Acres, Natalie - Sex Addict [Cowboy Addiction 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Natalie Acres

  “Really?”

  “Yes, Kemper,” she replied, squeezing his arm. “And I have a feeling you’ll provide plenty of support without a lot of effort. You’re in love with her.”

  “I am?”

  “Yes, you are.”

  “Hmm, you might be right.”

  “I’m seldom wrong.”

  “We won’t go there,” he said firmly.

  “There you go again, making me accountable for past actions.”

  “You’d do the same for me.”

  “You’re right. I would.”

  As Kemper walked away, Morgan watched him. She had chosen not to pry, but based on the loud conversations she’d overheard, she understood Holly’s imperfections. Her past must’ve been a torrid one for Kit to become so enraged.

  Unfortunately, her brothers, given their eclectic choices in pastime activities, probably didn’t understand the magnitude of sex addiction. Based on what Morgan had learned, Holly was a sex addict. And her addiction, if unattended, could be just as damning and deadly as Morgan’s crystal meth problem.

  Holly needed help. She felt confident Kit would eventually be able to give her the support she needed. That is, if he first viewed Holly’s issues as a sickness, as a real problem he and Kemper needed to address.

  * * * *

  Holly squeezed her knees together as she tried to draw the dildo higher inside her pussy. Kit had been coming and going all afternoon, and each time he left her to play with a new toy.

  The latest gadget was long and lean, not at all a selection she might have made. The end was pointed more like a cone than shaped like a cockhead. Holly much preferred the soft mushroom crest. Then again, an artificial dick paled in comparison to the real thing.

  Sliding her bottom up and down, she tried to gyrate, move her hips as the dildo buried inside her. This wasn’t any fun. This was going nowhere fast. And she needed to come.

  At the top of her lungs, she screamed, “I’m not getting anything out of this!”

  She strained to hear any kind of noise. What she’d give to listen to Kemper’s heavy footsteps walking toward her. She was willing to bet she could convince him to fuck her.

  Thinking of Kemper then, her mind traveled back to the past, tossing her into the year before. The night he and Kit walked into the club, changed her life. She’d known it from the moment she set eyes on them. They were there for the dancers, for the strippers they wanted to see. But they would go home with her.

  She still remembered Kemper shyly asking her to dance for him. She’d tried to convince him to pay for a shower dance, certain if he saw her completely nude he’d want to take her home. Little did she know how quickly he’d become aroused by a simple lap dance.

  Her body pulsed around the toy inside her as she recalled slipping over his lap. She’d placed her hands on his shoulder and moved with the music, swaying to the left or right, working her body around him like she was ready to soar, absolutely certain to take flight.

  The dance performed was illegal by club standards. She’d hoisted herself up over him at one point, making sure he caught a whiff of her pussy as she practically nudged him with her mound. By the time she was done with him, drool was practically rolling off his chin.

  Maybe that was a little extreme.

  Still, she’d done her job and made him cream his pants.

  A door slammed in the distance. She was instantly aware of someone’s presence. Her daydreams slipped away. “Kemper?”

  “Kit,” he mumbled, pushing the curtain out of his way.

  She took a deep breath and said, “Thank God. If you don’t come on over here and fuck me, you and I are certain to have serious problems.”

  His eyes danced with pure mischief. “Promise?”

  Chapter Nine

  Kit sat on the side of his sleigh bed about an hour later. He was as sexually frustrated as he’d ever been and normally would’ve manhandled his growing problem. He stopped short of reaching for his cock when his thoughts turned to Holly and how she’d responded to the first round of training exercises.

  She’d been a demanding little siren when he’d gone downstairs to check on her. She’d ordered him to fuck her, and he’d thought about it. Then, he’d considered his truest reasons for placing her in submissive training in the first place.

  Holly needed to learn self-control. She needed to think about something other than her own selfish demands for around-the-clock sex. If Kit gave in and met her requests whenever she made them, what was he saying to her? What was he teaching her? Who was, in turn, submissive to whom?

  He wondered then how she’d held down a job in the past. If what he’d discovered about Holly were true, he wasn’t sure how she’d been able to function in a professional setting. How much sex had she needed? How much had she craved? How frequent were her liaisons prior to meeting them? How much did her unhealthy desire for sex interfere with her day-to-day activities?

  Then again, he mused, look at what she did for a living. Hell, she could’ve given lap dances and gotten off without the clients ever knowing she’d given them theirs and taken her own pleasures, too.

  Anger took hold and for a minute, the rage settled in his gut. Other men had viewed his Holly. Other guys sat under her as she’d danced all over them, her body pouring over strangers like a sudden rain. His jealousy got the best of him, and he clenched his fists and ground his teeth.

  What the hell was wrong with him anyway? He picked her up in a nightclub, and not just any club! He’d pulled her out of a gentleman’s club and promised her a good time. He hadn’t sworn to love her. He hadn’t promised her a better life, but somewhere along the way, all of that happened and he’d been good to her. He’d treated Holly better than he’d ever treated any other woman. That is, until…Oh God, he couldn’t bear to think it.

  Yes, he’d been cruel to Holly, too.

  The very second his suspicions were confirmed, he shifted gears. He changed overnight. Actually, if he wanted to be honest with himself, he made a sudden transformation. Once his fears were confirmed, he just lost it. How he responded to the news was a blow now, too. He was angry as soon as he’d received the e-mail about Holly’s past, but even then, he couldn’t make a clean break. He couldn’t order her out and tell her not to come back because he had to do the unthinkable first.

  He wanted to fuck her one last time, take one for the road so to speak, but not for the foolish reasons a normal man might claim. His desire for her wasn’t entirely physical. He needed the emotional connection, the intimacy he only felt with Holly.

  So he made love to her. He screwed her because the thought of letting her go without knowing the touch of her skin once more had been like a shot through the heart.

  He couldn’t resist lingering between her soft thighs one last time, and even then, even when he was swearing her off, telling her to leave and daring her to try and come back, he knew she wouldn’t go. He realized he wouldn’t let her go—because he couldn’t.

  A surge of guilt washed over him then. Holly had a problem, and how had he handled his discovery? He’d been angry and responded to her with pure fury driving him.

  He should’ve been ashamed of himself. Holly had a legitimate issue with sex, and he was a jackass. To add to the insults, what did he do? He forced his lifestyle practices down her throat. In a sense, he was using sex to cure what may have been a sex addiction.

  He shook his head. He refused to think of Domination and submission as just sex. He knew better. Prior to Holly, he’d lived within the lifestyle. When he and Kemper were with Mona, he’d learned what he liked, what he expected, and had vowed to never settle for anything less.

  Then along came Holly.

  One mention of bondage or submission and she’d immediately shot down their goals and informed them she wasn’t interested. He wondered then why she’d been so adamant about staying away from the things they most enjoyed. Had she used what she knew they needed to gain some sort of twisted leverage?

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sp; Maybe she’d held out, realizing one day they might long for something different to spice up their love life. Perhaps she understood stepping into her rightful role as his submissive would place a spark under a live fuse.

  He snickered, and what started out as light laughter soon turned into an outright chuckle. God, how he loved that woman. Yes, finally! He was ready to admit it to himself and maybe even to Holly. He loved her.

  Maybe it was time he told her how he felt. Then he could stop acting like a spoiled child whenever things didn’t go his way.

  Then again, he was just a man. What more could a woman expect when a fellow didn’t get his way? Guys had long since been the butt of jokes often told by females. They were accused of being immature. They were said to be overgrown boys, babies at times.

  He stood. Well, by damned, he didn’t like it.

  Yes, he’d behaved badly. He’d treated Holly poorly while he came to terms with questions the past raised. Now, he’d found acceptance.

  Holly’s past didn’t matter. The future, however, was another story.

  Kit wouldn’t be able to survive without the woman he loved. Soon, he’d tell her all about that. For now, he was going to check on the little vixen. Based on the way he last left her, he had a sneaking suspicion she wouldn’t be too happy to see him.

  * * * *

  The basement was dark except for one bright, yellow lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. Kemper flipped on the main overhead lights and stared at his sub.

  Sitting on the wooden plank with a ball gag in her mouth, Holly’s hands were behind her back and her feet were tied. She mumbled around the gag, and Kemper thought she looked adorable as she strained to say something, and he could only imagine what. By the rapid muttering, she wasn’t too happy with her current predicament.

  Carefully, he removed the headgear holding the ball in place and took a step back. “Last I heard, you were screaming at the top of your lungs.”

  “Yes, well, I guess someone wanted to prove a point,” she said, her lips parched and cracked. “Do you think I could have a drink of water?”

  “Sure,” he said, eyeing the nearby refrigerator. “If you can ask politely.”

  “Please, Sir,” she drawled sarcastically. “May I have a drink of water?”

  “I’ll be happy to get it for you,” Kemper said, retrieving an eight-ounce plastic container.

  He set the bottle at her feet and released the emergency button on the handcuffs. Then, he untied her feet. She immediately went for the beverage as soon as she could move about freely.

  “Where’s Kit?” she asked.

  “Why? Do you miss him already?”

  “No, I hope I don’t see him the rest of the day.”

  “I heard that,” Kit said, stepping out of the shadows.

  “Where’d you come from?” Kemper asked, looking behind him.

  “I’ve been over there,” he said, pointing to the far wall. “I wouldn’t leave her down here without some means of escape. What if someone broke in the place? What if the house caught on fire?”

  “You were upstairs,” Kemper informed him.

  “For about a minute,” Kit agreed, a smile tugging at his lips.

  “I’ve been left in worse places, I suppose,” Holly admitted. “But I never thought one of you would leave me alone in a dark and dangerous room far away from civilization!”

  “Oh, the theatrics,” Kemper drawled.

  “What do you mean ‘you’ve been left in worse places?’” Kit asked, his brow furrowing.

  “When?” Kemper pressed.

  “A long time ago,” she said, guzzling the cold fluid. When she finished quenching her thirst, she stood. “All right then. I guess we can call it a day. Gentlemen, if you don’t mind my saying so, I think the first day was a great success. We all survived. No one was fucked and I imagine that’s the intended goal while we’re in training. Damn shame, though. I was wetter than I’ve ever been.”

  “Holly somehow thinks she’s in control over her present situation.”

  “I see that,” Kemper said, believing she held the power to strip both of them of the pent-up control they’d tried to keep for most of the day. They’d almost made it through the afternoon, but Kemper had a few needs of his own and they’d soon need to be addressed. Since he and Holly shared such an active sex life, he wasn’t sure how long he could keep his jeans around his hips.

  “I’m willing to try this again tomorrow,” she said, shooting them such a nice smile. “Obviously, I can’t stay down here much longer today. Someone will wonder where I am.”

  “Like who?” Kit asked, taunting her.

  “Morgan, for example. I’m sure she’s frantic by now.”

  “I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Kemper said.

  “Me either,” Kit said. “You barely acknowledge her. Why do you think she’d care about your whereabouts now?”

  “Wouldn’t she?”

  “No,” Kemper replied. “Besides, her guys have brought her down here a time or two, as we’ve mentioned. If you spent a week here, she wouldn’t be concerned. She’d probably figure you’d done something to deserve punishment.”

  “Or rewards,” she suggested, moistening her lips as her eyes became hooded and quite weighted down with lust.

  “Hmm,” Kit said, bracketing his arm around her hips. When he yanked her forward, she fell against his chest, and Kemper saw a flash of lust creep into his brother’s eyes. “I’ll let you know when I get tired of looking at your hot ass and gorgeous tits, okay, sub?” A beat later, he added, “In other words, training isn’t over until I say it’s over.” His arm propelled behind his back, and he gave her a good wallop across the ass.

  She gulped, and a breathless sigh fell from her lips. Perhaps the excitement spun through her faster when Kit used that domineering tone. Maybe it wasn’t so much in how he said it but what he said altogether. Either way, she looked impressed. She rubbed her body against his, latching onto his neck and jumping into his arms, her legs locking behind his back.

  “No one could ever accuse you of being at a loss for how to work those legs, huh?”

  She lifted her brows. “Impressionable, aren’t you?”

  “Sometimes,” Kit admitted. “I can be.”

  “When can I go back upstairs? I’ve been a good submissive, haven’t I?”

  Kit cleared his throat. “On a scale of one to ten, I would rate your ability to adapt to your new environment at about a three. I think we still have some work to do here. Besides, you need to answer a series of questions. After we’re done, I’ll let you know what you can expect the rest of the week. Okay?”

  Kemper knew what two questions would top Kit’s list. He never expected Kit to let her comment slide about being in worse spots. When was she in a bad place? Had someone threatened her? Had she been afraid before, and if so, was she scared now? The thought of someone frightening her made him crazy. Kemper would literally take someone apart if they’d threatened her in some way.

  “And if I don’t want to answer one of the questions?”

  He shrugged. “Domination and submission is about trust. You want to be able to trust us, right?”

  “Sure, whatever,” she said, using her thumb and fingers to toy with her auburn hair. She clutched a lock, watching as the curl sprang and bounced.

  “Then you have to be trustworthy, too,” Kit said.

  “All right,” she said, conceding.

  Kemper was relieved she’d agreed. His highest hope, at that point, was the end result. He couldn’t get in between those legs again if Holly didn’t obey Kit’s requests. And if Holly didn’t prove herself compliant, he’d spank her bottom raw for making him wait, too.

  Kit removed a piece of paper from his pocket and studied his handwriting. He was an organized Dom if nothing else. Kemper didn’t tell him that, of course. Kit was so anal he would’ve tried to improve upon his annoying note-taking skills and probably hand out a class syllabus in the process.

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�Are you comfortable?” Kemper asked, studying her perky, round nipples and thinking about anything but her level of comfort. As much as he enjoyed training a submissive for his bed, he would’ve much preferred dragging Holly off to a quiet, dark corner and fucking her crazy.

  Then again, they’d endured a year of that. Now it was time to try something else. Now it was time to introduce the love of his life to his way of life.

  Kit snapped the paper and prepared to read. Kemper hoped like hell Kit didn’t blow this.

  Holly jerked and stood taller. Her body was flushed and her nipples extended. Good Lord, she looked hot and raring to go. Then again, when wasn’t she ready for sex?

  Scratch that. Kit had a way of irritating the hell out of a good sub, particularly when he tried to follow some sort of strict regime. Yes, Kemper could see where Kit had the potential to screw this up.

  Right now, looking at Holly, Kemper thought of one thing and one thing only. “So, baby,” he said without thinking. “What’d ya say me and you fuck around for about an hour or two?”

  “Damn it, Kemper! She’s in training!”

  Yep, Kit was bound and determined to mess up a good thing.

  Chapter Ten

  “Have you ever been in love before?”

  “Yes,” Holly replied, finding it rather peculiar when Kit asked that particular question first.

  “Okay,” he said, ducking his head toward the notepad and scribbling away. He flipped the pen against his thigh. He was troubled by her revelation.

  Jealous bastard.

  Shit. She didn’t mean that. She was trying to come to terms with Kit’s behavior and had to accept him as he was. He loved her. She was certain of it. He was possessive, and he had no reason to be.