Manipulated [The Masters Series 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Rebecca Joyce

  Jason didn’t know what to make of the large cowboy who interrupted his scene. The only thing he cared about was getting that rat bastard’s slimy hands off Sara. Leading him into the infirmary, Jason motioned to a bed, silently telling the cowboy to lay Sara down. He said nothing until the cowboy stepped away from her. Moving towards her, he grabbed some sterile water, arnica cream, and some gauze to tend her wounds.

  The scene was going perfectly, and he really didn’t know what happened, until it was too late. When his whip flicked away from her pale skin, Jason roared within himself that he could be so careless to hurt a living human being. Nothing would ever take away the fear and loathing he felt when he watched blood trickle down her back. Why she flinched he didn’t know, but none of that mattered. He hurt her. It was all his fault and he would have to come to terms with that.

  From the moment he woke this morning, he knew he felt off, but chose to ignore the warning signs, and instead continued. He should have come clean with Matthias when he had the chance, but he didn’t. He should have told Sara to back out of the scene, but instead he listened to her. Now, looking at the damage he had done to her. He knew he should have pushed harder. He could worry and condemn himself later, but right now, his best friend needed him, and he was going to be there for her until she healed.

  Ripping off his mask so he could see better, he whispered, “Oh God, Sara, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”

  “She can’t hear you. She’s unconscious. Help me turn her over. We need to clean her wounds.”

  “I can do it,” Jason responded aggressively, but changed his tune when the tall cowboy stood. Jason was a tall man himself, standing at six foot two, but when the hulking cowboy stood to his towering height, Jason felt small, almost insignificant next to the man that towered over him, standing close to seven feet tall.

  “Are you trained in aftercare?” the cowboy asked.

  “I know what I’m doing,” Jason replied dryly, gathering the rest of the things he was going to need.

  “Didn’t look like it to me out there,” the cowboy commented. Then he asked, “Do you inflict damage on all your subs or is this a onetime deal?”

  “Look, if you’re not going to help me then leave. I don’t have to justify myself to you,” Jason shouted, getting angry at the condemnation the cowboy was making him feel.

  “Actually, Jason, you do,” Gabriel said, walking in with Matthias behind him, along with Doc Jenkins. Jason stepped aside, letting the Doc tend Sara, then turned to Gabriel, only to be stopped in his tracks when Doc said, shaking the cowboy’s hand, “Well, I’ll be damned. Chip Patterson. When did you roll into town?”

  “Just a few hours ago, and it seems I’ve come just in time, too.”

  “Last I heard you were helping Stephan and Tristan Bonier clean up their club down in Chattanooga. What was the name of that place, again?”

  “Satin and Spurs, but they closed that place down and moved their operation to Simple. I’ve been with them for the last five years getting everything set up and running. They have an outstanding crew now, so I’ve been filling in here and there when needed. I spent a few months up in Seattle, in your old stomping ground. The Den was…wow, Doc,”

  “Yeah.” Doc Jenkins grinned dreamily. “I miss that place. Matthew and I are taking our wife there this fall. I can’t wait to show her what I can really do with my ropes. Of course, if she doesn’t curb that tongue of hers she might find out sooner, rather than later.”

  Laughing, Chip slapped the Doc on the shoulder, and then turned to Gabriel, but before he could say another word, Jason interrupted him. “What is going on? Why is Chip Patterson here? I’ve heard of him around the club scene, he’s the best Master of Whips in North America! Oh fuck…you’re going to fire me!” Jason roared.

  Gabriel sighed. “No, Jason. I am not firing you.”

  “Then why is he here? I don’t need anyone’s help in tunnel four.”

  “Apparently you do,” Chip commented quickly.

  “Nobody asked you, asshole. I was talking to the boss man, not you.” Jason responded.

  “Well get used to asking me,” Chip said angrily, getting in Jason’s face, then stated clearly for all to hear. “You were right, Mr. Sexton. It does look like my baby brother needs some guidance. I’ll take the job.”

  Chapter Three

  “Baby brother!” Matthias roared, but Jason Ramsey just stood there staring at the large man before him. So many thoughts and feelings were streaming swiftly, swirling in a complex vortex in his mind, he didn’t know what to say or do. Could this larger-than-life man, a man he admired and dreamed of being one day, really be his brother? It was possible. It didn’t take him long to realize that his father was known for his extracurricular activities. So the plausibility of the Chip Patterson being his brother was valid. It was nothing a simple DNA test wouldn’t confirm. However, in the meantime, that did nothing to stop the anger that still rage within him. He needed answers and he needed them now.

  Looking at the man who had been his boss for over seven years, Jason asked, “Am I still the Master of Whips and Chains in tunnel four?”

  “Yes, Jason,” Gabriel said clearly.

  “And is Sara still my submissive?”

  “Yes,” Gabriel replied hesitantly. That’s all he really cared to know for the moment, and Jason didn’t take a second longer to stake his claim. “Then every one of you get the fuck out!”

  When nobody moved, Jason reiterated. “Sara is my submissive. I have every right to tend to her, and see to her aftercare without an audience. Now get out and let me do my job.”

  Jason didn’t move an inch, standing his ground as Chip Patterson stared directly into his eyes. Jason knew the man wanted to say more but didn’t, and for that, he was grateful. He really didn’t feel like getting into a family biological history lesson with the man he had admired for years. Right now, all Jason wanted to do was care for Sara and beg her forgiveness. When Gabriel, Matthias, and Doc Jenkins left the room, Jason waited for Chip to move. Instead of leaving with the rest, the man said, “You better make sure she is taken care of Jason. She may be your submissive right now, but I’ve loved that woman since I was kid. Hurt her, and you and I are going to have words.”

  With that bit of information, Jason said nothing as Chip Patterson turned and left the room, leaving him alone with his best friend.

  Jason tended to Sara’s body with cool applications of wet washcloths, and gentle massages using the healing ointments available.

  When she opened her eyes, he sighed in relief. “Thank God.”

  “Hi.” She shyly smiled.

  “Hi yourself, love. How are you feeling?” he asked. He witnessed her mind’s incredible aliveness and awareness by listening to her amazing discoveries and answering her new fountain of questions. He then told her that those snaps of the whip that hadn’t touched her were never intended to reach her body, instead they were to mess with her mind, provide confusion and room for doubts of him, of herself, that she could then overcome.

  In the moments he had thwacked the whips with the paper-cutting velocity that he never used on her body, creating numerous sizzling snaps in the air, it was the action that she told him she thought of popcorn popping and had him laughing. Many of those thwacks were a mere inch from her skin. Had he been less focused, less skilled, or less physically capable, or had she ever flinched or crumbled, they could have ripped open her skin and flesh, seriously harming her. She had remained motionless, until that vicious last whip, physically anyway, albeit never mentally. There were only several dark-pink V-marks all over her midsection, markings that faded away within a few hours. However, it was the one dark mark that he worried about the most. He had cleaned and applied the antibiotic ointment to the raised slash, cleaning the blood from her back thoroughly.

  “It doesn’t hurt,” she whispered.

  “Yes, it does. You don’t have to lie to me to ease my discomfort. This should have never happened. I should have b
een more careful,” Jason replied, continuing to apply the soothing ointment and putting the gauze bandage over her wound.

  “Jason.” Sara sighed. “I moved. You told me over and over to relax and I didn’t. I flinched and therefore I caused this. Please don’t be so hard on yourself.”

  “I was the one in charge Sara. I held the whip. I didn’t hear you when you first said your safeword. I should have been listening better. Instead, I hurt you, and for that I will be forever sorry.”

  Sara turned, lying on her side when he was done. Facing him, she looked him in the eyes, as she gently caressed his face, “You would never intentionally hurt me. I know that deep in my soul. But, Jason, you have to believe it, too. Do you know why I did this scene with you?”

  Shaking his head no, he waited for her to tell him.

  “I did it because I love you, Jason. I’ve loved you for so long, I can’t remember a time when I didn’t. When I came to the Pleasure Cave, I was lost. You helped me find my way, and in doing that, you gave me one of the greatest gifts I ever could imagine. Not only do I have the best friend in the whole wide world, I am in love with that friend, and though he isn’t ready to say it, I feel he’s in love with me too.”

  Jason turned away from her and walked over to the door. With a click, he deftly locked them in the room. Heading back over to her, he said nothing when she slowly moved off the small infirmary bed.

  “Be sure you want this, because once I start, I will never give you up,” Jason said firmly, not touching her.

  She gulped. “I’m sure.”

  He wasted no time, taking her into his arms, and kissed her, tasting each other for the first time, awakening their senses for the moments ahead. Jason squeezed her so tightly to him, he heard her wince, and he loosened his grip. For so long he only considered Sara a friend. However, seeing her unconscious in the arms of another, he knew then that she was something more to him. He still didn’t know how he truly felt about her, but he knew for damn sure that he wanted to be the only one ever touching her again. She was his, and he was ready to solidify that by claiming her forever.

  Her breasts were pressed against his chest as they began to undress each other, tearing and ripping their clothes from each other’s eager bodies until there were no barriers between them.

  Jason led Sara back to the small bed, like a lamb to the slaughter. As he laid back onto the bed, pulling her towards him, wrapping his fist in her hair, he pulled her face towards his growing cock. She did not hesitate taking him into her mouth. Sliding her hot, sultry mouth up and down his cock, she tickled the back of his large head with her tongue. Jason growled as he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth, thrusting his hips up and pushing her head down. With his free hand, he grabbed at her breast, pinching her nipple slightly. He laid his head back and closed his eyes as a moan escaped his lips as his hand pulled her hair, forcing his cock deeper into her throat. “Suck me, baby. Take my cock deep into your mouth. That’s it, love. Just like that. Now swallow. Oh, fuck, love, yes, just like that.”

  She struggled not to gag as his thick cock hardened and pushed its way into her throat. She slid up and down his shaft as he roughly pulled and pushed her face over his cock, regulating her speed.

  Jason felt his balls tighten as his cock spasmed. There was nothing he could do to stop the first stream of hot liquid that spewed into her mouth. It had been so long since he had been with a woman, and he loved nothing more than when a woman completely submitted to him, just as Sara had just done. The look in her eyes, her shy smiles, had allowed him to take charge and were the biggest aphrodisiacs he had ever known. When she struggled yet again to swallow him, he loosened his hold, letting her delicious mouth milk every ounce of him from his still semi-hard cock.

  After a few moments, he looked at her and said, “I want more.”

  She smiled and said, “So do I.”

  Without a warning, he grabbed her and pulled her over him as his mouth engulfed her nipple and teased it with his teeth, biting down ever so softly. His hand moved between her legs, and his finger slipped easily into her. He was not surprised to find her wet. He bit and kissed at her neck, causing a moan to escape her lips as he moved over the top of her.

  Suckling her breast, then the other, with a little bite here and there, Jason slid down her body, examining every inch of her body along the way with his mouth. He wanted to bring her to a level of pleasure she had never known with a man, any man. Parting the swollen lips of her pussy, his tongue teased her clit, tenderly but surely. Her hands caressed her own breasts as she spread her legs wide for him, allowing him to savor her sweet nectar.

  His tongue moved in little circles around and over her clit, softly and tenderly. He moved with stealth and confidence. He slid his finger into her tight hole, feeling her body writhe and shake as he danced with her. He felt her little nub grow and swell with need as his cock began to harden exponentially again. Blood rushed through his body as he slid up over her, bringing his cock back to her face as she hungrily devoured it, sucking him as his shaft tightened. He thrust in and out of her, relishing her plump lips that surrounded his now-engorged cock.

  Jason adjusted his position and brought his throbbing cock to her hot, wet hole. He entered her swiftly and completely, forcing all of his thick, hard shaft into her.

  She moaned, “Oh yes, Jason. Stick your cock deep into me. Fuck me hard. Make me yours.”

  Jason ground into her, teasing her body, her breathing labored as his ache grew. His mind was screaming for him not to stop, but all that escaped his lips was a deep moan of bliss. He never fully withdrew from her, just short deep thrusts that brought her to a writhing madness beneath him. He could feel his body threatening to overcome him. He recognized the fact that he was going to come again, and quick. This was the point when his own mind would betray him. It always did, and his failure to allow his own body to succumb to this primal need had cursed him for so long. He struggled to relax.

  He sensed it coming, and he knew he was close when she said, “I’ve got you, Jason. Close your eyes and feel my pussy pulling you deep inside me. Feel the heat of my body as it surrounds you. You want it desperately. Do you feel my walls tightening around you? That’s it, baby, let go. Come for me, come deep inside of me.”

  Her words were tender and smooth and pushed him over the edge as wave after wave exploded from deep inside him. Jason roared loudly, never missing a stroke, as he continued to grind his hips into hers, sinking his cock completely into her, pulling from her all that she could give as she too screamed out her release. He felt her tight walls spasming around his pulsing cock. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Yes…baby, that’s it,” he shouted valiantly as her back arched and her release subsided. Still hard, he continued to pump into her.

  For years since the accident that scarred his body, Jason had healed and moved on from every aspect. All expect one. Since the accident, he had been unable to ejaculate inside a woman. Every doctor he went to told him it was all in his mind, that he allowed his scarring to dominate his body by giving credence to an accident that wasn’t his fault. Until he let that go, he would continue to have problems with sex. Of course, it all made absolutely no sense to him, since he was able to come in a woman’s mouth, or jack off in the shower. However, every time he tried to consummate a relationship with a woman, he failed at the one thing he wanted the most. To feel a woman’s body wrapped around his cock as he came inside of her.

  That was until Sara.

  His best friend.

  Jason realized then that Sara was different from all the others. She didn’t see him as a damaged individual, but as the man he was before the accident. She never treated him differently. She never shied away from the scars. If anything, he would swear she didn’t care. Looking at her beautiful brown eyes, Jason knew she was his for as long as he wanted her, and an evil smile curled on his lips as he buried his face in her gorgeous tits, tears streaming from his eyes. He could not believe what had just happened, and he would be foreve
r grateful for her kindness and friendship.

  Taking a deep breath to calm his emotions, he rolled her over onto her stomach and pulled her hips up to meet his. His cock demanded more. It had been so long, and he was nowhere near through with her yet. He slammed his rock-hard muscle into her, forcing a gasp from her lips. “I need more,” he said as he began to fuck her in earnest, deep, rich thrusts that threatened her balance. With his right hand he reached for her hair, pulling her head up with force as he thrust ever deeper into her. A scream erupted from her lips, short, but enough to tell him he had her attention. He could feel his balls slapping against her body with each swift grunt he made as he fucked her without mercy, and then he just stopped.

  On his knees behind her, his cock still throbbed, sharing his heartbeat with her, but he stayed motionless. Reaching over her, he grabbed a bottle of cool liquid and squirted it on her backside, watching as it slid down the crack of her ass. He fingered it and massaged the lubrication into her rose bud. Sliding his cock out of her pussy, he applied more lube to his shaft, slowly stroking the rock-hard muscle, the tool he was about to pleasure her with.

  Jason lined the head of his cock up with her tight hole and gripped her hips tightly as he pushed the head of his cock into her ass. Sara gasped as he stretched her to accommodate him.

  “Relax, love, let me in. Give up this beautiful ass to me. Let me feel all of you,” he said, gritting his teeth as he pulled back just a bit and forced another two inches into her tightness. Jason withdrew his cock nearly completely, waiting for her to relax. When she did, he speared her fully as his hips sank into the soft flesh of her ass. His full eight thick inches had penetrated her. The feeling was amazing, as he struggled to attain his composure. Slowly, he began to move his shaft in and out of her tight ass, relishing the grip it had on him. As he increased his speed, Jason began to feel familiar sensations coursing through his charged body. He began to fuck her ass with a fever, threatening to devour her very soul.