Awakening of a Submissive

STORY EXCERPT

“Are you telling me that you’re offering me a job as your executive assistant based solely on my sister’s recommendation?”

“Robert’s, too,” Michael added.

“He doesn’t even know me.”

“He knows that if you’re working, you’ll have less time to try and poison his relationship with Jill,” Brent stated.

“Nice job, Brent,” Chase sighed. He turned to Juliette and held her gaze. “We wouldn’t offer you this job if we didn’t think you could do it, no matter who referred you. I’ve already made a couple calls to friends of mine at NYU and the law firm you worked for. You’re very highly thought of, Juliette. This job offer isn’t charity if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“This isn’t a spur of the moment offer is it? Robert approached you about finding something for me didn’t he?”

“What does it matter? We have an opening and you need a job.”

“What kind of business are you in?” For all she knew they could be masters of pornography websites and manufacture sex toys to torture poor submissives.

Brent smiled. “A very large carrier service, two Cable Television Stations, a construction firm, and a number of Internet startups, and a number of new opportunities are on the drawing board. And that doesn’t count the family companies that we oversee for our parents.”

Holy shit, she thought, they were rich too, maybe even richer than Robert. This was totally and completely crazy. There was no way she was going to work for them. She didn’t even like them.

“I think I’ll take my chances and find something in my field and working for people that don’t adhere to your lifestyle.”

“Art history.” Michael guffawed. “Good luck with that.”

“I’ll find something,” she said defensively.

“No, you won’t. At least not something that is worth doing. Not in this job market,” Chase stated matter-of-factly, his blue eyes boring into hers. “But,” he continued, “you have to do what’s best for you, Juliette. What we’re offering you is an opportunity. Our lifestyle, as you put it, doesn’t carry over into our business. We keep the two totally separate. You would be an exception because of your sister. We would expect complete confidentiality.”

At that moment, Jill came running up to them. “I saw you all talking so seriously that I thought you must be asking Juliette to work for you. Is that it?” She asked excitedly.

“Yes. We asked her,” Michael said, his face a thundercloud. “But she doesn’t want to work for us, and I’m beginning to think asking her was a bad idea.”

Jill’s smile turned downward as she said nervously, “You are going to take the job, right? I mean, it’s such a wonderful opportunity and you know how hard finding a job is right now. You can’t seriously turn it down because they’re Robert’s cousins?”

Had Jill forgotten these three men were dominants and the fact that they were Robert’s cousins only made it worse? Those two reasons alone should be enough to stay clear of them. Throw in the fact that he had treated her abhorrently so far was reason enough to make anyone in her position say no. These weren’t the type of men you worked for, they were the type of men you had wild, naughty sex with. She gasped out loud. The wine was really working on her subconscious. She shouldn’t have another drink, but instead of listening to the voice of reason, she signaled for the waiter to refill her glass.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink?” Jill asked, concern etched in her brow.

Juliette looked at Jill and then at the three men who were staring at her. Brent and Michael seemed more amused than anything. Only Chase mirrored Jill’s concern. Her sister was right, and for that reason, she took her now full glass of wine and brought it to her lips practically downing it all. Let them try and cut her off. She’d cause a scene none of them would soon forget.

“Don’t punish yourself because of me, Juliette,” Jill said softly. “I only want what’s best for you.”

“Don’t you mean what’s best for Robert?”

“No. I mean what’s best for you. If you really want to pay your own way, this is the way to do it. Otherwise, Robert will have to continue paying the mortgage on the house or we’ll have to sell it. Is that what you want?”

Of course that wasn’t what she wanted. Jill was right. How could she turn down any job unless she was willing to take Robert’s charity? The money their parents left them had all but run out. Maybe she’d work for them just until she found something better.

Clearing her throat, she pasted a smile on her face, and against her better judgment she said, “It was nice of you and Robert to recommend me, Jill. Of course I’ll take the job. That is if they haven’t rescinded.”

“That’s wonderful,” Jill said joyously. “Of course they haven’t.” Turning to the brothers, she ran and hugged each one of them. “You are the best. She won’t disappoint you, I promise. She’s super smart. You’ll see.”

“I take it you’ve all sorted things out then?” Robert asked, walking to stand beside Jill.

“Juliette’s got a job, Master. Isn’t that wonderful news?”

Robert turned to Juliette. “You’ve made a wise decision.”

“I knew you’d think so,” Juliette said stiffly.

“You’ll excuse us. Jill’s been away from me long enough,” Robert said, putting his arm around Jill and leading her away from them.

“If you want to change your mind about the job,” Juliette said, looking at the three brothers, “please feel free.”

 Michael’s eyes looked into hers seriously, no hint of humor. “This job is no gift. We have high standards that we’ll expect you to meet.”

“We’ll make sure you receive training, and we have rewards in place that offer incentives to those who not only meet but exceed our expectations,” Chase added, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’ll work hard for your money.”

“And for those who don’t meet or exceed your expectations?” Juliette asked, her breath catching slightly in her throat.

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” Michael answered. “We train our employees well. And believe me when I tell you that it will be our pleasure to train you.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“You can raise your eyes now, Juliette,” Brent told her, his voice thick with emotion.

She looked up to see that all three men had disrobed. It had been a torturous wait but well worth it. They were more than just magnificent. She knew from the pool that they had exceptional bodies, all well-toned and muscled. However, she hadn’t known how exceptional they would be beneath those swim trunks. She knew her jaw had to be hanging open. Their cocks were long, thick, and hard. How were they ever going to fit inside her?

“We’ll fit just fine,” Brent answered her unspoken question, holding his cock toward her. “You’ll see.”

She nodded. She would have to trust that he was right. She subconsciously licked her lips again.

“That’s right, Juliette,” let your tongue run over those beautiful lips because very soon it will be running up and down my cock.” Michael’s voice was hoarse with his own need.

She couldn’t help but moan. She wanted to taste him. If only he would let her. Her eyes begged him, but he only smiled.

“Patience, my Juliette. Patience.”

“Lay your hands on your thighs and turn your palms upward,” Chase ordered.

“Yes,” she said.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said quickly.

“Lesson one, when we are together like this, you will always refer to us as Sir or Master. If you need to designate between us, just say Master Chase or Master Michael or Master Brent.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Very good, Juliette.”

She couldn’t believe how those two words made her so happy. She was bursting with joy, lust, and impatience. The latter was what she knew she would need to work on because they obviously enjoyed making her wait.

“Being that you’re a virgin,” Brent said, “this time we’re going to be a lot gentler than we would normally. We don’t want to hurt you now or ever. However, there will be some pain, but it won’t last. I will take your virginity, Juliette.”

She hadn’t really thought about which one would do the honors, but she was happy it was Brent. She had a sense that he needed her more than Chase or Michael. There was something very tender and vulnerable about Brent.

“Yes, Sir. Please do it soon. I don’t know how much longer I can wait,” she cried out, her frustration getting the better of her.

“Stand,” Brent commanded.

Lifting herself from her knees, she stood facing all three men.

Brent closed the distance between them and dragged her body to his. She could feel his hardness on her belly. She gyrated her hips and pushed herself into him. His mouth came down hard on hers, taking all her breath with it. She clung to him, her nipples pushing into his chest.

Lifting his head, he looked down at her longingly. “I want you to lie down on the bed and spread your legs wide for me. Do it now, Juliette.”

She felt like time was standing still as she turned toward the bed and walked on rubbery legs to the bed where she turned and sat down. She lay down on her back and spread her legs as wide as she could and waited.

Brent slipped between her legs on his knees and grabbed her from behind by the cheeks of her ass. He hauled her upward to meet his mouth. He began to lick her pussy gently. She cried out. His tongue became even more demanding. She cried out again. The pleasure he was giving her was excruciatingly wonderful. Could it really get any better than this?

“Oh, baby, you smell so good. I love your taste.”

“Please, Brent, I mean Master, please give me more. I’m dying with wanting you.”

Chase and Michael materialized on either side of her. She looked up at them, her face contorted with her need.

“You’re beautiful beyond my wildest expectations and you are very responsive,” Chase whispered in her ear. “We are going to torture those beautiful nipples while our brother fucks you.”

A Submissive by Design

STORY EXCERPT

Dani walked back up to the main house to not only wait for the playroom crew but also for a few deliveries. The first delivery arrived soon after she arrived. The driver and two other men wheeled in ten mattresses in various sizes. It took them a couple hours to set up the frames and headboards. Some of them had footboards as well. The matching furniture was beautifully crafted. She had supervised the placement and made sure each room received the correct furnishings.

She hadn’t really thought of it before, but she was totally alone with these strange men who had eyed her up and down with appreciation. Thankfully, they were professional enough not to go out of their way to make her uncomfortable. By the time they had completed their task under her watchful eye, they were still friendly but not too friendly. She paid them their tip and they left. Not more than a minute or so had passed when she heard another truck.

She opened the door and saw a pickup truck pull up with three men inside. It didn’t have any markings. She watched as the doors opened and three long-legged men, possibly a few years older than her, wearing jeans, work boots, and white T-shirts got out and stretched. Their timing was perfect. She wondered if they had laid in wait until the delivery truck had left, not wanting to ruin their cover. If Marlena hadn’t made it all sound so serious, it would have been laughable.

She walked out to greet them with a smile on her face. However, she stopped in her tracks. The three men looked nothing like she had pictured them. They were gorgeous hunks that didn’t look like any gay men she knew. But then again, she didn’t know that many gay men. It was all she could do not to stare and drool at the same time.

The first man had dirty blond hair that waved and fell slightly into his eyes that were a deep blue with long eye lashes that seemed too long for a man. She envied his girly lashes. Hers weren’t short, but they weren’t that long.

The second man was shorter, but still probably stood six foot. His hair was reddish-brown and was short and cropped but stylish. He, like the taller one, had that sexy stubble that had become so popular. His eyes were a cool, clear gray blue. His skin was tanned.

The third man was dark. Black hair, a dark closely cropped beard and startling blue eyes that were looking directly into hers. He reminded her of a pirate. He too looked to be around six foot tall or so. She blinked and took a deep breath. The dark-haired man was now looking at her with amusement, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.

Clearing her throat, she walked with purpose to where they were standing. She stuck out her hand. “Hello. I’m Dani. And you are?”

“I’m Holden. Nice to meet you, Dani.” The dark-haired man’s voice was deep with a slight English accent. Possibly he had a parent that was English or maybe he moved to the States when he was older. Either way, it was extremely sexy.

“Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Oliver,” the one with reddish-blond hair said.

“And I’m Bart.”

They each shook her hand. She had to stop acting like a schoolgirl and take control of the situation. These next few minutes would set the stage for their working relationship for the next three weeks.

“Thank you for being on time. I appreciate that. The guest house is down that small road,” she pointed. “If you want, you can park down there and unload your luggage. The door is unlocked. Just choose a bedroom except the one at the far end of the hall. That’s mine. When you’re settled, I thought we could take a look at the playroom and then stop and have lunch if you’re hungry.”

“We can do that,” the one called Bart said. “It’s a pretty big house. Where should we meet you?”

“Come in the kitchen door around the back of the main house. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the pirate said.

She looked at him sharply to see if he were being disrespectful, but he was smiling in a friendly way that gave no indication he was mocking her. However, she wasn’t so sure.

They had turned back toward the truck, when she said. “Oh, and there’s water and juice in the refrigerator. Please help yourself. This is going to be our home away from home for the next few weeks, so please make yourself comfortable.”

“Thanks, we will,” the man called Oliver said over his shoulder.

She watched as they drove away down the road toward the guest house. When they were out of sight, she let out the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. It was a damn shame for the women in the world that those three were gay. They were handsome, built, and had enough sex appeal to light up New York City.

She had been practically salivating. She could still visualize their muscles through their T-shirts and how their jeans that were a little too tight had hugged their butts in a most enticing way.

She shook her head to clear it of their images and walked back in the house. It was good she had a little time alone to get her thoughts straight and out of the gutter. The good news was they had no interest in her gender, so she had nothing to worry about.

Dani couldn’t help herself. She laughed out loud and continued until she took a coughing fit. How funny was it that she was thinking she had nothing to worry about from them when they could easily have been the ones in danger from her. She couldn’t remember when she had felt such a strong attraction to the opposite sex. And it was her luck that when she did, they were playing for the other team.

ADULT EXCERPT

Her knees were starting to hurt when she heard the door open. Oliver stood in the doorway looking down at her. He put out his hand to her. She gratefully grabbed it and stood in front of him.

“Do you know what you need, Dani?” Oliver asked.

She wasn’t sure what he wanted her to say. “I don’t know.”

Oliver just stared at her, his lips pulled in a tight straight line.

Trying again, she said, “I need for you, Bart, and Holden to forgive me.”

He smiled. “And we will. But first you need to feel how displeased we are with you.”

She felt her heart rate jump. She looked down.

He stood back. “Come in.”

She walked past him until she stood in the middle of the room. She wasn’t nearly as self-conscious as she was when she first came into this room. They knew her body so well already. She lowered her eyes and waited.

Bart and Holden were still naked as was Oliver. The three men walked over to a long gold padded bench with a high back and no arms. The three of them sat down and stared at her.

“Come here,” Oliver told her.

She walked on trembling legs to stand in front of him. He was sitting in between Bart and Holden.

“Display your pussy,” Oliver said coolly. “Open your labia with your fingers until we can see your clit.”

She reached down and did as Oliver had told her. She felt terribly naughty. Showing them her clit like this made it tingle and burn.

“Taste yourself,” Bart told her.

She lifted the fingers of her right hand to her mouth and sucked them.

“You need to be spanked, Dani, and not just with our hand.”

Her eyes widened as she watched Bart go to the closet and return with what he explained was a flogger.

He didn’t sit down, but stood beside her.

 “Lie across us, belly down,” Oliver ordered. “Your breasts should hang between Holden legs, and against his erection.”

Nodding, she did as he asked. They adjusted so that her pussy pressed against Oliver’s erection.

“Lay still, Dani,” Oliver ordered.

From somewhere he brought out a scarf and tied her hands behind her back. He used another scarf as a blindfold. He gently rubbed her ass. “Such beauty, Dani. The blindfold will only enhance our message. You know you need this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. She was so taut, her whole body felt stretched. “I need this, Sir.”

“Yes. You do, and when we’re done, you won’t soon call us bastards again.”

“Yes, Sir…I mean, No, Sir.”

Bart was standing above her. She could feel the heat from his body. She waited. The straps of the flogger hit her and then just as quickly she felt the strands caressing her. Exquisite sensations flowed into the apex between her thighs. She trembled and waited for it to happen again. Five times she felt the bite of the straps and then their caress.

She felt her juices drip onto Oliver as Holden applied pressure to her breasts each time Bart brought the flogger down across her ass. She moaned and cried all at the same time.

Suddenly she found herself flipped over so her warm ass was against Oliver’s cock and her head rested in Holden’s lap. She was still in darkness. The sting of the straps hit her across her breasts, and her hard nipples. Again Bart brought the flogger down across her breasts before he drew the straps down to caress her stomach and lower still to her swollen pussy.

She felt fingers open her labia. She tensed. She knew what was coming. Arching her back, she lifted as she felt her clit catch fire. It hurt but at the same time, she ached for it. She couldn’t help but cry out. Again and again he flicked her clit with the flogger, bringing tears to her eyes and an incredible warmth and need that consumed her.

She was lifted her upward until she felt lips on her mound as a tongue delved into her center. She welcomed it like a soothing balm. She moaned as he continued to lick her and gently caress her with his tongue as her orgasm began to build. No longer able to deny herself, she cried out. Once again her senses were carried into an oblivion that shook her to her very core.

Her blindfold was removed and her hands untied. She breathed outward as she watched Holden’s lips descend on hers. He kissed her hard and rough. She opened to him, matching the desperation he seemed to be feeling. She felt a cry catch in her throat. Until now, she had never known what it meant to orgasm.