by Jane Jamison
The bunkhouse, the place where she and Jilly were living, was gone. Only the foundation of the small building was left.
“Molly? Molly? Are you there? Is anything wrong? Molly, damn it, talk to me.”
“Are you okay, babe?”
“Yes,” she whispered. Bringing the phone back to her ear, she gave her sister the bad news. “It looks like we’re going to have to find a new place to stay.”
“What? But why? I thought you and the guys were doing better. Did they fire you? Tell me what’s going on.”
“The tornado took the bunkhouse.” She slowly walked over to where her little home-away-from-home had once stood.
“What do you mean it took it? You mean it’s damaged? Did our stuff get messed up?”
She turned in a circle. Some of their belongings were scattered across the yard, but most of it was gone. “More than just messed up. I see your makeup case and my hair dryer. Oh, and there’s a shoe over there.”
“Whaattt?” Jilly’s voice grew shrill. “Where’d it all go?”
“From the way it is here at the house, I’m thinking most of it is strewn between here and Oklahoma.”
“Nooo. All my stuff, all my clothes are gone?”
“And mine along with it.” And yet, she didn’t feel sad at all. “It’s okay, Jilly. We can buy more clothes, even get them shipped to us overnight. What matters is that we’re all safe.”
She could hear her sister calming down. One look at Derrick, however, showed that he was doing the exact opposite. Yet the look on his face wasn’t one of anger or frustration.
Is he getting horny? “You’re right. I’m just happy you’re okay. And Caleb and Derrick, too, of course.”
Caleb had moved on to the barn. But she didn’t see any damage. Unless the horses had gotten spooked, they were most likely unharmed. “Okay, well, I’m going to go now and help the guys clean up.”
“We’ll come over and help.”
Another glance at Derrick nixed that idea. “No. It’s getting late. What’s done is done. Just do me a favor.”
“Sure. Whatever you want.”
“When you go shopping for clothes tonight, get me some things, too.” She could imagine the smile on Jilly’s face. If there was anything Jilly liked, it was shopping.
“So you trust me to pick out your clothes?”
Again, her attention drifted over to Derrick. He spoke to Caleb and, every once in a while, they’d turn and look her way. But it wasn’t the number of times they looked. It was the way they looked at her that got her blood flowing.
“Yeah. I trust you.” She did. She trusted her sister and she trusted the men in her life. “I’m hanging up now.”
“Wait. What kind of clothes do you—”
By the time she’d ended the call, Caleb and Derrick were already striding toward her.
Derrick swept her off her feet. “We’re going upstairs.”
She thrilled at the idea, but had to ask, “What about the cleanup? Are the horses hurt? Shouldn’t we check on the herd?”
Caleb stayed at Derrick’s side until he had to rush forward to open the door. “Those can wait. Just thinking about what might have happened, that you could’ve gotten hurt, made us think. We’ve treated you hard over the last few days and we want to right that wrong.”
Derrick cradled her against his strong chest as he hurried toward one of the bedrooms. She’d cleaned it a few times even though, for men, they kept it nice and tidy. Caleb opened the door, then let them go ahead of him.
Derrick tossed her onto the bed, then started tugging his shirt off. “You’re more important than the horses, the herd, or the house. The horses are fine and the herd probably took shelter from the storm. Once we’re done making it up to you, then we’ll check them out.”
“But what if one of them is hurt?”
“Quiet.” Caleb pulled out his phone started texting. “I’ll ask Alex and Mike to check on them. Their ranch butts up to ours and they’re actually closer to the herd than we are from here. Besides, they owe us for introducing them to Jilly.” As soon as he’d finished texting, he did like his brother, stripping hard and fast.
Their expressions were tense, hardened by both desire and urgency. “We can’t wait a second longer to have you. Not after what just happened. Do you get what I mean, little sub?”
She nodded, then bit her lower lip. “Yes, Master Caleb.”
“Now you’re getting the hang of it.”
She feasted on their bodies. After imaging what they’d look like without their clothes on, the pair of them standing side by side, she realized her imagination hadn’t been up to the task. Hard bodies built from hours of rough labor had toned them. Their muscles popped whenever they moved. Their lean abdomens made the wide expanses of their shoulders appear that much wider.
But it was their long, curved cocks that caught her attention. “Wow,” she whispered.
“I think our sub likes what she sees,” joked Caleb. “At least as far as I go. But don’t be too hard on him, baby. It is kind of cold in here.”
“Fuck you, man.”
If eyes alone could undress a woman, then Derrick’s already had her naked and lying spread-eagle. “It’s time for a lesson. Are you ready?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Then let’s start with the first rule. Call us sir or master. Doesn’t matter which.”
“But just at the club. Or during sex.” Caleb took hold of her feet and pulled off her sandals. “Or whenever you want to.”
“So it’s Master Caleb and Master Derrick? Would Dom Caleb and Dom Derrick be okay? How about Sir Sexy or Master Cock-a-lot?”
“Hey, as long as it’s a sign of respect.” Derrick chuckled then went around to the other side of the bed and slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders. With one quick tug, he had it pulled off her and thrown to the floor. Her bra and panties were gone with another swift tug.
Caleb opened the nightstand next to him while Derrick did the same on the other side. When they got what they needed, they crawled on top of the bed.
“A blindfold?”
Caleb lifted an eyebrow in warning.
“I mean… a blindfold, sir?”
He slipped it over her head. At first, the blackness unnerved her. But she trusted them. They were her teachers, her Doms, and she wanted to treat them right.
“Hands above your head, babe.”
“Yes, Master Derrick.” She followed his order and felt the fuzziness of fur-lined handcuffs around her wrists. She didn’t mind the handcuffs. They didn’t hurt even when she felt him wrap a cloth around them and tug her arms even higher. Pain bit into her nipples as something latched on.
“Those are nipple clamps, baby. What’s your color?”
She wasn’t sure, but she gave an answer anyway. “Green.” She waited, both fearing and wanting to experience the next sensation.
Still, it came as a surprise.
A soft touch tickled the bottom of her feet, then slid over her ankle and up the inside of her leg. Was it a feather? And if so, was the feather attached to one end of a whip? “What is it?”
“Sub, remember how you talk to us.” Derrick’s tone was filled with need. She jerked when he skimmed his tongue along her arm and down to flick over the nipple clamp.
“I’m sorry.”
“And there you did it again. Caleb, I think she needs a punishment so she’ll remember the next time.”
“A punishment?” Would it be one she liked? Or one she’d have to say red to? And then she remembered. She hadn’t said sir or master again. Just as she was about to say sir, a hand pressed against the back of her jaw and forced her mouth open. She tried to speak, tried to gasp, but the ball inserted in her mouth kept her from doing so.
At first having the gag in her mouth was uncomfortable. How would she let them know if she wanted it out?
“Take it easy, baby. We know you can’t say your color, but if you want us to stop, just make as much noise as you can.
We can tell the difference between moaning and trying to talk. If that makes sense, give it a try.”
She yelled as loudly as she could, but the gag muffled most of the sound. Still, it would be enough.
“Just lie back and enjoy.” Caleb stroked her leg, then skimmed the feather over it.
It didn’t tickle any longer. In fact, the light sensation made her nerve endings come to attention.
“Hold still.” Caleb took hold of her foot, but that didn’t prepare her for the warm wetness of his mouth covering her big toe. He held her leg still as he sucked on it, then ran his tongue along the tips of her other toes.
“Don’t mind him. He’s kind of a freak about toes.”
She would’ve laughed at Derrick if she could’ve. And then, all at once, laughing was the last thing she wanted to do. The sensation of the feather lightly brushing over her pussy sizzled through her.
How could a feather cause such an explosion inside her?
But the men weren’t about to let her think too long about it. A sting hit one nipple, then the next, giving her a completely different reaction than the feather. She moaned, the sound cut off all too soon by the gag.
Being deprived of her sight and her speech put the rest of her senses on full alert. She could feel her heart skipping a beat as it sped up. Her pulse roared in her ears. With anyone else, she would’ve been terrified to be at their mercy, but not with these men. Her men. Her Doms.
Had she really found them? Or was their relationship just a temporary thing? Derrick had talked about her being their permanent sub, but did they want her for more than sex? What if they didn’t want her as their lover and their partner in life?
If they didn’t, it would break her apart.
She drew in a breath, hoping her sense of smell would help her. It was exhilarating when Derrick leaned closer and she could recognize his scent. Sweat mixed with a unique body aroma that was pure masculinity. She sensed their movements and felt the rocking of the bed as they moved.
And then Caleb replaced the light touch of the feather with his mouth. She bucked, causing the clamps to move and send more sharp stings. But the stings didn’t hurt. At least not in the way she would’ve have thought they might. Her body sizzled with need as the aches of her nipples simmered down her body to meet with the delirious sensation of Caleb’s mouth feasting on her clit. He tugged, sucked, nibbled at her, driving her crazy that she couldn’t reach out and grab a hunk of his hair.
She cried out, the sound muffled again, and everything stopped. Damn.
“Are you okay? Holler again so we’ll know you want us to stop.”
She wanted to shout for them to continue. Instead, she remained quiet, waiting for them to understand.
Caleb chuckled and went back to eating her, drinking her juices in a very satisfied way. She spread her legs even wider, hinting for him to nibble at her tender flesh. And when Derrick put his mouth over the clamp and her nipple, too, she arched her back, thrusting her breasts out, urging him to suck harder.
She loved them. The certainty of her feelings rocked her. She hadn’t counted on falling in love. Sure, she’d hoped she would, but finding not one, but two Doms had seemed enough of a miracle. To fall in love with them had been asking too much. And yet, she had.
But did they love her?
Her tongue pushed at the ball gag, needing to speak, needing to ask them. She’d try, but she wasn’t sure she’d have the nerve even if she could speak. Instead, she yanked at the bindings holding her arms and trembled when Derrick rubbed his cock against her cheek. His pre-cum wet her skin and she ached to taste it.
She moaned again, making sure the moan sounded like a moan. To have them stop again would be too much to bear. Caleb pumped her with two fingers, but kept his relentless assault on her clit going. He was taking her higher and higher, going beyond what anyone had ever been able to do. He thrust his fingers into her pussy, slamming his fisted hand against her crotch. His tongue toyed with her clit, circling it, then flicking it until she was sure she’d climax.
She trembled when Derrick’s hand covered her breast, then played with the clamp. If they didn’t give her a cock, one way or another, she’d scream, get the gag removed, and demand that they do.
“She’s getting riled up.”
Caleb paused just long enough to answer. “And wet as all get-out. Damn, but she’s tasty.”
She almost came to tears when he lifted away from her. But she needn’t have worried. Her body was theirs and they wouldn’t let her down.
Please, please, fuck me.
“Ready, baby? Just nod.”
She nodded as hard as she could.
Derrick tore the binding off her, freeing her cuffed hands from the headboard. Picking her up, he flipped her to her side, then pulled the nipple clamps off. Her nipples stung, raw from the abuse, but oh so sensitive to his tongue as he slid it over one, then the next. She moaned and reached out for him. She whimpered as he guided her hands over his head.
“Take it easy, babe.”
Yet taking it easy was hard to do. Instead, she flung one leg over his and squirmed against his cock.
“Get the gag out of her mouth,” said Caleb.
She was relieved, working her jaws after Derrick took it off her. “Can I have the blindfold off now, Master Derrick?”
“It looks like she’s learned her lesson, bro.”
Derrick tugged off the blindfold. She blinked at the light pouring through the slats of the blinds. “Ready, sub? It’s time to fuck your brains out.”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice came out a whisper, but the words sounded firm, resolute.
Keeping his gaze with hers, Derrick reached down and guided his cock inside her pussy. She gasped. Even having seen his cock, she’d misjudged his width and length. He filled her, stretching her walls and setting up an amazing, burning friction.
He started pumping, slowly at first, but then, as the heat in his eyes flamed, he started moving faster, thrusting harder. He brushed over the spongy spot, daring her to let go. She gritted her teeth, then opened her mouth in shock as a cool feeling hit her butt hole.
“It’s just the gel, baby. Relax and breathe.” Caleb drew closer, his fingers working over and around the tight rings. “Easy.” He dipped his fingers into her dark hole, working her, loosening her. His cock, as long and as thick as his brother’s, pushed against the crack of her ass.
Derrick took her face in his hands, then pressed his lips to hers. She kissed him with every ounce of need inside her. And silently said the words she didn’t dare speak out loud.
I love you. Both of you.
If they never said the words to her, it would be all right. All she needed was them. Not promises or empty words to make her feel better.
Liar.
If she had to, she could live without hearing the words she longed for, but oh, how she ached to hear them.
Caleb eased his cock inside her, giving her time to adjust to her anus stretching, taking him in. She looked behind her and saw the concentration on Caleb’s face. In the next moment, her own concentration was splintered apart as Derrick drove his cock inside her.
They worked together, their bodies moving as two parts to a whole. Catching her between them, they plunged their cocks into her, threatening to split her in half when they met in the middle. Her soft uhs mixed with theirs as her body tensed, then relaxed, only to tense again. She whimpered in need and in a complaint that soon she wouldn’t be able to hold back.
“You’re ours, baby. Believe it.”
She’d already given them her body. She’d given them her heart as well. But did they know it?
“Master Caleb. Master Derrick.”
Derrick groaned, then tunneled his fingers through her hair. “Yeah?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to call you that, sir.”
“Aw, shit. That did it.” He tensed, gripping her butt cheek as he rammed into her again and again. With a groan and a curse, he pulled out and rolled away.
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Derrick pulled a nipple into his mouth and pushed a finger between her folds to play with her clit. She fell to her back, taking him with her, driving his cock impossibly deeper into her pussy.
When Derrick stilled, her body tensed one last time, then turned her climax loose. She clutched at his hair, holding him to her breast. Her body shuddered as her orgasm rolled over her and she felt his hot cum sliding down her skin.
When she could finally think again, she helped Derrick fall to her side. Caleb was back, carrying three towels. Tossing one to Derrick, he got on top of the bed and gave her the second towel.
They lay together, their breathing the only sounds in the room. At last, when she knew she couldn’t bear to stay another minute without hearing the words she yearned to hear, she held out her cuffed hands. “Please take these off me, Master Derrick.”
“Sure, babe.” He retrieved the key from the nightstand, then rolled back and unlocked them. Rubbing her wrists, he asked, “Did they hurt you?”
“No, sir.”
“I’m glad.” Caleb snuggled up next to her. “The last thing we’d ever want to do is to hurt you.”
She sighed, enjoying their bodies next to hers. “I know.”
Chapter Eight
Molly hummed even though she was knee-deep in horse shit. Nothing could bring her down after living through the tornado then finally getting to have her men. She was their sub and they were her Doms, a perfect match of three blending into one to form a new family.
They hadn’t talked about much. Instead, they’d spent more time exploring each other’s bodies until they were too exhausted to talk. She’d gotten a lot of practice in her skills in the bedroom and had learned more about being a sub.
She stood up then bent backward to ease the soreness out of her back. Using a shovel was doing hell to her fingernails, but she didn’t care any longer. If she had to muck out the stall with her bare hands, she’d do it. Anything for her men. Anything for her masters.
She grinned, liking the sound of the word. Masters. Not just one, but two incredibly sexy, caring masters.
Wow, would Mom and Dad have a fit or what?
She had to stop thinking that way. She was a grown woman with a life of her own. One she’d chosen and not one they’d thrust on her.
