Abigail's Acquiescence [Portraits of Submission 1] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Tara Rose

  Taking her into their beds might be their highnesses’ birthright, but didn’t she have any say in the matter? Was she their prisoner? And why her? Because she’d been drawn to that damn painting? Abigail cursed the day she’d spotted it in the window. She never should have gone back for it. This was insane. This couldn’t be real!

  Chapter Five

  Colton’s dick jumped to attention when Abigail walked into the sitting room. She’d put on the dress they’d chosen, and he and Jarrett had been right about the color. It set off her eyes perfectly. Her hair hung loose, and although they were used to seeing women who weren’t servants with their hair up and decorated with combs or ribbons, this natural look on her was perfect. She also hadn’t put on any face paint, but then, she didn’t need any. He’d always preferred bare skin at any rate.

  “Thank you for joining us,” he said, rising to take her hand. “Did you sleep well?”

  “Yes. Thank you.”

  “And the food? Was it to your liking?”

  “It was delicious.”

  She took a seat on the sofa between them, and he took a deep breath. She’d used the lavender bath products. It was his favorite scent on a woman, but it also drove him to distraction.

  “You promised you’d answer my questions this morning.”

  “How much of our conversation from last night do you remember?” asked Jarrett.

  “All of it, now. At first it was fuzzy.”

  “The last thing you asked us was whether it was true we had a right to use you for sex. And we told you that we did. It’s our birthright.”

  She shook her head slightly and averted her gaze, but Colton felt the curiosity and desire coming off her in waves. She wasn’t completely repulsed by the idea. He and Jarrett had sought out several of their relatives last night before going to bed to ask them what was the usual behavior of the women who crossed over when told why there were here.

  Their answers had ranged from outright repulsion and anger to a willingness to go along with it. Abigail’s response so far was closer to the latter. But it didn’t matter. He and Jarrett intended to have her, regardless. They’d both rather she was willing because they didn’t want to frighten her, but they would seduce her this morning. They’d both agreed on that point, although Jarrett had insisted they try and answer her questions first. Jarrett had far more patience than he did.

  “Do I have no say-so in this at all?”

  They exchanged a quick glance, then Colton moved closer to her. “You may have a say-so in where we make love to you the first time.” He kept his voice quiet, but made sure she heard the conviction in it. He’d spent a restless night dreaming of this girl. Talking could wait. His burning desire could not.

  “You mentioned rules and politics last night. At least clue me in on those. I want to understand this, but I’m very confused right now.”

  “Confused about us, or about why and how you’re here?” asked Jarrett.

  “The latter.”

  He moved closer to her and stroked her arm. Colton caught the slight gasp and the way her eyelids fluttered for a second or two. She wanted them both. No matter what was going through her head right now, she did want them. “So, you do find us desirable, then.”

  “That’s got nothing to do with it.”

  The shakiness in her voice betrayed the words. It was all Colton could do not to push her down and kiss her until he could no longer breathe. “It has everything to do with it,” he said. “We aren’t going to force you, Abigail. We want a willing partner. But we do intend to have you.”

  She opened her mouth several times but nothing came out. He could sense the struggle inside her, but he also saw no fear, and for that he was grateful. It wasn’t his intention to scare her. Only to have her. Over and over again.

  “I just...I don’t understand why you’d need to go to so much trouble to have sex. Either of you. You’re…you’re so beautiful.”

  He smiled, and then he brushed a finger over the bodice of her dress, capturing one of the laces. He pulled it out of the tiny holes, but then he stopped at just the one. She gasped, louder this time, but the look on her face wasn’t fear or repulsiveness.

  “Why do you need to seduce women from my world? Just tell me that much, at least.”

  She was persistent. He’d give her that much. “It’s a long and boring story, and I’d much rather do this instead.” Colton bent his head and kissed her. At first, she pulled away slightly, but as his lips moved over hers, she finally relaxed and returned the kiss. He teased her closed lips with his tongue until she parted them, moaning into his open mouth as she did so.

  Jarrett moved behind her, and when Colton tangled his fingers in her hair, he felt Jarrett press into Abigail from behind. As his kisses grew more urgent and forceful, she tried to pull away but she was wedged between them both now.

  Colton assaulted her mouth with his teeth and tongue as his need rose to a fever pitch. A cry from her that sounded more frightened than sexy reached his ears, and he released the kiss. Jarrett brushed his hands up and down her back. She tried to move away from them but there was no place to go because Colton had wedged his knees against hers.

  “Please,” she whispered. “It’s too much. Too fast. I need to breathe.”

  Colton moved back so she could stand, but Jarrett rose, too, and encircled her from behind, moving his hands to just below her nipples. He nuzzled her neck. “We will not hurt you. We promised you that.”

  She closed her eyes for a second, and when she opened them again, Colton glimpsed the desire in them. But he also sensed her misgivings. Was she truly afraid of them, or simply frightened because of the circumstances?

  “Why don’t we let Abigail take a moment to collect her thoughts?” asked Colton, rising. “Maybe splash some cold water on her neck.”

  The muscles in her face relaxed, and gratitude shone in her eyes. “Yes. Thank you. I do need to use the bathroom. Just give me a few moments. I’ll be all right.”

  She scurried through the door to her room, and Colton crossed the room to the sideboard. He needed something stronger than coffee right now. Was he never to find what he was searching for? Was Jarrett right? The woman of his dreams didn’t exist? How could years of dreams be so wrong?

  Now that they’d claimed Abigail, they couldn’t turn her away. It would make them both look like fools. And they couldn’t send her back. They’d never been able to do that with any of the women. Once they were here, they were here for good.

  They’d have to tell her that, eventually. But for right now, Colton wondered why the hell he hadn’t simply ignored his feelings last night. How could something that felt so right have turned out to be so wrong?

  * * * *

  Abigail’s entire body trembled as Jarrett opened the door from the sitting room. They were both in her bedroom now. So much for answering her questions this morning. She was here to have sex with these two men. That much had become clear. But what else was she supposed to do with them? Were they married? Did they have children? Was she one of their many lovers?

  Abigail stared at them both as they crossed the room toward her. She put a hand to her mouth where she could still feel Colton’s lips on hers. The man could kiss. No doubt about it. And she shivered remembering the feel of Jarrett’s strong hands on her back and her breasts. She felt his breath on her neck as if he’d never moved away from her.

  Her pussy was soaked and her clit throbbed. It had been so long since she’d had such an immediate and intense physical reaction to being kissed and touched. Would it really be so horrible to have sex with those two? If mere kisses and casual touches had this effect on her, what would it be like to have their dicks inside her?

  But she had so many questions. And it was clear they weren’t in the mood to sit down with her for several hours and explain everything first.

  “That dress looks stunning on you.”

  Abigail swallowed hard at the sound of Jarrett’s voice. It was so smooth and sexy, an
d difficult to ignore. There was something in it that made her want to kneel at his feet and beg him to take her. She stared into his beautiful eyes as her resolve to ask questions first and then maybe…perhaps…fuck later faded away with each passing second. “Thank you. It’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever worn.”

  He advanced toward her, slowly, like a jungle cat stalking its prey. “You have nothing to fear from us, Abigail. We won’t hurt you.”

  She swallowed hard as a moan nearly escaped her throat. “You keep saying that.”

  “And we mean it.”

  “Okay. But what about…um…preventing pregnancy? Or diseases?” She was on the pill, but they were back in her condo. Did they even have birth control or condoms here?

  “Our women drink a potion to prevent inconvenient pregnancies. We will make sure you have an ample supply this morning because we haven’t claimed you for breeding. And we don’t have any of the diseases that plague your world. Again, several potions prevent them.”

  He was only inches from her, and the scent of sandalwood filled her head.

  “How do you keep your bloodline going without children?”

  Colton chuckled softly. “She’s determined to have her questions answered first, isn’t she?”

  Jarrett grinned in a sexy way that had her fighting the urge to pull off the dress and beg them to fuck her. “It’s a legitimate question. But I have an idea. Here’s how this will work today.” He was right in front of her, and the waves of passion coming off him were palpable. She could barely take a full breath. “You ask one question and receive one answer. After that, if you want another one answered, you have to do something for us first.”

  “What do I have to do?” she whispered.

  “We shall name it. If you won’t do it, the question and answer game is over and we will simply take what we want.”

  That sounds fair. And sexy as hell! “All right.” Her entire body was on fire now, even though a voice in her head screamed at her to stop and think about what she was doing.

  Colton moved closer, his grin full of lust and humor. “Do you want to ask a different question? Or shall we answer that one and then tell you what you’ll do for us before you may ask another?”

  “That one, please.” Her voice came out all breathy, but really…how could she help that?

  “There are others who keep the bloodlines going for all of us,” said Jarrett.

  “I don’t understand.”

  He shook his head. “Too bad. That was one question and one answer. If you want another question answered, you have to do something for us.”

  “That wasn’t an answer. It wasn’t complete.”

  They exchanged an incredulous glance. “It’s the only one you get for now,” said Colton.

  “Sadists,” she said, under her breath.

  “Yes, we are,” said Jarrett. “But I think you already knew that from the portrait.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “You told me those men aren’t you.”

  “They’re not.” Both men were directly in front of her now. The combined scents, plus her overwhelming horniness, were enough to make her dizzy. “But we indulge in such practices.” Jarrett brushed a finger along her face and she couldn’t stop the moan this time. “Blindfolds, floggers, paddles, and other items designed to ensure submission and inflict sensations, up to and including pain.”

  Oh God. Every fantasy she’d ever had came rushing at her and once again, she wondered if this was real, or merely the most elaborate and vivid dream she’d ever had.

  Chapter Six

  Colton took a seat in an arm chair and motioned her toward him. “It’s time, Abigail. Come over here and sit on my lap.”

  She walked toward him, but stopped moving as he took his cock out of his breeches. He held her gaze as he pulled on it, and she didn’t know where to look first. Hot lust came off him in waves, but she didn’t want to look away from the sight of him stroking his own dick. It was so sensual.

  She moved closer, and had assumed he’d want her to straddle him, but she was wrong. Once she reached the chair, Jarrett was behind her. He unlaced the dress, and then before Abigail had time to utter a cry in protest, he pulled it off her. She hadn’t put on any underwear because Patricia hadn’t laid any out for her. But she hadn’t thought to look through the drawers in the room. Had they been expecting her to wear any?

  “Your body is beautiful,” said Colton, his voice thick and gruff.

  Apparently not.

  Jarrett turned her around and kissed her, and this time she didn’t pull away. Her pulse raced and soft moans escaped her throat when he shoved his tongue into her mouth. As she reached up to wrap her arms around him, he released the kiss. The triumph in his eyes should have made her angry, but all it did was fuel her desire for him.

  “That’s more like it,” he said. She heard Colton open a drawer behind her, and was about to glance over her shoulder to see what he was doing, but Jarrett brushed his hands over her breasts and then shoved one between her legs.

  She moaned softly as he stroked her pussy and clit, over and over. “You’re soaking wet. We might not even need to use oil.”

  “Oh, I think we will anyway,” said Colton. “I want her nice and slippery.”

  Jarrett backed her up until she felt Colton’s legs behind hers, and then she cried out as Jarrett grasped her around the waist and bent her over slightly. Colton pushed a warm, wet finger into her pussy, groaning as he did. “That is so fucking tight. Get her on top of me. I need to fuck her hard.”

  Abigail gasped again as Jarrett lifted her up and over Colton’s lap. Colton’s hands were on her hips, and the two of them guided her pussy over Colton’s thick cock before she had time to process what they’d done. “Oh my God…” She cried out in pleasure as Colton moved her up and down. He was large, so there was some pain until she got used to him, but then the most exquisite sensations imaginable flooded her senses.

  He nuzzled her neck from behind. “You feel incredible. I’m going to fuck you until neither one of us can walk.”

  Abigail moaned loudly at his words. She’d never been fucked like this. This raw, dirty, animalistic take-what-you-want fucking. She should be upset, but the only thing racing through her mind was how incredible it felt, and how much more of it she wanted.

  Jarrett moved a footstool in front of her, and then she cried out again as he grasped her breasts. He teased her nipples with his fingers and then his teeth, until her moans became constant and an orgasm was close. This was unlike anything she’d experienced, and didn’t even come close to what her mind had conjured up during fantasies.

  Jarrett kissed her again, and when she went to wrap her arms around him, he captured both wrists overhead with one hand. He released the kiss and grinned, forcing more whimpering from her. “Do you like this, Abigail?”

  “Yes. Oh yes…”

  He cut his gaze toward Colton over her head, and then Colton stopped moving her up and down, and reached for something off to the side. Abigail watched them fit leather cuffs around her wrists and clip them together. Hot fear gathered at the edges of her consciousness, and she tried to push it away. They’d said they wouldn’t hurt her.

  They also promised to answer all your questions.

  Jarrett must have seen the change of mood on her face. “These aren’t meant to frighten you. Relax and enjoy the sensations.” He spread her legs and moved two fingers against her clit. “You liked seeing the woman in the painting with her wrists bound, didn’t you?”

  “Yes. Yes, I did.”

  “You’re bound now the way she was. You can’t get away from us.”

  “I don’t want to get away from you.” It was true. She’d never been so turned on in her life. She wanted them to take her, roughly and without mercy. What had they done to her? She’d never had thoughts like this. Never. But she welcomed them. It was as if they’d unleashed something deep inside her. Something she’d kept secret and hidden, even from herself. And now that they’d le
t it out of her cage, there was no going back.

  “No, you don’t want to get away. You’re enjoying this. We know you are. You’re ready for us. We can smell it on you.”

  Her breathing came in short gasps as Colton began moving her up and down over his cock again, and Jarrett massaged her clit with each thrust. She needed to come, but she gritted her teeth and tried to hold it off because this could not be happening. Abigail Marie Dawson did not have sex with two fucking gorgeous strangers and come in two minutes flat.

  “Stop fighting it.” Jarrett’s eyes bored into hers, lulling her into a sense of safety. His fingers increased their pressure, and now he flicked her left nipple with the other hand. “That’s it. Come on. We’ll answer one more question when you come.”

  “Oh fuck…”

  “Oh yes, baby. We will fuck you. Hard, deep, and without mercy.” Jarrett took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

  “We will fuck you in this hot, tight pussy,” said Colton, his voice clipped and hard now. “And in your delicious mouth, and in your ass. We will both fuck you in every hole today, all day long.”

  Abigail cried out loudly as the climax started.

  “And you will love it,” he said, nipping at her shoulders. “You will be on your knees, begging us to take you.”

  Abigail shook her head back and forth and moaned loudly as the orgasm tore through her. The contractions went on and on, and it took long, luscious moments before they stopped. She was panting when they lifted her off Colton, who hadn’t yet come. She lowered her arms in front of her and asked for water.

  Jarrett gave her some, holding the glass while she drank, and then she asked if they were going to keep her wrists cuffed.

  “Oh yes,” he said, his eyes dark and dangerous. “We haven’t even begun to introduce you to our unique preferences. Now you may ask one more question.”

  Question? She didn’t even know her own name right now. Was there anything else she really needed to know?