The Buckle Bunnies Series Boxed Set (Volume 1)

by Tyler, Paige

  Dallas squeezed Mack’s penis a little tighter. “Is that a challenge?”

  He gave her a smoldering look. “Yeah. You up for it?”

  Her lips curved. “Reckon I'll just have to show you.”

  Without another word, Dallas leaned forward and swallowed his cock. She immediately bobbed up and down on his shaft, jerking him firmly while occasionally nipping the tip of his cockhead with her teeth.

  Mack slipped his hand in her hair and found a grip, then put it to good use, thrusting his hips to push his cock deeper into her mouth. Depending on who the man was, having her mouth taken in such a forceful, possessive way could either be incredibly enjoyable, or horribly unbearable. In Mack’s case, she'd be thrilled to let him do it to her all night. Good heavens, she actually had goose bumps.

  She took a breath, waiting for Mack to push his cockhead deeper down her throat, but instead he pulled out of her mouth with a growl. She licked up the string of pre-cum left behind, reveling in the extra naughtiness of it. Then she looked up him with feigned innocence.

  “Was that sufficiently submissive for you?”

  His only answer was an unintelligible sound deep in his throat. Taking that to mean he approved, she turned her gaze on Ked.

  “Ready for your turn?”

  “That depends.”

  “Depends on what?”

  He caught her chin in his fingers and tipped it up. His gaze burned into hers. “On how far you want to take this submissive game.”

  The words made her pussy quiver. She'd only been playing around with the whole submissive thing, but the way Ked was looking at her made her want to suddenly get very serious about it.

  Her breath hitched at the possibility, and she licked her lips. “I’d be willing to take it pretty far—as long as I know you'll take good care of me.”

  His mouth curved into a smile. “We will. I promise.”

  “Then I'm completely in your hands.”

  The quiver between her thighs became an ache. It was all she could do not to reach down and diddle her clit. But she didn't—a good submissive didn't do those kinds of things. And since she was currently playing at being submissive for Mack and Ked, she supposed she shouldn't diddle, either.

  “Good.” Ked’s grin broadened. “Have anything around here I can tie you up with?”

  Dallas actually felt her heart start to palpitate. “You mean like…rope?”

  Mack chuckled softly. Oh God, had she sounded too eager? She'd never been tied up before, but it’d always been a fantasy of hers. That she was seriously considering it—with two men she barely knew—was probably a little insane. But she trusted them. If she hadn't, she would never have invited them into her home.

  “Doesn't have to be rope,” Ked said. “Anything long and soft will work.”

  “Like bandanas?”

  “That’ll work,” Ked said. “Do you have any?”

  She nodded like a bobblehead doll. “I have a whole bunch in a barrel in the corner of my bedroom. I sorta collect them.”

  “Then why don't you and Mack spend some quality time together while I go get a few?”

  “Okay. My bedroom is at the end of the hall.” She followed his butt as he headed in that direction. Damn, he had a great ass. “And Ked?”

  He stopped to look back. “Yes, sugar?”

  “I have condoms in my bedside table. Could you get some of those, too?"

  He grinned. “Sure thing.”

  She looked up Mack to see him smiling at her. “What?” she asked, suddenly shy.

  “Nothing. It's just that you're pretty amazing, you know that?”

  “Because I'm crazy enough to let two men I barely know tie me up?”

  “That's partially it,” he said as she leaned forward to capture his cock with her mouth. “Mostly, I think you're amazing because you're the only woman I've ever met who knows exactly what she wants and isn't afraid to ask for it.”

  Dallas smiled as she scraped her teeth lightly over the tip of his cock. She'd never thought of herself as overly bold before tonight. Maybe these two hot cowboys simply brought it out in her.

  She was showing Mack how much she appreciated his compliment—by trying her hardest to take more of his cock down her throat—when Ked came back in.

  “I found the condoms—and these.” He held up a few brightly colored bandanas. “They're the perfect length for what I have in mind.”

  Ked took her hands and pulled her to her feet. “If at some point we do something totally uncool with you, just let us know, okay?”

  Dallas nodded, watching in fascination as Ked quickly wrapped one of the pieces of fabric around her wrists and tied the ends together. She gave an experimental tug on her bonds. She could wiggle her wrists back and forth some, but not enough to get loose. That knowledge gave her a wild surge of excitement.

  She looked up at him from beneath her lashes. “You're pretty good at this tie-up thing.”

  He chuckled. “I'm a cowboy—it sorta comes with the job description.”

  Taking her bound hands, Ked led her around to the back of the loveseat. Dallas frowned, but went willingly. She’d been all set to drop to her knees in front of him and Mack and blow them some more. She almost asked what the men were up to, but decided to go along with it and see where it led—it kinda went along with letting them tie her up.

  Turning, Ked yanked her close by her bound wrists and kissed her long and hard, then spun her around and bent her over the back of the couch. Her hands immediately flew out in front of her, instinctively preventing an embarrassing face plant into the cushions. The position not only left her ass sticking way up in the air completely exposed to anything and everything Ked wanted to do back there, but also put her at the perfect height to take Mack’s cock in her mouth.

  She wet her lips as he took his throbbing erection in one hand and offered it to her. This was going to be so good.

  “Hey, Mack,” Ked said. “Can you help me out a second back here?”

  Mack hesitated, but then reluctantly moved around behind the couch to join Ked. Dallas turned her head to track his movements, but Ked leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Eyes front, sugar. No fair peeking.”

  She really didn't understand that rule, but went ahead and obediently faced front anyway.

  She heard the low murmur of voices behind her, but couldn't make out what either man was saying. The fact that they were back there likely staring at her exposed ass really did a number on her psyche. Her rear started to feel warmer, as if it was blushing from their inspection. Involuntarily, she started transferring her weight from one foot to the foot, anything to change their focus.

  She froze the moment something brushed her right hip. Her breath hitched and she fought the almost uncontrollable urge to look behind her.

  Was that a finger, another bandana, a tongue?

  She strained every sense she had trying to figure it out. Could a person force their skin to be more receptive? She doubted it, but tried to heighten her awareness anyway, waiting for when and where the next touch would come.

  It came at a very unlikely location—her right ankle.

  “Dallas.” Mack's voice sounded muted and low down, so he must be the one touching her ankle. “Could you spread your legs for me a little?”

  Such a simple request, yet so sexually suggestive. It was probably a good thing her legs were together at that exact second because the sudden rush of wetness she felt between them would’ve almost assuredly been visible.

  Taking a deep breath, she spread her legs slightly more than shoulder width. Her hands on the cushions helped her stay stable—good thing she’d done it.

  “A little more,” Mack said.

  Dallas tried not to think about how blatant this position must look from back there as she followed his instruction. She was seriously getting into this submissive thing.

  She felt his hand on her ankle again, then the whisper of fabric moving across her skin. Mack was tying her ankle to something… T
he leg of the loveseat?

  Her guess was confirmed a moment later as she felt the fabric tighten around her right ankle, then her left at the same time. For two men who insisted that team roping was not their thing, they were really good at it.

  Dallas shifted her weight to one foot and gave the other a little shake. She could lift her foot off the floor, but couldn't move it more than an inch or so. She tried the same thing, this time in the opposite direction and discovered that both feet were similarly bound.

  Okay, she was bent over at the waist, her naked ass high in the air, with her hands tied together and her ankles attached to the loveseat. Wetness gushed from her pussy. This was going to be better than good. This was going to be seriously amazing.

  Mack came back around in front of her, then crouched down so his face was level with hers.

  “Comfortable?” he asked softly.

  She hesitated, contemplating the question. Her legs were spread wide, but not overly so. Her stomach was resting on the thick cushioned top of the couch, and her bound hands supported a portion of her weight. She could definitely stay in this position for a long time, especially if Mack and Ked were about to do what she thought they might.

  “Very comfortable,” she finally answered. “Thanks for asking.”

  He grinned and stood up, sweeping his hard cock very close to her face. She almost lunged for it, but she restrained herself just in time. Half the fun of playing the submissive was giving up control and letting her two dominant steer ropers take charge.

  Chapter Four

  While Dallas couldn’t see what was going on behind her, her imagination filled in all the missing data the moment she heard a rustling sound behind her. Ked had just torn open a condom wrapper. Even now, he was rolling the rubber sheath down that thick cock of his and getting ready to line it up with her soaking wet pussy. In seconds, he was going to be fucking the hell out of her—at the same time Mack plundered her mouth.

  A tremor ran through her. She was practically bouncing in anticipation.

  Mack crouched back down in front of her. “Got a question for you, Dallas.”

  Not exactly what she’d expected her dark-haired cowboy to do, but okay. “Go for it.”

  “Have you ever been spanked?”

  She didn't say anything—she couldn't. Her expression must have properly conveyed her utter shock because Mack chuckled.

  “I'll take that as a no. Which brings me to my next question—would you like to be spanked?”

  She wasn't sure exactly how long it took her to process his question, but after what seemed like forever, she finally managed to find the controls to turn her mouth back on and re-engage her head.

  “You want to spank me?” Her voice was far more steady than it probably had a right to be. Being submissive was one thing—letting a guy smack her ass was something completely different. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for that level of surrender.

  “Me?” Mack shrugged. “Maybe at some point, but right now it’d be Ked. Which makes a lot more sense, given the fact that I'm standing in front of you and Ked is behind you.”

  She craned her neck to look over her shoulder. Ked was standing there, eyeing her with what look like amazement in his eyes. “You’ve never been spanked—with an ass like yours?”

  Dallas couldn't really see her ass at the moment, but she’d seen it in a mirror a time or two, and it had never really struck her as overly spankable bottom. Then again, maybe she just didn't know what a spankable ass looked like.

  “You think I have an ass that should be spanked?”

  Okay, that wasn't really the question she’d intended to ask. What she’d planned on saying was something more like Why the hell would you think I’d let you spank my ass—regardless of how it looks?

  She was about to rephrase her question when Ked lightly ran his hand over the aforementioned derriere. She was so turned on that the slightest touch made her whole body vibrate like a guitar string.

  “Oh, this ass was definitely made to be spanked,” he said softly. “Among other things.”

  Dallas had no doubt what the “other things” probably entailed, and figured she’d have to send one of the men back into her bedroom for the bottle of lube she kept in her bedside table for just such occasions, but at the moment, that would have to wait. Ked was currently after her ass for a whole different reason—one that was entirely new to her.

  She searched Ked's face, then Mack's, waiting for some gut instinct to kick in and tell her she should be wary, but it didn’t. Would she have let them tie her up if she didn’t trust them? They weren't dangerous—they were simply kinky.

  “Okay,” she said. “Clearly you get something out of spanking me, or you wouldn’t want to do it. Could you please explain what’s in it for me?”

  Dallas wasn't a prude or naïve, so she knew some women like getting spanked. She'd never actually talked to one, but she knew they existed—sorta the way she knew baby pigeons existed. But she couldn't understand for the life of her what a woman would find sexually exciting about get her ass smacked. How could something obviously painful be pleasurable?

  “I can see why you might be concerned at the idea of letting a man spank you.” Ked caressed her cheeks. The way she was bent over, her ass was stretched nice and tight, making every little touch feel like it was magnified tenfold. “And it's hard to explain how good a spanking can feel to a person who’s never had one before. But this is something you’re going to have to trust me on. If done properly, a spanking is like a great massage—erotic, yet relaxing at the same time. A lot of women tell me it's their preferred form of foreplay.”

  It was difficult to think with Ked’s hand on her ass. “That all sounds great, but you forgot to mention the part where my ass is on fire.”

  Both men laughed.

  “You have the wrong idea of what a sexy spanking is all about, sugar,” Ked told her. “I won't be whacking your ass like I'm trying to clean a rug out on the clothesline, you know. The idea is to start slow and warm your skin gently until you're ready for a firmer hand. By then, you'll be the one deciding how hard I'll spank you, not me.”

  Dallas still wasn't convinced, though it was hard to ignore the warm, silky persuasion in Ked's voice. The guy could sell ketchup to a tomato. It didn't help that Mack was running his hand lightly up and down her back. Their combined touch probably could have been considered an unfair negotiating tactic, but she sure as hell wasn't going to complain.

  “Have you ever found a woman who didn't enjoy getting spanked?” she asked.

  “I could lie and say every woman I've spanked has loved it, but that wouldn't be right,” Ked said. “Some of them have told me it wasn't working for them, so we moved on to something else. I don't have a problem with that.”

  “Really?”

  “Really.” He trailed his fingers over the underside of her cheeks, right where her thighs met her butt. “It just seems a crime not to spank an ass as beautiful as yours.”

  His finger slid between her legs to tease her very wet pussy. God, just talking about something as naughty as a spanking was driving her nuts.

  “If you don’t like the spanking, just say the word and we'll do something else.”

  As he spoke, he slid his finger into her wetness. Dallas moaned. The urge to beg Ked to slide something in her pussy a lot thicker than his finger was on the tip of her tongue, but something stopped her. She'd never been this hot in her life, and it was because she was doing things tonight she'd never dreamed she would—taking on two guys at once, letting them give her oral on top of the bar in her own place, blowing them in their truck as they drove her home, playing the submissive and letting them tie her up. She’d already come twice and if she was lucky, she’d spend the rest of the night coming over and over again—maybe harder than she ever had in her life. If everything else they’d already done that night had been a blast, what made her think a spanking wouldn't be?

  She took a deep breath. “Okay. I'll try it.�
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  Mack pressed a kiss to her ear. “Something tells me you won't be sorry,” he whispered. “An ass like yours is begging to be smacked good. You're going to be a natural at it.”

  Dallas had no idea what a “natural” was when it came to spanking, but she smiled at him anyway. “I'll remind you about that if I don’t like it.”

  He chuckled and kissed her, then grabbed his cock and held it up to her mouth. “I have a better idea. If Ked does anything back there you don't like, give me a good nip with your teeth and I'll made sure he straightens right up.”

  She slanted him a look. “If I remember right, don't you like it when I use my teeth on you?”

  “Yeah. But I figure you'll know how hard to bite to send the signal you want.”

  She did, but couldn't imagine actually biting Mack that hard. It was too much fun just sucking him off.

  He rubbed the head of his cock against her lower lip and she instinctively opened her mouth so he could slide in. This had to be the most provocative position she'd ever been in while giving a man a blowjob. She especially liked when Mack slid his hand in her hair. Sometimes he controlled her actions, but most of the time he let her set the pace. Tied up as she was, he could have grabbed her hair and fucked her throat, but he didn’t. Honestly? She wouldn't have minded if he did. Something about her present position screamed out for a good old-fashioned deep-throating. But Mack had more restraint than that. Or more likely, he simply wanted to last a good, long time.

  Dallas was so thoroughly engrossed in pleasuring Mack she almost forgot about the whole spanking thing until Ked placed his hand on her lower back. She tensed, subconsciously willing her mouth not to clench down on Mack's innocent cock.

  But when Ked's hand landed, it wasn't nearly as hard as she expected. In fact, it wasn't much more than a friendly butt pat football players gave each other. She felt it, of course, but it certainly didn't sting. Which was kind of disappointing. Did Ked think she was so wimpy he had to start off with kiddie spanks?

  Ked followed up with several more pats, alternating from one cheek to the other in a slow, steady rhythm.