The Mistress's Misfits [The Men of Treasure Cove 11] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  However, lately her schedule seemed to have relaxed a bit and she knew why, though she chose not to think about it, because if she did, she would get angry again, and that would not do any good. Regardless of her mental state, she sighed, leaning back on her chaise lounge, and said, “Enter.”

  Brannon opened the door and walked in. Quiet as a church mouse, he closed her door and stood there, waiting. Her newly reawakened sex drive took in his tall, muscular frame, his short, sandy hair, and his snug uniform. By the look of him, he had just gotten off work. This was definitely new. Typically, her pet would visit her in civilian clothes. However, from the way his shoulders and arms sat, he was tense, very tense. Something must have happened for him to come visit her in his work clothes. Not that she minded. Brannon looked very handsome in his uniform. Nevertheless, his demeanor and stance worried her. Generally a laid-back, fun-loving man, Brannon never let anything bother him.

  Treading lightly until she found the underlying cause of his agitation, she said, “You may sit.”

  Moving quickly to the small wooden chair in the corner of her living room, he immediately did as she said.

  “You’re in your uniform. Why?”

  “Rough day,” he replied.

  “How so?” she asked.

  “Nothing that concerns you, Mistress.”

  “I think I’m a better judge at what’s best for me than you, pet.”

  “Yes, Mistress, my apologies.”

  “Explain your dress,” she asked more firmly.

  “I was working with FBI on investigation of Tatiana Van Ottoman’s murder.”

  “She was the woman who caused the Founders Day fiasco in town, correct?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Tilting her head to the side, she asked, “You said ‘was’?”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Brannon sighed. “I was informed that I am no longer needed on the case. They have taken it over.”

  “And this upsets you?”

  “Yes, no, not really,” he replied. She knew she should have corrected him immediately on forgetting the proper response when she was in the room, but something told her that would be lighting a fuse. She had seen Brannon in many states of desire and unrest before, but this was new. He looked defeated yet ready to blow.

  Since she had arrived at the Pleasure Cave, she had been trained in many things, and her medical background gave her an edge. Though she wasn’t a psychologist like Kelly O’Brian, she did know the signs for stress. Watching Brannon intently, she counted the number of times he took a deep breath, as he flexed his hands repeatedly, and on more than one occasion, he actually gritted his teeth.

  The deputy sheriff was in no mental state to be a submissive with her tonight. What he needed was to gain some of his masculinity back. He needed dominate. Good thing for him was that she was a good Mistress and was capable of servicing his needs as she saw fit.

  She was the perfect switch.

  Tonight, she was going to surprise her handsome submissive.

  Tonight she was going to reverse the roles.

  “If you will excuse me a minute, I will return shortly,” she said, rising and leaving the room. She knew that Brannon wouldn’t move an inch from his assigned seat. She had trained him well. However tonight she was going to change the rules on him. She only hoped he was a fast learner.

  Changing quickly out of her PVC corset, fishnet stockings, and five-inch leather heels, she reached into her closet and grabbed one of the few items she kept to remind her of where she came from. She hardly ever wore the pretty knee-length sundress anymore, but for this one time, she would make an exception. After brushing out her wavy shoulder-length brown hair, she removed the dark makeup she generally wore, and dabbed on a little perfume that her grandmother gave her. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she thought no one would take her for a Dominatrix, a Mistress that could wield a whip as well as Jason Ramsey or bind a submissive as well as Matthias. No, seeing her now, she looked like a sweet young woman who was ready for the State Fair with her longtime boyfriend.

  “Brannon, can you come in here?” she called out. The sound of him shuffling his feet let her know that he had heard her and was coming.

  “Do you need help with something, Mistress?”

  “Not exactly,” she replied, and turned just as he walked into her bedroom. “I thought a change of protocol was called for tonight.” His shock was evident as he stopped dead in his tracks. It wasn’t every day that a submissive saw his Mistress in a sweet summer dress without some form of leather attached to her body. Nevertheless, she had to give Brannon props. He recovered quickly and lowered his head once more.

  Hmm, I’m going to have to motivate him, I see. Oh well, a Mistress’s job is never done.

  Walking over to him, she took a hold of his hand and led him further into her room. It was a spacious room, with cream-colored walls, plush carpeting, and a beautiful king-size bed. Gabriel spared no expense when decorating his Kingdom, as he liked to call it. Everything in her private penthouse reeked of money. Too bad, all she had in her account was just over six hundred dollars, and a stack of bills tucked away in her nightstand she couldn’t pay. Oh, she could use the money left to her from her trust and inheritance, but that would defeat the purpose of making it on her own. Yep, just because she had money, didn’t mean she lived as if she had money. Her motto was, her parents had money, she still had yet to earn hers.

  Her job came with perks like free room and board, and all the meals she could eat down in the club restaurant. Nevertheless, what it didn’t do was pay her bills. No, living in the Pleasure Cave was a choice, a lifestyle that one accepted. That was her decision, of course. Gabriel offered many times to put her on the payroll, but she couldn’t see being paid to do what she did, especially when sex was involved. Nope, if she chose to do the horizontal mambo, she wanted her conscience clean. Besides, she had her mother’s trust to fall back on when her investments dried up, which, after balancing her checkbook earlier that evening, was going to happen sooner than she expected.

  Bending over the bed, she pulled down the covers. Turning her head slowly, she grinned when she caught Brannon looking at her.

  That’s right, baby. Take a good look.

  Fumbling with the pillows, she asked, “Brannon, do you like what you see?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Then how come you haven’t complimented me on my dress? I put it on just for you.”

  “I’m sorry, Mistress. You look very pretty in your dress.”

  “When a woman wears a pretty dress for a man, the polite thing to do is to compliment her, don’t you think?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” he replied sincerely. This was not going as she planned. She needed to try another tactic. Pouting her lips, she sighed and sat on the bed, looking defeated. “God, maybe Gabriel was right. Maybe I have let myself go. I thought it was cruel of him to say, but the boss is always right. Not even my own submissive thinks I look pretty.”

  Brannon instantly looked up. Confusion and then anger flashed across his face. “He said what? That fucker has no right telling you that. He’s married!”

  “I don’t know why you’re getting upset. You didn’t say anything at all,” she replied. “I had to force a compliment out of you.”

  Brannon started pacing the room. All his anger and hostility started bubbling to the surface. All she had to do was keep the fires burning, and eventually her submissive would take charge. Therefore, she pressed her advantage. “Explain to me why it matters so much to you what Gabriel thinks.”

  “It matters because you belong to me!”

  Grinning, she lowered her head and smiled.

  Wow, this was easier than I thought.

  “So, let me get this straight,” she said, rising from the bed. “Just because my boss states the obvious, that gives you the right to defend me?”

  Brannon rounded so quickly on her, she took a step back, as he said, “You are not old. How that asshole could even say t
hat is beyond me. You are young, vibrant, and beautiful. You have a smokin’ hot body, and a great sense of humor. You deserve more than what that bastard gives you, Mistress. You deserved the world, and he should treat you with a little more respect.”

  “I see.” She sighed and took a step forward, invading his space. “And what about you, don’t you think you deserve a little more respect?”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “You’re an officer of the law, Brannon. You deserved respect, too.”

  “I guess so.”

  Placing her hand on his chest, she looked up into his caramel eyes and whispered, “Tell me what to do.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I want you to be the man, Brannon. Tonight, I want to be your submissive.”

  The instant her deputy caught on, she wanted so much to laugh. His eyes got bigger, and she actually heard him gasp. As she stood a little taller, eyes turned molten, and gone was the submissive she had grown to love. In its place was a hardcore, one hundred percent full-bodied, testosterone male in his prime. Men like Brannon Kincaid came from a past long forgotten. In her life, she had met many variations of the man, but never the real deal. Yet, when she met Brannon for the first time, she knew he was special, and since then, she looked forward to their times together.

  Oh, she knew she was older than he was, but heaven help her, she couldn’t stay away from him. He was perfect in every way, and for one night a week, he devoted his time to her and her life was perfect.

  “Lift up your dress,” he ordered.

  She smiled at him, grabbed the sides of her pretty summer dress, and hiked it up until the hem was about an inch below her crotch. “Like this, sir?”

  “Higher,” he growled, and she moved her hands a little higher until the hem sat just a hairsbreadth below her crotch.

  “Take it off. I want to see all of you.”

  She smiled more widely and did as he had requested. The front of her thong arced into a small triangle covering her pussy. Above that, her firm tummy was silky smooth. She could see his cock straining against his trousers. She looked at it pointedly and licked her lips as she dropped her dress to the floor.

  He gulped, never taking his eyes from her. “Are you sure about this? Because with the way I am feeling right now, I probably won’t be able to stop. I know I come here to unwind, but you should know this is only making me tenser.”

  “I’m ready for whatever Sir requires.”

  Brannon stepped forward, put his arms on her shoulders, and kissed her as a man should. He parted her lips instantly as his tongue swooped and took what she offered. Rising up on her toes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave in to his inviting mouth. Moving her tongue seductively against his, she pressed her body against his. Her chest mashed against his. Her nipples peeked through the lacy bra, stimulating them as she slightly moved. His hands roamed over her body, touching and squeezing, until they gripped her ass. He was forceful but gentle as he took what she gave.

  She pulled away, gasping for air. He had never kissed her like that before. He had been holding back on her, and now she wondered what else he was keeping from her. There was so much more to the man before her, and for the first time in eight months, she felt shy and timid, as if she was meeting the real man for the first time. He was intriguing like a mystery she had yet to solve.

  He looked at her silently as she tried to catch her breath.

  “Wow,” she managed to say. Her face heated like a little schoolgirl as she touched her cheeks. “I never knew you could kiss like that.”

  He grinned as he stalked her. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me. Now strip.”

  Slowly, she pulled her bra straps down her shoulders, unclasped the hook in the front of her bra, and let the lacy bra fall to the ground. She stood in front of him, wearing only her lacy thong panties. She looked good, and she knew it. She let her eyes slide to his crotch and saw it swelling. She reached her hand down to her pussy and began to stroke it through the fabric. “Mmm,” she crooned.

  Brannon grabbed her hand. “Did I say you could touch yourself? Tonight you are mine. Tonight you will do as I tell you, or there will be consequences. Are we clear?”

  Looking up at him, she saw the determination and resolve in his eyes. She gulped and nodded, her mind unable to form anything coherent.

  Brannon let his hand slip from hers and walked over to the plush chair she had sitting in the corner of her bedroom. Sitting down, he patted his lap and said, “Come sit.”

  He sounded confident, obviously deciding to enjoy himself.

  She walked over to him and climbed on his lap. Her breasts were touching his chest as she bent down to kiss him. She pulled her mouth away after a minute and began to slide her tongue over his cheek, around his ear, and across his neck. She pushed her pussy against his crotch. He moaned.

  Tentatively, he slid his hands down her back and onto her ass. He squeezed, more earnestly and strongly than he had before.

  She felt his cock swell some more as she went back to kissing him. God, she couldn’t wait to get his dick inside her. He paused as if contemplating another action, then his hands followed the path up to her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard, and she felt him cupping his hands around her large breasts and squeezing them. She moaned in pleasure.

  They were breathing heavily now, enjoying the feel of each other. Brannon looked up at her, then down at her breasts, and lifted one up to his mouth. He kissed the nipple tenderly, then let his tongue play with it, and then began to suck at her tit. She wrapped a hand around his head and pulled him close.

  “I’ve wanted to dominate you for so long. I never thought it would happen,” he said when he pulled his lips away.

  “Enjoy me while you can, because I may not be so giving next time.”

  He growled, perhaps just a tad aggressively, and then sucked her tits with gusto.

  She had a wicked thought.

  “You know something, Brannon. In this room, I have a recorder. We can make a movie that you can watch over and over, so you never forget how I submitted to you. Would you like that? Would you like to record your dominance?” He nodded absentmindedly, not paying attention to what she really said, as one of his hands massaged her breast while another slid down her back, cupping her ass. “Did you hear me?”

  He pulled his mouth away with a smack and looked up at her with questioning eyes.

  “Would you like a home video?”

  He swallowed and nodded vigorously. Getting up from his lap, she walked over to the door and flipped one of the light switches. Grinning, she walked to the bed, and as seductively as she could, she climbed on, giving him a view of her ass. Kneeling in the middle of the bed, she slid her hands up behind her head and pushed up her hair, making a little pouty face for him. She then moved her hands down to the bed and got on to her hands and knees, and licked her lips.

  The camera was rolling. It was the first time she had actually used the feature. Reluctant at first, she never thought she would have the courage to videotape anything she ever did, but for some reason, this time she didn’t mind. The thought of recording what was about to happen actually heightened her awareness and oddly made her giddy.

  She crawled forward, looking at Brannon, her breasts swinging, and she heard him gasp. She climbed out of bed, stood up, cocked one hip up, and slid her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Brannon gulped. She slid her right hand to the waistline just below her belly button and shifted her hand so that all her fingers were pushed down against her pussy. She repositioned her hand with the thumb in the waistband by her hip and tugged that side down just a bit.

  Brannon licked his lips and smiled. “Stop teasing me.”

  She pulled her panties down and bent forward, letting her breasts hang low, giving them a little shake. They jiggled. She stood up, exposing her pussy, decorated with a small strip of hair.

  “Turn around. I want to see all of you,” he said and she did, slowly, as he
removed his shirt. “That’s enough. Now come over here and kneel before me.” Doing as he requested, she moved before him as she slowly kissed his neck and then moved her mouth down his chest. She licked, kissed, and teased up and down his muscular frame. Then she stepped back, put her hands on his hips, and lowered herself so she could do the same to his stomach.

  Moving her lips down his stomach, she slid her tongue under the waistband of his pants.

  Removing his boots, he ordered, “Take off my pants.”

  Kneeling in front of him, she looked up at his face and unbuttoned his belt. Pulling slowly, she slid his belt from its loops. Next, she pulled his snap open and pulled down on the zipper.

  Oh wow, he went commando.

  Hooking her fingers into the waistband of his pants, she pulled them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them as his rock-hard cock bobbed near her face.

  “Suck it,” he growled.

  She slid her tongue up from the root of his nine-inch cock all the way to the tip, circling it with her tongue. She made a little O with her mouth and slid it over his cock, letting her tongue continue to swirl around the tip. She looked up at him as his eyes closed, relishing what she was doing to him. She had been teasing him for a while now, so it was no surprise when she took his cock deep into her mouth, she felt his body stiffen. Pulling back, she grabbed his cock and closed her eyes. The first shot of cum land on her face as he yelled out. She jerked his cock vigorously as another shot hit her forehead. She squeezed his dick again and turned slightly so another shot hit her cheek. She felt him shudder in pleasure, and his knees wobbled.

  She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her. She lifted her hand and began to wipe cum from her cheek. She opened her mouth and closed it around the finger, licking it clean, and pulled it out with a smack. Then she scraped off the rest, and for good measure, she slid her tongue onto his dick to get the last drop of cum that clung to the tip.