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

by Natalie Acres

  Whatever he’d discovered about her past had driven him crazy. She took that to mean he knew pretty much everything, or at least whatever the local gossips back home provided through public record. Depending on who was asked, there was plenty out there to raise eyebrows.

  Still, she couldn’t believe she agreed to answer his questions. Then again, the rewards offered promised fair and prompt compensation after she suffered through their interrogation. She still held tightly to the option of outright ignoring inquiries that made her uneasy, and she would exercise her rights whenever she felt uncomfortable.

  “Have you ever thought about having children?”

  “Me?” She laughed. “No. I told you. I don’t want to mess up my body.” There were other issues involved as well. For starters, she didn’t think she’d be a very good mother. She wasn’t much of a role model for young men and women. How could she raise a son or daughter? It just wasn’t possible. “Next question.”

  Kit frowned, made a note and continued. “Before meeting us, were you ever in a serious relationship with anyone else?”

  “Yes.”

  Kit paused. He glanced at Kemper and then looked at her dead-on. The expression on his face was marked with pain, true disappointment. Finally, he reluctantly asked the question she expected. “He was a Dom, wasn’t he?”

  “Yes.”

  He stilled. He and Kemper shared a silent glance before he began his pointless scribbling all over again. “What was his name?”

  She thinned her lips.

  “A first name is fine,” Kemper said.

  “Paul,” she said, shuddering when she thought of him.

  “Her nipples spiked when she said his name,” Kit said, shaking the pen toward her breasts. He wrote something down again.

  “That’s normal,” Kemper reminded him. “A Dom will teach his submissive to respond subliminally to various hot buttons.”

  “Are you saying his name was a ‘hot’ button?” she asked, choking on the idea.

  “Your nipples got hard when I asked about him. What would you call your response?”

  “A bad habit?” she suggested, somewhat pleased Kit didn’t go the hell off when he spoke of her former Dom. As much as she hated admitting she’d made a bad decision, she was certain her resolve to avoid the lifestyle when she first arrived in Blountville had been a costly error.

  In some ways, she felt as though her silence placed a wall between herself and Kit. He was hurt because she hadn’t disclosed her former interest in Domination and submission. Perhaps he felt betrayed a little, too.

  After all this time, he discovered she not only had knowledge of Domination and submission, but she’d also lived within the lifestyle on some level. The knowledge would’ve certainly been hard for a true Dom to accept, particularly one who wanted to teach her everything about the world he intended to introduce.

  “Let’s hope he’s a bad habit and that’s all,” Kit said, moving on to the next question. “Why didn’t you tell us you once were another man’s submissive?”

  And there was the question that should’ve restrained the sub.

  Instead, she blurted out, “It was a trust issue. I needed to feel confident in my relationship with you. I needed to trust you.” Her eyes met Kit’s and then Kemper’s. “I needed to be sure you were both trustworthy.”

  She was so surprised by her confession, she gasped. Her hand flew to her mouth.

  Kit stopped pacing. “Is that the truth?”

  Indeed it was. The truth had a way of setting people free, and in that moment, Holly was a believer.

  It was as if she subconsciously hid her reasons and just avoided discussing the topic altogether. Then, when she least expected to understand why or what drove her away from Domination and submission, she found her answer. She’d been in one very bad Dom-sub relationship. If she entered another, she wanted to do things differently. She needed to believe she could trust her Doms and count on them.

  She didn’t want another great disappointment.

  “What is your favorite form of punishment?” Kit asked, moving on perhaps a little faster than Holly might have liked.

  Swallowing once or twice, she processed the next question and finally gave her reply. “Spankings, with a crop or a paddle.”

  Kit drew a line straight across the page and shook his head like he was disappointed to discover her fondness for a paddling. “Favorite rewards?”

  “Shopping.”

  “Other than shopping,” he asked, lowering the clipboard.

  “Let’s see,” she said, clucking as she thought about her options. “How about oral sex?”

  “Explain what you like most.”

  “How explicit do you want me to be?” she taunted them.

  “If you want the kind of reward you’ll appreciate most, then you may want to be detail oriented here,” Kemper explained, grinning.

  She ran her palms down the sides of her legs. Then, she traipsed across the room. “Can I show you while I tell you?” she asked, glancing at the bench.

  Kit cleared his throat. “What do you think, Kemper?”

  “I think that’s a perfect idea,” he said, smacking his lips.

  Kemper was horny. She could see the outline of his erection from across the room. By the time she finished with them, they’d fuck her like they were mad at her for having a pussy.

  She sat on the bench. Swinging her legs around, she tightly drew them to her chest then stretched out all at once, her thighs falling open against either side of the bench. With Kit and Kemper standing at the end, and inching closer all the time, she was fully exposed.

  “I like a man who appreciates a bare pussy,” she said, slapping her mound. “And I love one who will caress me here when he’s sucking my clit.” She rubbed her hand over her recently waxed cunt, stroking where the hair had once been.

  “See how smooth I am?” she asked, encouraging them to come closer. Why wouldn’t they give her a helping hand when she so desperately wanted one? When they didn’t walk any closer, she continued, “I always appreciate a lot of clit attention.” She rubbed the little button until the point was hard and tender. Sticking her middle finger between her parted lips, she moistened the digit and returned to toy with her hard button, rolling her clit back and forth.

  A little lower, the heat from her arousal gathered at her pussy lips, and she was dying to insert a few fingers and masturbate. Why not? They sure weren’t doing their part to help a woman out!

  She spread her legs wider. “And I love a man who isn’t afraid to get his mouth in there. You know what I’m talking about. Both of you know how to please a woman. You don’t just lick the folds and waggle your tongue right inside a woman, you get down and dirty and get in there with your nose, chin, mouth, and tongue.”

  Holly bent her knees and flattened her feet against the seat beneath her. She fingered her folds and then pinched one. Jerking, her hips shot off the bench, and Kit’s eyes widened. “Oh, you didn’t know I was so sensitive here, did you?”

  “No,” he admitted.

  She gained a small victory with his confession. If nothing else, these sessions would lead to more fulfillments in the bedroom. Even if they didn’t become practitioners of Domination and submission, her men would learn more about her, what ways they could further please her.

  See, she mused. The time wasn’t entirely wasted.

  “I love having a man lick my clit, suck and pinch my folds, and eat me like they won’t be served dinner tomorrow or even next week. That’s what I enjoy,” she crooned, dipping her fingers inside her lips.

  Kemper stepped forward. He knelt to the floor. Using his elbows, he spread her, eyeing her pussy like he was thinking about assaulting her now that he understood a missed opportunity was comparable to sacrificing adequate nutrition, sex food for the soul.

  “And what else do you like?” he asked, dragging his tongue up and down her inner thigh.

  A whip of electricity sent her staggering as he twirled h
is tongue higher, kissed a path up her leg, and charged her pussy like a man who knew precisely where to find the most intimate, finest wine.

  “A lover who can use his hand,” she replied. “I like to feel my man’s fingers gliding inside my cunt while he’s eating me out. You know what I’m talking about.”

  Kemper dragged her to him, pulling her legs over his shoulders. Then, he dropped his chin to her mound and studied her. “Let’s see if I can get this right. What’d ya say?”

  “Yes, Sir, please,” she rasped, biting down on her forefinger. He shoved three fingers inside her, and rather than smoldering her desire, he fed her a generous shot as he snaked a trio of digits higher, swirling them back and forth until she trembled violently.

  “There?” he asked, working his hand against her cunt, whispering across her tender folds, and flicking the hard bud with the tip of his tongue.

  “It’s about a three or four on a scale of one to ten,” she said, already breathless. She gave Kit a quick glance and noticed he looked quite amused. Three or four, hell!

  She felt like he was taking her on a trip around the world, like the long-awaited vacation of a lifetime was set to begin and only pleasurable because he was her tour guide, the man who’d take her on the ride of her life.

  Kemper was helping her act out her defiance. He was the rebel with a cause, and she’d benefit from his actions all because she challenged and dared him, hit a nerve guaranteed to send shards of pleasure straight through her body.

  Oh sure, she wanted to show them what she liked. Then again, they already knew. This little fiasco was for a greater purpose. She needed to come, and so far, they’d supplied the tools to provoke pleasure but hadn’t used what they had to bring about her complete satisfaction.

  She planned to change that unfortunate problem, starting now.

  Her thighs parted. Kemper’s twitching fingers slid higher. He wiggled them inside her cunt, churning the digits around and around. At the same time, he used his pinky and raked the tip around her puckered hole, her rectum practically burning for penetration.

  “Perfect,” she whispered, bumping against his chin a couple of times before reminding herself to stay calm. If he thought she was ready to ride out an orgasm in the middle of Kit’s questioning, he might not permit her to take the climax she barely held at bay.

  “And what did you say about a man getting his mouth in there?”

  “A woman wants a fellow who can deliver oral sex like he’d fuck her. She wants him to be enthusiastic about it. She wants him to eat her up like her friends have probably told her he might—see, women always lie about that.

  “When their girlfriends ask if a guy is good in bed, they’ll say yeah or no but if someone asks about oral, they’ll say, oh God yeah, he goes at me like I’m his personal helping of sweet vanilla pudding.

  “Most of the time it isn’t true. It’s rare when a woman is lucky enough to find a man who likes eating pussy as much as he likes to fuck. When she finds him, very often, he owns her. He grabs her from the first moment he dips his head between her legs and she’s his until the day he either stops giving her head or she finds someone better at the licking game.”

  “That’s an interesting theory,” Kit said, clearly hard.

  “You must’ve enjoyed it,” she said tilting her chin toward his groin. “You’ve got an erection.”

  He stuffed his hand down his pants and situated the problem. Good God, she was envious of that man’s hand. She’d like to be pulling at his cock, pressing her thumb across the slit, and pumping him until his cum slid over her fingers, his release filled her palm.

  “Fact is, only one man has done that for me,” she said, studying Kit while understanding Kemper would see that as a challenge.

  Kit’s shoulders went back, and he chuckled. “Don’t listen to her, Kemper. She’s playing you.”

  Kemper bit at her clit then, holding the bud under fire. He flicked the tip of his tongue around the little button, nipping at the point over and over again, sucking and tantalizing until she could’ve come on contact if he’d only penetrated her at the same time.

  His fingers went to work as well. He grabbed hold of her breast and pinched her nipple. She shoved his hand aside and guided him lower, willing him to open her lips and expose her.

  Kemper’s tongue found its place, and she resisted forcing a faster pace, awaiting the perfect opportunity to ride out her long-awaited orgasm. Afraid to compliment him, too frightened to moan, she gripped the leather pad, her nails biting into the thickness.

  Her juices pooled at her folds, and Kemper learned from her coaching—not that he needed all areas of his pussy-eating skills perfected. He dipped his tongue lower, and his nose tipped her clit as his mouth consumed her opening. His full lips completely consumed hers.

  That’s when she completely lost her will to restrain herself. Holly knew from past experiences—sometimes a woman just had to get off while the getting was good.

  And she’d be damned if she’d lose a good thing coming.

  * * * *

  Her juices were hotter than lava. Kemper licked her pussy until he fully absorbed the intoxicating fragrance of her building desire.

  Kit would throw a memorable fit since she hadn’t ask for permission to come, but after she issued a challenge, acting as if he didn’t please her when he stretched out between her legs, he was determined to prove her wrong.

  It was a man thing.

  Now the pleasure enjoyed was a woman thing.

  Holly jackknifed. She grabbed hold of his head and rode his mouth, practically forcing him to stay between her legs as she used his ears to guide him. He’d never felt anything like it as she yanked him away from her body, stared longingly into his eyes, and then slammed against him again, forcing his lips against hers.

  He buried his mouth inside her, shifting his head from side to side as he ate her pussy, licked up her sweet taste. And she abused the ever-loving hell out of his face.

  Her body bumped against him. She positioned her palm next to her hip and threw herself into a rolling maneuver, rocking back and forth as she held his chin against her body and just took whatever she wanted.

  “God almighty!” Kit yelled in the background, probably as turned on as he was considering this was an unstoppable act no one had the power to pause.

  Fuck! He’d pay a whole lot of money to ram his cock inside her right then. His dick pulsed with torturous longing that started at his balls and worked its way up the entire shaft, cresting at the tip.

  A bubble of his desire would soon imprint his pants. He was hard, erect as hell, and wet. He’d have blue balls to consider if he didn’t lock his cock inside her.

  She threw her arms overhead and pumped her hips. “Good Lord, don’t stop. Get in there and eat me, lover. Use those lips. Let me feel that tongue.”

  He slapped her bare pussy, and her hips gyrated. Her mound knocked against his chin. And her body undulated in a way he’d never witnessed.

  Shit. Kit could raise all the hell he wanted. Kemper wasn’t about to strip her moment away. He’d let her have this pleasure and take what was hers to own.

  He knowingly realized that the man she spoke of earlier was by God the man he’d easily become. He plunged his tongue inside her pretty cunt and let her fuck his face as hard pounding as she might ride his cock.

  “Don’t stop!” she screamed, humping his chin, pressing her palm against the top of his head again. “There. Eat my pussy, Kemper. Good God, yes! Right fucking there! Don’t stop licking me, babe.”

  Oh dear God, she was using him like a man wanted to be used. He had become her personal toy, totally committed to bringing about her satisfaction.

  Her cunt vibrated like a musical instrument. Her walls came tumbling down, opening and closing, quivering against his tongue as he wedged the meaty flesh inside her pussy and let her ride his mouth.

  He muttered against her opening. Aware of the hand on his back, he stayed right with her, guiding her aw
ay from one orgasm while urging her forward, pushing her straight into another. And her body went for it, slamming right into the next climax as if the second were more powerful than the first.

  “Kemper!” she screamed, her body writhing, her legs trembling. Her sweet taste drifted over his tongue, oozed down his throat, and filled his senses. She was the most incredible woman he’d ever enjoyed in his life, and yet he knew as soon as he pushed her over the edge, it might be a long time coming before he lapped at her again like this.

  “Stop,” Kit said firmly, applying pressure to his shoulder. “Damn it, stop!” he said, literally pulling him off her.

  “Fuck!” Kemper complained. He ran his tongue over his lips and backed away from the bench. He looked down at stretched denim and cursed under his breath. He was as hard as steel. “If you had any sense whatsoever, you’d get down there and get busy, too.”

  “Her training!” Kit snapped, probably aware of the fact Holly meant to entice the Doms away from their crops and leather. “She shatters your control!”

  “He’s right,” Holly said, not at all ashamed. “I did.”

  Kemper winked and smacked his lips. “I didn’t mind.”

  “I never thought you did for a second. Sometimes a man just has to do what a woman entices him to do,” Holly said proudly, rolling her nipple between forefinger and thumb.

  Her hair fanned around her face, and her legs shook with a slight tremor. She looked positively sated, and Kit looked positively pissed.

  As the taste of her settled in his senses, Kemper reluctantly left her in Kit’s care. Besides, he wanted to grab a handle on his problem. Yeah, buddy. He needed to take hold of himself with a good, tight grip.

  Since he couldn’t encourage Kit to move things along, he’d rush in the bathroom, think of Holly, and pull for his release. If he didn’t find relief soon, he’d mount Holly like she was a high-strung mare and ride for a sudden finish bound to break Kit’s heart.

  Kit, after all, possessed other goals. And who was Kemper to throw a wrench in what Kit had in store? They’d discussed training Holly for submission. Kemper’s heart just wasn’t in it. When he was with Holly, his control was shot to hell.