by Jane Jamison
He closed in on her. “Girl, are you lying to me again?”
She adopted a coquettish look and tucked her head. Batting her eyes, she peeked at him through her eyelashes. “Uh-huh. I guess I’m just a bad, bad girl.”
“You sure are.” Bill grabbed her arm and pulled her against his chest. “And you know what happens to bad, bad girls, right?”
She pouted her lips, and he dropped his gaze to them just as she’d hoped he would. “What?”
“They have to be taught a lesson.” He took the collar of her shirt and tugged. The material ripped away, leaving her breasts exposed as the strips hung down to her waist.
“Holy shit,” exclaimed Carter.
Bill nodded at him as he took her breasts in hand. “You can say that again.”
Yet when she reached to put her hands around Bill’s neck, he took them and forced them down. “Not yet, baby. We need to get you ready.”
“Ready how?”
He stepped away from her then faced her again. “Take your clothes off. All of them.”
Her heart picked up speed as the heat swelled in her pussy. “What about you three?”
“Just do as he says, baby,” added Carter.
Taking hold of the strips of her shirt, she pulled, tearing them away at a slow, tantalizing rate. She fondled one breast while pulling the material on one side then switched to do the other side. Unable to tear the hem, she slipped off the remaining parts of the torn shirt, held them up to cover her breasts, and then, with a flourish, threw the shirt into the air.
William and Carter started to move closer, but Bill backed them off. “Give her space, guys. Don’t rush this.” He thrust out his chin. “Keep going, baby.”
She slipped her thumbs under her waistband of her jeans then eased them over to the button. Parting her lips just enough to let the tip of her tongue peek out, she undid her jeans.
“What do you have on under there?” William spoke his words in a whisper, but they were filled with yearning.
“Just wait and see.”
“Seems to me that we’re the ones getting the punishment.” Carter blew out a ragged breath. “Waiting is killing me.”
“Then don’t wait. Grab those things we left on the back porch, bro.”
Carter mumbled a curse, then brightened and hurried to the back.
“What things?”
“Don’t worry, babe. You’ll find out soon enough.” Bill lifted his eyebrows, urging her to go on.
Sela unzipped her jeans then let the material fall open. Bill’s and William’s gazes dropped lower, zeroing in where the zipper had stopped, just above her mons. She smiled, but she doubted they noticed.
Slowly, she inched the jeans over her hips until the crack of her butt showed. A moan from Carter showed that he’d returned and stood behind her. She started to turn around, but Bill nixed that idea.
“Uh-uh, baby. Don’t turn around. You still have work to do.” He motioned to her feet as he tossed his cowboy hat to the side. “Shoes off.”
She toed her running shoes off then kicked them away. Then, with a wicked grin that mimicked his earlier one, she wiggled her ass and let her jeans fall to the floor.
“Damn.” William’s exclamation held every ounce of his desire.
“You should see her ass,” breathed Carter.
“I will.” Bill stepped in front of her. “But first things first.”
She gasped as he fell to his knees in front of her. But when she reached out to him, he pushed her hands away.
“Carter, use the piggin’ string to tie her hands behind her.”
“Piggin’ string? Should I be offended? Do you think I’m fat?”
Bill slid his hands over her thighs to claim her butt cheeks. Carter took her arms and brought them behind her as he wrapped a piece of leather around her wrists. “Of course you aren’t. Piggin’ strings are what cowboys use to hog-tie calves.”
“Somehow that doesn’t make me feel any better.”
But Bill did. He slipped his fingers under the lacy trim of her thong then yanked on the material and tore it away as he’d done her shirt.
“By the time we get done, I’m not going to have any clothes left.” She inhaled as he brought his mouth to the crease between her leg and her mons. “So is tying me up part of the punishment?”
If it is, I want to get punished a lot.
Bill didn’t answer. Instead, he groaned then slid a tongue along her inner thigh. Goosebumps burst out, chilling and warming her at the same time. She struggled to free her arms, wanting to touch him.
“Spread your legs.”
She did so as Carter pressed his bare chest against her back then took hold of her breasts as he nibbled on her shoulder. “Hey, when did you get undressed?”
“Shush.”
She did. Not only because Carter told her to, but because she suddenly lost the power of speech as Bill pulled her pussy folds apart and slicked his tongue over her clit. Her body reacted and wetness flowed. Whether it was from her juices or from Bill’s tongue, she wasn’t sure, and she didn’t care.
She leaned her head back, loving the way Carter pinched her nipples and squeezed her breasts as Bill sucked and licked her clit. Carter nibbled on her earlobe after sweeping her hair out of the way. His cock, hard and long, pushed against her butt crack, and she opened her hands, trying to get a hold on it. He adjusted his body so that she could.
“That’s it, baby. Rub it. I know you can’t stroke it with your hands tied, but just having you touch me is good.”
Bill tightened his hold on her ass and pulled her forward. Her legs weakened as he devoured her, adding a thumb to her throbbing clit as he lashed his tongue into her pussy. She cried out as her body jerked through a small climax.
“Come on, guys. Give your cousin a little action, too.” William edged closer.
Bill turned her loose then stood. Her juices glistened on his mouth. “Fair is fair, and we do need to get into the real punishment.”
She started to speak when he crushed his mouth to hers. The taste of her own sweetness mixed with his tangy flavors when he swept his tongue into her mouth. She moaned, and he moaned in return then nibbled at the corners of her mouth.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he stepped back. “She’s the best thing you’ll ever eat, cuz. Enjoy.”
William tugged off his shirt, not even bothering to take off his hat first. His hat and shirt fell to the floor. His hard body shone, highlighting his cut form as he took Bill’s place and sank to his knees in front of her. Where Bill had started gently, he began rough, pulling her folds apart then sucking hard to bring her clit into his mouth.
She trembled as the sensation of one man fondling her breasts and one man eating her out rippled through her to meet in her stomach.
“Watch me, baby.”
She did, her attention centered on Bill as he lazily dragged his shirt over his head then dropped it to the floor. His light blue eyes twinkled as he slid a hand over his massive chest and toned abdomen, enticing her to do the impossible and touch him. She licked her lips then let out a whimper as William added two fingers to her pussy.
She followed the trail of dark hair from his belly button down as Bill popped the button on his jeans. Then, taking a cue from her, he slid the zipper down inch by agonizing inch. He pulled the flaps wide to expose more of the dark, curly hair.
He bent over, giving her a good look at how wide his shoulders were, and tugged his boots off. Straightening up, he pushed his jeans to the floor. His cock, erect and flying high, burst outward and pointed right at her.
She moaned then forced her gaze down to see William’s blond head moving as he licked her pussy, drinking her juices up. Her voice was low and husky. “Someone please fuck me.”
“Get up, William. It’s time she learned not to lie to us.”
William and Carter turned her loose. “So far I really like the punishment.” She gave William and Bill a sultry look. “But I don’t thin
k I’ve learned my lesson yet.”
“We’ll see about that.” Bill took her by the hair and yanked her forward to the couch. “Tell me, Sela, have you ever been ridden rough?”
She’d never have thought she’d like any man treating her as he was doing, but she did. Every time he tugged on her hair, she felt a renewed flash of lust. “Maybe. It depends on what you mean by rough.”
Bill’s cock rubbed against her thigh as he bent her body over the back of the sofa. “If you’re not sure what I mean, then you’ve never had it done to you. I think you’ll like getting it rough, but you let me know if you don’t.”
Her belly rubbed against the leather couch as he yanked her head back. “You’ve been a bad girl, Sela.”
The emphasis he put on her name told her he was still thinking about her lie. She promised herself that she’d do anything she could to get him to forget about her lie. But she knew it would time. Time she would gladly give.
She wiggled her butt against his cock, letting his smooth hardness tantalize her. “Teach me a lesson, Bill. I want all of you to teach me a lesson.”
He leaned over her and put his mouth to her ear. “That’s what we plan on doing.”
She was breathing heavily when he pushed away from her and tugged her head back even more.
“Carter, give me the rope.”
Rope? But my hands are already tied.
She gasped as Bill circled a lasso around her neck. The coarse material scratched her skin, and for the first time, she thought about telling him to stop. But she needn’t have worried. Carter moved next to her and slipped a cloth around the loop to keep the rope from scratching her. She relaxed, realizing once again that these men would never hurt her.
The thought of how much she actually trusted them hit her, making her wonder when and how she’d started believing that. She’d lied to them because of her past, but somehow they’d broken through the barrier enclosing her heart even without her realizing it. She’d never trusted any man completely, not even Grisham, but now she was thinking that she could trust these men with her body and her life. Maybe even with her heart. But for her, trusting was much harder than loving.
“Take it easy, baby. Any time you want to quit, you just say so.” Carter fondled her breast then pinched her nipple. He gave a slight jerk on the rope, but it didn’t tighten. He’d knotted it so that it wouldn’t come close to choking her. He tossed the end of the rope so that it lay along her spine.
Bill released her hair and used the rope to keep her head up. “But I sure hope you won’t want to stop.”
“William, grab a spatula from the kitchen.”
A spatula? What did he want that for?
Carter moved around the couch then hopped on top of the cushion. His cock bounced in front of her face. “Suck on me, baby.”
He held his cock for her as she opened her mouth and drew it in. He was musky and tangy, and as she sucked, she drew in the taste of pre-cum.
She was at their mercy, but she’d never felt safer. Freer, in fact, and willing to give herself to men she’d known for only a short time.
But isn’t that what I’d hoped for all this time? Aren’t these the men I sensed existed, but never believed really did? But is this for real? Can I trust myself enough to fully trust them?
She wrapped her tongue around Carter as he moved his hips back and forth. He swept her hair to the side then dug his fingers into it to help her keep her head up.
“That’s it, bro. Damn, but she looks good sucking on your cock.” Bill slid a palm over her butt cheek. “Her ass is so fine. Just perfect for spanking.”
Spanking? So he really means to spank me?
The sharp pain of a slap on her ass made her jerk, losing hold of Carter’s cock. She craned her neck around to see Bill with a spatula in his hand, his face tight with need, his attention locked on her butt.
William eased to her side and put his hand under her to play with her tits. “Hit her again, Bill. Her flesh is pretty and pink.”
Bill’s cock rubbed against the crease between her butt cheeks. “Yeah, it’s quite a sight. But I need some lube, man. Grab it, will ya?”
“When did I become your lackey?” William grumbled a curse but moved down the hallway toward her bedroom.
When he returned, he came back to her side and played with her nipples, pinching and twisting them to give her zings of sexy pain. She pulled Carter’s cock back into her mouth as Bill slid the cool gel around her anus and into the tight, muscled area.
“Easy, babe,” cooed Bill.
Yet she couldn’t help but let out a yelp as he eased his cock into her ass at the same moment he flicked the spatula against her skin. The surprise of his entry was forgotten as his cock set up a friction that sent wicked heat spreading outward.
“Suck on me harder.” Carter took her other breast but kept supporting her head. “That’s it. Yeah. Take my skin off if you can.”
She mewled then accented that with sounds of “uh” as Bill drove into her, moving faster, thrusting harder. He was a machine without the need for rest as each shove pushed Carter’s cock deeper into her mouth.
William groaned and squeezed her breast hard. “When they’re done, I’m going to put you on top and let you ride me. I want to see your face when I make you come.”
Bill kept going, driving into her with an ever-increasing frenzy. Her belly rocked back and forth over the smooth leather as Bill yanked on her rope. Carter gripped her hair, and she felt his body tense.
“I don’t know how much longer I can take it.” Carter groaned his complaint as he pulled his cock out then stumbled off the couch, holding his shaft in his hand. His body shuddered as his release overwhelmed him. “Damn it. That’s not how I wanted to get off.”
But she couldn’t see him. Instead, Bill pushed her farther over the couch until all she could see was the back of the seat. He pounded into her, pulling the rope back to balance him as he let out another thwack of the spatula to warm her ass.
She cried out, but if she could’ve spoken, she would’ve told them how much she loved the spanking. Her flesh burned with each slap of the utensil, and she still wanted more.
“Ride her, Bill. Ride her as rough as you can.” William was to her left somewhere, but she couldn’t see him.
Bill landed the spatula against her butt cheek, closer to her thigh as he leaned over her. She felt him tug on the rope as though he was tugging on a horse’s reins. “Do you like getting spanked, babe? The more lies you tell, the more I’m going to spank you.”
She vowed right then and there to tell a lie each and every day. But only one they would recognize as a lie.
But how many days would that be? Will I be gone today? Tomorrow?
A tear came to the corner of her eye that had nothing to do with the delightful pain another spank gave her. She loved her life as a pop star, but would she still love it if the Richland men weren’t around? Could she love any life without them in it?
Another spank jerked her out of her thoughts as Bill rammed into her again. His balls struck the backs of her legs, and she could feel his abdomen flex as he kept his body against hers and drove into her again. And again.
Her pussy tightened as a climax barreled its way outward. She cried out, but the sound was muffled against the seat.
Bill jerked against her, his thrusts coming in short blasts right before he pulled out and spread his cum over her back. The sweet, musky smell filled the air as the warmth trailed between her ass cheeks.
Then, all at once, he left her as she stayed bent over the couch. But not for long.
William tugged her up and turned her to face him. “Damn, but you’re beautiful.” He used a towel to wipe away Bill’s seed then took the rope and led her around the couch.
She was a slave to her master, but the true power was within her. They could pretend to dominate her, but the more they did, the stronger she felt.
Stopping her in front of him, William sat down then motioned for her
to get on top.
“Saddle up, darlin’.”
She did with his help since her hands were still tied behind her. His cock slid into her pussy, and she laid her head back and let out a cry as he drove it deep inside her. She clenched her pussy muscles around his cock just as she pushed her legs against his. His thrusts drove her upward, bouncing her and reminding her of her ride on Sugar.
“That’s it, Sela. Ride him.” Carter, who had taken the spatula from Bill, flicked it against her bottom, giving her added spice to all the sensations dominating her body. He put the spatula against her again, and she cried out in pleasure.
William took her breasts in hand and brought a nipple to his mouth. He sucked, flicking his tongue over the tender bud, as he gazed up at her. His blue eyes darkened with lust as he rammed into her.
She couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but let her emotions and her body’s reactions take over. She was riding him rough, but it was really William who was doing the real riding.
He slammed into her again just as Carter brought the spatula down on her butt cheek. She cried out, but her cry was soothed as he bent over and bit into her flesh. “Damn, but your ass is tight. Next time, I’m going to fuck you from the front and the back.”
Bill’s laughter came from somewhere behind her. “Big talk from a little man.”
But Carter didn’t take offense. Why should he? He was shorter than the other two men, but he wasn’t little in any sense of the word.
William slid his tongue from one nipple to the other and dug his fingers into her butt. His hips moved up and down, the muscles in his chest flexing with every thrust. She tugged on the bindings around her wrists and wished she could flatten her palms against his pecs.
“Please, untie my hands. I need to touch you. I need to feel you.”
Carter yanked on her hands, freeing her, then added another spank to her butt. She leaned forward to rest her hands on William’s chest and pushed out her butt, coaxing yet another slap of the spatula against her flesh.
William’s cock filled her pussy and pushed to the very core of her. The pleasure he gave her spiraled outward to mix with the sting of the spankings and formed a feeling she’d never experienced. Her heart raced as she drew in long breaths filled with the aroma of her sex mixed with the heady scent of cocks and cum.
