by Tony Ramagos
“I think she needs more toys.”
Was Seth trying to torture her? Probably, especially considering the man he was and the fact that he’d been the one to walk in on her and Darryl. She felt him move from between her legs and couldn’t stop the protest from exploding from her lips.
“No.” She looked back over her shoulder, forgetting that she couldn’t see him through the blindfold. “Get back where you were. Touch me again. Keep touching me, damn it!”
“Are you giving me orders now?”
The calm authority in Seth’s voice was mixed with a tinge of amusement. It surprised her even, as alarm flittered through every ounce of her. “No,” she said quickly. “Of course not. I just need it. I need you. I need both of you.”
“No more than we need you, darlin’,” Colt told her. “Do you know how horny it makes us seeing you this way, knowing your beautiful body is finally ours to do with as we please?”
“You will beg before we make love to you,” Seth told her in a tone that brooked no argument. “I’ll see to that.”
She didn’t know what he planned to do to her next, but she knew he’d grabbed something else from the toy shelf. Talons of razor-sharp anticipation slashed through her as she felt the heat of his body return to her.
“You will scream for us,” he continued. “You will let us know how much you like what we do to you. Of course, you still need to be trained. Colt’s right that you’re a fast learner. I can see that, but there are some areas that still need work.”
“I’ll do whatever you say, whatever you want, just please make love to me now.” God, she was already begging. She would’ve been humiliated if the needs wreaking havoc through her body weren’t so intense.
“Yes, you will.” Seth’s tone rang with confidence. She could feel him near her leg, but he hadn’t walked around it, hadn’t moved back between her legs where she was dying to feel him again. “We’ve always known you would. You won’t fight it, you won’t fight us, anymore after tonight, Tamara.”
“What are you going to do?” She quickly realized her mistake and added, “Master.”
“I’m going to show you what happens when you displease me.”
She felt something cool slide across the cheeks of her ass, only to be replaced by a vicious sting as he brought the object down hard across her bottom. She bucked, her nails digging into her palms around the straps she held, her ankles pushing back on their bindings, her ass clenching tightly around the ginger. Heat seared through her, drawing a mewling cry from her lips as it spread from her ass to her pussy to her breasts.
“Will you displease me again, Tamara?”
She couldn’t answer him. The smack had knocked everything all wonky inside her. In truth, she knew she likely would. She might be giving him control of her body now, but there were areas she would stand wholeheartedly firm in her resolve. That alone would displease him.
“Hmm, I guess you will.” Seth smacked her again before she had a chance to relax, and her entire body shook as the line between the pleasure and pain reached its breaking point. “I reckon we’ll work on that. For now, you’re going to welcome this punishment. You’re going to welcome the blows I give you. You’re going to let me see your ass jiggle instead of tightening each time you’re spanked.”
The flogger, it had to be a flogger given the way it fanned across her ass, leaving barely an inch untouched when it smacked her, came down again. This time, the straps slipped between her widespread legs to slash at her pussy lips. She screamed, her eyes filling with tears behind the blindfold, even as her desire soared.
Absently, she sensed Seth move, felt him position himself between her legs, felt his hands glide up the backs of her thighs to cover her stinging bottom. He grabbed the end of the ginger and slowly began fucking her ass with it.
“One time will do for tonight,” he told her. “All it will take is one time of you not clenching when I smack you and the spanking stops.”
The ginger stilled in her anus as the flogger slapped her flesh again, catching her ass and her pussy lips, and the pain morphed to an all-consuming pleasure. She couldn’t help but clench, couldn’t force her body to relax when every inch of her burned for more. He spanked her again and again, steadily fucking her ass with the ginger between smacks, until her ass and cunt wept for relief.
“Please, Seth. Colt! Make him stop. I’m going to come.” She couldn’t hold it off. The pleasure and pain collided until it ruled her soul with the intense need to find release.
“If you do, he’ll flip you over in this swing, put the ginger in your pussy, and spank your pouty lips with it inside you,” Colt warned as Seth moved the ginger in slow circles inside her anus.
No. Oh God, no. She would die if they did that. It wasn’t fair. She hadn’t been properly trained, and Seth knew it. Would it have made any difference? She couldn’t say, though she doubted it. The mere thought of him doing it had her pussy lips tightening, her clit pulsing spasmodically. Somewhere deep inside, she found a control she didn’t know she possessed and latched onto it. When the flogger smacked her flesh again, her bottom clenched, but only a little.
“Not bad,” Seth said, his tone ringing with approval. “Since we’re just getting started, I’ll say that will do this time.”
* * * *
“You’re damn right it will. What the fuck are you doing to her?”
Seth tossed the flogger to the floor as he turned and squared off with Darryl. His youngest brother was more pissed than Seth had ever seen him. He was battling his own secret torment, too. That much was evident in his eyes.
“Training her,” Seth answered simply.
“Bullshit!” Darryl fired back. “That’s not the way to train a new submissive. You, of all people, should know that.”
Seth couldn’t argue. He knew his brother was right. He’d lost himself, first when he found Tamara in the stables with Darryl and again when he returned home to find her shackled to the swing in the playroom under Colt’s command.
“I didn’t hurt her, Darryl.” Realizing his words could very well be a lie, he turned back to Tamara and grazed a hand tenderly over the reddened cheeks of her ass. “Tamara, did I hurt you?”
“I want my toy back. Oh my God! Please! I can’t stand it!”
Despite her almost childish choice of words, hearing her ask for the ginger to be put back in her anus was one of the most erotic things he had ever heard. This was the woman who would be with him and Colt for the rest of the lives, the one they’d been dying to claim, and the one they’d hoped Darryl would share with them. The hard-edged, stone-willed arson investigator by day and their fully obedient angel by night. He knew that was how it would be. It didn’t matter how he’d treated his submissives in the past. Tamara was different. He’d taken a long drive tonight after finding her in the stables with Darryl, thinking about exactly that. He knew, as he’d known from the moment he’d met her, that she was different. She was stronger than all the others, more determined to get exactly what she wanted, no matter the consequences, and damn, how he loved her.
“Do you feel empty? Did you like the way the ginger filled you?” He let his hand glide down the back of her leg as he walked around it, holding Darryl’s gaze.
“Yes. It felt good, Master.” She shuddered and added, “It hurt, but it felt so good. But now, I need to come. I’m so close, Seth. Please, touch me. Make me come now.”
“Are you listening to this, Darryl? Are you hearing the way she’s begging for me?”
“Yeah,” Darryl said dryly. “I hear it.”
“Tell him, sweetheart. Tell him what you really want.”
Seth already knew what her answer would be. He’d known it all along. It was the reason she’d evaded him and Colt for so long. It was the reason she’d given Darryl her sultry body first. She wanted all three of them, and she wouldn’t take anything less.
“I want you. All three of you. I can’t stand it anymore. Please!”
Colt was the one to
turn to Darryl this time, the middle brother who had always been the barrier between them when the going got rough, the one to have the sounder mind when things got out of hand. “She’s begging, Darryl. Have you ever heard a submissive with so much desire in her voice? Are you really going to leave her wanting?”
Darryl looked as if his heart was breaking, but at the same time, Seth saw the desire and compliance in his eyes. “You both know I can’t. Not her. She will get whatever she wants. Always. It’s nothing less than she deserves.”
In full agreement, Seth turned, met Colt’s gaze, and worked with his middle brother to free Tamara of her bindings. He took her in his arms, eased the blindfold from her eyes, and stared into their beautiful hazel depths. “If the three of us is what you want tonight, sweetheart, that’s what you’re going to get.”
Her gaze shifted from his to Darryl and she drew her bottom lip between her teeth. “You said I couldn’t have that tonight.”
“Darlin’, you should know by now I can’t deny you anything you want,” Darryl told her.
Spectacular woman that she was, she still wasn’t mollified. “But what will it do to you?”
Seth watched as his youngest brother’s lips unfolded in a smile that truly revealed his heart. “As long as I have a part of you, it will make me one of the three happiest men on this earth.”
Her gaze shifted from Darryl’s to Colt’s to Seth’s and back again. “Which one of you has the largest bed?”
Colt chuckled. “That would be Seth.”
She snorted and laid her head on Seth’s chest. “Why am I not surprised?”
Seth laughed, right along with his brothers, as he scooped Tamara into his arms and headed for the door. He thought better of it when he reached the exit, gave Darryl a considering look, and reluctantly passed her over to his youngest brother. He understood how hard this was going to be, at least at first, for the man. Hell, it was going to hard as hell on him, too, at least at first. He knew they couldn’t claim her in way he was accustomed to owning a sub. She was too headstrong and independent for that. Add that to the fact that he’d be sharing her with both his brother and not just Colt and he was riding a bull into a whole different rodeo.
He watched as Darryl took her lovingly into his arms and knew he’d done the right thing. He followed the two of them as Darryl carried her down the hallway to Seth’s room at the end and knew all four of them were about to embark on a journey that would seal the fate on the rest on their lives. He considered all of that with each step he took, feeling Colt right behind him, and cursed a blue streak when his cell phone in his pocket started to ring.
He thought about ignoring it, but his years of being a third owner and controlling manager in the Cowboy’s Den took over. He pulled his phone from his pocket, glanced at the number on the screen, and recognized it as the local sheriff’s private cell.
He turned sideways in the hall, letting Colt move passed him as he answered the call with a none too kind, “Conroy, I’m a bit busy right now.”
“Well, whatever you’re up to, you might wanna put it on hold. Especially if you’ve got that investigator with you that you called in from the city.”
Darryl had stopped just inside the doorway to Seth’s bedroom and had turned to look at him with a very beautiful, gloriously naked, and sexy-beyond-belief Tamara still cuddled in his arms. Seth’s gaze landed on her. That investigator Conroy spoke of was precisely what Seth didn’t want to put on hold.
“I do.” Seth knew, at this time of night, the sheriff would easily guess why he’d said he was busy after that confession, if the man hadn’t figured it out already. It didn’t matter. If he had his way, and he was damn sure going to make sure he got it, everyone in Pleasure would know Tamara belonged to him and his brothers in short order.
“Get her out to the Johnson place. It’s gone up like a tinderbox, and Whitaker is sayin’ Nathan and Guy are hollerin’ arson.”
Seth ended the call and shoved his cell back in his pocket without another word to Conroy. He shifted his attention to Darryl and told his brother, “Put her down. She’s needed at the Johnson place. There’s another fire, and the fire chief and sheriff are requesting her presence.”
Darryl blinked his confusion at him, and Seth saw Colt’s jaw drop out of the corner of his eye.
“You want me to put her down so she can go to work?” Darryl asked slowly, pure disbelief in his tone. “Now?”
No, it sure as fuck wasn’t what he wanted, but he knew Darryl’s monogamous longing wasn’t the only thing that had been keeping them from claiming Tamara.
“She’s in Pleasure to do a job, a job I shouldn’t need to remind you she loves. We can pick up where we’re leaving off later.”
Darryl dragged his tongue between his bottom lip and teeth. Seth swore the man was biting back a grin, but he buried it in the top of Tamara’s head and gave it a soft kiss before he eased her to her feet.
Tamara was staring at him wide-eyed. “You’re going to let me go?”
Seth didn’t care much for her choice of words and didn’t hesitate to correct her. “I’m going to let you do your job.”
That got him a nod in acknowledgement, followed by a sultry smile that lit up her face and made his chest tight. She walked to him, locked her arms around his neck as she rose to her tiptoes, and brushed her lips to his. “Thank you.” She waited a beat, still holding his gaze as she settled flatfooted once more, and the smile took on a wicked gleam as she added, “Master.”
Seth gave her a soft chuckle. “We’re not in the bedroom now, darlin’.”
“But I’m still naked.”
“And, if you don’t fix that right quick, I’m liable to change my mind.”
She laughed as she stepped back and walked around him to the door of the Jacqueline’s old room. “Fixing that now.”
“We’re not letting her go alone, are we?” Colt asked from his place where he’d stopped just outside Seth’s bedroom doorway.
“Hell no. All three of us are going with her.”
Tamara obviously heard him because she raised her voice loud enough to be heard from the bedroom and called out, “That’s fine with me, but I’m going to need to take my car. All my gear and equipment is still in the truck and backseat.”
Seth turned to Colt. “You go with her. Darryl and I will follow in the truck.”
Seeming satisfied, Colt nodded once. “Then I guess I better put on a shirt and some boots.”
And, with that, he disappeared into his room.
Chapter Five
Tamara studied Colt’s side profile in the light of the moonlight and the glow of the streetlamps they passed that shown through the windows. The poor handsome devil looked like a sardine in a can behind the wheel of her car. He’d insisted on driving, though she doubted he would’ve been any more comfortable in the passenger seat, given his broad frame and the lack of interior space the car offered.
“How well do you know Nathan and Guy Johnson?”
“Well enough, I suppose. They’re twins. I went to school with both of them.”
“Were they members at the Cowboy’s Den?”
He shot her a quick glance and returned his attention to the road. “You mean are they? You keep talking like the Den is past tense. It might be a pile of ashes right now, but it’ll thrive again.”
Tamara hadn’t realized until that moment how much she didn’t want Seth, Colt, and Darryl to rebuild the place. She didn’t have a problem with the restaurant part of it, but the BDSM club in back… Call her jealous, but she didn’t want her men to continue to partake in indulgences, even if they were only exhibition and training shows, where other naked women were present. She knew she was also being unfair and unreasonable. If she expected them to let her keep her job, she had no right to expect them to find a different one.
“Did they ever have it out with someone at the Den? Do you know if anyone connected with the Den had some kind of beef with them that could’ve gotten the Den caught i
n the crosshairs?”
That got her another quick glance as he turned onto road just outside of town. “Are you thinking the two fires might be connected?”
Tamara shrugged and considered the possibility, not for the first time since Seth had announced there was another fire in town. “How frequently do businesses and residences go up in flames around here?”
“You mean like what happened to the Den last night and the way fire up ahead is blazing?” he asked, tipping his chin pointedly at the windshield as he got the car as close as he could to the emergency vehicles peppering the narrow street and put the car in park. “About as often as we get a visit from the President of the United States.”
Tamara laughed as she got out of the car, noting Seth’s truck as it pulled up behind them. “That often, huh? Then you see my point.” She reached in through the back passenger’s door, snagged the clipboard and camera she’d left on the seat, and felt her mind lock into arson investigator mode as if someone had flicked a switch.
She straightened, easing the door closed as she tipped her head back and took a deep breath. The air was tinged with smoke, the odor of burning wood, and laced with the faint scent of gasoline. She knew gasoline had been the accelerant used to start the fire at the Den. It only presented the first step in confirming her growing suspicion that the fires were connected.
She catalogued the observation in her mind as she righted her head and started down the street toward the fire. She heard Seth, Colt, and Darryl fall into step behind her, the soles of their cowboy boots crunching on the gravel road. She didn’t pay them any mind as she surveyed the scene as she approached it. Firefighters dressed in full turnout gear were scattered around the burning structure, some attempting to battle the flames with the fire hoses in their hands and others operating the rigs or taking a moment to swig down a bottle of water.
The house, what appeared to have been a single story, moderately size structure, was fully engulfed. Though she could tell the volunteer firefighters on scene were doing their damnedest, she could also tell there was no way they were going to be able to save the place. She could only hope anyone inside had gotten out in time.
