Monroe, Marla - Their Reluctant Submissive [Knights in Black Leather 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (29 page)
Authors: Marla Monroe
“Easy, baby. We’ve got you.”
She knew Jackson’s voice but refused to open her eyes just yet. She wanted to savor the rush that always made her feel free and alive at the same time.
Too soon the endorphins faded, and she opened her eyes to smile up into her men’s faces. They had her off of the cross and were holding her close. Marx’s funny half grin told her he was happy with how things had gone. That more than anything made her feel secure in their attentions. Now that they were back to visiting the club, she no longer felt the worry that they would grow tired of her.
“Do you feel up to standing up, kitten?” Jackson asked.
She nodded and let them help her to her feet. It wasn’t what they normally did, but she wasn’t going to argue. Normally they carried her off to the quiet room where aftercare was usually performed. It was unusual for them to even bring her out of the fuzzy place before taking her there.
She stood there on the platform waiting for them to tell her what was next. When she looked around, she noticed that most everyone in the room had gathered around their station. She cast a worried look toward Jackson, but he just smiled. Then Marx walked back toward her and held up a beautiful silver collar with three intertwined hears engraved on the center. She could see their initials in each heart.
“Kelly, we claim you as our submissive to care for and protect. We promise to take care of your needs and that there will be no other for us. Will you accept our collar?” Marx waited for her to speak.
She swallowed hard around the tightness clogging her throat. Tears formed in her eyes once again. She smiled at them.
“I will wear your collar with honor and strive to obey your orders as my Masters. I will try to always make you proud. There will be no other for me.”
Jackson took the collar and fastened it around her neck. The sound of the little catch was the catalyst for the tears to finally fall. The room erupted in applause and yells as everyone called out their blessings and well wishes. When she would have hugged her men, they shook their heads and stepped back once again. Kelly wasn’t sure what they expected. She started to go to her knees, but Jackson shook his head no as if reading her thoughts.
Once the noise had died down, both men went to their knees instead, and a hush fell over the room.
“Kelly, will you honor us and be our wife?” Jackson asked looking up into her eyes.
Marx pulled out a ring and held it up in one hand and reached out for her hand with the other. She felt her mouth drop open. This was more than she ever would have expected. When she didn’t immediately answer or give her hand to Marx, he grabbed it.
“Say yes, damnit!”
The crowd quietly laughed as she nodded her head and watched him slide the ring onto her finger.
“I love you both so much. Yes, I’ll be your wife!”
By the time the men had gotten to their feet once again, the crowd had converged on Kelly and were offering her their congratulations and oohing and ahhing over the ring. She caught sight of Marx and Jackson shaking hands with their friends and mouthed
I love you
to them.
Several minutes later, they made their way through the small crowd surrounding her to cover her with a blanket and Jackson picked her up.
“Excuse us everyone, but we never got to cuddle with our submissive.”
Kelly realized that she was all but naked and along with that knowledge returned the memory of her reddened and striped body. She winced but wouldn’t have traded a single sting or ache for anything in the world.
“How are you doing, baby?” Marx brushed aside the hair from her face as Jackson sat down on the couch in the quiet room.
“I’m wonderful, Master M.” She looked up at Jackson. “I love you, Master J.”
“How much time do you need to plan a wedding?” Marx asked.
She grinned. “I think I can manage to get it done by spring.”
“Spring!” both men exclaimed at the same time.
“I don’t think we can wait that long.” Marx frowned. “How about a Christmas wedding, babe?”
“If it pleases my Masters, it pleases me.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Marla Monroe has been writing professionally for about ten years now. Her first book with Siren was published in January of 2011. She loves to write and spends every spare minute either at the keyboard or reading another Siren author. She writes everything from sizzling hot contemporary cowboys, to science fiction ménages with the occasional bad-ass biker thrown in for good measure.
Marla lives in the southern US and works full time at a busy hospital. When not writing, she loves to travel, spend time with her cats, and read. She’s always eager to try something new and especially enjoys the research for her books. She loves to hear from readers about what they are looking for next. You can reach Marla at [email protected] or visit her website at www.marlamonroe.com
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