Monroe, Marla - Their Reluctant Submissive [Knights in Black Leather 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe Page A

want to take it away, but he wanted to challenge it and her. He rolled off the bed and quickly picked her up as she started to scoot to the edge.
    “Hey! Put me down. I can walk.”
    “I know you can, but I like carrying you.” He strode across the room and deposited her on her feet next to the toilet.
    She growled at him as he walked out of the bathroom. Shutting the door behind him, he realized he was actually smiling with his entire face. It was a little of a shock.
    “What’s got you grinning like a loon this morning?” Jackson was sitting up against the headboard with his arms crossed behind his head.
    “The little wench growled at me.”
    “She speaks, Marx. Good for her.”
    Marx shook his head. “She’s going to push us this morning.”
    “I know. I expect I’m going to have my work cut out for me today. You’re going to push back, and I’m going to have to figure out how to keep us all alive through it all.”
    “I’m not that bad.” Marx frowned at his brother. What was taking her so long?
    “Stop frowning at the bathroom door and give her a few minutes. She’s a woman. They require more than five minutes in the bathroom. Get used to it.”
    Marx scowled at his brother. He knew that. He was glad there wasn’t a window in the bathroom. He didn’t trust that she wouldn’t try to escape through it. He crossed his arms and stared at the bathroom door.
    “Watched pot never boils.”
    “Shut the fuck up, Jackson.”
    Jackson turned back the covers and climbed out of the bed. “I think I’ll go fix coffee and breakfast. You look like you’re going to need some time with Kelly this morning. Just remember to not push her too much. We don’t want her running off.”
    They bumped fists as Jackson walked by to grab clothes from his room down the hall. His brother knew him so well. He needed her. It was important to him to establish his dominance over her often while they were getting used to each other. He knew she would struggle with it, but once she realized he wasn’t going to demand her soul, she would enjoy giving over to him.
    The door opened, and Kelly emerged. When she ignored him and walked over to where her clothes were, he allowed her to actually pick them up before he spoke.
    “Stop.”
    “Excuse me?” She frowned at him from across the room.
    Marx stalked forward until he was within touching distance of her. “You’re not getting dressed yet. Bend over the foot of the bed.”
    “Look, Marx. I played last night. This morning I’m ready to go home. I didn’t agree to stay any longer.”
    “I’m not playing, kitten. This isn’t a game or a scene. This is real. Now bend over that bed. Now.”
    He watched the barrage of emotions flit across her face before hot anger settled in for the fight. She slammed her hands on her hips and scowled at him. Her eyes flashed with emotion, making them glitter. He ate up the sight of her, the glorious picture of her standing before him ready to do battle. It jerked his cock to full mast.
    “If you think you are going to tell me what to do all the time, you’re sorely mistaken. I will not be a slave to you or any man!”
    “If you will remember, kitten, we told you that we would expect your submission in the bedroom and at the club. We are in the bedroom, and I want that wet pussy. Bend. Over. The. Bed.”
    Her mouth flew open, but she shut it and stared hard at him for several seconds. Finally, she stomped over to the bed, and after giving him one more dirty look, she bent over the bed.
    “Spread your legs wide for me.” He walked over as she complied. “I’m going to punish you for arguing with me and giving me attitude. How many licks do you deserve, sub?”
    “You’re asking me how many times for you to hit me?” She glared at him over her shoulder.
    “I’m adding licks as we go. How many?” He had to grit his teeth to keep from smiling at her astonishment.
    “Six, sir.”
    “Plus four makes ten. I will spank you ten times. You