by Zoey Marcel
Oh my god, she’d been wrong.
His focus shifted and fell on her naked form. Her body’s reaction changed. Her nipples pebbled beneath his gaze and dampness seeped into her folds. Her skin flushed, but this time it was for a different reason.
“He shouldn’t be too long.”
Greyson started to sit on a stool, but the ground must have been uneven because it toppled over and he landed on his ass with his boots in the air. Her eyes widened in concern, but when she saw by the way he landed that he likely wasn’t injured, she burst into laughter. He sat up with a chuckle and shook his head, watching her with one of the sexiest grins she’d ever seen on a man. It was a toss-up between him, his brothers, and Diego.
But god, that laugh of his. Greyson’s laugh had them all beat. It was so sultry, so throaty and raspy the way it rumbled low and sexy her pussy sent a fresh coat of cream to her slit.
“So you think that’s funny, do you?” He stood and dusted himself off, smiling when she nodded. “What if I were to use a riding crop on you? Would you find that funny, Melanie Laurie?”
Her eyes opened wide when she saw him grab the riding crop, but the second he uttered her full name again she lost herself to a snicker. This time it touched her heart that he loved his mother enough to have picked up some of her habits even though she was long gone.
His eyes fixated on her and narrowed, but the devious curve of his lips said he found her amusing. “Let’s see if this makes you laugh.”
He swung the crop, exciting a warm rush of moisture from her pussy at the threatening swoosh it made. Her heart pounded in her chest when he walked around the frame to stand behind her. She winced at the first sting of the crop on her backside. He rubbed the slapper against the spot of skin he’d heated before hitting her elsewhere, doing a good job of making contact with her flesh and avoiding the ropes binding her body.
A few suppressed whimpers and muted groans were the only noises she permitted at first…until his slaps turned all man happy on her. Evidently the hard swats had been his idea of a warm up and now it was time to get down to business. His harsh strikes manifested on her nude flesh as stinging little bites that bloomed into wicked heat. In spite of the painful stings, she found the cropping invigorating.
It was delicious to be bound and naked for a man she hadn’t been alone with in intimate situations before. He could do whatever he wanted with her. Equally delectable was the fact that she wanted it that way.
Her body responded to his dominance as she submitted to the pain. When her ass was one fiery mountain of flesh, Greyson stopping whacking her bottom and gently fondled her inflamed skin.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
She wanted to thank him, but Diego had said she wasn’t allowed to speak right now. Hopefully Greyson didn’t think her rude or stuck up for not thanking him for the compliment.
He came around to the front of her, making her melt beneath his authoritative gaze. His eyes glazed with pent-up needs, and his jaw hardened with lust when he saw the way she acted when the crop lightly touched her breast.
She inhaled a sharp breath of air at the smooth slide of the warm leather over the tops, sides, and undersides of her full breasts. Her tits felt heavy and swollen beneath his lecherous ogling and his gentle touches.
After a light graze of her nipples with the leather, the crop became a foe again. It slapped her tits, making her face distort with pain. The hits on her breast tissue weren’t too bad, but she howled when he slapped her nipple hard. Her cunt clenched and some deviant surge of cream spilled into her cleft.
Greyson’s pupils dilated and the tent in his pants got that much bigger when she stole a peek at it. He brushed her untouched nipple with the temperamental leather, letting her know what was coming. She grimaced even as she craved it. When he struck the beaded point, she cried out and felt her eyes well. Her pussy gushed and began to ache in that all-consuming sexual way.
A tear rolled down her cheek when he smoothed the slapper end over her screaming mad nipple. Lord, they were pissed, but her pussy was soaked in a lustful rendition of eating popcorn and watching the drama of others unfold.
The crop slithered down her belly. Her cunt pulsed at the way he watched her. The back and forth motion of the leather humping her pussy stole a meager whimper from her.
Greyson didn’t say anything, but his eyes, one blue and the other green, said plenty—too much.
He stepped back and sent the end of the riding crop hurling against her mound. A sharp cry rushed from her. The pain flared hot and ferocious on her naked mons, but pleasure radiated deep in her channel. He pelted her cunt a few times with searing slaps and then stopped and just stared at her.
Her shyness dissolved with each swat and touch. Boldness marched in, enabling her to look him in the eye while she panted and shivered. He dipped the end of the crop into her drenched slit and gently nudged her bulging clitoris. A breathy wail slipped from her. She damned near begged him for something—to stop, to continue? She had no clue, only that he made her crazy.
He wiggled the edge of the leather against her clit that seemed to be shrieking, “Give it to me! Give it to me!”
All too soon he pulled the crop away, smiling when she whined and spilled a few tears. Lord, he really was a sadist, wasn’t he? Any one of his brothers would have stopped and held her if they saw her in tears. Their kindness moved her.
Greyson’s toughness and sadism fascinated her, enslaved her with desire. He said nothing to her, but in that moment with him he said more than any word he’d ever uttered to her.
He brought the bitchy instrument down hard on her mons, nearly made her come from the harsh slap. A few more whacks for good measure had her choking back tears and stifling wanton mewls of surrender.
Then he did the unexpected. He set the crop aside and touched her. Tearful whimpers poured out of her when his hand rested against her tenderized snatch. He looked her in the eyes and smiled as he gauged her reaction. It was a naughty, self-satisfied smile, but it was still a smile on the bossy rancher.
He massaged her sore mound in smooth back and forth strokes. “Shh. That’s it.”
Just when she thought that raspy, gravel-toned voice couldn’t get any hotter, he went and lowered it, proving her wrong. Her cunt leaked liquid desire onto his fingers, making him smile. His guttural moan made her womb spasm.
“You’re a natural, aren’t you?” he whispered.
The question sounded rhetorical like he already knew the answer, so she didn’t grace him with a nod.
His control seemed to snap and his eyes got wild when he skimmed two fingertips through her warm wetness. A cry of want skated from her throat when he gently rubbed her clitoris.
“You did very good, Melanie.” His murmur made gooseflesh spring up on her chest as did the fingers of his left hand that grazed the underside of her left breast. “Come for me.”
A few seconds later she came hard, sobbing in ecstasy at the magnitude of pleasure. The deep level of submission she felt was divine.
“Good girl.”
She shuddered while the waves of delight rippled through her.
Greyson studied her in silence for a moment, seeming lost in profound thoughts or deeply conflicted about something. She wanted so badly to ask him what he was thinking, but it was important to her to obey Diego even in his absence.
Finally Greyson spoke to her. “If things were different…”
The sentence ended and he never finished it. He seemed sad and still closed off behind self-made barriers. Still, the windows to his soul were no longer boarded up as if to keep out tornadoes. The boards had been knocked down and bars remained on the windows, keeping him locked away from the outside world. But he gave her a glimpse into a deeper part of him, and that was more than he’d given her before.
She saw Diego standing there and wondered how long he’d been watching them. His heated eyes were full of affection and insurmountable need. Greyson must have seen her looking over his shoulder. He turne
d around and she saw vulnerability flicker in his feeling eyes before he desperately fought to board the windows to his soul again to hide. It didn’t matter, though. She saw part of what he was hiding and she wanted it.
Greyson cleared his throat and hurried out of the stable.
Diego smiled and approached her. “I’m so proud of you, my little Melanie.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She couldn’t stop shaking.
She noticed Hunter and Jake there and figured they must have been watching, too, at least in part.
“Mellie, baby, that was awesome!” Jake exclaimed. “You had him!”
Hunter was beaming. “Good job, sweetness. I knew if anyone could get to him it would be you.”
“You guys are sweet to say that, but I need cock,” she pleaded. “Words can happen later.”
They laughed.
“I want to take you down first,” Diego said. “You’re shaking badly. I want to rub you.”
“With your cock?”
He laughed. “If you like, dolce.”
It didn’t really take that long, she supposed, for him to get her untied from the web, but it felt like a long time. When he finally got her down, she nearly collapsed. If they hadn’t caught her she would have fallen.
“Holes, now.” She felt dizzy and submissive even if her demanding mouth wouldn’t follow suit.
Jake tittered. “Bossy little thing, huh? She’s normally so sweet.”
“We’ll fill you up, angel,” Hunter assured her.
“When we are ready to fill you up,” Diego added.
Mellie burst into tears. “Please. Please, Sir. I need it bad.”
“I know you do, little submissive, and you will get us after we make you come again and prepare your lush ass to be taken.”
She moaned and plopped on top of Jake like a limp noodle on a dinner plate. Diego’s fingers working lubricant in and out of her butt made her hot and woozy.
“He wants me.” She couldn’t believe Greyson really wanted her to whatever degree.
“Yes, sweetness,” Hunter cooed from her side as he played with her hair. “Greyson wants you. We all do.”
Jake caressed her back and arms with his fingertips as he lay on his back in the hay, making her shiver. “I knew he would. You’re so his type, honey, it’s not even funny. Lift your hips a little.”
She obeyed and purred against his neck as he softly played with her clit until he got her off. Swells of blinding rapture rose in her. She couldn’t think straight as she quivered in his arms and pulsed a hot rush of dampness all over his hard cock that was wedged in her slit.
Jake guided her hips up just enough to impale her on his erection. His filling endowment stabbed her with pleasure in all the right places.
Hunter and Diego moved and then Hunter poked at her rear entry with his rubber-clad penis before he slowly penetrated her. The painful stretch felt punishing and good as he opened her up. Her sphincter pinched and burned, but the brutal pop into her rectum hurt worse. Once he sank in completely the pain lessened and her bowels felt packed with his dick.
She practically made out with Diego’s bare penis when he presented it to her. He chortled a little in that smoking way of his.
“Are you eager, Melanie?”
“Oh god, yes,” she breathed.
He moaned and pushed into her mouth with his hard-on.
Three cocks stuffed her to capacity. She felt possessed and horny as they thrust rapidly inside her. There was no going slow this time. They battered their cocks into her hard and furious like ramrods and she couldn’t stop crying out and sobbing at the bombardment of sensations plaguing her.
It hurt to be roughed up by them, but oh how she reveled in it. She savored the primal sounds and decadent touches all over her body. Higher and higher she climbed until pressure and scalding heat from within exploded with euphoria. The rushing heat waves felt like a bonfire as the flames of pleasure burned through her inside and out.
Convulsive spasms took over her lower orifices and had her clutching and releasing hard all over Hunter’s and Jake’s dicks. Diego’s swollen flesh in her mouth drowned out her pleading screams. Their outcries of arousal joined with hers as they quickly succumbed to their own climaxes.
After several minutes of hard panting and uncontrollable shaking, they relaxed enough to hold her in their calming arms and settle her.
“I’m so proud of you, Melanie.” Diego played with her hair. “We all are. I told you that you could reach Greyson. Only you, my sweet one, and you didn’t talk in my absence. That means the world to me.”
She smiled and nuzzled against Jake’s body, sighing at the way Hunter’s hard body heated her from behind as he trapped her between him and Jake.
“Thank you, Sir. I wanted to please you.”
“You did, very much. Your submission means more to me than it did with any woman before you. I cherish it, dolce, and you.”
Her heart soared, swelled, and melted. “Thank you, Sir.”
She couldn’t remember such a perfect union of hedonism and contentment. They’d put her in such a blissful, peaceful place before, but never quite to this extent. She had the love of three of her five cowboys, and the obvious lust and attraction from Greyson.
Diego valued her submission above his past subs’ and slaves’ surrender. That meant everything to her, and while he hadn’t actually come out and said he loved her yet, she had a very good feeling he did.
Chapter Six
Diego found Greyson out on the deck alone in the dark after dinner had been cleared away. He approached his best friend and went to stand beside him at the railing. Neither said a word for a while as they looked out over the moonlit lake and gazed at the star-filled night sky above.
Crickets let them know in the most harmonious of ways that they weren’t alone. The lyrical little bugs had plenty to say even if neither man did at first.
“It was good to see you in your element earlier,” Diego told him.
Greyson didn’t reply right away. “I know why you did that. It won’t work.”
“It already has. You should have seen yourself from where I stood. You’re well on your way.”
“There are things about me that even you don’t know.”
“I doubt that. No one knows you like I do.” Diego gave his buddy a slow, impish smile. “Besides, it would only earn you a punishment if you kept secrets from me.”
Greyson’s lips twitched at one corner as a weak smile managed to make a show on his handsome face. His features softened, though his eyes were still reflective and melancholy. “I know you want me to join you and my brothers with Melanie, but I can’t.”
“Why not?”
He looked like he might answer before exhaling loudly through his nose. “I just can’t. There’s something I have to do and there’s no guarantee that I’ll succeed. If things were different I would consider your invitation. As it is I can’t.”
His friend wasn’t making any sense. “Tell me what’s on your mind, Greyson.”
“I’m letting you go,” Greyson responded in a crestfallen hush. “It’s not fair of me to keep you on a string when I can’t give you everything.”
“Then don’t. I want everything. I’ve told you that many times.”
“I know you have. You can be with Melanie or whoever you want. We were never exclusive anyway.”
“Yes, we were.”
Greyson looked at him.
“Since we started our serious relationship years ago, I have been faithful to you. Until recently with Melanie, I had not fucked anyone but you.” Diego’s heart stirred when he saw the deep appreciation in Greyson’s downcast eyes. His countenance was soft with feeling.
“Just me?” he whispered.
“Just you, lover.” Diego tipped Greyson’s chin upward gently with his finger. “I thought you knew that.”
“I wanted to believe that. I was afraid to ask.”
“You can ask me anything. I expect the same openness from you
.”
Greyson turned his head and Diego let go of his jaw.
“Tell me what you’re keeping from me. I know how badly you ache for me, and you already proved earlier that you want Melanie as well. Why hold back with us?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Tell me.”
He appeared contemplative as a note of consideration hung in the air before fading like a vapor. “I need you to trust me on this. This was never what I wanted.”
“Separation or me?”
Greyson’s features radiated with affection. “I’ll always want you. If you care anything about me, you’ll stay friends with me and pretend this whole thing never happened between us.” His voice caught. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Diego felt a pang of regret in his chest. “And you think tearing my heart out will prevent that from happening?”
“I’ve made mistakes that have cost me. I don’t want you to pay the price for what I’ve done.”
Now he was even more confused. “Are you in danger?”
Greyson didn’t answer right away, but he gave Diego his signature crooked smile as he turned to leave. “Only when I’m with you.”
* * * *
“This is Alf and Denise Garvin’s new phone number.” Emmett extended the sticky note he’d scribbled on.
Melanie’s mouth fell open as she stared down at the numbers. “Oh my god. How did you get it?”
He had to be proud of himself, but his self-appreciation was uncharacteristically subdued at present. “With enough resources you can find what you’re looking for.”
Moisture prickled in her eyes. She threw her arms around him and squeezed him tight. “Thank you. I haven’t seen my daughter since she was a baby. This means so much to me.”
He kissed the top of her head and smoothed his hand over her back, holding her in his arms. “I’ll leave you alone so you can have some privacy when you talk with her.”
“Thank you.” She wiped her eyes and smiled at him as he left the room.
As quickly as she dialed she couldn’t seem to type the numbers fast enough. The phone rang for an agonizing length of time until the suspense became almost maddening.
