Mastered by Mavericks [Doms of Destiny, Colorado 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Chloe Lang

  Reed bent down and kissed her. “Let’s try the paddle on her, bro.”

  “You think she’s ready?” Sawyer asked.

  “She’s graduated from 101 with flying colors. Time for Intermediate Spanking 202.”

  A chill went through her. A paddle? She was glad Reed was proud of her, but this was supposed to be a toe-in-the-water night, not a drowning by spanking.

  Safe word time?

  She had her safe word at the tip of her tongue. But even as a sliver of worry shot through her, so did anticipation.

  Reed tweaked her right nipple and Sawyer her left. Their fingers tortured her mercilessly. Her clit throbbed and her womb clenched as her want for their touches, their kisses, and yes, even their dominance flooded her entire being.

  Was this a kind of recess these Doms were giving her? Just another pop-quiz torment between spankings, the real lesson? Whatever it was, she was getting so very wet with every lick, pinch, and nip from the two Doms.

  She’d graduated. Reed had said so himself. How far could she go? She wanted to test her own limits. She trusted her cowboys, her Doms, with her very life. What was a paddling compared to that?

  Her whole life she had been forced to be strong and fearless. She didn’t regret any of it. The loss. The pain. Even the abandonment by her mother. All of it had made her who she was. But in here, she could let go and embrace her vulnerability. She could let Reed and Sawyer take charge and she could just feel.

  BDSM was making sense to her on a level even deeper than she had imagined. More than making sense, she felt herself embracing it, fusing it into that part of her that had always been—her inside submissive.

  The paddle came. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. The bite of the thing was like sharp nips. Were they holding back, afraid to go too far with her?

  I want to make them proud. I want to be the woman they need me to be. She wasn’t sure what the protocol was, but she had to let them know. “I can take more, Sirs.”

  “Did you hear that, Sawyer?” Reed patted her ass lightly with his hand. “Already trying to top us from the bottom.” He laughed.

  “I heard her.” Sawyer leaned down. “Little one, you’ve got to be the best sub in this entire club. You’re doing great.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” She felt his lips brush against the back of her neck.

  “Sawyer, we weren’t going to move beyond the paddle tonight with her, but I’m thinking we should keep pushing her. Her responses are honest.” Reed kissed her ass. “Fuck, I’m hard as hell. What do you say, bro?”

  “Absolutely. Our pet deserves the best night of her life.” Sawyer ran his fingers under her, touching her on her pussy, pressing on her clit, making her squirm like mad. “Let’s use the mini cat on her.”

  “Perfect,” Reed said with excitement.

  “Little one, this is going to sting more than the paddle. Any questions before we begin?”

  “What is a mini cat, Sir?” she asked, feeling a new round of trembles roll through her like a shaken beehive.

  “Have you heard of a cat of nine tails?”

  She nodded. “It’s a kind of whip, isn’t it?”

  “That’s right. The one we’re going to use on you first has six braided leather tails. Trust me, it’s going to take you on a nice ride.”

  She did trust him. She trusted both of them utterly.

  Reed returned with the wicked cat. “You have your safe word ready for us, baby?”

  Apparently, her safe word was not only for her but also for them. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Then let’s begin,” he said firmly.

  The mini cat’s first landing on her flesh gave her a hot bite on her ass.

  The burn spread out from her behind and through her body, settling deep within her pussy. Sawyer pressed her clit with his fingertips from one hand and pinched her nipples with his other fingers on his other hand. Combined with the leather nips Reed was delivering to her ass, her nipples and clit began to throb in unison, connected by an invisible line.

  Even the sound of the cat added to her delicious dizzy state.

  Whoosh-crack. Whoosh-crack.

  Over and over.

  She’d never felt more intoxicated, more alive. Lust swamped every cell in her body. Hunger squeezed at her center. Want surged through every vein, pulsing hot in her blood. Pressure rose inside her to a terrifying level she’d never thought possible. She writhed on the bench, trying to find any sliver of relief, but none came.

  Reed and Sawyer are my Masters. No doubt remained inside her.

  The cat’s strikes ended abruptly, replaced by gentle bites from Reed’s and Sawyer’s teeth and pinches from their fingers on her naked flesh. They were dining on her like she was their last meal. Being devoured by them sent her even higher and made her even hotter. The crushing need inside her multiplied again and again. Crazed beyond reason, she writhed under their joint assault.

  “Our baby shouldn’t have pubes.” The meaning of Reed’s words wasn’t hard to miss. “Let’s shave her.”

  “I’ll get the warm water and straight-edge razor,” Sawyer said eagerly.

  “Going to flip you over now, pet.” Reed did just that with such ease. She’d never felt so light, so airy before in her whole life.

  She looked up into his blue eyes flecked with gold and saw forever there.

  “Are you nervous?” he asked as Sawyer came back to the bench loaded with a bucket, towels, and the sharpest, scariest razor she’d ever seen.

  She nodded, chewing on her lower lip.

  “That’s good. From now on, I want your pussy smooth and bare.” Reed cradled her chin, making her feel more adored than she had in her life. His eyes held hers completely. “After we shave you, baby, your pussy will be extremely sensitive so whenever we touch you, it will drive you crazy with want.”

  “Do you trust us?” Sawyer’s green eyes had never looked so warm, so possessive, so hungry.

  “Yes, Sir. I trust you both,” she answered honestly.

  “That doesn’t mean you aren’t supposed to be a little anxious, baby,” Reed informed, feathering his lips on her shoulders. “That’s all part of this.”

  Without warning, her mind brought up the image of the moth. It made her giggle “That’s good then, because I am anxious but I do trust you, Sirs.” From her desk at the station in Chicago, to the guys’ back porch of the cabin, to here—about to get her pussy shaved by these two sex-charged Doms—was quite a journey.

  Without warning, Sawyer plunged a towel into the bucket. When he pulled it out, she could see the steam rising from the fabric. Surprisingly, he rubbed her underarms with it, warming them up with the water from the cloth. “I’m going to shave you everywhere, little one.”

  Nicole wasn’t about to tell him that she’d just shaved this morning. She didn’t think it would matter to him either way.

  As he brought the edge of the sharp razor to the softest flesh under her arm, a shiver rolled up her spine. How easy it would be for him to slip and knick her? Easy. She held her breath, listening to the blade scrape against her skin, taking away any random hair it found. The whole thing was exhilarating, turning her into a ball of quivering desire.

  With her underarms bare now, Sawyer soaked her arms with the towel, freshly brought up from the bucket of hot water.

  “You know why he’s doing that?” Reed asked, wrapping his fingers in her hair.

  “No, Sir.”

  “The only hairs we’ll allow on you are these beautiful strands.” He gave a little tug. “You are mine. You are Sawyer’s. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” Nicole answered, because she did understand from every fiber of her being.

  Feeling the blade go up and down her arms gave her several tingles, some hot and others blistering hot. Whatever their temperature, the quakes ended up deep in her womb, causing it to clench hard.

  As Sawyer sent the shaving instrument down her abdomen, which she knew had no hair, Reed pressed on her clit, reminding her the final destinat
ion for the razor was down there. On my pussy.

  She moaned, imagining what it would feel like on her most sensitive flesh.

  “Now the legs,” Sawyer said in a firm tone that screamed in her ears that he was in control. Not her. This was way beyond vulnerable. This was surrender. This was what it really meant to be in a state of complete submission.

  “Go ahead, baby. Feel your legs,” Reed commanded.

  She sent her fingertips to her thighs and was shocked how smooth and silky her skin felt. Sawyer had cleaned her legs better than she’d ever done in the tub with her lady shaver.

  Everywhere the blade had been was warm and tingly.

  When Sawyer placed a freshly drenched hot towel on her pussy, its liquid mingling with her own juices, she moaned. Over and over, he sent the towel into the water and then placed it on her mound so that even her thighs were soaked.

  Reed applied the shaving cream with his fingers to her mound. The pressure inside her was maddening, and she felt her fingers ball into tiny fists and her toes curl into little half moons.

  Sawyer held the blade. A blade? Oh my God! She was really doing this. This was submission. This was what was meant to be. They’re mine. I’m theirs.

  Her half-hitched breaths came faster and faster, joining the same tempo of her heart, which was beating inside her chest like a racehorse.

  She felt the edge of the razor on her most intimate flesh—her pussy. They’re mine. I’m theirs. Over and over, she silently prayed the words, a mantra that helped her calm her nerves. What she felt between her thighs wasn’t a sting or a bite at all. With Sawyer’s steady and patient hands and Reed distracting her by pressing here and there on all her erogenous spots—under her arms, behind her knees, along her neck, even under her knees, and more—she was loving every second of her wicked shave. When Sawyer moved back to the bucket to once again soak the towel and clean the blade, Reed would move in and press on her clit, sending her past the brink of deliriousness.

  She saw Sawyer wring the cloth out. Still, the steam wafted up from the fabric. Then he gently wiped her pussy with it.

  “All done,” he announced. “Have you ever seen anything so beautiful in your life, bro?”

  “Never.” Reed’s tone was filled with what sounded to her like awe.

  “Really, Sirs?” she asked meekly, bending up slightly to get a peak at herself.

  “Let me get the hand mirror,” he said. “It’ll give you a better view.”

  Apparently, Phase Four’s rooms were equipped with all kinds of things, including hand mirrors. She was glad that this certainly wouldn’t be her last trip here. What other treasures would she find and experience here? She couldn’t wait.

  Reed tilted the mirror for her. “See?”

  “Yes.” Her newly shaved pussy was a pretty shade of pink.

  “Fuck, look at our pussy, Sawyer.” Reed sat the mirror on the floor, but his wide, unblinking blue gaze never moved from the spot between her legs.

  “Damn, I’ve got to taste our pussy,” Sawyer said hungrily.

  Why did she love that they called her pussy “our pussy?” Another time and another place, she might’ve thought the caveman-like way he and Sawyer talked about was offensive. But not now. Not here. Not with them.

  Sawyer’s tongue lapped at her freshly bared pussy, which was even more sensitive than ever before. His tongue and mouth shook her to her core. Every flick of his tongue was even more powerfully devastating than the cat had been, reminding her that he was in control.

  As Sawyer licked her into a frenzy of sensations, Reed fondled her breasts, his blue eyes fierce and powerful.

  When Sawyer circled her clit with his wicked tongue, she felt her climax approaching. The little flutter deep inside quickly spread through the rest of her body, delivering a much needed release to the immense pressure.

  Reed grabbed her wrists. “Ride the wave, baby. That’s it. Drown him with your cream.”

  She could hear Sawyer’s licks, and that only multiplied the climatic sensations rolling through her. Her womb clenched and unclenched, again and again.

  She moaned so loud that the sound filled the room.

  Sawyer’s licks became softer, and her arousal began to build up once again.

  “Please,” she panted. “Please, Sirs.”

  “Please what, little one?” Sawyer’s tone was a mix of wicked delight and primal danger.

  “Please. I have to have you inside me, Masters.”

  “Sweet begging from those pouty lips,” Reed said. “Have you ever heard a more beautiful sound, bro?”

  “Never.”

  When she felt them apply lubricant to her anus, she moaned. Never had she felt so hot or gotten so wet before. Her ass was on fire but her lust was even more inflamed.

  “She gets an A-plus from me,” Reed growled in her ear. His pride made her heart swell and her pussy ache.

  “It’s unanimous then. Time to give our pet her diploma,” Sawyer said.

  “Not before we give her our cocks, we don’t.”

  “Agreed.”

  In the warm hazy state they’d sent her to, she kept her eyes closed as they lifted her up between them. Like before, they sandwiched her between their muscled frames, but this time Sawyer was behind her and Reed was in front. She wrapped her legs around Reed’s waist and her arms around his neck.

  “We won’t always fuck you standing, little one, but it is a position we think you will come to love.” Sawyer’s words were rich and heavy, sending her into a kind of trance.

  “I already love it, Master,” she said.

  “I can see that in your half-lidded eyes, baby.” Reed’s blue eyes were bright, holding her enthralled. “This way you must rely on us for everything.”

  Together, her cowboys filled her up with their cocks—Sawyer’s in her ass and Reed’s in her pussy. In and out. Theirs. I’m theirs. Deeper and deeper. Stretching. Everything inside her rushed to surrender herself to them even more.

  Without warning, they both held themselves still, deep in her pussy and ass. Their sudden stillness increased the pressure to a level that was close to terrifying.

  “Listen to me, pet.” Reed’s half-lidded eyes and harsh groan made her shiver. “Destiny is your home. We are your home, your family.”

  “Yes, Sir. You are.” She could feel their long, thick cocks inside her. “I want to please you more than anything in the world.”

  “Please us? My God, you have in every way imaginable,” he said.

  “I think our sub deserves her graduation present, Reed,” Sawyer said from behind her. “What do you think?”

  “I couldn’t agree more.”

  Their thrusts returned, this time more forceful, more demanding.

  With their cocks inside her—Reed’s in her pussy and Sawyer’s in her ass—she felt filled beyond belief. She was between them, burning and writhing.

  She felt Sawyer’s hand come around and touch her clit, igniting the pressure they’d built up in her into an explosive release. She clawed at Reed’s neck and writhed between him and Sawyer as they continued thrusting into her body.

  She screamed as the overwhelming sensations created a sea of quakes through her, from her clenching womb and throbbing clit to her tingling skin and electric pulses in her veins. Her body tightened almost painfully and still she came and came and came.

  When she felt her cowboys reach their own climaxes, she tightened her insides on their pulsing cocks. She squeezed on their dicks in her pussy and ass. Then two giant, manly sighs, though more like gusts, left their lips. She could feel the heat from their breaths on her skin.

  “Baby, I love you so much,” Sawyer said softly, kissing the back of her neck.

  “I love you, little one.” Reed’s words were gentler than she’d ever remembered them to be. “With every part of me. Good. Bad. Vanilla. Dom. I love you.”

  This was BDSM. This was her cowboys’ lifestyle. This was her life, now. She deserved this. She deserved them.


  I’m theirs and they are mine.

  “I love you, Reed. I love you, Sawyer. I love you, Masters.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Sawyer followed Nicole and Reed into Sam O’Leary’s lavish office at the tower. Other attendees were already sipping on coffee and eating donuts, though the meeting hadn’t started. The group’s leader, Sam, hadn’t arrived yet.

  “Baby, I really don’t think you need to be here,” his brother said to her as she took a seat in the middle of one of the leather sofas. “Patti was the one who drugged you.”

  “That’s not the point.” Nicole smiled and patted the spots beside her, indicating she wanted him and Reed to sit on either side of her. “My support group helped me in my time of need. There are so many great messages you get from these meetings.”

  Reed shook his head. “You’re not an addict, sweetheart.”

  “Honey, it doesn’t matter whether you see me as an addict or not.” She kissed him. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too, sweetheart,” Reed said. “I just think you’ve suffered enough.”

  “I think you both have,” Sawyer said, feeling such joy. “Bro, you’ve carried so much pain your whole life. You ran from that pain. Nicole taught you to face it. Now that you have, you are living the life Erica and I always wanted for you. Our parents, too, would be so happy you and I found such a wonderful woman.”

  “You’re right about that, Sawyer,” Reed said.

  “If you’ll open your ears, I think what Nicole is trying to say is she is here for many reasons. One of them is to help others.” He cupped her chin. “Am I right?”

  “I swear you really can read my mind. Yes, you’re right.” She kissed him. “I love you, cowboy.”

  “I love you, too.”

  Sam O’Leary walked in. “Hello everyone. I see some new faces. Let’s get started.”

  Sawyer looked at Reed. “So what do you say?”

  His brother smiled and put his arm around their woman. “I say we’re all going to be coming to Sam’s group from here on.”