by Lexi Blake
“That was why I didn’t tell you.” Beth’s arms wound around Bo’s waist. “I thought you would walk away. I’m sorry.”
“Trev assures me he isn’t going anywhere for a while,” Bo replied, trying to gauge Trev’s reaction.
Trev’s hand came out and smoothed back Beth’s hair. “You accepted me as your Dom. That means you accept all the shit storm that comes with it. Do you want me to leave? Because this could be bad for you. The people in this town will give you both hell for being involved with me.”
Bo seemed to be forever in this position. But now he had a ready answer. “They can go fuck themselves.”
Beth smiled. The expression held a confident grace he’d never seen on her face before. “What Bo said.”
“Then come in the house.” Trev turned on his heels and started for the door.
Bo looked down at his best friend. “Are you sure about this? You seem to care about him. If you want, I can walk away, and I promise we’ll still be friends.” He couldn’t stand the thought, but he was beginning to understand this stuff. She should have all the options laid out. She should know what she was getting into and that the men she was getting involved with wanted her to be happy.
“I do care about him. I think I’m falling in love. I know I’ve never met anyone like him, but I love you, too. And he’s not staying here forever. He’s moving west in a year. He told me. He could teach us a lot. I want to explore this thing.”
He heard the urgency in her voice. “You want to try this out? You want me to spank you? You want me to tie you up?”
He wasn’t so sure about it. His cock was sure. His cock was ready for anything that got it closer to her pussy, but Bo wasn’t sure. He’d known real violence. Could he really give her what she seemed to need?
“I want to try.”
He laced his fingers through hers. Trev was waiting at the door. “Then we’ll try.”
He was done being selfish. His selfishness had kept them apart for years. She’d given so much to him. How could he refuse her?
Trev’s eyes nearly bore a hole through them as they walked up. He seemed different than before, stronger, more in control. He seemed to be bigger, taller, as though he took on extra height the minute he decided to become the Dom.
“The rules haven’t changed, Beth. Don’t think because Bo is with us that it changes anything. You know what to do when this door closes, and you know what position I want you in. I require obedience tonight. You’ll have pleasure, but I’ll have submission.”
Position? She was going to get into a position?
She nodded, her face tranquil as she passed him. She didn’t seem even close to nervous. A calm had settled over her that he didn’t feel yet. Trev stopped him, putting a hand on his chest and allowing the door to close.
“Give her a minute. We should talk.”
God, the man was going to talk him to death. Plain old vanilla sex had way less talking. “I thought we already did that.”
“I’m going to be rough with her. I need you to watch her. You’ll see what she wants.”
Rough? He wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that. “You haven’t known her very long. How can you be sure what she wants?”
“Years of training. I know you think this is all bullshit, but I’ve spent years watching submissives. Watch her. See what she needs. Sex isn’t some bodily exchange. It’s a dance, and she needs you to lead.”
Fuck. He was a terrible dancer. He had two left feet.
Trev laughed as though he could read his mind. “You’ll be fine. Give her what she needs, take care of her, and then it will be your turn.”
“Why the fuck are you doing this? Don’t give me that crap about this is what Mou…Beth needs.” It was too perfect. He couldn’t trust it.
Trev suddenly stared at something in the distance. “She does need you. And maybe I need you, too. I’m always so close to the edge. It’s always right there. I’ve fucked up so many times in so many ways, and I can’t even give a good excuse for it. All of my life I was the golden boy.”
And all of Bo’s, he’d been the damn whipping boy. He opened his mouth to explain that his position had been worse, but Trev kept talking.
“I was the one everyone looked up to. I was the one who would win the game. I was the one who scored near perfect on my SATs. I was the one who got all the girls. And all I wanted was a damn beer because it was too much pressure. I couldn’t handle it. What other people saw as this charmed life, I knew it was one long fall waiting to happen. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the game. But I hated the other parts. I hated the pressure. I hated the fact that I couldn’t trust a single person around me because they all had an angle. You didn’t have an angle.”
“Sure I did. I wanted to learn from you. Hell, in some ways I wanted you to protect me.” It was sad, but it was the truth. Maybe Trev hadn’t had it so perfect.
“And apparently I didn’t do a good job of it.” Trev sighed, some of his confidence gone.
And he finally understood Trev McNamara. Trev McNamara felt too much. He wasn’t a man who could accept the gifts he’d been given with a laid-back air. It was too much for him. He didn’t feel he’d earned it no matter how much time he’d spent in training. He’d been surrounded by people who didn’t truly love him, who’d used him, and he’d felt it too much. He’d deadened those emotions with alcohol and drugs.
A deep calm settled in Bo’s chest. He’d had the opposite problem. He’d never been wanted by his father. His mother had died long before she could have branded him with love and affection. His brother had cared, but he had his own life. Bo had deadened the pain by withdrawing, even from himself, by floating through life, trying to get along, never fighting.
Beth had done the same. She’d allowed things to happen to her rather than stand up for herself because she’d never been taught how. Her parents had been quiet academics in a town where no one valued them.
Aidan was right. He needed Trev, but by god, he’d figured out that Trev needed him, too.
“I won’t let you fuck up. I know I’m smaller than you, but I swear I can be meaner. I see you come close to a beer, I’ll find a way to kick your ass. And I’ll be here to take care of Beth. You don’t have to worry about that.”
The Dom was back. “See that you do. Keep your mind open tonight.”
Trev was doing that whole “intimidating” thing Aidan did whenever he was about to go to the barn. Bo knew what went on in the barn, and it wasn’t anything having to do with the ranch. The barn was his brother’s personal dungeon. Trev was prepping for some play, but Bo hadn’t missed the way his eyes had softened at the promise of an ass kicking.
Trev opened the door, and Bo walked through feeling infinitely better. He supposed when his brother had talked about the lifestyle, he’d always thought he’d get ground beneath “the Dom’s” boot. He wasn’t a Dom. But he wasn’t exactly a sub, either. Not once had he thought that he could bring something to the relationship. Trev might be the only Dom in the world who needed what Bo could give him.
Then he wasn’t thinking about anything but the woman on the floor in front of him. He’d thought he was hard before, but the sight of Beth naked and waiting had his balls drawing up.
Beth sat in the middle of the hallway completely naked. Her spine was straight, but her head bowed submissively down. Her hair was a soft halo around her head, falling to her shoulders and brushing her breasts. Fuck. He was looking at Beth’s breasts. Free from confinement, they were more beautiful than he’d imagined. Round and soft, with pretty pink nipples that begged to be pulled between his lips and suckled. She’d hidden that gorgeous body underneath shapeless dresses and bulky blouses. Now he could see how her small waist curved into feminine hips.
“Very nice, love.” Trev put a hand on her head. “Spread your legs a little. I see you did as I asked.”
“Yes, Sir. I shaved.”
Trev tipped her head up. “You’re beautiful, Beth. Your pussy looks lovely.”
She smiled and her eyes came back to Bo. “He said I looked like Sasquatch.”
Trev coughed. “I didn’t put it like that.”
She shrugged. “It’s okay. I didn’t have any reason to groom down there before. I like how it feels.”
Trev’s eyes narrowed. “Did you touch yourself?”
“I’m not sure how else I was supposed to shave,” she replied.
Trev’s hand bit into her hair. “You know that’s not what I’m asking.”
“He wants to know if you masturbated.” Bo was well aware that his voice had taken on a dark quality. He was primed to fuck, but Trev was going to make him wait. Well, maybe he could play this game, too. “He wants to know if you touched your pussy, if you played with your clit. Did you touch it, Beth? Did you circle it with a finger and then shove that same finger deep inside your pussy? Did you get creamy and wet? Did you fuck that finger until you came?”
Beth’s eyes were as wide as saucers as she looked up to him. “No, I just shaved. But that sounds real nice, Bo.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” Trev had a steady smile on his face. “Tell me something, Bo. Have you ever seen a pussy as pretty as this one? Spread those knees and show him.”
After only a moment’s hesitation, her knees widened, and he had to catch his breath. Her pussy was a work of art. It was plump and yet delicate. Her skin was a glorious pale ivory, but he could see the pink from her pouty folds. She was already turned on. She was already aroused, and no one had touched her. Trev was right. She needed this.
And he needed her.
“Wider.” The word sounded foreign coming out of his mouth. He didn’t recognize the deep tone. “I want to see more.”
“Obey the man,” Trev commanded. “He tops you. I suspect he could be convinced to spank you, as well.”
She would want him to. Aidan teased Lexi about it all the time. Every time he mentioned spanking her, Lexi’s face would flush. Beth’s fair skin flushed now, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t with embarrassment.
“Show me, or I’ll give you five,” Bo demanded.
Trev chuckled. “A whole five? We need to talk about proper punishment, partner.” His expression changed, and his voice took on a deep, slightly sinister tone. “That will be twenty for you, Beth. That makes forty because you already have twenty coming from lying to me earlier today. And at least an hour without an orgasm.”
Beth’s knees spread wide really fast.
Her clitoris was a jewel at the top of her pussy, poking out of its little hood. It was pearly and pink at the same time, shining in the low light from the moisture that already coated it. She looked primitive and tempting sitting there, presenting her pussy to him. He stood over her, looking down at the gift being offered to him. He felt bigger than he had before, oddly stronger. Trev had asked him a question.
“No, I’ve never seen a prettier pussy. I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman. I think this one might need two men to take care of her.”
Trev got to his knees behind her, his palms finding her torso and skimming up until each hand held a breast. Her whimper went straight to Bo’s cock. She shivered as Trev flicked her nipples with his thumbs.
“I can tell you this pussy is tight. So fucking tight, and her breasts are very sensitive. You liked me sucking on your nipples, didn’t you?” Trev asked.
Her eyes closed as Trev rolled her nipples. “Yes.”
Bo watched as the fingers playing with her tightened, and Beth let out a hiss. She seemed to understand what that punishment meant.
“Yes, Sir,” she corrected.
Trev continued playing with her breasts, but his eyes came up to meet Bo’s. “She calls me Sir when we’re playing. Would you like her to call you Sir?”
He shook his head. “No. I want her to call me Bo. I want to hear my name when I’m fucking her.”
Trev nodded shortly, and then his mouth was close to Beth’s ear. “Say his name, darlin’. He wants to hear it.”
Her mouth curved, her pink tongue coming out to wet her lips. “Bo.”
She’d said his name a thousand times, but never with the breathy anticipation she used now. She’d transformed from the quiet little mouse he knew to something different. She was submitting, but she seemed to find strength in it.
“Let’s get the hard part over with,” Trev announced. “On your feet. Go and grip the back of that monstrosity of a couch and present that ass to your Masters. It’s a count of forty, and then tomorrow we’ll discuss this situation further. You aren’t allowed to hide things from us. Not ever.”
She pouted up at him. “I didn’t want Bo to get hurt.”
Trev hugged her, his arms going around her torso. “I understand that, darlin’. I really do. But I can’t allow it. Bo, what would be worse? Being injured or knowing she was being hurt and you couldn’t do anything?”
No question. “I couldn’t live with myself if she’d died in this house and I was driving away. My life would have been over.”
“I feel the same way,” Trev added. “I appreciate that you don’t want us hurt, but you can’t take away our right to protect you. Protecting you, making sure you have what you need, knowing that I’m important to you—these are the things a Dom gets from the relationship.”
“You seemed to get a little more than that last night,” she said, biting that hot bottom lip.
Trev’s hand smacked her ass, but there was a smile on his face. “I’ll get that, too. You could turn into such a brat. I’m going to enjoy watching you grow. Now, do as I told you. I want to get to the part of the evening where I fuck you.”
Beth held out her hand toward him. Bo moved close and helped her up. He took the opportunity to pull her close. He wished he’d been smart enough to chuck his clothes, but he could still feel the way her nipples poked at his chest.
“You want to get spanked?” He needed to hear her say it. He wasn’t sure exactly what was going to happen, but he was nervous about it.
“Yes. I know it’s weird, but I think I’ll like it,” she admitted.
“No more waiting. Do as I told you.” Trev’s impatience was etched on his face.
Trev strode across the room and picked up a leather bag. He unzipped it as Beth let go of Bo and walked to the living area of the house. It was dominated by an antique-looking sofa. It was the type of sofa that went in old-fashioned parlors, when the lady of the house would serve tea or something. Maudine Bellows would probably roll in her grave if she knew her perfectly kept parlor was being used as a place to spank her home’s new owner. He was pretty sure Maudine had never grasped the wooden back of the sofa and arched her back, presenting her ass high in the air the way Beth was. Of course, Maudine Bellows had probably never once had the look of anxious anticipation that lit up Beth’s face.
He let his fingers find the buttons of his shirt. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. He wanted to feel that soft skin against his. He chucked off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. He noticed Trev had removed his as well, though he had folded it. Bo picked his up and followed Trev’s example, folding it neatly and making a pile of his clothes. Trev worked methodically, as though he had all night and he would take every second of it. Bo was impatient, the need to fuck riding him hard.
“She’s sweating. Trust me, the anticipation of what we’re going to do to her is going to make it even better.” Trev was down to nothing but his jeans, and even those were unbuttoned. He reached into the leather bag and pulled out a small piece of pink plastic that had been rolled in a towel. “Hold it by the base. I bought it earlier today. I was late getting home because I had to drive two towns over to find a toy store. It’s been sterilized. I don’t want to have to stop to do it again.”
“Sterilized?” Bo held the stiff plastic by the base.
Trev grinned. “Oh, yeah. Trust me, she’ll be grateful I’m a deep believer in sterilization when I shove that up her ass. We have to make sure every toy is fully cleaned. Thank god. I thought I
forgot the lube. That would have been embarrassing.”
Bo felt his face nearly go up in flames. Forgetting the lube was embarrassing, but shoving a piece of plastic up his girlfriend’s ass was perfectly normal?
“It’s the only way to prepare her. How did you think this was going to work? Did you think we would take turns? We will tonight, but eventually we’ll take her together. That’s what a ménage is, Bo. Are you sure about this? If you like, we can simply date her separately. I don’t like that option, but having let her know she could have us both puts me in a corner.”
He’d known this would happen. He’d known what Aidan and Lucas did to Lexi. It wasn’t that he was against it. But it certainly wasn’t something he’d ever thought he would do. “No. I want to do this.”
“Excellent. Then let’s get her punishment out of the way.” Trev strode forward after handing him the tube of lube.
Yep, he’d fallen down a rabbit hole. When he’d woken up this morning, the last thing he’d thought he would be doing by midnight was holding a butt plug and a tube of lube, getting ready to watch his best friend get her ass spanked by a former professional quarterback. Of course, he’d woken up in jail with his face way too close to Brian Nixon’s butt crack. This was a definite upturn in his day.
Trev stood over Beth, his big body making hers seem small and delicate. There was no way to mistake the erection the man was sporting. It matched his own.
Trev’s hands ran down her spine toward her ass. He cupped the globes and leaned over to kiss that place where her back flowed and curved into the cheeks of her ass. “Your safe word is ‘bunny.’ If you say the word ‘bunny,’ I’ll stop everything I’m doing and we’ll talk. We’re going to take this slow. We’re going to find where your boundaries are. And then I’m going to push them. You can make as much noise as you like tonight, darlin’. There will be times when I demand silence, but not tonight. We’re pushing Bo’s boundaries tonight, too. It’s a count of forty, and then I’m going to work a plug into your ass.”
