by BJ Wane
Her deliberate use of boss instead of sir drew his scowl before he shook his head, clasped her hand and opened the door into the club room with a smirk. “If you want to start racking them up, then by all means, do so.”
Probably not a wise idea, she admitted even as her heart rate picked up speed as she peeked inside the playroom. The same as last week, the sheer pulse of the place seeped under Sydney’s skin the moment she stepped inside. A good crowd already filled the space, and as Caden drew her toward the bar, he stopped to say a word or two to friends and to introduce her. She didn’t try to keep track of names, or even say much in return to the friendly greetings and welcomes. What would be the point of making new friends when she might be leaving soon? Another pang tightened her stomach, but she shoved it aside in favor of getting the most out of Caden’s attention as possible.
Sheriff Monroe beckoned them over to the bar as he nudged a stool out, and it took Sydney a moment to stifle a flare of resentment over the way he’d tattled to Caden after his keen observation locked on to her upset state yesterday. She understood the two of them were close, but that didn’t lessen her disgruntlement. Connor manned the bar, his Stetson tipped low, shielding his eyes, but the tight set to his jaw revealed he wasn’t in his usual, light-hearted mood tonight.
“What’s wrong?” Sydney asked him before Caden distracted her by pulling her in front of him on the stool, his arm coming around her waist to draw her back until her buttocks nestled against his groin.
“Let me guess,” Caden drawled above her head, his voice carrying a hint of concern. “No Annie again tonight.”
“We’re no longer seeing each other,” Connor clipped, his tone discouraging further inquiry. “What can I get you, sweetie?” He held out his hand for the punch card that would limit her to two drinks.
“A beer, anything light, please.” Even though the previous night’s excess kept her from wanting to indulge again tonight, Caden’s fingers toying with the top button of her sweater until it popped, prompted her to order something with a kick.
Conscious of both Grayson and Connor’s eyes on her, Sydney peered up at him with a quirk of her mouth. “You’re not wasting any time, are you?”
“You’re the one who addressed me improperly right after I told you the correct form of address.” Caden kept his eyes on hers as he slipped open the next button and brought his beer to his mouth.
“I have a feeling this one will keep you on your toes,” Grayson commented as Caden released the third button.
“She’s run me ragged for two weeks, and now she’s keeping things from me. What should we do with you, Sydney?” Caden murmured in a low, seductively conversational tone. The last button popped free and he spread the sweater open, exposing her bare breasts, when one word registered with a fiery response between her legs.
“We?” Sydney’s gaze flew to the sheriff’s, and his stern frown didn’t bode well for what they planned for her. Yet, instead of becoming leery, she thrilled to the prospect of another new experience. She didn’t lust after the other man, not the way she had Caden from the moment she clapped eyes on him through the window. But she doubted there was a woman alive who didn’t fantasize about two men doling out double the pleasure.
Running a rough finger over one turgid nipple, Caden replied, “You also refused to come clean with Grayson, so I thought it only fair he takes part in your punishment.”
With a nod from Caden, Grayson leaned forward and plucked the beer from her hand. She didn’t get a chance to ask why before Caden leaned her back, over his arm. With a glint in his eyes, he slowly tilted his beer bottle over her up-thrust breasts, leaving her just enough time to suck in a deep breath before the cold trickle drew a startled gasp. The sheriff leaned forward, shackled her wrists in one hand and dipped his head to lap at the spilled alcohol, stroking everywhere except over her aching, rigid nipples.
Caden bent to her ear. “Isn’t it nice of him to clean up my mess, Sydney?”
Nice? Not when he continued to avoid two of her most sensitive areas that throbbed for a touch. Connor’s low chuckle earned him a glare from her. “You too?” she asked, her face heating even though she couldn’t resist the urge to shift her torso toward Grayson’s lips. The not so innocent maneuver brushed one nipple against his stubbled cheek, the abrasion sending sizzling sparks of pleasure straight down to her core.
“I always enjoy a good punishment scene.” Connor thumbed back his hat, his look both caring and disapproving.
Caden delivered a sharp slap on her thigh, diverting her attention with the quick, painful burn. “It looks like we have to restrain more than her hands, Grayson, since she can’t be still.”
Lifting his head and licking his lips, he nodded in agreement. “She did make it difficult for me to concentrate.”
Bemused, turned on and a touch miffed, Caden caught Sydney off guard again when he righted her, slipped off the stool and tossed her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing, one arm wrapped in a tight band around her legs. But her mortification and indignity didn’t stop there.
“Here, let me,” the sheriff offered, flipping up her skirt.
“Caden!” The only thing her squealed protest earned her was another sharp slap on her thigh. Adding to both her embarrassment and arousal, he brought his free hand between her legs and teased the entrance to her pussy with light strokes while they ascended the stairs to the loft. Sydney kept her flaming face down, her eyes on Grayson’s jean covered legs as he followed them.
When they reached the upper floor, Grayson caressed her buttocks, saying, “I’ll pick out something that’ll decorate this pretty ass nicely.”
“Meet us at the Wheel of Misfortune,” Caden said.
Sydney refused to ask him what that was, instead closing her eyes as he walked across the loft, stopped and lowered her to her feet. Blood rushed south then swept back up to her face as she opened her eyes and saw a large wagon wheel hanging a few inches off the floor. All but four spokes had been removed, these spread wide enough apart to provide large spaces in between. A smaller wheel with writing along the spokes and a flap attached in the center sat propped next to the bigger apparatus.
Turning questioning eyes up to Caden, he spoke before she could voice her misgivings about the contraption. “You have me worried about you, and I’m not used to fretting over a woman. It’s your fault you’ve come to mean so much to me, and your fault for pushing until you ended up in this position. Remember the safeword and either say it or strip.”
He didn’t look happy about his feelings, and neither was she. Not because he too meant more to her than she’d planned for, but because she knew better than him this couldn’t go anywhere. Removing her clothes, she avoided looking at Grayson when he returned carrying a round leather paddle that made her buttocks clench. She would deal with the repercussions of her feelings when she left. Tonight, she yearned for as much attention from her rancher as she could get.
Caden looked at Grayson and nodded toward the smaller wheel. “You can do the honors while I prep my sub.”
The sheriff removed the toothpick from his mouth and slipped it into his pocket. “Glad to.”
Grabbing her hand, Caden tugged her next to him and cupped her breast, his thumb strumming her nipple. “He’ll spin the wheel and whatever position the flap lands on will be the one we’ll restrain you in on the wagon wheel. Don’t worry, the spokes were sanded smooth to negate the risk of splinters. Now, bend over and grab your ankles. Any time you want to tell us what happened yesterday, say so and we’ll stop.”
Humiliation heated her face, but Sydney refused to utter red, no matter how much that order tempted her to. She didn’t know which disconcerted her the most, bending over or the different prospects awaiting her with the apparatus. Grabbing her ankles, she was grateful for the way her hair shielded her face from what they were doing. She heard the small wheel spin then held her breath as Caden spread her buttocks and inserted a row of greased, cool balls inside her. Unab
le to hold still against the strange invasion, she swayed her hips, the move rolling the foreign objects against the tight walls and ultrasensitive nerves along her rectum.
“What the heck are those things?” she gasped as Caden helped her upright, her entire body quaking from the tiny sparks of pleasure the anal toy produced.
“Vibrating anal beads, but I haven’t turned them on yet.” He glanced at the smaller wheel as the fast twirling slowed and then stopped. “It looks like you’ll be starting in the ideal position.” Caden and Grayson exchanged identical smirks, leaving her to wonder if the sheriff hadn’t taken liberties with his spin.
Sydney didn’t protest when they bound her facing the wheel, stretching her arms up and out along the top spokes before cuffing her wrists and then doing the same with her spread ankles. She had little time left with Caden and planned to soak up every minute of his attention she could get before she moved on, even if she trembled inside over what they might do because of her silence about her troubles.
“Perfect.” Caden stepped in front of her and her heart turned over at the tight set to his mouth. With her arms bound on the two spokes, her breasts were thrust forward, aligned just right to it make it easy for him to tug on her nipples.
“Ca… Sir,” she corrected when he scowled. “What…” She broke off with a startled cry, the smack Grayson delivered with the paddle catching her unaware. Hissing in a deep breath, she struggled with the burn before the painful pleasure took hold.
“The paddle is worse than my belt, but not as bad as a flogger, or cane. We can switch to one of those if you don’t tell us what we want to know.” Caden reached into a pocket and in the next instant, small pulsations rippled up and down her rectum as the beads set up a vibration against sensitive tissues she could feel in her sheath through the thin membrane separating the two orifices.
“Oh… crap.” Sydney’s low moan followed the next swat, both cheeks now throbbing along with her rectum. Caden’s fingers plucked at her nipples, adding to the bombardment of sensations slowly robbing her of cognizant thought. She averted her eyes from his rugged face, not trusting his probing gaze, or her ability to resist giving in to him.
“Talk to me, darlin’,” Caden insisted before bending and drawing one beaded tip into his hot mouth.
She could feel the strong, suctioning pulls on the tender bud all the way to her toes, the warm pleasure overridden by the next, painful smack of the paddle. “Please, I… can’t,” she pled, wishing different circumstances had brought her to the Dunbar Ranch, and to her rancher.
“Why?” Grayson nipped the soft spot where her shoulder and neck connected, his hand caressing her heated buttocks.
Shaking her head, Sydney fought off the desire to share her burden and remained silent. They couldn’t help her out of her dilemma back home. Despair dampened her eyes and need threatened her determination to keep from revealing her uncle’s machinations. That need increased when Caden swore and delved between her legs to tug on her swollen clit and the sheriff delivered yet another blistering blow to her ass, and her sanity.
“I just can’t… Caden, Sir, please.” Unable to voice her concern over her plight or the desperation to lose herself in the pleasure only he could drive her to, she yanked on the restraints and looked into his eyes. “Please.”
Chapter 6
Caden’s frustration with Sydney’s stubborn silence rose another notch. The need to learn what could have happened to upset her so much warred with the driving force to lay claim to her once and for all. She surprised him with the way she’d maintained her stoic resolve to keep him in the dark given what he and Grayson were putting her through. Since his patience was wearing thin, he deemed it time to up the ante.
“My turn to spin the wheel,” he said, yanking on her hair and then stepping over to the smaller wheel. He spun it, the odds in his favor of it landing on a position convenient for what he wanted to do next. Smiling at where it stopped, he moved in front of her again and reached up to rotate the large wheel. “Head down, literally,” he warned before turning the apparatus until she dangled with her head a few inches off the floor. “Perfect.”
“For what?” she gasped, her heart thumping in rapid rhythm beneath his hand as he reached down and squeezed one breast. The bonds were snug enough to hold her without undue pressure or discomfort, at least not on her limbs. Both her libido and sanity were another matter.
“Oh, a little of this,” Grayson interjected, nipping one reddened buttock.
“And a little of this.” Caden flicked the anal beads up a notch and bent his head to lick up her damp seam and then dip inside her slick pussy to tease her clit before pulling back. “Ready to talk yet, Sydney?” He pinched her ass when she shook her head, her breathing escalating as he added a finger to his tongue delving inside her. Grayson kept his own hands busy on her breasts while tracing his mouth over her butt. The two of them had enjoyed many years tormenting reluctant women into submitting to their demands and knew what they were doing. The curl of jealousy in Caden’s abdomen took him by surprise however, but then, it shouldn’t have. He should be used to the unexpected emotions she pulled from him by now.
Sydney quit pleading aloud, but her body spoke in eloquent demand for her. A light sheen of perspiration coated her soft skin, her pussy’s slick, grasping heat, and the little mewls of pleasure that accompanied each stroke over her puffy clit all telltale signs of her heightened state. Caden nipped at one smooth fold, enjoyed the catch in her throat, and then plundered her depth with three fingers.
“Anytime you want to spill the beans, we’re all ears,” he said above her saturated flesh. Wrapping his lips around her clit, he drew on the delicate, hypersensitive nub until her whimpers turned into cries and a gush of liquid heat filled his mouth.
“I don’t know,” Grayson put in as he took another bite out of her ass and reached down to squeeze her breasts. “I’d hate for her to stop my fun now.”
“I…God!” she exclaimed as Caden upped the vibrations of the anal beads one more time and plowed her pussy with deep, forceful plunges. He tortured the tender flesh of her clit with a scrape of his nails and then pulled back as her damp muscles contracted with small spasms. “Okay! I got a message from… back home I didn’t… like,” she stammered, her confession easing his guilt, her next pitiful, whimpered plea shredding his need to push for more. “Please.”
Caden nodded at Grayson and stepped back, even though he suspected there was much more to Sydney’s upset yesterday. She’d never spoken of her family or hinted at where she hailed from. Understanding family dynamics, and the desire to keep them between family members, he relented in pushing for more as there was always tomorrow to delve deeper if he found it necessary.
With a slow spin, he righted Sydney’s body and they both worked to get her down. Her flushed face revealed a combination of relief, irritation and desperate need, all of which he planned to do something about without his friend’s help.
Grayson cupped her face and kissed her slow and deep and then nodded at Caden. “Later,” was all he said before strolling away, leaving Sydney to fall against him when her legs refused to hold her up.
Scooping her up, he carried her over to a spanking bench, laid her down and released his engorged cock. Her thighs fell open as he sheathed himself, the blatant invitation also reflected in her eyes and in the cream oozing from between her swollen labia. Grasping under her knees, he brought her legs over his shoulders and leaned forward to thrust inside her grasping pussy. “Now, darlin’, right now,” he growled in demand, withdrawing and then plunging, over and over, his vigorous assault inching her up on the bench until he grabbed her ass and held her groin tight against his. He could feel the pulses of the anal toy through the thin membrane separating her orifices, the tight clutches of both holes pushing him to the edge. His grunts mingled with her pants, the glaze in her eyes matching the mindless ecstasy spinning through his head. The bench shook from his hard, carnal fucking. The unexpected pain
of Sydney’s small teeth sinking into his shoulder caused him to see stars with his explosive climax, the exalted pleasure more than anything he’d experienced before.
Caden awoke to an empty bed, missing the warm softness of Sydney’s body curled against him. One night, the only entire night he’d spent with a woman in his bed, and the longing to repeat it couldn’t be denied. A door opened and closed, followed by low voices echoing from down the hall. Glancing at the time, he couldn’t believe he’d slept past seven a.m. The only mornings he indulged in an extra hour of sleep were Sundays when the ranch chores consisted of feeding the livestock not already grazing in the pastures. Rolling out of bed, he dressed and padded into the kitchen to find Connor and the live-in hands already eating.
Sydney stood, picking up her empty plate and smiling at him. “Don’t worry, we saved you plenty.” She breezed by him as if nothing had changed between them, and that just pissed him off because everything had changed. By the time he discussed the day’s agenda with his brother and then ate, he was the last one to remain. He carried his plate into the kitchen where he found her at the sink, gazing with an expression of longing out the window.
“I didn’t want to ask in front of the hands,” he said, setting his plate down and wrapping one arm around her waist to pull her back against him, “but how are you this morning? Any problems?”
“Just a little sore.” She turned her head up to him, her look now teasing. “But I kind of like it, even if you were mean last night.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Don’t keep things from me and I won’t have to be.”
A shadow crossed her face, but she smiled and drawled, “Really?”
“Yeah, okay, I still might be, but only for fun, not to pull answers from you.” He kissed her before pulling back. “I’ve got to run…” A shout from outside drew his frowning gaze out the window to see several of the younger hands riding in from the north pasture, their faces masked with anger and concern. “What the hell? Excuse me, darlin’.”
