by Jane Jamison
“I’m not tired, sir.”
And yet, she didn’t resist when Mike lifted her into his arms and carried her to the pile of hay. He sat down, taking her with him. Tunneling his hands through her hair, he brought her mouth to his.
His kiss deepened, giving her a taste of her own flavor followed with that of his. Sweeping his tongue inside her mouth, he then nibbled on her lips, pulling her bottom lip out until it hurt. But like the spankings, she soon learned that the pain changed, giving her a thrill of emotion and sensation that would hurry outward, leaving her trembling in its wake.
A slap against her butt came, as Alex joined them. He spanked her again and again, the sting of it growing. She cried out, not against the pain, but the need to have more of it. Her body revved up, going for yet another release.
Mike gripped her hair hard, pulling her head back as he ran his mouth along her neck. His teeth found her nipple and bit down. More pain sliced through her and the more pain she got, the more she wanted.
Then it was Alex holding her hair and keeping her head back. He slapped her butt harder than ever. “Color, baby?”
“Green, sir.”
“Tell us how much you want us to fuck you.”
“I want it so bad, Dom Mike. Please, give me your cock.”
He rammed into her without warning, thrusting his cock so deep she was sure he couldn’t go much farther. He was huge, thick, and pushing at her pussy walls. She shoved her hips forward as much as she could.
“I’m going to fuck your ass now, baby. After all, I got you all wet and loose.”
Alex eased her onto her side and pressed his cock against her dark hole, and for a moment, fear took hold. But she trusted them. She had from the first moment she’d met them. It didn’t make sense that she could believe in them so fast, but at the same time, it made all the sense in the world.
Her asshole protested, pushing back, but slowly, he shoved his cock inside her. She moaned, then yelped as Mike captured her nipple in his mouth.
Having both inside her at one time was more than she’d hoped for. She’d never had two men at once, but it was only right that it was these two men for her first time. Unable to move much, she pressed her bound hands against Mike and rode the ride. They pushed. They shoved. Groaning together, then separately, they slammed their cocks inside her until she was sure they’d split her apart.
Perspiration dotted her forehead. Their juices mingled with hers. Soon the noise of their bodies slapping together along with their panted sighs were the only sounds they could hear. She held on, her body shaking from the assault.
They drove into her time and again, their cocks stretching her, possessing her. Her body tensed as the nearing climax took her, searing upward and outward from her ass and her pussy.
She screamed, giving into the strongest climax she’d ever had. Vaguely, she heard them groan their own releases. Worn out, she fell against Mike’s heaving chest and reached behind her to touch Alex’s arm.
* * * *
“You have got to be kidding?” Jilly shifted from one foot to the other, crossed her arms, and glared at Alex. “They’re testing her?”
“Damn it, Alex. Caleb said not to say anything to Jilly.” Mike tossed five hamburger patties into the pan. She watched, but after what Alex had said, she wasn’t paying much attention to her cooking lesson.
“Yeah, well, you’ll keep quiet. Right, baby?”
“Of course.” But could she? She’d never been able to keep a secret from Molly. “So they haven’t had any sex for the past few days? Seriously?”
She would’ve died if they’d withheld sex. How was Molly able to handle the torment?
“Nope. They’re giving her orders as their submissive, but no sex. From what Caleb said, it’s Derrick’s idea. I guess he’s afraid to let down his guard.”
“It’s a damn stupid idea, if you ask me.”
Mike tossed them both a hard look. Although she was supposed to be calling them sir or Dom, they often let it slide. Especially during times when she was upset.
“Maybe, but it’s their call. She’s going along with it so I guess it’s not that bad.”
“Really? Mike, is that what you think?”
“Hey, I’m staying out of this.” He pointed at the sizzling burgers with the spatula. “Pay attention. You’re cooking the burgers next time.”
“Yeah, I know.” But burgers were the farthest thing from her mind. “Now I feel extra guilty.”
“For what?” Alex pulled her closer and nibbled on her ear.
For a moment, she forgot what she was going to say. “For not being there to help out with the chores.”
“You mean like feeding the chickens.”
The look she gave Mike had him concentrating on the burgers again. “I’d better get over there and talk to her.”
“No, baby, don’t go. She might not let you come back.”
She snuggled into his embrace. If she played her cards right, she’d convince Mike to forget about the burgers and go upstairs. “My sister doesn’t control me.”
“Damn straight. We do,” murmured Alex against her neck.
“You think so, huh?”
“I know so.”
“Then prove it.” She pushed away from him and started running for the stairs. As soon as her foot hit the first step, Alex swept her up into his arms and carried her upstairs.
“Hey, you two, hang on.”
Alex groaned along with her. “Just turn off the stove and come with us.”
“Naw, I’ve got a better idea. Set her down.”
“No, Dom Alex, please take me upstairs.” She tossed her hair back and batted her eyes. “I need a lesson.”
“Which is exactly what I was thinking.”
Alex shrugged. “Gotta listen to my cousin.” He put her on her feet then backed away. “But it had better be a damn good idea.”
“It is.” Mike strode back to the kitchen and snatched up one of the kitchen dishtowels. They’d followed him, but before she could ask what he was going to do with it, he’d already wrapped it over her mouth.
Her eyes grew big, but she wasn’t afraid. They’d have another lesson and, so far, the lessons had all been great. From the lesson in the hayloft to the lesson in the middle of the field where they’d played “catch the naked sub” to the one last night in their room where they’d ordered her to do a strip tease. She grew wet thinking about what the new lesson might include.
“No more talking.”
Was that it? Nothing more? No fun sexual act? She wondered if he could tell she was pouting.
Thank goodness Alex had the same thoughts. “That’s it? You’re just going to keep her from talking? Where’s the fun in that?”
“While you talked to Caleb, I was talking with Derrick. And he made a lot of sense. Sex is the easy part. Obedience and patience is a lot harder for a sub to learn.” He took her by the arms. “For the next hour, you’re going to keep quiet. Not a word. Not a sound. Do you understand, sub?”
She wanted to tell him no, but of course, she couldn’t. Instead, she nodded once, hopefully showing her dislike by the curt gesture.
“Are you red?”
If it would please him for her to keep silent, then she’d do it. She’d do anything to make them happy. Even if it was a stupid idea. She shook her head.
“Good. Now watch and learn because I’m tired of cooking.”
Oh, so that’s it.
She sighed but took her place beside him. What Pleasure needed was a good take-out restaurant.
Mike went back to cooking the burgers, explaining how to tell when they were cooked just the way he and Alex liked them. However, she quickly realized that part of why she’d never learned to cook was because it was boring. Fry this, bake that. What could be more uninteresting?
When the knock at the door came, she was relieved, happy she could get away from the boring task of learning to cook. They liked for her to answer the door, so she pointed in that direction. Did t
hey expect her to answer the door with her mouth covered?
“Alex will get it.”
Alex gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Good try.”
A few moments later, she heard him open the door. And then heard the female’s voice.
“Alex!”
Jilly went still. Who was the girl at the door?
Mike shoved the spatula in her hand. “Take care of the burgers.” And then he was gone, moving fast. Whoever the girl was, he obviously couldn’t wait to see her.
“Mikey!”
Mikey? She couldn’t imagine anyone calling the strong and often stoic Mike by that nickname. She flipped the burgers once again, then peeked around the corner of the door.
Oh, shit. Who is she?
The girl was smokin’ hot. Her legs stretched from there to the moon. A tiny waist was made even more evident by the fullness of her chest. And her hair? No silky blonde color like hers had ever come from a bottle. She fingered her own strands. She wasn’t bad-looking but compared to the blonde bombshell that had just walked in, she felt like a hag.
Alex and Mike were all over her. Hugging and kissing her. Even taking her off her feet and swinging her around like Alex liked to do with her.
Jealousy, as green and as vicious as it could get, swamped her. She jerked back just as the beautiful girl turned her attention toward the kitchen.
Was she an old girlfriend? Although there was nothing old about her. And absolutely nothing wrong with her.
She fingered the dishtowel around her mouth. What if she took off the towel, then walked into the living room and introduced herself? Would they get angry? After all, they hadn’t called her out to meet the girl. Which meant one of two things. They’d forgotten she’d existed. Or they didn’t want her to know who the girl was.
The last possibility pushed her over the edge. No way would she let them hide her like she was some kind of monster. Whipping off the towel, she fluffed her hair then did her best to walk as sexily as she could toward the threesome.
No. They are so not a threesome. We are the threesome.
“Hi.” Ignoring the surprised looks Alex and Mike gave her, she put out her hand and plastered as sweet a smile as she could on her face. “I’m Jilly, Alex’s and Mike’s permanent submissive.”
She couldn’t have gotten a bigger reaction from the men if she’d dropped a grenade at their feet. Before the girl could shake her hand, Mike had grabbed her up and thrown her over his back. He took the stairs two at a time.
“Mike, put me down.”
She’d known them long enough to know that no answer from Mike was a worse than his sometimes curt ones. Air puffed out of her as her stomach bounced against his rock solid shoulder.
In a matter of minutes, he had her in the guest room with Alex closing the door behind them. Instead of setting her down on her feet, he plopped her on top of the bed.
She grinned. “Ooh, is it playtime, sirs?” Her grin died like a catfish on dry land sucking in air. They were not happy with her.
“What did I tell you to do, Jilly?”
She tried to get off the bed, but Mike’s glare had her crawling toward the headboard instead.
“Answer me.”
“You told me to wait in the kitchen.”
“And the dish towel?” asked Alex. She’d never seen the usually happy Alex so angry. She’d really messed up.
“I was supposed to leave it over my mouth until you told me to take it off, sir.”
“And did you?”
They towered over her, arms crossed, like two huge stone statues who’d just come to life and were about to crush her under their giant feet. “No, Dom Alex.” But didn’t she have a right to know who the girl was? Maybe if they hadn’t greeted her so enthusiastically, she wouldn’t have acted the way she had.
Yeah. Blame them.
Still, they weren’t only her Doms, but her teachers and she should’ve followed their directions. “I’m sorry, sirs. I just wanted to know who she is.”
“You would’ve found out when we were ready for you to find out.”
“When you were ready? Well, I’m ready now.” Being a sub didn’t mean taking shit when she didn’t have to. She wanted to please them, but she wouldn’t let them mistreat her. Not physically and not like they were doing now. Why wouldn’t they want her to meet the girl unless they had something to hide? She scrambled off the bed—the side away from them—and stood her ground.
“Have we told you that we want you as our permanent submissive?”
Mike’s harsh question hit her hard. For a moment, she couldn’t think how to respond. She’d just assumed they did. Had she thought wrong?
“Are you saying you don’t?” As much as she tried to keep them back, tears sprang to her eyes.
Alex relaxed his body, his anger gone. “That’s not what we’re saying at all. Don’t jump to conclusions, baby.”
“Stop, Alex. It’s not yet time for that. And we need to get back downstairs.” Mike pointed at her, making sure she knew he meant business. “Dry your tears by the time we get back. We’ll talk then.”
She was stunned when he spun on his heel and strode to the door. Alex gave her a comforting look, then followed his cousin.
They just left me to go back to her.
Her mind reeled as she sat on the edge of the bed. If that wasn’t a sign that the other girl meant more to them than she did, she didn’t know what was. What was she supposed to do now? Just sit like a good little sub and wait for them to come back?
Like hell I will.
She wanted to be a good sub, but as Doms weren’t they supposed to show her respect, too? Striding to the door, she grabbed hold of the handle.
Locked? But from the outside?
She hadn’t noticed that the door could be locked from the other side. But to lock her in? What were they thinking? Fisting her hand, she thought about pounding on the door, but thought again. Causing a ruckus would only make Mike angrier. And bring them back up for another encounter that would get her nowhere.
But what can I do?
She had to get to Molly. Calling would’ve been an option, but she’d left her phone in her purse downstairs. She turned around, searching the room for an answer.
The window.
She rushed to the window, pulled back the curtains, and undid the latch. Shoving the window open, she leaned over the edge. The part of the roof that went out over the front porch slanted away from her. If she could get on it, then she could edge her way over to the trellis at the right side of the porch. Whether or not the vine-covered trellis would hold her weight was a question she’d have to find out the hard way. Once on the ground, she’d cut out through the pastures and head for the Houston ranch.
Throwing her leg over the window sill, she slipped through the window. The shingles weren’t too slippery, but she still opted to get onto her butt and scoot her way over to the edge of the overhang. Glancing down at the trellis wasn’t very comforting. It didn’t seem all that sturdy, but what else was she supposed to do? Go back inside?
If she dared to get her purse and got caught, would they let her go? Or would they haul her ass back upstairs? She couldn’t imagine going through another humiliating ride up the stairs.
Okay, here I go.
Taking hold of the top of the trellis, she put her foot on the first rung, tested it by adding more weight to it, then eased her body onto it. Once she had a good hold with both hands and her feet were secure, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Whew. Thank goodness. It’s going to—
A sickening feeling swamped her as the board under her feet gave out. Before she could do anything to save herself, she fell backward. She didn’t even have time to scream.
Chapter Seven
The sound of something hitting the bushes outside startled Mike. He glanced at Alex then took off out the front door. The last thing he expected to see was Jilly flat on her back, caught in the line of shrubs bordering the house.
Alarm h
ad him bounding off the porch and over to her. “Jilly, are you all right? What the hell happened?”
She groaned, then opened her eyes. “Shit. I fell.”
“You fell?” He lifted his head to the rooftop. “Are you okay? Is anything broken?”
Alex eased past him, taking her arm to help her get out of the shrubbery. She groaned, then let out a few curse words as the thorns from the bush scratched at her skin and clothes.
“I don’t think so.” Her gaze slid from Alex, to Mike and then past them to Karen, who’d followed them outside. “At least, nothing except my dignity.”
“You went out the window and tried to climb down the trellis.” Mike glared at her. She could’ve hurt herself. And if she had, he would’ve never forgiven himself for locking her in the room.
“Yeah. I did.” She eased away from Alex, brushed off leaves that had stuck to her clothes, then lifted her head and thrust out her chin. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to the Houston ranch.”
She was so damn beautiful when she acted all feisty. He had to admire her for her courage to try to get down the trellis. Even if it was as fucking stupid thing to do. “Damn it, Jilly. You could’ve broken your neck.”
“But I didn’t.” She tried to get past him, but he caught her arm. “Let me go, Master Mike. I’m done playing sex games with you.”
Shit. Why’d she have to say that?
Her eyes sparkled with anger. “Oh, sorry. Did I say something wrong? Didn’t your new playmate know about me? About us?” Her gaze leapt from him to the girl on the porch. “But don’t worry about me. I know when I’m not wanted any longer. All you had to do was say so.”
“Yeah, well, Karen showing up kind of caught me off guard.”
Alex chuckled, then pulled a leaf from her hair. “Jilly, you’ve got this all wrong.”
Her head lifted a notch higher. “I don’t think so. I’ve been screwed over before, so I know the drill. In with the new submissive and out with the old.”
Mike pulled her around, putting her back to him and making her face Karen. “Jilly, this is Karen. My sister.”
She struggled a little, then gave up. “Uh-huh. Likely story. Your sister. Talk about bullshit.” The struggle, the desire to believe him was written all over her face, but she was fighting against believing him. Had an old boyfriend used that old trick on her and she’d fallen for it?
