Breached [The Masters Series 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 4

  He knew Andrea was expecting a spanking, for speaking out of place, but he had another punishment in mind. He wanted her trust and he could tell she feared spanking. He did not know why and that was something they would have to discover at a later time. However, for right now, he needed to show her how serious he was, and he wanted to see how far he could push her.

  “Andrea, I want you to stand in that corner with your nose pressed against the wall. You will bend at the waist, arching your back, with your legs spread. You will place your arms behind your back. You will stand there until I have finished talking with my brother.”

  It took everything in him not to smile when Andrea lifted her gaze in shock. “You want me to stand in the corner?”

  “Master,” Quinton said finishing her sentence.

  “Master,” she replied, annoyed.

  “No, Andrea, I do not want you to stand in the corner. However, I do expect you follow the rules.”

  Andrea immediately lowered her gaze. She felt as if she was once again back home, facing her father as he preached the good book, berating her for her evil ways. It was demeaning, but she could not stop herself from saying begrudgingly, “Yes, Master.”

  Turning, her head lowered, she approached the wall. Placing her nose against it, she did as ordered, standing there feeling the abject of shame. He was treating her like a child. She desperately wanted to go grab her bags and get the hell out of there, but she knew that if she did, her editor would yell and scream at her, and facing the wrath of Janice Archway was not something she ever wanted to do. Therefore, she stood there, obeying Quinton’s command.

  Quinton could tell by her slight trembling that she felt humiliated. It was not his intention to humiliate her, but more to see how long it would be before she would break. He knew from experience that every submissive had a boiling point. There was some invisible line that when drawn, would let him know that she had had enough. It was that line he was trying to find. Without it, he knew a submissive was more into other forms of punishment and degradation. It was the former form of BDSM he hoped she was into. Looking at her now, she seemed so young and shy, uncertain of her choice, yet she stood there and took her punishment without question.

  A smile of approval crossed his chiseled features. He knew it would only be a matter of time before she would break and then the real fun would begin, and he could have his wicked way with her. All he had to do was bend her to his will a little at a time, and eventually she would be his for the taking. Though he wished he had more time with her, to mold her into a true submissive, he was willing to work with what time he had.

  “Isn’t she beautiful, Justice?”

  “Extremely. I must say, Quinton, you have done well with her in such a short time. She must be a natural submissive. Too bad we only have a week with her. I would love to really train her.”

  “So would I,” Quinton murmured, never taking his eyes from her, as he continued to take in the sight of Andrea’s voluptuous body. He began to imagine what she would look like tied spread-eagle to his bed with a ball gag stuffed in her pretty mouth. He could almost see her writhing in ecstasy as he and his brother had her coming over and over again, coating their cocks in her juices. Just the thought of dipping his tongue into her moist pussy had his mouth watering and his cock ready to explode.

  Slapping his brother on the back, Justice said, “I’m hungry. Let’s go get something to eat and discuss her contract. If we only have a week, I think we should give her the full experience.”

  “Agreed.”

  * * * *

  Andrea forced back the tears as she stood there. She knew they were watching her. Her face flushed at the thought of them staring at her bottom and vagina.

  Standing there feeling more exposed than she had ever felt before, she could feel their eyes devouring her body. The shame she felt increased with each passing moment. Yet for some reason that she could not explain, her pussy began to throb ever so slightly. Andrea could feel the moisture between her lips, the ache that slowly started to burn. She wanted so much to rub her legs together to ease the pain. Her mind whirled with confusion. Thoughts of pleasure mixed with childish punishments confused her as she stood in the corner, allowing them to devour her body with their eyes.

  Her thoughts turned to Quinton and his muscular body. She imagined running her fingers over every rippling muscle as she traced every indent. Shaking the image from her mind, she quickly admonished herself for allowing such wicked thoughts to pass through her mind.

  Her father would have a field day if he ever got wind of what she was doing let alone thinking. Being the daughter of a small-town preacher had not been easy for her.

  Growing up without a mother had been even more difficult. Her mother had died giving birth to her and there was not a day her father did not remind her of that. A paragon of virtue, her mother had been, and according to her father, something she would never be. Of course, she never even tried, always disappointing him in everything she did. Eventually, she gave up trying to please the man and just stayed out of his way, trying not to get into too much trouble.

  “Andrea.” Quinton’s voice caused her to visibly jump. “Are you wanting the full experience, or just a small look into the lifestyle?”

  “How can I make an informed decision with only half the information, Master?”

  “Smart girl,” he replied, and then she heard him tell his brother, “The full experience.”

  “What about intercourse?” Justice asked, from the kitchen.

  “Excuse me?” she questioned, her body going still.

  Had she heard them correctly?

  “Sex, Andrea, are you opposed to having sex with both of us? We need to make sure this contract is clear. If you don’t want sex, we can do that, but if you do, that opens up a lot more things we can introduce you to,” Quinton advised.

  Andrea knew coming in here that if she was going to get the information she was looking for, she might have to participate in some sort of sexual acts. At first, she thought she could just observe, but when doing her research, she knew it was not going to be that easy. For her to experience what it was like for all these submissives, she might actually have to perform. Though the idea was not abhorrent to her, she generally was very leery about having sex. It was not something that she was very good at, and even though she had had boyfriends in the past, she barely ever gave herself completely to them. It was not that she did not like sex. She did, it was just that she did not know how to please a man.

  Hell, her last boyfriend had told her many times that she was a dead fuck and that she needed to open up more, and relax. Could she have sex with two men that she had just met? She did not know, but the idea of being with them did make her body heat and her pussy quiver.

  “Will I be having sex with other men, Master?” she asked, needing to know just how far this training experience would go.

  “Just us, Andrea. Nobody else. We do not share,” Quinton advised.

  “Andrea, have you ever had sex?” Justice asked.

  “Yes. I have had sex.”

  “How many partners?” he pushed.

  “Four.”

  “Did you come?”

  “No, Master,” she responded shyly, embarrassed once again. It was bad enough she was standing against the wall, naked while they looked at her, but to ask her personal questions as if it was small talk over Sunday brunch was something else. This whole conversation was making her uncomfortable and she wanted to know where they were going with these questions.

  For the next ten minutes she stood like a scolded child against the wall. It was humiliating, degrading, and it was pissing her off. After they had asked her the questions, they went back to talking amongst themselves as if she was not even in the room. Moreover, to make matters worse, the air conditioning was on, and she was cold!

  Her nipples peaked, and if they got any harder, she just knew they would snap off. Her nicely shaved legs had so many goose pimples, she would swear they loo
ked liked a rough grit sandpaper! Moreover, her arms were killing her. Enough was enough! She had not signed shit yet, and if they took any longer, she was going to tell them to take that contract and shove it up their asses.

  Finding the courage to put an end to this catastrophe, she stood, stretched, and marched over to the table where they were lounging in their seats, smiling at her.

  What the hell?

  “Was wondering when you would walk over here,” Justice said grinning.

  “Seriously, Andrea, you held out longer than anyone I’ve ever met. Hell, most women generally say fuck it after five minutes,” Quinton said with a smirk on his face that she was itching to slap off.

  “You mean, you left me there, knowing I would eventually walk away? You wanted to see how long I would last! How in the hell is that punishment?”

  “It’s not. I need to see how far I could push you. That, and I just wanted to see if you would do it.” Quinton smiled.

  “Why, you piece of cow crap! How could you? Is this how you train a submissive? ’Cause if this is what it is going to be like, I do not want any part of it. I mean it. I felt humiliated! I am not some child you can throw in a corner because she speaks her mind. Because if that is what you are looking for, I am not that girl. I may be from a small town, and my daddy may be a preacher who raised me to obey orders, but I am not somebody’s doormat!” she shouted. Turning away from them, she marched into her room and slammed the door in a fury.

  Justice and Quinton held their laughter just long enough for her to scream “assholes” loud enough for them to hear.

  “What did I tell you, she is perfect,” Quinton said, grinning.

  “Sweet with a little bit of sass, the perfect combination,” Justice said as the two brothers high-fived each other.

  Chapter Six

  Fumbling with her bag, Andrea hurriedly began carelessly throwing what items she had into it. She wanted nothing to do with this job anymore. This whole assignment was a dead end, degrading, humiliating, painful, and from what she had learned already, it was the biggest mind fuck to these people, and they were all crazier than bat shit.

  She knew there was probably more to do with the whole lifestyle, but after being treated as she had been, she knew she was not going to have the patience to deal with it. She was just going to have to call her editor and tell her to find someone else.

  With the last of her clothes in her carry-on case, she sat on the case to zip it up.

  “Damn it!” She growled when the zipper stuck. Getting off the bed, she yanked and pulled, trying to get the zipper to move. She wanted out of this crazy house fast and did not have time to deal with a temperamental zipper. “Zip damn it!”

  “You’re going to break it, if you keep yanking on it,” a soft voice said from behind her. Whirling around, she spotted Justice standing in the doorway.

  “Don’t you know how to knock?” she fumed turning back around, trying desperately to get her case to close. She didn’t hear him approach, but when he laid his hand on her shoulder, she froze. It was then she realized that she was still naked. Her cheeks heated and she knew her body flushed beet red.

  “I’m sorry if we embarrassed you. That was not our intention. Please give us another chance. We would like to spend the week with you.”

  “Why, so you can humiliate me some more? No thank you.”

  “Please, Andrea,” he said, his voice barely a whisper.

  “I can’t do this. I thought I could, but I can’t. I was just here for research into the lifestyle. I thought I would be able to handle it, but it’s so far out of my realm of comprehension. I tried, I really did. But being put into a corner was just too much. I won’t ever do that again.”

  “What were you looking to find?”

  “Everything I have studied so far about the BDSM lifestyle seemed intriguing. I have talked with men and women who live it, and all they mentioned the same thing…desire. They desire what the lifestyle brings. They want it, crave it, and cannot live without it. That got me thinking, because I have never desired anything to the point where I would willingly put myself into a situation, without knowing the outcome. I came here for the knowledge that they had already acquired. I wanted to experience that desire I saw in their eyes.”

  “Is that all you are looking for?”

  “Well, no. I’ve always known I was different. Even from an early age, I was wired differently from other people. Where people are selfish and inconsiderate, I was passive and eager to please. I was often overlooked or taken advantage of. Even my own father used that knowledge against me. If it wasn’t for a friend of mine giving me the courage to stand up to my father, I would have never gotten away from him. I want to know how a submissive supposedly has all this power and how he or she wields it.”

  “My brother and I can help you with that, Andrea. However, the knowledge you are looking for has to come from you. We can give you the tools, and show you how to wield them, but knowledge comes from understanding. In addition, you cannot get that unless you experience it. But remember this one little thing, Andrea, we may be Masters of our domain, but we are nothing without you.”

  What in the hell does that mean? More confused than ever, she sighed and sat back down on the bed. She did not know what to do anymore. Her mind was in chaos, her arms and legs ached, and she was hungry.

  “Why don’t you get dressed and come talk with us? Maybe we can help shed some light on what you need, that way you can decide if this is really what you want.”

  He did not give her anytime to argue, as she watched him turn, closing the bedroom door behind him. She felt weird, now that he was gone, almost bereft. She could still feel the warmth of his hand on her shoulder, but watching him go put an ache in her heart.

  Her body made no sense. Her emotions were all over the place. She needed to find some sort of balance. For the last six years, she’d had a purpose. She had studied and graduated college. She had worked hard and gotten the grades she needed to get a good job. She had enjoyed working for the magazine, and it fulfilled her, but lately she felt as if something was missing.

  Thinking she needed a man, she’d started dating, only adding more drama to her life, which she hated. Out of the men she dated, not a single one of them had been worthy of the title “Man.” Lazy bums were more like it. So to fill the void, she worked harder at her job, and when this assignment had come up, she’d jumped at it. She needed it to get by in her mundane world. Then she met a couple of submissives and her world began to tilt once again.

  She found herself drawn to them. Eager to learn and absorb everything they would tell her. A need she never knew existed quickly formed, and before she knew what she was doing, she had flown across the country to the remote town of Treasure Cove, Montana, to learn everything she could about being a submissive. She knew her mind still craved the knowledge, but it also was warning her to be careful.

  Taking a deep breath, she quickly dressed. Afraid of walking away, and scared to death of what could happen, she mustered up what courage she had left and walked out of the bedroom, praying she wasn’t making the wrong decision.

  She found them both still sitting at the table, waiting patiently.

  “Thanks for agreeing to just talk,” Justice said breaking the silence.

  “Relax,” Quinton replied. “There’s no pressure. You are a beautiful, intelligent woman, and it is a privilege to be sitting in the same room with you. Whether this leads anywhere or not is entirely up to you.”

  Given the way things had started off, she was pleasantly surprised by his speech. “That’s nice,” she said, smiling. “This whole thing is a bit daunting for me. Would it be all right if we start at the beginning?”

  “No,” Justice quietly replied.

  “Why? Is that because you can’t?” she asked.

  “No,” Justice said with a sly smile. “We are Masters. We know from experience that if we’re with a woman who is undecided, the best thing to do is to jump right in. There i
s no easing into this lifestyle. I am not saying we can’t be gentle, but it’s best to just jump right in.”

  “How about if we take things slowly,” she asked worried. “We could just talk now, and start tomorrow.”

  “If you think you won’t get cold feet again, you’re lying to yourself and to us,” Justice replied. “It’s time to grow up or go home.” She knew he was right. She was already scared to death of being put back in the corner, and the thought of them doing it again really made her want to leave this place.

  “I don’t want to go home,” she quietly replied. “I want to experience what I have been researching. I won’t get another chance at this. I need to know if I truly am a submissive and if this lifestyle is for me. Can we go slow?”

  “You can set your own pace, within reason,” Justice said. “We’ll talk here and now, but you have to make up your mind before we leave this table. If you chose no, it’s ‘No’ forever and my brother and I will give you a ride to the airport, but if you chose to stay, you belong to us for the next week, no questions asked. Fair enough?”

  “That seems reasonable,” she said in relief. “What happens if I don’t like what you’re doing to me? If your demands are too much?”

  “You will never know until you try it,” Justice replied.

  “This is a bit hard for me to take in all at once,” she began. “I’ve always thought of myself as a strong, independent woman. I tend to be in control of the situations I find myself in. That is until recently, when I began my research, when my world came tumbling down around me.”

  “Most submissives are independent,” Justice replied. “Ask any professional therapist. Just because you are submissive by nature does not mean you can’t be independent. There are all sorts of people who are submissive, teachers, doctors, even preachers. The more consistent and controlling you have to be during the working day, the more likely it is that you’ll want to explore your softer side after-hours.”

  “That’s nice to know,” she said thoughtfully.