by Kaliana Cole
“Ask for it, darlin, whatever you want, you only have to ask.” Ty’s voice was labored, the allure of her fragrant arousal taking its toll.
“Everything, I want everything.” The words were gasped, her breath labored.
“Mmm, that sounded more like a demand than a request, Ty.” Colby’s voice held heated amusement. “But we are getting somewhere. I reckon two fingers should do the trick.”
He slipped from her tight grip and collected more of the fluids dripping so freely from her neglected cunt.
Emma panted as she felt two fingers press for entrance. Involuntarily her sphincter tightened. “Ease up, baby. Take a deep breath. I’ll slide right in and you will feel it like never before. That dark edge you love so much. Breathe, Em.” Colby laid an open-mouth kiss on the rounded curve of one cheek before nipping hard.
Emma shuddered as the small pain tweaked fevered nerves, stoking the flames higher. Shuddered and took a deep breath. Colby breached her ass as her muscles relaxed enough to admit two well-slicked fingers. He slid them to the second knuckle before she clamped down upon him, her inner muscles gripping tight. “Fuck! Em, baby, relax, honey. It’s okay, just feel me inside you. It will feel so damn good once you relax.”
If it got any better than this she was going to pass out. The addictive burn heightened every time her inner muscles tightened, scorching her, stealing her sanity. She wanted him to move, to feel the drag over sensitive nerves. She wanted more, needed more, had reached the point where nothing mattered but the pleasure. Her groan felt like it had been ripped from deep inside her. Primal need echoed in the timbre.
Three sets of ears heard her capitulation, three savage grins lit faces high with lust’s flush. “One word, that’s all it’s gonna take, darlin’. Just say ‘please.’” Ty craned his neck and blew on her glistening clit.
Colby pressed the point, withdrawing his fingers until only the very tips tantalized her ass. “Say it, baby, and I’ll let you have the whole length.” Colby’s voice was strained, need riding him hard, but he continued to deny her.
Zach just teased her mouth, letting her suck madly before leaving her tongue flickering in vain to reach his straining member. He held her hair brutally as he rubbed the silken head along her bottom lip. “Come on, honey, one word and you can have it all.”
One word ripped from her throat, galvanizing three men to immediate action. Fingers plunged with fiery devastation into the depths of her clenching ass, hungry lips latched on to her sodden clit, sucking with absolute greed, and the steely length of Zach’s sinful-tasting cock slid to nudge the back of her throat.
Emma came. She screamed her pleasure around Zach, the vibrations sending him plunging to join her. His cruel hand made sure she swallowed every last drop of the scalding load he shot halfway down her throat. The constrictions as she swallowed pulled shudder after shudder out of him as his balls strived to turn inside out. No sooner did she release his spent cock than she felt herself lifted, vaguely heard the rip of foil.
Colby lifted her to straddle him, his cock head popping through her entrance in a wash of hot cream. He gripped her hips and pulled her down relentlessly until her ass sat flush on his balls. Emma arched at the wicked stretch. He hadn’t given her time to adjust to his entry, but the touch of force only drove her higher.
One big hand splayed between her shoulder blades, pushing her to lie on Colby’s chest, his driving thrusts not hampered by the position. She felt Ty close in behind her, felt a moment’s panic when she felt a nudge at her anus. But it wasn’t his cock being fed in to her, it was the damn vibrator. Colby stilled, holding her captive while Ty gave her a taste of the tantalizing forbidden pleasure of double penetration.
Emma struggled to pull oxygen from the air as sensation assaulted her. The thin membrane separating the toy and Colby’s iron cock throbbed with a life of its own. The pinch of entry faded to unadulterated feeling of excess. Too much sensation, too much pleasure. A decadent, luxurious sentience like no other.
She felt the soft touch of lips against the small of her back, felt more than heard his rough warning. “Hang on to her, Colb.” Ty turned the vibrator on.
A thousand ripples of blinding sensation tore through her. Emma bucked and writhed on the twin impalements. Her swollen clit raked Colby’s root with every motion, an added allure she did not need to explode. Never before had she orgasmed without direct clitoral stimulation. It ripped through her silently, quaking her body with an intensity that left her breathless.
Colby slammed her down on his cock as he came, the blunt head pushing against her cervix, begging for entry where there was none to be had. The relentless vibrations were unending, creating a circle of pleasure too devastating to bear.
It was Ty’s growl as he yanked the toy from her grasping forbidden passage that pulled Emma from the maelstrom. He lifted her from his brother’s body, laying her face down across the burgundy sheet.
* * * *
Ty shoved a pillow under her hips and straddled her, her legs together between his hairy thighs. His seeking cock found its home in the wet, slick folds. He lodged the thick head with his fist and then dropped to his elbows over her, skin to skin contact robbing him of the last piece of his control.
A truly animalistic grunt tore from his throat as he ruthlessly plunged, feeling the silk of her inner thighs as an added clasp.
In this position he couldn’t go too deep, couldn’t hurt her. He let his demons have their heads and rode her hard. The plush mounds of her ass cushioned every brutal thrust. He nearly came as he thought of pounding into her untried ass like this, hard and unbridled, but pushed the thought away. Later, a silent promise.
He licked and bit at her neck and shoulders, every whimper and cry driving him on. “Say it, Em, say what I want to hear.” Her inarticulate cry sent him over the edge, his hot seed exploding from him.
He felt his hand grabbed by a smooth hand, felt her shove it under her body. The greedy little wench wanted more. He pinched her clit, finesse long gone. Her cunt grabbed at his sensitive cock and Emma stiffened. She screamed his name as she bucked beneath his weight, fighting the pleasure coursing through her veins.
Ty collapsed, only just sliding to the side so his weight didn’t crush her. He laughed, breathless. “You’re gonna be the death of me darlin’.” He kissed her shoulder. “But you missed the vital lesson. You were supposed to say ‘please.’”
Em smiled, sleepy but victorious. “I don’t know, ‘now’ had just the effect I was looking for.”
“Wench.” Ty slapped her ass as he rose to clean up and dispose of the condom. “Don’t think that will work every time.”
Emma yawned. “Betcha it does.” It was hardly audible, but three chuckles were heard. They knew she was right.
Chapter 11
By the weekend, Emma’s nerves were completely shot. Saturday stretched on interminably toward two o’clock, the time they were due to arrive at the canyon cabin.
At half past one, Emma ventured outside for the first time since she had arrived at the Whelans. The sunlight was bright to her unaccustomed eyes, but she drew deep the fresh air. Being cooped up inside had tested her patience. In the back of her mind sat the nagging sensation that someone was watching her. But for this plan to work, they needed someone to be watching her.
So far the plan had run smooth. Ty had booked the cabin, and, as arranged by Andy, Callum had let it slip to the Marshalls. The archrivals had immediately informed every member of the Kinky Kat that the Whelans were taking their filly to the canyon to break her.
If that hadn’t fueled the rumors enough, Colby and Zach had taken a very high profile trip to Aiden’s. They had near bought the store out. Colby had accidently dropped the bag in the aisle of the diner at seven o’clock on Friday night while half the town was congregated there for dinner before heading over to the Kat. If there was a resident of Liberty springs who didn’t know the Whelan boys were nailing Emma Duncan’s ass on Saturday night at the cany
on cabin, they were deaf and blind or living on the moon.
When Emma spoke to Ty about her sullied reputation, he had been understanding but adamant. “Your safety is more important to us than any reputation, darlin’. We catch this bastard, you get your life back, and we all get a future.”
The last word scared Em. What was their future? Her sojourn in their home felt like a holiday, an impermanent stay. She had her own home, her own life. She doubted they would give up theirs and come and live with her, or even if they would, would it work? She needed her space, time alone in which to work, time to think.
Ty, Colby, and Zach overwhelmed her. They took charge of her life with the same ease with which they took over her body. Her days had begun to revolve around their comings and goings as much as her nights did. Night after night they lavished attention upon her, driving her higher than ever before. Her body began to associate the fall of the darkness with pleasure. As the sun set her panties dampened.
She knew how Pavlov’s dogs felt. The poor bastards had never stood a chance.
They loaded her into Zach’s big dual cab. Zach left the Whelan Brothers’ Produce magnetic signs on just in case someone watching was a little dense.
“Relax, darlin’.” Ty slid in beside her, leaving the other two in the front. “You can trust Andy. He’ll move heaven and earth to find this guy. All we have to do is go for a nice drive out to the cabin and wait.”
“Can’t we play just a little bit?” Colby’s whine came from the front. “All these lovely toys here are just begging to be played with.”
Em smiled and shook her head. The world could be ending and Colby would still be thinking about getting laid, but her look was eloquent and Colby turned back around.
Ty reached out and tugged Em toward him. She went slowly, but the reluctance was feigned. Ty’s arms were the best place she could think of being. She snuggled in until her head rested comfortably on his chest, the strong beat of his heart beneath her ear. For this one small comfort she would nearly sacrifice her independence. Nearly.
* * * *
“Talk to me, Andy.” As soon as they passed the turnoff to the first cabin, Ty put his hand to the flesh-colored earbud and spoke.
“Ty, everyone’s in place. One went in with the cleaning crew this morning and swept the place. It’s clean, but remember you will likely be under surveillance from a distance. You may have to put on a bit of a show to lure him in closer. We were careful to take up approach positions only. No one on team has a direct line of sight with the windows. Keep your eye out for traffic. We’ll keep you in the loop.”
“Thanks, Andy.”
The only vehicle they passed was the local contractor for the electricity company working on a pole just before the drive. Zach waved as they drove past and turned into the driveway. Five minutes later they pulled up in the garage adjoining the cabin.
“Showtime,” Ty whispered in her ear as she rose from his chest. He saw the look of regret as she lifted from him. “If Andy nails this guy today, I promise I will spend all day tomorrow just holding you, darlin’. I’m getting just as addicted to it as you are. I’m sure my heart only beats when you’re lying there to hear it.”
* * * *
Em could only lean forward and kiss the big, dopey smile that graced his rugged face. There wasn’t much she wouldn’t do to see that smile. It made her feel valued and cherished. Loved.
“Get out of that!” Zach teased, coming to open the door. “We’re meant to be big tough he-Doms today. None of that tender stuff until he’s gone.” That didn’t stop him from sticking his head in and claiming an equally gentle kiss.
Colby complained, “That would be right, I’m getting the bags and you two get the kisses.”
“You can have yours later,” she assured him, stepping out of the vehicle and containing the urge to check for their watcher.
The cabin was one giant room. The only doors were for a toilet and storage cupboards. A fire crackled merrily in the open fireplace, warding off the minimal chill. In a place where one came to be naked, Emma presumed it was men who liked it to be warm. A woman’s body was improved by the cold. A man’s response was not so flattering.
Emma stopped dead as she spotted the room’s distinguishing features. The solid timber and wrought iron bed was freaking huge. Ten people could sleep in it and not touch. Well, not quite ten, but it was the biggest bed Emma had ever seen. But it was only a bed. As was the whirlpool bath, big enough for six.
It was the contraption before the large expanse of glass overlooking the isolated valley that held her attention.
Suspended on a pulley system from the ceiling was a series of padded straps and loops. Emma eyed it suspiciously. “Don’t look at it like that, Em. I can make that swing your best friend in a matter of seconds. We gotta get us one of those for home.” Zach clearly found her trepidation amusing.
Colby stowed their gear while Ty contacted Andy.
Ty shook his head to Zach’s silent raise of eyebrows. “Well, darlin’, looks like we have got to put on a bit of a show after all.” He moved to Emma, turning her to face him, making sure she was looking at him. “Will you trust us to make this good for you, to protect you?”
Her eyes were locked on the blindfold he held in his hands. It took a long time for her to relax and nod. “Good girl.”
He pulled her to him, seizing her hair. It would have looked rough and commanding. It felt anything but. His lips begged at her mouth, pleading for her response, his fingers only fisted in her hair. The hand actually cupped her skull tenderly. His heart was in his eyes as he held her gaze, willing her to trust him, trust them.
Emma saw the blindfold coming. Her heart raced, anxiety soaring, but Ty’s pleading gaze had her holding her ground. The last thing she saw was his slate eyes softening, love shining through, then there was darkness.
Hands caressed her, smoothing her clothing from her body. The peasant blouse with the elastic gather was no barrier, the three-quarter-length cargos fell away at their touch.
Roughened hands, their touch worshipful, slid the thong from her hips. Ty.
Dexterous fingers undid the hooks of her bra, teeth nibbling her nape. The heavy stubble gave Colby away.
Fingers threaded through her hair, silken lips finding hers, Zach’s purely masculine taste swept through her mouth as his tongue was granted entrance.
Her men. Even robbed of her sight she knew who did what. She knew their textures. Knew their touch. Their taste and their scent. The blindfold just made her more aware of what they did, and how they did it.
Ty had slow hands, every touch deliberate and measured. His hands lingered, as though loath to lose the touch of her skin for one second. He also pandered to her love of stubble, dragging the growth of his beard against her tender skin, nuzzling whenever opportunity arose.
Nipping teeth and a diabolical tongue belonged to the youngest brother. Colby liked to indulge his oral fixation. Emma loved the hungry little noises he made in his throat that turned her on to no end.
Zach liked to tweak. He touched for response, to get a reaction. A kiss here, a pinch there, only if she grabbed him and held him in place would he give her more of the same. He played her body like an instrument, a musician searching for the perfect melody.
They led her in a slow dance toward their goal. Cold straps were a shock against her skin as she was buckled into the contraption. Wide padded straps over her thighs, smaller ones at mid calf, tender lips kissed the nearly healed marks below. Upper arms were encircled as well before she felt a wide sling spread along her back.
“We’re going to lift you now, sweet. Relax, Em, this is going to be so damn good.” Zach must have removed his shirt, for the kiss of springy hair met her shoulders before the hot skin of his chest. Scorching heat bathed her where he touched. His voice promised nefarious deeds.
The sling cupped her body as she lifted, her weight distributed without pressure, like floating in space. Space perfumed with the spice of aro
used male. The musk played around her in a tempting cloud. Rough hands parted her thighs. The rasp of denim told her Ty had not taken off his jeans.
“I’m staying right here between you and that window, darlin’. No one gets to see you but us.” Emma relaxed, putting her trust in the big man and the size of his body. She would be just legs sticking out to anyone watching. Ty was just that damn big.
A squeal was hastily swallowed when the swing lifted higher. “Mmm, that’s better, I won’t be getting sore knees today.” Stubble rubbed against her inner thighs gently and big hands gripped her hips. Emma wished she could see Ty. From her half-reclined position every swipe of his velvet tongue would be visible. She had never had the guts to watch him before, but now it was a burning need.
A smooth-shaven face burrowed in on her neck, kissing, licking, biting. That was Zach and Ty accounted for. Colby’s absence made her nervous. “Where is Colb?”
“Getting some toys ready. You should see him. He’s like a kid in a candy store. He’s just dyin’ to show you what you’re missing out on, hon.” Hands wrapped her ribs and slid slowly up to cup her breasts. Zach pinched the nipples hard and released, making her arch. “I can’t wait to see these hard little points with clamps on them. You love that bite of pain. It will just keep going with those.”
The thought tightened her body, arousal building despite the circumstances. Her need for heavy handling had embarrassed her, but the brothers gloried in her darker needs, enjoyed helping her dance the wicked blade where pain and pleasure met.
“Em definitely likes that idea. There’s a nice shine on all these lovely petals now.” Ty ran his finger down the crease where inner thigh met torso. He had been teasing her everywhere but had not touched her folds. Emma knew she would be close to begging before long. They knew just what buttons to press.
Straining ears picked up Colby’s return. A hard kiss stamped across her lips. “Stop worrying, sweet. I’m gonna make this so fucking good you will be begging for it every time.” Emma didn’t know if he was talking about playing with his toy collection or the swing, but he didn’t give her time to worry. She was glad Zach’s hands held her steady because her upper body dropped backwards.
