Monroe, Marla - Their Reluctant Submissive [Knights in Black Leather 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (11 page)

Marx could handle the occasional punishments and disciplines when necessary and would always make sure she had what she needed and was safe, but beyond that, he had trouble connecting on a deeper level with a woman. More than one submissive had accused him of being cold. He hoped that he could give Kelly what she needed so she wouldn’t always see him that way.

Kelly moaned in her sleep and turned in his arms. She snuggled up to his chest and curled her fingers in his chest hair. The slight sting didn’t bother him. He welcomed the sensation and the ripple of feeling that it gave him.

He cupped the back of her head and kissed her forehead before closing his eyes to wait for her to wake up. Her warm breath against his chest had his cock jerking his morning wood in a painful move. As much as he wanted to sink his dick into her sweet pussy right then, Marx wanted her to get more sleep.

He wasn’t sure how long he lay there thinking about what all he wanted to do to her, but he knew the minute she woke up by the stiffness in her body. He smiled, looking forward to the argument ahead.

“Morning, Kelly. Did you sleep well?”

She pushed back from his embrace, and he let her. When she looked up into his face, he saw a brief glimpse of her vulnerability before she hid it behind an annoyed expression.

“I need to get up.”

He felt his face curl into a small smile. She was delightful with her insistence on being independent. He didn’t want to take it away, but he wanted to challenge it and her. He rolled off the bed and quickly picked her up as she started to scoot to the edge.

“Hey! Put me down. I can walk.”

“I know you can, but I like carrying you.” He strode across the room and deposited her on her feet next to the toilet.

She growled at him as he walked out of the bathroom. Shutting the door behind him, he realized he was actually smiling with his entire face. It was a little of a shock.

“What’s got you grinning like a loon this morning?” Jackson was sitting up against the headboard with his arms crossed behind his head.

“The little wench growled at me.”

“She speaks, Marx. Good for her.”

Marx shook his head. “She’s going to push us this morning.”

“I know. I expect I’m going to have my work cut out for me today. You’re going to push back, and I’m going to have to figure out how to keep us all alive through it all.”

“I’m not that bad.” Marx frowned at his brother.
What was taking her so long?

“Stop frowning at the bathroom door and give her a few minutes. She’s a woman. They require more than five minutes in the bathroom. Get used to it.”

Marx scowled at his brother. He knew that. He was glad there wasn’t a window in the bathroom. He didn’t trust that she wouldn’t try to escape through it. He crossed his arms and stared at the bathroom door.

“Watched pot never boils.”

“Shut the fuck up, Jackson.”

Jackson turned back the covers and climbed out of the bed. “I think I’ll go fix coffee and breakfast. You look like you’re going to need some time with Kelly this morning. Just remember to not push her too much. We don’t want her running off.”

They bumped fists as Jackson walked by to grab clothes from his room down the hall. His brother knew him so well. He needed her. It was important to him to establish his dominance over her often while they were getting used to each other. He knew she would struggle with it, but once she realized he wasn’t going to demand her soul, she would enjoy giving over to him.

The door opened, and Kelly emerged. When she ignored him and walked over to where her clothes were, he allowed her to actually pick them up before he spoke.

“Stop.”

“Excuse me?” She frowned at him from across the room.

Marx stalked forward until he was within touching distance of her. “You’re not getting dressed yet. Bend over the foot of the bed.”

“Look, Marx. I played last night. This morning I’m ready to go home. I didn’t agree to stay any longer.”

“I’m not playing, kitten. This isn’t a game or a scene. This is real. Now bend over that bed. Now.”

He watched the barrage of emotions flit across her face before hot anger settled in for the fight. She slammed her hands on her hips and scowled at him. Her eyes flashed with emotion, making them glitter. He ate up the sight of her, the glorious picture of her standing before him ready to do battle. It jerked his cock to full mast.

“If you think you are going to tell me what to do all the time, you’re sorely mistaken. I will not be a slave to you or any man!”

“If you will remember, kitten, we told you that we would expect your submission in the bedroom and at the club. We are in the bedroom, and I want that wet pussy. Bend. Over. The. Bed.”

Her mouth flew open, but she shut it and stared hard at him for several seconds. Finally, she stomped over to the bed, and after giving him one more dirty look, she bent over the bed.

“Spread your legs wide for me.” He walked over as she complied. “I’m going to punish you for arguing with me and giving me attitude. How many licks do you deserve, sub?”

“You’re asking me how many times for you to hit me?” She glared at him over her shoulder.

“I’m adding licks as we go. How many?” He had to grit his teeth to keep from smiling at her astonishment.

“Six, sir.”

“Plus four makes ten. I will spank you ten times. You will count and thank me after each one.”

“Yes, sir.” The words were obviously hissed between ground teeth.

He rubbed her ass cheeks to stimulate the circulation so she wouldn’t bruise so easily. He couldn’t wait to see his handprint on her rounded ass. After assuring that she was adequately stimulated, Marx popped her on one side.

“One. Thank you, sir.”

“Good sub.” He slapped her other cheek a little harder.

She gasped. “Two. Thank you, sir.”

He spanked her ass, making sure to cover both sides evenly until he had delivered the last blow.

“Ten. Thank you, sir.”

He could hear the tears in her voice, but she hadn’t said stop, and he’d been careful to keep them heavy enough to hurt but not heavy enough to leave bruises. He ran his fingers through her pussy to find that she was indeed wet. He rubbed his hands lightly over her reddened skin and admired the pretty colors. Then he leaned over her and placed kisses down her spine.

“You did well, little sub. Now I’m going to fuck you. Beg me to fuck your pussy.”

“Please, sir. Fuck my pussy.”

Comfortable that she was ready for him by the wetness between her legs, Marx tore open a condom and rolled it over his engorged cock, lining it up with her slit, and pushed forward. He moved slowly, aware that she might still be slightly swollen from the night before. When he was all the way inside her, he stopped to let her adjust and to calm his need to pound into her. She felt like a hot velvet glove squeezing his shaft.

“You are so damn tight. I want to stay here inside of you forever.” He gritted his teeth and pulled out just as slowly before slamming his cock inside her once again.

She didn’t say a word as he slowly picked up speed as need burned its way down his spine to tighten his balls. He refused to give in and come before she climaxed. He held her hips steady as he stroked his dick in and out of her cunt. Reaching around beneath her, Marx located her swollen clit and began to press against it in a careful rhythm designed to stimulate her without sending her over the edge.

She gasped out a moan as he slowly increased the pressure at her clit the closer he got to climaxing. He wanted her there with him, clamping down on his cock, milking his seed from his body.

When he felt his balls contract, he pinched her clit, sending her into orgasm as his cock pulsed inside of her. Her cunt squeezed down around his dick in ripples that guaranteed to suck him dry. He yelled out her name then collapsed over her, catching the bed with his hands to keep from crushing her.

It took him several long seconds to regain enough control of his breathing and his muscles to lift off of her and pull his spent dick from her pussy. He quickly dealt with the condom and returned with a warm wet cloth to clean her up. He curled around her and pulled her back against his body where he could listen for her breathing to even out. They had a little time before breakfast would be ready. Jackson wouldn’t have started it right away.

“Can I go home now?”

Chapter Ten

She felt Marx stiffen behind her. Then he rolled off the bed and stood up. She quickly followed. Her ass was tender and her emotions, raw. She wanted to put some distance between them before he managed to tear down the wall she’d worked so hard to build around her heart.

“Breakfast should be ready by now.” He stood in front of her clothes so she couldn’t get to them.

With a sigh, she realized she wasn’t going to be allowed clothes yet. She marched into the short hall and returned to the kitchen where Jackson was serving up pancakes. He smiled at her and winked.

“Hungry? I bet you could use some coffee.” He grabbed a mug and poured some before setting it and the plate of pancakes at the table. “Do you need cream or sugar?”

“No thanks.” She took her seat as Marx pushed it in for her.

Watching them as she sipped her coffee, she couldn’t help letting a small sigh escape at their masculine beauty. Jackson was dressed in jeans and nothing else. The muscles in his arms flexed as he poured more batter on the griddle and flipped the pancakes. Marx walked back in the kitchen wearing his black leather slacks from the night before. He poured a cup for himself and waited by the stove as Jackson piled a small stack of pancakes on another plate.

Jackson looked over toward her. “Eat up before they get cold, kitten. There’s plenty more.”

Marx grabbed a plate of sausage and set it in the middle of the table as he took his seat. She poured syrup over her stack and passed the bottle over to Marx. By the time she had finished hers, Jackson had another stack ready for her.

“I’m full, Jackson. Thank you, but I can’t eat anymore.”

He shrugged and sat down to eat instead. She started to get up and take her plate to the kitchen, but a look from both men had her rethinking that idea. The two men talked about the ranch as they ate. Jackson asked her questions like had she ever ridden a horse before and what was her favorite TV show.

By the time they had finished and had the kitchen cleaned up, Kelly knew that they both enjoyed watching old war movies and the Discovery Channel. Marx and Jackson exchanged looks as they dried their hands on a towel. At Marx’s nod, Jackson approached the table and held out his hand.

“Come with me. I think we need to talk some.”

She hesitated for a second before taking his hand and letting him lead her to the living room. When he sat down on one of the recliners, he pulled her onto his lap and laid them back a ways. Marx took a seat on the other one. With how she was sitting across Jackson’s lap, she could see Marx across the short distance.

Nothing was said for a few minutes, and Kelly began to dread the conversation. She already knew it wasn’t going to work out between the three of them. They wanted more than she could give despite their assurances that they didn’t want a twenty-four-hour slave.

“Kelly. Did you enjoy last night?”

Jackson’s question startled her. She hadn’t expected him to ask if she had enjoyed herself.

“Um, yes, sir.”

“We don’t require you to address us as sir when we’re not in the bedroom or initiating sex.” This came from Marx.

Again she was surprised.

“I think we should have gone over how we want you to act before now. You weren’t sure last night, and we didn’t stop to explain anything to you.” Jackson ran a hand up and down her arm. “We are dominants, but we don’t live that lifestyle all the time. When we are at the club, we expect obedience to our demands immediately. We will punish misbehavior and offer the occasional discipline, but we will never harm you.”

Marx took over, drawing her attention to him as his deep voice began. “We expect the same obedience in the bedroom or during sexual play, but we don’t expect it any other time. If we are sitting here watching TV or in the kitchen cooking and ask you to strip, it is our way of telling you we want to fuck you.”

“Do you understand so far, Kelly?” Jackson asked.

“Yes.” She wasn’t sure if she needed to say anything else.

“We want you to feel comfortable around us and enjoy our company as we want to enjoy yours. Neither one of us expects you to change anything about yourself to accommodate us. You’re a unique and beautiful woman who we want to get to know.” Jackson continued rubbing her arm.

“Do you want to say anything or ask any questions, Kelly?” Marx asked.

She nibbled on her bottom lip, trying to figure out what to say. She still didn’t think it would work. They were demanding and had strong personalities that she found difficult to handle.

“Talk to us, kitten. I can see thoughts going through your mind, but you’re not saying anything. We need to know what you are thinking.”

“You say that you don’t want to control everything about me, but you did that in forcing me to go out with you last night and with bringing me here afterwards. I don’t want to be at your beck and call. I want to live my life the way I want to live it.”