Monroe, Marla - Their Reluctant Submissive [Knights in Black Leather 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (4 page)

“You might as well go get in your car, Kelly. Marx and Jackson aren’t going to leave until they get a chance to talk to you,” Steve finally told her.

“If she doesn’t want to talk to them, she doesn’t have to. I’ll go tell them to leave.” Ben’s gruff voice reminded her a little bit of Marx.

“No. It’s okay. I can handle them.”

“We’ve no doubt you can, but you shouldn’t have to if you don’t want to.” Ben glared at his brother before turning an equally ugly expression toward the two men standing by her truck.

Kelly sighed and said her good-nights before heading toward her car. When she got there, the two men smiled down at her as if she had done something amazing in their eyes. That small bit of approval from them warmed her all over. She had hoped pleasing someone wouldn’t affect her that way any longer. That it did reminded her that she was in dangerous waters.

“We wanted to tell you good night, kitten.” Jackson reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek.

“Well, good night.” She tried to ease past Jackson to open the car door.

Marx trapped her against the door before she made it past. He caged her in with an arm on either side and slowly bent down over her. She couldn’t miss the heat sizzling in his eyes as they drew closer to her.

“I’ve been waiting to kiss you all day. I’m not going to miss out now.”

When his lips brushed hers, sparks of awareness blossomed along her skin. She could feel her pussy juices leaking to soak her panties. He nibbled her bottom lip, then his tongue plunged in as soon as she opened her mouth to him. He cupped her face between his hands as he licked and lapped at her mouth.

Kelly’s hands wrapped around his wrists. Whether it was to pull him away from her or to hold on, she wasn’t sure. Everywhere they touched ignited new sparks that jumped and flew along her body.

Marx pulled back only to be replaced by Jackson and an entirely different sensation as he sipped from her lips before filling her with his kiss. He plunged his tongue in and out of her mouth in a mocking parody of what could only be described as sex, raw and desperate. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her tightly against his body until she had no doubt as to the condition of his cock.

Her arms snaked around his neck as Marx slipped between her back and the car. His hands eased beneath her blouse to smooth along bare skin. Rough calluses brushed across her belly, sending tingles all the way to her toes. When Jackson ground his hard dick against her belly, it pressed her tighter into Marx, and the long length of his cock moved along the crack of her ass.

“I can smell your sweet pussy, Kelly. You want us just as much as we want you,” Marx whispered into her ear as she moaned into Jackson’s mouth. “Let us take care of you.”

Kelly whimpered but pulled back from Jackson’s mouth. Her body was betraying her. She couldn’t allow them to seduce her resolve out from under her. She wasn’t going to get involved with one dominant male, much less two.

“No. I’ve got to go.” She looked down, afraid if she stared into Jackson’s face he would be able to tell that she was lying to herself.

Jackson dropped his forehead to hers and let out a slow breath. “You can’t pretend there’s nothing between us, Kelly. Your body responds to us even if your head is trying to deny it. We would never hurt you, kitten. You can trust us.”

She shook her head and dropped her arms to her sides. All she could do now was to wait for the two men to move away from her. She didn’t have the strength to push them away. No doubt they knew this, but they slowly moved away from her. Marx opened her car door before he walked away.

Kelly climbed into the car and jabbed the key into the ignition before grabbing the seat belt and fastening it. Then Jackson closed the door for her and headed for where his brother stood by their truck waiting. When she looked up before backing out of the drive, it was to see Steve and Ben watching from the house. No doubt they had seen the kiss and her shameful reaction to it. She hoped Steve wouldn’t mention it at work the next day. She really didn’t want to talk about the situation with her boss.

As long as she had remained aloof with the men who had come on to her at the shop, Steve hadn’t said anything, but she was afraid that he would push to know more about her after her obvious interactions with Marx and Jackson. Telling him it wouldn’t happen again probably wouldn’t cut it with him because he would know that she wouldn’t be able to hold out against them for long.

Kelly briefly considered moving away, but that was impossible since she didn’t have enough money saved to cover the cost of starting over again. Plus, she liked it there in Perkins City. She liked her job. It didn’t seem fair that she should have to start over again.

The drive back to her apartment didn’t take long. She hurried inside as soon as she unlocked the door, securing the locks once again. The apartment wasn’t in the best area of town, but it was all she could afford at the time. She planned to locate a nicer, safer place once she had enough in savings again.

Though she had managed to finish most of her house chores before going to the party, Kelly still needed to finish up some laundry and decide what to wear to work the next day. It didn’t take her thoughts long to return to the amazing kisses Jackson and Marx had given her. Her entire body grew warm once again as the memory tore through her. Panties, already wet with her juices, grew damper.

She cursed and hurried to the bathroom to remove the offending piece of material. Her reflection in the mirror caught her attention, and she stopped to stare at the wide-eyed woman looking back at her. How had she let this happen to her? Hadn’t she learned anything from the past few years? She could not be a submissive again.

All it had taken was their kiss to turn back months of work toward maintaining a tight hold over those tendencies. She’d been proud of how strong she had grown. Now where was she?

Kelly climbed into the shower and turned on the water. The brief spray of cold hit her square in the face. She hoped it would knock some sense into her. She told herself that was the reason her nipples were hard and her breasts achy, not because of a wild need that had taken hold of her body as a direct result of their kisses. There was no way she would let them destroy everything she had fought for.

Despite that resolve to remain strong, Kelly’s fingers danced over her nipples, teasing them with the barest hint of nails before pinching them and pulling on them. One hand slid down her chest and abdomen to gently message her mound. She was already so turned-on that it wouldn’t take much for her to come. She dipped a finger between her pussy lips and ran it along the slit before circling her clit. A wild tingling emerged across her breasts and within her cunt. She needed release.

She continued to play with her nipples with one hand, moving back and forth between them while teasing her engorged clit with a finger from her other hand. It didn’t take long for her hips to start moving in a dance as natural as the ages. Finally she gave in and thrust two fingers deep within her pussy while pressing on her clit with her thumb. Heat burned across her body while a roaring noise drowned out the shower. She had her eyes squeezed shut so tightly that when she slowly opened them once again, all she could see were dancing lights.

Everything slowly returned to normal as she leaned back against the tile in the shower stall. She caught her breath and began washing as if nothing had happened. She refused to dwell on it. There was nothing wrong with masturbating. The fact that it was the first time she’d actually managed to climax since leaving her previous master gave her hope that she was indeed regaining parts of herself that she had worried would never return. What she didn’t dwell on was that it had been a direct result of kisses from two new Doms, two men she had no intentions of allowing into her life. But did she have the strength to enforce that plan?

Chapter Four

Wednesday was Kelly’s day off, and she had decided it was time for her to do some much-needed clothes shopping. She had arrived in town with only six outfits to her name and needed to update her wardrobe for the upcoming fall and winter months. Even though the temperature remained in the nineties, the stores were already showing off their fall colors. She had every intention of adding a few outfits to her selection as well as replacing her meager supply of lingerie.

The first store she stopped in looked entirely too expensive for her, but she wanted to explore anyway. It wouldn’t hurt to look. Steve had sprung an unexpected job on her for Saturday night where she would need to dress up a little. He hadn’t told her where it would be, but they were going to be displaying some of his custom leather and chainmail for some out-of-town guests. She needed to look nice, and the present collection of jeans and blouses wouldn’t cut it.

She stepped inside the trendy boutique and glanced around to see where to start. To her surprise, Stacey walked up to help her.

“I didn’t know you worked here.”

The other woman smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I love it. Jillian Sandlewood owns the store and has been a wonderful person to work for.”

“I’ve missed seeing you around. Are you doing okay?”

The other woman paled slightly, but her smile brightened. “I’m fine. Things have been busy here getting the fall lines out on display. How are you doing?”

“I’m fine. The shop stays busy which is good for me. I like to have something to do all the time, or it would get boring. Maybe we could have lunch and visit later.”

“Oh, well. Today probably isn’t a good day. Maybe another day.” Her smile faltered slightly before she straightened up and continued. “Is there something I can help you with? Are you looking for anything in particular?”

“Actually, I’m mostly looking. I need some clothes before it begins to get cold, so I thought I would look to see what I want to save for.”

“We have layaway if you want to do that. That way you don’t miss out on an outfit even if you don’t have the money for it right away.”

Stacey was a good salesperson. It wasn’t long before she had convinced her to try on two outfits she found that she liked that were in her size. One of them would work beautifully for the show on Saturday night at the club. It was a little more revealing than what she wanted, but she couldn’t help trying it on. When she walked out into the store to let the other woman see, Stacey introduced her to the store’s owner, Jillian.

“That looks amazing on you.” Jillian had her turn around so they could see her from the back.

“She’s right. It is definitely you. Go try on the other one.” Stacey hurried her back into the dressing room.

Kelly worried about the prices of the outfits, but if they would let her put them on layaway, she thought she could probably swing it. It felt odd buying her own clothes again. Her master had bought all her things while she had been with him. It was a big adjustment being in control of her life once again. She needed to be careful. Maybe she would only buy one of them.

After modeling the second outfit, she decided to go ahead and splurge with the first outfit for whatever Steve had going on Saturday night. She handed Stacey the two outfits and asked about how to apply for the layaway.

“It’s simple. Just fill out this form and put 10 percent down on the outfit. Then you agree to pay some each week until you pay it out.”

It seemed so easy. She was excited to be able to purchase both outfits. Stacey didn’t press her to get anything else and neither did Jillian. She was grateful they weren’t pushy about it. Stacey even seemed a little less edgy by the time she waved good-bye with the promise to return the next week.

As she walked down the street to the next store, she wondered what had happened to separate Stacey and Steve. They had seemed so happy together when she first arrived in town. She didn’t think it had anything to do with her working for Steve. Stacey hadn’t appeared to be jealous at all, and she had made sure to keep her distance from her boss when it wasn’t necessary for her to talk to him.

She mulled over the subject as she walked into the ladies’ lingerie store. Immediately the beauty of the place pulled her in. Every type of intimate apparel lined the shelves, racks, and mannequins on display throughout the store. A vast array of colors and styles begged for attention. Kelly realized she could easily lose all track of time there.

A pretty blonde drifted from the back with an engaging smile. She wasn’t someone Kelly had ever seen before, but she wore a pretty gold choker that looked similar to some of the day collars Steve had for sale in the shop. She automatically wondered if the woman was someone’s slave or submissive.

“Hello, I’m Patti Nichols. What can I help you with today?”

“I’m Kelly. I’m looking for a couple of bra and panty sets. I’m trying to replace mine. They’re getting a bit threadbare.”

 
“So tell me a little bit about what you want. Are they for dressing up or work or just for lounging around?”

“Definitely for work, so they have to be comfortable, but I’d like them to be pretty, too.”

“Of course. Feeling good about yourself begins with what you wear under your clothes.” She led Kelly over to a section where she could choose the style first then pick out her favorite colors.

She spent over an hour with Patti going through all of the possible selections. Once she had what she wanted for this trip, she browsed through the gowns and negligees. Many of them were obviously intended for play, while others would have been comfortable for sleeping in. It was obvious that the store catered to all walks of life.