Brant dipped his finger in her rear passage, toying with the outer ring as he entered her. “You’ll come when I come.”
Princess stared at Brant’s mouth. “You just think you’re in control, here.”
“No,” he said. “I’m a little sharper than that, Princess. I know who holds the true power.”
Princess grunted when Brant buried himself deeper, fucking her with longer, more deliberate strokes. He hammered inside her sweet pussy and pursed his lips, unable to scream out the most pleasurable moment of his life.
He had a lover ready to deliver everything he’d longed for including a family, a commitment, and a shared life. He may have placed a collar around his sub’s neck, but in that moment, he realized something else, too.
From the moment he met Princess, there had been a lasso around his heart. Thank God he held out long enough. Thank God he waited until she was old enough to rope him in and teach him how to love again.
* * * *
Brant listened to the sound of running water. Princess was in the shower. He wondered if she was playing with herself, and the thought of her fingering herself made him harder than steel.
A few minutes later, Princess walked in the room wearing nothing but a white towel. Brant moistened his lips. “Drop the towel.”
She smiled and her grin lit up the room. “You’re in a hurry, huh?”
“Oh no, hon. I can wait. Question is, can you?”
Princess took a step toward the bed. Another step and the towel fell to the floor.
“Stop right there,” Brant ordered. “Turn around.”
She followed his instructions. “Are you going to punish me for something?”
“Depends,” Brant said, reaching for the paddle. “Did you play with yourself while you were in the shower?”
“Yes,” she said, quite proud of the fact.
“Did you come?” Good grief, had he ever seen a better looking ass? “Did you bring yourself pleasure?”
“Yes,” Princess replied. “I came while I was thinking about giving you head.”
Brant’s prick processed the information first. His dick throbbed and his balls burned. “Do you enjoy being spanked?”
“When it’s needed,” Princess told him. “Do I deserve punishment, Sir?”
Oh God. She’d said the magic word. “Bend over, sub. Let’s see if I can’t teach you a lesson.”
Princess grabbed her knees and presented her ass. Brant grabbed the paddle. He didn’t want to make too much noise, so he toyed with his sub, understanding he wouldn’t give her the kind of whipping he might if they were somewhere with complete privacy.
With other campers close in proximity, he wouldn’t have the opportunity to strike her ass as he should but in turn, he’d have a lot to think about. The next time he’d spank her, he’d take her to Colt’s barn and whip her bottom until she realized the advantages found in an erotic spanking.
Turning the paddle sideways, he ran the edge down the crack of her ass until she flinched. “Hold still, lover.”
She arched her back and Brant struck, paddling her bottom a few times, watching her pretty, firm ass turn bright red from the spanking.
Each time Brant delivered a swat, Princess moaned, grunting out her building pleasure a few times. She pressed her fingers to her clit and Brant growled. “Let go of what is mine. You don’t touch yourself unless I give you permission.”
“But you make me wet,” she whined.
“I’ll do more than make you wet if you play with yourself without permission.”
“Can I service you, Sir?”
“Service me?” he asked, chuckling. I thought you’d never ask.
Princess faced him. Brant nipped at her lips. “On your knees, sub.”
Princess dropped to her knees, kissing Brant’s shaft while sliding to the floor. “Did I tell you to kiss my dick?”
“No, Sir.”
“What kind of punishment should I give you?” he asked, gripping his cock and wondering if he could carry on like this for much longer.
“Another spanking?”
Brant grunted. “You sound hopeful.”
“I like whippings.”
“You like being a naughty girl, don’t you, sub?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, running her fingers over Brant’s cock. “But there’s something I’d enjoy much more.”
Brant smacked her hand away. “No touching. Just sucking. Can you do that, sub?”
“You know I can,” she said, following Brant’s cock with her mouth.
“Hands behind your back,” Brant said, plunging into Princess’s hot mouth. “Oh damn,” he muttered. “You have such slick lips, don’t you, sub?”
Princess only mumbled and then she started the blow job of a lifetime. Brant showed his appreciation a lot sooner than he’d anticipated.
Chapter Seventeen
Later that afternoon, they returned home to find Colt in the barn watering the horses. “You two look like you just returned from your honeymoon.”
“I feel like I just returned from my honeymoon,” Princess said, slipping her arms around his neck.
“I don’t have to ask what you two found to keep you busy. It’s written all over her face.”
Princess studied Colt. He looked sad, as if he wasn’t sure what to make of the time she’d enjoyed alone with Brant.
His gaze held on the collar. “What the hell is that?”
Princess gulped. She stared at Brant and he looked smug, as if he’d done something he knew would upset Colt.
Princess ran her finger over the leather and said, “I thought this would please you, too, Sir.”
Colt winked at Brant and said, “Actually, it does.”
Princess breathed a heavy sigh of relief and looked at them then. “I’m happier now than I’ve ever been in my life.”
“You are?” Colt asked, taking a step toward her. “Well maybe I should go ahead and show you why I’m not disappointed to find that collar around your neck.” He dug in his pocket and retrieved a black velvet box. “Brant collared you because that signifies to others in the lifestyle that you belong to a Dom.”
“I belong to two Doms,” she corrected him, her heart soaring.
“Yes, but you’ll wear his collar, and I’m hoping you’ll become my wife,” Colt said, taking her hand in his and sliding down to one knee. “Princess Sterling, I would be honored if you would marry me.”
She stared at the white diamond ring winking back at her, and she threw her arms around his neck. “You boys don’t waste any time, do you?”
“Depends on how you look at it, really,” Brant said, staring at the ring. “Damn, boy. Did you mortgage the farm and the house for that?”
Colt stared at Princess. “She’s worth twice that amount.”
“Maybe even more,” Brant said, his arms looping around her.
Colt tugged her forward, secured the ring on her third finger, and sealed their deal with a heated kiss, immediately dropping his hands to her waist. Brant stripped off his shirt and helped her do the same.
Strolling in the office, Colt crooked his finger back and forth. “My farm manager quit, so no one will bother us in here.”
Princess followed him to the door and peered inside. “There isn’t a lot of furniture,” she said shyly, noticing the only appointments to speak of were a large desk in the center of the room and a leather sofa located in the corner.
Colt moved stacks of paperwork to the side. She grinned as she watched him.
“What’s so funny?”
“Outside of the fact that we’re running around a barn without our clothes?” she asked.
“Yes, besides that,” Colt said.
“Well, to be honest with you, I just had a filthy image.”
“You did?” Colt asked.
“Yes,” she told him, stretching over the width of the desk.
“What are you doing, sub?” Brant asked.
“I’m taking control of this one situation, if
that’s all right with you, Sir.”
Colt smirked. “See what happens when I leave you alone with her for a couple of days? The little thing gets as bossy as she was back when she was having tea parties and looking for her happy endings.”
“I’ve got a happy ending for all of us if you’ll let me handle the entertainment today.”
Brant grunted. “Guess you’re the man up front.”
“Not a chance,” Colt said, standing behind her and slapping her ass.
Brant moved toward her, stalking her open mouth like a man on one hell of a mission. He held his cock and pressed the tip to her mouth, dragging his penis back and forth. She stared into his knowing eyes and rubbed her lips over the swell of his head, flipping the crest with her tongue as she tantalized and teased.
“Were you a good girl while you were gone?” Colt asked, running his hand over her hips and ass.
“No, Sir,” she replied, pressing her chest against the cold metal furniture while mumbling against the tip of Brant’s slick shaft. The cool desktop was soothing, and she was quite relaxed there.
Colt positioned his cock at her back hole, pressing his lips to her nape as he dragged his tongue back and forth over the thin hairs scattered at her neck. Brant thrust inside her mouth with the tip of his cock tapping against her throat. Colt slapped her bottom.
“I’m glad you were a bad girl,” he whispered at her ear. “I don’t know what to do with good little girls anymore.”
“Me either,” Brant said, tossing his head back over his shoulders and grinding inside her mouth.
She sucked and bucked, slurped and moaned, and within seconds, her bottom was well prepared, her puckered hole flexing as she fought to encourage impalement. Instead of fucking her ass, Colt continued to tease, watching as she taunted Brant.
She whipped her tongue around Brant’s size and then rose to the tip, whispering sweet nothings against his length. “What do you want, Brant?”
A dry chuckle left his lips and he yanked her forward, pulling her away from Colt in the process. He carried her to a nearby sofa where he stretched out across the cushions, careful to ensure her body flattened against his.
Once there, he penetrated her right away, stuffing his penis inside her so rapidly she gasped with the sudden invasion. “There, baby,” he crooned. “Now we’re both happy.”
“Oh yes,” she whispered, clenching around his dick as his cock stroked her pussy.
Brant slid in and out of her cunt with a slow speed, working his thick dick inside her walls deliberately as he nipped at the fullness of her breast, tweaking a nipple with his reverent tongue.
Seconds later, Colt joined them. Sucking his middle finger, he grabbed hold of her hip and separated her ass cheeks, rolling the digit right outside her anus.
“Oh God,” she breathed, thrusting her hips back as she searched for something far more satisfying.
Brant fucked her pussy with hard thrusts, pounding inside her while Colt continued to play, working the pad of his finger right inside her back entrance.
“Hurry, Colt,” she encouraged him.
“Hurry, you say?” he asked, leaning over her back and pressing his lips to her ear.
“Yes, please, Sir.”
“I know how to please you,” he promised. Then, he slid inside her ass and penetrated her with long, deep strokes.
She stilled at first, trying to allow her body time to accommodate them. Then, she rocked between them, wiggling her bottom against Colt’s cock as he hammered forward.
Brant eased in and out of her pussy, and the slower his pace, the more Princess tried to inspire him. She looked down, trying to view the point of penetration, flattening her palms against Brant’s hips as she rolled with the punches, going front to back and accepting what each man gave.
Colt found a gait guaranteed to set a woman right while Brant continued to struggle, fighting for his rightful place.
“Are you all right?” Brant asked tenderly, brushing long bangs away from her face.
“I’ve never been better,” she said, reveling in the union. “This is what I’ve waited my whole adult life to do!”
As her confession resounded in the room, they exploded inside her, using her body for something more than passion, far more than lust.
They pampered her as they screwed her, caressed her as they fucked her. Together, they made her believe in the power of love, the gift of compassion, and the true magnitude of desire by showing her how much they adored her, how much they cherished her. How willing they were to give her the fairy-tale ending she’d always hoped to find.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
International bestselling author Natalie Acres is a Tennessee author writing exclusively for Siren Publishing. Prone to write western ménage romance, Natalie Acres enjoys sports, reading, and living life to the fullest. Watch for her next new release coming soon from Siren Publishing.
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