Free Janie's Tempting Submission [The Men of Treasure Cove 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Rebecca Joyce Page A

in all reality, they hadn’t done much, just showed her their playroom and Caleb fucked her.
    The astonishing aspect of all of this was she portrayed herself as the shy, submissive librarian. A role she played extremely well. Curious as to what more she was hiding, Jeff pushed off from the wall and entered the living room with Caleb right on his heels.
     
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    Janie kneeled there in the middle of her living room with her head down. Her hands were palms up and her back was straight. She had perfected this pose when she ordered that submissive video over the Internet. After reading her first erotic book over a month ago, she tried to learn everything she could about the sex and the BDSM scene.
    There was something about it that called to her soul. Staying up late night after night, she watched video after video, and when they ran out she surfed the Internet about anything and everything relating to BDSM. Intrigued and extremely turned on, she spent hours researching and studying every move, every nuance.
    When she came across the Pleasure Cave, she knew she had hit the jackpot. The application for a membership was already downloaded and filled out. She had planned to submit it tonight, but thinking back over the last twenty minutes, it looked like her plan had changed.
    She didn’t know what it was about these two brothers, but they were something. They set her skin on fire when they touched her. Their voices sent erotic pulses through her veins.
    Admit it, they are walking, talking hot-ass cowboys, and they turn you on! her inner nymph shouted.
    Smiling to herself, she let out a small giggle.
    “Something funny, cupcake?” he said in that deep voice that turned her pussy to liquid.
    Oh god. What is he going to do?
    “No, Sir?” she answered softly.
    Janie heard them moving around the room. She could see their feet as they walked past. But when a pair of black boots stopped before her, she stopped breathing.
    Excitement mixed with a dash of fear controlled what nerves she had. She wanted this so much, needed this. The heady aroma of sex permeated her condo, filtering through her brain like an aphrodisiac.
    The movement of furniture behind her grabbed her attention, but she dared not move. From what she remembered, the Sir or Master , as they preferred to be called, would be displeased if she did. Holding her pose, she slowly breathed in and out, waiting for his command.
    She knew it would come.
    And then it did. “Janie, do you have a safe word?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “Do you know what a safe word is?”
    “Yes, Sir. A safe word is a code word that is sometimes used in BDSM for the submissive, or what some call the bottom. The safe word communicates the submissive’s physical or emotional state to their dominant or Top. The safe word is typically used when the dominant is approaching or about to cross any physical, emotional, or moral boundary set by the submissive. Once used, the dominant is to stop all physical ministrations and step away.”
    “That’s a very nice and detailed description, Janie. But if I didn’t know any better, I would say you memorized that. Now, can you explain to me what that really means?”
    Janie jerked her head upward and looked at Jeff. She heard the question he had asked, but didn’t understand what he meant. She was confused. She knew she had answered him correctly, but she really didn’t understand where he was going with this.
    Chewing on her bottom lip, she thought about what he was requiring of her, but the answer eluded her. She couldn’t decipher an accurate description.
    “Janie, do you understand what a safe word really means to a submissive?” Caleb asked, concerned, sitting on her couch.
    She turned and stared at Caleb, the man who had just gave her one of the most pleasurable orgasms of her life, and she couldn’t answer him. She didn’t know the answer.
    Scrambling to her feet, Janie ran into her spare room, hitting the power button on her computer. Sitting