Their Shy Submissive (Pleasure Island Book 3) Read online

  Deke’s kiss became more forceful, his tongue plunging inside her mouth in time with his cock pounding in her wet heat. Her body was fracturing. Whirls of ecstasy flooded her. Shep’s hands moved to her hips as his own desire seemed to ratchet up to new heights.

  Deke released her mouth as he moaned. He looked past her shoulder and nodded. Then Deke buried his face in her neck on one side, Shep did the same on the other side. They surrounded her, gripping each other for purchase as they rammed her pussy and her ass.

  “Sirs,” she keened.

  “Come for us, kitten,” Shep groaned.

  With their permission, she released her foothold on her control and gave her body over to them. They rolled and pumped their hips, pounding their flesh inside her, and she reveled in it. There was a freedom here. One that she had never experienced before. They stripped away all her defenses as they fucked her. And it was fucking. It was no longer seduction, or a bid to win her surrender, but a brutal race to the finish line.

  It was glorious. Their moans joined hers. Her climax barreled into her system and her head fell back.

  “Oh god, Sirs!” she screamed as the orgasm shuddered through her body. Her pussy spasmed around Deke’s cock as it pounded her quaking heat. Her rosette quivered and clasped at Shep’s plunging shaft, trying to draw it deeper inside.

  “Fuck!” Deke roared in her ear, his body straining as he plowed her fluttering channel. His cock jolted as he came, setting off another series of spasms.

  Shep bit her shoulder, and the pain lacerated and mixed with her ecstasy as he came in her rear. Both men thrust, setting off residual sparks of pleasure until their orgasms were spent.

  Yvette laid her head against Deke’s shoulder, wishing she could hold them. She would give them these three days. Maybe they would want to keep her, maybe they wouldn’t. Maybe all she would have to show for it at the end of their time together were memories to last a lifetime, but she wasn’t going to fight it.

  Her wrists were released from the Velcro restraints. Her arms limply fell about Deke’s shoulders. She whimpered as he and Shep withdrew their flaccid members from her body.

  “I’ve got you, kitten. Just hold on to me,” Deke murmured, and she did as he bade.

  He carried her below decks to his cabin, Shep following close behind. He laid her in his bed and both he and Shep joined her. She curled into Deke, feeling close to him, as though she had this connection with him. Then again, perhaps she was reading into things. Shep lay behind her, his hand on her hip.

  They each kissed her, tenderly stroking her cheek as they did so. Yvette’s eyes slid shut with hope bubbling in her chest. Maybe they would want to keep her. If she could just hide her defects, then maybe.

  CHAPTER 6

  Shep was having the most glorious dream. His cock was enveloped in wet heat. Pleasure thundered in his veins. But then he heard Deke’s guttural moan and cracked his eyes open.

  Christ, it wasn’t a dream. Their little sex kitten had his cock in her mouth and was giving him head like a pro. Her lips were around the crest as she tongued him. Her head moved up and down, sucking his shaft down her throat all the way to the base. One of her hands gripped Deke’s dick, stroking him into a frenzy. Deke always woke up horny. Shep did, too, but this vision was beyond his wildest imaginings.

  Deke growled and strained, then bellowed, “I need to feel your cunt, kitten. Let me move you a bit.”

  Yvette never released Shep’s cock from her mouth. Thank fucking god. What she was doing felt too fucking awesome. She knew precisely how to suck his dick so that his eyes were close to rolling back in his head. Deke repositioned her body so that she was straddling his legs with her beautiful heart-shaped ass up in the air. She had a gorgeous butt. Shep glanced down at the heavy globes of her breasts as they dangled near his cock.

  Christ, he wanted to fuck her tits. Wanted to feel those heavy globes pressed around his shaft. Screw it.

  “Deke, move her up just a bit more. Kitten, I want you to put my cock between your tits.”

  She glanced at him, her pupils large and dilated, her breathing heavy as she nodded her understanding. She crawled forward until her milky white globes were over his cock. He groaned when she cupped them, making room for him to fit his cock between them. Once he fit himself in the valley between her breasts, he pressed them together, pushing her hands out of the way. She placed her hands on either side of his hips and lowered her head. As he thrust between her breasts, his crown entered her mouth and her tongue would dart out.

  He growled and thrust.

  Deke knelt behind her and parted the globes of her succulent ass. Shep knew the moment Deke penetrated her sheath. She clamped her lips around his crown and sucked as if her life depended upon it. As Deke thrust, he swatted her ass.

  “Oh god!” she cried, and then the head of his cock plunged into her mouth and withdrew, cutting off her words so that they were garbled and turned into a keening moan.

  Yvette was the most sensual, downright fuckable submissive Shep had ever had the good grace to sample. He wanted her with them always, wanted her to be their submissive. Shep thrust again and again as Deke pounded. Shep could see from Deke’s expression of concentration that the man was damn near attempting to implant himself on her psyche.

  Shep couldn’t have agreed more.

  Deke leaned forward slightly as he thrust, and Shep knew from that angle and by Yvette’s blissful expression as she tossed her head back that she was coming. Christ, she was gorgeous as she came. Her face flushed rosy, her mouth opened as she moaned, her eyes closed in ecstasy, and the mewls erupting from her lips were music to his ears.

  Deke trumpeted his release, stiffening as he plunged inside her wet heat. Then he withdrew and collapsed onto the bed, his flaccid staff lying against his thighs.

  Shep thrust one final time between her glorious breasts before he moved. He pulled Yvette up his body and then rolled them both over until she was beneath him. He fit himself between her thighs and furrowed his cock inside her quivering heat. He claimed her mouth for a torrid kiss, and ground his pelvis and shuttled his shaft inside her clasping pussy.

  Shep propped himself up on his elbows, studying her reactions to his thrusts. He gentled himself, or she gentled him as her hands dug into his hips and she gazed up at him with her bow-shaped mouth open, her eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure. The wealth of her hair spread out on the pillow beneath her and he didn’t storm her defenses like he normally would. He wanted her to feel every thrust, wanted her to understand who was making love to her.

  She writhed beneath him, rolling her hips, and meeting his thrusts. Her pussy grasped at his cock, attempting to pull him deeper. He wrapped her legs around his waist so he could thrust deeper, harder. He moved his pelvis around, thrusting from different angles, learning her body so that there would be no question of whom she belonged to. Shep wanted to emblazon himself upon her very soul so that she would never leave them.

  Christ, he didn’t just want her for three days but for forever.

  “Shep, Sir, oh god.” She whimpered as he found the perfect angle.

  He loved hearing his name on her lips. He thrust and withdrew, again and again. Her fingers dug into his ass. Her moans grew louder as he plunged his cock in harder, faster. He wanted to take her body to the edge of madness and then join her in ecstasy.

  The silken clasp of her pussy as it greedily fluttered around his cock was driving him wild. Shep felt like he’d finally come home after a long journey as he gazed into her blue eyes. They reminded him of the pools he’d swum in for more years than he could count. The peace and purpose he’d found in their liquid depths transcended and he found it within her silken heats.

  He pumped his hips as his desire increased but he didn’t want to lose his control, not just yet. Shep felt the first tremors of Yvette’s climax gripping his cock. He gritted his teeth as she keened, her fingers digging painfully into his ass. And still he thrust. He wanted her to know she belonged to them,
with no doubts crowding her mind.

  He took her up and over again and again, mesmerized by her body as she clasped at him. Her moans and cries filled the bedroom. When Shep was certain she had come multiple times, he unleashed his primitive side and fucked her. He buried his face in her neck, wrapped his arms around her, and pummeled his cock into her welcoming, clenching heat.

  Her cries drove him harder, faster until his thrusts were nearly violent. His climax started at the base of his spine. His balls tightened and filled with cum. His cock strained, swelling and lengthening as it started at his base.

  “Shep. Sir!” Yvette screamed, her body trembling and quaking in his arms as she came. Her pussy spasming around his cock sent him over the edge.

  “Ah, fuck,” he roared, hot streams of cum exploding from his cock, filling her drenched pussy. He rocked, pistoning his hips as he came. Shep’s eyes did roll back into his head.

  Afterward, he lay there, her lovely body cradling his as his breathing returned to normal. Christ, she was everything he had dreamed of and more. And he was never letting her go.

  “I’ll move in just a minute, kitten, once my legs start working again,” he mumbled against her neck.

  Her fingers traced over his back and she whispered, “I like where you are just fine, Sir.”

  He smiled into her skin. So did he. Her body was his own personal wonderland, one he wanted to continue to explore all the ins and outs of, over and over again. When he finally felt like he could move without embarrassing himself by professing the way she made him feel, he lifted his head. He wasn’t ashamed of his feelings, but he didn’t want to spook her. The satisfied expression on her face made him feel like he walked on water. She seemed built for his and Deke’s excessive sexual prowess, looking like the cat who ate the canary with her blissful gaze. Shep kissed her, infusing his embrace with emotions he wasn’t nearly ready to give voice to. Then, regretfully, he withdrew his softening member.

  Deke interrupted their bubble and asked, “Kitten, you are on the pill, right?”

  Her vision clouded and she turned her head toward Deke. “No, Sir, it doesn’t agree with my system. Why?”

  Dread filled Shep. What had he just done? “It’s nothing to get too concerned about, but in the heat of the moment, I didn’t put on a condom,” he admitted.

  “What?” she cried, shoving away from him. Her body vibrated and she gave him a scathing glance. “Why would you do that?”

  “I just assumed, when you didn’t say anything…”

  She screeched and scrambled off the bed. She launched the first item she found toward his head. The compass dinged him on the chest before he could move.

  “Asshole! Why the fuck would you do that to me?” she yelled, tears welling in her beautiful eyes.

  “It was a mistake,” he defended himself.

  Deke interjected. “Let’s all just calm down and look at this logically.”

  “Screw your logic. You’re not the one who could get pregnant.” She glanced between them and whatever it was she saw incensed her further.

  “You would like that, wouldn’t you? How dare you do something like that without my consent? I trusted you,” she sobbed. She put her fist to her mouth as she backed toward the door. “Do me a favor and stay the fuck away from me. Both of you.” She glared at them as she retreated.

  “Get back here, kitten, so we can talk,” Shep commanded, but his voice wavered. He had well and truly screwed the pooch on this. It had been irresponsible on his part. He knew that. So did Deke, judging by the iron set to his jaw.

  “Fuck you!” she spat and raced up the stairs.

  He jumped up from the bed to go after her but she was faster. By the time he and Deke made it up on deck, she was gone.

  How had he so blunderingly fucked things up in record time? The morning had begun in heaven only to end in the fiery pits of hell.

  He turned to Deke to explain and Deke’s fist connected with his face, knocking him out flat.

  CHAPTER 7

  How could they have done this to her?

  Yvette was shaking as she raced home. She didn’t care that she was naked as she drove her cart. She just had to escape them. Why would Shep do that? She didn’t understand. Did he want to trap her? Make it so that she couldn’t leave? Had Deke been in on it? Had that been their plan all along?

  She couldn’t stop the tears as she drove. Everything was too bright, too vivid. She should be happy and satisfied, when instead, she wondered if other people were always going to try and steer her life course for her.

  There was a major difference between submitting to them of her own free will and having her choice to do so taken from her. What if Shep had gotten her pregnant? What would she do? Would she be forced to head back to Florida, pregnant and alone, with her mother and perfect siblings with their holier than thou attitudes saying, ‘I told you so?’ As much as she was growing to care for Deke and Shep—and okay, she had to admit the sex was out of this freaking world, literally the best she’d ever had—that didn’t stop her from feeling betrayed over this. Regardless of whether this had been a simple mistake and misunderstanding, she couldn’t build a relationship with them if their actions made her question whether she could trust them.

  Yvette stormed into her apartment and secured the deadbolt behind her. Then she did something she rarely ever did, she called in sick and switched shifts with Miriam. Bless her. It put her on the afternoon shift later that day. Yvette needed time and space, which she wouldn’t get if she was manning the registration desk. As much as she loved what she did, there were days when a girl needed a breather.

  Yvette got some coffee brewing, added a splash of Baileys to the mix, and then headed into the bathroom with a hot mug of deliciousness. While she didn’t necessarily condone the drowning of one’s sorrows, today called for it. She was going to relax with her Baileys and coffee in a bubble bath and pray that she could figure out her next move.

  As she climbed into the steaming water, she spied Shep’s dried semen on her inner thighs. Seeing it on her skin made his actions feel like a betrayal of the highest order. She had to believe it had been a mistake and slip up on his part. That they’d both been in the moment and so caught up that neither of them had thought about it. It wasn’t like she had said anything or reminded him, but if he was supposed to be her Dom then it was his responsibility to look out for her.

  She sank into the water, the bubbles hiding the small bruised imprints of their hands on her hips and thighs, letting the steaming water and foam wash away that morning’s delights. What if she did get pregnant? What then? Was she consigned to fall for men who got her pregnant, then would leave her the moment something better came along?

  Yvette needed to understand why Shep had done it. Around and around in circles she went as she tried to figure out her next move.

  Could she forgive him, them, for this?

  “SHEP, what the fuck, man?” Deke felt like a caged tiger about to tear into his prey.

  Shep rubbed his bruised jaw. Deke wasn’t sorry in the slightest that he’d clocked him. Shep, his normally confident and assertive partner-in-crime, wore a recalcitrant expression that showed he knew he’d messed up royally, but Deke didn’t think Shep understood the gravity of the situation. Shep mumbled, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. She does something to me, and I let my control slip. It won’t happen again. I will make it up to her.”

  Deke nearly exploded, having to rein in his anger as he said, “She’s already a tough sell, dude. Do you really think she will trust us again? How the fuck could you be so careless? And she was caving, considering becoming ours.”

  “Look, I know I messed up here, but I will fix it. Tonight, at the club, we will prove it to her,” Shep said, his voice holding a confidence that his demeanor lacked. Deke could only pray he was right.

  “And what if she doesn’t go to the club this evening? What then?” Deke bit out. Fury dominated his being. Right now, he could pummel Shep for the epic blunder.
He wanted Yvette, and not just as a temporary submissive to warm their bed. He yearned to make her theirs in the worst way. He wanted commitment and permanence, and everything that went with it.

  Deke had wanted that since the moment she had boarded his vessel months ago. He had watched her, craved her submission with a fierceness that had rattled him, until he finally admitted he was a goner the moment she stepped on his boat. Was it love at first sight? Perhaps not, but it was definitely lust at first sight. And from there, it had only deepened as he watched her on the island. The way she deported herself, her shy smiles and blue eyes that hid all manner of secrets. She’d always seemed a little bit apart from the rest and stood out—for him, at least.

  Deke had watched, he’d waited, and once he finally had Yvette where he wanted her, Shep had fucked it all up with a single swipe.

  “I’ve gotta go,” Deke murmured, heading down toward his bedroom. He had a full day of island runs.

  Shep stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Dude, seriously, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

  “Yeah, well, you did. I always have to clean up your messes. Just give me some space. Safe travels,” Deke said, storming off into his bedroom and slamming it shut behind him.

  When he surfaced back up on deck a short time later, showered and prepared for work, Shep’s boat The Surrender was nowhere to be seen. He wasn’t going to worry about Shep. He always came back up after being knocked down. Deke loved the guy. They’d been the best of friends for years and had been topping women together ever since Deke had first introduced him to the lifestyle. But there were days when he didn’t know where Shep’s head was, and this latest blunder might cause the best thing that had ever happened to them to walk away.

  Deke plotted and planned as he worked. Physical labor always helped him figure things out. By the time he had finished his last ferry run for the day, the sun was beginning to set. He dressed for the club with one singular thought running through his mind. They were going to get their sub back. Whatever he had to do to convince her, Deke would do.