The Reluctant Submissive: Accepting the Change [The Men of Treasure Cove 15] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Rebecca Joyce

  Leaning against a small minibar in one of his apartments at the Pleasure Cave, Gabriel eyed the woman in question. She was pretty, in a plastic sort of way. However, there was no denying the fact the woman was a viper. “Ms. Santos, would you please tell me why you’ve chosen to visit our small town?”

  “I’m here to see my fiancé,” the woman screeched. “And when I tell him what you’ve done to me, he will sue you and this town. He is a very powerful man.”

  “Who is your fiancé?”

  “Tristan Wallace Summerfield,” she happily replied.

  “Are you sure about that?” Gabriel grinned, already knowing that Tristan called off the engagement almost two years ago when he found her fucking his personal driver. Tristan wasted no time, calling off the doomed marriage and then he gave his driver a raise. Gabriel had to give friend props on that one, Tristan always was good at repaying his debts.

  “Yes I’m sure, you imbecile. I think I know who I’m engaged to!”

  “Well, what would you say if I was to tell you that I am aware of who you are and that you and Tristan are no longer engaged? In fact, he called off everything after he found you in a compromising position. Since then, he’s done everything except have the police issue a restraining order against you. So, it seems that you being here and still telling anyone who’d listen that you’re still engaged to Tristan is a lie. You’re not a liar, too, are you, Ms. Santos?”

  “Who are you?”

  “Oh, forgive my manners.” Gabriel politely bowed, then replied. “My name is Gabriel Sebastian Sexton, ninth Duke of Avalon, the mayor of Treasure Cove, owner of the Pleasure Cave, and I’m also best friends with Tristan and Sasha.”

  When the woman’s face fell, Gabriel knew he had her attention. He really didn’t like throwing his weight around, but his name did come with perks and one of them was, the mere mention of it instilled fear. Which reminded him, he really needed to forgive his grandfather for everything, enough was enough already.

  Gabriel was getting ready to ask Ms. Santos another question when the apartment door burst open. Gabriel turned and gaped in horror. If he wasn’t sitting down, he would have fallen to the floor in fear. Standing at the door like a fire-breathing demon from hell was none other than Treasure Cove’s hell kitten. Her claws were extended, she was growling, and any minute she looked ready to attack.

  “Charlotte, what are you doing here?” Gabriel asked, slowly getting to his feet. He knew not to spook the woman. Any sudden movements could be detrimental. He didn’t know what had pissed Charlotte off, but whatever it was, her full anger was centered straight at him.

  “Looking for you, asshole mayor!” the hell kitten of Treasure Cove replied furiously. “What’s this I hear that you’re not going to build that memorial, because Mr. Moneybags is refusing to give up the dough?”

  Damn! He knew he shouldn’t have told the city council that bit of information. Charlotte was friends with most of them, and since the mine collapse, Charlotte had taken to volunteering her time to help the families of those who were lost. The council was supposed to notify the grieving families, not Charlotte!

  “Charlotte, can we talk about this later? I’m rather busy at the moment.”

  “Fuck no! We can talk about it now, Mr. Asshole Mayor,” she replied, making herself comfortable in one of the sofa chairs.

  “Well, it seems you have a problem to take care of. I think I’ll be going now,” Ms. Santos said, getting up. When Ms. Grey moved forward, Ms. Santos quickly sat back down.

  “Oh, cool your britches, Barbie. I will get out of your way as soon as this asshole mayor explains why he’s too cheap to build the damn memorial himself,” Charlotte said, smiling.

  “Fuck off, you stupid bitch,” Ms. Santos replied. “Why don’t you go back to whatever hole you climbed out of.”

  Everyone in the room gasped. The Prescott brothers actually cringed, Ms. Grey moved further back and Gabriel slowly inched toward the door. There weren’t many people on the planet he feared, but one of them was in the very room with him. There would be no stopping the hell kitten once she got started, so when Charlotte slowly stood, Gabriel was eternally grateful as Braxton walked in and sighed. “Damn it, Charlotte, I said wait for me.”

  “Not now, honey, looks like I’m finally gonna get my wish,” Charlotte said, cracking her knuckles. “You know something, Barbie, it’s going to be my extreme pleasure to deflate your ego.”

  “Huh?” Braxton asked, looking around the room. It only took one second for him to notice the tension and the glee on his wife’s face for him to ask, “Okay, who pissed her off?”

  Chapter Eight

  Violet woke to the sounds of waves crashing against the sand. A soft, cool breeze blew in through the windows, blowing the white sheer curtains to and fro. She was happy, she was loved, she was in heaven. She’d never felt more cherished, more treasured in her entire life. Tristan was an exceptional lover, and she loved him all the more for it. She could feel his breath on her neck behind her, and she wondered if he was still sleeping. However, when his arm moved around her waist and his other hand covered her mouth, she knew he was up and ready for more.

  Tristan was her playful lover, always searching for ways to keep her on her toes. Unlike Sasha, who preferred to stay within his comfort zone of complete domination, Tristan was more inventive. She wasn’t scared of Tristan, she was invigorated and eager to see what her playful lover had come up with now.

  Violet attempted to ask him something, but his hand pressed more firmly against her mouth, making sure she couldn’t speak. He wasted no time, rolling her on her back as he climbed on top of her, pinning her down to the bed with his body. She felt his hand at her throat as he groped and petted her body.

  Violet’s mind raced as thoughts appeared and suddenly she stiffened. She pushed his hand away and tried to roll off the bed. Tristan caught her and held her close, whispering in her ear, “Trust me, Violet. I won’t hurt you.”

  On some elemental level she did, as she tried to slow her breathing. She didn’t want her thoughts of the past to interfere with how far she’d come. She did trust Tristan, it was just that he’d never been so forceful with her before. He kind caught her off guard. When she relaxed, he pulled her across his lap. Tristan wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled sharply back. It paralyzed her for a moment with pain as his hand came down on her naked ass.

  This she knew. This she loved. This she craved.

  It was the first of many spanks he placed on her ass. She lost count after fifteen or so but still his hand slapped into her flesh. She bit her lip at first then clinched her jaw, but in the end she whimpered and moaned as he spanked her ass. His hand slid off her ass and to her delight and thrill, he ran his fingers over her pussy. Aroused and needing more, his fingers worked along her slit as he pulled on her hair. She writhed over him and let out a little gasp of pleasure as he toyed with her cunt. He was teasing her.

  It was not fair that he had this kind of power of her. To her enjoyment, she had to admit that she really love it, the way he touched her, the way he owned her, the way he took her.

  He relentlessly teased her. She tried to roll over and find some way to turn the table on him, but he quickly had her over his lap. He grabbed her hair and pulled. There was no way to gain the upper hand.

  He pulled her into his arms and kissed her fiercely. That numbing kind of kiss that always got her hormones raging and tossed her into the chaos, but damn he could kiss. He laid her back across the bed, still kissing her, distracting her. His hands roamed across her body as he kissed her, his fingers teasing and caressing her skin. To be honest, she melted into the bed. This was why she didn’t notice until it was too late and the first piece of rope, she wasn’t sure, tightened around her wrist. Breaking the kiss, she looked over at her wrist then back up at him. In the darkness she barely made out the rope or his face but she could almost see the smug look on him. It drove her nuts and turned her on at the same time, that coy smile o
f his, because it said he had her and she was his to toy with and take. She tried to keep her other hand out of his reach, but he was quicker and caught it quickly.

  “Now, now,” he said, chuckling. Grabbing her free hand, he placed it on the bed. Tristan quickly tied it and put his hand around her throat again. Violet must admit to herself this forceful play that Tristan was into at the moment was turning her on. She’d never seen this side of him. Oh, Sasha was more the aggressive, dominant one, with a small penchant for pain, but not Tristan. So, seeing him like this, being on the receiving end of his dominant side was more and interesting. It was downright provocative.

  Squeezing her throat ever so slightly, Tristan leaned down and kissed her, biting her lower lip. The pain was sweet and short, causing her to shiver a little with excitement. His hand slid along her throat up to her chin and he gripped her face. Digging his fingers in slightly, he turned her face to the side and stared at her neck. She knew what his plans were and she didn’t resist as he lowered his mouth to her neck. He bit down hard on the flesh of her neck, working up and down on side of it.

  Violet moaned and squirmed as the pain and pleasure mixed with excitement of the unknown, as Tristan ravaged her neck. He switched to the other side but instead of biting, he placed soft kisses up and down her neck. He slowly kissed his way down her body, lips touching her nipples as he worked his way past her breasts. She groaned as he skipped past her tight little pussy and went down one thigh, his hands dragging across her skin as he continued lower and lower.

  It came as a little shock as Violet felt the first strap go around her ankle then the other. He pulled them tight, pinning her legs to the bed. She felt so helpless. Her arms and legs were spread wide for him. It made her pussy drip knowing he could do anything to her and he probably would. His hands slid back up, stroking her inner thigh until he reached her pussy. Lightly brushing across her clit as he teased her cunt, his mouth hovered over it. Violet could feel his breath on her on her sensitive mound as he slowly and gently played with her. She struggled against the restraints, not to get away but to bring his fingers inside her or his mouth on her. The wetness of her pussy slid down her swollen pussy lips because of his touch and also because of the helplessness she felt, the total loss of control.

  Tristan moved up to her face and kissed her fiercely as he pulled sharply on her hair, twisting her head to one side. He leaned to her ear. “Does my little flower want something?” he asked her, quietly but firmly.

  Violet moaned in reply.

  “I asked you a question, Violet. Does my little flower want something?” he asked again, his voice gruffer and more determined, more dominant.

  “Yes, I want you to fuck me,” she said clearly.

  “Not yet, baby, not yet.” He grinned wickedly.

  Tristan let go of her hair and reached over to pull out a blindfold from the nightstand drawer. With utmost care, he placed it over her head and eyes. Violet loved the blindfold. There was something about being in the dark, as if she could escape everything. That excited her. She enjoyed it tremendously when Sasha and Tristan used this tool with her. She knew she was safe with them, but with the blindfold on, she was able to let go of all her anticipation, fear, and unwanted feelings. She was able to concentrate on the feel of him and what he was going to do next.

  The next thing she felt was his hard cock rubbing up against her pussy. The head slid along her slit, covering it with her wetness and rubbing some of his pre-cum on her. She rocked her hips a little, trying to get it inside, but he was more than ready for that as he pulled his cock away. “Now, now, behave. I will take you when I want, baby, not when you tell me to.” He chuckled.

  The bed shifted as he got off of it and there was only silence for a bit. Her mind started wonder what he was doing and what he was planning. It roamed through ideas of what she would like and how things would feel. Lost in her reverie, she was startled when a sharp bit of cold made its presence known. Violet gasped as it work its way down her neck. She knew what that intense coldness was. She’d felt it before.

  Ice. The cold was ice.

  Violet shivered and quivered as he circled each of her nipples with it, slowly moving down her stomach. She strained against the ropes because of the cold, unsure if she really wanted to get away or just to guide his hand. She failed. His hand and the ice cube made strange, random patterns across her stomach. The ice cube left a trail of cool water across her skin, and Violet gasped as the air cooled her heated body and as Tristan went lower and lower. The ice cube reached her pussy and he swirled it around her clit and then slid it down along her lips just barely pushing between them. It was all she could do not to scream in frustration. He held the cold contact just a little longer and then it was gone. The cube made its way down her inner thigh and down to her ankle then was gone from her skin entirely.

  Violet trembled when his tongue followed the cool trail of water back up her body. His mouth caressing her skin as his tongue glided over her thigh, then her pussy, across her stomach, around her nipples, and to her neck. Once that was done, he kissed her passionately and scraped his teeth across her bottom lip. She responded trying to make the kiss last longer but he pulled away. Her blindfold was removed for a moment as he showed her what he would use on her next. Violet gasped.

  It was a very large dildo. It wasn’t like any of the others Tristan had used on her before. This one was different. This one was wooden. She’d read about the old school phalluses that looked menacing and solid, yet she’d never seen one up close and personal. It looked unforgiving. Tristan held it close to her face so she could see clearly. Violet didn’t know what to think of the thing, but a trickle of apprehension surfaced when he started to run it along her chest. The wood was cool and slick as it slid over her skin. Then without warning, he brought it to rest against her throat. He pinned the dildo to her neck in the crook of it. It was heavier than it looked. The thickness of it and its heavy weight gave new meaning to the term heavy battering ram. Violet wondered if he was just using the tool as show as he undid her bindings one at a time. The wooden dildo never gave her an inch to escape. Once he was done untying her, he looked down at her and smiled. “Roll over, Violet, and get on all fours,” he commanded, as he removed the large wooden dildo from her neck.

  Violet looked up at him and slowly got on all fours. His hand came down with a sharp smack on her ass. She yelped and looked back at him. He glared at her and tied down her ankles. Losing the straps, just enough to reach her wrists, he finished restraining her. Glancing at him with downcast eyes, Violet saw him climb onto the bed behind her. His wooden phallus slid along her spine as he brought it over her ass and slid it between her legs. He ran the length of it across her pussy, making her shiver with a touch of fear mixed with anticipation. The rather large end of it pressed against her entrance, both her pussy and the phallus now covered with her juices. She wasn’t sure that it would fit but she wanted it to as Tristan pushed against her. Slowly, it slid in, filling her up and making her come a little as it did.

  “Oh, God. Push harder. Please harder,” she moaned and gasped out.

  “Oh really? Someone is a naughty little flower tonight,” he said, chuckling.

  “Yes. Please, Tristan,” she said, pushing against the wooden shaft.

  Tristan fucked her hard and fast with it. The wooden shaft stretched her pussy painfully, but it felt really good in a way that she couldn’t begin to describe. The dildo pistoned in and out of her cunt. She could barely think as he continued to drive it in and out of her. She felt the smooth wood as it pounded her pussy. Tristan was relentless with it and Violet feel herself building to a climax.

  “Oh God, Tristan, more,” she moaned out as he fucked her with it.

  “Does my little flower want to release her nectar?” he asked.

  “Yes, please,” she managed to get out.

  Tristan, abruptly, pulled the wooden dildo out.

  “You get to come when I say, not before,” he said roughly.
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  A shudder rippled its way through her as he pulled the wooden phallus out. Violet almost came right then, but managed to hold it in, only because she wasn’t sure what Tristan would do if she came without his permission. She felt his fingers slowing stroking her pussy and then they were gone. A sucking sound came from behind her as he stood up and left the room for a moment. Twisting in her restraints, Violet tried to see what he was getting for her. She managed to turn around and see him walk in with an empty bottle of expensive water. He saw her looking and grinned at her, then removed the cap and drank the entire contents before her. She was parched herself, and was kind of upset that he didn’t offer her any of it. When he was done, he grinned, licked his lips, and simply said, “I was thirsty.”

  He set the bottle down next to the bed and asked, “Thirsty, Violet?”

  All she could do was nod.

  “Well, then I will untie you and strap you back down on your back,” he said and set his words to action.

  Violet didn’t fight or struggle at all as she lay back down on the bed. He tied her legs and arms down, pulling the straps really tight. She was spread eagle on the bed as he lifted her head and placed a pillow underneath her. From this position, she could see the entire length of her body. He reached over and picked up the cool bottle with an evil smile on his face. He rolled the cool bottle across her stomach and Violet gasped. She thought the ice was cold, but the cold glass was freezing. It shocked her body, making her gasp even harder.

  Tristan removed the bottle and held it up to her. Then he lowered it slowly toward her dripping cunt. She not only felt it slide slowly into her, but she also saw every inch of it as he violated her little pussy with the extremely cold glass bottle.

  In a way it was hot, watching him do this to her, but the severe coldness of the glass burned her hot pussy. Violet rolled her head and raised her ass to accept the bottle deeper into her. Tristan reached over and covered her mouth with his free hand as he picked up the pace with the bottle. Not quite pounding her pussy, but definitely fast and firm as he worked the bottle into her little cunt. Violet moaned into his hand. She wanted to scream from the intense cold, yet she was relieved at the numbness it gave her. It turned her on that he wasn’t letting her vocalize her pleasure. He had deprived her of even speaking. All she could do was feel.