Lang, Chloe - Wilde Nights [The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 4] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Chloe Lang

  She wasn’t sure about that last statement about her ever being ready for the main stage, but she did believe he would know whenever he’d reached her limit. He must. She definitely didn’t know her own boundaries. Thankfully, Sir seemed to be able to read her mind.

  He ordered, “Bend over. That’s it.”

  In a flash, she was face down on the narrow bench with her head at the lower end and her breasts hanging down either side. She realized her ass was high enough for the audience of her sexy cowboys to see. Also, she could move her head enough to get a view of them. The wrist cuffs he’d placed on her were secured to the bench. He moved to her legs and fastened them with other cuffs. Then he attached them to the bench as well. She tested each arm and leg by pulling on the restraints. They didn’t budge. She was completely immobile.

  Jessie could hear the other Wilde brothers’ hot breathing, and that made her warm and dizzy.

  Suddenly, an image of Austin spun her mind around, and her belly did a somersault. How would she be responding if he’d been invited to the room to watch her training? Wasn’t that why she’d agreed to let Denver put her through the ropes? She knew the score about the Wilde family’s plural marriage. She’d talked with their grandfather and their mother and learned even more. The family’s generational norm was all brothers married the same woman. The current brothers were expected to do the same, one day. Three of the five of them had made it clear they wanted her to be that woman. Sir seemed to be following suit, too. God, she knew she wanted him to feel that way about her. Jessie loved his possessiveness and self-assuredness. It comforted her, relaxed her, and drew her in deeper to him. His amazing singing was such a dichotomy to how he carried himself here at the club, yet in a way it fit. He was talented behind the mic and also in front of a chained woman.

  But what about Austin? Would he ever want someone like her? Not if she couldn’t let even angels watch her while Sir train—

  Sir’s open hand hit her bottom, delivering a sting. Her legs jerked, and hot pain jolted her from her thoughts. Unable to move her head enough to see Sir, she looked at Jackson, Phoenix, and Dallas. Their sinful stares were fixed on her.

  “You’ve drifted off from me, sub.” Sir kneaded her ass. “That displeases me.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “I need you out of that head of yours. I want you to feel. To really feel. Let go, sugar.”

  Another slap. Her arms and legs jerked from the impact of his hand, and a burn seared her backside.

  “What do you think, Master Dallas? The round paddle?” Sir asked.

  Outside the club, Denver would only refer to his brothers by name or nickname. Inside, she’d learned, things were more formal and had a protocol. Once you left the reception area, the game was on. Titles were to be upheld. There was a sensibility that Jessie liked about—

  Wham! Her bottom burned.

  “Stay with me, love. Too much in your head.”

  She took a deep breath to steady herself and to hold back the looming tears. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  “Master Denver, I think the eight-inch round paddle would do nicely on her pretty little ass.” Dallas’s voice was deep and lusty, thrilling her down to her toes.

  Sir came into her view, walking in front of the bench. He went to the table, and she watched him select the paddle Dallas had described. Her heart jackhammered inside her chest, and she feared what was about to come…but she also craved it. She was in her head, like Sir had said she was, analyzing everything and everyone. Too much. She wanted rest and release from her spinning thoughts.

  Sir came back and bent down. He placed the paddle in front of her face. “See this.”

  Jessie nodded.

  “Kiss it.”

  She did. It was made of some type of rubber material and felt a bit cool on her lips.

  “This is going to send you to a space of absolute arousal, love.”

  Meekly, she asked, “Sir, how many times will you strike me with it?”

  He laughed. “Just enough, sugar. No more. No less. Leave the count to me.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Sir went out of her peripheral sight. She bit her lip, anticipating what was about to hit her flesh. It didn’t come. Instead, she felt his lips kissing the small of her back. She relaxed and let out a long sigh. Then the whack of the paddle hit her ass. The sting went clear into her clit. Another slap. And another. Sir never hit the same spot on her twice. Every inch of her bottom stung and ached, yet strangely, each smack made her body hotter, her mind softer, and her pussy wetter. Another blow sent her to the moon and back. Her body arched off the flatness of the bench, and instinctively she ground her clit into the bench’s hardness.

  Then the paddle stopped coming down on her ass.

  “Jackson, is this woman yours?” Sir asked.

  “Yes. She’s mine.”

  “Come up here, take this paddle, and give her three strokes on her gorgeous ass.”

  “Gladly.”

  Jackson came up to the stage. He stroked her hair. “You look so beautiful, darlin’.”

  The next instant she felt three quick strikes, softer than the ones Sir had delivered but still with a nice sting.

  The man who had brought her into womanhood said, “I love you, Jessie.”

  “Jackson, I love you, too.” Tears leaked from her eyes. This was too much. Too intense. “Please, Sir. I’m not sure I can take much more.”

  “You can take more. Trust me.”

  If he believed she could, then damn it, she would. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Phoenix, you’re up to bat.” Sir’s tone was still very even, but to her it did sound deeper in his chest.

  The next cowboy leapt to her side. He kissed her cheek. “I can’t wait to make you my wife, angel. I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  Phoenix delivered three more slaps to her ass from the paddle, making her incredibly dizzy and even more wanton. She sobbed, not from the stings they were delivering but from something else, some other sensation deep inside her that was clawing to be freed.

  “Master Dallas,” Sir called to the last brother in the room.

  “I never knew I could love someone so much, sweetheart.” Dallas rubbed her neck. “You knock me out. I’m nuts for you. You know that, right?”

  Jessie choked out, “Yes, Master Dallas. I do.”

  “Fuck. Master Denver, how the hell have you gotten her to this state so quickly? Seeing her so submissive has got my dick hard as a rock.”

  “Experience is how. Now, give her the message she’s yours.”

  “Yep. I will. What state are you in, Jessie?”

  “Green, Master Dallas. I’m green.”

  “You’re beyond amazing, love.” Then Dallas delivered three whacks to her ass that curled her toes and had her biting her lip. She had almost screamed at the burn of the last smack but had incredibly held it back.

  “My turn, again,” Sir informed. “You’re mine, love. All mine. Trust me.”

  Wham! She yelped at the smarting that spread out from the impact on the bottom of her ass’s left cheek. She ground her clit into the bench, and her pussy leaked liquid desire.

  “Trust me, love.” She felt the paddle hit the uppermost part of her right cheek.

  She groaned and became really woozy.

  “Trust me, Jessie.” The paddle hit both cheeks in the middle of her ass.

  She whimpered and closed her eyes at the burn and ache she felt. Her bottom’s nerve endings were sparking like exposed live wires. She’d never been so wet or turned on in her life. They wanted her. No, they’d claimed her. The men didn’t ask for permission. They took what was theirs. I’m theirs, and they are mine. How could she deny them anything? She couldn’t.

  “You did amazing, love.” Sir’s tone was gentle.

  Jessie felt the cuffs being removed and several hands caressing her bottom so gently. A slick salve was being applied to her ass. It felt cooling and wonderful.
Suddenly, Sir lifted her up in his arms. She looked up into his pale blue eyes. The other brothers went back to their seats, resuming their roles as audience. “Sir, let’s give your brothers a show.”

  He frowned. “You’ve done good, but you’ve got more to learn, sub.”

  Trembles made her voice shake. “Sir, did I do something wrong?”

  “Yes, you did. You’re trying to take charge.”

  She shook her head, hoping to convince him otherwise. “No, Sir. I’m not. I promise.”

  “Really? Didn’t you just tell me to give my brothers a show?”

  “Yes, but—”

  “But nothing.”

  He placed her feet on the ground and brought his hands to the curve in her waist. Her legs felt really wobbly, but he held her steady. “Sir, I didn’t mean that.”

  “I know, sugar. In here, you must let me hold the reins. I decide if there is a show or a no-show, not you. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. “I won’t do it again. I promise.”

  “Yes, you will. That’s okay, sweetheart. It’s all part of it. Learning to trust. Learning to let go. It’s a lifelong process, not a destination. But I can’t let your indiscretion slide. You do get that?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Silently, she prayed he wouldn’t spank her more. Her ass hurt, and she didn’t think she could take more torture there.

  “Let’s see how that sweet mouth of yours feels on my dick. Get on your knees, sub.” Without hesitation, he dropped his jeans to his ankles, and his long, thick dick jutted out. The whole scene was wickedly delicious.

  Jessie dropped to her knees and waited, though she was ready to show Sir she did really understand.

  “Good girl. Cup my balls.”

  She did. They felt heavy and full.

  Sir guided the tip of his dick to her mouth and held it to her lips. “Show me you’ve learned your lesson and earned my reward.”

  Eager to please him, she licked the tip of his cock. It tasted salty with pre-cum. She felt his hands in her hair and could hear his brothers’ heavy breathing from their chairs. The whole thing made her marvelously muddled. She went up and down his shaft, swallowing in an attempt to hear his approval.

  “Great. Amazing. Love, you’re—Fuck! That’s so good,” Sir said, as if reading her mind. He cupped her chin. “That’s enough. I’ve got to get inside your pussy. Correction—my pussy. Understand, sub?”

  She did. “Yes, Sir.”

  Sir pulled a condom out of his pocket, freed it from its wrapper, and rolled it down his dick. “I’ve not enjoyed the feel of that pretty, little cunt around my cock. Time to fix that, right now.”

  A manic need for him to be inside her body took hold of her. “P–Please, Sir.”

  He lifted her up to a standing position. “First, I need a taste.” He leaned over slightly, and then he threaded his fingers through her pussy’s saturated ruffles. An array of heat jetted through her body. When he pressed on her clit with his thumb, Jessie sucked in a heavy, wanton breath. Every conscious thought about what and who was outside this room fled from her mind. Nothing mattered. Just now. Just here. Just Sir and his brothers.

  She watched as Sir brought his hand up to his lips.

  He sucked on her juices that coated his fingers. “Perfect. My pussy tastes delicious.”

  Fiery trembles shook her entire body. She loved his lascivious talk. His tone and words worked hypnotically to suspend her, a surreal space of his making. He’d created it and brought her to it. Jessie could’ve never reached it alone.

  Suddenly, he hoisted her up into his arms. “To steady yourself, put your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She did as he’d instructed.

  Slowly, he guided the tip of his dick to the sensitive puckers of her pussy. “You hold on, love. Let me do the work. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She felt his thick dick part her slit as he lowered her down millimeter by erotic millimeter. Sensations fired in her like massive cannons as his cock split her in two, filling every space inside her pussy. The more she took of his dick, the more her need swelled and her clit throbbed.

  Finally, the incredible, torturous lowering of her pussy onto his dick came to an end. His dick filled her completely, and her pussy shivered around his shaft. Though she held onto him with her arms and legs, it was Sir’s strength that was keeping her secure, guiding his dick in and out of her, taking her to a new edge of pleasure beyond what she’d known until now. She felt helpless and wonderful, adding to her surrender to him and the uncontrollable sensations inside her. Each time he lowered her pussy down onto his hard dick, her hunger exploded as Sir stretched her out even more. She nipped at his chest as his continued onslaught drove her to the verge of insanity. She clawed the back of his neck and screamed as she came hard. Her entire body shuddered, with the center of the quake coming from deep inside her pussy where he filled her up. Her womb convulsed as he stabbed her in a final long, possessive stroke. Then she felt his cock jerk against the inner walls of her pussy as he came inside her.

  Her body went limp, and her arms fell to her side. She would’ve fallen, too, if Sir hadn’t been holding her. He gently lifted her body, and his dick left her channel. She immediately missed the feel of him inside her. Sir squeezed her tight and kissed her hair. He went to the bench and sat down, shifting her body so that she was now sitting on his lap. “Thank you, Jessie. You’ve pleased me very much.”

  Sudden applause from the three brothers made her turn to them. Master Denver had given them a show, and she’d been the star attraction. Her men made her feel adored and beautiful, something she’d never known before coming to Wilde, Nevada.

  Denver brushed her hair out of her eyes. He looked at his brothers. “She’s had enough for tonight.”

  “Agreed,” Jackson chimed in.

  Phoenix stood up. “Enjoy your time with Denver, okay?”

  “I will.”

  “We’ll see you soon,” he added and headed to the door.

  “That we will,” Dallas agreed, and followed him.

  Jackson lingered, his gaze unmoving from her face.

  “You coming, lil’ bro?” Phoenix asked.

  “Yep. I love you, darlin’.”

  “I love you, too, Jackson.”

  He smiled broadly and went to the door where Phoenix and Dallas were waiting. Her three cowboys stared at her before leaving her alone with Denver. It felt strange, but she knew this was the plan all along. Get to know Denver, and let him get to know her. Jessie was already enamored with Denver, and she believed that he was feeling more for her, too.

  Denver slid her to the bench and off his lap. He stood and quickly disposed of the condom.

  When he sat back down next to her, she shot her fingers up to the scar on his face. His eyes narrowed.

  She jerked her hand back. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  He shook his head. “Don’t be. You’re wondering about my scar and how I got it?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He let out a long breath. “I’m not ready to tell you about that. Maybe someday.”

  Of the four brothers she’d been with, he was the most guarded and hard to read. Was he really interested in her? Could he see her as his wife someday? And there was still the question about Austin. Had he been responsible for her brake lines being cut? If so, she didn’t even have an icicle’s chance in hell to reconcile the brothers with him, and they’d never agree to let him join them in marrying her some day. That thought had her shivering.

  “That pretty little head of yours is going to get you into trouble, sugar. Where did you go?”

  “Thinking about the mine and my investigation.”

  “And?” God, he could read her mind.

  “I was thinking about Austin.”

  “Let us worry about him, okay?”

  “May I be candid, Sir?”

  “Candid, yes. Sassy, no.”
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  “Yes, Sir. I can’t be the reason you and the others cut ties with him. He’s your brother.”

  “If he’s behind your brake lines being cut, then he’ll get what he deserves.”

  “Austin is intense, I get it, and his ways may be—”

  “Over the top.”

  She nodded. “But, if he did do the unthinkable, it was a misguided love for the mine and your family. What if he only meant to scare me?”

  “Jackson and Phoenix think Austin could do such a thing. I don’t, but we have to find proof, either way.”

  “What if we never do, Sir?”

  Denver grinned. “Jessie, I know one thing. You’re going to be the death of me.”

  Chapter Four

  Denver knew he was in trouble the moment he and Jessie entered Pappy Jack’s hospital room. The old man was sitting up in bed with an IV in his left arm, shuffling cards on his meal tray.

  Jackson sat on the end of the bed with several dollar bills in front him. “Darlin’, I’m so glad to see you.”

  Pappy Jack looked up and smiled broadly. “Well, if it isn’t sweet, little Jessie. I’m so glad to have you come visit me in this sorry excuse for a hospital. Maybe you can talk some sense into the sawbones’s head that I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Besides, with the nurses coming in at all hours, how’s a man going to get any rest.”

  It pleased Denver that his granddad liked Jessie.

  “I would’ve thought that you’d like the nurses’ visits,” she teased.

  Pappy Jack laughed then patted the bed for her to sit.

  She sat on the bed, leaned down, and kissed the old man’s cheek. “You look a lot better than the last time I saw you.”

  “A mine explosion is nothing to me. I’ve seen much worse.”

  “I bet you have.”

  “How’s my grandson over there treating you?” Pappy Jack pointed at Denver.

  “He’s great.”

  The old man grinned. “Yes, he is. Not like my namesake here, who is letting me win instead of really trying. Boy, that’s a form of cheating, you know?”