Texas Blaze

by Cooper McKenzie

  Blaze looked from Levin’s wrist back to Wyatt for an explanation. “While Levin will always be submissive to me as his Master, tonight, we will both be focused on our roles as your dominants. Therefore, my collar is on his wrist to remind him and not around his neck to announce my ownership of him. You, on the other hand, I wish I could post a sign over your head to tell the world that you belong to us.”

  Blaze could not help smiling at the visual even as that tightness eased a little more. At the same time, her heart warmed with the knowledge that these men really did want her in their lives.

  “You’re late,” Gunnar said as he approached with Jillian following in his wake.

  Wyatt turned and shook his friend’s hand before nodding, giving Levin permission to do the same. The women smiled a silent greeting to each other before turning their attention back to the dominant men they belonged to.

  “We’re here now, so calm down,” Wyatt said as he wrapped one hand around Blaze’s upper arm. “Levin, grab the bags and a stool and meet us on the back deck.”

  Blaze noted that Levin did not give his normal answer of “Yes, Master.” Instead, he remained silent, just nodding before he picked up the two bags the men had brought with them. He then walked away, looking nothing like the slave he had been last week.

  Blaze knew that feeling. She felt nothing like the broken woman she had been the last time she had visited the club. When Wyatt began walking, she followed a pace behind and just to his right. She followed him across the club’s main room and out the back door to the patio, where people were already starting to gather for their demonstration.

  When Wyatt looked at her and pointed, she knelt and worked to blank her mind as the men finished setting up the scene. A moment later, Wyatt made the introductions while Levin offered her a hand to help her rise.

  “Ready, little one?” he whispered into her ear once she was on her feet.

  “Yes, Sir Levin,” she said, smiling up at him.

  “Safe word?”

  “Red, Sir.”

  He brushed a kiss on her lips and squeezed her hand. “Good girl. You’ll do great. And afterwards, Master has a surprise planned.”

  Blaze’s heart jumped as she glanced in Wyatt’s direction. He caught her gaze and gave her a smile and wink before turning back to their audience.

  * * * *

  Wyatt stood back and watched as Levin finished the last knots on Blaze’s left leg before moving to stand behind the woman. She was tied securely, her arms behind her back, her lower legs tied to her thighs.

  Stepping to her side, he touched her fingers and toes and saw they were pink and warm and there were no problems with her circulation. Touching her cheek, he forced her to open her eyes and look at him, showing that she was floating in a happy place cocooned in their ropes.

  The black material of her sports bra and boy shorts showed through the ropes and she was ready for the next part of their evening, though first he had to get the crowd to disperse so they could carry their woman off to be alone.

  “Thank you all for your attention. Master Gunnar will be available in the main club room for anyone with questions. Have a spanking good evening,” he said with a smile.

  The crowd applauded politely before slowly dispersing. By the time Levin packed up their bags, they were alone.

  “I’ll take the bags, and you bring our pet,” he said when Levin straightened.

  “Where are we going?”

  “The pyramid on the far side of the tiny house village. No one knows about it, yet, so we should have enough privacy to take our girl on a trip she won’t soon forget,” Wyatt said with a smile as his already hard cock twitched in his jeans.

  “Okay, little one, time to take a trip,” Levin said as he carefully picked the still bound Blaze up from the stool.

  “Mmmm, where we going?” she asked, opening her eyes and looking around. She tried to move but was bound too tightly to do more than wiggle a bit.

  “Shhhh, I’ve got, sweetheart. We’re going to find a bit of privacy for your surprise,” Levin said as he brushed a kiss on her forehead.

  “Mmmm, okay,” she said, relaxing into the big man’s arms.

  Wyatt smiled to himself as Levin headed through the few people on the patio and down the path that led toward the site where a half-dozen guest houses had been built. As of yet, they had not opened the houses for weekend occupancy, but he knew it wouldn’t be long before members began requesting to use the weekend accommodations.

  He exchanged nods with Master Gunnar before following a moment later. Reaching down, he shifted his erection into a more comfortable position, smiling as a pair of submissives blinked and then giggled as he passed them.

  He couldn’t wait to see Blaze in flight and then, along with his boy, claim her in a manner none of them would soon forget.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Levin carried Blaze to the clearing where the pyramid was set up. Lights in the trees focused on the pyramid that filled the center of the small area. The pyramid was four heavy metal posts driven into the ground so they came together at the top, which was about ten feet above the ground. This permanent structure had a cap at the top with good-sized welded rings on four sides and one under the peak through which ropes could be threaded in order to suspend someone. Looking at the metal chains with an inverted T-bar at the bottom, he realized that Wyatt must have coordinated with someone to come and prepare the pyramid for their fun.

  “You okay, little one?” he asked as he came to a stop underneath the T-bar.

  “Yes, Sir,” she murmured softly, her head shifting on his shoulder as she lazily looked around.

  “You’ll be even better in a few minutes,” he promised.

  She sighed, a happy, relaxed sound that shot lightning straight to his groin.

  When Wyatt joined them a moment later, the man dropped their bags well out of the square under the pyramid. He opened one and pulled out a hanging rig they’d used before. Levin watched as the man grabbed the T-bar and did several pullups on it before dropping again and quickly adding their hanging rig to it. He then repeated the weight test before looking his way and nodding.

  “It’s ready,” he said with a hungry smile.

  “So is she,” Levin responded. “Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

  “Ready for what?” Blaze asked, still sounding a little out of it.

  “Ready to fly and take your men together,” Levin said as he brushed a kiss on her forehead.

  Blaze looked around before asking, “Fly? Together? Can we do that?”

  “Oh, yeah, baby. That’s exactly what you’re going to do. For now, all you have to do is relax and let us take care of everything.”

  Levin carried her to the center of the pyramid and shifted her so Wyatt could connect the carabiners attached to the rig to the steel rings they had placed in the ropes just above her shoulders. When he nodded, Levin slowly let Blaze down, ready to tighten his hold if anything went wrong. He saw the scissors sticking out of Wyatt’s back pocket, just in case.

  “Let her go,” Wyatt said from where he stood behind her.

  Levin slowly took his hands away, allowing Blaze to hang free and slowly turn as the chain and rigging took her full weight.

  “Wheeee,” she giggled as she slowly swung.

  At Wyatt’s nod, Levin stepped around her suspended body until they were shoulder to shoulder. The each reached out with a hand and stopped her twisting so they were face to face.

  “Hello,” she said with a bright smile.

  “Hello, pet. What’s your safe word?” Wyatt started the conversation.

  “Red, Master,” she said with a sigh.

  “And where are you now?” Levin asked before Wyatt could.

  “Green, Sir. Green, green, green,” she said in a singsong manner.

  Levin leaned in and kissed her, deepening the kiss and continuing until they were both breathless. Then he stepped back and opened his shirt and jeans while Wyatt kissed their woman.


  A ripping sound filled the silence, and he frowned at Wyatt, who grinned back.

  “Special panties,” Blaze giggled as he moved around behind her to investigate.

  “Damn, girl. Where did you get these from?” Levin asked, earning himself a dark look from Wyatt.

  “I made them. My su’prise for you,” she said with another giggle. “Well, that and the plug that’s filling my ass.”

  Levin ran a hand down her back and between her cheeks, which were nicely spread thanks to the frog-legged position they had bound her legs into. When he reached her pucker, he found a warm circular smoothness covering it.

  “Shit, she does have a plug,” Levin reported as his cock stiffened further and began to throb with the need to fuck this beauty.

  Wyatt reached between her legs, and after slipping his fingers between her lower lips, he traced his way back to the plug as well. “Well, that certainly moves things along,” he said, his voice dropping to a deep darkness that sent additional steel to Levin’s cock.

  Levin stood and stepped back, pulling a condom from his pocket. After sheathing his cock, he moved forward and turned the suspended woman to face him. “I’m going to fuck this beautiful pussy,” he said as he reached down and slid two fingers into her. He waited until Wyatt donned his own condom then added additional lube before he said, “While Master claims that beautiful ass. Is that agreeable to you? And when we’re done, we’ll release you and go back to the clubhouse for a drink while we discuss your decisions.”

  “Mmmm, sounds like a plan, Batman,” Blaze said with a giggle.

  The giggle abruptly stopped with a gasp when Wyatt moved in behind her. Her eyes widened, and her hips began to wiggle in her bonds, and he could tell Wyatt was fucking the plug in and out of her ass. He continued watching and knew exactly when his Master pulled the plug from her ass, quickly replacing it with his own cock.

  “Ooooo,” Blaze sang as she looked up into his eyes, her own growing wider by the second. “He’s big.”

  “Just wait until we’re both in you. Then you’ll know full,” Levin said with a chuckle as he stepped forward.

  Bending his knees slightly, he guided the head of his cock to her wide-open pussy. Rising, he slowly pushed up into her, his own breath stopping at the tight fit. Once he was in her to the root, he looked down into her lust-glazed eyes.

  “Give me a color, little one,” he said through teeth gritted tight.

  His balls were already drawing up. The muscles down his back tightened at the feel of her pussy muscles contracting in waves around him.

  “Green,” she breathed before tilting her head to the side as Wyatt began to nibble on her neck.

  Levin nodded his approval but held still, waiting for permission from Wyatt to move. Instead of giving him the nod, he felt Wyatt’s cock through the thin barrier that separated them as he pulled back then eased forward again.

  Then Wyatt gave him the nod. Having to focus on staying on his feet as he slowly withdrew and then reversed course to fill her pussy again kept Levin from blowing too soon. Wyatt then moved out and then in, and it was Levin’s turn again. They kept their movements slow and easy as they slowly fucked their girl together.

  Levin slid a hand between their lower bodies and began to diddle with her clit, which had a near immediate effect. Blaze’s breath stopped, and then the muscles that wrapped around his cock tightened around him to the point he was afraid to move.

  And then all hell broke loose as the caveman’s instinct to rut blocked out all other thoughts. He began sliding in and out of her pussy faster and faster. At the same time, Wyatt did the same thing.

  When Blaze rolled over into a second, even more intense orgasm, Levin felt his body follow her over. Three quick forward snaps of his hips and he roared as his body locked with his cock buried fully in her body. He looked over her shoulder at Wyatt and saw his Master was holding in his own screams of release but had indeed found his own pleasure in their woman.

  When his body unlocked and his legs went weak, Levin wrapped his arms around both his subbie woman and his master as he fought to stay on his feet. It took nearly a minute before strength returned to his body and he was able to ease his slowly softening cock from Blaze’s pussy.

  Kissing her lips gently, he smiled down at her completely relaxed expression. “One way or another, I’m keeping you,” he whispered. “We’re keeping you and loving on you forever.”

  “Thank you for adding the we,” Wyatt said as he stepped back, obviously quicker in his recovery than Levin, though he did stumble as he made his way to their bags and the wet cloth in a zip-lock bag that was waiting to clean them all up.

  After stripping off the condom and packing it back into the plastic packet it came out of, Levin accepted a cloth and hissed as he cleaned up.

  He then helped Wyatt clean up their girl, who was dozing in her bonds before they set about releasing her from the ropes that looked so damn good on her his cock twitched with renewed interest.

  “Shouldn’t we just take her home instead of trying to talk tonight?” he asked once they were headed back to the clubhouse.

  * * * *

  Blaze’s brain came to life like a light being flicked on. Lifting her head, she looked around, surprised to find they were back in the clubhouse, in the conversation area that she was coming to think of as theirs. Shifting under the fuzzy blanket that was wrapped snuggly around her, she felt cloth between her legs, her shorts having obviously been reconnected again.

  She then turned her attention to the two men who were sitting side by side on the couch, with her draped over their laps. She didn’t want to interrupt their kissing but felt they needed to know she was back with them.

  “Hello,” she whispered, causing them to break the kiss that was turning her on just watching it.

  “Welcome back,” Wyatt said with a grin. “How do you feel?”

  “Amazing,” she answered with a grin.

  And it was true. The racing thoughts and worries she’d had before coming into the club were quieted, and she was more certain than ever that her decision to be with these men was the right one, as long as they felt the same way.

  “Ready to talk?” Levin asked, looking a little hesitant.

  She bit her lip as she nodded.

  At that, Levin looked to Wyatt, who smiled at the man before standing with her in his arms. After setting her down next to Levin, he moved to sit on the coffee table, facing them.

  “Okay, there are several ways this can go, and you’re the one who has to choose. First, we can continue like we are, playing here on weekends only. Or you can come to work at the ranch, and we keep looking for our third. Or,” he said even as he smiled when she shook her head in response to the first two options, which had her stomach knotting up in rejection, “you become the ranch social worker, play with us here, and allow us to convince you that we are meant to be a lifelong triad.”

  Blaze took a slow, measured breath in and then released it just as slowly. Then she took a second one before she said, “And what if I want option four?”

  “And what is your definition of option four?” Levin asked before Wyatt could.

  “We become a full-fledged triad as soon as possible and spend the rest of our lives rehabilitating horses and men-in-training and helping Gunnar run this place, because, I can guarantee you, the Viking Master is going to need all the help he can get once word gets out about this place.” She took another breath and then said, “Or isn’t that an option to be considered?”

  She waited impatiently while Levin and Wyatt had another of their silent conversations. Finally, Levin nodded and both men turned to face her.

  “If that’s what you really want, I think we can make it an option,” Wyatt said with a grin while Levin nodded his agreement.

  Blaze nodded with a happy grin of her own. “Yes, please, Master. That’s what I really want.”

  “I like that option best, too,” Levin said looking to Wyatt.

  Wyatt nodd
ed. “I do as well. And so that’s the option we’ll choose.”

  Epilogue

  “We’re going to have to get that new bunkhouse started,” Blaze announced as she arrived late to the weekly meeting of the Rocking JT Ranch board of directors six months later. “Either that or we’re going to have to find another ranch willing to deal with men-in-training.”

  Only Wyatt, Levin, and Blaze were present in Wyatt’s office, but after watching the ranch’s operations for two weeks, Blaze demanded they institute this weekly meeting so they were all on the same page when it came to the boys, the horses, and the running of the ranch.

  “How many?” Wyatt asked with a sigh.

  “Three boys. Ten, twelve, and thirteen. They were found living in a tent on the back side of Fort Hood. The boys refuse to be separated, and they don’t have a foster home set up to take three boys that age.”

  “When do they arrive?” Levin asked with a grin, knowing their Master would give in, even though they were at capacity already.

  Blaze smiled. “Just as soon as you and I go and get them.”

  She watched as the men exchanged a look before Wyatt sighed. He pulled out the map of the ranch so he could figure out where the next bunkhouse for men-in-training would go. At the same time, he pulled the folder of resumes she had begun of cowboys and other volunteers willing to work on their unique ranch and tossed it onto the desk.

  “Thank you, Master,” Blaze said as she rounded the desk to sit on his lap and give him a long kiss of thanks. “I love you.”

  Levin joined in a three-way kiss. When they separated, she looked at Levin and said, “I love you, Sir.”

  “Love you, too, little one,” Levin said.

  Wyatt then pushed her off his lap. “I love you both, too. We’ll be talking after dinner about this penchant you have for not asking permission before you make these unilateral decisions. Now get going and bring home our boys.”

  “Yes, Master,” Blaze said with a giggle as she hurried from the room with Levin on her heels.