No Strings Attached [Climax, Montana 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Reece Butler

  Jet and Houston may be her Doms, but Lila was the one in charge of the process. All she had to do was say her safeword and they would immediately stop. That she wasn’t doing it now, even though she complained, meant she accepted this. She was the focus of their attention. After feeling left out for so many years, she acted like she thoroughly enjoyed it.

  “You’re not being punished for riding Blue,” said Houston. “We wouldn’t be doing this if you’d stayed on the Circle C. But you didn’t. You rode cross-country, and put yourself in danger.”

  “Why was going off the ranch a problem?” she demanded. “I know every inch of that land. I’ve been riding it all my life. I know how to take care of myself, and my horse.”

  Houston’s expression said it was time Lila knew something was up. He was right. Jet moved his head a fraction in agreement, and Houston turned back to her.

  “Tank is the reason you couldn’t find a hired hand,” said Jet.

  “I knew that.” She rolled over enough to look from one to the other, eyes narrowed. He allowed it, as she needed to see their faces to understand. “There’s more to it, and you didn’t tell me.”

  “Tank’s plan was to get you desperate for help,” said Houston. “Then he’d show up, all helpful, and you’d take him on.” His voice, and posture, hardened. “He planned to force himself on you. More than once. Without protection.”

  “What?” Her face turned white.

  “He wanted to get you pregnant, Lila,” said Jet bluntly. “He knew you’d want your child, no matter what. He expected the Circle C to pay him well to sign off his rights as a father, and get out of your life, permanently.”

  She pressed a hand over her lower belly. Fear morphed into anger. She went to sit up, but stopped at his glare.

  “Why didn’t you tell me? I would have gone after him with a pitchfork!”

  “Exactly,” said Houston. “Gibson says the word is he’s attacked a number of people, but is walking around because they’re too afraid to talk to the police. That includes his mother and sister. We agreed to help set him up to assault us. Once he was in jail, Gibson hoped others would come forward.”

  Her eyes flicked around as she thought things out.

  “I still don’t know why you didn’t tell me,” she complained.

  “You’re not very good at hiding what you think,” he drawled.

  “Damn Josh Gibson!” She tried to sit up but Houston moved too fast. She scowled, but didn’t fight him. “I bet this whole thing was cooked up by Josh, trying to be the big sheriff.”

  “Along with a couple of your uncles, namely Tom and Lance. Your Aunt Marci was in on it, too.”

  She was no poker player. Jet could almost see her thoughts flow over her face as she processed what they’d told her. Her final expression was stubborn determination. He wasn’t surprised at that.

  “Since I’m pregnant, and everyone in town knows about it by now, there’s nothing to worry about.”

  “Don’t be so sure about that,” said Jet. “We don’t know how Tank will react to the news. He could storm out of Climax, back to whatever hole he came from, or he might want greater revenge.”

  “Plus, we don’t know what my mother might’ve organized,” added Houston.

  Lila groaned, shaking her head. “This is so nuts.” She blew out her breath, exasperated. “Now I know what you mean about J.R Ewing and your grandfather,” she said to Houston. “These things don’t happen in real life.”

  “It was happening, babe, but we stopped it. And now it’s my turn to spank your ass.” Houston slapped his hands together, blew on them, and rubbed hard, grinning all the time.

  “Back to this again?” she demanded. Lila rolled her eyes, but Jet could see them shine.

  “Baby,” said Houston with an evil chuckle, “you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

  Chapter 38

  “I want you naked on my lap,” demanded Houston.

  Lila, still thinking about Tank, Houston’s mother, and getting back at Josh Gibson, blinked up at him. He reached into Jet’s toy bag, the one he’d dropped beside her with an ominous clank. He lifted out a pair of crash scissors and snipped loudly.

  “You have ten seconds to strip or I’ll cut those pretties off.”

  She scrambled, not wanting to ruin the set. Moving with a newly-spanked bottom felt…different. Arousing. Or maybe anything would be arousing right now. Because her bra was so tight, she needed two hands to undo it. She gasped in relief when her breasts spilled out. She tossed it aside and quickly slipped out of her thong. She slid off the bed, dropped to her knees on the folded towel, and put her forehead on the edge. Houston grabbed the hair at her neck and pulled. It forced her to tilt her head up.

  “Eyes closed. Don’t move.”

  He placed a furry blindfold over her eyes. Because of the thick fur, she couldn’t sneak a peek under it. His hand shoved her head down again. Both men had gotten up close and personal to her pussy more than once, but having them fully dressed, and her naked in this position, sent a wave of embarrassment over her. The embarrassment, and knowledge of what Houston was going to do, turned her on even more.

  The bed sank beside her. A hand grabbed her hair again.

  “Turn around so your legs are on the bed, elbows and head on the floor. Now.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “Excuse me?”

  She quickly realized the softly spoken comment was a reminder of the order to be silent, and not a request for her to repeat her question. Tugs on her hair helped her get into position. She had no clue what he wanted with her nose in the carpet, but after that warning, was not going to ask.

  “Put her legs around my waist,” said Houston.

  Both men lifted, Houston shifted over, and then there she was, pussy pressed against his belt buckle, ass over teakettle. He pressed on her lower back to hold her snug against him and rested his other hand on her sore bottom. Any blood not pooled in her pussy rushed to her head.

  “Interesting,” said Jet, sounding as if he was in an art gallery or something.

  “She won’t be able to cover her ass in this position.” He put both hands on her cheeks and spread them apart. “I like the view.”

  “Where’s your butt plug?” demanded Jet. “I know you have one.”

  Houston’s fingers trailed between her labia, making it difficult to concentrate. He pinched, making her squeak.

  “Where’d you put it, Lila?” Houston’s finger and thumb lingered, threatening to pinch again.

  “Top drawer, at the back. Under my lingerie.”

  She heard Jet walk to her dresser, open a drawer, and then shut it. She also heard a snap of a container being closed. Houston’s deep chuckle warned her a second before a lubed finger entered her anus. She shuddered at the stimulating intrusion. A second finger entered, then twisted. She couldn’t help clenching as all those nerve endings sent messages to her brain.

  “Oh, yeah, she’s ready all right.”

  A moment later the tip of her butt plug stretched her anal ring. She hadn’t worn it in months, and wondered it if would fit. Jet took his time, pulsing and twisting the plug and playing with her pussy. She hoped they would forget about the rest of the spanks and go for the main event. Finally, her muscles closed over the narrow stem holding the plug in place.

  Houston’s shirt rubbed against her bottom as he bent over.

  “When that comes out, my cock goes in, darlin’. And that’s a promise.”

  She shivered at the intensity in his voice. A moment later she gasped when his palm hit her right cheek and pain exploded. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, determined to endure this and get it over. Unlike with Jet, every few spanks Houston stopped to play with her butt plug and pussy. Every jerk made her nipples rub against the rough towel she’d placed on the floor.

  “Done!”

  He wiggled her butt plug one more time before leaning back. Jet lifted her, flipping her over until she was standing. He held her un
til she was steady, then removed her blindfold.

  “Walk,” he ordered.

  She blinked, trying to focus. “Where?”

  “To the kitchen,” said Houston. “I want some lemonade.”

  “Make that two,” said Jet.

  If Houston was here, she realized Josh must be as well.

  “Isn’t Josh waiting for you?”

  “Yep. He said he’d work in the barn office for a bit. You’d best move quick just in case.”

  She was ultra-aware of every step across the bedroom and down the hall. Worse were the stairs, as her pussy lips rubbed against each other. She peeked out the window. She saw the official vehicle, but there was no sign of her cousin. She hurried across to the refrigerator and got out two bottles of lemonade. Going up the stairs was even worse. Not only was her pussy affected, the butt plug wiggled inside her. No, it wasn’t worse, it was a more intense form of wonderful.

  “I should do this more often,” she murmured.

  She pushed open her door, and stopped. Two sets of black leather cuffs with steel buckles waited on the bed, along with a length of yellow chain. Three pillows were piled in the center. Both men were naked, aroused, and eager. Houston grinned and motioned for her to enter, curling a finger. Jet stood with his arms crossed, tall and calm, unmoving.

  Ten minutes later she lay on her back, hips high, legs and arms wide. She yanked her wrists and ankles, but they barely moved. They’d also put the blindfold back on. The only part she could wriggle was her bottom, but she didn’t want to because her cheeks were sore. She clenched her internal muscles and the plug moved. She held back a moan.

  “Ain’t that a purdy sight. Lila looks good enough to eat.”

  “Me first,” said Jet. The bed shifted as he settled between her legs. He inhaled, then blew across her hot, wet lips. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, as if to himself.

  She held back an automatic denial. No one but doctors had seen her from that perspective. She’d expected no one ever would. She cringed at what he must think. Like the rest of her body, her pussy lips were too big. They hung down, all floppy, nothing like the neat hotdog buns she saw on the porn sites she’d looked at out of curiosity. Plus, she had hair, and they were bald. And she was sure she had a pimple on her bottom, right where—

  “Stop thinking, Lila. Concentrate on my touch.” She was so wet Jet’s fingers slipped easily between her lips. He tugged gently on them. “We need to get some jewelry for these big pussy lips. I’ve seen some clip-on chains that would look great dangling right here.”

  His tongue took over from his fingers, flicking over her clit. She arched her back, gasping.

  “Nipple clamps, too,” said Houston. “I saw some clothespins in the laundry. They’ll do to start.”

  Clothespins? On her nipples? There’d be nothing clipping her pussy lips! She barely held back a squawk of outrage.

  “From Lila’s expression, she isn’t too wild about the idea,” said Houston with a chuckle. “How about a set of rubber rings with a chain between. She can wear them under her dress when she goes to town. Get a waist chain that dangles to her clit as well.” He tugged her hair. “You’ll be needing more dresses. Loose ones we can flip up whenever we want. ‘Course, you’ll wear nothing between your waist and boots. We need easy access at all times.”

  His hand skimmed across her breast. He caught the nipple between his fingers and squeezed. Jet placed his mouth over her pussy and sucked. She couldn’t grip the sheet for something to hold onto, so made fists in her cuffs.

  Houston put both hands on her breasts, tantalizing her with a too-light touch. His snicker proved he knew she was frustrated. Jet was doing something with his tongue on her clit that drove her wild. Spelling out the alphabet? His fingers explored her pussy while his other hand played with her butt plug.

  Tension coiled, tighter and tighter.

  “You want to come, Lila?” murmured Houston. “Nod if you do.”

  She nodded so fast her hair scratched against the sheet. They intensified their efforts. She arched, gripping Jet’s fingers and the plug with her muscles. It was so close, she could almost…

  They stopped. She waited as her heart pounded, ready to explode.

  “You think Stella Elliott will bring me some of those molasses cookies?” asked Houston. “Josh said she dropped some off at his office but he ate them all.”

  “Noooo!” she wailed.

  “I think Lila’s wrong,” continued Houston. “Miss Stella liked me playing with James. He’s a good kid, standing up to that bully to protect his granny.”

  “Please, don’t stop!”

  “Did you hear something?” asked Houston. He drummed his fingers on her belly as if she was a piece of furniture.

  “Nothing that matters,” replied Jet, sounding bored.

  “Maybe it’s an echo, or a ghost.”

  She pulled against the cuffs, desperate to escape, to touch herself, to get some reaction. They ignored her.

  “Don’t stop now! Please! I was so close—”

  “Did you give our little subbie permission to speak?” asked Houston.

  “Not until now. We have something serious to talk about,” said Jet.

  Someone removed her mask. Houston grinned down at her. She looked at Jet. His left hand drummed against his thigh. His cock wasn’t at full mast, which meant something was up. Or in this case, not up enough for what she desperately needed.

  “You want to talk, now?” she demanded.

  “Yep,” said Houston cheerfully. “We have your attention, and you can’t run away from us. It’s the perfect time.”

  Houston crossed his arms and smiled down at her. She was going to kill them. Slowly, with excruciating pain. Or worse, she would do the same thing to them. She’d get them all hot and bothered, and then stop. They’d have to be restrained, of course. How would she tie down a pair of dominant men? Never mind, she would find a way. Maybe do them one at a time, when the other was in town. Her orgasm was well and truly gone. It might come back, but not until they were ready.

  “What do you want?” she asked crossly.

  “To be your husband,” said Jet.

  Her body went cold. All the little hairs, especially the ones at the back of her neck, stood up. The man was serious, but it was not a proposal of marriage.

  “For the last time, I don’t want, or need, a husband.”

  “Maybe not, but your baby needs a father.”

  “He has one. He’s standing right there.” She turned her head, using her nose to point at Houston since she couldn’t move anything else.

  “Like I said before,” said Jet with far too much patience, “this baby will not be born a bastard. That means you will be getting married. The sooner you realize that, the better for all of us.”

  She scowled at Houston. “Why is he asking, instead of you? I’m carrying your baby.”

  “Does it matter? We’ll both be with you.”

  “Do you want to marry me?”

  Houston scratched his chin, not meeting her eyes. A stab of pain hit at the rejection. She pushed it down before he could see. While she wouldn’t marry either of them, she wanted them to want her.

  “Yes, I want to marry you. But I can’t. So we agreed Jet would ask.”

  “Oh.” That took some of the sting away. Were they serious, or was this part of their play? Both looked at her, expectant and wary. “Is your question part of all this?” She shook her hands and feet, making the chain rattle.

  “That depends on you,” replied Jet.

  His eyes flickered. She saw longing on his face for just a second before he went all super-Dom on her again.

  “You’ll agree to marry him, won’t you my dear?” said Houston with an obvious leer. “We’ll keep torturing you with arousal until you do.”

  Her capitulation was part of the scene, and yet it wasn’t. Jet looked serious, but she couldn’t be sure since he often kept his thoughts to himself. She ground her teeth in frustration. Par
t of her wanted to marry them, the part that liked having painted toenails and wearing Hello Kitty socks and panties.

  “Yes, I will marry you, Jet Quartermain,” she said. It sounded right to her ears, but she was not going to admit it. “And now I want a couple of orgasms!”

  “She is a demanding one, isn’t she?” mused Houston. He unhooked one of her hands from the chain and placed it by her side, warning her with a look to keep it there while he went for the other. Jet released her feet. They helped her up, telling her to walk around and stretch while they got ready. The pillows flew off the bed, the bondage gear was stowed. They blindfolded her and once more used a careful fist in her hair to guide her.

  She liked the caveman aspect of it, the whole loss of control. Losing her sight enhanced her other senses, keeping her in the moment. Four hands helped her to kneel on either side of Jet’s hips. She reached back to guide his cock into her. She touched his bare flesh, and hesitated.

  That’s right. No condom, since she was already pregnant.

  She sank down an inch, then stopped.

  “The plug’s in the way,” she said.

  “I’ll take care of that,” said Houston. “Bend forward.”

  It was, once again, both humiliating and arousing to have someone be so intimate with her in this position. Houston eased the plug out. He went into the bathroom to take care of it while Jet grabbed her hips.

  “Slide your wet pussy over my naked cock.”

  * * * *

  Houston dried his hands well before returning to the bed. Lila was skewering herself, riding Jet’s cock with the determination she put into everything. Jet had his finger on her clit, rubbing it in circles. She ran her fingers up her ribs and cupped her breasts. She squeezed, then pulled on her nipples.