Lang, Chloe - Captured by Cowboys [Doms of Destiny, Colorado 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Chloe Lang

She hadn’t either. A robust, animated tremble moved across her skin, landing between her legs like a crashing timpani.

  Suddenly, he lifted her up in his arms, and new sensations marched inside her body. Knowing he was going to spank her called to a deep, secret longing inside her, and yet her nerves were stretched out and taut. What would it feel like to be spanked by him? To have her ass’s flesh stinging from his paddling? Her heart raced fast in her chest, and her mouth dried up. She licked her lips as he lowered her facedown onto the bench she’d seen when entering the room.

  “This is a spanking horse, pet. I’m going to leave the boxers at your ankles. For tonight, they will be the only restraint on your legs. Your wrists are another story.”

  She wondered what he had in mind for a split second. When he clamped two pairs of handcuffs, one for each arm, to the bench, she knew.

  “Too tight or just right?” he asked.

  “Green, Sir. I’m green.”

  He patted her bottom gently with his open hand, and she felt more moisture slip from her pussy. Had she ever been so wet in her life? She couldn’t remember, of course, but doubted it.

  “I’m going to put a plug in your pretty ass, pet, the way Cody did.” How did Emmett know that? The three must’ve talked about what had happened.

  She gasped. “Yes Sir.” It had been an intense sensation. She longed to feel it again.

  He chuckled. “I’m getting your ass ready to take a cock. And I’m going to take your pussy as well. They are both mine. Mine, Cody’s, and Bryant’s. Understand?”

  She nodded.

  “Trust me, sweetheart.”

  She wanted to make him proud. “Yes, Sir. I’ll do my best.”

  He stepped to the table that was filled with every sex device imaginable. “This is a little bigger than the one Cody used, love.”

  Still held to the bench by the handcuffs, she moved her head to look his direction. In one hand he held a bottle of lubricant and in the other was the fearsome toy he was planning on putting in her ass.

  She gasped, feeling her heart skip several beats. “It’s so big, Sir.”

  “I know what I’m doing, sub.” His words were firm and shook her from head to toe.

  Had she screwed up already? He’d brought her to this most intimate space in the cabin, the room she’d been more than a little curious about, and what did she do? Push at him. Tears welled up in her eyes. “I know. I’m sorry.”

  He knelt down so that their faces were only a couple of inches apart. “Do you trust me, pet?”

  The more he called her “pet,” “love,” “sweetheart,” the more she did trust him, and the more she wanted to please him. “Yes, Sir.”

  “What state are you in?”

  “Green,” she said, though it might have been the palest green ever.

  “That’s my girl.”

  She watched as he lubed his fingers.

  “Deep breath, pet.”

  She obeyed instantly.

  “Blow it out in one big breath for me.”

  Again, she heeded his command. As the last of the air left her mouth, she felt one of his fingers pierce her anus. She whimpered at the stinging intrusion.

  “Breathe for me.”

  Gasping for oxygen, she stuttered, “Y–Yes, S–Sir.”

  He added another finger and stretched her ass more, readying it for the intimidating plug. “I like seeing you this way, pet. So beautifully submissive.” His last words came out quite dominant, and yet she could hear a kindness in them as well.

  His one hand continued to spread her anus wider, causing the sting to ripen into mouthwatering thirst. He’d turned her into a colossal bundle of yearning, of desire, of need.

  “Open your legs for me, pet.”

  In a flash, she responded.

  “Great. One more big breath for me, sweetheart.”

  She filled her lungs all the way until her breasts were pressing even harder against the bench’s leather.

  “Excellent. Blow it out like before.”

  She did and felt him push the plug into her ass. A quick bout of pain rolled through her. The thing was massive. She bit her lip as he shoved it in all the way. After the widest part of the toy moved past her tight spot, the thing was locked inside her, her anus clamping down on it like a vise.

  “This will stay inside you, pet, the whole time I’m spanking your ass.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her words seemed to be softer and more breathy than normal. No surprise, since her pulse was hot and fast, making her head swim and her breathing labored.

  “Time for your punishment, sweet sub.” The raw emotion in his voice wasn’t lost on her. His Dom side sat in the front seat now, and instead of making her cringe in fear, she shifted her hips so that her ass rose to some degree. She was ready. More than ready. She wanted to know what it felt like to have a man dominate her in this way. Not just any man. Emmett. Emmett Stone. Her cowboy. Her rescuer. Her Dom. The man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

  The first slap of Emmett’s hand on her ass jerked a squeak from her lips. The burn to her backside was something that ignited a mix of embarrassment and lust. As his slaps continued on, her pussy clenched and her clit throbbed. The plug inside her added to the intensity, just as he’d promised. She tried to remain still on the bench but couldn’t. Instinct was taking over, and she shifted from side to side in failed attempts to avoid his big hand.

  Again and again, he spanked her backside, which was burning like a bonfire. Heat reached deep into her body, igniting a flood of desire and a sea of new sensations.

  Suddenly, the spanking stopped. Just as quickly, she missed the sweet punishment. “Green, Sir,” she said, hoping he would continue. She wasn’t ready for his amazing discipline to end. Not yet anyway. Her body was only just now settling into a slow, delicious burn from his slaps. She didn’t want that to stop.

  She felt Emmett’s hand cup her bottom, and her pussy dampened even more.

  “I love how you are responding to this, pet.” His words were deep and deliberate, making her tremble. “You know you deserve this for disobeying me earlier, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir. I can take more, Sir. Green, Sir. I was bad.” She turned to him and saw the frown on his face and knew she’d overstepped. She gulped as she gazed at Emmett, full-on Dom.

  “Don’t be bratty, sub. I’m in charge in here. Always. Don’t try to get the upper hand in here. I know what I’m doing. I’ve been doing this for a very long time.” His hand came down on her ass a little harder than previously. The burn it delivered was a few degrees hotter, too. “This pretty pink ass is ready for a paddle. Color?” His last word reminded her of another kind of slap. He clearly wouldn’t tolerate disobedience.

  “I’m green, Sir,” she said, but in the back of her mind a spot of yellow appeared. How far could she go with him, with this kind of sex? The heat between her thighs told her she could go a little farther. How far? She wasn’t sure but was willing to find out.

  Emmett walked back to the table of toys. “Rules, Amber. Protocols. That’s part of BDSM, but only a part. It’s important. It helps all of us—Doms and subs—have a path to follow. Enforcing rules is a two-way street, love. You saying ‘red’ lets me know I’ve crossed a line. I give you instructions and you understand what I expect. Sound simple? It isn’t. It takes practice, a lot of practice. The more we play, the more we will understand each other. I’m in your head now, but after a few months, I will be able to anticipate anything that comes into that pretty head of yours.”

  Four of his words transformed her into a buzzing heap of excitement—“after a few months.” Her heart leapt for joy and her body sizzled with longing. She needed him to take her, to fill her, to claim her.

  “Rules sound good to me, Sir.”

  He froze in his tracks.

  “What’s wrong, Sir?”

  “Nothing, sub. Don’t worry about a thing. I’m in charge, remember?” Something about his tone did trouble her, but she couldn�
��t put her finger on it. Had she said something wrong? She wasn’t sure.

  “Yes, Sir. You’re in charge.”

  He nodded his approval and began rifling through his assortment of toys once again. She let out a silent sigh. Why did doubt come so easily to her? Emmett was still on board in every way. Trust was her job, her only job.

  When she saw him pick up a scary-looking black paddle, trust seemed to scamper away inside her for a moment. Gazing at the dark shade of the monstrous thing caused another color to vibrate at the back of her throat. Red—the one word that would hit the brakes completely. Her lips vibrated silently, chewing on the single syllable.

  Emmett stared at her with his big knowing eyes. “What color are you, Amber?”

  Why was she afraid of the paddle? Sure, certainly a woman tied to a bench with a powerful man about to use the thing on her backside would be alarmed. But she wasn’t just any woman. She was Emmett’s woman. He wasn’t just any man. He was her Dom.

  “Yellow,” she confessed, hoping he wouldn’t be ashamed of her.

  “Good girl. Very good.” He put the paddle back where he’d gotten it. “I wanted to test you and you did amazing. Excellent, love. Really good work.”

  “I don’t understand. If you want to use that thing on me, I think I—”

  Another slap from his manly hand landed in the middle of her ass, conveying another sweet sting. Who knew a spanking could be so erotic? She certainly had thought it might, but it surpassed even her expectations. Her pussy was drenched and her clit throbbed to be caressed.

  “Who is in charge in here, sub?”

  “You are, Sir,” she said, resisting the urge to ground her mound into the bench for much-needed relief, believing he wouldn’t care for her to do that.

  He patted her ass lightly. “Do you trust me?”

  “I do. I trust you.”

  “I can see you do, love. You wanted a lesson in BDSM. I wanted you to experience pain and vulnerability. You’re responding just as I knew you would. Isn’t this exciting to you?”

  “God, yes. Yes, Sir. I–I don’t know enough words to tell you how much.”

  He pushed her hair aside, and their eyes met. “I hear your words and I hear your body. Amber, I can sense more than you can ever say.”

  Leaning into her, he kissed her eyes closed. She felt his lips on her nose, then her cheeks. Then he claimed her mouth with his own. His kiss overwhelmed her with its intensity, its possessiveness. Tingles jetted through her body.

  Emmett removed the handcuffs and guided her to turn on the bench until she was facing up, facing him. Another kiss began. His probing tongue made her wonderfully dizzy, his mouth heating her up from the inside out. He crushed her against his chest with his hand on her back, his lips pressing against her like a triumphant victor. The friction of their bodies made her nipples peak and throb even more.

  He ended their kiss and gazed at her with his piercing eyes. “You’re something else, sweetheart. You’ll be the ruin of me for sure.” His tone was quite serious, evoking a fresh wave of shivers in her.

  He leaned in and kissed her again, and her toes curled tightly. His tongue moved along the seam of her lips. His hands slid down to the curve of her waist, and she wrapped hers around his neck. Being dominated by Emmett filled her with excitement and desire. Right now, in this space, on this bench, she didn’t give a damn about anything else. The wall that held her memories locked away, her worries, her insecurities, all of it fell away as her cowboy melted her into a puddle with kisses and caresses.

  He released her lips, now swollen and throbbing from their overwhelming kiss. “Sweetheart, tell me what you want.”

  The past week rolled up into this single moment of authenticity she could no longer hold back. She’d told him in so many words previously, but now the truth shot out of her like a rocket. “I want you, Emmett Stone. I love you and I want you.”

  His eyes burned with lust and passion, and her temperature rose. “You’re so tiny and feminine, baby. Perfect. That’s what you are.” His voice sounded more like it came from a hungry beast than a man. “Tonight is about you and your pleasure.” The quiet calm of his voice reminded her once again of how vulnerable and exposed she felt.

  “Green, Sir.”

  “Leave everything to me.” He licked the tip of her left breast’s nipple, and a hot tremble shot deep into her pussy.

  The more he suckled on her breasts, the more sparks fired inside her. A fathomless want mushroomed in her pussy. Needing relief, she moved her fingers to her throbbing clit, which was drenched from her passionate drops.

  “No, pet.” He grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands up until her fingertips were touching his thick, manly lips. “I will take care of you. You don’t have to do a thing but feel and enjoy. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He nodded and parted his lips, pulling her fingertips into his mouth. The masculine moan that emitted from his throat vibrated along her skin. She felt like her body was floating to the ceiling.

  Once again, he swallowed her nipple. When his teeth tightened on it lightly, the throbbing in her fleshy tip caused her back to arch up from the bench.

  She was drowning in hot waves, and she bit her lip, trying but failing to stay above the lusty surface.

  Emmett’s head came up from his meal of her breasts. “You’re too much, baby. Fuck, from head to toe, you’re flat-out flawless.” His words were filled with smoldering devotion and fiery eagerness.

  “You, too, cowboy. You’re perfect.”

  “I can’t wait to taste you.” His fingers lightly touched her breasts. Then he slowly trailed them down her stomach to her clit, grazing her there. More need than she thought possible exploded inside her.

  His fingertips threaded through her pussy, raising her temperature even more. “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?”

  She placed her hands on his muscled shoulders. “Yes, Sir. Very much.” A bright green appeared in her mind’s eye. She was ready for whatever he would bring. All of it. All of him.

  He continued teasing her pussy’s wet folds, causing her to claw his flesh. “I’ll make sure you’re totally satisfied, Amber. Trust me.”

  He moved down the bench between her legs. His hot breath danced like a hot breeze on her aching pussy and throbbing clit.

  “God, this is the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen in my life.”

  His words sent her to the sky, but when his tongue grazed her clit, she went beyond the moon. His licks turned her body into a live wire of shivers. Her desire grew and grew and grew until she thought she would go completely insane. When his tongue pierced her slit, a hot bolt sliced deep into her pussy, like a knife into butter.

  “Give me your sweet cream, baby. I want my face drowning in your juices.” Emmett lowered his head back between her thighs.

  Feeling his teeth capture her clit sent overwhelming sensations through her. “God, yes!” Her toes curled, and she wrapped her legs around his head as he sent a couple of his fingers down her channel, caressing her in that special spot. She pounded the bench with her fists, her pussy clenching again and again into her cowboy’s assault.

  Her pussy clenched against Emmett’s hot, sensual storm of fingers, lips, and tongue. When his hands grabbed her by the hips, pulling her in closer, she moaned loudly. His constant licks of her swollen clit worked her into an uncontrollable lather of wildness and release. Unable to hold back any longer, she screamed into his intimate kiss on her pussy. Filled with rapturous release, she surrendered to the sensations of her orgasm, an orgasm so consuming and overwhelming, she wondered if she might actually pass out. Again, another wave of fresh trembles, stronger than before and much hotter, shook every nerve in her body. Ablaze with white heat, she felt her pussy clench, again and again, flattening her completely out.

  “O–Oh, God!” Her mind was whirling like a top. The buzzing in her body was making her deliciously dizzy and wonderfully spent. Every inch of her was releasing energy
, tons of it.

  Emmett had delivered intense oral pleasure that was astonishing. What would his cock inside her pussy feel like? She couldn’t wait to find out.

  The influx of vibes from her climax went on and on for some time. Her world was this room, currently with a population of two. She and Emmett, one of her cowboy loves.

  After some time, she felt his feathery fingers on her legs. He massaged his way down to her ankles, still restrained by the boxers he’d kept on her.

  Never had she imagined sex could be like this. This was more than a simple wish. Need and a craving to be filled by this man who had changed her world, who had rescued her from God knew what, swallowed her up entirely.

  “P–Please, Sir. Fuck me.”

  “Shh.” He removed the plug from her ass in a single movement. “Stop grabbing the reins, Amber. Remember, I’m in charge.” Emmett moved up her body, dropping kisses on every inch of her skin. When he was back on top of her, face-to-face, he kissed her, and she felt his hot hunger. Everything inside her went topsy-turvy.

  Slowly, her heartbeats and breaths backed down bit by bit. Sugar-coated fatigue soothed her edges. The outline of Emmett’s fully erect cock stretched the denim of his jeans, but he didn’t make a move to impale her pussy.

  Instead, he lifted her up in his arms.

  “That’s the end of tonight’s lesson, sweetheart.” His words were tender but his eyes stormed with starvation.

  “You’re not going to fuck me?” she asked meekly.

  “That’s right, Amber. You’re spent. You did great, really great, but it has been a very long day for you. Time to get you to bed. Time for you to sleep.”

  He was holding the reins. He was in charge. He’d made that very clear and she accepted that now. Still, a little tinge of worry shot through her. “Yes, Sir.”

  Amber leaned her head into his naked, muscled chest as he carried her out of the playroom and to the bedroom.

  One thought twisted her weary brain into a tight knot as he placed her on the bed. Is he still holding something back from me?

  Chapter Eleven

  Bryant looked around the sheriff’s office. It was a no-frills, utilitarian room, which was appropriate since it was just one of three other rooms of the jailhouse without bars. The two guest chairs were nondescript and not very comfortable. The desk held only a computer, nothing else. The shelves on the wall behind it held only manuals and books, nothing personal, nothing superficial, nothing that gave a clue to the person who had won the right in the closest election in the history of the county to sit in the only luxury item here—the big leather chair behind the desk.