Her Twin Wilde Cowboy Masters [Wilde, Nevada] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Chloe Lang

  Austin and the sheriff got a ton of evidence from the storage unit in Denver Trent had found. According to the FBI team, it would be incredibly helpful in bringing a case against the drug lords that were Winters’s bosses. Lester’s murder was still being pieced together. Best guess was he’d been sent to kill Winters for putting the cartel in jeopardy. Malcolm must’ve gotten the jump on the guy first and taken him out.

  She prayed the law would prosecute the drug lords before they came looking for Trent.

  In the morning, Wyatt promised to take her back to Trent’s room. Too bad the Wilde hospital that Charly was having built wasn’t finished yet. Dr. Alex Champion was leading the effort and working with the architects. His brother Brandon was the acting attorney on the project. Once completed, Alex would be the chief of staff of the new facility and Brandon would assume lead counsel. Their brother Justin wasn’t involved at all. Apparently, the Champion family had to bail him out of several close calls, so they kept him at arm’s length of late. The trip to Elko wasn’t far, but it wasn’t as close as she’d like it to be. She wouldn’t have left either if her brother and her two cowboys hadn’t ganged up on her.

  “Go back to Wilde, sis,” Trent had demanded. “I can’t sleep with you hovering over me like a nursemaid.”

  She’d reluctantly acquiesced with the promise of returning the next day. He still wouldn’t talk to her or to anyone, including the local shrink, about what had happened. He needed time, a lot of time.

  It felt good to be back in the Masterses’ cabin, back in Wilde. This was her home now. Wyatt and Wade were her family. Without asking, Wyatt had moved all her stuff out of her apartment and into their house. She had to admit the poly life fit her like a glove. She couldn’t imagine a life without Wyatt and Wade in it. For the first time, she understood her pappy’s relationship with Doris and May. A heart’s capacity to love was beyond what most believed possible.

  The door opened and Wade and Wyatt came out. They were wearing Dom attire, all black and all leather. They looked crazy sexy.

  Wade smiled. “Ready for your surprise, sub?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her heart sped up in her chest.

  “Time for your next lesson,” he said. “It’s about spanking.”

  Mac was a nervous wreck. Her cowboys looked at her hungrily. That wasn’t what worried her. Seeing their eyes filled with determination and knowing they’d been waiting to show her what their lifestyle was really about made her uneasy. They’d helped her dip her toe in the D/s waters, but only a little. She wasn’t sure she could meet their expectations.

  Was it too late to run? Way too late. They weren’t the only ones that had been waiting for this night. She had, too, with all her heart. And who better to show her the way? Their patience, their protectiveness, their love, had sealed her heart to them forever.

  “Slow down, bro. Don’t ruin our surprise.” Wyatt held out his hand, and she placed it in his. “You get to see the dungeon we created for you. It’s all set up just with you in mind.”

  “I can’t wait.”

  “What state are you in, love?” he asked.

  That was easy. “Green, Sirs. I’m totally green.”

  Wyatt threw her over his shoulder and headed inside. Wade followed. Just thinking about the pleasure to come shot a shiver up and down her spine.

  When they came to the door of the new dungeon, which had been Wade’s bedroom earlier today, Wyatt lowered her to her feet.

  “Aren’t we going in, Wyatt?” She could hear a familiar crushing guitar riff from the other side of the door. Metallica was Trent’s favorite heavy metal band, and he had played this particular song of theirs—“Master of Puppets”—over and over in his room, full blast when they were teenagers. She’d come to appreciate the thrashing sound, though she’d never admitted that to her brother.

  She was curious what her Doms had done in the room. The wooden door was a portal to her surprise.

  When Wyatt didn’t answer, she turned to him. His eyes told her volumes. His politeness was away on holiday, and in its place was a dominance that filled her with awe and suddenly gave her a bad case of cold feet.

  She looked over at Wade and saw the same hunger and dauntlessness in his stare. Doubt scratched at her. “Guys, maybe we should pause and—”

  Wyatt grabbed her hair and tugged.

  “Hey, what was—”

  Another jerk, a little harder this time, silenced her. Anxiety and excitement twisted together in her body, causing her to tremble.

  This was her BDSM lesson and they were her Dom masters. They clearly were determined she attend their class. How could she refuse? Wasn’t this her dream? Pleasing them, making them proud, was important to her.

  “Color?” Wade barked. She could almost feel delicious depravity in that single syllable.

  “Green, Sir.”

  He nodded but didn’t smile.

  Wyatt cupped her chin. “Kneel, sub.”

  Was this her first test? The door to their surprise was still closed. Entry apparently wasn’t certain for her. Did she have to earn her way in?

  “Yes, Sir.” She lowered herself to her knees.

  “Nice,” he said in a deep-throated tone. “Sub, put your hands behind your back and clasp your fingers together.”

  She nodded and obeyed.

  “What do you think, Wade?”

  She looked up at the two Doms, and their slight grins made her tingle.

  “Beautiful. Lower your gaze, sub.”

  Again, Mac immediately did what she was told.

  “Amazing,” Wyatt came down beside her. “Look at me, pet.”

  Trembling, she turned to him. He pressed his mouth to hers, cupping her head and holding it in place. Closing her eyes, she wanted to wrap her arms around him, surrendering fully to his plundering kiss. But realizing they hadn’t given her permission to release her fingers from each other, she didn’t, keeping her hands behind her back. He nipped at her lips, making them sting, forcing her mouth open. His tongue shot past her lips, ravaging inside. Dizzy from his exploration of her mouth, she felt wetness between her thighs. She’d never known a kiss could turn her on so much, until these two.

  With her eyes still shut, she couldn’t see but sensed Wade moving in front of her. She felt her jeans being unzipped. Her cowboys never failed to enflame her arousal. The ache in her pussy grew, and her clit began to throb.

  Wyatt removed his mouth from hers.

  Instantly missing his lips, she opened her eyes and took a big gulp of air into her lungs.

  “Time to tell you about some rules you will follow, sub. Ready?”

  She nodded, too out of breath to speak without her voice shaking.

  “During playtime you will not call me by name. You will call me ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’ or ‘Dom’ but nothing else, understand?”

  “Yes, Master.” The word felt unusual on her lips but also mouthwatering in a way. She bet it would become more natural the more she used it.

  He nodded his approval.

  “Same for me, sub,” Wade commanded.

  “Yes, Dom.” Again, like “Master,” “Dom” unleashed an odd feeling but also a provocative one.

  Wyatt continued. “We will refer to you as ‘sub’ or ‘slave’ or ‘pet’ or anything else we choose. Understand, slave?”

  “I think so, Master.”

  Wade knelt next to her, pushing her hair out of her eyes. “These titles don’t change the fact that you are a strong, intelligent woman, pet.”

  “Your old self might’ve cringed at our designated choices for you, pet. But you’ve changed, haven’t you? You seek new pleasures, pleasures we can give to you, right?”

  “Yes, Sir.” The words were just a part of the life they knew well and the life she would discover with them.

  “You’re doing so great.” Wade kissed her on the forehead. “I think this pretty little slave is going to keep you and I on our toes, bro.”

  “I know what you mean. But she needs us t
o be firm or we’ll have quite the brat on our hands.”

  She shook her head. “I’m not a brat. I’m doing everything you’ve told me to do, aren’t I?” Seeing their faces darken, she knew instantly she’d made a mistake and snapped her lips together tight.

  “Point proven,” Wyatt barked.

  “When you’re right, bro, you’re right. Do you know what you did wrong, slave?”

  “No, Master. Honest.” Her heart was thudding hard and fast in her chest. “I could see you were displeased with me, but I’m not sure what I did that made you unhappy.”

  Wade stroked her hair. His fingers felt like the best comb to ever go through her locks. “Keep being authentic with us, pet, and you will make us proud.”

  “Yes, Dom. I will do my best.”

  “We’ll make sure you do.” Wyatt growled, causing a blast of warmth to shoot through her, landing finally between her legs.

  She squeezed her thighs together in a failed attempt at finding some relief. None came. She needed to be touched in the worst way. They hadn’t even undressed her or opened the door to the dungeon and she was already awash with overwhelming want and curiosity. Was this all part of her cowboys’ lesson?

  “Color, slave?” Wyatt’s strident, lusty tone sparked a new set of shivers inside her body.

  “Green, Master.”

  “Every time we come to this door, you will assume this position, on the floor, kneeling with your hands clasped behind your back and your eyes lowered. This physical demonstration of submission is required before we allow you to enter, pet.”

  The way he softened his inflection on the last word thrilled her.

  “Let’s strip our slave, bro.” Every one of Wade’s rumbling syllables vibrated along her skin.

  “Agreed.” Wyatt pulled her top over her head. “Stretch out on the floor, slave.”

  She carried out his command immediately. “Like this, Master?”

  “Exactly like that.” His brown eyes seemed to be brimming with approval to her, which impacted her already-too-fast heartbeats.

  Wade pulled her jeans down her legs, increasing the ache at her center to next to unbearable while Wyatt removed her bra, causing her breasts to heave for attention.

  “Look how pretty our slave shivers, Wade.”

  “I see. What state are you in, pet?”

  “Green, Master.” Her cravings to be touched, to be licked, to be swamped by the pleasures of their making undulated deep inside her. It was as if her nipples begged, her clit pleaded, and her pussy screamed. How could they have made her so wet already? They’d only kissed her, tugged on her hair, and stripped her of her clothes. But that wasn’t all they had done. They were crawling inside her head with every command, every word, every dominant consonant and vowel. Men. Doms. Masters. Wyatt and Wade were all of those and more to her.

  “You want in our dungeon, slave?” Wyatt asked explosively.

  “Yes, Master. Very much.”

  “Get back in the kneeling position then.” Wade’s words indicated his supremacy over her.

  “Yes, Dom.” With only her silk panties left on her, she shifted back into the slave shape they’d helped her into earlier, on her knees with her hands locked together behind her back.

  Wade cupped her chin and lifted her head. His brown eyes pierced into her very soul. “That just earned you entrance into the dungeon, pet. Quite nice.”

  Wyatt threw open the door and the metal music vibrated against her nipples.

  Her eyes widened when she saw what they’d done to Wade’s old bedroom. This space was now an unadulterated chamber of sexual delights. A dungeon. “How did you do this so fast, Masters?”

  “For you, pet, we’re able to work miracles. And what miracles are still in store for you, you’ll really be surprised, sweetheart.”

  The truth of his words was easy to believe as she scanned the space, still on her knees. Any clue of this once being a bedroom was gone. They’d painted the walls black. The window was now covered in a thick black material that she bet wouldn’t let sunlight in. Metal tables lined the walls. Every sexual toy imaginable seemed to be on them. Some she recognized—vibrators, paddles, handcuffs, butt plugs—but many she did not. On the back wall was something that looked like a giant wooden X to her. In the center of the room was another thing she couldn’t identify. It reminded her of workout equipment a weightlifter might use, but not entirely.

  “God, you do have the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen in my life.” Wade pinched her nipples, delivering a delicious sting. “On your feet, slave. You’ve earned yourself a better look.”

  “Thank you, Dom.” Her legs were wobbly from kneeling, but she was able to stand as he’d commanded. Wyatt put his arm around her waist and led her into the dungeon, the surprise they’d made for her, just her.

  This room had no other purpose but one—sexual exploration. Her head spun and her pulse hastened in her veins.

  Wade walked to the giant X on the wall and placed his left hand on the top of one arm of it. “This is a St. Andrew’s Cross. It’s a common piece of equipment for people in the life. See here.” He pointed to the top of both arms where shiny hinged metal rings were attached. “These are restraints for your wrists. The one at the base is the same for your ankles. What do you think of this whipping apparatus, slave?”

  “It’s a little scary looking to me, Dom.” She gulped hard and yet her pussy seemed to be getting even wetter.

  She didn’t dare look down at her panties without their permission, but she knew there had to be a big damp spot they could easily see in the silk.

  “It’s supposed to be, slave.” Wade pointed to the thing in the middle of the room. “This is a spanking bench. Not as scary looking, but you’ll come to respect it for how we use it.”

  Never had she felt so vulnerable, so subjugated, so tiny. What woman wouldn’t if she were standing in only her panties in this dungeon with these Doms?

  “Time to move to your next training exercise, slave.”

  A wicked tingle shook her from head to toe. As if they had their own mind, her hands, which had been at her sides, shot up to her breasts.

  Wyatt stepped forward and grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms down to her sides. “Don’t.”

  One word. One command. A million promises.

  “Yes, Master. I’m sorry.” Staring down at the floor, she closed her eyes in shame.

  Heat washed over her like a molten flood as she felt her panties being pulled down her legs.

  “Is that not the most beautiful pussy in the entire world?” Wade’s rumbling question caused her cheeks to burn.

  She opened her eyes and saw both men kneeling in front of her, inspecting her most intimate flesh as if it was some kind of masterpiece. A part of her wanted to tell them it was just an average, run-of-the-mill, everyday, ordinary pussy. Another part wanted to bite her tongue and continue to listen to their words of homage. She chose the latter part, of course.

  “Our pussy, bro.” Wyatt seemed entranced as his words deepened to an even lower intonation that only the manliest of men could reach. “Ours. Yours and mine. Look at how wet our slave is for us.”

  “We’ve waited too long for this night, bro. It’s time to show her what being our sub means.”

  She trembled as sweet jitters and vehement lust swirled within her.

  “Bench or cross?” Wyatt asked.

  “Bench,” Wade answered. “Good place to start.”

  “Agreed. Color, slave?” Wyatt’s icy, calculated tone sent another shock through her that settled deep in her pussy.

  “I am green, Master.” Her clit throbbed madly, her need for relief rabid.

  Four big Dom hands grabbed hold of her, lifting her off her feet. Together, her cowboys carried her to the bench. In no time, she was facedown, her arms and legs tied to the thing with ropes. Being on the bench in this position, with her ass jutting out, helped her understand why it was used for spanking.

  “Let’s paddle her a few
times with the green one before we put a plug in her ass.” Wade’s big hands cupped her bottom, making her squirm on the bench. “That’ll get our slave really warmed up.”

  “I like where you’re heading, bro. We’ll have our pretty sub insane with desire.”

  Their depraved talk was working her into a frenzy of arousal. They’d promised to get in her head, and boy, were they delivering. But it wasn’t just her mind they had taken control of. It was also her body—head to toe. Skin. Arms. Legs. Stomach. Mouth. Tongue. Nipples. Clit. Pussy. Every inch of her was under her two Masters’ power.

  She yelped when the first sharp slap of the green paddle landed on her ass with a loud thud.

  She saw Wyatt out of the corner of her eyes. He was bent down, so she was certain Wade was the one who had thwacked her ass.

  Wyatt touched her cheek gently, though his words were clipped. “Color, slave?”

  She inhaled a gallon of air into her lungs. “Green, Master.”

  Wyatt nodded. “Go, bro. She’s quite the sub, isn’t she?”

  “You’ve got to stop with all the compliments, Wyatt. You’ll ruin her for us,” Wade said from behind her.

  Wyatt sent her a sweet wink that made her tingly all over. “I think she’s the one who is ruining us, bro, if the truth be known.”

  Wade chuckled softly. “Maybe so, but let’s keep our heads, okay? We promised to teach her. That’s what we must do.”

  “Agreed.” Wyatt winked again, and she was completely undone. “Give her ten more, then we’ll get her pretty bottom plugged.”

  A rain of whacks landed on her ass, one after another, each taking her to a dizzy state.

  “One left,” Wade said from behind her. “What color, pet?”

  She could feel wetness rolling down her inner thighs. “Green, Dom.”

  She took a deep breath before Wade slapped her ass with the paddle. The last sting was a tinge harder and definitely hotter than the earlier ones had been.

  The heat he ignited in her channel inflamed her. Her nipples were crushing against the rubber of the bench, making them throb like mad. Need, crushing need, unfurled like giant hungry sails inside her.

  “Please, Masters. I’m dying for more. Please.”