by Christy Poff
"Master?"
"Shh, my pet, nothing to worry your pretty little head over. We understand you're interested in both of us at once."
"Yes, Master."
"Good. You are a beautiful slave. You should listen to Mistress Erika and get your tits pierced."
"I agree with Garth. Put a chain between those nips and tug—what a turn-on."
Sheridan looked at Alvaro, his nipples pierced. Garth had one pierced and his earlobe. With the mask on, he looked like a pirate—they both did, in fact.
"Ah, I see Slave Sheridan's cunt likes the idea. Looks like she's ready for us."
"I agree. Come, slave. Suck Master Alvaro's cock while I eat your sweet pussy."
Garth's command drove her emotions wild. She looked at her master's cock, groaning. She knelt to brush her lips over it, before she licked the drop of pre-cum from his slit. She felt Garth rubbing her ass as she took Alvaro's length deep into her throat.
"I think I'll fuck her sweet ass instead,” Garth announced.
"Good idea,” Alvaro agreed as he teased her nipples. She lost herself sucking his gorgeous cock, not realizing Garth meant to anally fuck her.
"That's it, slave,” Alvaro coached.
Garth held her hips, pressing the head of his cock to her anus. Her eyes widened as he slid his cock into virgin territory. Alvaro's hand tangled in her hair pressing her lips to his balls as Garth thrust into her ass. She whimpered but continued.
Never before had anything been thrust into her ass. She felt like he had ripped her apart but the more he thrust into her, the more the pain turned to erotic pleasure. The harder he fucked her ass, the more she eagerly sucked Alvaro's cock.
"That's it, slave,” Alvaro said.
"Oh, my God, she's tight but it feels so fucking good."
Sheridan moaned, sucking harder. When Alvaro filled her, she languished in euphoric satisfaction. Alvaro squeezed her breasts, pulling his cock from her mouth. He kissed her before Garth cried out her name. He filled her ass with his hot seed, his powerful thrusts feeling electric.
"Please, Master, may I come?"
"Not yet,” Garth replied, grinning when she groaned from frustration. He pulled her back into his lap, his cock remaining inside her tight ass. He grabbed her breasts while Alvaro hungrily lapped at her pussy. Her body writhed, the sensations burning inside her.
"Please, may ... I ... come..."
"Yes, slave,” Alvaro said. His permission crashed into her as it felt like she had not climaxed in eons. Her body jolted as Garth pumped his cock in and out of her ass while he squeezed her breasts harder.
"Kiss me, slave,” Garth commanded. She turned her head and he kissed her until she cried out again.
Alvaro came to her, kissing her deeply as she tasted her essence in his mouth.
"Ready, Garth?"
"Yes, Alvaro."
Sheridan could not figure out when they did it, nor did she care, but having both cocks fucking her at once drove her to the point of no return. She felt one fuck her ass and squeeze her tits while the other fucked her pussy and roughly kissed her mouth. The only thing wrong—Master Ross wasn't involved. The thought of him faded when they drove her over the edge once again.
"Come, slave."
"Yes, my God, yes!” she cried out. She wrapped her arms around Alvaro's neck, needing something to hold onto for support. She felt Garth's hands pull her hips down on him, pulling her closer. Her body felt torn apart by them but she didn't care, the feeling divine. Her body craved more as she moved up and down, needing to feel the glorious orgasms again.
"I see slave wants more."
"But I need to pull back. I want her lips on my cock again."
"Not fair, Alvaro,” he admonished devilishly as he pulled his cock out of her anus.
"But you..."
"I'll be right back,” he said as he hurried into the bathroom to clean his cock off. One rule of the house—clean up after anal fucking—and one they appreciated.
"Come here, slave,” Alvaro commanded.
"Master Alvaro?"
"I want to suck your tits."
"Yes, Master,” she said, moving closer to him.
"Hold them for me while I finger fuck your sweet cunt."
She held them up to his lips, spreading her knees to give him access. As he sucked her nipple, his finger played with her pussy, then easily slid inside her. She wanted to pull him closer but he hadn't given her permission. The harder he fucked her, the more she wanted to cry out. Her mouth open to catch her breath, she gasped feeling Garth's cock on her lips.
"That's it, slave, suck my cock and drain me,” Garth commanded.
"Anything, Master."
She wanted to press her pussy into Alvaro's hand but he wouldn't allow it.
"Ride my cock, slave, while you take Master Garth's,” he said, pulling her down on him, impaling her overheated body onto his. Alvaro laid back, Sheridan sitting up. Garth moved to make it easier for her to go down on him while her body danced in erotic movements.
"Play with your tits, slave,” Garth commanded as he pressed Sheridan closer, pumping his cock deep into her throat. Sheridan obeyed, extremely comfortable playing with her breasts, unlike before.
"Drown me, Sheridan."
Again, her floodgates opened as she soaked his cock while he filled her. Garth's release blasted into her throat. She needed to cry out, unable to, so she pinched her nipples, the sting rocketing through her.
"That's it, slave,” Alvaro stated as he felt the waves crashing over her, her climaxes overpowering her. Sheridan lost her balance—lightheaded, dizzy, and totally satisfied. Alvaro laid her down on the bed, feathering kisses over her body, nipping her nipples and her clit.
Sheridan felt the after shocks of several orgasms. She basked in the afterglow of mind-blowing sex. Is this heaven?
"Sleep, slave, you did well."
"Thank you, Masters."
* * * *
The rescue crews rappelled down the side of the cliff to get to Ross Beckham. He lay on his back, his head bloodied from a rock he hit when he landed. One of the hands found his Winchester several feet away.
They did their best to stabilize him but they wanted to get him out of the small canyon since the danger remained because the team sent to find the bear had yet to come up with anything.
Warren held his head and neck while one of the others lifted him up so a backboard could be slid under his back. Once they strapped him onto it, they began the slow process of taking him back up to the overlook.
The medical team added more stabilizers for his neck, then they loaded him into the ranch's helicopter. Doctor William Bentley, the ranch's doctor, had been waiting on board for him. He checked Ross out and ordered the pilot to fly directly to Kootenai Medical Center. One thing Bentley was good at—he could size up his patient's situation accurately in minutes. Because of this talent, the recovery factor for the ranch was phenomenal. The ranch had a state-of-the-art clinic and he knew when the injuries qualified for a flight straight to the hospital, time not wasted.
"Warren, call the ranch and update them,” Bentley said before the helicopter flew off.
"Yes, sir."
Bentley turned to his patient.
"Come on, friend, you have to survive this.” While in flight, he took the chance to look at Ross closer. He'd found blood but no evidence of a wound. He pulled Ross’ shirt out of the way finding what he searched for—a long gash along his side. From what he could tell, Ross had caught one of the bear's claws. Damn it!
"Let the hospital know I want blood standing by. We've got a bear attack victim."
* * * *
Word got back to the Spread R Bar Ranch. Yelena and Erika clung to each other. Moments later, Garth and Alvaro joined them.
"What's wrong?"
"Ross is being flown to the medical center. A bear attacked him and he went over one of the overlooks into one of the smaller canyons. Bentley will let us know as soon as he can."
"
What should we do?"
"All we can do is wait."
"What about...” Erika asked.
"Personally, I'd like to send her home,” Yelena stated.
"Please, don't. The lady's good,” Garth said.
"Stop thinking with your cock,” Erika accused.
"Garth..."
"I know but..."
"She's not family. She's a stranger around here. If it was anyone other than her, they'd be gone by now."
"Yelena, you're showing your jealousy."
"I don't care, Garth. She can't do anything for him and while he's in the hospital, her training cannot proceed. I say send her ass back to Sun Valley."
"But he may not..."
"He needs rest once he comes home. He can't be training her if he's laid up."
"Yelena, sweetheart, calm down."
Yelena broke into tears, the others crowding around her.
"I can't lose him. I love him too damned much."
Chapter 5
Bentley followed his patient into the trauma center. An older man, tall with graying hair and handsome, he'd been on staff at the hospital since Ross Beckham hired him on at the Spread R Bar. Enjoying privileges at the facility made it easier when they had extreme injuries needing surgery or specialized care.
"I need all the tests done. In the blood work-up, check for any adverse results. I'm sure the grizzly didn't bite him but he's got a nasty gash and a huge amount of bruising where the bear hit him."
"Yes, Doctor Bentley."
"I need an OR ready."
"It is."
"Excellent,” Bentley said, his hands going over Ross’ arms, then legs. He found his patient's right leg broken, then discovered a possible fractured rib.
"I need x-rays,” he ordered.
A few minutes later, he confirmed the rib was fractured but would heal in time, though Ross would be in a lot of pain. The leg needed help. The same one broken years before in Nebraska, this time, it had not held up and would require the insertion of a support rod. What concerned him the most was the bruising.
He ordered another test finding the internal bleeding he feared.
"Let's get him into OR—stat!"
* * * *
Several hours later, William Bentley left the OR rubbing his neck.
"How is he, Bill?"
"Annie, how long have you been here?"
"Not long. They called to let me know you were near done,” Annie, his wife of thirty years and his nurse at the ranch, said. He pulled her close, needing her.
"Well?” she asked.
"Right now, he could go either way. The right leg's been repaired with a titanium rod, his rib is fractured and we had to stop the internal bleeding. I'm concerned about the gash on his head and..."
"What caused it?'
"A large rock."
"So, where is he now?"
"In recovery, then he'll be in ICU until he stabilizes more. I've got him on a respirator to ease his respiratory problems and he's in a coma. Other than that, he's fine. The bear didn't get anything into his bloodstream, which is a relief."
"Bill, I'm sorry."
He held her, drawing from her strength.
"It's a waiting game, Annie."
* * * *
Yelena, Erika, Alvaro and Garth met with Bentley at the hospital. He explained what had been done and what Ross was going through at present.
"Will he survive this?” Yelena asked.
"I'm sure of it but with what he's been through, it could be a while."
"Any idea...” Erika began to ask.
"No, I can't even begin to assume any time frame until the swelling goes down."
"You aren't talking brain damage?” Garth asked.
"I'm hoping against it, but it's too soon to tell."
"Can I see him?” Yelena asked.
"In a bit. I'll let you know when."
He excused himself, leaving the four of them to wait in the solarium. Alvaro held Yelena, Erika stared out the window and Garth paced. After a while, they agreed on shifts with Alvaro remaining while the others left.
"Are you telling Sheridan?"
"Yes and no but I am sending her home. We don't know how long he'll be in the coma and we can't continue with her when we don't know what was planned next for her."
"What about you and Erika? You could still..."
"True, we could. Garth can mask Master R's voice seeing as he's still away, too,” Yelena suggested.
"Okay."
"Good, we'll do it as soon as we get back to the ranch and she's gone tomorrow,” Yelena stated, the others not arguing. She became their Mistress when Master R and Ross were gone. She fiercely protected them and their lives at the ranch, her word law.
* * * *
Sheridan woke from her time in a threesome, sore but feeling wonderful and hungry for more. Opening herself up to different types of sex had been extremely enlightening and she found she loved having two men take her at once. No book could begin to tell the story of what she'd experienced earlier.
She left the room, padding across the hall while some lasting ripples of her climaxes coursed through her. She took no notice of the fact the huge house had fallen eerily silent, nor did it matter to her.
She entered her room heading for the shower but took a relaxing hot bubble bath instead. She languished in the scent of gardenia—his scent for her—silently wishing she could share this with Ross. Master R no longer mattered to her—she loved Ross Beckham and would do anything to please him. Hell, he and Ross could be the same man ... But she knew that wasn't possible, not the way the huge ranch operated.
She got out of the tub, dried off and went into the dressing room. She looked in the mirror seeing a totally different Sheridan Greenlaw staring back. She saw herself now as daring and wild, more mature and more compassionate, more satisfied ... Sheridan liked what she saw.
Erika joined her, holding a bathing suit in her hand.
"Mistress?"
"After your busy day, you need a swim. Because the pool is outside where most of the hands can see, here's a swimsuit."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Enjoy."
She slipped into the tiny suit, which barely covered anything but the important areas, grabbed a towel and followed Erika to the pool. Erika left her alone, Sheridan in heaven.
* * * *
Alvaro waited at the medical center but there had been no change in Ross’ condition. His cell phone vibrated and, against hospital policy, he answered it.
"Alvaro."
"It's me."
"Yes, Mistress Yelena."
"They found the bear."
"Did they kill it?"
"No, Ross did—a square shot straight to the head."
"Way to go,” he said, wishing he could give Ross the good news.
"Any news yet?"
"Not yet."
"One of us will be there to relieve you later."
"Yes, Mistress."
He shut the phone off relieved the bear had been found and dealt with. Now they needed Ross to survive what the bear had done to him.
Please, Master Ross...
* * * *
Deep in the recesses of Ross Beckham's mind, his sanity tried to gain control of his damaged body. He tried to make sense of what had happened to him but all his mind would let him see was the huge grizzly bearing down on him.
He felt like he'd been weighted down after freefalling off the cliff. His head ached but he couldn't tell anything else. Movement impossible, he remembered back to Nebraska and the oaf who'd damned near killed him then. One memory came to him—the vision of a beautiful, sexy woman with wild auburn hair and dark brown soulful eyes.
Why didn't I say I love you to her?
* * * *
She stepped from the heated pool, grabbing her towel to dry off. She found a note waiting for her.
Wait at the pool house—R
Sheridan looked around her, seeing no one. She quickly went inside hoping Ross ha
d returned, gasping at the elegance of the small mansion. She stood in the living room, admiring Master R's taste, then walked into the other rooms to get more of an idea about her master.
My master...
The words sent tremors through her body, heat to places she'd never felt it before. She felt wet, unsure if it came from swimming, or her thoughts about him. It didn't matter, she loved the sensations.
Sheridan heard the door open, turning to see Mistress Yelena and Mistress Erika entering the house.
They wore diaphanous robes, lacey thongs and high, stiletto-heeled sandals. Both women exuded sex, Sheridan's pussy clenching.
She could not help staring at them, wondering if she could ever compete with them for the attention Master R and Ross paid them. The thought brought the evil green monster to the surface, though she tried to hold her emotions. She had no right being jealous. She'd be here until her time ended and then she'd return to Sun Valley. Sure, after one hell of a fight...
"Slave?"
"Master?” she answered, looking around her. She couldn't tell where the voice came from, its velvety sound caressing her entire being.
"You told me you'd never experienced sex with another woman."
"No, Master, I haven't."
"Tonight, you will."
"But, Master..."
"I will see everything happening as you obey your mistresses’ orders."
"Yes, Master,” she said obediently.
"Once you are done, you'll be escorted back to your suite."
"Yes, Master."
"Your safe word?"
"Therapist, Master."
"Very good, slave. Now, relax and enjoy. Ladies..."
"Master,” they said together.
Erika and Yelena led her into the bedroom where several things caught her eye. The king-size bed called to her, her body aching to be with the man who owned the gorgeous deep voice. Ross ... To her right, manacles hung from the ceiling. Her amazement had to be obvious because they led her over to them, velvet lined for comfort. Silently, she let them position her the way they desired. Sheridan felt warmth run through her as tremors took over her body.
Erika lifted her arm up, kissing her hand before placing it in the restraint, repeating her ministrations to the other. While she did, Yelena removed her robe, wearing only the thong and sandals.
"Slave, tell me what you see,” his velvety voice commanded, filling the room.
