Sexual Expression [Contemporary Cowboys 2] (Siren Publishing LoveEdge)

by Natalie Acres

  “I was in the bathroom grabbing some makeup and my toothbrush. He came in and he—we—had sex.”

  “Just like that? No foreplay, no nothing.” Brandon glanced over his shoulder. “I’m surprised, little brother. I figured as long as you’ve lusted after this one, you would’ve been eating her out, promising to do her every day and every night as long as she slept by your side.”

  “Make no mistake, that’s where she’ll be,” Kurt said, his voice hard.

  Brandon seemed unmoved. “How did it go, sub? You know what I want. Scenes, how you played, and what you did.”

  She closed her eyes and cocked her head. This was uncomfortable for her but Brandon didn’t care. He wanted her to remember how they broke up, severed ties, or however she would view their termination of contract, but one way or another, he planned to dismiss her and he wanted her to remember why it happened, in front of whom, and when and where.

  “He…” She took a deep breath, flicked a heated glance at Kurt and continued by saying, “He sat on the bench in front of the vanity. He—”

  “Say his name, sub. Whenever you want to say ‘he,’ make sure you tell us the ‘he’ in question is in fact, Kurt. My. Own. Brother.”

  “Brandon, this isn’t necessary,” Zak said. “I know where you’re heading with all this. I play in the community, too, but this isn’t the day for it. This is uncalled for, not to mention inappropriate.”

  “Then leave, Zak.” Brandon nodded at Coco. “Go on, sub.”

  As if the pause had given her time to regroup, Coco lifted her head and with restored confidence, or maybe it was defiance, she said, “Kurt put his hands under my bottom and sort of held me up at an angle. He then ate my pussy, licked me until I was crazy, need-ridden, and dying to get off.”

  Brandon peered over his shoulder. Kurt shot him a scowl. Liam appeared distraught. Hales and Zak might as well have given Kurt high fives given their smirks. Brandon imagined them issuing their congratulations, too.

  When the kitchen was quiet again, Brandon asked, “And did you?”

  “Did I what, Sir?”

  “Did you get off?”

  “Not then,” she replied.

  “Then when?” Brandon felt his eyes become heavy. His cock was painfully hard, rock solid. When she didn’t answer him, he stood up and rushed her. “Damn it to hell, I asked you when!”

  “If you raise a hand to her, I’ll knock you to the floor and brother or not, you’ll never get up the same way you went down,” Kurt said tightly.

  “He doesn’t hit me,” Coco said, still looking at Brandon as if she would honor him yet he knew better now. He understood her and while a part of him was hurt, another part of him was proud of her, too. He had sent mixed signals. At one time, he’d told his brothers he’d share her. He’d told her the same. Then, he’d changed his mind.

  As of late, he’d told her he wasn’t sure where their relationship was headed but he felt confident they weren’t in the same place and then he’d sent her home when his family members had been killed. He hadn’t taken her calls. He hadn’t gone to see her. He’d kept her at a distance and she most likely had assumed they were over, done.

  “Finish, Coco,” he said quietly.

  Her breasts rose and fell as she took shallow breaths. “I came when he fucked me, Sir.”

  “I see,” he said, petting her head, and watching his brothers as a mix of emotions crossed their faces. Kurt’s anger was now easily detectable in his body language.

  “You broke our rules today, sub.”

  “Yes, Sir. I broke the rules.”

  “And you know what this means. Don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her eyes watered.

  “And yet you cry for me?”

  “I cry for us, Sir. For all of us.” She studied his brothers, at least those still courageous enough to remain in the room. “Look at us. We’re a family.” She returned her focus to Brandon. “We’re grieving and yet you want to do this now. So do it.” She looked bitter then. “Per our contract, we part with a final blowjob or fuck. Which would you like, Sir?”

  “I did write that into the contract. Didn’t I?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He locked gazes with her then, trying to determine what she would want, what she would most enjoy. They shared a mutual bond that would forever tie them together. They used sex for a variety of purposes and always had. For them sex was a matter of various expressions and used for relaxation, to ease the tension, to make up, to bring them together again even if they hadn’t made up and the list of reasons and variations of those reasons ran long. They’d had a healthy sex life and because of that, he truly understood why she would turn to Kurt.

  It had been a month to the day since he’d seen her, since he’d touched her. Even though he hadn’t released her formally, he had dismissed her when she’d needed him most.

  “I’ll let you choose. Before I release you as my submissive, would you like to give me head, fuck me, or would you prefer to simply part ways?”

  Her gaze flicked to Zak and Brandon noticed. “Have you been sleeping with my submissive?”

  “No. I respect both of you more than that,” Zak said, but Zak was in the lifestyle, too. He understood the bond between a Dom and his submissive.

  His reply was a nice slam for Kurt, but Brandon didn’t say as much. Instead, he returned his full attention to Coco. He noticed the hard press of her nipples against the thin shirt she wore and wondered then if Kurt had told her to wear her breasts free and without a bra or if she’d made the choice. Either way, he appreciated the decision now.

  “What would you like to do, sub?”

  “I’ll do whatever will please you most.”

  “Anything at all?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Will you take your punishment here in front of my brothers and then suck my dick before I dismiss you?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said tightly, only her reply was recognized as lust. Others might translate it as disgust.

  “Go get the whip.”

  She left the room.

  “Are you out of your blazing mind?” Kurt’s face was red.

  “Let him finish,” Zak said, his inner Dom most likely forcing him to now show his full support of Brandon. “If you want her and I’m sure you do or you wouldn’t have spent the entire afternoon with her, let him release her the way he is supposed to. You’ll be glad later.”

  Kurt clenched his fists. “This is for me, isn’t it?”

  “No, little brother. Believe me when I tell you this doesn’t have anything to do with you at all. What you never bothered to understand is some of the Doms living here are actually in the lifestyle for real. We don’t play. We don’t practice or pretend. We live it. Now, if you want my submissive free and clear, you’ll let us formally part ways.”

  “If you hurt her, I’ll make you pay.” Kurt never flinched.

  “I wouldn’t hurt her, brother. In my own way, I love her.”

  “That’s the whole problem though, isn’t it?” Kurt glared at him. “You’ve always loved in your own way. In return, you’ve wanted everyone to bow at your feet.”

  “Not everyone,” Brandon said snidely. “Just Coco.”

  Chapter Four

  Coco returned with a single-tail whip. As she’d selected her form of punishment, it had been all she could do to keep from dipping her fingers in her panties and playing with her clit. She was hot, horny, and wanted to fuck so badly that it was almost a sin.

  Brandon had used her time with Kurt to his advantage and down deep she knew it. While he loved her in his own way maybe, he didn’t love her the way she needed to be loved and she’d always known he’d eventually release her.

  He wanted her to be happy and that in itself turned her on, made her wet and crazy with overwhelming need. More than anything else, she longed for punishment in front of the others. She needed them to see her as the subservient submissive Brandon had taught her how to be.

  She prese
nted herself to Brandon with her head bowed, her feet slightly apart, and her arms outstretched from her waist, gripping the whip he’d soon use. She was anxious about the upcoming scene, excited because his brothers would see her as Brandon had often seen her—naked, vulnerable, and willing to accept what he deemed best for her.

  “Take off your pants and panties, sub.”

  “This is ridiculous,” Kurt said.

  “I want to do it.” She kept her head bowed. She undressed from the waist down, but nervously pulled her top, keeping her pussy covered.

  Brandon stood a few inches from her. He slowly swiped his full mouth so only she could observe him moistening his lips. For a minute, she’d thought he might kiss her, but instead he held her face and whispered at her ear, “Are you wet, sub?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Are you wet from him or wet for me?”

  “I showered afterward, Sir.”

  “Hmm,” he said, reaching under her shirt and slipping his finger between her folds. “You’re still sticky. Did he use a condom?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered back, turned on because he wanted to know so much about her time with Kurt.

  “Bend over,” he said, his voice now hard, icy cold. “Spanking position.”

  She grabbed her ankles and thrust her butt up in the air.

  He ran his palm down her globe, patting her bottom before he said, “No. No. No. This isn’t right. I want them to see your ass. Turn the other way and bend over far enough for them to see your pussy lips.”

  Her heart beat a little faster as she thought about revealing herself to Brandon’s brothers, to men she knew, to men she’d considered her family, to men she’d even admitted to wanting in her bed at various times. Two of those men had obviously expressed their interest in her as well.

  “Bend all the way down,” Brandon said, patting her cheek when she obliged. “See, brothers. This is the finest piece of ass in all of Tennessee right here.” He stroked her bottom. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

  “I know it’s so,” Kurt said, a guttural voice so deep and carnal it resonated with his desire. “But I don’t have to show her off. That’s the difference between you and me.”

  Liam agreed with Kurt. Zak and Hales remained silent, perhaps refusing to comment because of the tension in the room. Their remarks didn’t matter anyway. What mattered then was the spanking, the punishment, the joy of knowing Brandon cared enough to issue her punishment before he dismissed her.

  The whip flipped and the sudden wind in the air made her brace for impact. Whish! Whish! Whish!

  “Oh God!” Her head flung forward and she cried out as the burn seeped into her skin. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her ass throbbed. Her cunt was incredibly tender. Her nipples spiked and the fullness in her breasts made her desire more impact, true corporal punishment. This moment was a memory in the making. His brothers were watching. Kurt was seeing her as Brandon had seen her. “One more, please. One. Just one, Sir.”

  “What would you do for one more, sub?”

  “I’ll suck your cock and then fuck you or your brothers while you watch. Anything, Sir.”

  Coco was a pain junkie. She got off on the pain.

  “All those promises for just one more lick?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her breasts were sore now. If she didn’t think Kurt would kill Brandon, she’d ask him to spank her pussy and whip her breasts, but she knew Kurt wouldn’t stand by and watch what he would deem abuse.

  Yet. She. Still. Craved. The. Whippings!

  “Since you may never have such pleasure and pain again, I think three more will do nicely.”

  She sighed and anticipated that first strike. The expectation then was everything. It was like a lover summoning her to bed, the promise of a day-long fuck delivering the most intimate message. It was a promise and a curse but one she needed more than she needed water or air.

  Whish! Whish! Whish!

  Her mouth fell open and she gasped, unable to breathe then as the burning sensation around her buttocks and lower belly became neutralized to the area where the whip had struck. Empowered. That’s what these spankings did for her. She felt completely empowered by her submission.

  In the moment, she realized she would never outright deny Brandon. He was her Dominant, her Sir. She was still his submissive until he released her, until he dismissed her once and for all.

  “Can I suck your cock now, Sir?” Maybe if she showed him how much she’d missed him, how good they were together, how well she could please him, he wouldn’t move forward with her imminent dismissal. Perhaps he would enjoy her more with an audience particularly if he believed she was giving him something special and remarkable, viewers to watch how well she pampered him, how much she cared for him. How good they were together.

  Kurt frowned as if he didn’t understand what was happening. She would explain it later or ask Brandon to teach him what she liked, show him what she needed.

  Brandon unhooked his slacks, pulled free his meaty cock, one she couldn’t help but admire given its perfect nine-and-a-half-inch size. She crawled up his legs, keeping her eyes downcast.

  “May I, Sir?”

  “You may, sub.” He spread his arms and propped them on the table, watching her with that restraint she’d grown to love.

  She pulled his cock free of the zipper, but didn’t ask him to remove his slacks because with an audience, he wouldn’t. He enjoyed the extra support from the bunched material, and he’d once told her how much he enjoyed whipping out his cock long enough for a suck and then tucking it back in his slacks as if he were ready to continue on with his day.

  Admittedly, that air of confidence drove her crazy, too. Memories came back in a flood of mental clippings then. She could remember various times when he’d whipped it out for her, standing in line at a fetish club, seated in a theatre, or driving down the road. She kissed his cockhead and dropped her mouth over his shaft, sucking him to her throat, now entirely back in another moment, a special time for them.

  His pre-excitement sprinkled across her tongue, providing her with his special unique and masculine flavor, dousing her taste buds with his addictive tang. She bobbed her head up and down, aware of his brothers sitting there in silence, aware of them watching her, maybe even yearning for her. She could feel the heat from Kurt’s and Liam’s burning gazes, their longing had been so apparent in the past, but there she was down on her knees in front of her Sir, licking his shaft, cradling his balls, giving him the kind of attention they, too, would adore.

  She lapped at his dick, slipping her tongue up and down his rigid shaft until he was wet from her saliva, wet and wild. He stood then and she prepared for a quick end.

  “That’s it, sub. Suck me. Suck and swallow.”

  She used her lips to add to the suction, allowing him to punch at her tonsils as he became more excited. He thrust faster, pushing her head down on his shaft. Her gag reflexes were toned and prepared, ready for him now as she’d always been ready for him in the past.

  “That’s it,” he said, cocking his head and watching her mouth. “Hmm, baby. Yes. Give it to me, sub. Give me everything you’ve got.”

  She loved it when he coaxed her. She liked the gleam in his eye as he showed her the appreciation, the way he loved having her on his cock, sucking him, tasting and enjoying him.

  He grabbed hold of the table and threw his weight forward. “Yes! Fuck yeah, sub. Mmm. Right…there. Hell and mercy!”

  His cum shot through his slit like hot lava and coated her throat with his unique release, thick and salty, deliciously his. She had been so devoted to pleasing him. She knew in her heart of hearts that she would never be as loyal to anyone else and regardless of who passed through her life, one look, one crook of a finger, and she would go to Brandon just as easily as she’d returned to him today.

  He’d been her first. For a long time, he’d been her only. He’d taught her everything and now, he would set her free as if he had never loved her at all.

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nbsp; She rose to his lap and helped him reaffix his slacks. “Do you need anything else, Sir?”

  “No, sub.” He cupped her cheek and kissed her gently. “We’ll play from time to time if your new Master allows it, but for now, you are dismissed.”

  She sank to her knees and bowed her head, understanding what all of this meant, but not expecting him to remove the collar he’d once given her. She held her tears and choked back the sobs as he removed the symbol of their commitment to one another. After the choker cleared her neck, he left the kitchen without a pause in his stride.

  Chapter Five

  “I could kill him!” Kurt paced the length of the kitchen.

  After Brandon had made a show out of degrading Coco, he’d removed the collar he’d given her and walked out of the room like he had expected her to follow him.

  Of course she did.

  She’d been following Brandon around for God only knew how long. Kurt cringed at the thought.

  “Man, he was her first.” Zak apparently thought he could be a good voice of reason. “You have to look at this from her point of view. He was punishing her for being with you and she was aware of that. When she was down on her knees, don’t think for a minute that she didn’t know it would be the last time she was servicing her Dom. She knew the score. She understood what would happen when she fucked you without Brandon’s permission.”

  “As if he would have granted his permission!” Kurt was raging mad. He stopped short of going after Brandon and giving him a piece of his mind. “Do you not see what he just did? He tried to make an act of comfort into something it was not—something terrible and dirty, despicable! That’s what he tried to make her think!”

  “I’m not sure I agree,” Zak said.

  “Ah, horseshit. Slip off your Dom-de-Dom boots for a minute and listen to yourself. You’re defending him after he dismissed her like she meant nothing to him!”

  “She means the world to him,” Dallas said, interjecting his opinion when he reentered the kitchen. “And if you ask me, everything that supposedly happened here today was symbolic.” He shrugged. “I care about Coco. I do, but you of all people know how Brandon is about her. He’s an obsessive fuck.”