Their Shy Submissive (Pleasure Island Book 3) Page 5

  “Shoot, I hate to ask because I know you already had a full day but there is an issue down at the docks. Could you check it out?” she pleaded, and placed another line on hold.

  Yvette’s stomach twisted into knots. She wasn’t ready to see Shep or Deke just yet. After last night, she wanted to hold on to the fantasy for a bit longer before it was shredded by their cold indifference today. Although, perhaps it was Derek who needed assistance. Dammit, it was her job to take care of these things. She prayed it was Derek. Maybe she could arrange transportation with him this week to Nassau so she could go to the shelter.

  She inhaled a steadying breath. Yvette would have to face Shep and Deke eventually, she may as well rip the bandage off. She pasted a smile on her face and then replied, “Sure, I’ll head down and figure out what’s needed. If I’m able to get it corrected, I won’t stop back here but will just head home after that.”

  “Perfect. Let me know if there’s anything you need me to do,” Miriam said, picking up the receiver as the phone rang yet again.

  The life and times of the registration desk. There was never a dull moment and it moved at the speed of sound. Yvette rode the elevator down. Temperatures that had soared past ninety were cooling as the sun began its nightly descent. It took her two tries to start her cart because her hands were shaking so badly. She didn’t want to see Shep and Deke. Not after she had slunk away without saying goodbye or thanking them for the night.

  Yvette couldn’t fathom how other people could function so well, while she just bumbled through life. It was a character defect. She was too shy in social situations. She lambasted herself for every infraction, no matter how small.

  The beautiful scenery, the rolling blue waves of the ocean, and sandy white beach weren’t enough to calm her nerves. She stopped the cart next to the dock and all her prayers were for naught. The screeches of the seagulls sounded like her inner panic button as her anxiety rose.

  Looking like a sexy fallen angel, Deke stood at the bottom of the gangway plank leading to his ship. Even in red board shorts and sunglasses, he looked every inch a dominant Master. She carefully strode toward him in her four inch heels, focusing more on her footsteps than on the man. Her insides trembled and she was afraid. Not of him, but of her own feelings.

  She was the dope who built fantasyland in her mind and heart, only to be disappointed when it didn’t come to fruition. Yvette was not a woman men were interested in keeping. She knew she wasn’t outgoing or overly flirtatious. In fact, the few times she had attempted to flirt, she’d been made fun of rather horribly, and in a crowded room where everyone had laughed at her pitiful attempts.

  “Master Deke, what seems to be the problem?” she asked, sounding more breathless than she intended. Maybe it would be easier if she just wore a sign that read ‘socially awkward, proceed with caution.’ It didn’t help her one iota that just looking at him made her insides flutter and her bones liquefy into a puddle of need. He was sexy as sin, and she craved his touch like she craved chocolate.

  “Follow me, Yvette,” he said, steel inherent in his voice. His countenance brooked no room for argument or question. As a submissive, it was ingrained on her to follow his commands almost automatically.

  She shivered. Was he angry about this morning or was there a problem she needed to solve? Yvette couldn’t decipher the inscrutable mask he had on his face.

  “Yes, Sir,” she murmured, keeping her eyes downcast. She trembled as she followed him up the gangway.

  Deke held out his hand and helped her step onto the boat. In the dying light of day, the Goddess of the Sea was gorgeous. The ivory lines of the multi-level catamaran reflected the sunset. He didn’t release her hand once she was on deck and, instead, drew her over to the mast near the stern. Shock riddled her being when she spied Shep, his imposing, large frame rippling with domination in his captain’s shorts and little else. His bare feet were spread wide as he rode the gentle rocking motion of the boat.

  Yvette nearly stumbled as her anxiety rose. Instinctively she wanted to turn tail and run, like the spineless coward she was.

  What was going on? Why had they brought her here? She had to get to the bottom of it and leave, before she lost pieces of her heart to them. It would be so easy. Her body already burned to feel their touch again. They were like a siren’s call, igniting her desire simply by being them.

  “Sirs, Miriam said there was an issue that needed to be addressed. How can I help you fix the problem?”

  “For starters, you can strip and remember that we didn’t give you permission to speak,” Shep growled, his dominance filling the distance between them and making her weak-kneed.

  Flames ignited in her belly. How could his words make every bone in her body liquefy? Yvette didn’t want to need them, didn’t want to crave their touch. But when she would have backed away, Deke was there to stall her momentum.

  “Shep gave you an order, kitten. Unless you want your punishment to be worse, I suggest you follow his orders.”

  She sputtered, “But I don’t understand. I didn’t do anything. I followed everything you wanted me to do last night.”

  Deke crowded her, his hands gripping her hips. “Last night, you were exceptional, and we want another taste. It’s this morning that we take issue with.”

  “Be a good girl and strip or, if you are incapable of following my orders, I will do it for you,” Shep warned.

  Tears pricked her eyes. “Sorry, Sirs, I just didn’t want to bother you. I’m not good with, oh, forget it,” she huffed. Her fingers flew to the buttons on her blouse. Her hands shook, making it difficult to undo the tiny flat disks.

  Deke’s hands clasped hers gently. “Relax, kitten, easy now. Let me help you.”

  Gliding with hers, his long, lean, tanned fingers grazed her flesh as he steadied her. She bit her lower lip. The hard callouses ignited liquid fire in her veins as they whispered over her rib cage and belly.

  Shep advanced and closed the distance as Deke’s hands teased the waistband of her skirt. At five feet, having two large men both over six feet tall surround her made her feel small and feminine and delicate. Shep cupped her chin and brought her gaze up to his. Lust darkened his features. And it made her ache for him. For them.

  “Kitten, we are making this abundantly clear so that you understand. Deke and I want you, and only you. There is no other sub for us on the island but you.”

  “Permission to speak, Sirs.”

  “Proceed,” Shep said, his thumb stroking her cheek.

  “It’s not that I don’t want you both, I do, but I worry about us working together. What happens when you decide you no longer want me? How do we function? I can’t go back to Florida a failure."

  “Why do you see yourself as a failure?” Deke murmured, guiding her hands to the zipper on her skirt, shoving the material over her hips, letting it fall to the deck.

  “I don’t but my family doesn't understand me or my choices. I’m the black sheep and when I left, my perfect family said that I would always have a place to return to,” she said.

  “That doesn’t seem so bad,” Shep said.

  “If you knew them, you’d understand.”

  “Give us three days,” Deke said. “Three days to convince you that you belong with us. If at the end of that time, you decide we’re not for you, we go our separate ways. No harm, no foul.”

  “And if I agree?” Could she do it? Submit to them for three days? Live out her fantasy?

  “Then you will obey us, starting with a spanking that you earned for your shenanigans this morning. But if you do, you belong to us. You do not play with any of the other Doms on the island, understood?” Shep explained, his face stern.

  “So it’s just punishment? You don’t want anything else?” she asked, her heart squeezing painfully in her chest. Yvette didn’t want to hope, didn’t dare to breathe as she waited for a response.

  Deke ruthlessly gripped her hips to hold her steady, then ground his pelvis, the rigid bulge of
his erection sliding against her rear. She couldn’t stop the guttural moan as it flew out of her mouth.

  “Does this feel like we don’t want anything else? I’ve thought all day long about feeling your cunt squeezing my dick again. So much so, I had to jerk off twice,” Deke growled in her ear.

  “No, Sir, it feels… oh, god!”

  “Yes, kitten?” Shep said, his mouth hovering near hers. “Tell us how it makes you feel.”

  Deke’s hand slid beneath her panties and grazed her sensitive nub.

  “Like I’ll die if you don’t kiss me,” she whimpered.

  “Likewise, kitten,” Shep murmured and claimed her lips in a torrid mingling of tongues. She moaned into his mouth, giving herself over to them. She lost herself in Shep’s kiss. It was erotic and hungry, making her crave his touch. Deke’s hands teased her folds, driving her passion to new heights. If this was what they considered punishment, she would take it.

  She relaxed into them, ceding her control over to them. Whatever they wanted, however they wanted her, even if it ended, she was game. It was too heady an experience for her to pass up. She might go up in flames and crash and burn when all was said and done, but what a way to go.

  Yvette ran her hands over Shep’s massive shoulders. They were rock hard and steady, giving her the confidence that his strength was enough to weather any of life’s storms. Shep's hands caressed her sides, teasing her breasts, and followed the lines of her arms until he closed a hand around each wrist.

  He drew her arms down and lifted his mouth. “I promise I will let you explore my body like it’s your own personal theme park. But first, I’m going to paddle your ass.”

  He and Deke carted her over to the ship mast. She spied Velcro restraints already set up. Deke undid her bra and then helped her out of her panties. Then Shep began fastening her wrists while Deke restrained her feet to the boat deck.

  Deke kissed her, a sensual, sinuous dance of tongue and lips meant to seduce. And by god, it worked. She whined when he withdrew. Deke said, his voice clouded with lust, “Not to worry, kitten, our cocks will be sliding into that greedy pussy of yours soon. Your body knows what it wants.”

  “Yes,” she said, wanting—nay, needing—to feel them again. Having tasted their dominance once, the thought of experiencing it again and again over the course of the next three days made her nearly giddy.

  “I plan on paddling your heart-shaped ass, kitten. As this is our first discipline session, remember to use your safeword if needed. I don’t want to hurt you, just make the point that your actions this morning were unacceptable,” Shep said.

  “Understood, Sir.” She steeled herself when she spied the rounded leather paddle.

  Shep traced the curvature of her spine with the tip and goosebumps broke out over her skin. He caressed her buttocks with the paddle, letting her body become familiar with the feel. She knew she would hate it before he finished her discipline. Her fists instinctively clenched in the restraints and she held her breath, waiting for that first impact.

  The first whack jolted her frame and she strained. She gasped at the second blow as pain ricocheted through her body. Shep wasn’t gentle as he paddled her butt. She wouldn’t sit down comfortably tomorrow, but that was a problem for another day. And then Deke stood before her while Shep blistered her butt. Her rear burned. Need churned and spread through her body. Deke’s dark eyes studied her, he tenderly wiped tears from her cheeks that she hadn’t even known were falling.

  “Sweet kitten, there’s a good girl. You are taking your discipline beautifully,” Deke said. His hands cupped her breasts, his fingers toying with her nipples as the smacks of the paddle echoed over the water to mingle with the crashing waves.

  Then Deke knelt before her. He was so tall that it put his face on a level with her chest. She wondered what unique torture he had planned, but she didn’t have long to wait. Deke suckled her breasts, clamping his lips around one pert nipple while his hand massaged its twin.

  “Sirs,” she cried as Deke bit down on her turgid flesh just as a particularly brutal swat landed on her ass cheek. The combined sensations were stoking flames of desire so potent, Yvette felt herself begin to deconstruct under their hands.

  Deke’s free hand slipped between her legs, teasing her sex, rubbing his thumb through her crease as Shep landed three harsh swats. The paddle clattered to the floor. Shep wrapped a hand around her throat and tilted her head back. His utter control, his dominance, stirred the depths of her submissive heart. Shep claimed her lips, greedily drinking her cries as Deke released her nipple with a popping sound, bending down and releasing her ankles from their restraints.

  Shep stayed at her back, one hand on her throat, the other massaging a breast as he destroyed her composure with a kiss. Deke lifted one of her legs up and over his wide shoulders. His hands cupped her enflamed ass, massaging the tender flesh as he drew her near. She gasped into Shep’s mouth as Deke ran his tongue through her folds.

  Deke’s hungry mouth explored her pussy, tonguing her nub until it swelled. Then he penetrated her, plunging, and thrusting his tongue inside her quivering channel. She moaned as Shep mimicked Deke’s actions, thrusting inside her mouth with vigor. They overpowered her senses and all she could do was ride the wave.

  Deke’s fingers gathered some of her dew and drew it to her rosette, coating her back entrance. He pressed a thick finger forward, inserting it past the taut ring of muscle, all while plunging his tongue inside her weeping channel. Deke was patient as he stretched her ass, waiting until she was moaning and propelling her butt onto the thick digit, needy for more of the exquisite pleasure, before he added a second. By the time he added a third, Yvette’s body felt like a tightrope about to snap. She wanted, needed to come, but neither Dom was even letting her come up for air.

  Need tightened and swirled in her body. She whimpered and mewled into Shep’s mouth. But it was Deke who growled against her pussy, “Come for us, kitten.”

  At his permission, Yvette’s insides quaked and spasmed as her climax stole all thought or reason from her body. She wailed into Shep’s mouth. He released her lips and withdrew.

  She whimpered at the loss of contact as Deke stood. Need still churned in her veins. Deke dropped his shorts, his erection stout and long, protruding like a sailor saluting her. He sheathed his cock with a condom and then narrowed the gap between them.

  Deke lifted her up and wrapped her legs about his waist. Her arms were still attached to the Velcro restraints on the mast over her head. It forced her to rely upon them completely. Shep, who was still behind her, his firm chest pressing against her back, helped seat her on Deke’s cock.

  “Keep your eyes on me,” Deke commanded once he was fully sheathed inside her quaking heat. He was so well-built, his shaft strained her walls, and she groaned when he held her perfectly still.

  Then the crown of Shep’s cock rubbed against her rosette.

  “Oh god, Sirs.”

  Yvette had never experience double penetration by two men until last night, and never like this. She’d fantasized about it, masturbated to the erotic fantasy, but never in a million years had she thought she would experience it firsthand. It had always been a butt plug and a cock, but two cocks: one in her pussy and one in her ass, was like going to an erotic amusement park. Then Shep pushed forward, shoving his cock past her resistance.

  “Relax, kitten, deep breaths,” Deke instructed, his gaze intent on every facet of her being.

  Deke’s hand snaked between them and he rubbed her clitoris, sending sparks of desire straight to her core as Shep rocked his hips, plunging deeper and deeper inside her ass until both men had penetrated her fully. Yvette’s eyes closed at the unimaginable feel of having both men inside her. They stretched her tissues. Waves of desire bombarded her system and Yvette was afraid she was going to start babbling at any moment.

  They gave her body a moment to adjust to the fullness, Deke studying her face as they held her between them.

  “Th
at’s it, kitten, give yourself over to us. Shep and I will take care of everything. All you have to do is surrender.”

  She nodded and said, “Yes, Sirs. Please.” Delicious, exquisite need pulsated through her body. The way they were intimately pressed against her, she couldn’t move. If they would just give her a little bit of space, she could thrust her hips. Even a little bit of movement would send her body over the waterfall of desire.

  “Please what, kitten?” Shep growled in her ear, his hands cupping her breasts and tugging at her nipples.

  “Please fuck me, Sirs, please,” she begged.

  “What say you, Shep?” Deke said.

  “Since she accepted her punishment so sweetly, I don’t see why not. But you’re not to come until we allow it, understood?” Shep commanded.

  Oh sweet heavens, she would never last, but she would try. “Yes, Sirs.”

  She kept her gaze trained on Deke, her lids heavy as she felt them both withdraw and thrust. She was full and then she was empty. Every nerve ending ignited into a maelstrom of need. They seemed to be in no hurry for the night to end. Deke’s face was dark with desire as he thrust. His succulent lips were pressed into a thin line of concentration.

  She wished she could thread her fingers through his hair and pull his mouth down to hers. She stared at his lips, wanting them on hers.

  “Need something, kitten?” he asked, lazily screwing her brains out.

  “Kiss me, please.”

  He raised a brow.

  “Please, Sir,” she begged.

  “As you wish. It’s my pleasure.” Deke’s mouth descended and Yvette knew she was unequivocally lost. His hungry mouth ravished her as he pumped his cock in her clasping heat, Shep still pounding inside her back channel.

  She surrendered to their mastering. Yvette was on another plane of existence. Everything else seemed to fall away and the only thing in her world were Deke and Shep and their incredible mastering. She keened into Deke’s mouth as her eyes almost crossed from Shep’s hammer thrusts in her ass.