Cole, Kaliana - No Bag Limit [Liberty Springs, Wyoming 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Kaliana Cole

  Colby’s evil little chuckle made it clear who was responsible. “I want you where we can reach those lovely breasts of yours, Em. Big brother wants your pussy right where he can eat it, if he ever gets around to it, so just lay back and let us look after you.” His mouth descended on her breast, heat engulfing the hardened tip. Zach gave her no warning as he claimed the other. Twin pleasures rippled from nipple to womb, pooling in the gathering tide of ecstasy.

  It was so damn easy to forget there was a madman out there somewhere with nothing on his mind but her degradation. So easy to get lost in the pleasure these men heaped upon her. Hot, wet mouths and hard bodies, stubbled jaws and deep, rough whispers. Emma’s world narrowed.

  A slick tongue swept along her slit, splintering her awareness. Ty had finally decided to partake, to use his mouth where she so desperately wanted it instead of watching her cream. A cry ripped from her throat, blonde hair cascading as she let her head fall back.

  “Oh, darlin’, you look so damn good.” Rich and jagged, Ty’s voice rolled across her senses, as devastating as the lash of his tongue that followed.

  Zach’s head lifted, drawing the nipple out until it popped from his mouth. Hard fingers immediately started rolling the wet bud. “Suck it up, princess, this may bite to start with.” The gleeful tone had her on edge more than the words.

  Fire spewed from her breasts, her lungs pulling air in with an audible whoosh, as Zach clamped her left nipple. Endlessly the heat roiled as her body strived to cope with the sensory overload. She didn’t need his advice to “breathe.” As soon as she released the breath she held, the pain flowed, her body riding the waves of pleasure that morphed from the sweet agony.

  The ride had just gentled when Colby gave the other nipple a quick pinch. “My turn. Here it comes, sweetheart.”

  Fire ruled her world once more.

  Head back, Emma breathed through the flames engulfing her, steadily rising above the lick of agony to bathe in the sultry warmth of the exquisite burn.

  “Oh, Christ, that was so fucking hot! I knew she’d like it, but, damn!” Colby was beside himself, voice deepened by lust, his excitement palpable.

  Zach’s deep groan sounded painful, hunger easily discernable. “Let’s flip her over. I can’t wait to show her the rest.”

  Ty moaned complainingly from between her legs. He didn’t want to give up his place. “Not yet, let me make her come first.”

  “No, she’ll tighten up too much. Keep her on the edge.” Zach was adamant.

  Ty gave her clit one last sucking kiss. “Sorry, darlin’, I’ve been outvoted here.” Straps tightened and a little vertigo swamped her as the world tilted. Hands adjusted the sling that was around her back to her front. One padded section sat across her hips, the other just below her breasts.

  Surprisingly comfortable, Emma got a grip on Ty’s head as he stepped in closer. “What’s happening, Ty?” He must have known she wasn’t talking about what the delinquents were up to moving her legs where they pleased.

  “All quiet, Em. Andy’s looking after that. We get to look after you.” He kissed her deeply, the taste of her still on his lips, fresh, tangy. “I know who got the better deal.”

  “Grab a cushion if you don’t want sore knees, old man, we’re dropping her down.”

  “Who are they calling old?” Amusement colored the complaint.

  She let her hands drag down Ty’s body as they lowered her prone figure. They had placed her in a suspended forward kneel, as if she were on all fours, but with her hands gloriously free. When the descent stopped, her hands rested on the waist of Ty’s jeans. “Can you take me back up an inch or two?” She felt Ty’s hesitation then the deep breath he sucked in as he realized her intention.

  “That can be arranged,” he assured her dryly. She knew his gaze was riveted on her fingers unzipping his fly. “You steal my control, darlin’.” His voice was troubled. Emma could hear the conflict as wants, needs, and responsibilities blurred. “I’m supposed to be the one keeping my wits about me. That tempting little mouth is gonna make it pretty damn hard to concentrate if Andy contacts me.”

  His body had no such conflictions. Hot, turgid flesh sprang free, the skin unbelievably fine in her hands. Every miniscule difference in texture was readily apparent, the blindfold adding to her tactile powers.

  She felt her legs being spread wider, but Em paid it no mind as she let her lips follow the path her hands had taken. Faint musk filled her nostrils as the flat of her tongue swiped across the weeping eye. Experimentally she poked her tongue into the small fissure. Ty’s gasp brought a flush of new wetness to her folds.

  Zach dipped a thick finger into her slick cunt. “So nice and wet. Ty, clip these weights on the clamps would you? I reckon we can get her wetter.” He slid a second finger in beside the first, curving them to make her arch. “Do you want more of that bite, Em? When Ty puts these on, every move you make will make them swing. You’re gonna dance just to feel the burn.” Emma groaned softly at the heat in his words, the picture they conjured.

  She relaxed her throat and took Ty all the way to the back of her throat as he leaned over her, just once, to prove that she could. “Don’t be doing that, darlin’. I plan on being here for the long haul. I won’t last if you keep doing that.”

  Em didn’t want him to go early either. She worked him easily, teasingly, just enough to keep her tongue lapping greedily at the salty drops she wrought. Hot breath expelled over his shaft as the weights clipped onto her free-hanging breasts. New shards of pleasure erupted, lifting her above the plateau she floated on.

  “She likes that. Look at her dance.” Colby’s tone was reverent. His hands smoothed the length of her back before coming to rest on the firm globes of her ass. He gave one a resounding smack. The smart of the slap caused Emma to jolt, the weights to swing, and the heat in her ass to spread most deliciously to her pussy.

  The moment she could think beyond the haze she wiggled her ass for another. Colby was happy to oblige, leaving a matching heated handprint on the other cheek. “Think of how good that is going to feel when I slide a plug in your ass, Em. Your tits and ass are going to be burning so bad that pussy is gonna weep enough to put out the flames. Do you want that, Em, want me to show you?”

  “God, yes, anything, don’t stop.” She could sense something big hovering on the horizon. Over the last week she had learned you didn’t take shelter from the storm, you danced naked in the rain and welcomed the thunder.

  The cold shock of gel didn’t dampen her ardor. Steady fingers massaged it into her rosebud, not penetrating, just pressing until she relaxed. She could feel the weight of three sets of eyes on her most intimate place, knew they all watched Colby’s fingers press for admittance. Em breathed deep and willed her body to accept the intrusion.

  Ever so slowly his finger entered, every ridge of his knuckle teasing nerve-rich satin. The cock in her hand was forgotten as the incursion of Colby’s finger captured her undivided attention. Even the hand Zach had slid beneath to tweak her clit was background noise.

  He withdrew and collected more lube, making his entry much easier this time. He twisted that finger, pumping it slowly. He pulled back and slipped a second one in. She lifted from Ty’s cockhead as Colby drew a guttural moan from her. Mouth falling open slackly, Emma welcomed the harsh pinch of the larger impalement.

  “That’s the way, honey, let Colb have you. I can’t wait to see you open up around the plug.” Zach’s breath fell against the reddened cheek of her ass as he spoke. He bit her unceremoniously. Her involuntary squeal had little to do with pain.

  Colby’s slick fingers were replaced by the cooler rounded broadness of a soft plug. “This one has plenty of give to it, sweet. It’s gonna slide right in there and give you something to squeeze on. Take a breath for me, Em.”

  The burn flared white hot as her ass was stretched further than ever before. Slick and smooth, the latex toy sank deep, the widest point pushing her love of the edge to its boundary.
Emma had just been about to cry off when it slipped through, lodging behind her inner ring of muscle, the flared base snugging into her crease.

  The feeling of being so full consumed her. Clamping down on the tickler, she rode the sensations ripping and roiling like a bronc out of the chute. Her breasts were once more afire as the weights jiggled with her rapture.

  Breathing was restricted to panting, her focus narrowed to her ass, and its rubbery invader. “Oh God, somebody fuck me. Please, I’ll say anything you want, I just need it to end.” Twisting and fighting the sensations sent them higher, more consuming, more devastating.

  “Shh, darlin’, we’ll give you what you need.” Ty’s voice reached her through the haze of pleasured pain, his hands rubbing against her cheek, soothing. “Let her have it, Zach, one little orgasm won’t hurt.”

  Her folds were split wide as a dildo slid into her entrance. The wide head let her know it was much larger than her one. The taper allowed it to work its way into her body, the gentle fucking motion jostling the plug in her ass as it made room for itself. Hands caressed her skin, smoothing strokes interspersed with sharp taps against her ass, pushing sensation to the limit.

  Moaning incoherently, Emma clutched Ty’s cock like a lifeline, the head sinking into her mouth with every slow forward thrust Zach made with the plastic cock. Crooned words of praise enveloped her, the sway of her suspended body lulled tortured nerves. Steadily she rose through the pleasure, striving toward the summit, but the need wasn’t as urgent now.

  Her grip on Ty weakened as her consciousness faded, a strange lassitude over coming her. She floated in the sensual world they created, body no longer actively seeking pleasure but a passive vessel. Taking everything they heaped upon her, soaking it up, accepting.

  * * * *

  Colby’s hand came down hard on her ass but only provoked a moan. “We did it, she has finally let go. She’s in sub-space. As long as we keep it going, she will stay there.”

  Ty tucked his hard dick away. “We got company coming. The electricity guy has just headed down the drive.” He placed a finger to the receiving unit. “Have you done a background check on him, Andy?”

  “Fuck! Get your guys in here now. It has got to be him.” His finger left the button. “Zach, get a blanket for Em.” He unbuckled straps as he spoke, determined to protect her modesty as well as her life. Zach slipped the dildo from her wet sheath and pulled a coverlet from the back of the lounge.

  The sound of shots being fired ripped through the silence. “Get her into the kitchen,” Ty roared. The nook would afford some protection.

  * * * *

  Shattering glass and roaring voices broke through the haze. Her hands batted at her breasts. “Shh, Em, let me get them for you.” Zach’s hands made quick work of removing the clamps. Emma winced when the blood flooded the tender buds, lancing pain no longer edged by pleasure.

  Tears soaked the blindfold as the pain broke through the tenuous emotional hold she had on the aftermath of her submission. Weak, broken, in need of comfort. “Oh, baby girl.” Zach’s heart sounded like it was breaking as he held her close, huddled on the floor of the kitchen.

  “What’s going on, Ty? Em needs you, man.”

  “They got him! They got the son of a bitch!”

  “Ty, you need to be here right now.” Zach was sounding frantic. Emma tried to get her hands free, twisting and turning. Zach noticed her discomfort. “It’s okay. We’ll get it out in a second.”

  “Christ, Zach, what’s wrong?” Colby peered over the edge. “This is not a good time for her to come out of it. The place is going to be crawling with cops in a minute.”

  “Pass her here.”

  Emma felt herself pulled against Ty’s hard chest, the plug shifting uncomfortably. What had been erotic only minutes ago was now a painful embarrassment, its goad felt even through her emotional depletion. “Hang on, darlin’. Let Zach take the plug out.”

  Humiliation bit deep as the object was tugged from her body and a damp cloth run over her. Ty pushed the blindfold up, but Emma refused to open her eyes, burrowing into Ty’s neck, soaking it with silent tears.

  “Andy, now is not a good time. Here, talk to Zach.” He passed the earbud over, his attention solely on the woman crying soundlessly in his arms.

  Tuning out to the noise as others entered the cabin, Emma heard only Ty’s voice, its deep comfort rolling through her as he told her the abductor had been found. That everything was going to be okay.

  “I want to go home, Ty.”

  “We’ll all go in just a few minutes. Zach and Colb are talking to Andy.” He kissed her temple.

  “My house, Ty, I want to go to my house.” Misery coated every word.

  Chapter 12

  “When are you going to wake up and smell the roses, girl? It has been three weeks. Whatever those boys did wrong, I think you’ve punished them enough.”

  Emma pushed back from the computer to regard Beth. “It is not punishment, Beth. We are not compatible, that’s all there is to it.”

  “They don’t seem to agree. They’re all moping around like someone kicked their puppy. At least talk to them, I’m getting sick of saying you’re not here when they call.”

  “We have nothing to talk about.”

  “I guess you’ll find out this morning when the feed comes if that is true,” Beth harrumphed, heading for the next room.

  “This morning? Where’s Ron?” Beth’s husband was meant to be here for that.

  “I could say he is sick, but you can deal with the truth. He wants you to talk to those lads, too.”

  “Fuck it.”

  “Yep, those are the words I told him you’d say.” Beth hummed as she bent to plug in the vacuum. The drone of the machine cut off any reply Emma might have made.

  The chime from the front gate went off a little after eleven. Emma buzzed Colby through as soon as she saw the truck on the surveillance camera. Absolutely no one had the new access code bar her and Beth.

  Emma checked in the mirror before heading down to unlock the barn. In jeans and a T-shirt she wasn’t dressed to impress. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she wore no makeup. Even she thought she looked tired. She shrugged and strode for the door, unemotional and business like.

  Colby sat in the flat-top truck and watched her punch in the code on the new lock on the barn. Emma could feel those blue eyes follow every move she made. He drove into the loading dock as soon as she slid the double doors back. When he stepped out of the truck Emma was already undoing the straps securing the mixed load. She expected his gaze to settle on her ass sticking out where she bent to do the straps, but his eyes remained on her face.

  “Hi, Em.” His voice was scratchy, unsure.

  “Colby.” Emma didn’t look up. Those blue eyes of his would be her undoing. She reached for the next strap, but her hand fell on hard male skin. Colby had beaten her to it.

  She snatched her hand back, but the damage had been done. The feel of his skin coated hers and big blue eyes filled up her vision. The pain in his eyes rivaled any she had felt over the last month.

  “Emma, sweetheart, we need you. You gotta let us talk to you. Ty hasn’t spoken a frigging word in two weeks, he hasn’t been eating, and he’s hardly sleeping. He’s a fucking mess. It doesn’t matter what happened, Em, we can get past it. We need to. You’re a part of us now.”

  “Get past it, huh?” Anger sparked despite the soulful blue eyes holding her captive. “You lot tie me up, blindfold me, push me to a point where I don’t know what way is up while some madman is trying to take a shot at you? Andy told me Hawkins was after you three.

  “To make it worse I come up out of that senseless state y’all put me in, and I’ve got clamps on my tits and something jammed in my ass. Sorry, Colby, but that is going to take a little getting past.”

  “Getting you to where you wouldn’t catch a bullet was more important than getting the plug out, Em.” Colby ran hands through his messy hair in frustration. �
�If we could do it all over again, we would have done things differently. Hell, if I’d known this was gonna happen, that I would be losing you, I would never have even taken your clothes off, Em. We should have pretended. But I can’t control it around you, Em. I see you and I want you, that is all there is to it.”

  “Maybe you should start thinking with big head instead of little head, then?”

  “That’s what Ty said.”

  She remembered Ty screening her in front of the windows, his big body blocking her from view. A chilling thought ran through her. “You knew! You fucking knew he was after you lot and not me!”

  Andy had told her of an e-mail to her they had intercepted stating that Hawkins would be removing the men from her life who weren’t treating her “right.” She shuddered to think of his definition of right.

  “Andy told Ty about it. He-man neglected to fill us in. We were more than a little angry, too, sweet.”

  Emma thought of that gorgeous big body taking a bullet for those he loved. Her heart swelled even as tears spilled wet and hot down her cheeks.

  * * * *

  Colby pulled her to him, unable to watch her cry.

  “It’s okay, sweet. He is all right, we’re all okay. We just want you back so bad.” His eyes closed as he savored the feel of her in his arms. He looked down as he felt a shudder run through her. It took him a minute to realize that it was laughter bubbling through, soggy and tear-stained but laughter just the same. “What’s so funny, love?”

  “Only a Whelan could have a hard-on while waiting to catch a bullet.”

  “For you we’d get it up on our deathbed,” he assured her, joy building in his heart that she was in his arms and able to laugh. He backed up until his ass rested against the bank of feed bins.