Loving Their Dream Weaver

by Loving Their Dream Weaver (lit)

  “Oww!” She cried out when a large, hot hand smacked her left ass cheek. Hard. The next moment, a matching slap connected with her right cheek.

  Suz struggled to fight her way out of his one-armed hold, but he held her easily.

  “Penn, that’s enough,” Liam said quietly, several long, pain-filled minutes later.

  “Is it? I’m not so sure. She doesna seem ta have much faith in us.” Penn growled, though the spanking did stop. His hand began to massage her bottom instead, easing the pain that burned through her entire body and settled low in her pleasure center.

  Suz dropped her forehead to his shoulder and moaned as the pain of the spanking transformed, blossoming into lust for more than just his hand on her butt. She wanted all of him, all of them. Sliding a hand between her and Penn, she cupped the large erection that pushed hard at the zipper of his jeans. Before she could work the button in his waistband, he took hold of her wrist and pulled her hand from his body.

  “No.”

  He set her back on her feet then stepped out of reach. His worn denim blue eyes narrowed, his expression still less than pleased with her. Suz retreated to Ruth’s rocking chair by the fireplace. She sat down, hissing when her sore bottom came in contact with the wooden seat. Tense now, and horny from the spanking, she picked up her knitting from the basket on the floor beside the chair, hoping the yarn play would calm her.

  The baby hat was a quick, easy project that kept her hands busy and her mind free to think of other things. Creating with the yarn and needles by either knitting, crocheting, or weaving relaxed her in a way she couldn’t explain. Unfortunately, she didn’t have the brain cells necessary to concentrate on anything tonight. All her focus was on the lust that Penn had incited with his spanking. Until meeting her McKenzie men, she’d never been turned on by pain. But with these two, anything they did to her seemed to flip her into lust. Right now she needed to be fucked long, hard, and without mercy.

  She ignored Penn as he paced the room, just a trace of a limp left over after recovering from a broken leg. She glanced once at Liam. He’d settled on the couch across the room. He, too, looked serious, though more concerned than angry.

  “Ye’ll no’ go ta the studio alone again. One of us will be with ye until we figure out who’s been callin’ ye and what they want. In fact, I’m not sure I want ye goin’ anywhere outside the house alone until this git is caught.”

  Suz stared at him, appalled that he would go so far as to bar her from going outside alone. Before she could explode out of her chair with indignant outrage, she closed her eyes and took a slow deep breath. Thinking back over the past weeks, she’d rarely been alone since their return from Denver, except for the time she’d spent in the studio. If they weren’t here, Jubilee was, cleaning and cooking and offering advise whenever it was called for. On a few occasions, even Dodge and Isabella, the other two members of the Dreamer’s Dell, Inc., board of directors, had dropped by for a few hours to share what they knew of the workings of Dreamer’s Dell, Inc.

  “There is a simpler solution.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “Get me a cell phone and take the land line out of the studio. Then he won’t be able to call anymore.”

  Silence filled the room as they contemplated her logical suggestion. Then Liam began to chuckle. “Why didn’t ye think of that, brother?”

  “Shut up, Liam.”

  Chapter 5

  Penn wondered if she would think him weak if he fell at her feet and begged forgiveness. He’d spanked her harder and longer than he should have, but fear at losing her as well as anger at himself for not properly protecting her drove him.

  The more he spanked her, the higher his fear and temper flared. If Liam hadn’t stopped him, he wasn’t sure where it would have taken them. As little as his beautiful lover was, he could have done real damage. After exchanging a glance with Liam who gave a half nod in agreement, Penn focused on getting this serious business out of the way before turning his attention to treating their woman to a night of loving she’d not soon forget.

  “Liam will take ye to get a cell phone in the morning. I’ll have that studio line disconnected immediately. If anything like this happens again, I want ta hear about it the first time it happens, not a week later. Understand?”

  Suz nodded as she laid her knitting back in the basket. “Yes, Penn. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. How can I make it up to you?” Pushing to her feet, she took the two steps that separated them and wrapped herself around him. She rubbed against him and pushed everything but the mind-fogging lust for her from his brain.

  “Liam, get me the toy box.” Penn met his brother’s gaze. After another moment of silent communication, he looked back down at the woman in his arms. “Do you trust us? Do you understand we’d never hurt ye?” He rubbed his hands up and down her back before cupping them under her butt and pulling her against his body.

  Her eyes widened before she nodded. “Yes, Penn. I trust you.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. That position rubbed her wet, wide open slit against the erection pushing at the front of his jeans.

  He kissed her deeply then turned and carried her out of the living room and up the stairs. Neither of them saw the hooded figure appear just outside the front window.

  By the time Penn carried her through the bedroom door, Suz was ready to rip his clothes off and beg for him to fuck her. Liam was already there, placing a deep red trunk on the dresser. He lifted the lid and began to sort through the contents.

  Penn laid her on the bed and waited for Liam to join them. Suz looked from one to the other as Liam laid several items on the nightstand. Closing her eyes, she didn’t try to make sense of what she saw in his hands. She didn’t care as long as they eased the itchy feeling that burned deep in her cunt.

  “That’s right lass, keep those eyes closed,” Liam murmured before putting something cool and soft over her eyes and wrapping it around her head.

  Opening her eyes, she found they’d blindfolded her. This was something new. They were creative lovers, but she wasn’t sure she was going to enjoy not knowing who was touching her when. “Liam, no.”

  “Suz, yes.” He kissed her, his tongue driving hard into her mouth as his fingers pinched a nipple through her clothes. “Relax and let us take care of ye. Trust us. We’ll keep ye safe and make ye verra happy.”

  Hands pulled her sweater up to her armpits. A hot tongue licked up the center of her belly, driving all thoughts from her mind.

  “Mmmm, okay.”

  At her acquiescence, all hands touching her pulled away. She heard rustling of clothes, then nothing. She knew they were both there. She could feel them looking at her. Why didn’t they do something?

  A moment later, she felt the hands again, but didn’t know who was doing what. One set of hands stripped off her sweater and bra while the other dealt with her socks, jeans, and damp panties.

  Once she was naked, her hands were caught and raised over her head. Before she understood what was going on, her wrists were tied together and secured to the headboard. The hands pulled away again, and she was left drifting. Though she knew they were still close by, fear expanded in her chest.

  “Please. I need to touch you.” She pulled against her bonds, panic curling in her stomach. What if they left her like this?

  “Shhh. We’ll no’ leave ye alone. We take good care of what’s ours.” Two fingers brushed over her bottom lip before dipping inside.

  Grateful for the contact, Suz closed her mouth over the fingers, sucking on them as if on a cock. She moaned around the fingers as lips closed over one nipple. More fingers rolled and flicked the other.

  Hands, lips, and tongues explored her, touched her, and tasted her, driving her to the edge of sexual insanity. They drove her higher and higher but always slowed, stopped, or pulled away, keeping her poised right on the edge of orgasm.

  They kept her ready but never gave her that last touch or lic
k or nudge that would send her screaming into bliss. The feeling brought back into sharp focus the agony she’d carried for a dozen years when she’d been unable to orgasm no matter what she tried.

  “Please. I need . . . . Oh god, please.”

  Suz began to thrash when the two fingers circling her clit lifted a single second too soon. Bending her knees, she lifted her hips, trying to find the hand that she knew was right there.

  Tears filled her eyes and ran down into her hair. Suz tried desperately to find some thread of control, but they had shown her bliss. Once upon a time, not so very long ago, she could live without finding the peace only an orgasm offered. But no longer. They had spoiled her and she needed to come.

  “What do ye need, sweetheart? What do ye want?”

  The whispered voice and new endearment didn’t help her identify the speaker, but at that point she didn’t care about anything but reaching orgasm. A release she could achieve only at their command.

  “I need you. I need you both. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I do trust you. I love you. Please. Please help me.”

  She screamed and arched her body when a long, thick, hot shaft of engorged Scottish male slid full length into her on the first thrust. Once fully seated, he did not move. Instead, she felt a pull on her hands and then they were free from their restraints.

  She reached for her blindfold, but a hand stopped her. “Nay, sweets. Leave it on and just feel us lovin’ ye. Trust us to bring ye pleasure.” Again that dark whispered voice.

  She nodded, understanding that they would keep her safe from harm. She squeaked when the man atop her slid his arms around her middle then rolled so she lay across his chest. When she tried to push up so she could ride his shaft, he held tight and kissed her hair. “Lay still. Relax. Let us take care of ye.”

  Other hands rubbed her ass, massaging both globes, parting them to see the puckered hole between. “Ah, sweetheart, yer so beautiful. Even with yer ass bright pink from punishment. Now jes’ relax.”

  A moment later, a cold, wet finger circled then gently pushed deep into her back hole. After sliding in and out several times, the digit withdrew before returning a moment later to repeat the action. This time as soon as the finger left her ass, something else—bigger, rounder, and harder than a finger—began to penetrate her anus. Suddenly fearful, she tightened her muscles and tried to pull away.

  The arms that held her tightened across her back. “Shhh baby. ‘Tis a plug ta help stretch that fine, sweet ass. Relax and let it in. Then I’ll fuck ye good.”

  Suz nodded. She dropped her head to the sweat-dampened chest beneath her. With several deep breaths, she focused on relaxing. It was difficult, but the hands rubbing up and down her back and the whispered words of encouragement and praise helped. Finally the plug seated fully in her.

  “Good girl.” Hands helped her sit up straighter, the plug changing positions and sending sparkling showers of need through her, keeping her right on the edge.

  As soon as she found her balance, she began to ride up and down the thick cock. She felt warmth behind her, then a hard chest against her back. Hands gripped her hips, helping her move as others plucked at her nipples and palmed her breasts. In a handful of heartbeats, she catapulted over the peak and came with a loud cry. Arching her back, she rested her head against the chest behind her.

  The first orgasm barely retreated when they drove her to a second. As she screamed out her completion, the man beneath her roared with her. Suz collapsed down onto his chest.

  “Don’t go to sleep, sweetheart. Yer no’ done yet.”

  Hands raised her hips so that the softening cock that filled her withdrew. Before she could miss it, she was filled again from behind. He thrust deep and hard in a fast tempo that somehow ignited her fire once again. Fingers rolled her nipples, and one hand slid down between her legs. Two fingers found her clit and plucked at it before pinching and rolling it. The sharp erotic pain shot through Suz, sending her screaming over the edge just as the man behind her thrust deep once more time and pulsed his seed within her.

  He pulled out and moved away as Suz collapsed. The man beneath her rolled so that she lay on her side then he climbed from the bed as well. She didn’t open her eyes when they removed the blindfold and pulled the blankets over to cover her. She just snuggled deeper into her pillow and sighed with contentment.

  * * * *

  “Do ye think she understands now?” Liam asked once they were dressed again and headed downstairs.

  Penn smiled. “If not, we’ll jes’ show her again. With her history ‘tis no wonder she has a hard time trusting. Besides, I don’t think she realized it was punishment. Maybe next time we shouldna let her come so soon. How long should we leave the plug in?”

  “Till morning. She’ll be fine. Come on. Jubilee made cookies this afternoon.”

  Chapter 6

  Suz and Liam spent the next morning away from Dreamer’s Dell, shopping.

  First stop was the cell phone provider. Liam had to drag her away from the free phones to the display of phones that did everything except cook dinner. “Though ye dunna ken it yet, yer an important lass now. Ye need a phone that will do more than jes’ make calls.” He spoke patiently, sounding almost amused at her thriftiness.

  She finally agreed and then spent five minutes deciding on the color. Next stop was the farm supply store where Liam arranged for the delivery of a truck load of feed to the home farm as soon as they could load up the truck.

  Suz then dragged him to the mall where she demanded that he buy her panties to replace the numerous pairs the twins had destroyed since they’d come back into her life.

  “If ye quit wearin’ the blasted things, we wouldna have to tear them from ye. No one would mind. I know I like knowin’ yer bare under yer clothes for me. Means I can get at ye anytime I like.” He raised his eyebrows and leered as she blushed bright pink.

  “No. We’re buying panties, and you will not ruin these.”

  Liam sighed when he saw the determined set of her chin. She was not going to give up this battle. “Only if I get ta help choose them, though I canna promise not to ruin a few.”

  With an expression that announced in no uncertain terms that she was not happy, Suz nodded. “As long as they’re not all see through, scratchy lace thongs.”

  “Agreed.”

  He surprised her by choosing only two thongs—one in black silk, the other red lace—and neither were scratchy. The rest of the two dozen pairs were a rainbow of sensible panties, though sexier than she’d ever chosen for herself. From bikinis to French cut and lacy boy cut, Liam made sure each pair was different in either color or style.

  When it came time to check out, she fought the urge to growl when the gorgeous young saleswoman openly flirted with Liam. For his part, he ignored her suggestive comments, batting eyelashes, and coquettish smiles. When the woman gave up and focused on her work, Suz relaxed. She tried not to gasp when she announced the total from their panty shopping.

  Liam handed over his credit card before turning to Suz and pulling her in for a hug. “I’ll expect ye to model them fer us this evening. Every pair.”

  The squeak emerged before Suz could fight it down. She turned her burning face away, wishing she could hide.

  Liam accepted the bag and wrapped his free arm around Suz. “Now, lass, is there anythin’ else ye need?”

  “No. I don’t think so.” She was afraid to ask for anything else, seeing how overboard Liam had gone on buying panties.

  “I’m hungry. Let’s eat before we head back to the dell.”

  After lunch at a popular Greek restaurant, they returned to Dreamer’s Dell. Liam parked the truck in the barn parking lot then retrieved the dreaded paperwork from his office. Just that morning, Penn demanded he finish a stack of overdue paperwork or else he’d be sleeping in the barn with the pregnant ewes. They headed to the house to drop off the shopping bag containing Suz’s panties.

  While there, Suz also changed out of
her jeans into one of her ankle-length broomstick skirts. She’d realized after that first day of weaving that the skirts were more comfortable than jeans, both while sitting at the loom and when the boys joined her for their sexual playtime. Especially when she went commando underneath. The jeans were warmer, but they rubbed in all the right places, making her twice as horny in half the time. That delighted her boys but was not helpful when trying to make progress on her weaving.

  Suz hoped to finish one more shawl before she took all that she’d finished off the loom. She was about at the end of the warp and hoped there was just enough for one more. Once the loom was empty, Penn and Liam would redress it for her with new warp threads so she could start weaving again. Her skills were growing and she was growing more confident, but she still didn’t think anything she’d woven so far was good enough. She wasn’t sure she was good enough to please Mother Nature, but as her men kept telling her all she could do was try.

  Suz unlocked the studio door with the key from the mailbox and then, as always, returned it to the mailbox before pushing open the door. As soon as she stepped inside she knew something was very, very wrong. Looking around, she could barely make sense out of what she saw. Then the heat and an acrid, stomach-turning stench overwhelmed her. Her eyes filled with protective tears and her stomach rolled.

  “What the hell?” She froze two steps into the studio, but Liam walked into her back, pushing her two steps further.

  “What the fuck is that stench?” Liam growled as he grabbed her and retreated back outside.

  As soon as they were outside, Suz leaned over the porch railing and threw up her lunch. By the time she emptied her stomach, she had time to process the horror she’d walked into.

  Someone had trashed the studio. Papers, books, and cones of yarn had been tossed all over the room. Ruth’s idea board had been jerked down from the wall. There was something off about the loom, though she couldn’t put her finger on what without going back inside to look at it again. And she did not want to go back inside.