Janie's Tempting Submission [The Men of Treasure Cove 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (9 page)

He heard her laugh when a growl erupted from within him. Her tongue trailed up his neck, and when she bit his ear, he got his answer.

Carrying her over to her kitchen table, he laid her flat against the cold surface. Taking a step back, he watched as her hands trailed down her chest toward her neatly shaved pink pussy. Opening her lips wide, she began to play with her clit, arching her back as she pleasured herself.

Caleb quickly removed his jeans, allowing his long, hard dick the freedom it demanded. Jeff walked over and slapped a condom on the table. Grabbing it, he quickly donned it, grabbed Janie’s legs, and placed them on his shoulders.

Janie screamed out as Caleb slid home into her extremely tight pussy.

“Oh, fuck me!” he groaned. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, she is fucking tight.”

Plunging in and out like a battering ram, he gave no recourse. He dominated her. He took what she offered and plundered. Her tight, hot, wet sheath pulsed around his cock as he thrust into her. Her moans and cries sent electrical pulses that were hardwired straight to his cock.

“Fuck! I’m not gonna make it. Come for me, Janie!” he shouted as he felt the familiar tightening in his balls. Pounding her pussy faster, he shouted, “Come now, damnit!”

Her screams were music to his ears as he felt her pussy convulse around his erupting cock as he shot his hot cum into the condom.

* * * *

Jeff just leaned against the wall shaking his head and looking at his watch.

Yep, the dipshit was still too quick with the trigger!

“Well, dumbass, you did it again.” Jeff smiled.

“Bet I lasted longer though.” Caleb smiled, removing himself from her warm, wet pussy, only to stop and freeze at what he saw. Looking from his cock to her pussy to his brother for guidance, he couldn’t believe his own eyes. But the evidence before him spoke volumes.

Janie had been a virgin.

Caleb watched as Jeff quickly moved from the wall and went to kneel before her, holding her close.

“Oh, cupcake, we didn’t know. Are you all right?” he asked.

“I’m fine, Jeff. It barely hurt at all,” she replied, smiling. Then, with a mischief in her eyes, she asked, “There is more, right? That wasn’t all, was it?”

Caleb looked at Jeff and busted out laughing. “Damn, brother, I think we just found a woman who craves sex more than me.”

Jeff watched as her flushed skin took on a silky sheen. Watching his brother fuck Janie was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen, even if it only lasted milliseconds. The way she responded to Caleb’s ministrations led him to believe she would be sensually responsive to BDSM. Her screams of pleasure were purely physical and deftly enhanced by the pleasure she received.

Oh yeah, she was the girl for him.

Standing up, he watched as Janie removed herself from the table. Walking toward him, he observed the way her sensual body moved. Gazing into her eyes, he saw lust. His little librarian wanted more. But what she wanted and what she was gonna get depended on her reaction.

When she stood before him, he watched as she reached her hand out to touch his chest. Not saying a word, he allowed the contact. Her fragile, tiny fingers splayed across his chest slowly, tentatively at first, moving upward toward his face. The moment she touched his face, he grabbed her wrist. “Did I give you permission to touch me?” Jeff asked decisively.

Janie’s eyes widened. Stepping back, she tried to remove her hand from his grasp, but Jeff held firm.

“I asked you a question, Janie. I expect an answer.”

“No, Sir, you did not give me permission,” she whispered, her head down.

“Go into the living room and wait for me,” he ordered.

As Janie turned to leave, Jeff advised, “And, Janie, I expect you to be in the proper position.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, heading into the living room.

The moment she left the kitchen, Jeff leaned back against the wall and sighed. Never in his life had he ever seen someone so contrite, so innocent, but yet have the sexual maturity of a well-seasoned submissive. The possibilities were limitless with her. Her introduction into the lifestyle would begin tonight, that was for damn sure. But figuring out how to proceed and what her hard limits were was going to take some maneuvering. She was like a sponge absorbing everything. So far, she hadn’t even flinched at anything the brothers had done, and in all reality, they hadn’t done much, just showed her their playroom and Caleb fucked her.

The astonishing aspect of all of this was she portrayed herself as the shy, submissive librarian. A role she played extremely well. Curious as to what more she was hiding, Jeff pushed off from the wall and entered the living room with Caleb right on his heels.

* * * *

Janie kneeled there in the middle of her living room with her head down. Her hands were palms up and her back was straight. She had perfected this pose when she ordered that submissive video over the Internet. After reading her first erotic book over a month ago, she tried to learn everything she could about the sex and the BDSM scene.

There was something about it that called to her soul. Staying up late night after night, she watched video after video, and when they ran out she surfed the Internet about anything and everything relating to BDSM. Intrigued and extremely turned on, she spent hours researching and studying every move, every nuance.

When she came across the Pleasure Cave, she knew she had hit the jackpot. The application for a membership was already downloaded and filled out. She had planned to submit it tonight, but thinking back over the last twenty minutes, it looked like her plan had changed.

She didn’t know what it was about these two brothers, but they were something. They set her skin on fire when they touched her. Their voices sent erotic pulses through her veins.

Admit it, they are walking, talking hot-ass cowboys, and they turn you on! her inner nymph shouted.

Smiling to herself, she let out a small giggle.

“Something funny, cupcake?” he said in that deep voice that turned her pussy to liquid.

Oh god. What is he going to do?

“No, Sir?” she answered softly.

Janie heard them moving around the room. She could see their feet as they walked past. But when a pair of black boots stopped before her, she stopped breathing.

Excitement mixed with a dash of fear controlled what nerves she had. She wanted this so much, needed this. The heady aroma of sex permeated her condo, filtering through her brain like an aphrodisiac.

The movement of furniture behind her grabbed her attention, but she dared not move. From what she remembered, the
Sir
or
Master
, as they preferred to be called, would be displeased if she did. Holding her pose, she slowly breathed in and out, waiting for his command.

She knew it would come.

And then it did. “Janie, do you have a safe word?”

“No, Sir.”

“Do you know what a safe word is?”

“Yes, Sir. A safe word is a code word that is sometimes used in BDSM for the submissive, or what some call the bottom. The safe word communicates the submissive’s physical or emotional state to their dominant or Top. The safe word is typically used when the dominant is approaching or about to cross any physical, emotional, or moral boundary set by the submissive. Once used, the dominant is to stop all physical ministrations and step away.”

“That’s a very nice and detailed description, Janie. But if I didn’t know any better, I would say you memorized that. Now, can you explain to me what that really means?”

Janie jerked her head upward and looked at Jeff. She heard the question he had asked, but didn’t understand what he meant. She was confused. She knew she had answered him correctly, but she really didn’t understand where he was going with this.

Chewing on her bottom lip, she thought about what he was requiring of her, but the answer eluded her. She couldn’t decipher an accurate description.

“Janie, do you understand what a safe word really means to a submissive?” Caleb asked, concerned, sitting on her couch.

She turned and stared at Caleb, the man who had just gave her one of the most pleasurable orgasms of her life, and she couldn’t answer him. She didn’t know the answer.

Scrambling to her feet, Janie ran into her spare room, hitting the power button on her computer. Sitting naked on the cold leather chair, she began to search for the true meaning of a safe word and what it means to a submissive. As she scoured the Internet, looking for answers, she felt them enter the room.

“Janie, honey, what are you doing?” Jeff asked, coming up behind her.

“I am looking for the correct answer. I have researched every aspect of BDSM, and have studied and watched videos. I have learned applications and memorized the key points to the lifestyle. I know the clinical application process and what it entails. But I am unsure as to how to answer your question. Is there something I missed?” she rattled off, clicking away and searching website after website.

“Janie, turn off the computer,” Jeff asked.

“But I must answer your question. A Sir or Master’s question must be answered truthfully, or consequences will be implemented.”

“If you don’t turn that computer off, your consequences are going to be implemented right now. Turn. It. Off. Now,” Jeff demanded.

Janie shut down the computer and stood, turning to face Jeff. She noticed Caleb leaning against the door, concern on his face. But it was the hard, determined look upon Jeff’s face that held her attention.

He looked mad and upset. Had she done something to cause his ire? Thinking over what had occurred over the last twenty minutes, she couldn’t think of anything that would cause him to be displeased with her. But though her assumptions may have been marred by her need to answer that lone question, her actions could be questioned.

Realizing this, Janie immediately fell to her knees at his feet. “I am sorry, Sir. I shouldn’t have left the way I did. It won’t happen again.”

Janie flinched when she felt his warm hands upon her shoulders. Raising her head, she saw that Jeff had knelt down to her. Looking her directly in the eyes, his hard look softened. “Janie, we need to have a talk. I want you to get dressed and meet Caleb and myself in the living room, okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jeff and Caleb waited patiently for Janie to emerge from her bedroom. Both of the brothers didn’t know what to make of Janie’s reaction. She was highly sexual and a definite submissive, but it was her understanding of the meaning that worried them.

They had been around the BDSM lifestyle for years now and had never come across a submissive who took the clinical or logical approach. There was something missing in Janie’s application. It was like she took all the emotions, feelings, and bare sensuality out of the process and was conducting some sort of scientific experiment.

“Jeff, do you think Janie’s all there? I mean, she is one smart cookie, has a smoking hot body, and man she has the sweetest little pussy ever, but, brother, she’s definitely missing something, if you catch my drift.”

“Caleb, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I am going to kick your ass.”

“What? I was just asking a question, meant no disrespect.”

Jeff was seriously thinking about laying his brother flat when Janie walked in dressed nicely in a long, flowing yellow skirt and white blouse. Her hair was brushed and tied back in a ponytail. She had applied a little makeup. She was reserved as she entered, blushing as she looked at them. She didn’t say a word as she sat on the love seat across from them.

He watched as she straightened her back and took a deep breath.

She was once again the nervous, shy librarian.

What the fuck!

“Janie, I want to ask you again. Can you tell me what a safe word means to you?”

He watched as Janie blushed, giving her cheeks a rosy glow. He knew she was thinking about it, but when she looked at him, it was her lost confusion that tugged at his heart. His little librarian didn’t really know what it meant to be a submissive, and that endeared her more to him.

Sighing, Jeff moved over to sit next to her. He took her little hand in his and began, “Janie, I know you have done your research. That was very smart of you. Not a lot of women would do that. You, sweetheart, are one smart cookie. As you already know, Caleb and I are dominants. Well, I am more so than Caleb. Caleb just likes to play. But I take the lifestyle seriously. I live it more so than my brother. I am afraid that though you have the mental smarts for this, you haven’t thought of the physical or emotional aspects. Have you ever been spanked?”

“No,” she whispered.

“Have you ever been tied up?”

“No.”

“Other than Caleb, have you ever been kissed by a man?”

“No.”

“What made you research BDSM?”

“I accidently checked out a book from the library. It was a ménage book. I never read anything like it before. It was interesting. I was intrigued—it made me feel...”