Janie's Tempting Submission [The Men of Treasure Cove 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (16 page)

Gabriel raised his hands in defeat and went to sit in one of the overstuffed chairs and helped himself to a glass of wine, which was already poured.

“He doesn’t get out much. Please forgive him, my dear,” Braxton said, offering his hand to Janie and helping her up.

Caleb watched as Janie accepted his hand, and then Braxton passed her off to Jeff.

It was the soft rap at the door that alerted them that the rest of their evening guests had arrived. Jeff watched as Caleb smiled when Matthew Jenkins and his brother Andrew, aka Doc Jenkins, walked in. They, too, were dressed in leathers but wore soft pale-blue shirts, which complemented their graying blonde hair.

Just then, Macie entered the room dressed in a black velvet corset, which barely covered her overflowing cleavage. Her tiny waist was accentuated by a white ribbon, which was tied in a bow on her back. Her long, shapely legs were encased in silky black thigh-highs with a seam running up the back. Her white gloves covered her hands, stopping at her elbows, and black four-inch strappy heels finished off her attire. She looked absolutely divine.

Stopping dead in her tracks, Macie shouted at Jeff and Caleb, “What the hell are they doing here!”

“Macie, my dear, how lovely you look tonight.” Matthew grinned as Doc moved closer to get a better look at the furious woman.

“I was hoping you would wear the red tonight, darling. But I must say, this color looks ravishing on you,” Doc offered as he walked around her like he was eyeing his prize.

“Fuck off, Andy. And you,” Macie growled, walking over to Matthew and jabbing him in the chest. “The next time I tell you to stay the hell out of my business, you better listen, or I will open a can of whoop ass on you, comprende dickhead!”

Jeff moved Janie over to the couch, because all hell was about to break loose, and he wanted her out of firing range. Comfortably standing next to Caleb, they all watched Doc grin as Matthew grabbed Macie by the arm, walked her over to the sofa, and proceeded to lay her across his lap. Macie’s vulgar screams were colorful, but when Matthew raised his hand and began to spank her bare ass, she stiffened in shock.

Smack
!

Smack
!

Smack
!

There were a total of twenty swats, from what Jeff counted. He agreed with the punishment and knew that Matthew had every right since he had claimed Macie, though she was still fighting him and Doc every step of the way.

“Now, my dear,” Matthew said, helping Macie to stand. “Is there something you would like to say?”

“Fuck you! You had no right!” Macie stood, rubbing her bright-red derriere.

Gabriel snickered. “Oh, beautiful, that was the wrong answer.”

For the next twenty minutes, Jeff and his guests watched as Matthew and Doc proceeded to spank, whip, and then fuck Macie as she was blindfolded, gagged, and tied to the Saint Andrew’s Cross in the gym. When the discipline scene was over, Macie seemed to be in a more congenial mood, as she apologized to the men for her impertinent behavior.

Smiling, a look of euphoria crossed her face when she announced, “Gentlemen, dinner is ready.”

* * * *

The glow of the dimmed lighting complimented the soft background music playing throughout the house. She sat there quietly and slowly ate the superbly prepared dinner before her.

Breathing normally was out the question, as were her typical speed-eating habits. Her breaths were controlled, as was the reduced pace in which she was forced to eat, although she didn’t mind either factor.

She was rather comfortable in the situation she found herself navigating through. Underneath her long cascades of curls was the reason to slow her eating and change her breathing pattern.

A corset.

Not just any corset, but a corset with built in vibrating anal beads and a clit vibrator.

It had a closed measurement of twenty-four inches, with a remote that could cinch her down to eighteen inches, but Jeff only laced her down to twenty. She was bound tight. The pressure on her lower spine and abdomen actually forced her to sit properly and maintain a neat posture. She felt the gentle constriction with every breath. They had told her to behave or they would take it in more, and she believed them.
“We expect you to be on your best behavior while we are entertaining, or having this corset fully laced won’t be the last of your fears. Do you understand?
”

Their words still echoed in her mind.

Instead of terror, like most women would feel in that instance, she only felt tranquility. She looked up at them and smiled. Their eyes were directed to the bloodred corset that was hugging her pert breasts, but also barely hidden from the others view.

She enjoyed their dominance over her.

Janie had absolutely no reason to resist them, nor did she want to.

She knew the rules, but when she looked up, her eyes caught Jeff’s. Casting her eyes back down, she silently cursed herself. Jeff and Caleb had made it perfectly clear that the eye contact was not acceptable. So when she saw him reaching for the little silver remote next to his plate, she shivered, wondering what he was going to do.

Janie nearly bolted from the chair with the level of vibrations channeling from the devices in her ass and on her clit.

Her brain told her to put her eyes down, place both palms down on the table, and sit upright, but her body remained motionless as the corset was set to the lowest setting. Her breathing hitched, attracting the others at the table. Blushing scarlet, she closed her eyes and focused on the task at hand.

Do not come. Do not come. She said the mantra over and over in her mind.
Oh my god! I can’t do this. Oh wow, this feels good. Focus, Janie. You can do this!

After a moment, and regaining her composure, she kept her eyes fixed down and her hands motionless on the table before them.

Softly whispering an apology, she sighed when he clicked the remote off.

She smiled when Jeff resumed carving up his bloodred steak. She had to admit to herself that she was shocked that she was still sitting across the table from him when all she wanted was the blessed release of the orgasm that hovered just beyond her reach.

* * * *

She did look beautiful, like she belonged there. Her spirit was remarkable, and he was in awe of her. Caleb knew Jeff was having fun. Hell he was, too, but he was itching to get this stupid dinner over. His balls hurt, his dick was throbbing against his jeans, and if she moaned one more time, he was going to come in his pants.

Looking at his brother, he questioned his decision, but seeing the beautiful blush on Janie’s face, he chose not to say anything. Instead, he turned his attention to their guest.

“So, Braxton, any word on the charter?”

“Matthew was going over the original charter last week, when he recognized one of the signatures. It seems that it was not just our families that created the charter, but some acquaintances also. Matthew thinks those acquaintances’ children are who our ancestors married. Either way, now he is trying to track the genealogy of those families as well,” Braxton offered.

“The problem is that there are too many families and so much data that I’m overwhelmed. Every time I think I make a breakthrough, another family pops up and I have to add them to his list,” Matthew continued.

“So, what you’re saying is that your work had doubled and we don’t know anything yet?” Jeff asked dryly.

“Yep. That about sums it up.”

“If you were to compile a file data sheet and program that file to find the matching factors, then your work would be less, therefore eliminating half of the work,” she muttered.

When all eyes turned to look at her, Janie’s face immediately blushed as she instantly regretted speaking.

Oh, why did you have to open your big mouth? She chastised herself, knowing any minute Jeff or Caleb would instill her punishment.

Hoping to squelch any forms of retribution, she immediately lowered her head and apologized once again, praying they would accept it.

They didn’t!

* * * *

The telltale sound of soft buzzing had been going on for over thirty minutes now. Though the conversation had continued, their male guests never commented. Occasionally, a guest would look her way, smile, then return to the conversation at hand.

Caleb asked, “So we don’t have any legal rights to our land?”

“No, I didn’t say that. As of right now, technically you do. But there is an underwriter to your deed. All of us who own land have this same underwriter, even Andrew and I. I am trying to track down this person, but so far nothing. I am beginning to believe this person is a ghost. The problem with chasing a ghost is that they are never found,” Matthew informed Caleb.

“Who is this person?” asked Braxton.

Matthew sighed and said, “Diana Bertrum-Drake.”

“Who the hell is that?” Jeff asked.

“No clue. Every search I have done has turned up nothing. I even went as far back as to when the town was created. There was nobody named Diana Bertrum-Drake. Not here in the states or in England. Like I said before, I’m chasing a ghost.” Matthew sighed, running his hands through his hair.

They all knew it was frustrating for Matthew. He was giving the town charter his full attention, but unless there was a breakthrough, they were all stuck.

The thought of handing over their lands to the woman they married didn’t sit well with the ranchers. Even the wives who had recently found out that they owned everything had tried to turn the land back over to their spouses, but because of the way the charter was written, if they had children, their children owned the land, thus starting the chain reaction all over again.

It was a soft whimper coming from the end of the table which interrupted their conversation. All eyes turned to the woman who sat quietly as possible. Her face was brightly flushed the prettiest shade of pink. Her breathing increased, giving them all a beautiful view of her voluptuous breasts, but when her mouth popped open, she whimpered as the buzzing immediately stopped.

Caleb smiled as her shoulders slumped and she moaned her denial. Her bottom lip pushed put in the most adorable little pout, making him want nothing more than to suck that bottom lip into his mouth.

Jeff had denied her yet another orgasm.

He watched as her breathing slowly returned to normal, and her pretty pink flush began to fade. Caleb knew that eventually Jeff would let her come, but even he wasn’t sure when. Caleb had to admit that this was hands down their best dinner party, and having Janie there, writhing in ecstasy, just made it all better.

Grinning, Jeff asked, “Did you need something, cupcake?”

“No, Sir,” she responded softly, shaking her head no.

“I must congratulate you, Jeffery, and you, too, Caleb. Your Janie is just a delight to watch,” Gabriel offered.

Braxton smiled. “Gabe’s right. She has come a long way in such a short time.”

“And what about our other beautiful guest? Seriously, brother, she has done well this last hour. We should reward her,” Andrew said, looking at his brother Matthew.

All eyes, even Janie’s, turned to look at Macie.

Sitting quietly beside Matthew, she looked furious. Thanks to the ball gag, which prevented her from speaking, the meal was eaten in relative peace. If it also wasn’t for the handcuffs around her hands and feet, Caleb would bet the farm this lovely meal she prepared would have been over Matthew’s and Doc’s head.

Caleb knew the moment Matthew removed that gag, Macie was gonna blow. She wasn’t one to take any shit lying down, and in his opinion, even though she denied her true feelings for the Jenkins brothers, her stubborn nature was going to prevent her from submitting to them. Oh, those two definitely had their work cut out, but the reward was so much sweeter in the end. Caleb couldn’t wait for them to begin pursuing her full-time.

“I don’t know, Andrew. She still looks mighty pissed, and I haven’t finished my wine,” Matthew advised, looking the tied-up woman in question in her eyes.

Her growls were heard clearly, and if Caleb was correct, Macie had just warned Matthew of a castrated bull?

Gabriel’s laughter rang out along with Jeff’s as they apparently heard what she said correctly.

“Matthew, a small warning, let Andrew release her bonds. I suggest you run when he does,” Gabriel offered gleefully.

“Jeff?” Janie piped up at that moment.

“Yes, cupcake?” Smiling, Jeff gave Janie his full attention.

“It’s an anagram.”

“What is, Janie?”

“The name Diana Bertrum-Drake.”

“What are you saying, Janie?” Jeff questioned, getting to his feet walking over to her. Caleb watched as he helped her to stand, thus ending the dinner.

“The name is an anagram. Jeff, I know I’m right. The name Diana Bertum-Drake is also Duke Adrian Bertram,” she said seriously, looking Jeff in the eyes.

“And you just figured this out in less than a couple of minutes?” Braxton said sarcastically.