Breached [The Masters Series 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 11

  “No,” Quinton growled.

  “Why?”

  “Because she isn’t really ours, we’re just training her.”

  “That’s bullshit and you know it. If there was ever a woman on earth that belonged to us, it’s Andrea. She is ours, contract or not.”

  Running his hand through his hair, Quinton admitted, “If I go to her now, I won’t stop. I won’t be her Dom, brother. I will be the man who is desperately in love with her. She’ll know the difference.”

  “Then what was that show back in the shower a few minutes ago? And don’t tell me that was you being her Master,” Justice challenged.

  “Things just got out of hand, that’s all,” Quinton replied never taking his eyes off the woman on the bed.

  “Whatever.” Justice groaned. “Fine, you stand there and lie to yourself, but I love that woman, and I’m going to do everything I can to make sure she knows she belongs with us.”

  He moved toward the bed, as she threw her head back in ecstasy, her eyes closed as she continued to rub her clit. She slowed down just a little to curb the height of her orgasm. She was so close. Justice knew she knew he was close. He grinned, thinking she was learning. She stopped her ministrations and unfolded her pussy lips with both hands.

  Justice started slowly, touching and licking her gently, starting at her breasts, then moving all the way down to her clit. Spreading her legs further, she let out a yelp when his tongue hit her ass. She groaned when his tongue reached her clit. Justice did it again, and again, and one more time. The last time, she grabbed his head and held it down. She wouldn’t let his mouth leave her clit.

  Chuckling, Justice sucked her clit into his mouth and licked the juices of her pussy. She was so unbelievably wet. She was almost gushing as Justice lapped every ounce of juice from her. Andrea moaned as he sucked her and licked her at the same time. She was pulling him closer and closer with one hand, and with the other, she pulled at her nipples. She began to buck against his face. She was making him mouth fuck her cunt, and then she screamed, “Eat me, Justice! Suck my pussy. Make me come, oh yes, baby, that’s it. Just like that. Fuck!”

  Justice laughed at her order and pulled her ass into his face. His hands were free as she pushed herself harder into him. He dipped one finger into her cunt, then another. Finally, he stuck a finger in her ass. She was riding him hard as he finger fucked her and ate her cunt. Justice watched as if in a dream as she pushed herself into an orgasm.

  She was moaning incoherently now, and Justice couldn’t make out her words. Her legs gripped him, as she came, hard. Her pussy spewed the sweetest nectar as he lapped it all up. When her last tremor was over, Andrea pulled him toward her, and kissed him so deeply, he thought she was consuming him.

  The room spun, and for a second, Justice swore he saw stars. Her ardor took him by surprise, and yet, she was gentle. The room was dark, and he could barely see the glimmer of tears in her eyes. His heart burst, for he saw her love looking back at him. “I loved that, Justice. Thank you.”

  “Stay with us, Andrea. Don’t leave.” He whispered the words in his heart before he could stop himself.

  “I can’t,” she said, her breath hitching, and she looked away and stared off. Justice followed her line of sight, and together, they both stared at Quinton.

  Leaning against the wall, Quinton had watched the whole thing, once again not saying a single word, until that moment. “If you’re going, then you should leave now. There’s no sense putting off the inevitable.”

  Her breath hitched as she whispered, “You want me to leave, now?” Justice sighed and slowly moved away, sitting at the end of the bed, and said nothing, as his brother was about to ruin the best thing that ever happened to them.

  “Might as well. The longer you stay the harder it’s going to be,” Quinton responded dryly.

  “But my contract?”

  “The contract was void the moment you breached it.”

  “But you asked me to stay.”

  “No I didn’t, you did,” Quinton said gruffly.

  “But you and Justice kept training me. All this time, I thought…” Her voice trailed off.

  “What you thought is immaterial, sub. The fact of the matter is that you breached the contract. Once that happened the contract became void. You stayed for your own reasons, and, well, my brother and I had our own,” Quinton calmly said, as if he were having a business discussion.

  “You love me.” Andrea gulped, as tears ran down her face. “I know you do!”

  “Quinton, that’s enough,” Justice interrupted.

  “It was all going to come out anyway, brother. I see no sense in delaying the inevitable.”

  “You bastard!” Andrea shouted. Grabbing a sheet, she covered herself, and got up from the bed. “You played me! You breached my heart and made me love you. How could you?”

  Justice saw the fire in his brother’s eyes, and he knew that whatever Quinton was going to say next would end everything. He tried to get up from the bed, to stop what was coming, but he was too late.

  “And you lied, so I’d say we’re even,” Quinton said cruelly.

  The crack of flesh hitting flesh bounded off the walls in the room. Silence descended and no one said a word. Then, as if in slow motion, the love of their life fled the room in a blur.

  Chapter Thirteen

  One month later

  “We have a busy week ahead of us,” Matthias said bringing the room to order. “First I would like to thank Mack and Jason for their help with the Whips and Branding group. Good job, guys. The boss man was pleased with how well you kept them under control. Oh, and Jason, when we’re done with the meeting the boss man would like to talk to you about something. So, see him in his office. Second, we are gearing up for the Moon and Stars Festival. As you all know, the festival is held in the next town over and they always have a large gathering, so I need everyone to be extra vigilant and on guard. No one, and I mean no one, not affiliated with the Pleasure Cave is allowed in the club. Security is already on guard, but as the in-house Doms, you need to help them keep a lookout. In addition, we have a new in-house submissive arriving today. She already has two Masters, so be careful. She’s new to the club and to the scene, and if my assumptions are correct her Doms will not tolerate anyone messing around with her. All of you know the rules, so please don’t let me find any of you breaking her in. Finally, the boss man has set up a sexual harassment seminar, and he wants everyone to attend.”

  The room grumbled and groaned.

  “No exceptions. So I better see every one of you in that meeting. That’s all for now, so this meeting is adjourned,” Matthias finished, picking up his papers.

  Justice listened, but really didn’t hear shit. For the last month, he had muddled through his job, not really caring or enjoying his chosen profession. He barely spoke to his brother, who sat next to him, once again sleeping through the Monday meeting. Scooting his chair back, he slapped his brother on the arm, waking him. “Meeting’s over.”

  When Quinton nodded and stretched, they left the meeting room, saying nothing.

  Justice knew it had killed Quinton to treat Andrea the way they had, but she wanted to be treated as a real submissive, and that’s exactly what they had done. She had asked to stay and they let her, and though they tried many different ways to get her to use her safe word, she had surprised them at every turn.

  She truly was the perfect submissive.

  Regardless, the thought of her out there in the world, living her life without him, pained him. He didn’t want her to go and he had made that perfectly clear to his brother when she’d left. Of course, Quinton didn’t want to hear any of it. His brother had shut down, and refused to do anything.

  Justice had hoped she would change her mind and come back, at least for him, but that wasn’t the case. She was gone, and no amount of wanting was going to change the fact that he and his brother had broken her heart.

  Together they walked silently toward the elevators. It
was the same routine, day in and day out, post Andrea. Monday meetings and then back to their apartment, until their shift started. Once done, they headed back to their rooms, and didn’t come out again. Justice was going stir-crazy. He needed to do something. Anything to change the monotony of what their lives had become.

  “I’m gonna go to the gym, do you want to join me?” Justice asked.

  “No,” Quinton stiffly said, entering the elevator. Justice didn’t reply, but stood there and watched the doors close. Sighing, he headed toward the gym.

  * * * *

  Quinton entered his apartment and headed for her room. He knew he should stop calling it her room, but he couldn’t. No matter what life had in store for him and his brother, that room would always belong to her. Softly closing the door behind him, he sighed.

  It still smelled of her. Even after a month, the room still felt as if she had just been there.

  Lying on her bed, he rolled to his side and closed his eyes. He wondered if he would ever stop thinking of her. Would he ever get past the fact that he was the reason she had left. It killed him to think of her going about her day without him. But mainly, it was the pain of breaking her heart, and the look in her eyes as she realized what they had done.

  They were bastards. He knew it and so did Justice, and now they were being punished for it. Quinton thought it ironic, that as Masters it was their job to punish those who misbehaved, yet no one punished the Masters. Of course, the pain from losing a submissive was punishment enough, but Quinton thought he deserved more than a lonely heart.

  Reaching into his back pocket, he grabbed his smartphone, and Googled her name. Instantly pictures of his beautiful Andrea popped up on his screen. Scrolling through the pictures and articles on her, he stopped at one and opened it. Before he could stop himself, he started to read.

  The term BDSM has been around since 1969. However, historically there are instances of the term which date all the way back to the Goddess Inanna of Akkadian, in which there is a text that states, the Goddess Inanna dominated Ebih. “Imbued with pain and ecstasy, bringing about initiation and journeys of altered states of consciousness. Punishment, moaning, ecstasy, lament, and song, participants exhausting themselves in weeping and grief.” Whatever the origin of the term, or the act itself, BDSM is real.

  The words like bondage, domination, submission, sadism, and masochism all have their own definitions, yet combined with another, these simple words take on a new meaning. This reporter was given an assignment to find out what these words meant and if there was any truth to the rumors of this taboo society. I started this assignment with my eyes clouded by judgment and apprehension. Yet, the more I learned about the BDSM scene, the more I became intrigued. Then, I was given the opportunity to experience and witness it all firsthand. To say that I was scared would be putting it lightly, but I gathered what courage I had and submitted.

  First, it should be noted that BDSM is a choice. It’s not for everyone, or the faint of heart. Throughout my journey, I learned things about myself that I had already known and many things I didn’t. Regardless of your personality, your beliefs, or assumptions, those who choose to live the BDSM lifestyle are just as normal as you or I. Yet, these special individuals have already found something that most of us are still looking for. They have a sense of themselves, a knowledge that only a few of us will ever attain.

  While most of us are running around the world trying to put our mark on society, these individuals have already found their place in the world. They know who they are, what they are, and what they want. They have found their serenity.

  Now, I can’t speak for the masses, but I thought I was happy with my life and all that it entailed. That was until I entered the BDSM society and agreed to spend one week as a submissive. Like someone with a new job, I was trained on how to act, behave, and respond accordingly. I was taught what was expected of me, and what I could expect. I went into this assignment thinking, “Oh, this is going to be a piece of cake.” Boy was I wrong.

  BDSM isn’t just about dominating one another, while one submits. It’s so much more. It’s a journey into who you are. On my journey, I was given two Masters who were my guides on this adventure. They were kind, gentle, very attentive, and very good at their chosen craft. These Masters taught me that I am worthy of much more in this world than I originally thought. That I alone control my own destiny, that nothing will happen unless I allow it. To have that kind of knowledge in today’s society felt unreal, since most of us are regulated by rules. To do away with the rules of society and concentrate on the rules of decorum was a learning experience for me. I had to learn everything all over again. In my time spent with my Masters, I learned that just being comfortable in your own skin and knowing what it is that you want and how you want to be treated is enough. That the only person who can hurt me, is me. It was a lesson I learned the hard way, and something that I will never forget.

  In conclusion, the journey I went on, I realize now, was not for a juicy secret that I could expose to the world, but something I needed to learn about myself. I have made many mistakes in my life and for that, I will have to atone. But with the knowledge I received from my Masters, I know the first step is admitting when you are wrong. With that, I would like to apologize to them. I made a grave mistake along my path to self-discovery that hurt two men, who were only trying to teach me what I had asked, and for that, I am genuinely sorry.

  To my editor, I know this article is not what you expected, but as a true submissive, I would not, nor could I, explain and give you the information you requested without the consent of the other people involved. I know this will cost me a job that I truly love, but I have realized that it’s only a job. My job does not define who I am, or what I want to be.

  My name is Andrea Sharp. I am a submissive who is in love with her Masters and I willingly submit to only them.

  Quinton gaped at his phone in wonder. Jumping out of his bed, he raced out of his apartment in search of his brother.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Andrea stood in front of the large mahogany desk silently, looking at her feet. It wasn’t that she was void of anything to say. It was because of the man behind the desk. It was him, the club owner. The one she hadn’t met before, but had only spoken to briefly through e-mail correspondence.

  “Are you sure about this, my dear,” his gruff voice asked. There was something sinister about Gabriel Sexton. She had done her homework, and knew he was born in England, but lived here in Montana. He was married to a local woman, that his brother shared, and they had just recently had a daughter. However, being a family man did nothing to soften the steel-gray eyes that bored into her. She felt them sweeping up and down her body as if he could see right through her like an X-ray.

  “Yes, Sir. When I left, we all said some horrible things that I believe none of us really meant. I wanted to stay but I couldn’t. I had some unfinished business back in New York, and until I was free of those obligations, I couldn’t commit to them.”

  “What makes you think they will still want you?”

  “I don’t know, Sir. I guess I am just hoping they do.”

  “You guess?” he asked cautiously, leaning back in his chair. “In my line of work, my dear, guessing can get you into trouble. You have to know they are what you want, and that you are prepared for what is to come. Because if it is as bad as you believe it is, then, my dear, I would expect a punishment. Are you ready for that?”

  Andrea shivered remembering the last punishment, and then blushed. Their strong bodies, Justice’s harsh tones, yet his touch was firm but gentle. She remembered the outcome, and how attentive Quinton had been later in the shower. Yes, she could handle any punishment either one dished out. She was willing to submit to them, if they still wanted her.

  God, she hoped they still wanted her.

  “Yes, Sir, I’m ready.”

  “Very well, my dear.” Gabriel grinned, as he pushed a button on his desk phone. “Violet, could you plea
se send in Master Jason?”

  “Yes, Master Gabriel,” a soft contrite voice replied through the speaker, and Andrea instantly recognized the voice of the woman she had talked to a month ago. Before she could think any further, a man in his late twenties walked in. He was tall, blond, and ripped with muscles. His strong, singular face did nothing to quell the vacant look in his dark chocolate-brown eyes. He looked sad, lonely, as if he were searching for something and had yet to find it. He was beautiful and Andrea wanted to hold him and tell him everything would be all right.

  “Ah, Jason, thank you for coming so quickly. I would like you to meet a new submissive to the club, Andrea Sharp. She will be with us for the foreseeable future. Her Masters are unaware that she has arrived, and I would like you to take her to their room. Andrea has been given her instructions and will abide accordingly while in the club. Isn’t that correct, my dear?”

  Lowering her gaze, Andrea replied, “Yes, Master Gabriel.”

  “Good. Now I must get back to my wife. You see, my dear, you are not the only one who misbehaves around here,” Gabriel added grinning mischievously. “Jason.”

  “Gabriel,” the young man replied as the club owner walked out of his office, and then he turned to her motioning her with a wave of his hand. “Please follow me, Andrea.”

  Andrea said nothing as Master Jason escorted her to the Hightower apartment. She wondered if they would be there? Would they be happy to see her, or would they tell her to leave? Nerves washed through her, the closer she got. At one point she faltered, unsure she was doing the right thing, but after a second of indecision, she continued on.

  As they approached the room, her heart began to race. This was it. They were either going to welcome her with open arms or they were going to slam the door in her face. She had braced herself for both outcomes, but was praying for the latter.