The Mistress's Misfits [The Men of Treasure Cove 11] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Rebecca Joyce

  Intense, erotic, and emotional feelings continued to overwhelm her bound body. All she could do was move to the motion, gasping for breath. Her mouth still full of Jack’s cock. She could feel her chest being covered more and more as saliva dripped steadily from her mouth. Her whole body was covered in sweat. She felt her wrist slipping in the restraints as the force of the two men’s powerful movements moved her.

  “Fuck, Pussy Kat, I’m gonna come,” Jack’s deep voice said as he tightened his grip on her hair. “Swallow it all, Pussy Kat, every last drop, or there will be hell to pay later.”

  Katarina trembled at the inflection in Jack’s voice, fearful at what he was implying, but regardless, she knew he would never hurt her. He may be forceful and demanding, but she knew he would never harm her.

  “Oh, Ms. Peacock, I’m gonna come, too. Please can I?” Conner said as he thrust his cock deeper into her sopping pussy. “Please, Mistress. I can’t hold it in any longer!”

  “Follow my lead, little brother. Your Mistress has her mouth full at the moment.”

  Within seconds of Jack’s deep voice, Katarina felt the initial spasms of his cock in her mouth. It was then that he forced her head tighter onto his engorged cock. With a loud moan, and one last thrust of his hips, Jack came violently in her mouth. Katarina tried to swallow everything Jack gave her, but it was so much. Breathing through her nose, she managed to halt her gag reflex and swallowed every last drop of cum. She even found herself milking the length of Jack’s cock with her eager tongue so that every drop now belonged to her as Jack slowly pulled his still-twitching cock from her mouth. Katarina gasped for breath, trying to clear her throat as Jack let go of her head.

  “Dayum, Pussy Kat sucked me dry and then started begging for more. I think I’m in love, Brannon. We may just have to keep her tied up for eternity,” he said with a chuckle. “I sure hope you’re ready for more, Kat, because I think baby brother is about to blow.”

  Katarina was delirious and exhausted when she heard Conner moan. Thrust back to the present, she turned her attention to Conner’s body as she watched his thick cock slide in and out of her pussy. She could see her cream coating every inch of him, his face flushed and red as sweat beaded on his brow. His thrusting increased, and his penis began to swell. Moaning, Conner pushed her past her control. The intensity of his building orgasm increased hers as it grew with every thrust. Her pet was more than just submissive. He was aggressive and demanding like his brothers. Yet, where Brannon and Jack were dominant, Conner was considerate yet skillful as he swirled his hips at the last moment. The head of his dick rubbed against her G-spot, eliciting a wild cry from deep within her. Her pet knew what he was doing, and she planned to use his knowledge every chance she could.

  A single moan, and another thrust, then Conner arched his back and roared like a lion as he came deep with her. Katarina felt pulse after pulse of cum hitting the innermost depths of her womb. Then as soon as it began, it was over. Conner relaxed, laying her hips back down on the bed, gasping for air. As she lay there breathing heavily, Katarina could feel Conner’s cum as it oozed from her ravaged pussy.

  “Thank you, Ms. Peacock. That was amazing,” he exclaimed, and gingerly, he stuck two fingers into her now-dribbling pussy and scooped out what cum he could. “Would you like a taste?”

  Katarina’s mind whirled with emotions, trying to put things together. She realized she could do nothing, so she willingly nodded as Conner stuck his fingers into her mouth.

  “We taste amazing, don’t we?” he asked.

  Nodding, she smiled as she licked his fingers clean, tasting two men’s cum along with her own juices.

  “I wish I could tell you that you could sleep now, but you see, Brannon hasn’t had his turn, and Jack is already eager for more. They like to share a lot, but I don’t, so I knew they would let me go first. I hope I didn’t hurt you, and that you were satisfied with me. I’m gonna go shower now, but if you need me again tonight, just ask, my dove,” Conner whispered close to her ear. Right before he moved away, he leaned back over her and gently kissed her lips so sweetly her toes actually curled. “I love you, Katarina. Please stay with us.”

  Katarina didn’t have time to reply before Conner bounced off the bed and scurried to the bathroom. Within seconds, she heard the shower running. Looking over at Brannon and Jack, she wanted to ask them what Conner meant when he said stay with them, but Brannon spoke first. “You have two minutes.”

  “Two minutes, huh?” Jack replied.

  “I think two minutes is more than enough time?”

  “What if she wants more?” Jack countered.

  “Too bad,” Brannon exclaimed. “This isn’t about her needs. After watching you and Conner, my dick is about to fall off if I don’t get inside her soon.”

  Jack chuckled. “Now that I’d pay money to see, brother.”

  Katarina could hear them moving away from where she was. Still bound, she could do nothing, and after a second thought, she chose to say nothing. She had no energy left in her body. The only thought that was running through her head was that she wanted them to come back. She wanted them now.

  Moving her hands and legs again, she hoped that maybe the binds had come loose, but when she felt the soft restraints on her wrists, she sighed, and any hopes of persuading them to come back evaporated. She was theirs to do with as they wished. She had become their personal fuck toy, just as hours ago Conner had been hers.

  Katarina relaxed and listened to her surroundings once again, hoping to hear something she could recognize that would aid her. She started to move her wrists, hoping that the sweat had loosened them enough where she could pull her hands through. She could hear the noise from the rustling of the restraints and stopped. Listening for a few more seconds, she hoped that the noise she made wouldn’t catch anyone’s attention.

  Silence. Pulling again at her wrists, she hoped for some sort of release.

  “Well, lookie at what we have here, Jack. Pussy Kat thinks she can get away from us,” Brannon said. “I think her two minutes are up and she’s ready for round three.”

  “I think you’re right, brother. Maybe what she needs is a reminder who is in charge when it’s just the three of us. Not that I minded sharing you with Conner, Pussy Kat, but he ain’t here now,” Jack spoke quietly, then leaned over her. He was so close that Katarina could actually see small gold flecks in his brilliant blue eyes. “You are my submissive, Katarina. You belong to me.”

  Katarina felt as though Jack was staring into her soul. She could barely see him, the light from the fireplace quickly fading, but the tone of his voice pierced her soul. All Katarina could do was smile and lower her lashes, hoping that he was happy with her obedience.

  “I can’t wait to tie you up, Pussy Kat. To command you to do what I want. To devour your body, and worship you as I see fit. Do you want that, Katarina? Do you want me to take over your pleasure and give you something you’ve never experienced?” Jack said, his voice husky and ragged. Just listening to him speak those simple, vibrant words, Katarina’s heart beat faster. The blood in her veins moved quicker, and her mind whirled with delight. Oh yes, she wanted him to do that to her and more.

  Nodding yes, Katarina waited on bated breath for him to begin. She wanted him, needed him to deliver her into a sphere of nothingness. She needed to float amongst the stars, knowing that when she fell, he would catch her.

  She could feel his breath on her right cheek as she moved her head toward him.

  “Say it, Pussy Kat. I won’t proceed until I know I have your complete understanding and acceptance,” he ordered harshly.

  “Oh yes, Jack, take me as you want,” she somehow managed to say.

  “Yes what, Pussy Kat?” he asked again, biting her ear. “And louder, Brannon couldn’t hear what you were saying.”

  “Yes!” she shouted. “I want you both to take me, to make me submit to you. I want you both to make me yours.”

  “I love it when she begs. Has she ever b
egged for you, brother?” Jack said with a light chuckle.

  “Not that I can recall,” Brannon said. “But I do remember many times begging her.”

  “Oh, really.” Jack grinned.

  “Yeah and I think it’s time she had some of her own medicine,” Brannon replied.

  Katarina heard Brannon’s small laugh coming from the end of the bed as he moved closer to her. When she looked up, he was now standing on the other side of her. His face was expressionless, but his eyes held excitement and glee. He was ready for what he was about to do to her, and though she wouldn’t admit it aloud, she was, too.

  “A couple things before we begin, Pussy Kat,” Jack stated as she watched him move away from her. The fireplace was barely emitting any light, and the room was growing darker, more sinister by the minute. She wasn’t afraid of the dark, not by a long shot, but the tone of Jack’s voice and the way Brannon was looking at her started to make her wonder that just maybe she had bitten off more than she could chew.

  The room itself was dark and mysterious, and add in two gorgeous cowboys, with hunger and lust in their eyes, and, well, Katarina started to think she may not be woman enough for them.

  “First, Brannon is going to untie you and move how you are positioned. He is then going to tie you up again. Remember, you asked for this, and we are only too happy to oblige, but if you feel at any second that you can’t handle what we are about to inflict, all you have to do is say the word hasenpfeffer, understand?”

  Silence.

  Hasenpfeffer? Was he joking? He couldn’t be serious. Was that even a word?

  “Do you understand, Katarina?” Jack asked roughly, making her flinch.

  “Yes,” she replied.

  “And your safe word?”

  Katarina knew never to giggle at a Dom, but God help her, she couldn’t stop herself, and as she said the word, a soft chuckle escaped.

  “Someone thinks this is funny, brother,” Brannon said clearly. “I think a little training is in order.”

  “I believe you are right, brother.”

  Oh fuck.

  Chapter Nine

  Jack stared at the beautiful woman on the bed, writhing in need as his brother tormented her, teasing her, arousing her. She was exquisite and everything he had ever dreamed about in a woman. If God had created one woman for him, it had to be Katarina Clark. She was vivacious, outspoken, a thrill seeker, and his perfect match. Just looking at her and his cock grew hard, touching her felt like touching soft silk, but being inside her was heaven.

  Katarina Clark may have a dominant side to her personality, and he was okay with that. His brother Conner needed that part of her, and Jack welcomed what she could do for his brother, but Jack wanted her submissive. He wanted her begging before him, kneeling as she worshiped him, as if he were the only man on earth who could bring her pleasure.

  Oh, he knew he could be ruthless at times, and he was definitely demanding, but he knew she could take it. She had a spine of iron and a heart that could melt steel.

  As Brannon put her into the perfect position, he watched for any signs that she felt uncomfortable. When he was satisfied that she was perfectly content, he said, “Let the training begin.”

  “Blindfold on or off, Jack?” Brannon asked.

  “On,” he stated, his voice now low and trembling.

  She mumbled something incoherent.

  “What was that?” he hissed in her ear. “We are being nice to you and you speak where we can’t hear you. Is that how a sub acts?”

  Jack could her breath quickening. The color of her flesh deepened.

  “Answer me!”

  “No, Sir. I would be grateful for the blindfold, Sir,” she sputtered out and began to shake.

  “Sir?” Jack growled, moving away from her. “Oh, I like that, Pussy Kat. You are an odd one, though, that is for sure. I barely said anything and you are already calling me Sir. You may keep doing that.”

  “What about me, Jack?” Brannon asked. “What can she call me?”

  “Brannon,” Jack said.

  “What?”

  “Brannon!”

  “What!”

  “Oh for fuck’s sake, she can call you Brannon,. Jack moaned and rolled his eyes as he remembered why he chose to have a sub all to himself.

  “Well that’s not fair. If she gets to call you Sir, then she should get to call me it, too.”

  “She can also whip your ass if it pleases her,” Jack said, getting annoyed. “So no, she will call you Brannon, because I am the only Sir in this room. I do not have a submissive bone in my body, unlike you or Conner. So shut up, and finish getting her ready.”

  Brannon grumbled and cursed. “Fucking bastard. Not you, kitty Kat, Jackass, but I need you to turn over onto your hands and knees. You will present your mouth to me and your asshole to Jack by spreading your ass cheeks with both of your hands. He’s an ass man. I hope you’re not tender back there.”

  Katarina leaned over onto her side and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. Jack knew she was still a little wobbly after Conner had finished with her, but would not take that as an excuse for not obeying him. As soon as she got on her hands and knees, Brannon tightened the restraints again. She positioned her hips just over the heels of her tiny feet and spread her knees apart, coming all fours. She then leaned forward, pressing herself into the bed with slow and deliberate movements. Jack knew she was teasing him, and God help him, he loved it. Finally, she grabbed her ass and presented the most intimate place of her glorious body.

  “What a beautiful view. Come look, Brannon, and tell me if that’s not a pretty sight,” Jack stated, stroking his shaft. God, he loved a good piece of ass, and his Pussy Kat had two of the fullest globes and the perkiest little fuck hole in the universe. Jack could not wait to sink his cock deep into her tight hole.

  Crawling up behind her, Jack bent his head forward, his tongue inches from asshole. He gently blew. She clenched in response to the sensation. Jack grinned.

  “While Jack demonstrates what it means to listen to him, I will be feeding your luscious mouth with my cock,” Brannon stated, climbing on the bed to kneel before her.

  Katarina began to squirm, her legs straining against the restraints.

  Whack!

  “Oh shit!” she cried out.

  Whack!

  “Oh fuck!

  Whack!

  “Don’t you dare move your ass until you’re told to do so,” Jack said, and spanked her once more for good measure. Her soft whimpers and her relaxed state told him that she fully understood.

  “You know, Kat, Jack is very good at getting what he wants. It’s best you enjoy what he does. It will go easier for you,” Conner said, walking out of the bathroom. “And, Jack, hurt her and I will go all kung fu on your ass.”

  “Stay out of this, peacock. Go find a good spot to watch. You may actually learn something,” Jack replied angrily. He hated having more than one sub to deal with, especially when the second was his brother. He understood that Conner felt a great deal for Katarina, but now was not the time for him to grow a set of balls. Nope, baby brother had his time with his Mistress. Now it was time for the Mistress to become the submissive.

  Making sure Conner was out of the way, Jack returned to the beautiful woman before him. Squeezing her cheeks, he could feel the heat radiate into his hands from her spanking. A nice red glow formed, as Jack helped spread the heat around. “Her ass is fucking phenomenal, Brannon. How come you never played with it?”

  “Because she was too busy whipping mine,” Brannon huffed, stroking his cock as he spread his pre-cum over her lips. “You worry about her ass, I want to feel her lips around my cock again since we were rudely interrupted last time and I had to rush myself.”

  As Brannon started to push his cock into Katarina’s waiting mouth, Jack had waited long enough. Leaning forward, he traced circles down each side of her sphincter. He loved being taboo. He loved making her squirm, and he was going to love sticking his cock
into her tight hole. After coating her hole with his saliva, he changed positions and moved closer. With his dick in his hand, he aimed it at the tight pink puckered hole and pushed forward.

  She was so god dammed tight. He thought for sure if she clinched even once, her little asshole would snap the head of his cock right off. Grabbing her cheeks, he spread them further apart and pushed in a little deeper. Heat surrounded him, a searing blaze of fire, so intense, if he didn’t stop and catch his breath, he would come instantly.

  “Fuck, Pussy Kat. You’re so fucking tight. I’m going to have to work on loosening your ass up a little.”

  * * * *

  Brannon didn’t give two shits and a holler what Jack had to do. All Brannon could think about was the hot, moist mouth engulfing his cock as he continued to thrust his dick into her with such a force that he grew delirious.

  All of a sudden, a high-pitched moan came out of her mouth, and Brannon opened his eyes and watched as Jack slid three fingers inside of her tight asshole. Slowly, he began moving them in and out. Katarina gasped and almost backed off his cock. Brannon grabbed the back of her head and pushed himself forward, never taking his eyes off Jack’s fingers sliding in and out of her ass.

  “Breathe, baby, and let Jack prepare you. But don’t forget about me, because whatever he is doing to you, I will not stop what I am doing. Do you understand me?” he asked forcefully, releasing the tight hold on her hair, but still gripping it.

  Her gargled reply was enough for him as he feed her his shaft. He continued to watch, mesmerized as his brother gently prepped and seduced Katarina. Jack was the master when it came to stuff like that. He knew it and so did Conner. Hell, they wouldn’t have gotten half the women they had if it hadn’t been for Jack.