by Jane Jamison
“We have our secrets.” Wy took her wrist and cuffed it. Moving to her ankle, he did the same there.
“If you don’t want it this way, then say so.” And yet, Wy still tightened the strap, getting rid of the slack.
She couldn’t move much, bound to the bed. At first, a burst of panic slipped through her, but once she brought her gaze to Wy’s, the look in his eyes sent it away. “I want this. I want you. Both of you. After all, you’re supposed to protect me.”
“And we will. No matter what.”
“And you trust us?” Mitch turned, giving her a good eyeful of his delectable butt, and opened up a wooden chest. When he faced her again, he held a sleek, shiny paddle.
Now she knew why he hadn’t cuffed her other wrist and ankle. “I trust you. Even when you’re holding that in your hands.” Every nerve inside her jumped to attention. They’d used their hands to spank her before, but had never used anything like the paddle. Would it feel better? Would it sting more? Would it bring the warmth his hand did? She couldn’t wait to find out.
Mitch leaned over and released her ankle. “Roll onto your side, baby.”
“Still trust us, Chey?” Wy bent over as she pulled on the strap to help her move.
“Absolutely, sir.”
“Good.” He laid his palm against her cheek. “You can always stop.”
“I know.” She pushed out the word, her breathing becoming labored as her excitement grew. She was turned on, more than ever before, and they hadn’t done much yet. The cuffs dug into her flesh enough to give her a little preview of pain, but it was nothing that would hurt her. If anything, she wanted to experience more pain from their hands and the black paddle.
The bed dipped as Mitch came closer. She jolted as he put the paddle against her skin. The anticipation was killing her in an oh-so-delightful way.
Wy brushed the hair back over her shoulder. His palm traveled down until his fingers grazed over her nipples. They were already taut and begging for his touch, but when the slight sensation hit her, she felt it all the way into her pussy.
“Hang on a sec, cuz.” He jerked open the nightstand drawer and pulled out a blindfold. Like the paddle, it was shiny and black and sent wonderful chills along her spine.
“A blindfold, sir? But then I won’t be able to see you.”
“Give it a try, baby. It’ll heighten your senses.” He tied the material around her head.
At first, the darkness was a bit frightening. But not for long. Not when she knew her men were still there to take care of her.
“I like the way you think, Wy.” Mitch patted the paddle against her butt cheek to remind her it was there.
As if I’d forget.
“Are you okay, baby?”
“Yes.” She was, and yet a tinge of worry pushed at the edges of her mind.
“Good.” Mitch’s voice had lowered, filling with passion.
The next touch of the paddle, a true spank, sent the butterflies in her stomach whirling. She’d expected a sting, had ached to feel it, but the coldness of the paddle against her warm ass exploded the pain into her. She gasped, both loving and hating how it’d still stung.
“Are you still okay, Chey?” asked Wy.
“Yes.” Yet she jumped again when his mouth covered her nipple. Wy’s hand skimmed over her other breast, then down over her belly and in between her legs. With his gentle urging, she spread them, bending one to give him better access.
Please, Wy. Lick me. Eat me.
The second whack landed in the middle of her butt cheek, sending yet more ripples cascading along her flesh. Her clit throbbed, and wetness flooded over Wy’s exploring fingers. Her skin was well beyond warmed as though Mitch had placed a hot towel against her.
Never having experienced a paddle, she had no idea it would be so pleasurable. Not only did it turn her on, but their attention to her made her feel safe. They had her under their control, yet she wasn’t afraid. If she wanted, she could take back control at any moment simply by saying no.
A third spanking struck her other butt cheek. She cried out then cried again when Wy’s fingers drove into her pussy.
“Easy, baby.” His thumb tortured her clit, bringing forth yet another rush of her juices.
Dizziness threatened to overtake her as the fourth spanking hit. The sting of it brought her back to full awareness. She reached out and found Wy’s hair. She clutched a handful and held on for dear life.
Her body trembled at the onslaught of incredible waves of lust. Wy licked and sucked, nibbling at her tits as he plunged his fingers inside her sheath. She curved her spine, arching to bring her breasts impossibly closer to Wy’s face and offering her butt for Mitch’s pleasure.
The bed dipped around her as both men moved closer. A cock pushed against the front of her leg while another flicked once then twice over the back of her knee, leaving a wet streak behind.
She moaned, wanting to beg them to hurry up and fuck her, while at the same time hoping they’d make everything last forever.
Again came the paddle. Again a thrust of the fingers.
Her flesh seared on the outside as her body burned on the inside.
“Do you promise to listen to us from now on, Chey?”
Would she promise to listen to them? Maybe.
Would she promise to love, honor, and obey them? “Yes.”
“We don’t expect you to put us ahead of yourself. At least not in everything.”
Mitch chuckled. “But in sex? Yeah. We call the shots.”
“But you always have the right to say no.”
“For fuck’s sake, are we really getting into this now?”
“Just letting her know, cuz.”
“I know what I need to know. I know you’ll protect me and keep me safe. I know I love you and you love me. What more do I really need to know?”
She didn’t hear anything for a few moments. Had she said something wrong?
“Not a damn thing, babe.”
“You’re our world from now on, baby.”
The passion filling their voices moved her to tears. Tears that might soon wet the blindfold.
“Damn it, Chey, don’t cry.” And yet it sounded like Mitch was close to tears.
“I won’t.” She smiled, turning her head first in the direction of Wy, then toward Mitch. “I won’t if you two will get back to loving me.”
“Can do, doc.”
Wy was on his way down her belly and spreading her legs as yet another spanking came, sizzling into her. He positioned his head at her opening. She held her breath, dying in anticipation of his mouth on her pussy.
“Get on your back, baby.”
She rolled over, giving more room for Wy. He crushed his face against her, his tongue flicking over her folds, teasing her with what would come next.
“Have a taste, doc.”
Mitch put his cock against her lips. She parted them, almost choking as he shoved his cock into her mouth. Taking hold of the back of her head to help her, he pulled out then pushed his huge cock back in.
She whimpered, loving his masculine taste. Twirling her tongue, she hollowed her cheeks and held on to him, cupping the base of his length. If she’d dared to ask, she would’ve wanted the blindfold removed so she could see his perfect shaft. But they were in control and calling the shots. Pre-cum flowed over her tongue, giving her more incentive to suck even harder.
Her mind was a dizzying mass of thoughts and emotions. Wy added a thumb to her clit as he plunged his tongue into her pussy in quick movements. Fingers soon replaced his tongue. Teeth latched onto her clit, driving her crazy with the need to grab his hair and force him as close as possible. She was flying high, her body reveling in their every touch, their whispered words of love and yearning.
She sucked on Mitch’s cock harder, swallowing him as much as she could. His balls tightened in her hand, and she knew he wouldn’t last too long. But to drink his cum wouldn’t do. She’d save that for another time.
Pulling away
from Mitch, she told them exactly what she needed. “Please. I want you to ride me. From the front and the back. Fuck me hard. Ride me hard.”
The blindfold was yanked off her head. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light again. They didn’t, however, give her long to get ready.
Wy busied himself with the cuff around her ankle while Mitch took care of the one on her wrist. Once she was free, he pushed her legs up, bending them at the knees.
“Whatever you want, baby.” Wy thrust into her pussy, growling out his need as he did. His cock rammed into her, stretching her pussy until she was sure he’d tear her apart. Over and over, he pounded into her, forcing soft pants from her. He was in total command, and she was over-the-moon ecstatic. Waves of pleasure flooded her, rolling from inside to out then back again. Her abdomen burned with his invasion, her legs tensing to tighten around his waist. The pulse of his cock met her own pulse, combining together until she couldn’t tell one from the other. Wild passion flared inside at every sinful slam.
“Share, Wy.”
Wy protested as Mitch shoved his arm, pushing him onto his side. Wy took her along with him, his cock still penetrated deep inside her. Wrapping his arm around her, he tugged her nipple into his mouth and groaned his delight.
Cool gel slid over her anus as Mitch worked the lube into her butthole. He gripped her hip, holding her still. His cock made more wet streaks along her butt cheek.
“Relax, Chey. Do you want this?”
“Yes, Mitch. Please.” A small stab of fear laced its way into her, but it was only an instinctive thing. These were the men she’d waited for all her life. Maybe she hadn’t let herself believe they existed, but now that they were together, she wanted to experience everything they could give her.
She trusted them to love her unconditionally for the rest of her life. In return, she’d give them her body, her heart, and everything she was.
“Chey.” With her name on his lips, Mitch eased inside her.
At first, the fear came to life again, but at the touch of his palm skimming over her spine, she dragged in a breath and let it go. He sank deeper into her.
Two at once. She would’ve never known how to describe the sensation of having two cocks inside her before meeting them. Words failed her, and she gave way to simple emotion.
Her hands took in Wy’s hard muscles and his soft hair, and skimmed along the stubble on his jaw. His body moved sensually, undulating against hers. In and out his impressive cock went, wetting her pussy even more. Her pussy clenched, then released, then clenched again.
Mitch’s fingers dug into her flesh, giving her another kind of pain to her butt. He bent over her and feathered his kisses along the curve of her body.
“We love you, Chey,” whispered Mitch.
“You’re ours,” murmured Wy.
Fire raged inside her as the climax built to its head. Gasping, she heard strange little noises and realized she was whimpering like an animal in heat. A fluttering inside her picked up speed, lifting her closer and closer until, together, they came, releasing their orgasms as though they were one. Wy tensed, paused a second, and then relaxed, pushing the tension out of him. Groaning, he shot his seed inside her. Mitch pulled out as her body trembled, working through its own shattering shudders. He fell behind her, his arm thrown protectively over her body.
“Oh, God.” She panted, unable to do anything more than breathe.
When their breathing finally returned to normal, she lay on her back, the two men she adored on either side of her, and said the last words they ever wanted to hear.
“Take me back to San Antonio.”
* * * *
“What? I thought we already settled that.” Mitch couldn’t believe his ears. Wy came up onto his elbow to stare at her, showing the same confusion. She had to be joking.
“No, we didn’t. You decided and I was just supposed to obey.”
“Yeah.” Wy backed his cousin. “You were.”
“I thought the sir business was only during sex.” She sat up, brushing off their attempts to keep her in bed. She hurried to the bathroom and closed the door.
“Come on, Chey, we need to talk.” Mitch loved the woman to death, but she could irritate the hell out of him.
He and Wy were already cleaned up and dressed by the time she came out.
“It’s not safe.” He didn’t know what else he could say to convince her to stay at the ranch. “Besides, after what just happened, we kind of figured your answer had changed to a yes.”
She came closer, the heady scent of their sex still on her. He found it harder to think with the aroma in his nostrils.
“Like I said before, it’s been long enough. I’m not going to put my life on hold any longer for anyone, including some idiot who may or may not still be trying to exact revenge.”
“Baby, you’re not thinking clearly.” Wy tossed him a frustrated look. “What do we need to say to get you to stay?”
“Tell me you trust me to make this decision.”
She was turning the trust thing around on them, using it against them. “We do trust you.” Trusting her and letting her put herself in danger were two different things. “Wy and I won’t let you leave.”
“You can’t stop me, Mitch.”
Yes, I can. Yet he knew she was right. “Damn it, doc. Think about this.”
“I have.”
He searched for the right words to change her mind and came up empty.
“If you really trust me, you’ll let me go back.” She turned toward the door then faced them when she took hold of the knob. “Besides, if I’m going to get married, I need to give notice at the hospital and move my things out to the ranch. Oh, yeah. And talk to Dr. Varner about taking over his practice.” She winked and left.
She had a way of catching them off guard. “Did she just say she’s going to marry us?”
Wy slapped him on the arm. “She sure as hell did. Now all we have to do is get her to pick which one of us she wants to be her legal husband.”
“So are we letting her go back to San Antonio, Wy?” He wanted his cousin to say they’d do whatever they had to do to keep her with them. Even if it meant tying her down again. Hell, especially if it meant tying her down again.
“Let her?” Wy shook his head and whacked him on the arm again. “Like we can really tell her what to do?” He chuckled and headed out the door.
* * * *
“I can’t believe you’re leaving.” Katherine Jennings, one of Chey’s favorite ER nurses, hugged her. She’d already given her a number of hugs throughout the day. Every time she happened to pass her in the hallway, Kat would pull her into an embrace.
“I know. It’s sad and I hate leaving you and everyone else, but I’m needed there.” She adopted the same smile she’d had on her face from the moment she’d turned in her resignation. Although she would’ve preferred to give the administration more time to find a replacement, she’d held her ground and stuck to the two weeks’ notice. At last, the two weeks of packing and waiting were over.
“Don’t even go there, Dr. Chey.” Kat let out a major sigh. “I’m sure the little town of Goober—”
“Garner.”
“Whatever. I’m sure they need a doctor and all, but don’t go telling me it’s not because you’ve got two sexy cowboys waiting on you to get there.” Kat’s Southern accent was more pronounced whenever she wasn’t talking about patients.
Chey had tried to keep Wy and Mitch a secret, but it was a lost cause the first day Wy had popped in to check on her. He’d insisted on staying with her, which was great, but when Mitch had come down to take his place, the ER had buzzed with the news that she had more than one man after her. Surprisingly, no one seemed to think anything was wrong with her moving in with two men. In fact, most of the women, and even a couple of the men, were jealous.
“They could’ve had a little to do with it.” Her smile grew into a grin. “Okay, a lot. But it’s true. Garner needs a new doctor. The current
one is retiring.”
“Uh-huh.” Kat gave her yet another hug. “You better promise me you’ll come and visit us. If you don’t, I might just come there and haul you back here.”
If you can find the ranch, much less Garner.
“I promise I will as often as I can.”
“So have you gotten everything squared away?”
She spun around at the familiar voice. “Jeremy, what are you doing here?”
Her best friend pressed a palm over his heart, his bright-blue hair bobbing up and down with his every movement. “Ouch. Talk about a welcome. I came to see you off, girl.”
It was her turn to initiate a hug. She’d miss Jeremy more than she could say. “We said good-bye last night.” He’d come over with pizza and wine, and they’d spent the night gabbing away. Afterwards, they’d ended up crying in each other’s arms for a tearful farewell.
“Are you going to keep stabbing me in the heart? Can’t a friend say good-bye twice?”
“I told her we’d come and visit her if she doesn’t come down here to see us,” interjected Kat.
“You bet your sweet little ass we will.” Jeremy looped his arm around Kat. “Both of us at the same time, too. Think your men will like having us around?”
“Sure they will. You two can help muck out the barns.” Mitch wouldn’t be too excited, but he’d make them feel welcome nonetheless. Wy, however, had gotten along with Jeremy as though they were lifelong friends.
Both of her friends’ eyes grew big. “Not on your life.” Jeremy held up his hands, showing off his manicure. “These hands don’t go anywhere near horse shit.”
Before she realized it, a group had gathered around her. Their sad faces were almost too much to handle. “Y’all are going to make me cry.”
Al worked his way through the crowd. “I still think you should’ve let someone drive you there. I could have. Or Mitch and Wy could’ve come down to get you.”
“Let’s not go through that discussion again. Nothing’s happened for a really long time and nothing’s going to.”
“But we never figured out who—”
“Al, please. Stop. It’s over. There’s no reason to worry about me any longer.” She’d never tell him that she slept with a loaded gun by her bed. Yet each day that passed without anything happening reinforced her idea that nothing would ever happen.
