by Zoey Marcel
Greyson’s feral outcry sounded vanquished and enticing. The loss of control stoked his natural dominance to life and he asserted himself. He pounded into his giver’s orifice, and Diego felt the rancher’s cock expand as Greyson spilled his sizzling release down Diego’s throat.
His asshole gripped Diego’s finger tight, sucking him repeatedly the way Diego had sucked Greyson’s dick—hard, rapid, and intense.
Diego swallowed the semen Greyson shared with him and then took several deep breaths of air when the cowboy ejected from his mouth.
Greyson’s legs shook uncontrollably as he shimmied the underwear and jeans back up his thighs and then fumbled to get his fly closed with his trembling fingers.
Diego grinned and stood, wiping his mouth off on the back of his hand. The dirty gesture put stars in the other man’s eyes.
“Are you all right?” Diego asked with a breathless chuckle.
Greyson got a lopsided grin on his unmatched face. “I’m fine. You know my ass is off limits.”
“True, but I’m aware you enjoy pushing your limits.”
He appeared intoxicated with afterglow, but Diego didn’t miss the subtle warning in his eyes.
Greyson pulled his cell phone from his pocket to read a text after his phone buzzed. “We should get back before someone sees us.”
“No release for me, eh?” Diego teased.
Greyson put the phone back in his pocket and smiled as he headed back around to the driver’s side. “Will you take a rain check this time?”
“I would sooner take your mouth.”
He smirked. “Maybe tonight when we’re alone.”
Diego approached the driver’s side after Greyson got in. “I could take your ass.”
Greyson shot him a deadly glare. “What part of ‘no ass play’ did you not understand?”
Diego placed his hand on the other man’s thigh. The heat of his body simmered through the dusty denim. “You could be in mine.”
Greyson flinched a little, looking horny when he saw and felt his friend’s hand on his leg. “I thought you never gave up control for anyone.”
“For you I would,” Diego said softly. He moved his hand from Greyson’s leg and reached for the rancher’s face. “I would do anything for you.”
Greyson pushed his hand away, barricading himself behind the invisible portcullis as he often did whenever Diego got too personal with him. He refused to see their oral sex, frottage, and hand-fucking as intimacy, and while it had been enough for Diego in the beginning, now it hurt. He wanted more.
“We’ve kept them waiting long enough,” Greyson said, slamming the door closed.
Diego glanced downward briefly and then looked at Greyson through his rolled down window. “See you at home, amigo.”
Chapter Seven
Emmett took her dancing at the saloon and out to dinner at the Wild Bronco Pizza & Brewery. Melanie couldn’t take her eyes off him. He looked dashing and every inch a gentleman in his black suit and tie. His cologne smelled heavenly.
He generally wore jeans, a shirt, and cowboy boots like his brothers and Diego, but Emmett also had thing for the classier side. He cleaned up nicely and could play the part of rugged cowboy or suave gentleman well.
She was glad she finally got a chance to wear the new dress she’d bought recently. It was white and flouncy with green-stemmed brown flowers splattered here and there on it and spaghetti straps. The sweetheart neckline gave off a tasteful amount of cleavage and the sage-green sash just under her bust created an empire waist that was flattering.
She wore taupe-colored, open-toed heels with thin straps around the ankle. Her hair was curled and she’d decided that such a special occasion most definitely called for full makeup.
He took her to the hotel afterward and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what was up with that. Once in their room they shared a tender kiss and then he sat down on the edge of the bed. Neither one said anything at first. His light eyes were carnal and suggestive, but Mellie stayed where she was and gave him a playful smile.
His eyes narrowed at her teasing distance, but he was smiling. “Do I have to elaborate my intentions to you, beautiful?”
She laughed and went to him.
“I think we should practice deep throating again,” he said.
She winked at him and knelt to unfasten his slacks. “I bet you do.”
“Call me Sir while we’re in here.”
“Okay, Sir.”
“Did you research that information on BDSM like I told you to?”
“I did, but I already knew it.”
He frowned and stopped her. “You never said you had experience with it.”
“I don’t, but I heard about it before, and I might have looked up some stuff on it years ago.”
“While you were at the abbey?” He tossed her a teasing wink.
She laughed. “Oh god, no. It was before that when I lived in California.”
“Are you forgetting something, sub?”
“Well, I had to get it out first.” She moved his cock to her lips. “Oh, I mean, Sir. It’s going in.”
“You’re adorable.”
The compliment made her giddy. Adorable was an affectionate term and he didn’t strike her as someone who paid endearing compliments to women normally.
“Thank you, Sir.”
She licked and slurped on his erection, remembering to breathe and open her throat for him while he talked her through it. The head of his dick started to go down, but she squealed in panic. He pulled back slowly from her mouth.
“Are you all right?”
She nodded, touched at his concern.
“Your gag reflex is better. It’s mostly fear holding you back. If you like we can pick this up later, or I can have Diego work with you. Deep throating isn’t usually something I require.” Emmett put his dick away and then closed his pants. “It’s enjoyable, but I much prefer to have my cock in your mouth so you have more control over it.”
“You want me to take control, huh?” She grinned at his faux scowl.
“Behave yourself. I only meant I like feeling your tongue all over it and having you do different things with your mouth. Now stand up and strip.”
Melanie stood and then shed her clothes and shoes, feeling sexy and a tiny bit shy that she was undressed and he was still fully clothed. Her pussy gushed with slickness when she saw him undo the tie around his neck. It looked so hedonistic to see him open the topmost buttons of his white shirt and have the undone tie lying draped over his neck and dangling down his chest.
“Can we just forget training tonight and have at each other? I really need you.”
“Hands behind your back,” he snapped.
She flinched at his obvious no and immediately did what he demanded. Her body warmed beneath his sharp scrutiny when he stood in front of her and used his tie to bind her wrists together behind her back. Heat poured from his body and caressed her bare skin.
“You need to be trained for what’s coming,” he told her seriously.
Good heavens, what was coming? His solemn tone made it sound like he had inside information and wanted to prepare her for a zombie apocalypse.
His pitch mellowed to an almost caring hush. “Some other time I’ll make love to you.”
His unofficial promise moved her heart. She started to lean into Emmett to hug him with her face, but he backed her up into the wall before she could snuggle against him. It intrigued her when he pulled out a white stick of some sort with a rounded end that reminded her of a microphone. The other end had a cord attached to it.
“What is that, Sir?”
“It’s a Hitachi wand.” He plugged it in and walked toward her with it. “It’s going to make you feel very good, but you’re not allowed to come until Jake gets here.”
Jake is coming. Oh boy! Wait. I’m not allowed to come? Well, crap.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Spread your legs, gorgeous.”
She smiled and widen
ed her stance. It always made her feel beautiful and desirable when he called her that.
He turned the wand on what was probably the low setting, but the sudden jolt of sensation that went through her snagged her attention right away.
“No talking without permission, but I want to hear your sounds.”
“Yes, Sir.”
No talking she could do, but the no-coming part wasn’t so easy. The toy massaged her labia and vulva with its pleasurable vibrations. Her genitals began to warm and tingle with thrilling urges. The way Emmett looked and how intoxicating he smelled only made it that much harder to stay in control.
“I think your clit is lonely,” he decided with a devilish look in his eyes and a wicked smile.
She shook her head and he grinned.
She definitely wanted the stimulation, but how could she keep from exploding with the toy there?
What the heck was taking Jake so long? McKenna Downs was a small town. He couldn’t have gotten lost or be stuck in traffic.
Sparks ignited on her clitoris when Emmett moved the wand there. Her toes curled and she scrunched her fingers, trying to resist abandon.
The magnificent bastard feathered his fingers over her nipples, encouraging them to bead for him. He tortured her clit with electric energy before reminding her labia and vulva that the toy was there to stay.
Warm honey seeped into her slit as the massaging head of the wand hummed against folds. Moisture tickled the insides of her legs as tears of elation were shed from her cunt. Her face twisted in blissful agony when he sent the magic wand back up to her throbbing gem.
When he turned the speed to high she thought she might die from the powerful sensations. She whimpered and tried to move, but he moved a hand to her throat and lightly held her there. A pleasured moan escaped her. The palpitations traveled all over her clit and pussy. He moved the toy whenever she was close to losing it, but when the pre-orgasmic signs died down, the sexual massage was reinstated.
Emmett looked toward the door and then back at her. “You can come now, Melanie.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
A tormented cry of release sprang from her and became muffled when his palm covered her lips. Being silenced while he inflicted her with hot, delicious rapture was a huge turn-on. She came hard, strangling on a scream that died on his silencing hand.
Wild thrills of ecstasy bounced all through her inner walls when he shut the wand off and unplugged it. He put his arms around her and kissed her forehead.
“You’re a good sub.”
She sighed and leaned into him.
He let Jake in at the door and then untied her wrists.
“Baby, you look so good,” Jake told her.
She melted into his hug, but her arms felt limp with exertion and her knees still shook in the aftermath.
“Somebody came hard.”
She grinned. “I did, Sir.”
Jake waved her off. “You don’t have to call me Sir. I’m not a Dom. Spanking is as crazy as I get. I’d rather just get down to business.”
“If you insist.” Her hands went to his shirt.
“Not so fast, sub. Get on the bed on your knees,” Emmett demanded.
“Yes, Sir.”
Jake groaned and wiggled his eyebrows. “You wanted her to suck my cock while you paddle her, right?”
“Yes. Put a pillow down first for her to lean over,” Emmett instructed as he turned on the TV, probably as background noise to snuff out any sounds she made from the paddling.
Jake tossed the pillow into the center of the bed and then shed his clothes. “So, Mellie honey, please don’t bite my cock off when he starts paddling you, okay?”
She smiled. “I’ll be careful.”
“That’s my girl.” He sat on the bed with his back against the headboard. “Just lean over that pillow so it raises your ass.”
She obeyed and licked her lips when she saw his fleshy hard-on weeping with pre-cum.
“You took spanking well. Now let’s see if paddling makes you run screaming,” Emmett joked.
Mellie smirked and was about to remind him that she’d gone through labor and how women supposedly had a higher pain tolerance than men, but then she recalled that she wasn’t supposed to speak without permission.
She flicked her tongue against Jake’s glans. From the corner of her eye she saw Emmett approaching the bed with a big wooden paddle. Being paddled for the heck of it probably shouldn’t thrill her, but it did. She wasn’t sure if that made her a weirdo or simply kinky and interesting.
Emmett rubbed her buttocks lightly with the smooth wood. “Put his cock in your mouth.”
She opened her mouth and took Jake’s cockhead in. Hopefully she didn’t accidentally start gnawing on the poor guy’s prick while Emmett whomped on her butt. The exciting anticipation made her tense and had her squirming.
A light thud landed against her left cheek. The impact was noticeable, but hardly intolerable. She could do this. A second unremarkable strike occurred, this time on her right butt cheek. A muffled cry was drowned out on Jake’s dick when the flat of the paddle came down on her ass crack with a hard splat.
“You’re okay.” Jake played with her hair. “Just keep sucking on me…and not using your teeth.”
She took in a breath and tried to focus on suckling him.
The paddle struck her again, higher this time. The thudding contact was jarring, but as painful as it was it didn’t drag noises from her that were any louder than smothered cries and broken moans of discomfort. Either her booty was tougher than she’d realized or it was a pain slut that eagerly welcomed the harsh fucking of the paddle against her bottom.
She didn’t take Jake’s cock too far into her mouth for fear of gagging. Rubbing his balls and relishing his fingers coursing through her hair, she waited for the next hard kick of the wood on her butt. Emmett’s hand came instead. He smoothed his manly palm over her warmed-up rump. His touch soothed her sore bottom even as it rubbed the uncomfortable fire deeper into her muscles.
“Are you all right, Melanie?” he asked.
Jake pulled his dick out of her mouth so she could answer. “Yes, Sir. It hurts, but I like it.”
A guttural sound rumbled like sexual thunder in Emmett’s chest. “You’re more perfect for us than you know.”
Her heart smiled. Could their hot, nutty proposition really work? She hoped so. They made her believe despite the disparaging logic her brain tried to use to thwart it.
A faint gasp emerged from her when she felt smooth, masculine lips imprint on her tenderized bottom. Emmett planted several soft kisses all over her raw ass cheeks. She sighed and laid her face against Jake’s hairy thigh. He didn’t demand she fellate him, merely played with her hair and fondled her shoulder like he loved her. She knew he did.
Did Emmett? She told herself he didn’t to keep from getting hurt, but damn her stupid heart. It kept fluttering with tenderness for him and wanting to believe that he really did have feelings for her that extended beyond the physical. True, he wanted to join his brothers in marrying her, but he’d been honest when he told her he wasn’t in love with her yet.
What if he never fell in love with her? Her heart saddened.
Stop it, Melanie. Stay in the moment and don’t be greedy.
Emmett’s lips departed from her bare ass. “I’m going to paddle you some more and then I’m going to fuck you.”
Her libido screamed with delight, but her heart still felt vulnerable. That’s what Emmett did best—fuck women. He probably didn’t even know how to make love.
The wooden paddle thumped her bottom with a jarring slap that said, “I’m back.”
Mellie started to use her mouth to pleasure Jake again. The hard whacks still hurt, but knowing she must take them for Emmett excited her endlessly and made her feel helpless in the best of ways. She savored the sense of subjugation to him and reveled in how submissive she felt taking the pain for him, though she doubted this was subspace as incredible as she
felt. She had a feeling she would recognize headspace when and if she ever experienced it.
Emmett set the paddle aside and then rubbed away the fiery pain that glowed on her battered ass. He smeared some kind of salve on her raw skin that felt cool and refreshing.
“You took that very well, sub.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Jake groaned in frustration. “Damn it. I was about to come.”
Emmett sounded amused as the noise of foil ripping filled Mellie’s ears. “It’s just as well. I want her double penetrated tonight.”
“I want to finish in her mouth this time,” Jake insisted.
“That’s fine.” Emmett moved her and the pillow. “Are you all right, beautiful?”
She smiled. “I am, Sir. Thank you for asking.”
Jake’s dripping cock went back in her mouth, and Emmett sank his protected erection into her soaked vagina. It amazed her how much wetter she’d gotten even after her orgasm from the wand and getting spanked with the paddle.
Mellie’s mind shut everything else out and became trapped completely in the moment with her two men. Jake rested on his knees and thrust in shallow strokes into her mouth. His heady sounds gave her a healthy sense of pride while Emmett pounded into her from behind.
Jake’s cock leeched his salty essence into her mouth as she used her tongue to please him.
Emmett jabbed into her with frantic motions, sounding deeply aroused. His groin smacking against her sore bottom made it hurt again, but being forced to take it impassioned her. The manic battering into her cunt felt invigorating against her G-spot, but this time he didn’t last long enough to set her off. She was just fine with that. An orgasm would have been too much when she was already dying of pleasure.
Oh dear, there were his fingers massaging her clitoris. She shrieked in protest against Jake’s swollen cock.
“You take pain very well,” Emmett murmured into her ear. “You need to learn to take all the pleasure we want to give you, too.”
She moaned at his control over her and pressed into his manipulative fingers. He got her off, grunting when her channel enclosed tighter around his shaft. Sobs of rapture poured from her. The noises of surrender likely reverberated on Jake’s erection given his savage outcry. His cock swelled with his climax and shot his release into her mouth. She swallowed it all down and sucked him clean.
