Acres, Natalie - Sex Drive [Country Roads 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Natalie Acres

  “I’m not worried. If she wants to have twenty kids, I’ll be more than willing to help with them.”

  “God, you’re whipped.”

  “And you aren’t?”

  Rex’s heart struck an extra beat as he watched Lucy welcome another guest, a late arrival there to support her husband. She greeted the woman with open arms. The driver’s wife must’ve felt welcome right from the start.

  Luke watched her, too. He had this silly little grin stamped on his face.

  Rex snapped his fingers in front of him. “You still with me?”

  “Yes,” Luke replied, tilting his head toward Lucy. “And I plan to be with her for the rest of my life.”

  “I never doubted that for a minute.”

  * * * *

  Luke and Rex said goodnight and farewell to the last of the commuting guests. When they turned to greet Lucy, she was walking down the front stairs toting an armful of linens.

  “What are you doing?” Rex asked.

  “One of the drivers left his nanny in the car because he didn’t want to ask for any favors until he was sure he signed with us.” She shook her head in disgust. “I told him he had less than five minutes to go drag her in here. I have a comfortable sofa, and I couldn’t stand to think of that little thing sleeping in the car.”

  About that time, the driver and his nanny walked in the back door. Long blonde hair cascaded over thin shoulders. Sleepy blue eyes twinkled back at them, and the young woman had a body that wouldn’t quit.

  “Nanny, hell,” Rex muttered. “Mistress is more like it.”

  The driver heard him. He looked up and then took the girl by the hand and led her over to meet them. “Charlotte, meet Rex and Luke McDavid, my boss’s boyfriends. I’d also like to introduce you to Lucy Malone, my boss.” He paused and then added, “This is my little sister. My dad’s illegitimate daughter.”

  Lucy blinked. Luke looked down at the floor.

  Rex took the girl’s hand in his and said, “I’m pleased to meet you.” He didn’t offer an apology or an explanation for vocalizing assumptions. Instead, he tried to make her feel welcome. “Make yourself at home. We have a lot of leftovers in the refrigerator.”

  “Which reminds me,” Luke said, pausing long enough to make eye contact with Rex. “I need to grab something out of the freezer.”

  He disappeared and Lucy passed off the blankets and pillows. “You can sleep in the study. Rex, will you show Charlotte where she can put her belongings?”

  “Come on,” he grumbled, leading the way.

  Luke returned and waited by the door with Lucy. “I can’t believe you’d leave him alone with her,” he teased.

  “First, he’s not alone. Charlotte’s brother is in there, too. Secondly, I trust him completely.” A beat later, she said, “Just like I trust you.”

  “I’m glad.”

  She glanced down at the baggie in his hand and said, “What on earth are you doing with that?”

  “We have a surprise for you tonight.”

  She couldn’t help but stare at the frost-covered bag. “Is ginger some kind of aphrodisiac?”

  “This will become your favorite erotic poison,” he promised, a guttural edge in his voice. He waved the transparent ziplock in front of her face. “Trust me. You’ll love these fingers so much you’ll beg for more.”

  Rex rejoined them. “We’re all set.”

  “Did you read her a bedtime story?” Luke asked, teasing Lucy.

  “No,” Rex deadpanned. “And you need to talk to that driver. He shouldn’t introduce his little sister as his father’s illegitimate daughter. Gal doesn’t have a lick of self-esteem.”

  “Why Rex McDavid, I do believe you have a soft spot for the underdog,” Lucy said quietly.

  “I should. I’ve been one myself at times.”

  “You’re anything but now,” Lucy reminded him.

  Rex snarled. “Don’t go thinking I’m easy.”

  “That’s exactly what you are,” Lucy said, patting his cheek.

  Rex blushed, which was rare. Before he provided a comeback, Lucy said, “Luke brought along a bedtime snack.”

  “I see,” Rex rasped, acknowledging the ginger.

  “What are you up to?” she asked, her gaze dancing between them.

  “You’ll have to wait and see,” Luke replied.

  “I don’t like surprises.”

  “We don’t either,” Rex informed her. “And you’re in a heap of trouble for keeping secrets.”

  “Are you gonna whip me, tonight?” Lucy asked, snuggling against Rex when he draped his arm around her shoulders.

  “You’d better believe it. You’ll be reprimanded frequently for the rest of your life.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Lucy was face down on the bed within minutes of entering the master bedroom. “Look at her, why don’t ’cha,” Luke said, swatting her ass with a riding crop.

  Lucy jerked, but she didn’t roll over to see them. This night was about her men, the cowboys ready for more than a wild buck and quick ride. They wanted to punish her for being a bad girl, a naughty woman with kinky tendencies she’d failed to mention. After Rex had prowled around in Fred’s life, he undoubtedly knew the kind of punishment techniques to which she’d been exposed.

  Luke bound her hands, cuffing them with leather grips. He held her by the hair of the head and ran his hand down her back and ass. “You want to be naughty tonight, don’t you baby?”

  “Yes, Master Luke,” she said. “With your permission.”

  He stroked her hip. “That’s my good girl,” he whispered, lapping at her ear.

  Lucy glanced at the clock. Red digits announced the time as half past midnight. The evening promised a lot of excitement, tremendous pleasure, and with any luck, a minor amount of pain.

  Truth told, Lucy was a pleasure-pain junkie. She found the most erotic sensations were often enjoyed after a sensual spanking, and she preferred paddles to crops. Tonight, she’d have both. Luke and Rex knew what she enjoyed, and they never made her want for much.

  Rex joined them then. He stood in front of her with his cock parallel to her lips. His hard length tempted her, but the slit was what she focused on most. Evidence of his excitement bubbled at the top, and she longed to taste him.

  Stretching her neck, she moistened her lips. “Just one lick?”

  “No, sub.”

  “Please, Master?” she asked, her mouth watering as he moved his cock not even an inch away.

  She inhaled his masculine scent, the spicy, rich woodlands aftershave and the strategically placed cologne. Rex always smelled so damn good.

  Tilting her chin upward, she stretched forward. With her hands locked behind her back, she wasn’t accomplishing what she set out to do and finally collapsed against the bed, her cheek to the comforter.

  “That’s my pretty sub,” Rex taunted her, stroking her hair. “You know when it’s time to give up the fight, don’t you, lover?”

  That was a challenge.

  Her head popped up, and she fought against the binds to wiggle her way to the edge of the bed. Luke held her feet as soon as she began crawling, clasping her ankles together and applying pressure to her handcuffs.

  Oh Lord, how she loved the games they played. She studied Rex then. She wondered. Was this all a game to Rex? Had something changed in him while she was away?

  “If you don’t behave, Lucy,” Luke said, “I’ll stick a dildo in your pussy when I put the ginger in your ass.”

  “You’re putting what in my ass?” she screeched, her butt cheeks clenching. “Like hell!”

  “We’ll see,” Luke sang.

  “But ginger has a burning component!”

  “Really?” Luke’s sarcasm was thick. “I didn’t know.”

  “Sub,” Rex said, his voice steady. “You won’t deny us. Ginger has been around since the Victorian era. We’ve used it before, and believe me, you’ll enjoy yourself. Have we ever done anything to harm you?”

  “No
,” she whined, shaking her head. “But I won’t like it. I know I won’t.”

  “Do you want to use your safe word then?” Rex asked, sounding disappointed.

  Lucy thought about that for a second. She couldn’t recall her safe word. Had they ever established one in the past? She hadn’t had a safe word with Fred. He’d forbidden it which should’ve been her first clue.

  He was a whack job.

  “It’s creampuff,” Luke told her, apparently aware of the fact she’d forgotten.

  “Creampuff?” she asked, trying to twist around so she could see him. “After the Shetland pony?”

  “My idea,” Luke said, swatting her ass a few times. “And what are you laughing about? A few years ago, you loved the idea.”

  She moaned as the crop struck her rear. “Make it burn, Luke,” she begged. “Oh yes! Make it sting!”

  Luke rubbed her globes. “You like whippings, don’t ya, doll?”

  “Yes, Master Luke. I love when you paddle my ass.” She didn’t tell them why she craved the spankings, but she assumed they knew. When she was spanked, there was something inside her, deep within her core that trembled. It was as if her walls were heavily sensitized, which made her orgasms stronger when she came, yet climaxing often took longer to achieve.

  Rex touched her chin with his fingers and lifted her head toward him. Kneeling in front of her, he said, “What kind of punishment should we give you tonight, Lucy?”

  “I don’t know, Master Rex,” she replied. “I’ve been a very bad girl.”

  “I know you have, sub,” he growled. “And you’ll pay for your mistakes. For every action there’s a reaction.” He looked down at his hard cock and snarled. “Shit, I’m already hard enough to bend you over and fuck until morning.”

  “Ha!” Luke exclaimed. “Somebody thinks he has a lot of stamina.”

  “He does,” Lucy whispered, smacking her lips, eyeing his swollen penis. “One, small taste.”

  Rex stood, fisted his cock, and placed the tip to her lips. “Here, subbie. Lick the slit.”

  She wet her lips with his pre-cum and ran her tongue over the opening, flattening the fleshy center over the small slit and applying pressure. He growled. “Suck, vixen.”

  Drawing him into her mouth, she devoured the length of his cock, twirling her tongue around his size and pulling him to the back of her throat. She hummed against his dick as he went deeper, pounded harder.

  Her gag reflexes were about to get the best of her when he stopped her. Grabbing her by the hair of the head, he stared into her eyes and said, “I want to know if we have any reason to worry about others like Graves. Is there anyone else in your past with something on you, material or pictures that could damage your company or your personal reputation?”

  “No!” she screeched. “Of course not.”

  “Lucy, you have to be sure,” he said evenly. “Luke and I only want to protect you.”

  “I know,” she said, adding quickly, “Masters, I’ll never keep anything from either of you again.”

  “But you kept secrets from us.”

  “Yes, Master Rex,” she agreed, her nipples becoming hard, the erect points pressing into the cotton coverlet under her. “But that’s behind us.”

  “You still have to be punished,” Rex told her, glancing at Luke.

  She was counting on that. In fact, she’d been unable to think of anything else. After she told Luke about Fred, explaining what he’d made her do in front of the cameras, she’d fully expected a chain reaction. Luke went to Rex. He assured him they would handle Fred and any other men like him. Then, they likely began early discussions of the best ways to discipline her.

  She hoped for stiff penalties, an erotic sentence guaranteed to last all night. They wouldn’t disappoint.

  Luke took his palm to her bare ass. He spanked her, giving her several quick swats until she cried. “Stop! Please!”

  She’d play this to the hilt.

  “Does it hurt?” Rex asked, squatting in front of her again, playing with his cock.

  “Oh yes, it burns.”

  Luke rubbed her cheeks, spreading her ass as he worked his fingers into her skin. “Her pussy is on fire, not her bottom. I didn’t spank her that hard.”

  She smiled.

  Rex smirked. “You’re a little drama queen. Aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “That will cost you,” Rex promised her, moving his cock up and down, slow and easy.

  Lucy licked her lips. They were damp before she realized what she was doing. Good Lord, he made her thirsty. She’d give anything to sip at his dick, lick the end until his sweet cum tantalized her taste buds.

  Luke leaned over her back. “Does your cunt throb, honey?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Are you wet?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He nibbled at her lobe and cupped her cheek. Dropping a peck on her lips, he whispered against her chin, “Years ago, Victorian gentleman stimulated their partners by inserting ginger root into the anus. The pleasure-pain component stimulated orgasms said to be enhanced by the burning sensation the ginger provoked.”

  While he talked to her, he slid his hand across her bare shoulders. His fingers walked down her back, tickling her. She quivered as her body responded, her arousal building, becoming fervent, too hot to contain.

  “Let’s make you comfortable,” Luke said, tracing the lines in her palms as he gently helped her to a seated position.

  Rex rose to his feet. Together, they hoisted her from the bed.

  “Look how hard her nipples are,” Rex said, pinching the left one.

  She yelped, and Luke smacked her bottom. “No outbursts. Hold your tongue.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Luke winked. “That’s my girl.”

  Rex pulled a spray bottle from the carry-all container she just noticed on the floor. “Bend over,” he instructed her, moving her body in a way where she could easily obey his command. He held her by the shoulders, which positioned the top of her head right at his cock.

  Oh hell, how was she expected to survive this? She didn’t want to look down. She wanted to stare up, view the only men she’d ever really loved.

  Luke stood behind her. Rex handed off the bottle, and she felt the nozzle at her rectum, the hard plastic cap right at her ass. A swishing sound filled the room as cool water brushed inside her hole. She opened her mouth, but nothing left her, not a sigh, not a complaint, nothing.

  “Good girl,” Rex said, patting her head.

  That was probably one of her favorite rewards. She’d told him a long time ago, she’d always enjoyed it when he caressed her head, played with her hair.

  “Relax, Lucy,” Luke crooned. “This is all for you.”

  “She knows,” Rex whispered.

  She heard a quick release of squirting water again. “There we go,” Luke rasped, his satisfaction apparent. “We’re all set.”

  Luke ran his fingers up and down her crack and groaned. “Good hell. Your pleasure will be extraordinary. You’re always so tight here, doll.”

  Luke’s fingers found her hole, and she shivered when he played with her ass. He gently inserted his thumb right inside the outer ring, forcing her to accept the intrusion and prepare for a deeper invasion.

  “She’s so receptive,” he said, reporting to Rex. “She’ll respond well to the ginger.”

  “I hope so,” she hummed, looking down the length of her body and wishing she had nipple clamps.

  “Relax, doll. You’ll feel some pressure. The erotic benefits, the cool burning sensation, won’t happen all at once. It’s gradual.” His knuckles bumped against her bottom, and she cried out as he placed the ginger between her cheeks, wiggling the fingers down to the root.

  “It’s cold!” she exclaimed. Oh hell, this was exquisite. Her nipples spiked. Her pussy heated. And her anus seized the first ginger sliver, apparently cut for perfect insertion.

  “There, honey. Let me go wash my hand
s. Rex will spank you until I get back.”

  “But…”

  “No buts,” Rex interrupted, sitting on the bed. “Concentrate on the sensations, the way the ginger feels lodged inside your bottom.” Dragging her body over his lap, he pinched her cheeks, forcing her to clamp down on the bulb. “How’s that feel?”

  “Nice,” she replied, gulping. “I don’t really feel anything yet. It’s more like having a butt plug in my ass.” As Rex and Luke both understood, Lucy was a kinky somebody. She liked having a cold stone between her cheeks, so they must’ve realized how excited she was, and anticipated how much she’d enjoy playing with ginger.

  “You’ll notice some moderate changes. The slow-rising, searing sensation will take a few minutes. Once you feel the warmth, your body will be receptive and soon you’ll long for cock, something more than a simple ginger bulb up your ass.”

  A few minutes passed, and Rex stopped holding her cheeks together. She held her breath and anticipated what came next.

  “Would you like to be spanked with a paddle?” Rex asked.

  “Oh yes, Master,” she replied, pressing her legs together. Her bottom was hypersensitive. A sweltering heat brushed over her hole.

  “What was that?” she asked.

  “The flogger,” Rex replied, gently swatting her opening again, tickling the tight space surrounding the ginger rooted inside her.

  Luke handed off a recognizable object when he returned. The small wooden shape resembled a ping-pong paddle.

  Rex pressed the round head to her hip, slid the flat paddle to her right cheek, and then spanked her until she cried out. “More, Master! More!”

  He spanked her again, this time whipping her left side. His heavy cock pressed against her moist flesh. He was as aroused as she was.

  The stinging began. The perception of hot flames igniting around her hole exploded inside her. The burning vibes were remarkable, better than anything she’d ever experienced.

  Rex smacked her ass once more. Wherever the lick landed, an exquisite tingle followed, burning from the point of contact straight to her ass and pussy.

  Tossing the instrument of punishment, and great pleasure, to the wayside, Rex flipped her over and flattened his hand against her mound. Then he smacked her pussy repeatedly. “Hand me a piece of ginger for her clit.”