Breached [The Masters Series 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “I can take it, Master.” She grinned as she straddled his legs and asked, “Condom?”

  “You put it on me,” he said handing her the square foil. Quinton watched as she tore the packet and removed the rubber. Pinching the tip, she gently rolled it down his long shaft, never taking her eyes from his.

  He looked at her and smiled. Leaning forward he kissed her, exploring her mouth, as he placed his hands on her hips, lifting her above his cock. He held her still, as he kissed his way down her neck, licking and biting along the way. Taking her large breasts in his mouth he bit her nipple, causing them to harden. Their eyes met once more, as his tongue flicked at the pebbled tip. Then without warning, his mouth closed over her entire nipple. He sucked gently at first, then a little harder, biting just a little, feeling her grow harder in his mouth. As he moved from one nipple to the other, he felt her squirm within his grasp. He wanted her wet, sopping wet. He wanted her juices dripping.

  “Oh please.” She squirmed within his grasp, trying desperately to seat herself on his aching cock.

  “Patience, baby, you will get all of me soon enough,” he replied, nibbling and sucking on her breast. Quinton knew her breasts were sensitive, and he used that to his advantage. So when he latched on to her nipple and applied just a little bit of pressure, she screamed out as another orgasm rocked her body. It was at that moment, with her pussy convulsing, her cum dripping down her legs, that Quinton lowered her gently onto his shaft.

  Slowly, and one inch at a time, he watched and waited for any signs of pain from her, but when she wiggled out of his grasp, she impaled herself, seating her little body fully onto his cock.

  “Oh fuck!” she screamed, letting her head fall back. Her hair falling in waves down her back felt like silk as Quinton held her close to him, unable to move, as her tight sheath cocooned him, gripping him hard as it pulsed out another small orgasm.

  She had done it.

  She’d known he would fit, and she did what he was afraid to do. If there was any pain on her part, he did not see, for all he saw was desire and ecstasy. Coming slowly back to him, she rested her head on his shoulder, breathing hard as her hips began a slow rhythmic glide.

  Quinton dared not move in fear this was all a dream. He had wanted this woman from the moment he had looked into her eyes. He wanted to pleasure her, teach her, love her, and yet it was she who showed him pleasure. She was the one who was teaching him, and though he knew it was too soon, she was showing him love. Every movement sparked the flames within him, stoking them higher, until he felt as if he were going to combust.

  Just then, the gray glass door slid open, and in walked Violet and Matthias, who roared, “Get your dick out of the reporter’s pussy!”

  Chapter Eleven

  Andrea kneeled quietly sitting next to a beautiful woman with jet-black hair. Her demeanor was contrite and she looked as if she was at peace. She remembered the woman from when she’d tried to check in the other day, and was ceremoniously told her room had been given away to someone else. Shortly after that was when she’d met Quinton, and then later Justice. She didn’t know who the big man was that had entered their private room, disrupting the pleasure she was receiving, and because of the look on the man’s face, she didn’t ask.

  All she knew was that one moment she was in seventh heaven and the next she was on the floor, alone. They had left her there, wanting and needing them desperately. When she looked up at them, the desire she’d seen in their eyes moments before was gone. Only contempt and anger remained. Something was going on, and she needed to figure out what it was before it was too late.

  “Where are we?” she asked the quiet woman next to her.

  “We’re not allowed to speak,” the woman whispered, never taking her eyes off the floor.

  “I understand that, but who was that big man?”

  “That was Master Matthias, the dungeon master,” the woman softly said.

  “So he owns this place with Mr. Sexton?”

  “No. Master Gabriel owns the Pleasure Cave. Master Matthias is the dungeon master.”

  “So, he’s the boss, when Mr. Sexton is away?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are Justice and Quinton in trouble for something?” Andrea asked, looking around the room. It was a barren room, with crisp, clean white walls and black leather furniture. No pictures hung on the walls, nor was there a single splash of color anywhere. The room looked sterile, almost as if this room was devoid of feeling. She did not like it…not one bit.

  “They disobeyed the rules,” the meek woman said.

  “What rules? Do Masters even have rules?”

  “Oh yes. They create the rules. But they are in trouble for disobeying Master Matthias.”

  “What rule did they break?”

  “They were told not to sleep with the reporter and they did.”

  “Who told them that?”

  “Master Gabriel.”

  “Why?”

  “Master Gabriel didn’t want the reporter here in the first place. He gave specific instructions on what the reporter was to see. Master Justice and Master Quinton disobeyed him. They are in trouble.”

  “So, I wasn’t supposed to be shown the club? I was told I had exclusive rights to the whole club. Mr. Sexton wanted them to give me the nickel tour,” Andrea said bristling. She was told from the beginning that she had full access to the club. She had been lied to. She knew there was something more to this club, and being a submissive, the woman next to her confirmed it.

  Andrea looked at the shy woman next to her. She was a beautiful woman, yet there was something haunting about her, as if she were just a vessel. There was no life in the woman’s eyes. She looked as if she were programmed. Going on a hunch, she then asked, “Do you live here?”

  “Yes.”

  “How long have you lived here?”

  “For five years. I used to live with my original Master, but that was before.”

  “Before?”

  “My first Master was mean to me. He beat me because I was bad. Master Gabriel and Master Matthias saved me, and brought me here. They showed me what it really means to be a submissive.”

  “A real submissive?”

  “Yes.”

  The wheels in Andrea’s mind were spinning wildly. What in the hell did she mean by a real submissive? Wasn’t what Justice and Quinton were showing her what it meant to be a real submissive?

  This poor woman next to her sounded as if she was brainwashed. This was not what she had signed on for. She wanted to learn what it meant to be a submissive, not to become a drone for some man’s pleasure. Getting to her feet, she stood and stretched. She had had enough of all the rules and not knowing what was going on.

  Since the moment she’d met them, they had been turning her into something. Though she didn’t know what, she clearly didn’t understand any of it. When she asked for clarification, they explained, but none of it made sense. From the beginning, they kept insisting that she had all the power. What power? To get her ass whipped when she misbehaved? She didn’t know which way was up. One minute she was told to be quiet, but then they wanted her to act and be herself.

  Yes, they brought her pleasure, but when she had too much pleasure, they disciplined her for it. She knew taking this assignment was going to be a challenge, but she figured Justice and Quinton would be forthright and honest with her. Regardless, she had had enough of this whole masquerade. She had what she needed for her article. All she needed to do know was gather her belongings, and get the hell out of Dodge.

  “You must stay in your position.” The woman gasped. “The Masters will be angry if you are not how they left you.”

  “The Masters can go fuck themselves. I didn’t sign on to be manipulated into something I’m not, and I sure as hell didn’t sign on to have my ass beat for speaking what’s on my mind. You can tell the Masters thank you for the exclusive. It will be in this Sunday’s paper!” Andrea said angrily, before she walked out of the room.

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  “What the hell were you two thinking?” Matthias roared, pacing the room.

  “Calm down, Matthias. Shouting isn’t going to help matters,” Gabriel said via Skype.

  Justice stood next to his brother, wishing Quinton would say something, anything, but knowing him, he wouldn’t. When Matthias had burst into their dining room and shouted, “Get your dick out of the reporter’s pussy,” Justice had watched as all the light and love Quinton had felt toward Andrea fled, and there was nothing anyone could do to get it back.

  Like all the times before, Quinton had immediately shut down, only this time, Justice wasn’t sure his brother was going to come back from this. From the beginning there had been something different about Andrea, something special, but for her to lie about why she was truly here was unforgiveable in Quinton’s eyes. Before Justice could try to prod his brother into speaking, Quinton turned and marched out of the room.

  Sighing, Justice turned his attention back to Matthias and Gabriel.

  “Where is he going?” Matthias asked.

  “Probably to find his submissive and to get answers.” Gabriel chuckled on the computer screen.

  “Uh, Gabe, I don’t think so. If I know my brother, he is headed for the gym to work off some steam,” Justice ventured, yet something worried him about what Gabriel said. What if Quinton really did feel for this woman? What if what his brother said was true, and Quinton was truly in love with her? Would he just allow her to lie and get away with it? Justice was venturing into unchartered territory, and one thing was for damn sure, if Quinton did go after Andrea, he sure as hell didn’t want big brother going all militant on her. That was one surefire way to make sure she never gave them a second glance. As he looked over his shoulder at the closed door, a churning in his gut told him to follow and proceed with caution.

  “Look, guys, I would really love to stand here and chat, but I’ve gotta go stop my brother from doing something he’s gonna regret.” With that, Justice fled the office as if his ass were on fire.

  * * * *

  Quinton walked down the long hallway with purpose. Those he passed quickly moved out of his way. No one spoke to him, and he was grateful for that. All he wanted was to get to his apartment and lock himself in there and forget about her. He’d trusted her and loved her. That was his first mistake. He should have known, learned from his past that a beautiful woman such as her could never be trusted. He had made that mistake once and vowed never to fall for it again, and yet, one look at her and he had.

  The only person to blame was himself. He had gone back on his word. His brother had tried to warn him, yet he didn’t listen.

  Entering his apartment, he slammed the door only to find Andrea standing before him.

  “You lied.” He growled, walking toward her.

  “I did not!” she exclaimed. “I just didn’t tell you everything.”

  Quinton looked at her bags around her feet. “You’re leaving?”

  “Yes, I’m leaving. I got the information I was looking for. I just needed my bags so I could leave,” she whispered, taking a step back.

  Quinton moved closer. “Master.” He growled. “While you are still in this club, I will be given the respect due.” He was scaring her, he knew, but that fact didn’t stop his course. He wanted her fearful of him. She had angered him, and he wanted her to know it. She kept talking about not knowing what it was like to be a submissive, well Quinton was of half a mind to show her what happened when a submissive was in trouble.

  She gasped and took another step back. “I’m not your submissive anymore, Quinton. I’m leaving.”

  “Fine, but don’t forget one little thing. You signed a contract. If you print anything about my brother and I, this club, or anything you’ve seen or done in this club, you’ll be in breach of contract.”

  “No,” she whispered bumping against the living room wall. “I had exclusive rights to the club. That’s not true.”

  “If you bothered to read what you signed, you would have realized that you signed a nondisclosure agreement. So go ahead and write what you like, but if it ever goes to print, Gabriel will not only sue the paper you work for but you for breach of contract, and that’s all before my brother and I get finished with you.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “That’s right, sub, you fucked up.”

  “You tricked me,” she whispered.

  “You asked for a service. My brother and I agreed. All three of us signed the contract. We kept our end of the bargain, you didn’t,” he seethed, towering over her.

  Andrea didn’t know what to do. Her body trembled, as her mind worked a furious pace to assimilate everything he’d said. She did sign a contract with them. No, she hadn’t read it. If Quinton was correct, then she couldn’t disclose anything between them. Everything she’d learned up to this point, everything she’d done was between them, and no one else.

  She couldn’t write her exposé.

  Her editor was going to be pissed.

  She was going to be fired.

  She was screwed.

  Sighing, she looked down at her hands. His body still close to hers, she could feel heat radiating off him in waves, or was that anger? She didn’t know. She didn’t know anything anymore. Had she come to the Pleasure Cave looking for her big break, or had she come wanting something more? She’d known she was different from an early age. That she didn’t quite fit in a world of conspicuous overachievers and cutthroats. She muddled through, but never seemed to get anywhere. Then she was asked to look into BDSM. That’s when something had awoken in her. She remembered the look on some of the women’s faces in New York, as she’d toured a BDSM club. Drawn to them, as if they were one in the same, she’d begged her boss for the chance to investigate the unknown scene. When she was granted permission, she was elated, and couldn’t wait to get started, but then everything changed when she met Justice and Quinton. They were not like anything she’d seen back in New York. They were kind and gentle, not hard and callous. Then they started teaching her, and she couldn’t think of anything else.

  She had been confused, but they’d helped her, made her see that she was more than she thought she really was. Within the last thirty-six hours, she had learned more about herself than she had in her whole lifetime. She wasn’t a meek, timid woman. She was strong. She was beautiful and she was a true submissive. They had taught her that.

  If she left now, her life would go back to its nothingness. Would she find more loneliness and a possible lawsuit? She was stuck. She needed more information so she could make an informed decision. She wasn’t ready to leave just yet, and though she didn’t like being lied to anymore than he did, she couldn’t leave without getting all the information.

  Not knowing what to do, she did what she always did in these cases.

  She surrendered. “I would like to stay and finish out the contract, Master.”

  * * * *

  Andrea slowly woke. Her vision gradually returned in a blurry haze of sexual gratification, her body still tingling with aftershocks of the amazing orgasm she had just received. Half sitting on the ground, she wondered when they could do that again. She had never been so erotically fixated before, and the thought of more had her pussy gushing again. Unable to stop herself, she reached for her throat, smiling as she gasped for air, as her consciousness crept back into her. The flesh at her throat still burned hotly from the force of his hands. She grinned, wanting more.

  He noticed she had regained consciousness, and he ordered her harshly back to the floor. She didn’t look up at him. She knew she had pleased them, not using her safe word. Hell, she was even proud of herself.

  They had kept their word.

  They had continued her training, though not as gently as it had been before, but for some reason she didn’t care. She had found her balance and now welcomed anything they had planned. Time was of no consequence anymore. Her life revolved around them and sex. She no longer knew what day it was or the time, nor did she
care. All she knew was that they had never left her sight. They had been with her, and they were still teaching her.

  “Ready for more, sub?” Justice asked, his tone even yet sympathetic. Unsteadily, she rose from the floor, but he placed a hand on her shoulder, keeping her down. Her eagerness for more kept her quiet. She hoped he wasn’t finished with her, and by the look of his hard cock before her, he was ready for more.

  The heat was on.

  The unbearable heat caused sweat to trickle down her face, making her long red hair stick to her uncomfortably. She felt dirty. She had never felt dirty before, but there on her knees, his cock in her face, dare she say it, she felt wanton, almost slutty. He growled, grabbing a fist full of her hair, and snapped her head back, throwing her onto her back. Still she kept quiet, her body frizzing with anticipation. He held her wrists down with one of his strong hands, using his other hand to force her face toward him.

  “Answer me, sub!”

  Andrea shivered in delight. She opened her eyes to find him staring at her. His toned, muscular body would easily make her the loser in any fight they had, but she couldn’t help but love the feeling of his hard body pressed down on hers, his messy dark hair and broad shoulders, smooth chest and firm grip holding her down, as it sent chills down her spine. She couldn’t help but feel the familiar heat spread between her legs. From the beginning, she thought him deliciously handsome. She struggled against him, but she had no doubt in her mind about what was about to happen.

  Over the last minutes, hours, days, she didn’t know which, she had found a hunger, an insatiable thirst for his body, and a desire to please him completely. Until she’d met him, she thought she was an independent and in-control woman, yet she had learned differently. Learning to give up complete control wasn’t easy, remembering the spanking that left her rear tender for hours. She had wanted to do this for herself, but realized it wasn’t just herself. She wanted to please him. She thought she had, but somewhere along the way, she’d felt the need for more. The need to be punished, or maybe it was the instinctive drive in her to see what else she could do. She wanted them to teach her everything, and she was ready for the next step, whatever that may be.