Submission to Desire

STORY EXCERPT

“So, you liked the fact that he wanted to hurt women. I knew it. Any men who would own a place like this must really hate women. I’m sure he fit right in. You people make me sick.”

She shot to her feet with the intention of getting the hell out of here before she threw something at their heads, but King moved fast for such a large man and caught her before she could even take a step.

With fire in his eyes, he gripped her upper arms.

“I don’t appreciate being judged by a woman who doesn’t know the first thing about me.”

Royce came to his feet, no longer smiling. “Or what we do here. We kept Donner close to watch him. We all talked to him over and over about the way to treat women, and Blade, our partner, even went out to meet with him. We were afraid that he would be a danger to women in the club in Virginia, and even went so far as to warn the owners there.”

King gestured toward the sofa, leading her back to it. As she sat, he braced a hand on the arm and loomed over her.

“We knew that there was a woman he was fixated on, but we didn’t know who you were. We’re very sorry that you had to go through that. We do not promote abusing women.”

Breathing a sigh of relief when King stepped back, and watching the play of muscle as he perched on the arm of the chair across from her, Brenna fisted her hands on her lap.

“You’re Doms, right?” Even if she didn’t know that they owned this place, she would know that they were. Something about their presence reminded her of the Dominants she’d met back in Virginia. It was in their posture, in their eyes, and in the way they looked at a woman, as though not wanting to miss a single weakness that they could exploit at their leisure.

The confidence, and arrogance, couldn’t be mistaken.

King inclined his head. “We are.”

Expecting that answer, and the cool tone, Brenna nodded. “So, are you going to try to tell me that you don’t use whips on women? You don’t hit them? Hurt them? Isn’t that how you get your kicks?”

Royce shot to his feet, but King waved him back, the calculating gleam in his eyes sending off all sorts of red flags. “If you’re really curious, I’ll be happy to answer all your questions, but I’m not about to sit here and argue with you when you’ve already made up your closed mind about us and what we do here.”

The disappointment and censure in his tone made her feel like a heel, but remembering Donner and his cruelty infuriated her all over again.

“I’m not buying it.” She jumped when Royce came close and squatted down in front of her, stiffening when he ran his fingers over the back of her hands in a caress she assumed should have felt nonthreatening. Alarmed at the rivulets of heat that ran up her arm, she forced herself to remain still, shaken by his intense stare and the cool calculation in his eyes.

Royce smiled knowingly and ran his fingers up her arm, sharpening the tingling sensation.

“I’m afraid I’d have to agree with King. If you really want to understand, we’ll be glad to answer all of your questions.” He lifted a finger when she started to speak.

“But, we’d like to show you. That’s the only way you’d truly understand. The only way you’ll be able to see the way we live is to experience it for yourself.”

Brenna pulled her hand away and scooted as far as she could away from him. “Sure. Sign me up and make me pay an exorbitant amount of money for you and all your customers to beat me. I don’t care what you call it, it’s just an excuse to hurt a woman. Even those men in the club carried whips with them. The women thought it was sexy. I didn’t.”

Hoping he didn’t see the lie in her eyes, she lifted her chin, silently daring him to call her a liar.

Royce’s gaze sharpened, his eyes becoming the deepest green she’d ever seen.

“So, you’re a submissive? Do you go to clubs regularly? Do you belong to someone?”

Bristling at the bite in his tone, she shot to her feet and started forward, only to have King come to his feet and block her again.

“Belong to someone? What’s with you people and that belonging crap? I don’t belong to anyone and I only went to that club once. And no, I’m not a submissive and I don’t ever plan to be. Frankly, I just don’t get why any woman would want to be.”

Royce came to his feet and moved in behind her, the fingers he ran up and down her arm making her shiver.

“Maybe you are. Maybe you’re not. Maybe you don’t want to know for sure because you’re afraid of the answer. You went to that club for a reason.”

“That’s ridiculous.” She jerked out of his hold and started for the door, both relieved and disappointed when neither man made a move to stop her. “Just because you’re surrounded by women who let you do what you want to them, you think every woman you meet is the same. I’m not. I think you’re all assholes.”

Proud of her exit line, she turned the knob and yanked, cursing when it didn’t budge. Whirling, she fumed. “Open the fucking door and let me the hell out of here.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

With a growl, King slid his finger free with a speed that left her clenching at emptiness, cries of distress pouring out of her.

Tears of frustration blurred her vision. “No. Please don’t stop. I was starting to come. I need—”

“Quiet!”

He slapped her breast, a light slap on her nipple that sent another jolt of sizzling heat to her clit. Her frantic cries echoed in the room as she wiggled as much as the bonds would allow in an effort to get closer.

King tapped her nipple, his eyes hooded and watchful as she squirmed and cried out again.

“I know damned well you were starting to come. You’re not dealing with one of your boyfriends, Red. I know what you need, perhaps better than you do. You’re remarkably passionate, and probably the most naturally submissive woman I’ve ever met. Have you ever had this clit clamped?”

Just imagining it scared her to death. Her fantasies had never involved anything painful. “It would hurt.”

The cold smile King gave her scared her even more. “That’s entirely the point, Red. You’ll love it.”

“But—”

King’s brow went up as he tapped her nipple again, keeping her body primed. “You want to be sold at auction. You really don’t think the Master who pays handsomely for you is going to allow you to dictate terms, do you?”

“King, I—”

“Master. When you wish to address me in this room, you will refer to me as Master.”

Brenna bristled at his arrogance, but some part, deep inside, got an erotic thrill from it, one that left her stammering.

“M–Master.” The word stuck in her throat, but sounded so right. “I don’t think I could stand that.”

King ran his fingers over her belly and thighs, his touch light and exploring as though testing the resiliency of her skin.

“When you’re aroused enough, and you need relief enough, you’ll take anything I give you. You’ll do absolutely anything you’re told to do without hesitation. It’s going to be a hard lesson for someone as headstrong as you are to accept, but you’ll have to.” He sounded just a little distracted, as though talking to himself as his fingers moved lower. “As passionate as you are, I think it’ll be a long time before we reach your limits.”

Lifting his gaze to hers, his eyes full of curiosity and fascination, he ran a finger over her clit. With her legs spread in a wide stance that kept her folds parted, she couldn’t do a thing to get away from the sizzling heat, no matter how hard she struggled.

It took every ounce of willpower she possessed to keep from crying out at the growing pressure. She didn’t want to come with King—especially when he watched her with that possessive look in his eyes.

What would it be like to belong to such a man?

“You’re a magnificent sub, one that any Master would be thrilled to take on.”

Something in his eyes, regret perhaps, and a wonder she found irresistible, had her arching to get close to him. The words tumbled from her lips before she could stop them.

“Would you like to try? I mean, instead of auctioning me off?”

His eyes softened, the hands at her waist clenching once before he released her and turned away.

“We’ll have to see about that, Red. But make no mistake—if I decide to be your Master, there would be no trying about it.”

He moved to stand behind her, his breath warm against her ear. His fingers moved over the silver choker around her neck. Although he didn’t touch her anywhere else, she felt the heat from his body all along the back of hers. “You’re going to have to prove that you want to be mastered. Forever. Every day. You’re going to have to prove that you can handle having two Masters in your life. Do you have any idea how close a Master and submissive get? It’s a strong bond, Red, one that most people can’t handle. I’m not about to get wrapped up in a woman who can’t go the distance. Remember, Royce and I share women. You would belong to both of us. Our property.”

Brenna shivered at the deep rumble in his soft voice. Her nipples beaded even tighter, her breasts feeling swollen and heavy. Her bottom clenched at the brush of his leg against it. Being tied in this wide-open position left her so open and exposed, the air caressing her slit increasing her sense of vulnerability.

“I don’t think I know how to submit. Teach me.”

King cursed under his breath and straightened, his hands moving over the globes of her ass. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

Her bottom tightened in response, the puckered opening tingling with awareness.

She’d always wished one of her boyfriends would suggest it, but they hadn’t, and she’d been too embarrassed to ask for it herself.

She gulped. “N–No.” Her choked answer seemed to please him immensely.

Inwardly cursing the show of weakness, she lifted her chin, trying to ignore the way her nipples tingled for attention. Instead of filling her pussy with his finger again, or stroking her clit the way she expected, he ran his hands over the cheeks of her ass.

His lips touched her ear, his words slow and deep. “A virgin ass. Mine to explore. I wonder how much you’ll like having your ass breached. Explored. Stretched. Used. Fucked. Filled with whatever I want to fill you with at my whim. You’ll fight me. Yes, Red, you will. You’ll never be completely tamed, but it would be a hell of a lot of fun to try.”

 

Desire Unleashed

STORY EXCERPT

His handsome features, so beloved, softened as he trailed his fingers over her hair. “I’m sorry, baby. I sure as hell didn’t mean to scare you. Keeping her hand in his, he turned away, leading her into the living room. “I’ve been pretty scared myself. Give me a minute. I have no fucking idea how to begin.”

Nat allowed him to pull her down to the sofa, but instead of snuggling against him the way she normally did, she slid to the opposite end and turned toward him, needing to see his face. “Well, you’re going to have to figure it out. You’re pissing me off.”

Jake didn’t smile the way she’d expected, and even more alarming, his eyes didn’t light with anticipation the way they usually did when she confronted him with her temper.

Instead, he sighed. “I know, and I’m sorry for it. I haven’t given you what you need from me these last few months, have I, baby?”

His lips twisted. “My only excuse is that I’m scared, Nat.” Holding her gaze, he sighed. “I’m scared to death of losing you.”

“That could never happen. I can’t imagine not loving you.” Too nervous to sit still, she started to get up, cursing when Jake grabbed her arm and pulled her to land heavily against him.

Overcoming her struggles with frustrating ease, Jake pulled her onto his lap. “You’re not going anywhere. Let me finish, damn it!”

“Then finish!” Nat’s temper dissolved at the anguish on her husband’s face. “I’m sorry. Tell me, Jake. Please.”

“Don’t you think I’m trying?” He scrubbed a hand over his face in a rare sign of frustration. “I’m probably going to screw this up, but you’re staying right where you are until I get it all out.”

“Fine. Just do it.” Shaken by her usually controlled husband’s demeanor, Nat waited, her nerves stretching to the breaking point as she watched his inner struggle.

Jake sighed again, his sharp gaze holding hers. “Hoyt’s retiring.”

A gasp escaped before she could prevent it, and it took every ounce of willpower she possessed to show only mild interest.

At least she hoped she only showed mild interest.

The jolt to her system made her heart pound furiously and affected her breathing. She fought to hide it, ashamed of herself for still having feelings for the man who’d been out of her life for years. “Is that who all those private calls and text messages have been from? What the hell does that have to do with us?”

Hoyt.

Her first lover.

Her son’s father.

The man who’d held a piece of her heart ever since he’d first captured it.

The image of the way he’d looked the last time she saw him rose in her mind—her stomach fluttering when she remembered the pain and resignation in his eyes.

Jake’s eyes sharpened. “There it is.”

Running a hand over her hair, he lifted her face to his, tightening his hold when she would have pulled away. “You would never have said anything about it, but it’s there. It hasn’t dimmed at all, has it, baby?”

Ashamed of herself, she averted her gaze, fighting the surge of panic that made her stomach roll. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Nothing mattered except what she had with Jake. Nothing could ever be allowed to come between them.

His lips thinned. “You know Hoyt and I have always been close. We’ve spoken on and off over the last several years, but much more in the last few months.”

Nat frowned, fighting not to show any emotion as she struggled to understand where this was going. “Oh?”

Jake rubbed his hand up and down her back, the way he did when she was upset about something. Lifting her chin, he regarded her steadily, his hand still moving in a slow rhythm as if he worked to loosen the tight muscles in her back she hadn’t wanted him to know about. “He used to come and visit every chance he got, but he stopped coming a few years ago.” His eyes sharpened on hers. “You’ve never mentioned it—never asked about it. That’s not like you. The more I thought about it, the more it shook me. You want to tell me why you never mentioned it?”

Sitting on his lap, she found it difficult to avoid his gaze—a maneuver she recognized well. Spinning her wedding ring around her finger, Nat shrugged, trying not to think about those visits from Hoyt—visits that had been both heaven and hell for her. “I figured he stopped coming by because he got busy. I assumed he had a girlfriend.”

She’d lost a lot of sleep thinking about Hoyt in the arms of another woman, something that both shamed and infuriated her.

He used to visit every chance he got and especially made a point to visit at the holidays whenever possible. Over the last three years, he hadn’t spent his vacation time with them, and had missed every holiday.

Holidays had been hell for her because she’d imagined him spending them with another woman.

Leaning forward, Jake took her left hand in his, staring down at it as he ran his thumb back and forth over her wedding band. “No. He doesn’t have a girlfriend.” Lifting his gaze to hers, he lifted a brow. “I think you know why he stopped coming around. The fact that you haven’t discussed it with me has given me quite a few sleepless nights.”

Her stomach fluttered, nerves making her too restless to sit still. Yanking her hand out of his, she jumped to her feet. “I have no idea why he stopped coming around. Hey!”

Jake tumbled her to the sofa, covering her body with his, and lying full length over her. “Be still.” Using his weight to press her to the cushions, he ran his fingers through her hair, his eyes hard and cool. “We’re not done here.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Hoyt slid his finger over her clit again, sending another wave of exquisite pleasure through her that she struggled to hide. “I don’t have a hell of a lot of patience with walking on eggshells. You tell me to kiss your ass, Natalie, and I’m going to assume you mean it literally. You get sassy, and I’m going to assume you’re in need of some attention. Are we clear?”

Turned on by his uncompromising manner, Nat clenched her jaw, fisting her hands at her sides as he moved his finger again.

The combination of his attitude, the heat from his slaps, and the slow strokes of his finger over her clit had warning tingles sizzling in her clit and driving her wild.

She felt so exposed, and for the first time in her life, could feel the gaze of two men on her naked flesh.

She couldn’t believe Hoyt had actually spanked her, and realized that she’d grossly underestimated him.

It made her wonder just how deep his dominant nature ran.

Sucking in a breath when his finger moved again, she squeezed her eyes closed, fighting with every ounce of willpower she possessed to keep from coming.

Every slow, deliberate glide of his finger over her clit threatened her control, forcing her to keep her head down so he couldn’t see her face.

If she came now, especially in front of Jake, it would embarrass the hell out of her, and Hoyt would become even more arrogant.

God, it felt so good.

The forearm against her back slid lower, and another sharp slap landed. “I asked if we were clear.”

That cold steel in his tone did things to her that made her insides flutter and had her lifting her ass for more. “I’m not one of your men.”

Hoyt laughed, obviously enjoying himself. “No, you’re not.” His finger slipped into her pussy. “You’re my woman, something I’ve been dreaming about for a long time.” Moving his finger of his other hand slowly up and down the crease of her ass, he loosened his hold, his tone deepening. “Jake, what was she like when you took her ass for the first time?”

Jake sighed and came to kneel beside her, smiling down at her as he ran a hand over her back. The heat in his eyes told her that he remembered that night as well as she did and even now, replayed it in his mind. “It took a long time to work up to that. Didn’t it, baby? She was scared, but I could tell that she enjoyed the attention there. I sat right where you’re sitting now, with her draped over my lap the way she’s draped over yours.”

Jake’s lips twitched. “She’d been daring me for days, saying and doing things to piss me off, and to see how far she could push me. I could see that she enjoyed it, so I let it go for several days, curious to see how far she’d go.”

Nat blinked up at him. She hadn’t known that he’d figured out what she’d been doing. Snorting inelegantly, she shook her head. “I did no such thing.”

Hoyt’s finger pushed deeper into her pussy as he pressed a threatening thumb against her puckered opening, the threat sending a thrill of alarm through her. “She’s quite a liar, isn’t she?”

Jake patted her ass cheek as Hoyt withdrew his finger from her pussy and started to stroke her clit again. “She gets that way, and temperamental when she needs attention. I’m afraid over the last few months, I’ve been distracted, and haven’t given her the attention she needs from me.”

Nat inwardly cringed at the apology in his eyes, and tried to get up, but both Jake and Hoyt tightened their hands on her back. “That’s bullshit. I didn’t need that kind of attention. I just knew that something was wrong and you wouldn’t tell me. Oh, God!” Sucking in a breath as Hoyt pressed his finger deep into her pussy again, Nat tightened her hands into fists on the carpet, her pulse tripping as Jake pulled her jeans and panties off and tossed them aside. “And I don’t lie.”

Brushing his finger over her forbidden opening, Hoyt groaned. “Damn, her ass is gorgeous. She’s squirming like crazy and I’m only touching her. I’ll bet she goes wild when she’s breached.”

Jake slid a hand over Nat’s hair as he stood. “I’ll get the lube and you can see for yourself.”

Nat stilled, shaking by the intense rush of arousal. “What?”

Jake frowned down at her, his eyes gleaming. “You got yourself into this.”

Pressing his arm at her back, Hoyt spread his fingers over her bottom and parted her cheeks wide, exposing her puckered opening. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined having you this way?”

His touch, more confident than it had been in the past, thrilled her, her ass and pussy clenching as sensation layered over sensation. “I know it’ll take time, but I’ll have your trust.”

Jake came into the room and knelt beside her, handing the tube of lube to Hoyt. “That ass is mine, and I can share it as I choose.”

Stunned by Jake’s steely tone, colder and firmer than she’d heard in months, Nat gasped at the surge of heat and whipped her head around to stare at him. “Jake!”

A dark brow went up, his eyes moving over her, gleaming with pride and possessiveness. “You gave yourself to me a long time ago, my little sub. That ass is mine. I own it, which means that I can share it. Just because I haven’t in the past, doesn’t mean that I can’t. You want to use your safe word?” Reaching out, he cupped her breast, unerringly finding her nipple. “You’ve never used it before. You gonna use it now?”