Her Heart-Stealing Cowboys [Hellfire Ranch 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Jennifer August

  “Oh.”

  He could see her soft exclamation was really a cover for increased excitement. Her nipples tightened even further and the dark blue vein snaking down her chest throbbed.

  “For now, you can call us Tag and Wade.” Later, if there was a later, he’d explain about the seriousness of labels and the commitment that went with them. It irritated the shit out of him when casual players demanded to be called Master without any sort of meaning behind the word. Collaring went the same way. It was not something to take lightly. He didn’t. He had never found a woman he felt the need to collar.

  He studied Rebecca’s fragile neck. Maybe that was about to change.

  Wade lifted his hand. “Do you have a preference?”

  “No. Whatever makes you happy.”

  “Good.” Tag grabbed her arm and tugged her to the chair. He sat down and splayed his thighs. A pillow plopped on the hardwood floor on his right side. He and Rebecca both glanced questioningly at Wade. He was stroking his hard dick and staring at her tits.

  “The floor is hard. I’m gonna be down there a while, so I want to be comfy.”

  Tag nodded then patted his legs. “Face down, ass up.”

  Rebecca licked her lips and scooted to his left side then bent over until she had to grip his leg for support.

  He hissed at the immediate heat generated by her touch.

  “Down,” he said. “I want your tits flat against my right thigh and your pussy on my left.”

  “All right.” She laughed a little as she plopped inelegantly into position. “It’s not as easy as it looks in the videos.”

  Wade settled himself on the pillow and stuck his feet under the chair. Tag felt Rebecca’s body quiver. He looked down and saw his friend’s straining cock only inches away from her face. She had her palms planted on the floor for extra stability but he had no doubt she wanted to reach out and stroke that dick.

  Too bad.

  Tag eased her hair out of the way so he could see her face then gripped her waist. He smoothed the gentle curve of her ass and she jerked then went absolutely still.

  Her soft, warm skin pleased him. But he wanted it hotter. He wanted her ass so hot she had trouble sitting for a week.

  “Do you know why you’re here?” he asked as he started a light patting rhythm. Nothing too hard or heavy but enough to let her know his hand was there.

  “Uh, no?”

  He slapped her hard then resumed his patting. She gasped and wiggled. He bit back a curse as her side slid along his aching dick.

  “You are reckless, stubborn, and don’t answer your texts.” He brought his palm down on her ass with each word. The blows grew harder as he talked. He alternated between her cheeks and up and down so she wouldn’t be able to anticipate.

  Rebecca flailed on his lap. Her tits smashed into his thigh. He knew his hair-covered leg must be prickling her nipples. He suspected by the time they got to binding her breasts they’d be way past sensitive. He dropped back to light pats and her spine relaxed.

  Wade lifted his hips and cupped her head. “Suck me.”

  She pulled back. “I don’t want to bite you.”

  “Then don’t,” he said.

  Rebecca looked back and up at him, but Tag lifted a brow. “I suggest you watch your teeth.”

  She swallowed then slowly lowered her mouth over Wade’s erection.

  As soon as he heard them both groan, Tag let loose a volley on her ass that rang sweetly in the room. The slap of hard flesh on soft turned him on. He stopped for a moment to watch the delightful jiggle of her ass trying to catch up with his blows.

  Her moans grew more intense. Wade’s head had dropped and his eyes were half-closed as he enjoyed her ministrations.

  Sucking his cock must have excited her because Bex’s hips jerked up and down on his knee as if she were trying to make herself come.

  Tag resumed his spanking. “You do not have permission to come.”

  Her moaning stopped and she issued a disgruntled sigh around Wade’s dick.

  Tag shifted in the chair and pushed her thighs open. Her mouth popped off Wade’s cock as she gasped and sought to retain her perch.

  “Relax, I’ve got you. Get your mouth back on his dick and don’t pull it off again.”

  “Sorry,” she murmured then swooped back to service Wade.

  Tag trailed his fingers along her inner thighs. She was wet and it sure as hell wasn’t from her shower. He licked the moisture from his fingertip to confirm.

  “Mmm, sweet. You weren’t kidding about liking to be spanked. Your pussy is so wet you’re gleaming in the light.”

  Her hips wiggled.

  Tag dragged his forefinger down her sopping slit and found her clit. He rubbed lightly in a quick motion.

  “Ah, damn,” Wade said with a gasp. His hips lurched upward.

  Rebecca gagged loudly but didn’t let go.

  Wade groaned even more. “Fuck, she’s got me in her throat.” His words were barely audible and filled with breathless gasps. “Jesus.”

  Tag slid his finger back down and plunged into her hole. He finger fucked her slowly even as he slapped her ass again.

  She gyrated and jiggled all over his lap and for a moment he thought he might drop her.

  Tag pulled his finger out and clamped his hand over her waist then started to lay into her ass. Already her beautiful white skin showed splotches of red that took longer and longer to fade.

  Tag wanted to see his handprint etched in her delicate skin. He wanted to see his mark on her, however temporarily. He needed to mark her as his.

  The faster and harder he brought his hand down, the more her head bobbed on Wade’s dick.

  “Don’t stop spanking the bitch’s ass, Tag,” Wade gasped out. “She’s gonna make me come right down her throat.” He palmed her head and shoved downward as his hips thrust up.

  Tag redoubled his blows, concentrating on the sweet curve of her bottom cheeks.

  The slapping turned wet as she thrashed on him and his hand dipped into her moisture.

  His palm stung and he could only imagine how her butt must burn but he didn’t let up. He alternated between watching the sway of her reddening ass cheeks to the stark need and building orgasm on Wade’s face.

  Finally his friend threw back his head and howled. Rebecca gurgled and choked. Cum dribbled from the corners of her mouth. Tears leaked from her eyes.

  Tag shoved two fingers in her pussy and spanked her hard through Wade’s entire orgasm.

  Her muscles clamped down on him and she stiffened. Her hips thrust back and forth like a pogo stick gone amuck.

  His cock left her mouth with a slight pop. Wade slumped to the floor.

  “Please, may I come?” she begged. “Please?”

  Her hips still moved upward to meet his fingers and his blows. Tag’s dick ached from being so hard. All he wanted was to plow into her welcoming wetness but he held back.

  He spread her legs a bit more and started slapping the insides of her thighs, her wet pussy lips, and the inner part her ass. She bucked and groaned and continued to beg for release.

  “Tag, please, God, let me come!”

  “Yes,” he hissed and plunged three fingers into her pussy. “Come, Bex, come hard.”

  Her fingernails gouged his calf as she squealed and bucked and came. She started to roll off his lap during one particularly strong bout and he caught her just in the nick of time. Her watery chuckle was interrupted by another long groan then she fell limp on his thighs.

  Tag stroked her sweat-damp back and neck. He drove his fingers into her hair and massaged the base then swept down her spine to caress her ass.

  She grimaced up at him. “Damn that burns.”

  He nodded. “Good.”

  “Ah, that was a good blow job, Bex. Holy shit I can’t remember the last time I came so hard.”

  “Last night when we fucked her the first time, wasn’t it?” Tag said.

  Wade grinned. “Yeah, that’s right.”
His smile faded as he looked at Rebecca who still quivered. “You have three minutes to rest up, young lady, then it’s my turn.”

  She jerked up so quickly she slid down Tag’s lap and he didn’t have a chance to catch her. She thumped to the hardwood floor on her side and elbow.

  “Ow.” She sat up and rubbed her skin while she glared at Wade. “My ass hurts blissfully enough. No need for another round.”

  Wade was normally a very easygoing and affable kind of guy. At her remark, his face grew as hard as the boulders he liked to climb. “That wasn’t a request. You don’t call the shots here, remember? And if I have to beat common sense into you about your Internet follies, then I will. Your ass will be on fire and black and blue until you learn how to safeguard yourself.”

  She gulped audibly and stared at Tag beseechingly.

  He lifted his palms and shook his head. “Nope, don’t look at me. He’s totally right.”

  She scrambled to her feet and cupped her butt. Her wince made him smile.

  “Damn, my ass is hot.”

  “Yeah, it is pretty sweet,” Tag agreed.

  She rolled her eyes.

  “Two minutes,” Wade intoned.

  Tag stood. “I’m going to get the next part ready.”

  “What is the next part?” she asked.

  Wade took his seat in the chair and spread his legs. “Get over here and clean me up.” He shook his head. “You need to learn not to waste cum, too.”

  Rebecca lifted a finger to the corner of her mouth. “Yeah, I hate that.”

  Her agreement shocked Tag and he exerted every ounce of control he had not to toss her pink and red ass to the bed and fuck the hell out of her right then. Her generous spirit attracted him even more. She was honest and passionate about her desires and he really liked that. He’d known plenty of women who went through the motions to keep him happy by doing what they thought he wanted. None of those relationships lasted very long.

  “One minute,” Wade said. “I’m sticky, sweetheart. What are you gonna do about it?”

  She sank down in front of him. As soon as her heels hit her sore butt she yelped and bounced back up.

  Tag laughed and she tossed him an insouciant glare.

  He opened the closet door and reached for the intricately carved wooden box in which he stored his toys. “Careful there, Bex. Looks like that can get you in even more trouble.” He cocked a brow at her fleeting smile. “Careful what buttons you push. You may not like the consequences.” He pulled out four lengths of blue silk rope and tossed them to the bed.

  Her eyes grew round and curious but Wade called her name and drew her attention away.

  Tag kept half an eye on them as he sorted through the rest of the items in the box. He picked up a violet wand and considered it.

  Perhaps another day, but soon.

  He wondered how she would react to the zing of the electrical toy. Would she jump and say it tickled or would she relish the slight pop of pain and ask for more?

  With a regretful sigh, he stuck it back in the box and pulled out two crops. Those joined the ropes on the bed. He replaced the box and turned just in time to see Wade bend Rebecca over his lap.

  “This isn’t going to be for pleasure, Rebecca. This is a lesson.” Wade was using his teacher’s voice on her.

  Rebecca twisted her head and half raised her torso. “That’s not fair. I was doing it before I met you two.”

  Wade cupped her butt and his face held a contemplative expression. He looked at Tag mournfully. “Crap. She’s got a point.”

  He nodded as he sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his cock back to hardness. “She does but I think perhaps a little spanking is in order.” He winked at Rebecca who shifted her stare at him.

  “Why?” she demanded.

  “Why not?” he replied smoothly. “We don’t need a reason.”

  Wade grinned and lifted his hand then brought it down on her splotchy butt with a resounding smack.

  She obviously wasn’t prepared because she yowled and lurched. “Ow!”

  Wade gave her five or six more swats that soon had her wriggling on his lap despite the muttered protests. His technique was less flat palm and more stroke and lift. While Tag enjoyed the shudder and jiggle of flesh beneath his hand, Wade liked to stroke in unexpected places. His hand moved around the perimeter of her butt, from hip to hip, slapping, stroking, and smacking without any sort of rhythm.

  “Wade, damn it,” Rebecca groaned.

  “Such language.” With one big palm, he spread her cheeks and lightly slapped directly on her asshole.

  Rebecca stiffened like a two-by-four. Her head snapped up and her mouth was a welcoming “O” of surprise. Her nostrils flared and she gripped Wade’s thigh with a talon-like grip.

  “Oh, my God. Oh, my God.” She turned her head very slowly.

  Wade’s expression was both wary and determined. Tag squeezed the base of his cock and slid his hand slowly upward with as tight a grip as he could stand. He flicked the head then pulled downward.

  “Yes?” Wade asked her.

  “Would you do that again?”

  Tag shivered at the husky question. He loved the unabashed plea in her voice. The way she so easily expressed her desires.

  Wade nodded and she dropped her head. Her entire body was tense with anticipation.

  Tag pumped faster on his cock. Wade pulled his hand back and slapped the inner crevice of her ass cheeks, circling closer and closer to her winking rosebud. Each contact made her toes clench and shoulders bunch. Tag figured she was going to blow as soon as Wade ended his teasing spanks.

  Wade winked at him as he landed the final blow right to her asshole.

  Rebecca went off like a firecracker. She screeched and yelped and bounced up and down on Wade’s lap all the while babbling mostly incomprehensible words. The only two Tag understood was coming and yes.

  The rest were a blur of orgasm.

  Finally she shuddered to a stop and hung limply over Wade’s wide-spread knees.

  Tag stroked his stiff cock a few more times then forced himself to let go. He didn’t want to come just yet. They had more plans for the delectable lawyer’s body and coming now would disrupt the flow.

  Wade had pulled Rebecca fully up on his lap and cuddled her close to his chest. His hands swept up and down her back and along her flank down to her knees. Her head tucked against his shoulder and her eyes were closed. The tender look on Wade’s face as he gazed down at her made Tag’s breath hitch. He had not seen his friend so enraptured in a long, long time.

  His heart thudded as elation swept through him. The whole situation just felt right.

  But she’ll leave as soon as the case is wrapped up.

  Tag closed his eyes against the unwanted thought.

  “You okay?” Wade asked softly.

  Tag nodded. Rebecca stirred and slid languidly from Wade’s lap. She approached Tag and knelt in front of him. Her hands settled on his thighs and he absorbed her soft touch like it was manna.

  “Tag?” Her sweet voice held concern.

  He smoothed a strand of blonde hair from her face. “I’m fine. I promise.” Then he lowered his voice and trailed his fingers down her neck. “You ready for more?”

  She grimaced as she rose. “I don’t know if my butt can take much more.”

  Wade appeared behind her. His big hands cupped her shoulders. “We’ll take it easy on your lovely bum, sweetheart. I’m not promising nothing will happen to it, but we’ll take it easy.”

  She smiled. “Then I guess I’m ready.”

  Tag stood. He scooped up the rope. Wade reached around and cupped her tits. Rebecca’s head fell backward and her eyelids drooped.

  “That feels nice,” she murmured.

  “Nice is not what we’re going for,” Tag said. He motioned to Wade, who steadied Rebecca as he stepped back. “Arms up and out to the sides.”

  She obeyed and watched with a curious eye as he and Wade began wrapping her tits into a
breast harness. The blue rope stood out starkly against the creamy whiteness of her perfect skin. Tag couldn’t resist caressing her stiff nipples as he laid the rope flat to her torso and around to Wade. They finished the harness in short order and he stepped back to admire the effect. Even without the support of a bra, Rebecca’s tits stood tall and proud on her chest. The breast harness forced them higher and squeezed the masses into tight, reddening balls.

  “How does it feel?” he asked her.

  Her arms lowered as she studied the contraption. “Amazing,” she said. “I can feel every pulse of my heartbeat. My nipples are tingly.” She gave a lopsided grin. “I’ve never noticed my nipples like that before.”

  Wade reached onto the bed and grabbed the crops. Tag caught the one he tossed over and tapped her right hip with the flat leather tip. She jumped.

  “Not too bad, right?”

  Wade stepped next to him and tapped her left side.

  She didn’t jump but Tag noticed she held her breath.

  “It’s fine,” she said.

  “Good.” He studied the bed. “I think we should have her stand in the center of the room,” he told Wade. “That way we can get to all parts of her.”

  Wade flexed his crop. “I like it.” He gave her a few quick brushes with the crop and directed her to the middle of the room.

  Tag’s dick twitched at the way her tits bounced in their bondage. Dark red streaks emanated from the ropes circling her breasts. The constriction of blood would heighten her sensitivity.

  “Clasp your hands on top of your head,” Wade ordered her.

  The position would increase the pull of the ropes. Tag nodded his approval. Her reaction to the tug was immediate. She squeezed her thighs together and squatted a little.

  Wade tapped her left hip. “Ah, ah. None of that. Stand up straight. In fact, spread your legs. I want to be able to get to your pussy.”

  She looked shocked. “You wouldn’t hit me there?”

  Tag just grinned. “Begin.” He snapped the crop just below the binding around her torso. Wade tagged her butt just below her waist then up along her shoulder. His strokes were light and fast as they traveled up her body. Rebecca wriggled and leaned forward then back.

  “Stand still,” Tag said. “The more you move, the more chance we have of hitting you where it’s not safe.”