Special Cowboy Menage Collection

by Morgan Ashbury

  And once she had James’s ring on her finger, she’d get her way and be in control of this casino. Men, she’d long ago discovered, were easily led if you had a firm grasp of their dicks.

  She had a dream, not just to own one casino-hotel, but several. She had the brains and the guts to make that dream a reality. All she needed was the cash. And a little help from someone who had a vested interest in seeing things play out her way.

  Phyllis stepped out of her office and gave her receptionist a wan smile. “I’ve a bit of a headache. I’m just going to my suite for some aspirin, lie down for a bit. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

  “Of course, Ms. Demeter.”

  Phyllis’s suite was in the south tower, the other side of the hotel from the owner’s suite. In only a few minutes she was unlocking her door.

  A quick glance toward the front closet, the presence of a polished pair of shoes told her she was in luck.

  The drapes were still drawn in her bedroom, and the soft sound of snoring emanated from the bed.

  Her smile softened slightly at the sight of the sleeping man. He looked kind of adorable, all sleep rumbled, and hugging her pillow close to his chest. Casual sex wasn’t her style, but damned if something about him hadn’t gotten to her.

  Sighing, she walked over and opened the curtains, flooding the room with sunlight. A low groan followed by a big yawn brought her over to the sleeping man.

  “Hey, baby. You’re dressed. Come on back to bed. I want to get my hands on those luscious tits of yours again.”

  Phyllis felt her arousal flicker to life. She wasn’t certain just why this man could stir her. Few ever had. She didn’t regret bringing him to her bed, but he was only meant for a romp. He wasn’t a keeper. She had another agenda entirely, and so, she knew, did he.

  “There’s no time for me to come back to bed right now, Ed. You need to get up. I’ll order us some coffee. If you still want to get your blonde bimbo of a wife back, I think I may have found a way to make that happen.” Actually, she doubted very much if her plan would help him achieve his goal. But she’d pretend she did, and he’d soon believe it, too.

  Rather than being hurt when Ed’s eyes cleared of passion, she respected his determination and dedication to a chosen goal. That was something she could identify with.

  “Order the coffee. Then come and fill me in as I shower.”

  He’d tossed off the blankets and walked naked to her bathroom. Phyllis did order the coffee, but asked that it be delivered in a half hour. That ought to be plenty of time.

  Smiling, she began to drop her clothes as she walked toward the sound of running water. Maybe she had enough time for a quick lay, after all.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Tabitha wanted to hurry.

  She had two gorgeous men waiting patiently for her and the prospect of a weekend ahead filled with fun and games. The disquiet that had stolen into her thoughts earlier she banished for the duration. She was in the midst of paying off a bet and having the time of her life. Yes, it had been a wanton wager, and maybe another time, another place, she’d have laughed it off and refused to accept such a proposition.

  But she hadn’t, and she could see no reason not to continue on for the time being. She had certainly had more fun in the last few days than she’d experienced in the last few years. That alone was worth whatever coin she’d end up paying in the end.

  She had no doubt there would be a reckoning. There always was, in her experience. Of course, it would be just like her to fall completely in love with those two randy cowboys when they really only had thoughts of temporary fun and games. Talk of ‘playing for keeps’ aside, she was certain that’s all this experience meant to them and all it really could ever be: fun and games.

  Tabitha shook her head and focused on the task at hand. She checked her e-mails, filing away those that required only that, transferring a couple to the appropriate pending case files, and answering one.

  Angie, receptionist not-so-extraordinaire, had left for a dentist’s appointment before she arrived, so Tabitha took a few minutes to write her a memo, reminding her that it was against department regulations to give out cell phone numbers or addresses of employees to anyone except under warrant. She felt her temper rising as she wrote and thought it likely just as well Angie had been absent. Tabitha had no desire to get the young woman in trouble with her supervisor, but neither could she allow the breach in protocol to go unchecked.

  There had been a note from her boss that the lawyers were preparing the contract for the agreement between the Kellers and the BLM. The document would then be couriered to their lawyer. Tabitha figured if the horses were lucky, then sometime in the next six months or so there’d be a new protected and monitored area for them.

  She’d been out of the office for just a couple days, and while she still had vacation time coming to her—she’d been fortunate enough to be able to bring that resource with her when she’d transferred here from Washington—she thought it likely she might return to work on Monday. So she sent an e-mail to her boss, advising him of same.

  Just as she was closing out her computer she decided to check the phone message centre. There was one, so pen in hand, paper at the ready, Tabitha began to write as the caller spoke.

  “Ms. Lambert, this is Deputy Sheriff Derek Hamilton with the Humboldt County Sheriff’s Department. It’s Friday, nine a.m. We met at the Keller Ranch last Wednesday. I have a matter of some delicacy that I need to discuss with you, in regard to the operations taking place on or around the Keller Ranch. If you could give me a call at your convenience, I’d like to arrange an appointment between us. I’d really rather not discuss this matter over the telephone, and would be grateful if you would keep this call confidential, as this does involve an ongoing police investigation. Here’s my number, please call me.”

  Tabitha had stopped writing, and nearly missed catching the number. When the call clicked off, she left it in memory and put the receiver back on the switch hook.

  I wonder what that’s all about? Well, she supposed she wouldn’t find out until she called. The Deputy hadn’t said the matter was urgent, so her response could likely wait until she was officially back at work. There might be something he’d discovered about whatever had him looking around the other day that prompted him to notify the BLM. She had asked him to do so if he’d discovered any activity involving the horses. Tabitha recorded his telephone number on her cell phone, and decided that if she had time on the weekend—and while she was in Humboldt County—she’d give him a call.

  That earlier sense of uneasiness threatened to return. Tabitha forced the unpleasant sensation away. It was time to get back to the fun and games.

  * * * *

  “Where’s Mary?”

  James smiled as he stepped up to Tabitha and ran his hand down her back. “Visiting her family in Hawthorne for the weekend.”

  “It’s just the three of us in the house, darlin’, and no one from the bunkhouse will be knocking on the door. Just you, me, and James.” Jonathan said that slowly. James smiled at his brother.

  “I see.” She took a few steps toward the staircase then turned. A teasing light entered her eyes, and he was glad to see it. During the two plus hour drive from Carson City to home, she’d seemed distracted

  “If you think I’m going to cook for you two this whole weekend, you have another think coming.”

  “Sweetheart, we would never dream of asking you to waste your energy cooking.” Jonathan’s avowal sounded sincere.

  “Good. Just so long as we’ve got that straight.”

  “Tabitha.”

  James took one step toward her, knowing his use of her full name had caught her attention. “Time for you to make another choice. Time to…expand your horizons. Go into the kitchen now, and we’ll follow you, make some coffee, chat for a bit, and make gentle love with you. Go up the stairs now,” good God just thinking about what he wanted to happen next was getting him hard. “Go up the stairs now, and y
ou’ll be choosing another kind of sex entirely. You will be choosing to submit, and we’ll get to use probably most of the things I have in this shopping bag. Your choice.”

  “You’re always throwing the ball in my court,” she groused, and damned if that wasn’t one of the cutest little pouts he’d ever seen.

  “Well, then, you’ll be pleased to know that once you walk up those stairs—if you walk up those stairs—that will be the last decision you will be required to make for the rest of the day. Oh, and Tabitha? Your safe word is ‘wager.’”

  For a long moment, she simply stood there, looking at him, and at Jonathan. Had he played his hand too harshly? Her face revealed nothing of her feelings, which only heightened the sense of anticipation that filled him.

  She dropped her gaze to the floor. And then she slowly turned around and climbed the stairs.

  He cast a glance at his brother. He could tell with that one look that Jonathan was as excited as he was. Jonathan smiled and motioned him up the stairs, letting him know that he was fine if James called the shots.

  She stood in the center of the bedroom, waiting. Jonathan relieved him of the bag, opened it and began setting some items out on the bed.

  James took a few steps until he was standing right in front of Tabitha.

  “Now here are the rules, and there are only three. You speak only when told to, you submit completely, and you obey instantly. Do you understand? And Tabby-cat, there are only two acceptable answers to that question: ‘yes, master,’ or your safe word. The former leads us to the next step. The latter ends this game here and now.”

  Her eyes flashed just a brief bit of rebellion—likely in response to his tone to her—and then she lowered her lashes demurely.

  “Yes, master.”

  “Good. Strip. Take each garment off one at a time, fold it, and put it on the chair behind you. Do it now, and do it quickly.”

  He would never get tired of seeing her luscious body. Her breasts, just the perfect weight to fit in his hand, looked creamy and smooth, her nipples a rosy pink. Her waist was sweetly indented, her hips lushly curved. And the sight of her bare pussy coaxed his cock into getting harder.

  When she stood naked before him once more, he resisted the urge to simply take. He wanted them all to get hot before they took her.

  “Go to the bed. Retrieve your collar, and take it to Jonathan and beg him to put it on you. Oh, and his name is ‘master,’ too.”

  James loved the air of defiance, evident in the flounce in her step, as she nonetheless did as she was told. When she was back in front of him again, new collar gleaming in the lights from the bedroom, he flashed a grin that told her that he knew exactly that he’d ticked her off. And he sighed in relief at the little smirk taking hold of the corner of her mouth.

  “Now, go and get the ankle cuffs and bring them here to me. And this time, little slave, put a bit more enthusiasm into your plea to have them put on you.”

  She sent him a sly little look that made him want to laugh out loud, but she brought him the restraints.

  “Oh, please master, please shackle me.”

  All right, that was a bit much. The little vixen was very neatly turning this game around so that she was the one in charge. He had the perfect cure for that.

  Squatting down, he placed the fur lined cuffs around her ankles. Connected by a chain that was perhaps a foot long, she’d be able to walk if she took very tiny steps. He ran a finger over the top of the cuff, caressing her leg, distracting her.

  Then he leaned forward and placed his mouth on her pussy.

  Her skin was soft and silky smooth against his mouth, her flavor rich and spicy. He sensed his brother approach.

  “Hold still and hush,” Jonathan warned her when she tried to tilt her hips, when she gave a little mew of pleasure.

  He tasted her essence, lapped her juices as they began to trickle, and knew he aroused her. Hell, he was arousing himself, and the urge to drag her to the floor, to take her hot and fast and deep, was nearly overwhelming. Swirling his tongue over her he stabbed deep, thrusting in and out until he felt her begin to tremble. Her clit was now poking at him, so he sucked it into his mouth, then released it.

  Abruptly he stood. Nodding at the glazed look in her eyes, at the way her breathing was rapid and shallow, he licked his lips to entice her even more.

  “Jonathan, why don’t you get those hand cuffs?”

  “In front, or behind?”

  “Behind.”

  He waited until his brother stepped back again. He stepped over to the bed himself and grabbed a single pillow.

  Tossing it on the floor before her, he said, “You see how considerate I am of you, slave? I would never ask you to kneel on the hard floor.” He reached down, opened his pants. His cock was already hard. He was going to test his own control to the limit.

  “I know we’ve only been together for a few days, but I’ve noticed a slight inequity here. I’ve watched that sweet little mouth of yours devouring Jonathan’s cock, but I’ve yet to feel your lips on mine. Why don’t you take care of that little oversight right now?”

  The sensation of her mouth on his cock was amazing. The little vixen knew what she was doing too, as she moved her head up and down the length of his shaft, as she swirled her tongue along it and sucked maybe just a little too well.

  “Stop.” He fought his smile when a slight groan told him she didn’t particularly want to stop. But she did, and relaxed back, still on her knees.

  When she looked up at him a shaft of pure arousal whipped through him. She wore his collar, his chains, and awaited his command in a position of submissiveness. Latent Dom qualities, indeed. He’d have to maintain a tight control on his own impulses. There was an entire realm out there that at this moment appealed to him more than he’d previously believed.

  “Get up, Tabitha. It’s time you wore something else we bought for you, time we started getting that sweet little ass of yours ready to take cock.”

  * * * *

  What had started out as more fun and games became so arousing Tabitha didn’t know how much she could take. Oh, she’d pushed James’ ‘master’ persona, and seen his appreciation of her maneuvering. And then he’d started to eat her and from that moment on she was so hot it amazed her she didn’t combust.

  She was on the bed, bent over, pillows under her middle, and one pillow under her head. She still wore the chains, still had on the collar.

  They weren’t speaking to each other as they prepared, but she had no doubt her lovers were communicating.

  Sounds told her some but not all of what was happening around her. The drapes had been closed, candles lit. She heard belt buckles clanging and the unmistakable sound of clothing coming off.

  Plastic tore, and latex glided.

  The bed dipped as James knelt behind her, between her legs. When they’d placed her on the bed they’d spread her as wide as the chain between her ankles would allow.

  “Here, now,” James whispered. Cold and wet, the creamy substance brushed against her anus, making her shiver. Then his finger, hot, bold, spread the lubricant up and down, turning the lube warm, oily. He added more but the chill was gone, and only the exciting thrill of his stroking remained.

  He brought his finger to the circle of her anus and pushed. She couldn’t hold back the groan as the twin sensations of burn and arousal kicked her heart into gear. In and out he worked that finger. He’d taken up a circular motion, increased the pressure he used. Tabitha felt the moisture gather between her legs, and whimpered as her arousal climbed.

  “More now.” More? She didn’t know if she could take more without coming. Though he hadn’t forbidden it, she wanted to wait, to hang on until she had his cock in her body.

  The more he spoke of was a second finger added to the first. The burn was incredible, but she was so horny it actually felt good.

  “Look at that pretty ass open for us,” Jonathan whispered.

  Knowing that he stood so close, that he watc
hed everything his brother did to her added another layer of heat. Her vaginal tunnel began to convulse, looking for something to hang onto and squeeze into orgasm.

  He’d been working his fingers in and out of her slowly for more than a few minutes. Then he pulled them out, and she felt him moving.

  Something large and round pressed against her anal opening. She felt herself spread to admit it, felt the burning stretch, the growing tightness as it slid deeper inside her than his fingers had been.

  Then his latex covered cock stroked her labia, making her lower lips weep and shiver. He slid into her, a slow penetrating invasion.

  “Oh, God,” the words escaped, uncontrollable. Never had she felt so full, so hot.

  “Can you take it?”

  “Yes.”

  She’d forgotten to say ‘master’ and she still wore the chains. She expected him to say something about the lack. What he said was, “Hold on.”

  She had nothing to hold on to as he began to pound into her. His cock, hard, hot, stroked in and out of her pussy, caressing her tunnel, her clit, her g-spot. The thrust of his hips moved the butt plug forward in tiny little thrusts, and the sensation was like an extra jolt of electricity to her woman-flesh.

  She’d tested his control earlier, but now she knew it had snapped. With each rapid plunge into her he made little sounds, as if his passion had escaped and he was racing to catch up. He bent forward, tenting her, and she felt his fingers brush her clit.

  Tabitha screamed with the force of her orgasm, every point inside her vibrating with rapture, more erotic, more exotic than anything she’d ever experienced. Wave after wave battered her until she could barely breathe, barely think. She felt James’s cock convulse inside her, heard his shout, and knew he’d come nearly as hard as she had.

  Gasping for air, she felt him withdraw, move aside.

  Another hand stroked her bottom. “I can’t wait. Watching you two has me too triggered. Tell me to stop, darlin’, if you can’t take more.”