by Jane Jamison
She trusted him not to hurt her and understood that his spanking her was in no way the same as all the spankings she’d received at the end of her father’s belt. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to let him do it.
“No.”
Both men stilled. Were they disappointed in her? Hoping to make up for it, she swallowed Hank’s cock again, hollowed her cheeks, and pumped it even harder. If her eyes were uncovered, she’d try to tell Ron how much she wished she could do as he wanted with one pleading look.
“It’s okay. When you’re ready, you’ll let us know.”
“He’s right, baby,” added Hank. He was near the edge, his voice tinged with the battle to keep from letting go.
A surge of power swept through her. They could blindfold her and tie her hands behind her back, but she could make them come.
Whipping her tongue around Hank’s cock, she was more than determined to make him lose it. Control was hers, but there was another side to it that surprised her. Not only did she want to prove that she could make them come whenever she wanted, an overwhelming need to please them took her over. The physicality was wonderful, but if she gave them joy, if she could make them happy, then she would be just as pleased.
Was that what being their submissive was about? To give them pleasure would mean receiving pleasure in return? Had she had it all wrong? Instead of becoming a weak-willed woman as their submissive, was it more that she had to be strong enough to give herself to them?
Her mind was turned upside down, unable to sort out her emotions from the sensations they gave her. Hank was on the brink of release and Ron had increased the fervor of his attack on her pussy, putting her in the same position that Hank was in.
Delight mixed with the pounding of her climax as it roared into her. She cried out, the sound muffled against Hank’s cock. It barreled through her, no holds barred as she tried to remain on her knees. At once powerful, she was now weak, but only in body. In her mind and in her heart, she was a lioness.
Hank growled out his climax as he shoved his cock into her mouth one last time. His body jerked as the bursts of semen shot down her throat. She drank as much of it as she could, but he was more than she could handle. If Ron hadn’t had his arm wrapped around her, she would’ve fallen onto her side. Hank pulled away, moaning as he went.
Her own orgasm ripped her apart. Nothing had ever prepared her for the unleashing of her body’s cream. Other orgasms paled in comparison. She cried out, her body shuddering as she leaned against Ron.
His cock pushed against the side of her leg as he took his hand away from her pussy and brushed it along her thigh. Keeping her close to him, he moaned and turned his climax free. Together, exhausted, they fell to the floor with him pulling her on top.
She lay panting for several moments, her body cocooned against Ron’s. Aftershocks of her orgasm continued to wreak havoc on her.
“Easy, baby.” Hank removed the makeshift blindfold.
It took her eyes a moment to adjust as Ron edged onto his knees again and undid the binding around her wrists. She blinked, still tired, but in a strange way, exhilarated.
“Holy crap.”
Hank scooped her up, putting her on her feet as Ron stood up beside her. “That was just a taste of what we want to do.”
“Do you mean for the interview?” Couldn’t they count what had just happened as her interview? Although she didn’t mind if she had to go through another one. Hell, she was looking forward to it.
Still, weren’t they ever going to give her their cocks?
Hank pressed a sweet, tender kiss to her lips. “No, baby, for the rest of our lives.”
Yet again, he’d stolen her breath away.
“If you decide to be our sub.”
She wasn’t sure how to answer. There had to be more to it than that. Sex with them for the rest of their lives? That sounded wonderful. But what about love?
Ron handed her clothes to her. “Little sub, put your clothes on. When you’re finished, we’ll show you to your room.”
Little sub?
“Yeah. To her room. Whether that’s your room or mine doesn’t matter. What does is that you’re sleeping on the couch, man.”
She dressed, enjoying their playful banter again. Once she was finished, she tossed back her hair and started toward the stairs, figuring they would follow her. “Whatever. I’ll let you two duke it out. But for right now, I need to get some sleep.”
“Head on up, darlin’, and take the room on the left at the end of the hall.”
“Your room?”
She wouldn’t get in the middle of their argument. All at once, she was too worn out to care where she slept, even if it meant climbing back into her car to get a little shut-eye.
“Yeah, my room. It’s already ready for you and your things are there.”
The hallway was long and narrow, lacking any decorations or photos on the walls. She opened the door to the bedroom, took one look at the oversized bed, and knew the three of them could easily sleep there.
“Is it okay?”
“It’s great, Ron, but are you sure you want to give up your room? I really don’t mind sleeping on the couch. After all, it’s not like I’m planning on staying long.”
“Don’t make that decision yet, baby.” Hank’s hand grazed the back of her neck. “Get some rest tonight without us in bed to keep you awake.” A wicked glint was in his eyes.
Even as tired as she was, his touch was enough to think about inviting them inside. They’d shown her a wonderful time in the kitchen with a little taste of what they’d expect from her, but they’d yet to have intercourse. Maybe if she pulled them along with her…
“The bathroom’s attached and has a linen closet in it with everything you’ll need from towels to shampoo. Make yourself at home.”
“Get some rest.” Hank jerked his head to the side. “My room is straight across the hallway. Just holler if you need anything at all.”
“I will.” What she needed was more than what they’d given her so far. But how could she complain?
“I’ll be bunking in with him for the night.” Ron’s grimace was comical.
“Now I really feel bad about taking your bed.” What the hell? Why not go for it? “Are you sure you don’t want to share?” She shifted her gaze to Hank. “Both of you?”
“Damn straight we would.”
Hank jerked Ron back. “But we won’t. Sunrise is coming soon and you need your sleep. It’s going to be a big day.”
She was dumbfounded as she watched Hank pull Ron across the hall and into a bedroom that looked very similar to the one she’d been given.
What was with them? Was withholding intercourse a part of teaching her to be a submissive? Was frustration a big factor in that? Was it some kind of a test? Damn it. Weren’t they ever going to give her their cocks?
She closed the door behind her, and ignoring the bathroom, slipped off her clothes and fell on top of the bed. Sleep hit her before she had a chance to pull down the bedspread.
Chapter Eight
Hank and Ron hadn’t said much when she’d finally awakened and gone back downstairs. Instead, they’d shared special smiles filled with the memory of what had happened on the kitchen counter. Hank was a good cook and made pancakes for the three of them. They ate in a hurry with her sensing that they needed to get to work. Her sleeping in had put them behind schedule. And yet, when she’d asked to tag along, they hadn’t complained or told her that she’d hold them back.
Carly couldn’t believe how comfortable she felt in the saddle. Growing up in a small Texas town didn’t mean that she knew how to ride a horse. She had for most of her life tried her best to stay away from all things involving a ranch, including horses. Horses were big, dirty animals who did a lot of snorting and pooping. Pooping out large globs of smelly excrement.
That much was true. But once Hank had helped her up on top of Risky, a sweet-tempered paint horse, she’d learned the other truth about horses. They were, for
the most part, friendly, with personalities of their own. And they were a whole lot of fun to ride.
She’d managed to stay in the saddle as they’d trotted out to the pasture. The sun blazed down on her back, warming her, but it wasn’t warmth that could match their heated glances. They were ranchers and had their chores to do, but she couldn’t help but hope that they’d find time to spend with her.
The ride out to where the herd grazed had given them a chance to talk. Somehow, riding on top of the animal, looking straight ahead, gave her the nerve to ask more questions.
“Can I ask? Why do you like being Doms? Or at least, I’m assuming you do since you’re doing it for free.”
Hank heeled his mount closer to hers. “Yeah, we like it. It’s a big responsibility, but we like to think we’re doing it to help others as well as having our own fun. Our first experience into the whole scene wasn’t the greatest.”
“So you didn’t start at the club?”
Ron cast a telling look at his friend. “Our first time was in a club out in Arizona. We weren’t Doms then. In fact, we didn’t know much about BDSM and went to the club on a lark. What we saw changed our lives.”
She didn’t urge him to keep talking. If they wanted her to know, she was sure they’d tell her.
“Ron’s right. It wasn’t good, by any means. After we saw how the Doms at that club treated their subs, we thought we’d never give it a try.”
The pain with the ache she heard in Hank’s voice surprised her. She’d have thought nothing could bother a strong man like him. But whatever they’d seen had cut him to the core.
“It was Paul and Destin that showed us what it’s really supposed to be like.”
Her choice to wait for them to tell her was gone. She had to ask, wanting to know anything that would help her understand them. “What went on there? Did you”—she paused, biting her bottom lip—“get hurt?” But who could hurt men like them?
They brought their horses to a stop at the same time, then let them move a couple of feet closer to hers. Hank had his head tucked down, his gaze averted, but Ron met hers head-on.
“We saw things we hope you never see. Men treating women without any respect. Men beating on them without a thought for their safety, much less their pleasure. There were no safe words used. That club was everything our club isn’t and we can thank Paul and Destin for that.”
Hank touched her arm and she shifted in her saddle toward him. “When they showed us what it was like to be Doms in the right way, it was like having a weight lifted off us. Our world opened up, changing us for the better. Back then, I never thought I’d be able to say that I’m proud to be a Dom.”
Ron’s horse nickered his impatience. “The only thing that’s missing from our lives now is a woman we can call our own.” His hungry gaze swept over her, settling somewhere in the pit of her stomach. “We’re hoping we’ve finally her.”
She inhaled, caught unprepared for the sudden rush of emotions flowing between them. Could she tell them that they’d found that woman? And yet, once again, she wondered if they were talking only about sex. Did they include love in their hopes?
She was about to ask when Hank let out a curse.
“Damn calf. Do you see him, Ron? He’s gotten himself tangled up in some brush. Come on, man, let’s get him out of there before he hurts himself.”
They galloped ahead of her, leaving her wishing they’d had more time to talk. But if she could believe them, she’d have many more chances. Maybe even a lifetime.
* * * *
Hank and Ron were ahead of her, rounding up cattle and herding them into a pen that was located several yards behind the barn. They moved with ease, one with their horses. To watch them was like watching a ballet of animal and man.
Cowboys had never been much her style, aside from Hank and Ron. Maybe it was just because it was them, but she couldn’t help but thrill at the way they tugged their hats low on their foreheads. Or their casual way of dress, with faded jeans and worn boots. Whether they wore a T-shirt or a button-down shirt, nothing could hide their powerful physiques. They looked as though someone had taken a tall thick tree trunk and carved hard human flesh from it. Muscles rippled under their shirts, and forearms showed tendons as they lifted their lassoes over their heads and wrangled an uncooperative calf. Their whistles sounded like the songs of birds.
But it was their quick glances that sent her heartbeat into overtime. Glances that told her they wanted her more than their words could ever express.
Last night had given her a taste of the treatment she could expect from them. They were kind, yet firm. Tender yet masculine. And sexy as hell, especially when they were telling her what they wanted her to do.
Was that what a master/submissive relationship was? If so, she’d had it all wrong. She’d only known the pain her father’s hand could cause. But the pain from Hank’s and Ron’s touches was altogether different.
Could she let them spank her? If what she’d learned last night held true, the pain they’d give her with a slap to her buttocks would thrill and excite her. If she could put the awful memories of her father away, would she discover an entirely different way of receiving and giving pleasure?
She tipped the cowboy hat Ron had given her to wear and shifted in the saddle. What would Suzie think if she saw her? More than likely she’d laugh her ass off. She’d have to call her soon, but she’d been so busy with the men that she’d flat forgotten.
The buzz of her phone in her back pocket had her pulling it out, already sensing that she knew who was calling.
“Hey, girl. How goes it?”
“How goes it? Wow. You sound happy. So how goes it with you?”
She grinned. Her friend didn’t miss a thing. “I’m fine. Better than fine.”
“Really? Why? Don’t tell me something good happened after I left? I swear. I spend my entire life in that one horse town and not a damn thing happens. Once I up and leave for a bit, then all kinds of stuff goes on. So tell me. I’m dying to know what’s got your grin on.”
“Well…” She couldn’t help but tease Suzie by keeping her news to herself for a little longer. “I moved out of my dad’s house.”
“You did? That’s great.” Suzie paused as the realization that something more was up sunk in. “Seriously, that’s great, but where’d you go? You don’t make enough money at your job to rent out the back room in a bar.”
She hadn’t told Suzie about her savings. Things had a way of slipping out of Suzie’s mouth by accident. “I moved out because I had to. My dad was his usual loving self and took it out on my mom. I called Sheriff Ray, but you know his sorry ass didn’t do anything about it. Not that he had much choice. Until my mom’s ready to press charges, then nothing’s going to change.” She wished she hadn’t thought about that. It took away her happiness in a flash.
“I’m sorry about your mom, Carly. But I’m glad you’re out of there. So where are you?”
She was determined not to let it keep her down for long. “Actually, since you’re out of town, I ended up staying with another friend. Two friends.”
“Really? Who? Cindy Walker? Evelyn Hays? Who’s replacing me as your best girlfriend?”
“You know no one could ever replace you as my best friend.”
“Then who?”
She paused again, mainly for dramatic effect, then blurted it out. “Hank and Ron.”
The silence that followed was almost as fun to hear as Suzie’s squeal that came next.
“You’re fucking kidding me. That Hank and Ron? The guys you’ve lusted after since like forever? How’d you manage that?”
“Well, when I applied for the job at the club, they were the ones who did the interview. Paul handed it over to them.”
“And they hired you?”
“Yeah, but I turned it down.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope. Not even. Then after my dad pulled his usual shit, I went back to the club and got another chance at the job
. I have another interview later today, but when he found me sleeping in my car—”
“Oh, no. Why didn’t you call me? I could’ve told you where to find the hidden key for the house.”
That was Suzie. Always ready to give her the shirt off her back. Anything to help out.
“It’s okay. In fact, it’s better than okay. When Hank found me sleeping in my car, he invited me to stay with them.”
Suzie sucked in a gasp. “Oh, my word. You slept in the car?”
“For a bit before I went home with Hank. And what’s more? I, uh, I mean, we got into it. If you catch my drift.”
Suzie’s second squeal had Risky laying his ears flat. Did the high-pitched noise hurt his ears?
“That’s amazing. Damn, but I missed all the good stuff.”
Ron brought his horse to a stop, took a moment to lift his hand to her, and then went back to working the herd.
“Right now, believe it or not, I’m sitting on the back of a horse and watching them work cattle. Anyway, we’ll have to catch up on everything later, okay?”
“What? Come on. You’ve got a lot of details to fill in.”
“Later, girl. Right now, I’m going to focus all my attention on watching two hotter than hell cowboys. Catch you later.”
Suzie’s complaints echoed out of the phone as Carly hit the end button. Her friend wouldn’t wait long, but she figured she’d fill her in on everything once the interview was over and she officially had the job.
Hank wheeled his horse around, then took off after a skittish calf that had taken off running. Ron was on the other side of the herd, busy with his own wayward animals.
I can do that. Then I could help out and make myself useful.
It was either that or having to do housework. And she hated doing housework.
She knew she shouldn’t, but she didn’t resist the urge. Instead, she kicked Risky enough to get him to go, then added another kick to break him out of the slow walk. Before she knew it, the wind was tossing her curls around and she was hanging on for dear life.
