The Mistress's Misfits [The Men of Treasure Cove 11] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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The Men of Treasure Cove 11
The Mistress’s Misfits
Katarina Clark loves her job and is extremely proficient at it. She never wanted the intrusive entanglements that went along with relationships, especially since that was what brought her to the Pleasure Cave in the first place. When she agreed to take on a permanent submissive, she never thought doing so would cause pandemonium.
The Kincaid brothers, Jack Daniel, Brannon, and Phillip Conner, are the comical clowns of Treasure Cove. Never taking anything seriously, they believe in fun more than hard work. When the oldest brother returns with a letter that could have dire consequences, the brothers decide that a grand adventure might be in order. However, no one counted on a feisty Mistress tagging along.
With the help from Celestial, the Kincaid brothers set out to confuse and ensnare those who wish to hurt their family. Along the way, help arrives in all shapes and sizes, but when the cow jumps over the moon, will the dish get away with the spoon?
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 53,278 words
THE MISTRESS’S MISFITS
The Men of Treasure Cove 11
Rebecca Joyce
MENAGE EVERLASTING
Siren Publishing, Inc.
www.SirenPublishing.com
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THE MISTRESS’S MISFITS
Copyright © 2014 by Rebecca Joyce
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DEDICATION
Open your eyes and look around you, because what you think you are seeing is not real, but an illusion. If you take a closer look, you will realize that nothing is as it seems, and what you once thought was nothing was the exact thing you were looking for.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
About the Author
THE MISTRESS’S MISFITS
The Men of Treasure Cove 11
REBECCA JOYCE
Copyright © 2014
Prologue
Present day
“All right, Ms. Clark.” Landon Michaels sighed, then asked, “Where were you again during the bank robbery?”
“Screw that,” Braxton shouted. “Ask her who released my wife and gave her a flaming baton!”
“Braxton.” Landon growled. “I will get to that, but we have to take this one step at a time.”
“Sure! Take your fucking time. But in the meantime, my wife is currently at home showing my son how to play with fire!” Braxton yelled, getting to his feet. When he turned, slamming his hands down on the table, Katarina jumped. The brothers had warned her of the sheriff’s foul temper, but being the sole receiver of it was much, much worse.
“Braxton, sit down,” Landon ordered firmly.
Katarina Clark knew that the federal agent and the sheriff of Treasure Cove, Braxton Connelly, had nothing on her. Everything had turned out just as the brothers said it would. What amazed her even more was that their crazy-ass diversion worked.
She still hadn’t set eyes on them since Braxton cuffed them yesterday and placed all three of them in the back of Rafe Anderson’s squad car. All she remembered was watching the car fly down the dirt road as each of the brothers turned to look at her. Each smiling and saying something she couldn’t hear. After that, she was systematically placed in the backseat of an unmarked federal vehicle, along with Batman and Robin, and whisked away. She still hadn’t figured out who Batman and Robin were, but none of that mattered now.
It was done and Sophie was safe.
All around her, characters from every childhood story, television show, and movie filled the two jail cells. Moreover, every set of eyes were plastered on her, waiting to see what she was going to say next. The only problem was she really didn’t know what to say. Would they even believe her if she told them the truth?
“Ms. Clark?” Landon said, grabbing her attention again.
“I’m sorry, Agent Michaels, could you repeat the question?”
“Where were you during the bank robbery?”
“Well,” she muttered. This whole mess was so unbelievable. If she hadn’t been a party to most of it, she would have thought it was just a tall tale. However, it wasn’t. It did happen. “Well, if you must know, I was behind the Flowering Tea Pot, fucking one of the Charlie’
s Angels.”
Instantly the characters in the jail cell erupted in laughter. It took Braxton and Rafe a couple of minutes to calm the nosy audience, and when all was quiet again, Landon leaned forward and said, “All right, Ms. Clark, and start from the beginning.”
Taking a deep breath, she began.
Chapter One
December, 2013, the Pleasure Cave
Katarina Clark was bored. It had been over a year since she left Maine. She’d still be there if it weren’t for her ratfink of a boss. The lecher!
She had a good thing going, too. Yeah, she was playing ring around the surgical table, but hey, she was single and thanks to that jackass, she could no longer practice in her chosen field. Too bad she walked in to find Mr. I-only-want-you-baby had his intern bent over the desk in his office, her skirt high and her panties low. The buxom, blonde-haired woman was shaking as he pounded himself into her, and he was gasping so much it looked like he was about to have an apoplexy! Therefore, she totally understood why it took him a second or two to register that she had opened the door.
What she couldn’t get past was his excuse! She was too experienced, he said. He wanted someone more innocent, someone he could mold into the perfect prodigy.
Prodigy her ass, he just wanted a younger fuck toy! In addition, he said, he wanted someone with bigger tits. But that never stopped him from spending hours upon hours, kneading and sucking on her ample C-cup beauties.
Asshat!
His betrayal and her subsequent firing swiftly followed, which made her withdraw from the world. Her friends rallied around her and said she should get out and date again, or at least fuck, but she hadn’t been up for it. Warm baths and vibrators had been her paramours. That was until one night changed everything for her.
She had gone to a bar, nervous and fidgety, a first for her, since she had always been so self-assured and in control. A couple of drinks later, the awkwardness faded. Two drinks after that, and she was on her back in a hotel with a handsome cowboy, who had bought one of those drinks, and was fucking her as if she was the last ride at the rodeo. She had almost forgotten how good it felt to have a long, smooth cock, a real dick, between her legs. The next day as he showered, she hopped in with him, got down on her knees, and bathed his cock with her tongue as hot water spread in curtains over her.
She still smiled whenever she remembered him. If it weren’t for him, she figured she would still be in her apartment, moping for that rat bastard who ruined her career. However, that night with her cowboy changed everything for her. She had one of many epiphanies.
She knew what she wanted, no, needed to do.
During her college years Washington state, she had dabbled in the BDSM Scene, going at first to watch and then later taking classes and participating, learning as much as she could. The time at The Den in Seattle had awakened something dormant in her. A club for the elite and über rich, the Den catered to a specific clientele. Tucked away in the prominent Pike Place Market district, the Den, known for its ostentatious opulence and its nocturnal delights, could and would cater to any sexual appetites. Members did not just walk into the Den. No, one had to be invited, and by that, after a thorough security and background check, and a meeting with the club owner himself, then and only then, would one be allowed to visit the Den.
However, she was lucky. She knew the owner personally.
For a long time she thought herself a submissive, but in all reality, she was a dominant, well, a Domme. It came as quite a shock when her best friend and club owner Sasha Merrick asked her to come to the club and help out. What she didn’t realize was that the help he was seeking was more on an instrumental level. She was good at what she did, and in the interim made some extra cash that allowed her to finish off her schooling and graduate debt free, unlike the thousands of other students who still had loans to pay off. Nope, she was one of the lucky ones, thanks to Sasha.
Growing up in the surrounding suburbs of Seattle, she and Sasha did everything together. From the moment they met, they had been kindred spirits and utterly inseparable. After high school, they even attended the same college, WSU, and were both on the fast track to medical school. That was until Sasha found his true calling. Dropping out in his junior year, he took what money he could finagle out of his parents and slipped away into the dark corners of the underworld. Every now and then, he would pop back up into reality, and that was when she would see him. It was at one of those times that she asked about his business and he took her on the tour of a lifetime. That night her life found clarity, a purpose, an understanding about herself she didn’t have before. That night, with her best friend by her side, everything changed.
After college, she interned at the Seattle Memorial until she passed her boards. However, thanks to her nocturnal delights, she didn’t do as well as she hoped, but she still passed. She was offered a job at the Bangor Memorial Hospital in Maine. Though it wasn’t what she hoped for, she made the best of it, saying good-bye to her best friend to start her new life. That was when everything fell apart. Sequestering herself in her apartment was driving her nuts. Unable to stand it any longer, she called the only person she knew who could help, Sasha. He had arranged for her flight and she had been under his tutelage ever since.
It wasn’t easy leaving everything she worked so hard for, but once she put her mind to something, nothing and no one was going to stop her. Returning to Seattle wasn’t as easy as she thought. She was happy to be back home, and near family, but working and living at the Den had become too much for her. She loved Sasha, and would do anything for him. She just couldn’t work for him. Sasha made some calls, and for the last year, she made her life at the Pleasure Cave, just outside the small town of Treasure Cove.
She liked Treasure Cove, and it suited her needs. She could hide herself away from everything and just be whatever she wanted to be. Some nights, she became a sultry Mistress with a wicked whip fetish, or she could be a demur innocent who loved to play with chains. Nevertheless, her favorite personality was being the Mistress of Pain, who had the pleasure to whip and train the many animals that frequented the club. Only lately, she had become bored with the whole ordeal. She needed something new, something exciting, some adventure in her life.
Just like the Den in Seattle, the Pleasure Cave catered to every sexual delight and perversion the mind could create. She judged no one, and accepted everyone, but she had an affinity for the animals. Puppies, cats, horses, pigs, and even a hardheaded cock or two, none of the animals were off-limits in the Cave, and each one needed to be trained. That was her job, and she excelled at it.
The sound of someone knocking at her door caught her attention. Looking up at the clock, she smiled.
Oh, right, it’s Friday. Deputy Dawg needs some attention.
She had being seeing Brannon Kincaid on and off for close to eight months now. She liked him, and he was sweet to her. At first, they were just casual about their relationship. He would come into the club, she would spank, whip, or flog him, then let him rub up on her, and that would be it. However, over the last three months, Brannon had begun to ask for more. She had no problem with more. She was a woman, she knew the meaning of more and liked more herself, but what Brannon was asking for was different. She told Gabriel she didn’t want to lose the friendship she had with Brannon, but when the deputy sheriff went behind her back and signed an exclusive contract with her only, well, she agreed to more. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him sexually. She did. It was just that doing her job day in and day out and getting paid to train and be with customers, well, doing more with Brannon felt like she was a paid prostitute. Therefore, she only agreed if Gabriel took her off the payroll.
She had her own money, so it was no hardship for her. When her mom died while she was finishing her internship, she inherited a hefty sum. Her father still was one of the wealthiest men on the western seaboard, and well then there was her income from the Pleasure Cave. Nope, money wasn’t an issue when it came to her decision. The only
issue she had was losing her heart to a man she considered a friend.
When she had first met Brannon, she was working in the dungeon, parading around with two grown men on leashes. It was normal to see several frivolities, and no one blinked an eyelash, and most certainly not her. Yet, when Brannon walked in, wearing his faded blue jeans and cowboy boots, she did a double take. There was just something about him that reminded her of that cowboy back in Maine. Oh, she knew it couldn’t possibly be him. Brannon was an inch shorter and stockier than her hotel rodeo rider was, but damn he sure did look good enough to eat. However, there was just something about Brannon. Something that drew her to him like bees to honey, and after five seconds of being in his presence, she knew exactly what that was. Her deputy sheriff was a submissive. But not just any sub, nope, her rough and tuff deputy had a hidden kink that only a small few knew about.
Brannon Kincaid was a closet puppy. Yep, that was right. He liked to be petted, and scratched, and brushed, and spanked with a rolled up newspaper, while she paraded him around on a leash, saying things like “who’s the good puppy?” Oh, yeah, finding the weird was her norm. He was a good puppy, but on occasion, he was bad, and that was where she came in.
It was her job to train him, to nurture him, to love on him. She had met her fair share of animal play lovers while working the Den in Seattle. Something about how the dominant nurtured and lavished attention on the submissive always made her heart flutter a bit, but it was watching the reactions of those who received the attention that was most intriguing. The look of desire, acceptance, and tranquility would flash within their eyes, and then serenity. After seeing that, she read up and trained on everything she could to help someone achieve that look. Unable to practice medicine anymore, Katarina figured if she couldn’t heal the body, then she would heal the soul.