Desire Oklahoma The Founding Fathers Trilogy

by Leah Brooke

  Shaking her head, she closed her eyes on a moan, crying out when he tapped the nipple he’d teased so mercilessly. “No, I don’t want a spanking. Please, it’s too much. Don’t tease me like this anymore. Give me what you did last night.”

  Even though they’d been outside when they’d bared her last night, the darkness had allowed her to hide in a way she couldn’t now. Eb didn’t even allow her to hide her face against his neck the way she had with Jeremiah the night before.

  Instead, he nuzzled her jaw, fisting his hand in her hair as he covered her breast with his other hand. The friction from his work-roughened palm sliding so gently over her nipple had her shifting restlessly and crying out at the sharp explosions of pleasure at her slit.

  When Eb leaned her back over his arm and brushed his lips with hers, she tried to arch into him, desperate for his kiss. He kept her in place with a hand in her hair, using his other to pinch her nipple just hard enough to send another flash of heat to her clit.

  She kicked her legs as her pussy clenched, sucking in a sharp breath when she felt Jeremiah’s hands at the fastening of her pants.

  His low, amused drawl nearly made her come right then. “It looks like she’s ready.”

  Maggie moaned, trying unsuccessfully to hold still while he unfastened her pants. She couldn’t wait to have him touch her clit and give her that wonderful feeling again.

  Jeremiah’s deft hands yanked her pants to her knees, exposing her to their gazes. He slid his hands up her thighs to her slit and used his thumbs to part her folds, allowing the cool air to blow over her clit the way Eb had the night before.

  Unable to lie still, Maggie bucked in Eb’s arms. That gathering feeling kept getting stronger, and she wanted the release she knew they could give her. “Yes. Give it to me. Please make this ache go away.”

  Eb nipped her bottom lip. “I’m afraid we can’t do that. It’s time for your spanking.”

  Before Maggie could react to his shocking statement, Eb had her flipped to her belly over his lap. She could feel the rough fabric of Jeremiah’s pants on her inner thighs as he wedged a knee between them, effectively pinning her pants to the seat of the buckboard.

  Kicking her legs, she screamed at them and tried to get up, but with her hands secured behind her back, she had no leverage at all. She stilled as a rough hand slid slowly over her exposed bottom and had to strain to hear Eb’s low, gravelly voice.

  “All ours.”

  A hard slap landed, startling a yelp from her, and then another, heating what the cool air had already chilled. The heat on her bottom felt like nothing she’d ever experienced before, more overwhelming than painful. In no time at all, the warmth crept between her thighs, sending another, even stronger surge of awareness there.

  Alarmed, she fought their hold, not even able to budge when Eb laid an arm over her back.

  “Fighting it will get you nowhere. Soon you’ll have no fight left in you.”

  “Let me go.”

  To her surprise, Eb bent to kiss where he’d slapped her. “Never.”

  “Someone will see.”

  Jeremiah slid his hands from the backs of her knees to her thighs. “No one’s here but us, Maggie. If someone was coming, we’d hear ’em. We wouldn’t let anyone else see you this way.”

  To Maggie’s amazement, the warmth and the vulnerable feeling she got from being exposed and over Eb’s lap had more moisture leaking from her pussy and made it impossible for her to stay still. Not wanting them to see her damp thighs, she tried to squeeze her legs together, kicking at Jeremiah to get free. “Let me up, damn you!”

  When the wind kicked up again, the air caressing the heated area between her spread thighs startled her so much she stilled.

  Jeremiah’s thumbs went to her center and teased her pussy entrance. “She’s soakin’ wet, Eb. Looks like she likes her spanking.”

  “No, I don’t!” Mortified, Maggie squirmed again to no avail, sucking in a breath when Jeremiah parted her folds with his thumbs and started to stroke her. She lifted into his touch before she could prevent it, embarrassing herself further.

  “Look at her lifting up and shaking her ass at us. Hell, Eb, it looks like we married ourselves a wildcat.”

  Eb’s hand smoothed over her bottom, a gesture that was somehow both affectionate and threatening. “This wildcat’s gotta learn that when we say something, we mean it.”

  Surprised and more than a little frightened by her body’s betrayal, Maggie shivered again at the carnal need that grew inside her.

  How could a spanking frighten her and arouse her at the same time? Her face burning, she rubbed her cheek against Eb’s leg, thankful that neither man could see her embarrassment.

  Jeremiah’s thumbs slid through her folds, keeping them parted and sending her senses reeling. “Let’s explore our new bride.”

  Her entire slit, from her clit to her bottom, burned, completely exposed to their gazes. She’d heard about sex before, but never anything like this.

  “Men aren’t supposed—oh, God—to see women this way. You can’t—oh, please!”

  Eb lightly slapped her bottom again, chuckling when she cried out and shifted restlessly. “The difference is that you’re our woman and we can see you any way we want to. Jeremiah, it seems our little Maggie’s shy about us seeing her this way. She’ll soon get used to us touching and licking everything, won’t you, honey?”

  They couldn’t be serious! How could anyone get used to this?

  Jeremiah slid a fingertip inside her, drawing even more of her juices from her, and ran his finger over her folds, coating them with her moisture. “Nice and wet.” He tapped her clit, making her jolt and whimper, the tingling there growing stronger by the second. “Her clit’s swollen and too sensitive to touch. I can’t give her any attention there until I take care of her ass.”

  “Get to it, then. She’s got a few more slaps coming.” Eb slapped her bottom again, this time keeping his hand over the heat he’d ignited and holding it in.

  Not trusting the sound of that, Maggie fought to close her thighs and rub them together. The pressure inside her kept building, even stronger than before, and she wanted the release she knew would end the torment. “What did Jeremiah mean by that? What are you going to do to me? You don’t have to spank me anymore. I won’t go to town again without telling you. I promise. I want to come.”

  Jeremiah chuckled, moving his leg out of the way when she tried to rub against it. “But, honey, you seem to like being spanked this way. Why would we stop?” He stroked her pussy one last time before withdrawing and, to her mortification, leaned down to kiss one of the cheeks of her bottom.

  “I don’t want to be spanked like a naughty little girl. I’m a woman, damn it. Let me up.” The pool of lust that settled low in her abdomen made her pussy clench in spasms she couldn’t prevent. She couldn’t stop wiggling, so close to that delicious release she could almost taste it. “Please do something.”

  “I’m about to—and we’re certainly not spanking you like a little girl. Believe me, darlin’, we know you’re all woman.” Jeremiah’s hand covered the lower part of her bottom as he slid a thumb through her juices. “Let’s see how well you like having something in your ass.”

  Maggie froze as he parted the cheeks of her bottom, exposing her bottom hole to the cool breeze and their hot gazes. “What are you doing? Oh, God!”

  She panted, chills racing up and down her spine as Jeremiah’s slick thumb touched her most forbidden opening. “Don’t touch me there.”

  Oh, God! They couldn’t. They wouldn’t.

  A slap landed on her bottom again, right above Jeremiah’s hand, this one sharper than any of the others. “We’re going to do more than touch your ass, Maggie. We’re going to fuck you there. How else did you think you would take us together? Your ass belongs to us just as much as the rest of you.”

  Maggie opened her mouth to protest but squealed instead when Jeremiah applied pressure, the pinch of her bottom hole steali
ng her breath as the ring of muscle gave way. “Oh, my God. It’s inside me.”

  Jeremiah pushed a little deeper. “Just a little, honey. You’re going to fuck yourself on my thumb while Eb’s beating that beautiful ass of yours. You’re going to take all of it, Maggie.”

  She fought their hold, but every time she moved, it shifted the tip of Jeremiah’s thumb inside her, the stark intimacy of the feeling making her shiver all over and her words come out on panting breaths. “No. I won’t. It pinches. Take it out. Just spank me and be done with it.”

  Another slap landed at the same time Eb reached under her to pinch a nipple. “Don’t make the mistake of trying to tell us how to punish you, Maggie. You’re ours, and we’ll punish you as we see fit. You knew you’d be spanked for leaving the ranch, but you chose to do it anyway. We want to make sure you understand what you’ve got coming to you if you ever disobey us again.”

  Tapping her nipple, he bent low. “If you misbehave in the future, it’ll tell us you need this kind of attention.”

  Jeremiah slid his finger through her slick folds and touched it to her clit. “You’re not only going to accept it, you’re going to participate in your own punishment.”

  Maggie tried again to kick her legs, but Jeremiah had them pinned. “No, I won’t. I’ll hate you for this.”

  Jeremiah’s finger on her clit teased her mercilessly, but she couldn’t move against it to get the friction she needed.

  Eb slapped her ass again, which moved her on Jeremiah’s finger, but also forced a little more of his thumb into her bottom, drawing her attention there. “You won’t hate us. You’ll be begging us to fuck you.”

  Maggie groaned hoarsely, too conscious of the thumb invading her ass to think about much else. “It burns.”

  Rubbing the heat into her bottom, Eb pinched her nipple again. “Honey, it’s just Jeremiah’s thumb. It’s gonna burn even more when one of us works a cock into you.”

  Maggie couldn’t be still, needing Jeremiah’s touch on her clit more than she’d ever needed anything in her life. As soon as she focused on her ass, Eb pinched her nipple, focusing her attention there. Concentrating on her nipple and moving on Jeremiah’s finger, she inadvertently took more of his thick thumb in her bottom.

  Just when she thought she’d go over, another slap on her ass pulled her back, tormenting her, the pleasure so strong it threatened her sanity.

  She tried in vain to rub against Jeremiah’s finger, knowing it would be enough to send her over.

  With a soft chuckle, Jeremiah slid his finger away, using it to tease her folds and pussy opening.

  Furious now, she kicked her feet, stilling when his thumb went deeper. “You moved, damn you. Put it back!”

  She bucked in Eb’s arms, inadvertently working herself on Jeremiah’s thumb. It burned, but the burn only seemed to heighten the pleasure, driving her into a frenzy of need. Trying to kick at Jeremiah, she clawed at Eb’s leg, screaming her frustration at both of them.

  “You bastards! I hate you.”

  The slaps continued, lighter and more infrequent now as Eb and Jeremiah spoke in low tones, but her own cries kept her from hearing what they said. She struggled to get the attention to her clit she needed, coming up more fully on her knees in order to reach his finger.

  It pushed Jeremiah’s thumb deeper, and her inner muscles tightened on it of their own volition, making the burn even hotter.

  “That’s it, honey.” Jeremiah released her legs, finally allowing her to move.

  Rocking now, she shuddered, finally able to rub against Jeremiah’s finger just as his thumb thrust deep. “Yes. Oh, God. Yes!”

  The tingles that radiated from her slit warned her that she was about to go over, to experience that wonderful bliss of the night before.

  Without any warning, Jeremiah’s finger moved away.

  Furious and desperate to come, Maggie flailed on Eb’s lap. “No. No! Put it back. Give it to me.”

  Another sharp slap on her bottom didn’t dissuade her as she bucked, frantic for release.

  “No, Maggie. That’s it for you.” Eb ran a hand over her bottom, holding her down on his lap until she stilled.

  Maggie couldn’t stop tightening on the thumb in her ass. “No. Please, do something.”

  They wouldn’t really leave her like this, would they? Waiting breathlessly for the touch that would put her over, she froze, squeezing her eyes closed on a moan as the cheeks of her bottom were parted wider.

  Jeremiah slid his thumb almost all the way out of her, paused, and slowly pressed it back in again. “No coming, Maggie. That’s your punishment. If you behave, we’ll do this anytime you want and make you come over and over. Now, be still so I can stretch you a little.”

  Blinking back tears of frustration, Maggie gulped in air as she struggled to adapt to the deliberate strokes. Lying there over Eb’s lap with her ass in the air and her thighs parted wide, she whimpered in distress against Eb’s leg.

  His hands stayed on her back, holding her down, but caressing her at the same time. “You like having your ass fucked, don’t you, Maggie? Wait until we get you stretched a little more, and we’ll fill it with cock. That’s enough for now, Jeremiah. Her ass is gonna feel that for quite a while.”

  He ran his hand over her bottom one last time as Jeremiah slowly slid his thumb from her, teasing her by circling around her tingling opening as he withdrew. After untying her hands, Eb helped her to her feet, holding on to her when she swayed. “Now we’re gonna sit at the table with Dad and Esmeralda and eat the fine wedding dinner she prepared.”

  Out of her mind with need, Maggie reached down to touch her clit herself, growling at Jeremiah when he caught her hand.

  “No, Maggie. No coming for you.” He slid her pants up her thighs and fastened them, ignoring her struggles.

  At the same time, Eb leaned in to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently.

  With her hands now free, she grabbed his shoulders, crying out when her knees buckled.

  Releasing her nipple with a pop, Eb caught her, his hands firm on her upper arms, tightening when she cried out in rage and tried to swing at him. “Don’t leave me like this. Stop playing with me. Are you men or not? You said you’re my husbands. You’re supposed to finish it.”

  He shook her once, his voice snapping like a whip. “Stop it right now! I know you’re all riled up, but behave yourself. You’re gonna learn we mean business, Maggie, one way or another. It’s hard work running a ranch, and I don’t have the time or the patience to be getting you out of trouble because you didn’t mind me. I don’t want to be distracted worrying about you.” His unrelenting tone and the determined look on his face told her that he’d have no tolerance for any infractions.

  Humiliated, horrified, and angrier than she’d ever been in her life, Maggie swiped the hair out of her face and glared at both of them. “We’re not in Oklahoma, and I’m not in any danger. There was no reason to…”

  “Spank your beautiful ass?” Jeremiah added helpfully.

  “Ooh!” She stomped her foot and then regretted it when Eb’s eyes went to her jiggling breasts. Reaching for the ends of her shirt, she covered them, her breath catching at the feel of the material sliding over her nipples.

  Jeremiah slapped away her trembling fingers to fasten her shirt himself. “Let me do that, or we’ll be all day here waiting for you.”

  Maggie clung to him as he righted her clothing, moaning at the feel of the rough fabric sliding over her sensitive skin. Unable to believe they would actually leave her this way, she shifted restlessly, trying to rub against Jeremiah. “You’re mean and hateful to do this to me.”

  Overwhelmed by the tingling of her skin, she couldn’t inject the heat in her tone she strove for.

  Eb slid a hand inside her shirt and tweaked a nipple. “I don’t want to hear anymore. My cock is hard enough to pound nails after that, and I’m in no better mood than you are.” Grabbing her chin, he got right in her face. “And I’m stronger
and meaner than you could ever be, so don’t push it. Sit down and behave. We’ll both fuck you good after supper, but you’re gonna stew in your own juices awhile.”

  Jeremiah picked up the reins again and started down the road to the ranch. “You’re not mad because Eb spanked you, honey. You’re mad because you liked it, and you also liked having my thumb up your tight ass.”

  Her face flamed, her cheeks growing so hot she would have fanned herself if they hadn’t been looking. “I’ll never forgive either one of you for that.”

  Eb slid a finger between her thighs, unerringly stroking her clit. “Sure you will. Now put on a happy face for Esmeralda and the others.” At her scowl, he raised a brow and stroked her once again before removing his hand. “If you don’t, I’ll haul your ass upstairs and spank you again—this time, where everyone can hear your cries.”

  Chapter Four

  Maggie didn’t remember much about dinner.

  Seated between Eb and Jeremiah with her body still humming and her bottom still warm, she found it difficult to sit still and impossible to concentrate on the conversation going on around her. She couldn’t even remember what she ate, some of whatever Eb and Jeremiah stuck on her plate because they kept lifting a fork to her mouth every time she stopped eating.

  Torn between wanting to hurry up and finish so she could go home and nervous about being alone with them again, she did her best to smile at Mr. Tyler and Esmeralda’s teasing, but for the life of her couldn’t even remember what they’d said.

  She’d never known an arousal could be so intense or that it could last so long. It bordered on pain, and she wondered if she’d be able to slip across the yard to her house, lock herself in the bedroom, and try to relieve it.

  Jeremiah leaned close, his voice a low whisper in her ear. “Stop fidgeting. Your bottom isn’t that hot. Accept your punishment like a good girl. Now smile and finish your supper. You’re not eating anything, Maggie. Come on, honey, have another bite.”