistence on being independent. He didn’t want to take it away, but he wanted to challenge it and her. He rolled off the bed and quickly picked her up as she started to scoot to the edge.

  “Hey! Put me down. I can walk.”

  “I know you can, but I like carrying you.” He strode across the room and deposited her on her feet next to the toilet.

  She growled at him as he walked out of the bathroom. Shutting the door behind him, he realized he was actually smiling with his entire face. It was a little of a shock.

  “What’s got you grinning like a loon this morning?” Jackson was sitting up against the headboard with his arms crossed behind his head.

  “The little wench growled at me.”

  “She speaks, Marx. Good for her.”

  Marx shook his head. “She’s going to push us this morning.”

  “I know. I expect I’m going to have my work cut out for me today. You’re going to push back, and I’m going to have to figure out how to keep us all alive through it all.”

  “I’m not that bad.” Marx frowned at his brother. What was taking her so long?

  “Stop frowning at the bathroom door and give her a few minutes. She’s a woman. They require more than five minutes in the bathroom. Get used to it.”

  Marx scowled at his brother. He knew that. He was glad there wasn’t a window in the bathroom. He didn’t trust that she wouldn’t try to escape through it. He crossed his arms and stared at the bathroom door.

  “Watched pot never boils.”

  “Shut the fuck up, Jackson.”

  Jackson turned back the covers and climbed out of the bed. “I think I’ll go fix coffee and breakfast. You look like you’re going to need some time with Kelly this morning. Just remember to not push her too much. We don’t want her running off.”

  They bumped fists as Jackson walked by to grab clothes from his room down the hall. His brother knew him so well. He needed her. It was important to him to establish his dominance over her often while they were getting used to each other. He knew she would struggle with it, but once she realized he wasn’t going to demand her soul, she would enjoy giving over to him.

  The door opened, and Kelly emerged. When she ignored him
and walked over to where her clothes were, he allowed her to actually pick them up before he spoke.

  “Stop.”

  “Excuse me?” She frowned at him from across the room.

  Marx stalked forward until he was within touching distance of her. “You’re not getting dressed yet. Bend over the foot of the bed.”

  “Look, Marx. I played last night. This morning I’m ready to go home. I didn’t agree to stay any longer.”

  “I’m not playing, kitten. This isn’t a game or a scene. This is real. Now bend over that bed. Now.”

  He watched the barrage of emotions flit across her face before hot anger settled in for the fight. She slammed her hands on her hips and scowled at him. Her eyes flashed with emotion, making them glitter. He ate up the sight of her, the glorious picture of her standing before him ready to do battle. It jerked his cock to full mast.

  “If you think you are going to tell me what to do all the time, you’re sorely mistaken. I will not be a slave to you or any man!”

  “If you will remember, kitten, we told you that we would expect your submission in the bedroom and at the club. We are in the bedroom, and I want that wet pussy. Bend. Over. The. Bed.”

  Her mouth flew open, but she shut it and stared hard at him for several seconds. Finally, she stomped over to the bed, and after giving him one more dirty look, she bent over the bed.

  “Spread your legs wide for me.” He walked over as she complied. “I’m going to punish you for arguing with me and giving me attitude. How many licks do you deserve, sub?”

  “You’re asking me how many times for you to hit me?” She glared at him over her shoulder.