Monroe, Marla - Their Reluctant Submissive [Knights in Black Leather 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

“Why would she think we would do that? We’ve told her we aren’t looking for that sort of relationship. It’s fine for some people, but not us.”

“I’d wager that her last Dom started off just wanting playtime and ended up demanding her total submission, 24/7. It was a breach of contract, but more than likely they never even had one because it was just supposed to be for fun.”

“Then why did she stay with him if he changed?” Marx couldn’t understand what was going on in her head.

“I don’t know. Maybe she loved him and tried to be what he needed but found that she couldn’t. If that’s true, then we may be even more fucked that I thought. She may still be in love with him.”

“I can’t believe she would respond to us like she does if she loved someone else.”

Jackson looked over at him and nodded. “I tend to agree with you. Still, there’s no second-guessing a woman’s thoughts or mindset. All we can do is be patient and gentle with her.”

Marx pulled up in front of their house and cut the engine. He just sat there for several minutes even after his brother had gotten out of the truck and gone inside. Was any of this worth the trouble it was proving to be? He didn’t have to think long. Hell yes. She was worth it. His heart sped up just being close to her, and everything inside of him wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her. He was proud of the beautiful pieces of jewelry that she had crafted by hand. She was a unique woman and one he would give anything to have by his side.

He could only pray that his lack of control hadn’t screwed everything up for them. He was the one who kept things on an even keel in their relationships in the past. As a result, it was Jackson who got most of the attention and who the subs usually bonded with the most. When he’d felt Kelly let go and give in to her need for him, it had gone straight to his head. She wanted him. She craved his touch, and the realization had been more than he had expected to ever receive from her. Now he wondered if it was the only time he would ever feel that.

* * * *

Kelly wrapped her hands over her head and curled up into a ball by the door. The tears wouldn’t stop flowing. Why had she reacted that way to Marx? It had started with Jackson, but then when Marx kissed her and held her, something had broken inside of her and she wanted it all. She wanted all of the emotion that he was showing that she hadn’t seen before. She wanted that connection that she missed in her life. Hadn’t she learned anything from her experience? The more she gave, the more they would want. If giving everything of herself had nearly broken her, what would it do to give it all to two men?

But what if they were telling her the truth and didn’t want more than a bedroom submissive? What if they really didn’t have time to devote to a 24/7 relationship? If she could have just the parts that she wanted and still provide what they needed, wouldn’t it be worth the chance to find out? She could always walk away if it got too intense. She’d done it before.

There were too many questions in her head to figure it all out right then. She needed to regain control and see where Saturday took her. Was it that she was afraid she would want to spend time with them or that they wouldn’t want to spend enough time with her? Did she really need what they had to offer or did she just want it? If she needed it, could she back away if it got to be too much?

Maybe that was what her real fear was, that she wouldn’t be able to break away if they asked too much of her. Was she strong enough to say no if it wasn’t what she truly wanted? Or was it really fear of her own weakness that was driving her to push them away? Kelly drew in a deep breath to clear her head. Then she forced herself to stand up. Becoming a basket case wasn’t what she needed to do. That was the old Kelly. She was stronger than this. She would figure this out and not let it beat her down.

The lingering scent of the Callahan brothers still filled her nose. It reminded her of how good it had felt to let them hold her until she’d gotten carried away. That warm feeling of belonging and safety was good. She could admit to herself that she wanted that, but without becoming a slave in the process. Marx and Jackson claimed they didn’t want to control her every thought and action. Still, it was hard to believe them when everything about them seemed to reek of dominance and control, especially Marx.

Kelly put away her new clothes and focused on cooking something to eat that would last the next several days. Once she had it put away and the kitchen clean, it was about time for bed. She took a quick shower then climbed into bed with nothing on but a large T-shirt. Her body still hummed from the brothers’ attentions earlier. She couldn’t get comfortable.

Finally, she threw off the shirt and ran her hands over her breasts, lightly scratching her nails across the hardened nipples until they itched for more. The thought of Jackson and Marx’s heads bent over her breasts, teasing her aching nipples with their tongues, flashed in her head. She plucked at the taut peeks until the pleasure-pain spiraled down toward her cunt. An invisible line seemed to connect her clit to her nipples as she pinched and pulled them.

A need built deep within her as liquid heat gathered in her veins. Restless energy vibrated along the muscles of her arms and legs until she couldn’t be still. She slowly lowered one hand toward her pussy, stopping to massage her shaved mound before continuing to slip between her wet pussy lips. Her strangled cry at the first touch of her fingers to her heated sex sounded loud in the tiny bedroom. Its echo reverberated as she settled her finger against her slit without moving any farther.

Flashes of Marx and Jackson holding her between them ignited a new round of shivers across her body as she slowly began to run her finger up and down her pussy without entering her hole or touching her clit. She imagined Jackson between her legs, licking her, drawing her pussy lips into his mouth and nibbling on them. She stroked her wet tissues even faster before slowly entering her cunt with two fingers. Pumping them in and out, Kelly groaned as her muscles began to bunch and tighten with expectation.

Every flick of her fingers on her nipples and plunge of her fingers inside her wet pussy drove her closer and closer to climax. Briefly she thought about pulling out her bullet to increase the intensity, but decided it wouldn’t help. Even as she reached for the impending orgasm, she knew it wouldn’t be satisfying. Nothing gave her the release she needed outside of those three little words that always sent her over the edge.
Come for me.

Kelly tried to control her breathing as she ran her thumb lightly over her clit to gauge her readiness to come. It fluttered to life. She groaned again and pressed the pad of her thumb over the little nub, applying pressure in spurts as she continued to thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy. Since learning that she could actually come thinking about Jackson and Marx, she had repeated the experiment over and over. Release was possible, but satisfaction was still elusive.

Tears of frustration threatened to fall as her climax slowly built deep inside her cunt. Unable to reach her own G-spot, she chose to concentrate on her clit. She circled it then tapped on it over and over as the pressure built and her ability to hold off waned. Finally, unable to wait any longer, Kelly pinched her clit and twisted her nipple, sending a thousand jolts of electrical current throughout her body. She jerked and whimpered as her body shook until the sensations slowly backed off and became mere vibes.

She lay there panting with tears in her eyes wishing that she wasn’t so screwed up inside. The climax might have taken a little bit of the edge off, but it had in no way been satisfying. She needed more than her own hand to truly get off. The prospect of that happening anytime soon was disheartening.

Suddenly the anticipation of Saturday night didn’t seem quite so scary. For some reason she began to wonder if maybe the Callahan brothers could fulfill her needs while she continued to remain in control of herself. Did she have the strength to only give that part of herself that she could afford to let go of? She had a few days to think about it, but Saturday would be there before she knew it.

Chapter Seven

Jackson and Marx pulled up outside of the apartments Saturday evening to pick Kelly up. Jackson looked over at Marx and nodded. They were in agreement. They had to keep in total control and not frighten their woman. She was skittish of them and of what she wanted. They had no doubt they would eventually win her over if they managed to keep their cool.

He climbed out of the passenger side of the truck and walked up to her apartment, leaving Marx in the truck to wait on them. They had decided that only one of them should pick her up to keep from overwhelming her before they even got her out the door. Since he was the more easygoing of the two, Jackson got to be the initial escort.

The lightbulb had been replaced outside her door, and he couldn’t help but grin at the memory of Marx explaining to the landlord what would happen if he didn’t start paying attention to safety issues at the place. No one wanted Marx Callahan on their case.

The door opened almost immediately after he knocked. Kelly’s wide eyes stared up at him then looked over his shoulder.

“Where’s Marx?”

“He’s waiting in the truck. Are you ready?”

Rather than answer him, she stepped out of the apartment and locked the door, slipping the keys into the little bag that she was carrying. The outfit she was wearing surprised him. He didn’t think she had it in her to wear anything so revealing. His surprise must have showed on his face because she began to fidget as he looked her over. The deep red of the harem-type pants that had slits all the way up the sides covered her legs, but still gave hints of skin as she moved. The matching blouse rose high above her waist allowing for a large amount of bare skin to show between the waistline of the low-hung pants and the top. It allowed for a generous amount of bare cleavage while the sleeves flowed down her arms slit on two sides so that even more skin was visible there as well.

Jackson had to swallow around the need to push her against the door and bury his hardened dick deep in her cunt. He wondered if she had on underwear beneath the harem pants since he could see glimpses of her bare ass when she moved.

“We better get going or Marx is going to wonder what we are doing up her and decide to join us.”

She jerked at his words and hurried ahead of him toward the truck. Every movement brought about a tantalizing glimpse of skin that easily tightened his cock to painful proportions. It was going to be one hell of a hard night. He couldn’t wait to see Marx’s reaction to her outfit. His brother was a contrast of needs. He loved to show off their subs while being controlling at the same time. With his present possessive streak when it came to Kelly, he wondered if his brother would want to show her off like the others.

He quickly stepped ahead of Kelly to open the truck door and help her into the cab. He watched Marx’s gaze glide over her body and grinned at the immediate darkening of the man’s eyes. He had a moment of worry that his brother would lose control but relaxed when he merely tightened his jaw and spoke to her.

“Hello, Kelly. You look lovely tonight.”

Her shy smile and the dip of her head told him she was secretly pleased that Marx had complimented her. Maybe things would work out tonight after all. Jackson stretched his arm out along the back of the seat as Marx backed out of the parking place and drove toward the steak house. With how she was dressed, he was thankful they had decided on a private booth for the night. The curtained booth would provide the privacy he wanted and help her to feel less on display while they ate. With it being so early, there would be fewer patrons there to gawk as well.

They arrived at the establishment outside of town in less than fifteen minutes. After helping Kelly down from the truck, he and Marx escorted her inside the steak house and waited to be seated in their booth. They were led around the outside of the room to the back where the curtain was pulled back on their booth. The rounded booth allowed for them to scoot Kelly between them.

A waitress immediately took their drink order and left them alone to discuss their options. Once Kelly had made up her mind, Marx signaled the waitress and their order was placed, then the waitress slid the thick curtain around the entrance of the booth and left them alone. Jackson caught the surprise on Kelly’s face. Obviously she hadn’t known about the curtained booths.

“They have five of these here in the back for privacy. Sometimes people just want to be able to discuss personal issues without worrying about being overheard, but sometimes, a Dom wants to play with his sub a bit during a meal.” He enjoyed seeing the blush blossom across her face.

Marx leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear. Jackson couldn’t hear what he was saying, but Kelly’s face grew even pinker if that was possible. He chuckled as Marx nipped at her ear.

“I told Kelly that I loved watching hints of her bare ass as she walked across the floor in front of me. I bet the other men in the room enjoyed staring at them as well.”

“Can you imagine how much prettier it would be with our handprints on her delectable ass cheeks?” Jackson asked, watching Kelly’s eyes grow even wider if that was possible.

“The thought of turning her over my lap and feeling her belly press against my cock while I warm her ass makes me hot enough to blow right here.” Marx continued staring at Kelly’s face.

Their shy little sub stared straight ahead with color staining her cheeks and a slight tremble evident on her lips. Jackson wanted to suck those kissable lips into his mouth, but he decided to hold off for now. They would tease her then eat dinner and then taste her sweet kisses.