He left her to stare at his ass, something she was mad at herself for noticing after the way he’d dismissed her. She wondered then what she saw in Brogan. Jules offered the whole package, minus the attitude, which certainly offered a few pluses in his favor.
“What’s wrong with him?” she asked, taking the hand Jules offered.
He shrugged. “Brogan has a few issues, in case you haven’t figured it out already.”
“Yeah, I gathered as much. One of them”—she nodded toward Marcy when she saw her approaching the barn—“is her, right?”
“Marcy Mahoney is a man’s distraction. She’s nothing more than a temporary diversion for any man who needs one.”
“Did you ever need one?” she asked curiously.
“You want to talk about me and Marcy?”
“Yes. Was there ever a Marcy and Jules?”
“Yes,” he replied without hesitation. “Honey, there’s always been a Marcy and someone. Most of the time there’s a Marcy and several someones.”
“So she’s easy,” she said right as Jules opened the front door.
“Not as easy as you,” he said, grinning.
Jenna thinned her lips. She couldn’t think of anything to say. He scooped her up and carried her cradle-style up the front stairs before she had a fair chance to pout.
“I resent the accusation.”
“I know you do,” he said, grinning. “But you didn’t exactly put up a fight, now did you?”
Jenna saw the twinkle in his eyes. He thrust his hand under her shirt and tweaked her nipple with his thumb. She sighed in satisfaction as he pinched the bud tighter
He was right. She hadn’t played hardball, but something told her it was time for a change.
“Set me down,” she demanded.
“Here?” he asked playfully.
“Yes,” she replied. “It’s as good a place as any.”
“No,” he said, walking into the bedroom a couple of seconds later. “I had this in mind.” He dropped her on the bed, and she hopped right back up, marching toward the door.
He grinned, licked his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Men just didn’t get it. Women, however, did. And she knew how to deal with Jules Evans. She’d been taught, and she was schooled well.
“Nothing, doll,” she hummed. “I just decided you’re right. Without a doubt, I was easy, at least where you’re concerned. Tonight, I’m playing hard to get, and I’m going to bed alone.”
Jules looked like he just lost his best friend. “I want you to present,” he said, stepping into his role as her Master without a moment to spare, his second nature kicking his ass so hard that he didn’t have another choice.
And neither did she. His commanding voice was what she’d longed to hear and definitely what she’d needed from her dominant partner.
She longed for a man who wasn’t afraid to keep her in line. She needed dominant partners who knew how to take the lead and then allow her to submit.
Jules took her by the wrist and pulled her back into the bedroom. “This is what you want, isn’t it?”
She swallowed back the one chance she had to deny him, realizing the lifestyle she was trained for was one they lived by. “I need it more than you know,” she admitted, tucking her hands behind her back and dropping her eyes as she spread her legs apart.
“Undress, subbie.”
“Will you undress me?”
“No.” He sat down on the bed. “I’m going to let you play with your toys while I go greet our guests. Then, I’ll come back and join you. Right now, I can’t touch you but I can watch,” he said gruffly. “Undress for me.”
Her arms crossed in front of her torso, and she stripped the T-shirt over her head. Then she unbuttoned her denim shorts and stepped away from them. He watched them fall.
“Beautiful,” he muttered. “Get rid of the bra. Leave the thong.”
In compliance, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. God help her, she was hot and damp. Dying for his touch, she knelt at his feet and massaged his calf. Her heart was heavy with submission, her need for domination coming to the fore.
He lifted her chin with his index finger. Staring into her eyes, he whispered, “You’re beautiful, Jenna.”
“I want you and Brogan to think of me as yours.”
“You are ours,” he said, looking up and motioning for Brogan.
She knew he was there. She’d been entranced by Jules and the way he watched her, but she’d heard the door open and close behind her.
“Did you get rid of everyone?” he asked.
“No,” Brogan told him. “I left the fun part for you. Go clean house.”
Jules cupped her cheek and then kissed her. “I’ll be back.”
Brogan took Jules’s vacated seat on the edge of the mattress. Drawing in a breath, he looked at her breasts. “Your tits are spectacular,” he said, but he didn’t touch her.
“Thank you.”
“Stand up.”
She followed his request, and he placed his hands on her waist. “Move forward so I can kiss your nipples.” He could’ve easily tugged her closer, but he didn’t, and Jenna thought maybe it was because he wanted her to take the first step. Her breasts were a breath away from his lips.
He nuzzled her. His rough cheek raked across a nipple before his lips claimed the tightly beaded point.
“I’ve never seen breasts this large without some kind of flaw. You’re fucking perfect.”
Moisture dampened her pussy lips, and Brogan smiled as if he detected her desire. He dragged his tongue over her nipples and then suckled her breast like he wanted to devour her, kick off an arousing hour, maybe even a day, of foreplay.
She thrust her fingers through his hair. He took her hand in his. Holding her wrist at his side, he continued to lavish his attention and hearty appreciation on her full mounds. Finally, he said, “Present yourself to your Master. Spread your legs, sweetheart.”
Jenna shifted her weight and parted her feet. She dropped her arms, tucking her hands behind her bottom. He leaned back on the bed and observed. “Beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“Do you want to be my submissive, Jenna?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to be my slave, Jenna?”
Her nipples spiked and he stared at her breasts. Her knees bumped together as she fought to contain her enthusiasm. A slow smile crept across his lips. A flash of acknowledgement sparkled in his eyes.
Finally, her fluttering heart stilled. She processed, but she could not answer him.
“I want a willing submissive. You have nothing to fear, Jenna. I want you to trust me, and I’ll earn your trust.”
“Yes, Master,” she said. “I know you will.”
“Show me why I should consider you for my submissive. Do the kind of things your Master will want you to do. Show me what you were trained to do.”
“With toys?” she asked.
“Do you need artificial toys?”
“I’ll use them if it pleases you.”
“Why is your thong wet?” he asked knowingly, pointing toward the wet spot at the front of her pastel panty.
“I’m excited.”
“Does it excite you when you think about taking two men at one time?”
“Yes.”
“But before Jules had sex with you, weren’t you a virgin?”
“We’ve been over this before. I was a virgin. Ask Jules. He believes me now that he’s made love to me.”
“I don’t see Jules here so I’m asking you. Were you a virgin?”
“Yes.”
“Did Jules take you in the ass?”
Her skin heated and her bottom clenched. “No, he didn’t.”
“I will,” he promised. “Does that make you nervous?”
“No.”
“Jenna?”
“Yes,” she finally admitted. “A little.”
“I’m also going to punish
you when you’re a bad little subbie.”
“I know,” she said. “I like some forms of punishment.”
“Like what?”
“Standing in a corner with a vibrator.”
“And?”
“Spankings…I like hand spankings, but I’m not crazy about leather straps and true beatings.”
“Do you agree subs should be punished by their dominant partners?”
“I’ll appreciate all forms of punishment you offer when I deserve to be punished.”
He smiled. “Dear God, you’re a dream.”
“I want to please you,” she said softly.
“You’ll wear a collar here and in public if we decide to put a ring around your dainty little neck. Would you accept your position as our sub in public?”
“Yes,” she said quickly, but then she thought about Heath and Fiona. Oh, Lord, they’d have a fit.
He dropped his eyes to her breasts. “Move forward again,” he said, leaning back. “Straddle me.”
She joined him on the bed and tossed her left leg over his hips. She started to work with his belt.
“Leave it,” he said. “Ride me.”
“You mean you want me to…”
“Yes,” he said. “The act, Jenna. Just the act. I’m not ready to penetrate you. Depending on how well you perform with your thong on, I may or may not remove my pants.”
She was hot and bothered worse than she’d ever imagined. She felt Brogan’s thick erection through his tented pants. His hard rod lengthened under her thin thong as she rode him.
“Jenna?”
She moved forward and back. “Like this?”
“Do I have to educate you on how to fuck?”
“No, Jules took care of first lessons.” She smiled, knowing her devilish comment would drive him a little crazy.
He showed no emotion. “Then fuck me.”
“I can’t fuck you,” she told him, defiantly.
“Jenna, you know what I want. I explained it. Do you want a spanking?”
“Yes,” she replied. “I really do.”
“You’ll get one, but first you’ll ride my cock and show me what I have to look forward to when I finally stuff my cock inside those tight walls. Show me how you’ll milk my cock. Come on now, baby. Give me something to imagine.”
Realizing his request wasn’t open for negotiation, she started to grind against his covered penis. His covered cock and the way she ground against him drove her to the brink of orgasm. She looked down, swiped her lips with her tongue, and pressed her knees against his hips, moving faster.
“Brogan,” she whispered, placing her palms behind her head.
“You need to come, don’t you, sugar?” He pinched her nipple.
“Brogan, I’m going to…”
He shifted his weight, snapped her thong, and tossed the garment out of his way before he rapidly left the bed. She rose to her elbows and watched him.
“Now, come,” he said, standing away from the bed. His length was longer, stretching the denim he wore. She wanted him to whip out his cock and show her his erection, allow her to touch him with her lips, caress him with her tongue.
“Come with me,” she pleaded with him. At the same time, she dropped her hand to her mound. “Please, Brogan.”
“Please me,” he said. “Dip your fingers into your sweet pussy and ride them, subbie. Sit on your hand and finger your pretty little twat for your Master.”
Jules slipped into the bedroom and stood next to the door. She glanced at him once before returning her focus to Brogan.
Still, her fingers didn’t work toward achievement. She only placed her hand at her mound and carefully strummed her fingers over the opening.
“Brogan, I want you to do it.”
“Whining earns you a spanking. Do you want Jules to watch me spank you?”
* * * *
She cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples, rolling the beaded points clockwise. She flattened her feet against the mattress. Her legs parted. She widened her hips and quite deliberately showed off her pussy.
“God, that’s sexy,” Jules said.
“Did you get rid of our company?” Brogan asked out of the corner of his mouth.
“Sure did. Told them training was in progress.”
Jenna looked at Brogan and then Jules. “Don’t you believe in secrets?”
“We don’t have secrets here,” Brogan told her. “Jules, spank her.”
Brogan sat in a chair across the room, and Jules pulled her toward him, gently tugging her to the edge of the bed. Before he helped her to her feet, he dropped his head between her legs and swiped his tongue across her pussy. “Sweet fucking hell, you taste good.”
A sigh fell from her lips, and she spread her legs more. Brogan chuckled, and Jules released her long enough to sit next to her. “You want me to eat your pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do,” she admitted.
“But first, you have to learn to cooperate,” Brogan reminded her.
Jenna stood, presented again, and Jules opened his legs and patted his thighs. “Bend over.”
“Don’t worry,” Brogan reassured her. “We’ll give you what you want, too, Jenna. But you must respect us. When you don’t mind, we will spank you.”
She slumped to Jules’s legs.
“Fuck me,” Brogan growled. “That’s some ass. Spread her cheeks.”
Jules placed his hands on her bottom and spread her for Brogan.
“I’m going to stroke your pretty little ass, Jenna. Will you let me?” Brogan asked. “Will you, subbie?”
She didn’t answer right away. Jules brought down the first smack.
“Ouch! I forgot how much the spankings hurt.”
She looked up and saw Brogan and Jules locked in knowing gazes. “Did your trainer spank you?” Jules asked.
“Yes,” she admitted. “All the time.”
Jules slapped her bottom again. This time, he delivered five swats. “Did you like it?”
“I craved it,” she replied. “Sometimes I masturbated thinking about the spankings.”
“Good Lord, sugar,” Brogan said, moving closer.
Jules brought down another series of smacks while Brogan moved where she could watch him undress. When Brogan was completely nude, he stood closer to her outstretched body and pressed his hand to the top of her head.
Jules rubbed her ass cheeks. “Suck his dick, subbie. Make him appreciate you, darlin’.”
“I already have a lot of appreciation, and you know it.” Brogan fisted his dick and ran his cockhead over her mouth. That’s when she gasped in surprise.
Jenna had been with Jules, and he was large, but Brogan, well, he should’ve been licensed to carry around that thing in his pants. She licked the slit and cupped his balls. Sipping the slit, she savored his taste, a mix of salt and cologne. She wondered if he placed a little of his expensive aftershave on his pecker. Some guys did, from what she’d been told.
She licked around Brogan’s length, and Jules massaged her bottom, caressing her cheeks. He pressed down on her back, and she felt him rise under her.
Jules was almost as large as Brogan, but their differences were distinct. Jules was thick, particularly around the mushroom head and directly in the middle of his shaft. Brogan was as long as he was wide. She wasn’t sure how well he’d fit in her mouth.
“Take me one inch at a time,” he instructed her. “But take me to the back of your throat.”
“I can’t,” she whined. “I mean, I don’t think I can.”
“You can. If you can’t, then this may not work out.”
Brogan let her know how important sex was to him, and obviously, he didn’t have any use for a woman who couldn’t deep-throat his cock. She locked her jaws around him and swallowed as his erection snaked across her tongue and pulsed against her throat.
“Ah, yeah,” he said. “There you go, subbie. I knew you could suck my cock.”
Jules slapped her ass a few more times, a
nd she mumbled against Brogan’s enormous penis. He gripped the back of her head, gathering a fistful of hair in a ponytail-fashion. After he grabbed a good handful of locks, he maneuvered her head over his dick, setting the pace he wanted.
She gagged a few times, her reflexes working overtime. Jules spanked her whenever she whined, gently caressing her globes right after each smack fell against her ass.
Finally, Brogan’s pace changed. She sucked harder. Her fingers toyed at the base, pinching the taut skin right above his scrotum.
“Fuck, baby! Where’d you learn to do that?” Brogan asked, his head falling forward, his hips pumping faster.
She applied a little pressure and sucked him to her throat. Humming against his size, she squeezed him with a tight suction and firm lips.
Jules spread her open and shoved three fingers into her pussy. At the same time, Brogan further encouraged a quick head-bob. Her mouth continued to swell with his size as his penis snaked down her throat. Soon, his cum slid across her tongue and drizzled down her throat.
“Ah, yeah,” he cried out, fucking her mouth. “Drink it, subbie. That’s right. Swallow my cum. Oh, baby, that’s my little sub. Oh, yes, keep your little trap closed and suck. Take me.”
His hips jerked and jerked. She didn’t think he’d ever stop coming, and Jules’s fingers fucked her harder and harder until his lips dropped to her ear and he gave his permission. “Come for me.”
Her body fell apart at the hands of Brogan and Jules. Brogan’s dick occupied her mouth, and he held on to her breasts, kneading them in an erotic pattern, allowing his rough calluses to scrape across her nipples.
Jules’s tongue skimmed over her back, and his attentive fingers filled her. The hot heat surrounded her, and her release left her wilting away in front of the Evans brothers, the men she had waited her entire life to love.
Chapter Eleven
The next morning, Jenna awoke in the middle of a bright bloom. Flower petals, a mix of tulips and roses, were sprinkled across the pillow next to where she’d slept. Bouquets of various floral arrangements were placed strategically throughout the room.
She appreciated the beauty surrounding her as she relived her experiences from the previous night. She remembered feeling various sensations during her restless sleep. Jules held her, then Brogan.
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