Texas Blaze

by Cooper McKenzie

  Blaze blinked before taking a breath. “Are you sure you want to take a chance on me? I am a broken toy.”

  After a glance at Wyatt for permission, Levin pulled Blaze onto his lap. She did not fight him, which was surprising considering what he had just revealed. But when she relaxed into his loose embrace, he understood. She needed them, even if she didn’t want to admit it.

  “You might be bent or crumpled, but you are not broken. You’re still here, still breathing, and still have a lot of life left to live. All you have to do is let us take care of you. Can you do that? At least for tonight? Everything else can wait until tomorrow. All you have to do tonight is let us hold you while you sleep, comfort you if you have nightmares, and, come morning, show you that we can be good together.”

  While he waited for Blaze’s response, Levin quickly washed up then rose and stepped from the tub. He grabbed a towel and quickly dried off before moving to stand beside Wyatt, who had pushed to his feet.

  Blazed looked them both up and down before nodding. “I think I can do that, but can we take things slow?”

  Levin looked to Wyatt to answer this one. “As slow as you need, pet, as long as you continue to move forward out of this dark place you’ve been trapped in. Now, can you find it in yourself to trust us to do what’s best for you for the next twelve hours?”

  He could not help but grin like a fool when she said softly, “Yes, Master Wyatt. I trust you.”

  The two men helped her climb out of the tub. After drying her off, Levin took her hand and led her into the bedroom while Wyatt jumped into the shower.

  Once in the bedroom, Levin released her hand and went to his dresser. He pulled out a well-worn T-shirt and carefully helped her into it. “Normally this bed is a no-clothing zone, but we’ll forgo that for tonight.”

  His heart stuttered when she looked up at him, smiled, and said, “Thank you, Sir.”

  * * * *

  By the time Wyatt emerged from the bathroom, the two submissives were curled up together in bed under the light covers. He strolled over, fighting back a grin when he heard Levin whisper, “Isn’t he beautiful, little one? And just think, that cock is all ours.”

  “Eyes up here, subbies,” Wyatt said as he waved up his body toward his face.

  Blaze’s giggle set his heart at ease. “Sorry, Master Wyatt. It’s been a while since I’ve shared a bed with a man, and I’ve never been with two. I’m afraid I’ve forgotten naked-man protocol.”

  Wyatt couldn’t help but chuckle as he slid under the covers and lay down next to the cute, petite woman who, in the course of an evening, was coming to mean a lot to them both.

  Pulling her from where she lay spooned against Levin, he settled on his back with her head resting on his shoulder. “I don’t mind the looking, pet, but there might be consequences if you don’t show proper respect.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she responded snappily as one hand rested on his lower belly before sliding up his torso until her palm came to rest in the center of his chest.

  “Now, go to sleep,” he ordered gently. “We’ll talk more in the morning.”

  It took only a few minutes for Blaze to sink back into slumber. Wyatt waited until she relaxed fully in his arms and her breathing evened out before he looked past her to his life partner, who returned his gaze with a wary smile.

  “I’ll take her strokes, Master,” his boy whispered after Wyatt lifted his right eyebrow in silent query.

  Wyatt blinked and sucked a shocked breath as a knife plunged through his heart. “Do you honestly believe me to be such a monster that I would punish her now? When she’s all bruised up and hurting already?”

  Levin blinked and began rapidly shaking his head side to side. “Of course not, Master. I’m just saying if you feel the need to punish anyone, I’ll take her strokes.”

  “Drop the Master and talk to me, Levin. Man to man, not slave to Master. What put such a thought in your head?”

  His best friend, lover, and slave of the last five years shrugged and dropped his gaze to stare at the woman between them. “It’s not anything you’ve done or said, Wy. It’s just that she’s so little and vulnerable and hurting. I don’t want her to hurt anymore.”

  Wyatt could see tears welling in his gentle giant’s eyes. Lifting his free arm over Blaze’s body, he cupped his hand around the back of Levin’s neck and pulled him closer until they were nose to nose.

  “I love you, Levin. You are my life, and adding Blaze to our family, if we all agree to her joining us, won’t take away from my love for you.”

  “I love you, too, Wyatt. Always and all ways.”

  “Thank you, boy. Now go to sleep, or you’ll be feeling the bite of my whip tonight after all.”

  Chapter Nine

  Blaze woke slowly, feeling less pained and better rested than she had in longer than she could recall. Taking a deep breath, she sighed as the scent of man filled her lungs. She instantly remembered everything that had happened the night before, though she wasn’t sure how she felt about not only her meltdown at the club but also coming home with near strangers, allowing them to bathe her, and spending the night curled in their arms wearing only a T-shirt.

  She thought she was doing a good job of holding still between the two men, but something must have tipped them off to her being awake. The bicep her head was resting upon shifted as the arm curled around her upper back squeezed her gently. At the same time, the hand draped over her middle began to move, sliding up and down her belly, caressing her skin under the T-shirt she wore.

  Opening her eyes, Blaze tilted her head back far enough to meet Wyatt’s sleepy gaze.

  “Good morning,” she whispered while trying not to breath too heavily on the man. No one liked a nose full of morning breath first thing after waking up.

  “Good morning,” Wyatt whispered back before lifting his head and brushing a kiss on the tip of her nose. “You slept well.”

  “Yes, I did. Better than I have since…” She stopped talking, not wanting to bring memories of Master Z into this place with these men. “Well, let’s just say a long time, shall we?”

  A kiss on top of her shoulder had her shifting to look at the big man behind her. “Good morning, Levin,” she said, still whispering.

  “Good morning,” he whispered in return. “Why are we whispering?”

  Blaze couldn’t help the soft giggle that escaped. “I have no idea. I’ve always felt that early mornings are the best time for whispering.”

  “Oh, okay. Well, how about some breakfast and then we can show you around the ranch before it gets too hot?”

  Still not sure exactly how she had ended up spending the night with these men, other than because Gunnar was ready to kick her ass to the curb for her hermit-like ways, she shrugged. “I should probably get out of your way and head back to Gunnar’s. I’m sure you have chores and things you need to be doing instead of entertaining me.”

  A sharp smack on her ass had her gasping in surprise and whipping her head around to look wide-eyed at Wyatt. “You are not in our way. You are our guest for the weekend, and we feed everyone three times a day. You will, however, have to get dressed before we head over to the dining hall. After breakfast, we’ll take you on a tour of the ranch and explain why Gunnar thought we would be a good fit, beyond the obvious sexual attraction that has me wanting to do nothing more than roll you over and fuck you until none of us can walk.”

  Blaze sucked in a sharp breath as her pussy grew hot and wet. She released it on a sigh at the visual Wyatt’s words left her with. At the same time, she felt Levin’s cock, which had been stiff and pressing into the cleft between her ass cheeks, grow even more.

  When Levin’s hand slipped down the front of her body to cup her mons, she moaned again and shifted against his fingers. But somehow, she moved wrong, and instead of trying to entice the men into making good on Wyatt’s words, she gasped and froze as her ribs protested the movement.

  “Shit, I’m sorry, little one,” Levin said as h
e slowly pulled his fingers from between her legs, sliding one between her labia and over her hot, wet, erect clit. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just wanted to give you a little pleasure.”

  “I’m sorry,” Blaze answered automatically as she buried her face into Wyatt’s side. She did not elaborate further on what she was sorry for.

  As if he knew, Wyatt cupped his free hand around her head and held it steady as he shifted around to lay on his side facing her. He then tilted her head back until they were eye to eye. “No apologies, pet. You’re injured, and we shouldn’t forget that. It will be a couple more weeks before you’re ready for any overly enthusiastic sexual gymnastics. For now, roll onto your back and spread your legs wide. Levin is going to apologize appropriately while he and I deal with a matter of strokes not given last night.”

  “Mmmm, sounds interesting,” Blaze said as both men moved away and she eased over so she lay flat on the bed. The covers were swept away, but the warning she saw in Wyatt’s eyes had her fighting the need to grab hold of the sheet to hide her less-than-perfect body from their gazes. Instead, she just fisted her hands at her sides.

  Watching Wyatt as he crossed to the closet across the room, her eyes widened when he flipped a switch to light the small room. The wall she could see was covered with more implements than she’d ever seen in one place before outside of a sex toy store. Floggers and whips shared space with paddles, rolled-up lengths of ropes in a rainbow of colors, and other implements she wasn’t sure she knew the names of. When he emerged with a length of leather in one hand, her eyes stroked over him, and she sucked in another breath. The naked man was beautiful … and impressively erect.

  “Pet, I’m going to pull you down toward the end of the bed. I want you to stay still and keep those leg spread wide while you enjoy as many orgasms as you can reach while I punish my boy. Do you understand?”

  Blaze blinked and nodded. “Yes, Master Wyatt.”

  “Good girl,” he said with a smile before turning his attention to the man standing at the end of his bed with his legs parted, hands behind his back, and head dropped so far forward that he was staring at his long, erect cock.

  “Slave, I’m going to give you ten to clear the books and another five because I’m sure you’ll earn them by the end of the weekend. Your job is to pleasure our pet and bring her to at least two orgasms. And no coming for you.”

  The power in Wyatt’s voice had Blaze shivering in response. Her pussy clenched with a want she had not felt since before Andy’s death, and she assured herself it was all right to let herself go with these men. This was what Master Z would want for her.

  “Yes, Master,” Levin answered softly.

  “Good boy. Now bend over the mattress.” Wyatt pointed to the end of the bed. “Pet, you just stay where you are.”

  Wyatt was demanding her submission, and though mischievously bratty more often than not, she was a submissive through and through. Any thought of arguing bled away and left her body demanding Levin’s touch. She shifted on the bed, surprised that the past few minutes had shot her close enough that she had to fight the temptation to slide a hand between her legs and finish the climb herself.

  But that was not her job. Her job was to be still and accept what these two men were about to do to her.

  She was so lost in thought she jumped and meeped when Wyatt gently wrapped his hands around her ankles. Blinking, she stared down the bed, seeing him standing behind Levin, who was bent over the bed, resting his wide, muscled upper body on his elbows and licking his lips as he stared at the space between her legs. She swallowed hard as Wyatt slowly pulled her down the length of the mattress until Levin’s breath began to gently flow over her wet centerline.

  Wyatt then took one ankle and, bending her leg, placed it on Levin’s back, just below his neck. The second ankle joined it a moment later.

  “Think you can hold that position, or should I tie you?” he asked, looking at her. “I don’t want to hurt your leg with the belt.”

  Blaze shifted her back and hips into a more comfortable position before answering. “I can hold it, Master Wyatt.”

  He patted one ankle with a grin that sent a shiver through Blaze’s body straight to her clit. “I’ll hold you to that. And remember, any misbehavior on your part over the next couple of weeks will be punished, eventually.”

  “Yes, Master Wyatt. I understand.”

  After giving her a nod, he stepped away and turned so his back was to them. When he returned to take up his position beside Levin’s kneeling form, his mood had shifted, and he was all hard-ass dominant.

  “Well, boy, what are you waiting for? You’ve got a woman to please.” His voice had a rough edge to it as he rubbed a hand down Levin’s back to his ass.

  Levin did not respond. At least not verbally. Instead, he leaned down and gently, delicately stroked the tip of his tongue from her taint between her cunt and asshole up, up, up the center of her groin to the knotted-up ball of flesh of her clit, which he batted back and forth several times, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

  A thick finger sliding into her open, wet pussy was all it took to shove her into the first orgasm she’d had in nearly a year. It rolled over her with the strength of a charging bull, causing her to cry out with the instantaneous intensity. Her hips began to move, canting up to press harder against that magic tongue while, at the same time, she tried to fuck herself on the finger that slid out, only to return with a friend, stretching her channel in the most delicious fashion.

  In the background, she heard smacking. Levin’s breath grew heavy against her pussy as he received and accepted his punishment. He impressed her when he didn’t bite her or cause her pain in response to the pain being given to him. Instead, his tongue batted her flesh a little harder, his fingers fucked her with a little more power, and he kept her orgasm rolling through her.

  When he did take a break to breathe through a pain, it gave her a moment to try to catch her own breath. She was gasping and panting so hard and fast she was certain she would be passing out from it at any second.

  She heard Wyatt when he said, “Bring her down slowly, boy,” but did not understand the meaning until Levin gentled his touch. His fingers slowed as they twisted back and forth while easing in and out. His sucking became gentle licks, which grew lighter and lighter until he finally lifted his head from between her legs, kissed her bare mons, and then rested his chin there.

  “Feel better?” he asked softly. She saw he had tears tracking down his cheeks, but he looked nearly euphoric from his punishment than anything else.

  She was still trying to get her brain to function after he’d blown it up, so she nodded with a grunted “Uh-huh.”

  “Would you be interested in a little more fun?” Wyatt asked as he emerged from the closet having returned the belt to its place on the wall.

  “As long as I don’t have to jump up and run anywhere,” Blaze answered with a touch of snark in her tone, still feeling a little loopy.

  “Oh, no, pet, you’ll stay right as you are, but I want to fuck you while you suck Levin’s cock. The boy took his punishment well, and I want to give him a treat before we head out for the day.”

  Blaze nodded. “I could do that, Master Wyatt.”

  “Good girl. Now just relax while we reposition you just a bit,” he said.

  The two men worked together, and in less than a minute, she was lying across the foot of the bed, her ass in one corner as she held her bent legs to her chest. Levin stood but did not move closer, keeping his long, hard, angry-looking cock well out her reach.

  “Okay, pet, now can you pull your legs farther apart? Yes, just like that,” Master Wyatt instructed as he gently eased her legs so her knees were on the outsides of her breasts, pressing the fleshy mounds closer together. “Damn, that’s a beautiful sight. When you’re feeling better, I’m going to suspend you tied just like that.”

  Blaze could not help the moan that emerged at the image or the gush of fluid that spilled
out of her pussy and down over her back hole. Her hips began to move up and down in supplication as she watched Wyatt sheathe his cock in a condom.

  A moment later, she moaned as his mushroom head found its way into her pussy, pausing a moment at the entrance as Wyatt leaned over to look her in the eyes. “Are you sure about this, pet?”

  “Oh, yes, please fuck me, Master Wyatt. It’s been so long.”

  He nodded before his hips begin to press forward. Their moans harmonized as his cock pushed smoothly in, in, in, slowly filling her completely. Once he was buried deep, he stilled, giving her body time to adjust to the intruder.

  Closing her eyes, Blaze took a breath and tried to relax when her sore muscles twinged, reminding her that she was still recovering. She opened them again when warm fingers stroked across her cheek before turning her head. She looked up into Levin’s hungry face, still glistening with the remnants of her juices. Her gaze then dropped to the long, thick cock that was just inches from her nose.

  Smiling, she parted her lips and stuck out her tongue in an invitation, which he immediately answered, easing forward until his cock filled her mouth. She closed her lips around the head as she licked at the tip, savoring the drops of precum that covered it. With a soft moan, she moved her head in an attempt to take Levin deeper.

  At that moment, Wyatt moved, drawing her attention back to her pussy. Then Levin shifted deeper, filling her mouth completely as Wyatt pulled back until only the head remained inside.

  The two men moved slowly, one moving in as the other pulled out before then reversing directions. Then hands began to trace over the rest of her body, stroking over her belly, covering her breasts, and playing with her balled-up nipples.

  She had never been the focus of two men before, and it quickly drove her back up the mountain of arousal. Releasing one leg, she reached up and cupped Levin’s balls, rolling and playing them as she continued to suck and lap at his cock. At the same time, she clenched her pussy around Wyatt’s driving cock, determined to give these men as much pleasure as they were giving her.