by Jenny Penn
With a pointed look at Mary Anne bound and blindfolded at his feet, Malcolm reminded him of the task at hand. His brother liked to watch, they all did, but there was only so much patience in any man. Not liking to have to work under Malcolm’s clock, he shot his sibling one last annoyed look before turning to pluck the old riding crop off the wall.
It hadn’t been used in years. None of his brothers favored its use, but they owned it so long, no one thought of throwing it out. The tight braids had long ago started to unravel. The hard, stiff strips of leather had worn to a soft, almost velvety feel. Not much of a whip, it didn’t work well on the tough hide of a horse anymore. That didn’t mean it wouldn’t work on the soft, sweet skin of an angel.
As he approached Mary Anne, he could see how stiff and still she’d gone straining to hear. No doubt, she hadn’t missed the door opening. It probably lent that extra bit of tension pulling her muscles taut because he certainly hadn’t stretched her out that much. Crouching down beside her, he moved as silently as the war taught him to when sneaking up on the enemy.
Lifting the crop over her stomach, he lowered it until the very tips brushed over her skin. The slight contact caused a ripple of shivers to span out across her muscles as her breath sucked in. The motion drew his attention, and the slow draw of the crop up and over the plump, round globes of her breasts until the tassels just kissed her nipples. The breath she sucked in released only to be rapidly replaced by another. The motion lifted her breasts in a glorious display. Mike smiled as he watched the tassels brush over her puckered buds, causing them to tighten even more.
“You challenged my brother to get you off with just these sweet tits,” Mike said more for Malcolm than for her as he lowered the crop further. The tassels swung free, teasing her into whimpering and shifting as she tried to follow its motion as he swayed it between one breast and then the other. “Let’s see if I can succeed where my brother failed.”
With a flick of his wrist, he snapped the crop, whipping the tassel in a sudden motion across her breast. Mary Anne sucked in a deep breath as her whole body contracted under the impact. A flush bloomed across her chest as he treated her other tip to the stinging pain. She moaned with the second impact, her body twisting into the blow.
He kept the strength measured but was relentless as he snapped the tassels over her breasts. Alternating between the swollen globes, he changed up the strokes from light to hard until she writhed below him, crying out for mercy. Her breathless pleas to be released her from the agony of her building climax licked over his balls in the most heated of caresses. He held her there, suspending both of them in the deliciousness of anticipating what came next until she finally broke the rules.
“Please, Mike, I can’t take anymore. I need you.”
He brought all motion to a stop, and she followed suit, no doubt sensing her mistake. “What did you say?”
“Mr. Tanner?” Her lips trembled over the whisper, but Mike would not be so easily consoled.
With a sudden snap, he flicked the crop right down over her open pussy, eliciting a scream and a hard jerk as he saw her pulse leap in the veins that stretched out from her neck. “No. That wasn’t it.”
“I…I…” She panted, obviously too consumed with her own arousal to figure out what to say. Mike punished her for that weakness with another smart smack to her pussy. “Please! I can’t take anymore.”
“That’s the point,” he growled against her nipple.
Sucking it into his mouth, he lit up her pussy again. Relentlessly, he drove her deeper and deeper into the storm until she broke, screaming and convulsing as the scent of release flooded out of her pussy to dampen the edges of the crop. The sight of his angel writhing with her climax broke the last thread of his patience.
With a growl, he ripped the binds at her feet loose and crawled between her legs. His fingers, clumsy with need, fumbled with his belt and the buttons of his pants. One popped off and bounced against Mary Anne’s stomach before rolling down her side.
Mike barely noticed. Freed of the tight confines of his denim jeans, Mike’s focus fixated on lining himself up to the entrance of heaven. Looping her knees over his arms, he slid all the way home as he bent over her, bringing her knees to her shoulders and letting him feel the sweet convulsions of her sheath around every inch of his oversized cock.
Mike looked down into the flushed, panting features of his angel and growled. “Tell me this is what you want. This is the way you want it for the rest of your life.”
It took her a second, her body trembling helplessly under his, but slowly her lips pulled into a smile. “I love you, Mike Tanner. You’re what I want now and for the rest of my life.”
Her head lifted then as her lips searched blindly for his. She missed by a little, and Mike turned his head to catch her kiss. Forcing her lips open with the pressure of his, he took her mouth as he did her body with a relentless savagery fed by an endless hunger.
No matter how hard or fast he pistoned himself into her, he couldn’t get enough. With a frustrated growl, he let her legs slide free. He reached for the binds at her wrist, stretching over her forced his cock so deep that his balls bumped against her pussy. His little vixen loved it. He could tell from the way her sheath clamped down tight and treated his full length to a soul shattering ripple.
That didn’t stop Mary Anne from stretching up and sinking her sharp teeth into his shoulder for retribution. The shirt protected him from the sting of her sudden bite, but the act snapped the last shred of his control. Snarling, he released the knot in his hands and jerked the stake clean out by the rope.
Free, his angel snapped into motion, her arms circling his neck as she lassoed him with her legs and began wildly pumping and grinding her pelvis into his. Mike let her get away with the small show of defiance while he rolled them. Even as they ended with her on top, he took control. With one hand holding her neck, he kept her head buried in his shoulder as the other settled to flatten her hips out.
Malcolm knew his cue and sauntered forward, already tugging on his belt. Freeing his erection, Malcolm knelt down between the couple’s splayed legs. Locking gazes, Mike knew what his brother wanted. Releasing his grip on Mary Anne’s waist, Mike felt as well as heard her suck in a sharp breath as his brother’s hands gripped her hips.
Before she could form the question he felt racing through her body, Malcolm lifted her ass straight up, freeing Mike’s cock to the cool, winter air. He grimaced as Mary Anne screamed. Without a flicker of gentleness, Malcolm impaled himself fully into her cunt and began pounding into her with ruthless determination.
With each hard thrust, Mary Anne’s body rubbed against his, and Mike could feel her tighten from her tits to her stomach as she began moaning and bucking backward on his brother’s dick. Malcolm rode her right back to the edge of release, bringing back the pleas and screams as her body began to tremble under the strain.
That’s just when Mike put his hands on her waist and pulled her free of Malcolm’s cock. His angel’s response was instant and deafening as she screamed in his ear.
“No!” She struggled now, going wild with need as demands ripped out of her. “You can’t stop now. Damnit!”
Mike tightened his hold on her thrashing head, forcing her ear to his lips as he lined her back up with the head of his cock. The brush of the erection waiting to impale her calmed Mary Anne, and for one second, she relaxed. Then Malcolm gripped the cheeks of her ass and split them wide as he brought his dick to press against her back entrance. Mary Anne froze, every muscle in her body stiffening with tension.
“Time to make your fantasy come true,” Mike whispered before he returned her love bite.
Taking a nibble of her neck, he thrust his hips up and filled her cunt to full as his brother slid all the way into her ass. They both held still, giving her a moment to pant through the sudden sensation of being so completely filled.
“Oh,” she moaned out on a ragged breath.
“You all right, angel?�
�� Malcolm finally spoke, and Mike could hear the sincere concern for the woman trapped between them.
Amazingly, from within the nest of his neck, her voice came out clear and amused. “Be better if one of you two stubborn cowboys would just move.”
Chapter 15
Mary Anne emphasized that point with a roll of her hips that had both men grunting. Mike met Malcolm’s gaze and sighed. The woman wanted what she wanted, and who the hell was Mike to deny her?
That didn’t mean he’d let her hurt herself. Slow at first, he and Malcolm began shifting her weight back and forth, controlling her erratic attempts to buck and force them to a faster pace with their hands on her waist and hips.
Mike closed his eyes and enjoyed the tight, sensuous feel of her little cunt clinging tightly to him as he stroked back and forth. This was heaven, pure perfection that he knew wouldn’t last. His balls had been boiling since she strutted up to him wearing nothing but stockings and his hat. With each succulent pulse of her sheath around him, he felt the seed starting to burn its way upward.
It wasn’t the slow, intense crawl toward release stoking his cock into a living flame that finally ripped away the last bit of decency left in him. That could only be done by the angel herself when she lifted her head and pouted.
“I thought I was going to get a hammering.”
With that, she made it clear. She didn’t want them to hold back. The brothers passed her back, see-sawing her between their cocks as they both pumped her hard and fast. They didn’t even try to control her as Mary Anne turned into a thing of wild, screaming need. Planting her hands on Mike’s chest, she levered herself up and began bouncing and grinding in beat with them, forcing the tempo faster and faster until, in a glorious second, her sheath tightened down so hard that she sucked the release right from his body.
Mike gave himself over to the white hot glory of his orgasm, pumping into her with hard strokes that wound down as his balls emptied in a glorious rush into her spasming pussy. Every part of his body felt scorched by the lightening flash of ecstasy shooting straight through his groin and into his soul. Even as his lungs burned for oxygen and his chest heaved to comply, Mike found himself pancaked under the weight of his brother and their lover.
A survival instinct made his body shift and roll, dumping Malcolm and Mary Anne on their sides as he gulped in a full breath of air. Malcolm grunted and rolled with the impact, but Mary Anne just flopped there, completely boneless.
“Mary Anne?” he whispered, suddenly concerned her condition might be more serious than exhaustion. She smacked her lips and smiled at him, giving no indication she heard him.
Malcolm rose up on his elbow to watch as Mike pulled the blindfold free from her face to reveal her swollen and puffy eyes. They remained closed, her lashes still clumped with tears that stained her flushed cheeks. Mike scowled and lifted his glare to Malcolm.
“You were too hard on her.”
“Me?” Malcolm snorted with a laugh. “I’m not the one who staked her to the floor and whipped her pussy.”
Mike ignored his brother’s taunt, still stuck on pissed at the evidence of her tears. “She cried, damnit. I don’t think there is anything funny about that.”
“I sometimes tear up when I have a good piss, Mike, so I wouldn’t read too much into that.”
That would have earned his younger brother a punch if Mike hadn’t been so concerned about Mary Anne. He didn’t know what he was thinking when he did all those things to her. That was probably his problem.
He hadn’t been thinking. Mike berated himself as he lifted Mary Anne back onto the blanket.
“A horse blanket,” Mike muttered to himself in disgust. What kind of man tormented an angel on a stinky, old horse blanket and then double fucked her with his brother on a dirt floor?
“What about the blanket?” Malcolm asked, sounding completely unconcerned as he stretched out on his back and sighed.
“Richard has every right to shoot me for this.” Mike sulked as he began tugging at the knot still holding Mary Anne’s wrist captive. “A horse blanket?”
“Richard ain’t gonna shoot nobody,” Malcolm retorted. “Mary Anne wouldn’t let him.”
“There is only one place a man deserves to be shot for doing what we did to this sweet, gentle born woman,” Mike shot back as he freed her wrist and rubbed where the rope chafed her delicate skin.
“We didn’t do anything that insatiable vixen didn’t want us to do. Hell, she’d probably do it right back to us if she could.”
“That doesn’t make it right, and it certainly doesn’t give us license to ride her as hard as we did.” Mike tried to be as gentle as he could while he lifted her back onto the blanket. All the while, he growled at his brother. “We could have seriously hurt her, Malcolm. You remember the stories during the war about women being raped and ravaged so ruthlessly that they bled to death?”
“Oh, for the love of God, Mike, we did not rape Mary Anne, and I don’t see any blood.”
“But you could. Look at her, Malcolm.” Mike gestured to the little slip of a woman who managed to actually fit in the width of the narrow blanket. “There ain’t nothing to her. It’s going to be hard enough keeping her alive in the wilderness. She certainly won’t last long with us wearing her down with our aggressive appetites.”
As if in response to Mike’s declaration, Mary Anne moaned and curled up on her side. Her eyes blinked open for a moment to glance at him. With a smile full of sleep and dreamy surprise, she murmured, “Thank you, Mr. Tanner. I had a wonderful evening.”
With a sigh, she passed out and left Mike staring at her as if she’d just grown a new head. She thanked him?
* * * *
Mary Anne didn’t dare open her eyes and see how Mike took that comment. She could feel the tension and the worry as he jerked her all around. As sweet as it was for him to grumble on about how they should treat her better, she didn’t want him taking things too far. Mike tended to worry, more like obsess, over proper decorum. Mary Anne didn’t mind playing to society’s rules, but neither did she intend to be held prisoner to them. She liked being screwed on a horse blanket by two randy wranglers.
Mike had to have mule in his blood to be so damn stubborn. Fortunately, Mary Anne knew how to handle both mule and man, which was why she pretended to be asleep. She gained a lot of useful information in life about men just by using that technique and wasn’t ashamed to do so again.
Malcolm snorted from behind her. “She never thanked me, and I think I deserve some credit here.”
Typical Malcolm, but it was Mike’s response that had her fighting back a giggle. “You never got her off with just her tits.”
His voice rose above her, and Malcolm’s followed suit as she heard him scamper to his feet. “Neither did you.”
That had her biting back a smile and shiver as Mike’s retort came back low and full of promise. “But I will one day.”
Mary Anne hid her smile in the folds of the blanket. It was soft and warm, smelling of man, horse, and leather. Not at all unpleasant, it filled her with a warmth that had nothing to do with being wrapped up so snug and everything to do with listening to her men bicker and taunt each other as they straightened up the room.
The way they picked on each other didn’t worry her. For as offensive as some of the taunts were, neither sounded particularly offended, and she guessed they had a long standing ritual of baiting each other. It didn’t mean they don’t care. Malcolm proved it when he chunked something heavy in the dirt near her side.
“Here, I brought your boots and a coat for the angel.”
Something heavy and warm slid down all around her. She could feel big, strong hands adjusting and smoothing the coat over her before pausing. Mike’s voice came over her told her who had been tending to her with such gentleness.
“You know, I think the secret to controlling Mary Anne may be through exhausting her with sex.”
He could wish.
“With two against one,
I think the odds are in our favor,” Malcolm shot back as Mike lifted her up in his arms, cradling her to his chest much like he would a child.
“I ain’t going to force Mary Anne to sleep with Digger,” he stated. “Digger could hurt a woman’s tender feelings real easy. Whatever happens between them or doesn’t, it’s Mary Anne’s decision.”
“I wouldn’t suggest otherwise,” Malcolm returned. “If he wants to be in her bed, she’ll have to invite him there herself, though I do intend to make sure there is limited room and time. No reason to make it easy on our brothers.”
“Nope.” Mike’s long discarded hat sank down around her head, covering her eyes as the brim fell to her nose. “No reason at all.”
“I think I’m going to buy her a hat the next time we go into town. She looks cute in one,” Malcolm commented.
Mike grunted at that. “Looks a mite better than cute when that’s all she’s wearing with them stockings. I’m definitely going to get a whole pile of stockings.”
Mary Anne almost giggled at that. He certainly had a weakness for them and that could only be a useful thing to know. The air turned cool and then cold as Mike carried her out into the barn. It made her realize how much heat they generated with all that activity. Despite the blanket and the coat insulating her, she still shivered and curled deeper into Mike’s arms.
They tightened around her as his weight shifted with each step. She could hear the crunch of the hay beneath their feet and the restless murmurs of the cows, but it was Mike’s words that sent a ripple of excitement through her stomach.
“You know, we probably should set a room up out here for Mary Anne. It would be easier to be creative if we had all the equipment in one room.”
“I thought you managed quite well in the tack room.” The whip of the wind around the barn door’s edge whined into a rush as the door groaned open. The whoosh of cold air washed away the rest of Malcolm’s comment.
