Bailey, Debbie - Sienna's Submission [Men of Kinsey] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (11 page)

She didn’t want to let go of him. It felt so good to have his arms around her, holding her to him.

“Let’s get some clothes on you, missy.”

Sienna looked down and blushed. She had forgotten that they’d put her to bed naked.

Mikhail came back with some clothes for her. Maybe not something she would have picked out for herself to wear around the house, but she wasn’t going to argue. Especially after all that they had done for her.

She took the T-shirt dress that he gave her and pulled it over her head. Her upper body didn’t seem to be quite as stiff, but her legs and hips were still quite painful.

“Ah, Mikhail, you forgot my panties.” She laughed.

Standing in front of her looking down into her eyes, he smiled. “No I didn’t, little one. As long as you are here, I don’t want anything between me and your delicious pussy. No panties and no bras at home. Do you understand?” His voice deepened and took on more of his Master tone.

“Yes, Master.” She smiled.

She went to sit on one of the chairs by the table when Sasha swooped her up into his arms carefully and sat down with her on his lap. She could feel how hard he was beneath her thighs, and it only made her wetter.

“I’m going to feed you, my little one, and then I’m going to carry you downstairs to the sofa. Ryder is coming over with some information that both you and Mikhail need to hear, so I want you to eat and take your pain meds. It’s not going to be pleasant, but we’ll be right beside you always. Now open that pretty mouth of yours, and eat up like a good girl.”

Lowering eyes to his, she grinned and opened. Sasha put a sandwich up, and she bit down, hard. “Fuck Sienna, you keep looking at me like that and you’re going to have something other than a sandwich between those luscious lips.” She giggled and finished the sandwich he gave her. Standing, she said that instead of him carrying her, she wanted to try to walk some of the way. She was worried that her legs were going to seize up if she didn’t start using them.

“Only as far as the top of the stairs, if even that far. You can’t push yourself too much.”

By the time Sienna got to the top of the stairs, Sienna’s face was starting to show the effects of the short walk. Even though they had gone slowly and carefully, it was painful moving.

Gently, Sasha picked her up and carried her down to the sofa.

Propping pillows behind her back and under her knees, he fussed all around her until his brother couldn’t stand it anymore and pushed him aside.

“Enough, Sasha.” He laughed. “Give our girl some space, bro! You’re making her crazy with all your fussing and carrying on. Damn, you’re making me crazy.”

* * * *

Mikhail could see that she was trying to stifle a giggle. She wasn’t quite as successful as she thought when Sasha playfully snarled at her.

“Well, don’t you sound all manly?” Ryder laughed as he entered the living room.

* * * *

Shocked at the sheer size of him, Sienna sank back into the sofa. She’d seen him around the club and at the office a few times, but she never really realized just how big he was. Mikhail and Sasha were both large men, standing at around six foot six, but Ryder had another good two inches on them. And she’d never actually seen his chest up close but
damn
, was he gorgeous.

Realizing that she was staring, she tried to look anywhere but at Ryder. She heard Mikhail whisper in her ear, “You’re in so much trouble, little one. Drooling all over our guest has earned you a spanking.” Right away Sienna felt her pussy getting wet.

“Well, what do you expect?” she said loud enough for all to hear. “The man has ‘eye candy’ written all over him. I’d have to be dead not to look.”

Turning to look him straight in the eyes, Sienna smiled so sweetly and leaned forward to kiss Mikhail long and deep. “But he’s got nothing on you and Sasha…Master.”

Laughter erupted out of Ryder and Sasha. “Oh, Mikhail,” he said, slapping Sasha on the shoulder, “you two have got a real good one there. Make sure you keep her.”

Moving closer to the sofa, Ryder knelt down in front of her, took her hand, and said, “Or else my brothers and I will snap her up in a second.” He dropped a kiss onto her palm.

“Back off, beefy boy,” Mikhail growled.

Standing, Ryder playfully slapped at Mikhail, saying, “You know I’m just teasing, cuz!”

Mikhail looked down at her, smiling. “You’re still getting a spanking.”

“Promises, promises.” She smiled back.

Ryder sat down and pulled out two files that he had brought with him. Placing them on front of Mikhail on the table, he started to explain.

“A little over two years ago, Eric Peters was arrested for the domestic assault on his then-wife, Sienna Watson.”

Mikhail’s head whipped around to look at her and then at Sasha.

“This is what got you all worked up this afternoon, isn’t it, Sasha?” he said.

Sasha just shook his head and looked away.

Ryder continued, “The charges were dropped when, for some unknown reason, the pictures that the hospital took of her injuries went missing along with the proofs. But I spoke with both the doctor and the nurse who patched up our girl here, and they remembered the incident so well. They were both willing to testify, but they were never contacted again, so they just assumed that a deal had been made. They had no idea that the charges had been dropped.”

“Who was the Crown Counsel at the time, Ryder?” Mikhail asked.

“His name is Roderick Felton. God, what a moniker to go through life with. Same guy that handled Amy’s case and the same guy still today.” Ryder snorted. Sasha scoffed.

“It would appear that Crown Counsel Felton has a very difficult time prosecuting cases of domestic violence. Either the evidence is damaged, goes missing, or the witnesses just decide at the last minute not to testify. Since he has been Crown Counsel, not a single domestic violence case has made it to the jury or even much farther than a preliminary hearing without something falling apart or making a deal so flimsy it’s pathetic.”

Mikhail paced back and forth, rubbing the back of his neck. He always rubbed the back of his neck when he was really thinking about something.

“He’s dirty. That has to be it because no Crown Counsel can have that much bad luck. Have there been any other incidences with other types of crimes?” Mikhail asked.

“Not from what we have so far. He seems to play it pretty straightforward on everything else, but when it comes to abuse against women, he lets it go.”

“So where do we go from here?” Sienna asked Ryder.

Ryder looked at both Mikhail and Sasha before saying, “Well sweetie—” A growl came from both Mikhail and Sasha.

“Oh, put it back in your pants, boys,” she said. “He’s just trying to get your goat, and it seems to be working quite nicely, I might add. Go on, Ryder.” She smiled sweetly.

“You are the key to all this. The hospital has the pictures of the last beating that you took. The doctor is afraid to give them to the Crown now. I’ve asked him to do a little dance for them, with me. Since he’s sick and tired of the bullshit as well, he agreed.

“He’s going to keep the original films and send copies to the DA. When Felton asks for the originals, he’s going to tell them that a clerk accidentally lost them. This way nothing will happen to the original photos.”

Sasha came and sat beside Sienna, gently lifting her onto his lap. “I need to feel you close to me, baby,” was all he said. Mikhail sat as well and lifted her legs onto his lap, absently stroking up and down her calf.

The closeness of both men made her heart beat faster and her head swim. She needed to think and couldn’t when they were so close.

Ryder went on to tell them about the receptionist at the club, Amy, and how when she had the same problem with her boyfriend, Felton also let it go.

Why they hadn’t caught this before was beyond understanding. This town was built on certain ideas and philosophies. One of the main ones was that women here were to be protected and treated with respect at all costs.

How could they have allowed this to happen for so long? They needed to have a meeting at the club of all members who lived in town. Something had to be done, and done quickly. Felton had been getting away with this for far too long.

“Ryder?” Sienna said questioningly. “When I originally went to find out about the charges against Eric, I remember waiting for what seemed like hours, and then a group of about five or six men came out all laughing and patting each other on the back. I remember this because one of them was Eric’s father.” A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of that awful man.

“Go on, little one,” Mikhail spoke softly to her.

“Well, I overheard Jack, that’s Eric’s father, say to the others that as long as they protected each other nothing could stop them.”

Ryder jumped up at that. “Fuck!” he yelled. “That son of a bitch. If he thinks he is going to get away with this…”

“Ryder, what the hell is wrong?” Mikhail said.

“I should have put it together before this. How could we have been so blind?” It was like Ryder had gone off into his own little world, mumbling to himself and pacing back and forth.

Easing from Sienna, Mikhail stood and grabbed Ryder to shake him, but before he could, he turned to them and said, “Kids, this just became a hell of a lot more complicated than we thought.”

Chapter 6

“You know this guy, don’t you?” Mikhail stated.

Sighing, Ryder sat down again. “Ten years ago when my brothers and I first moved back here to open the club, Jack Peters was the original owner.”

“What?” Sasha said. “I thought you guys built the club.”

“We did. We built a new one after the original one we purchased from Jack burned down a month after the sale was finalized. It was labeled arson, but it was thought that someone who was turned down for membership was responsible. No one was ever charged. So we rebuilt it into what it is today.

“Jack’s family has lived here just about as long as mine, but with a difference. They were considered outsiders. They didn’t live or agree with the lifestyle that our ancestors chose, so they would go out of their way to try and hurt them any way they could. Their family was wealthy enough that even blackballing them financially didn’t run them off.

“Then they started to encourage people of like mind to move to the area. Most couldn’t afford to live here and shop, work, and do business elsewhere, so only a few families came.

“We moved back here right after we left the military. Jack’s club was on the verge of bankruptcy. He had no idea how to run a club, let alone one specifically targeted to the BDSM community. The men he had working for him weren’t real Dominants. They were just mean. They thought that beating a woman into submission was how they showed they were their ‘Masters,’ and in this town, that was unacceptable, so the locals boycotted the place and went to other clubs in the nearby town. The few members that did stay were the ones like Eric, wife beaters, men who weren’t dominant, just aggressive.”

The revelations stunned Mikhail and Sasha. The Kinseys were their cousins, they’d grown up together and had never even been aware that people like Jack Peters lived here.

“Why didn’t your family say anything about the Peters?” Sasha asked.

“Our dads didn’t think it was anything to worry about. None of the local men did. Jack had been keeping quiet, not bothering anyone, so it seemed that his family had finally given up any notion of changing things here.”

Mikhail could tell by the look on his cousin’s face that there was more to this than he was saying.

“He’s been acting up lately, hasn’t he, Ryder?” he stated.

“Yeah, he has. Just little things, irritations mostly, late or completely wrong shipments to the club, small fires, stuff that could have just been put down to errors or bad wiring.

“But this thing with Amy has eaten at us for some time now. That coupled with the fact that Jack has decided he wants to open another club has us worried. Not about the competition but about the unsuspecting people that will go to his type of club and be turned off by it.

“We’ve worked hard to build our reputation as a safe haven for the BDSM community. We have twice-yearly conferences that bring in people from around the globe to learn and train under us. Sam’s reputation as being one of the best Doms in the world is what brings a lot of women here. They want to train under him as submissives, and the Doms want to learn from the best.”

* * * *

Sienna had been listening closely. Her body was starting to get sore from sitting in one spot. Slowly, she tried to get up off of Sasha’s lap.

“Hold on a second, baby. Where you going?” he asked.

“I need to get up and move around a little. My legs are going to seize up if I don’t, Sasha.”

Helping her stand on her feet, Sasha allowed her to move around the room.

“There is only one way that you are going to stop Jack and Eric, Ryder. And that is to out them in the community. To show everyone around exactly what kind of pigs they are, that is the only way to put an end to all this,” Sienna said. “That means I have to make sure that the Crown Counsel prosecutes Eric and that the judge gives him jail time. If not, he’s going to come after me again”—she walked toward the door—“and the next time he might just kill me.”