by Jenny Penn
Alex would never have believed that he’d think of those two things as dangerous traits for a woman to have. Right then, though, he wished Heather was a little more modest. Konor, too.
Glancing back over his shoulder, Alex scowled as he watched his best friend flex and arch as Heather rode him. Kneeling over him with the long folds of her skirt hiding just how she was taking Konor, she had her eyes closed and her head tipped back, her hair falling down in a sexy cascade that highlighted the plush curves of her ass as they bounced up and down beneath the heavy cotton of her skirt.
There was no disguising that motion or the moans falling from her perfectly pouting lips as Konor continued to feast upon the glistening pebbled tips of her breasts. Those glorious mounds were lifted high in the air, flushed and bouncing with every rotation of her hips, but Konor held her steady with his hands clenched around her waist, keeping her from picking up speed.
That was Heather’s chief complaint. She demanded it harder, faster, deeper with every breath she took, seemingly completely unaware of her audience. Then again, maybe she was.
Alex hadn’t failed to notice how hot and wild she’d grown after the light in the truck had been clicked on. As far as he normally found a sexy exhibitionist, he didn’t really care for the idea that every man in town had seen his future wife naked. After all, he was the sheriff, and the community would expect his wife to be proper, even a little virtuous, and definitely respectable.
Right then, Heather didn’t look any of those things. Heaving a sigh, Alex turned to head up the steps as he silently vowed to have a talk with her later about what would be expected of her when in public. He didn’t figure that would go well, but given the way things were going, he suspected that if he ended up snapping and paddling that ass she would love every second of it.
That’s just what he’d do if she irritated him enough, and if she really pissed them off, he’d make that a public spanking. Then they’d see how much she appreciated having an audience, because right after he was done paddling that ass he planned on riding it, rough and hard, because that’s apparently how she liked it. That was sexy.
Wife or not.
“Good evening, sir.” The butler bowed his head in a reserved gesture of respect as Alex came to a stop in front of him.
“Evening,” Alex responded instinctively before cutting straight to the point. “I believe GD reserved a cube for me for the week.”
“Of course, sir. He selected one on the main path, number six,” the butler informed him without even bothering to check any records. “It’s been prepared according to your request, sir.”
The older man didn’t bother to ask just how Alex wanted it prepared. He didn’t need to. The butlers at the club were well known for being able to recognize most members, particularly local ones.
“Restraints.” The butler turned Alex’s attention as he held out a bag heavy with additional items. “Collar. Blindfold. Is there anything else you will be requiring, sir?”
Alex glanced into the bag, his gaze catching on the collar. It was a plain strip of dyed ribbon, the satiny blue hue would ensure that all the other men knew Heather was a claimed woman. Claimed but not owned, or she would be wearing a more personalized collar.
First, he would have to buy one for her to wear. He’d have to design one before that. Design was not something he was known for. Konor, on the other hand, had an eye for things that looked good. Not that he came by it naturally.
No, he’d actually studied fashion back in high school just to con women into thinking he was sweet and innocent, one of the good guys who would bring them roses and whisper sweet nothings in their ear. Konor would do all those things, too, playing along with their delusions until he had lured them into his bed. It wasn’t but five minutes after he got them there, though, that his true colors would shine through.
That’s when he got rough and demanding, tormenting and teasing a woman until she was sobbing with the need to calm. From the sound of it, Heather was mere seconds from that state. Already her words had dissolved into a ceaseless stream of cries that rang with both pleasure and agony.
It was a sound that would make any man hard in an instant. Worse, it made it hard to think.
“Sir?” The butler pressed, drawing Alex’s attention back to him and his question. “Can I assist you with anything else tonight?”
“A gag would be nice.”
That had the normally impassive butler’s lips quivering slightly. He managed to control the motion as he pulled himself even straighter and gave Alex a curt nod.
“Of course, sir. Do you have a preference for type?”
Alex honestly didn’t, but given the situation, there was probably only one that would truly work. “Ball.”
“Very good, sir. If you will give me just a moment.”
The butler turned to hurry off to the small little pantry hidden off to the side of the main doors. While the term pantry might have evoked images of food and dinnerware, this one was stocked full of different kind of party favors. It only took a matter of seconds and the man was returning with a leather strap that had a hard plastic oblong ball dangling in the middle.
It would fit perfectly into Heather’s mouth.
Now the only question was whether to bind her, blind her, or gag her first. Alex considered the matter for a moment but figured it didn’t really matter. Whatever he did, he was pretty certain Heather’s response would be the same. She was going to go nuts. The question was crazy nuts or rampaging nuts?
Either way, Alex had to figure she couldn’t hit or kick, much less bite, what she couldn’t see. He came to that logical conclusion along with the decision to start with the blindfold when he turned around and found her eyes closed anyway. Not that she probably would have taken note of a bomb going off right then.
Lost in the moment, Heather had given over all control to Konor, allowing him to guide her motion with the hands gripping her hips. Slumped down in his seat with his head resting on the leather edge of the headrest, Konor watched Heather through the slit in his nearly closed eyes. He looked damn near half asleep, but it was all an act.
That fact became clear as he glanced up as Alex approached the side of the truck. The look in his gaze was clear and knowing, a faint hint of a smile already beginning to pull at his lips. That’s when Alex realized that Konor wasn’t distracted—he was distracting.
Heather in particular.
Picking up speed, Konor began to flex his hips fast enough to wind Heather’s cries into screams. She clutched at him, too lost in the moment to realize the danger closing in on her. She didn’t even take any notice when Konor pulled her fingers from his shoulders and transferred both her wrists to only one fist.
His other hand disappeared beneath the folds of her skirts and, a second later, Heather was squealing, almost giggling, but certainly not objecting as Alex fit the blindfold around her head and tied its straps tight to hold it in place. Neither did she pay much mind when he bound her wrists together, but the gag—that she objected to almost instantly.
In the blink of an eye, she went from a Venus enthralled with her lover to an untamed and unbroken vixen who had found herself suddenly trapped by men who had no intention of letting her run wild. That didn’t stop her from trying.
She reared and bucked but couldn’t break Konor’s grip. He held her down and against him, grunting with every motion she made. Alex knew his friend was suffering, but he had nobody else to blame but himself for his current predicament. After all, he could have just let Alex have her.
Konor hadn’t, and now Alex was going to have his revenge for that bit of selfishness. Drawing out his motions, he took his sweet time wrapping the collar the butler had given him around Heather’s neck. Just as he suspected, she didn’t take too kindly to being leashed, which was just what she was after Alex attached the collar’s long tail to the binds at her wrist.
The two restraints work together so that if Heather tried to lift her arms, it would create enoug
h tension on the collar to tighten around her neck, not that Heather seemed to care. Like a wildcat gone crazy, she snarled and growled, wrenching her body from side to side as she fought Alex every second of the way. She wasn’t the only one grunting like a feral animal.
“Okay, that’s enough of that,” Alex declared as he knocked Konor’s hands out of the way.
Scooping Heather right off his lap, he left Konor’s dick weeping and wilting in the cool breeze flowing out of the air-conditioning vents. Konor sat there for a minute, sweating, and quivering. Alex would have sworn to God the man was even whimpering ever so slightly.
Normally that would have been a sight worth a few sarcastic comments, and, no doubt, somebody would make them eventually, given the size of the crowd Konor and Heather had drawn. It wouldn’t be Alex, though. While, he might not have been willing to admit it out loud, he couldn’t help but sympathize with Konor’s condition.
He felt like whimpering a little himself right then, but not because of anything Heather was doing. It was more like what she wasn’t doing. She’d gone dangerously still, which could only mean one thing. She was plotting.
Plotting, planning, scheming—none of it could lead to any good, especially not when Alex suspected he was next on her list. Too bad for Heather, she was at the top of his. He had his own plans.
“Come on, sweetness.” Alex patted Heather on the ass as he swung her up over his shoulder. “Now that I got you how I want you, it’s time to put you where I want you, because I certainly don’t plan to spend the whole night fucking in the truck like some sixteen-year-old.”
That was the God’s honest truth. There wasn’t enough room even in the most extended cab to do things right. There was in the cube. More importantly, there were all sorts of toys, props, and even some bigger pieces of equipment. Just the thought of all the things he could and would do to her had Alex grinning with a satisfaction that sounded in his tone.
“If we’re going to do this, were going to do it right. That starts with you getting tied down to the sex chair.”
There, let her stew over that one, Alex snickered to himself. He knew that’s just what she was doing, too. He could feel it in the tension building in her muscles. No doubt, Heather was wondering just what he had meant by that.
She’d find out soon enough.
No plot, plan, or scheme could save her now.
* * * *
Heather knew when to fight and when it was pointless. It was one of the many mommy lessons she’d learned over the years. While she’d never thought to use them in a situation such as this, they still seemed appropriate.
Know when to fight, know when it’s pointless, and know when to cater to a man’s ego. Alex and Konor’s needed to be stroked a little. So, she let them play the role of the conquering savages, even though they all knew she’d already won.
She’d gotten hers, more than once. Konor couldn’t say the same, and Alex couldn’t say anything at all. That probably explained his need to cart her around like a sack of feed. Heather let him, curious to see just what he planned next because, so far, she wasn’t that pressed.
Binds and blindfolds were standard issue when it came to sex with any Cattlemen, and she’d been having sex with one for years now. Heather would admit, though, that the choke collar was new.
New, and not entirely appreciated.
Neither was the gag. In fact, Heather hated it most of all. Not that she cared about not being able to speak. She actually thought she was doing pretty good at expressing herself, but the damn thing didn’t taste good and the straps bit into her cheeks. That was a minor discomfort, though, compared to the thrill of being carted around half naked.
Actually, she’d been expecting to be led around completely naked. That had been the fantasy, which was just why she’d been using a self-tanner over the past two days. Now Heather felt confident that she had a perfect golden glow and no lines. She’d have walked through the club ass naked without complaint, if Alex had only asked.
Of course, he didn’t want to ask. He wanted to carry her around like some barbarian, which was mildly exciting. More exhilarating was the sound of a door being opened and the sudden rush of cold air that blew over her. It carried with it the sounds and smells of a party rolling on at full blast, sending a wicked shiver of nerves racing up her spine.
Heather’s imagination gave life to the chaos she could hear her erupting all around her. Against the backdrop of music and the crack of billiard balls, she could hear the lower, huskier moans and groans fueling the sweaty slap of flesh, along with the greedy slurping of kisses gone wild.
Every few seconds, a squeal or shriek went up like a firework erupting over the crowd. It was the sound of a woman either having a lot of fun or not much fun at all. Heather suspected it was the former, and so did her cunt as it clenched in a wanton need that quickly grew into a demanding one.
Her whole body bloomed with the sudden desperation to be stroked, licked, and stuffed full of cock. That need was nearly overwhelming and she blamed it all on Konor. It was all his fault. Alex’s, too. They’d awakened something deep inside of her, something that had morphed into a permanent, insatiable hunger.
That probably should have scared her, but it didn’t. Instead Heather smiled around the detested gag. This was going to be fun. No doubt about it. It was also, apparently, going to be outside. She came to that conclusion as she sensed another door being opened.
This time, though, it unleashed a much more humid gasp of air that trapped her in a weighty bubble that thickened almost instantly with the scent of her own arousal. The spicy scent only added to the atmosphere, seeming the perfect perfume for the sloppy, suckling noises that filled the air. Somebody was enjoying a meaty meal. Heather just wished she could have seen how meaty and how much they were loving their meal.
Hopefully, she would get made into one—a sandwich.
That was a dream and she never had dared to believe would come true. Even better she was going to get her dream men—Alex and Konor—to make the fantasy into reality. Of course, they planned to torment her first. She couldn’t wait.
Or, at least, she didn’t want to.
Heather didn’t expect that she would have to, either. All she had to do was rile Alex up enough. After watching her and Konor go at it and getting no satisfaction of his own, he had to be ready to snap.
Konor would be harder to overwhelm. Not only had he already gotten one release, he was also a planner. Planners were hard to deter, and Heather should know. She was one.
Hell, it wouldn’t surprise her if Konor had notes.
That thought occurred to her at the same time she realized she should have made some. Made them, and borrowed a trick from Rachel, and made a list of positions to try and left them out in the open for her men to find. One could only imagine how Konor would react to the kind of things she could come up with. She was definitely going to have to give that a try one day.
It didn’t dawn on Heather that she’d begun to think in terms of “one day.” If she had, she probably would have freaked out right then and there. She was too lost, though, in the pleasure of the moment to allow any fear or worry to catch hold. All she cared about was what they had planned next as Alex finally came to a stop.
Chapter 32
“Okay, sweetness, it’s time to prove you’re good at doing something with those legs other than spreading them,” Alex sang out in a cheery tone that stood in stark contrast to the rude crudeness of his comment.
Heather wasn’t offended, though.
Just the opposite.
She couldn’t disguise the shiver of delight that rippled down her body as Alex lowered her back onto her feet, allowing her to slide down his long, hard body. He kept one arm looped around her waist, holding her close enough that her nipples flattened against the soft, warm cotton stretched tight across the hard planes of his chest.
A delicious thrill shot through her as she tried to wiggle free in a poorly-disguised attempt to actually gr
ind herself against him. The anticipation thickening in her blood deepened as Konor stepped up behind her to loop another arm around her waist, tucking her tightly between them in the very sandwich Heather had been dreaming of moments ago.
“How you feeling, sweetness? Feeling a little sore?” Konor murmured, his words filled with a deep satisfaction as they breathed across her neck.
He palmed the curve of her ass, massaging the rounded cheek and leaving her in no doubt of what he was really asking. Heather had an answer, one she might get around to giving him once she caught her breath. That didn’t appear like it would happen any time soon.
Despite her every intention of putting up a fight, Heather found herself caught in the gossamer web of longing that both men were weaving around her. Her plans were quickly forgotten as Konor teased her with a slow series of suckling kisses that traced the smooth arch of her neck as Heather’s head dipped to the side.
Not to be outdone, Alex settled his lips over her shoulder and began nibbling his way down across the slope of her breast. Konor beat him there, his hands lifting to cup her aching mounds in his strong grip as fingers trapped her puckered nipples between the rough callused tips.
A whimper of need rose up all the way from her cunt to whine across her lips, in a desperate cry that the gag barely managed to muzzle. The sound drew a husky rumble of laughter that rolled out of Konor’s chest as he nipped at her ears. Soothing the small bite with the velvety curl of his tongue, he traced the sensitive arch as he teased her with suggestions no doubt meant to thrill and horrified.
“I know your secret, sweetness,” Konor warned her, a soft menace lingering in his whisper. “I know how hot that little cunt of yours is right now, how it melts at just the idea of all those men eyeing those gorgeous tits, or don’t you think I didn’t notice you glancing at them while you were riding me? Don’t you think I noticed how your ass clenched and contracted? You like to be watched.”
