Monroe, Marla - Their Reluctant Submissive [Knights in Black Leather 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe Read Free Book Online Page B

you into something that you’re not. Give us a chance and get to know us and what we are looking for. Don’t jump to conclusions based on whatever is in your past. That’s not being fair to us or yourself.” Jackson shook his head and glanced over at his brother.
    Kelly desperately wanted to believe them. She had never felt so attracted or drawn to anyone like she was to these two men. Even her old Master hadn’t appealed to her to the point that she was almost ready to give in to anything he wanted just to be near him. It both frightened her and excited her to feel something so intense for another person. And for her it was for two people, two people who wanted to share her.
    The two men watched her as she slowly wrapped her arms around herself. They seemed to have enough patience to wait forever for her answer, but realistically, she knew they wouldn’t. They expected her to make a decision on whether to trust them or not, now. Kelly wasn’t sure she could give them her trust so soon.
    Memories of kneeling by her old Master while he fucked another submissive brought tears to her eyes. She couldn’t give up that sort of control again. She wouldn’t share if she ever chose another Master. Could she live a vanilla lifestyle and be happy? What if she found someone who would fulfill her needs but wasn’t really into being in the scene? Too many questions raced around inside of her head.
    As if realizing she was overthinking everything, Jackson walked around the tiny island and pulled her into his arms.
    “Shh, kitten. Don’t try to think so much right now. Let’s go slowly and see how things go from there. We’ll come get you Saturday and take you to eat. Then you’ll be busy with the show and we’ll bring you back home. No pressure. It will give you a chance to be around us without feeling overwhelmed.”
    “I–I want to believe you.” She looked up into his eyes and saw only kindness. There was no arrogant gleam in them.
    “Let us have just a small part of your trust for Saturday and we’ll show you that we aren’t looking to smother you.”
    Kelly looked over at where Marx still leaned against the doorway. She couldn’t see what he was thinking in his face. He rarely showed his thoughts so easily. It made her nervous while, at the same time, she did trust him not to hurt her. Looking up, she nodded. She could give them one night. She would have Steve and probably Ben there to act as a buffer should she need help.
    “Good girl.” He ran the back of his hand down the side of her face, stroking her like the kitten he kept calling her.
    She found herself turning her face in to meet his hand. She realized how much she had missed the simple comfort of being touched. She had always loved skin-to-skin contact, and her previous Master had often used it as punishment by denying her of it, knowing how much more it hurt her than withholding orgasms or spanking ever had.
    “I’m going to kiss you, Kelly.” Jackson slowly lowered his head and took possession of her mouth with his.
    As he consumed her from the inside out, Marx slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her. His lips settled against her neck where he merely rubbed them against her heated skin while Jackson explored every inch of her mouth with his tongue, teeth, and lips. She felt totally surrounded and cared for, for maybe the first time in her life. She wasn’t sure if she believed the validity of the feelings bombarding her in that moment.
    Marx’s teeth nipped at her shoulder before stroking the tiny sting with his tongue to sooth it. The decadence of it made her shiver, a fact Jackson seemed to pick up on because he grew more demanding in his kiss. Kelly had no option except to respond to his demands. Even in this she felt comfortable with the need to please him. Despite not wanting to be a slave to a Master’s desires, she still felt the overwhelming need to make him happy. It should have worried her. Maybe it would when she wasn’t