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

by Rebecca Joyce

  “Oh yes,” she cried, relaxing for the first time that evening, pulling her two lovers against her as she rode out her orgasm. Violet floated in her ecstasy, wanting more of her two men. When Sasha eased his fingers from her tight but now sloppy pussy, he moved up further over her. His lips close to her ear, he whispered to her, “Let Tristan see how you taste, baby,” while he offered her his wet fingers to her eager mouth.

  Her soft moan seemed an invitation to Tristan, who slid off the bed to kneel on the floor before Violet. Wasting no time, he put one of her legs over each of his shoulders and dove right in. His tongue lapped eagerly at her sweet juices, feverishly covering her vulva with a series of licks. His approach was much more aggressive than the gentler oral sex that had become her pattern with Sasha, and she responded eagerly to the change of pace.

  Meanwhile, Sasha kept busy with his mental part of his sensual assault. Violet had a deeper, more profound orgasmic experience when her brain was fully engaged. Knowing that words were the pathway to that full release, Sasha spoke to her. “Is this what you wanted, baby? Our complete attention of your two lusty men, intent upon pleasuring you.” Violet could only whimper weakly in response. But her back arched again, offering her right breast to his large, soft hand as he nuzzled her neck and shoulder, Sasha staying connected while Tristan was busy pleasuring her below.

  And busy he was. Violet’s hips had started moving as her pleasure deepened. Tristan inserted his large index finger into her pussy, which tightened around the welcome intruder. For the first time he experienced the strength of her pelvic muscles and immediately understood the treat he might find later. For now, though, he concentrated on the writhing, needy pussy in his face. Tristan licked and sucked noisily, while at the same time aggressively fucking Violet with his finger. She was close to coming, horizontal by now, her legs stiffened over Tristan’s shoulders with her head cradled in Sasha’s lap. His left hand held her up to his mouth and his pistoning right hand. “Please Tristan,” moaned Violet, all thinking now past, focused only on reaching her peak.

  “Come for us, Violet. Come now,” Sasha whispered seductively into her ear as he twisted her nipples, giving her both the permission and extra push that she needed to get over the top.

  “Oh Tristan!” she exclaimed as her hips continued their rotation, her legs squeezing Tristan’s head as he sucked her clit and, now more slowly, massaged her pussy. Soon she was finished, slumping back into Sasha’s arms while Tristan untangled himself from her clinging legs. Joining them on the bed, to Violet’s left, he gently kissed her, allowing her again to taste the results of her pleasure.

  Violet was smiling happily as she slowly came down from her euphoric high, to the sounds of Sasha and Tristan chuckling. “Looks like someone enjoyed themselves.”

  “Immensely, and when I get back, it’s my turn to eat the cream,” Violet said with a wink, slowly getting up from the bed. “I’m going to freshen up.”

  Violet was ecstatic. After months of secrets, she finally felt like they were all moving forward again. All on the same page together. She still had a hard time swallowing the fact that Sasha kept an important secret from her, but she understood and accepted it. He was just trying to protect her and he always would. She loved that about him and Tristan, too. She meant what she said earlier and hoped Sasha understood she was serious. She wasn’t going to be able to heal if they kept bubble-wrapping her. She knew there were going to be times when she was scared, unsure and lonely, but if her men stayed true and honest with her, she would never again doubt their love.

  She returned to the bedroom to find Tristan on the bed, his back against the headboard. Sasha was standing at the foot of the bed, chatting with him, when he turned to watch her walk in. While in the bathroom, she’d taken the time to brush her hair and teeth, but nothing could erase her warm glow of a terrific orgasm.

  Sasha stopped her with a kiss, at once tender and passionate. “You’re stunning, little flower. Absolutely beautiful.”

  In the low light of the bedroom, she crawled toward Tristan, like a feline on the prowl, ready to devour her prey. Reaching him she placed a hand on each of his thighs, straining to reach his inviting lips.

  The grin Tristan was wearing as Violet entered the room soon became a serious look of anticipation. His bright blue eyes darkened when she approached. His long arms wrapped around her as she sought the heat of his mouth. Her passion ignited the kiss. Lips mashed against each other. Her tongue snaked easily through his open teeth, searching his depths, communicating her gratitude for Tristan’s earlier attention and her desire for more. She wanted both of them, and often.

  His reaction was immediately evident to Violet, his hard cock pressing into her soft stomach. Yet she took her time tasting him, rekindling the flames that burned so brightly when they were on his private island. The heat rose even further when she lifted her hand to his left nipple, squeezing gently at first, then more forcefully as she felt his welcoming response. But Violet could no longer ignore the hard cock beneath her, sliding her hand down his smooth chest, past his tight abs, to the waiting stiff rod between his legs.

  Tristan’s cock was divine. The velvety head was moist with pre-cum, which she smeared all over its top. Though the kissing was so essential to her arousal, Violet could no longer wait to taste him. Trailing kisses down his broad chest, stealing a sharp bite of his left nipple on the way, she scooted back on the bed.

  Violet wasn’t sure how she came to her great love of giving oral sex. But there was no doubt that it was thrilling for her. She felt powerful, in control. The fact that she could deliver such pleasure in itself was intoxicating. Yet it was more. She loved the presence of a cock in her mouth. Even a finger there was exciting for her. A hard cock, though, seeping with a slippery taste of him, sliding against her hungry tongue, pressing against her inner cheek, and filling her throat. Well, that was something else again.

  She knew the pleasure she received from abandoning herself to the effort. Taking more and more of a cock inside, coming ever closer to his soft curls, embracing his musky scent, even gagging as she took his cock fully, was a process Violet craved. She had learned that her passion and talents were rare, which made her all the more eager to share them with him in special moments. She’d kept herself contained before, but no longer. Forgetting the past, this was her new future and she, too, wanted to be honest with them both, and her honesty started right now. Tristan was about to learn just how wonderful a hot, enthusiastic, focused blowjob could be.

  Looking at Tristan’s hard cock, Violet had a decision to make. Should she go for the kill, or stretch out the experience? Her preference always was for the latter, so despite Tristan’s eager, aggressive assault upon her senses earlier, Violet knew that she needed to savor this moment.

  Pointing his cock to the ceiling, she licked its base before dropping her moist tongue to his heavy, nicely-trimmed sac. Violet wasted no time in taking one of Tristan’s balls into her mouth, rolling her tongue all around, sucking gently, and then applying the same treatment to the other. Tristan moaned his approval, completely enjoying the feel of this new experience.

  She had learned over the last year and a half with him, that busy hands multiplied his sensations of a blowjob, but that slickness was key. So she began using her tongue to coat his cock with saliva. Violet held Tristan’s balls with her left hand, softly squeezing, while her right was assisting her tongue with his hard shaft. Up and down, around and around, her tongue and hand spread the slick moisture over Tristan’s tense, sensitive skin.

  Soon it was time for a taste. With her fist gliding in a spiraling motion up and down his shaft, Violet took his mushroom head between her hungry lips. Her tongue scooped up Tristan’s pre-cum, savoring his salty taste, before inching down his cock. Again and again her mouth moved up and down, each time taking a bit more of his thick manhood, all the while her twisting hand alternately met her lips before returning to the cock’s base.

  Tristan panted, lifting his
hips to encourage deeper penetration while absorbing her head’s motion with his hands in her soft hair.

  Sasha had waited long enough as he moved to join her on the bed, kneeling behind her upturned, inviting bottom before sliding his cock into her dripping pussy. Her now energetic attention to Tristan required Sasha to grasp her hips for control as her head bobbed in front of him. This was what she wanted. This was what she needed, Violet thought to herself. There was no other reason for such an act except to embrace the pure, raw lust.

  Violet caught a glimpse of herself in the large, mirrored closet doors. Tristan’s cock was buried in her throat, his hands fisting in her hair, pressing her down on his raging hard-on. Kneeling, her pussy was dripping her excitement as Sasha thrust his cock deeply into her from behind. She caught a glimpse of herself, between her two men. As she raised up off Tristan’s cock, Sasha would retreat, and she had milliseconds to take in her appearance—mussed hair, smeared lips, wild eyes—a woman completely abandoning herself to her men’s need to push her to new heights of pleasure.

  Each thrust by Sasha pushed her forward and down onto Tristan’s cock. The result was a rather energetic and a forceful deep-throated blow job. She had to gasp for air as his hard heat offered the delicious kind of abuse her throat craved. Her soft gagging was audible as Tristan’s cock thrust deeply enough to trigger her gag reflex. Sasha knew from experience that this was the moment to slam into her with as much force as he thought she could take. He knew there was something compelling for Violet, something primal triggered by a hard cock gently gagging her, making her gasp for air, making saliva and pre-cum ooze past her lips, making her deliciously messy. He was only too happy to oblige, holding her hips as he thrust his throbbing cock deep and fast into her while she knelt over Tristan.

  It was too much for Sasha. Violet’s earlier explosive orgasms played through his mind as he watched and felt the scene before Tristan. The exquisite torture she was now meting out, deep-throating him as she stretched out the sensations with her twisting and tugging hands, was overwhelming. The vision of her fevered motion, with Sasha behind, thrusting the three of them together, added to his ecstasy. “I’m coming,” Tristan cried, holding Violet’s head still around his spurting cock.

  Tristan’s orgasm triggered hers. The feeling of his thick, creamy cum blast against her throat, spilling out from the corners of her mouth with its volume, took her over the edge. Violet was fulfilled in Tristan’s pleasure. That her warm and willing mouth could take him to those heights thrilled her. Coupling that with the wickedness of the whole scene was immeasurably satisfying.

  None of this was lost on Sasha. His thrusts had become more energetic as he watched the scene before him. For more leverage and height he lifted his left leg, and placed that foot on the rumpled sheet. Now able to see Violet’s vigorous bobbing on Tristan, moving fluidly with her as he stroked in and out, their timing controlled by the interaction, he was on the verge of climax. When Violet succumbed, Sasha had no choice. Her clenching pussy, arched back, and long moan of ecstasy were more than he could take. His spasms seemed to go on forever as he continued his stroking, slowing as he emptied himself into her, but wishing it would never end.

  They collapsed in a heap, Violet against Tristan, Sasha over Violet, all trying to catch their breaths. Violet was completely satisfied, not just with her shattering orgasm, but with the powerful knowledge of making love to her two strong men. She had given herself freely to them, and in turn reveled in the thrilling moment of their ultimate release.

  In that moment she had learned that it was not enough to feel those two hot mouths on her needy nipples. It was not enough to be brought to searing heights by two skillful and passionate men. She wanted, needed, to be the instrument of their satisfaction as well. To be in the center, enjoying both and simultaneously pleasuring both, went beyond her imagination. What she learned the most was that she wanted them forever, permanently. She wanted them as her husbands. Violet was in new territory now and loved every minute of it.

  Violet recovered enough to drag herself from the bed, leaning into Sasha as she moved past him and kissed him softly on the cheek as she headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

  “You didn’t tell her, did you?” Tristan asked when the two were alone.

  “Not all,” Sasha replied. “I was unable to tell her all of it.”

  “Damn it, Sasha.” Tristan sighed. “What did you leave out?”

  Violet interrupted their conversation with her return. Her eyes wide, she looked up at Sasha. Walking over to him, she kissed him hard on the lips, molding her tight body into his, feeling his soft hair as she pulled him completely into her wet kiss.

  Tristan slipped away to give them a moment. “I need to freshen up myself,” he said. This was not how he expected the night to be. He was pissed at Sasha for not following through. His friend had the perfect opportunity to tell Violet everything and he only told her bits and pieces. What those pieces were, Tristan had no clue. The longer Sasha took to tell Violet everything, the longer it was going to take for all of them to get back on track. Tristan didn’t like the idea of Violet believing everything was settled when it wasn’t. If Sasha was unable to tell Violet, then he would. He wanted to start a life with her. He wanted to marry Violet. That thought struck him like a battering ram. He wanted the whole kit and caboodle. Marriage, kids, the works, even the dog and cat. Now all he had to do was get Sasha to ’fess up the goods, because if Sasha didn’t tell her everything, Tristan’s dreams wouldn’t come true.

  Tristan was happier when he came back into the bedroom knowing what he wanted, as Sasha left to take his turn in the facilities. Sitting on the end of the bed, Violet beckoned him to sit beside her. He wrapped his long arms around her, and they shared a kiss, more warm than passionate, yet nonetheless satisfying. They both enjoyed the brief moment just to themselves, and found themselves stretching out along the foot of the bed.

  They were still there when Sasha returned, though by then the kissing had become more intense. Tristan loved Violet’s submissive side as he lay atop her and gripped her wrists in his strong hands, their arms fully extended. She moaned deeply into their hot kiss and shifted beneath him, letting him know with certainty that he had flipped her secret switch.

  A moment of doubt caused Sasha to pause, uncertain if he should put a stop to all of this and just come clean, but Violet beckoned him with her eyes and all thoughts of what was right fled as he moved toward the pillows and leaned back against the headboard. In a blink she was kneeling before him, reaching for his lengthening cock. “I’ve wanted this night for months, Sasha. Remind me of what I’ve been missing.”

  Violet loved the velvety feel of Sasha’s plump cockhead against her tongue, which turned a slow circle around its ridge. As it grew in girth, the crown became more pronounced, with a prominent ridge protecting the sensitive flesh below. It thrilled her to drag the soft flat of her wet tongue over this skin, massaging the head before finding his tiny hole with her pointed tip. She couldn’t imagine being any more aroused, but taking Sasha in her mouth, in the presence of Tristan, made her pussy tingle and gush with fresh juice.

  Sasha adjusted the pillows behind his back, lifting his hips toward her eager mouth. “That feels so good, Violet,” he breathed. But he knew it would get better. He relished the feeling of her soft lips caressing his hard cock. The motion of her hands, in complete synchrony with her sensual sucking, always sent him to a special place. But when she looked up, looked deeply and longingly into his blue eyes, with a long string of saliva mixed with his pre-cum stretching from her mouth to his cockhead, he always succumbed. At that point he fell into a place where senses merged with imagination and he was lost to feelings.

  By this time, Tristan needed to join in. Violet was on her knees, her swaying ass high, taking some of her weight on a straightened left arm while her soft mouth and twisting right hand brought so much pleasure to Sasha. So focused was she on her sloppy task that she barely felt the weight
shift as Tristan knelt behind her. But she soon acknowledged his welcome presence as he pressed his cock against her swollen, wet lips.

  The challenge, thought Violet, was going to be maintaining enough focus to fully pleasure Sasha while Tristan was fucking her. It would be a fun challenge she was only too willing to accept. Turning back to her left, she licked her lips as she looked over her shoulder at Tristan, encouraging him to move forward with her hungry eyes. When he entered her slick pussy, Violet resumed her attention to Sasha, but not before pausing to look at the three of them in the mirrored doors. She caught her breath in that moment, recognizing that this scene also would be etched in her memory, forever a glimpse of the night her fantasy had been realized.

  Tristan was stroking slowly, alternately driving Violet onto the cock before her and then pulling her off. Her twisting hand continued to follow the path of her wet mouth, lubed by the copious amount of saliva she dripped on the taut skin. Soon there was a rhythm between Tristan and Violet, with Sasha simply embracing the incredible sensations and seductive vision before him.

  Violet needed more. She needed that burn. That delicious, fire-tingling burn that only they could give her. Releasing Sasha’s cock, she moved up his body, halting Tristan’s thrusts. She straddled Sasha, kissing him deeply, her tongue delving into his mouth. Sasha moaned, as his hands gripped her hips, as Violet slowly sank down onto his rigid length. This was what she wanted, what she needed. Breaking the kiss, she looked over her shoulder to Tristan and winked. When he smiled at her, she lowered her chest to Sasha’s while raising her ass to Tristan, inviting him into her body. Tristan wasted no time as his slick, juiced-up cock, slowly entered her ass.

  And just like that…there was her burn.

  Her moans and cries of pleasure encompassed her body, as Tristan took his time entering her. He was gentle with her, but firm, slapping her ass a few times. Violet held onto Sasha for dear life, as the smoldering fire within her grew into flames of passion. When Tristan was finally seated, Violet started to move.