Her hands squeezed tighter, almost choking his cock. His ass gripped the dildo tighter as his breathing quickened. A low guttural moan began to emanate from deep within him. Then, as if his world righted on its axis, Conner arched his hips, clamping his thighs around her, as his cock spasmed in her hand and his hot seed spilled out, spraying her chest. He let out a howl-like cry, exclaiming her name, before falling back against the pillows, spent. She continued to work his shaft with her hands until every drop was milked from him.
Gently, she moved backward, sliding the dildo out of him. Conner whimpered as the head slid out of his sphincter, and a sense of incredible emptiness enveloped him. Leaning down, she cupped his scrotum, lifting it up, and planted a soft kiss upon his tender hole. When she lifted her face, she smiled at him and said, “Now you belong to me.”
Conner just grinned and nodded in agreement.
Chapter Eight
Jack parked his battered old truck outside the Best Lay Hotel. Stretching, he was glad to finally be away from Treasure Cove. Surveying his surroundings, he smiled, for the small town of Celestial hadn’t changed one bit. He loved this town. Growing up closer to Celestial than Treasure Cove, he had more crazy friends than the normal ones. Oh, he loved his buddies from the Cove, but there was just something about Celestial that called to him. Maybe it was because his family was crazier than a three-legged billy goat on a trek in the Andes. Who knew, but looking around, he felt his body relax. He was home.
Grabbing his duffel out of the backseat, he followed Brannon into the hotel. They were immediately greeted by a perky pink-and-yellow-haired pixie wearing a skull and crossbones T-shirt, with lime-green spandex pants. Her bare feet jingled as she walked toward them, thanks to the little bells wrapped around her ankles. Cricket Zazzle-Leaf was still cute as a button, and one of Jack’s dearest friends.
“Cricket!” he shouted, dropping his bag as she threw herself into his arms. Swinging her around, Jack hugged her tight to him, taking in her fresh sunshine smell.
“Jackie,” she whispered, hugging his neck hard. “I missed you. Are you home for good this time?”
Laughing, he set her back down on her little feet and said, “I’m here for as long as I’m welcome. So tell me, how come you’re minding the store and not Pandora?”
“Oh!” Cricket snickered. “She’s hiding from a certain hottie law-cowboy who was spotted over in Treasure Cove the other day. She only came home for the spring solstice, thinking it was all clear. However, the universe is converging, and it’s annoying her. She is holed up over at Rainbow, and Apollo was trying to get her to work for her room and board, but she put her foot down and said no. When Apollo threatened to call the mysterious cowboy, Pandora put a curse on him. Moon Goddess is over there now, because Pandora put a hex on his junk, and you know how Apollo is about curses. He is worried now that his favorite appendage is going to go supernova and explode. Of course, Moon Goddess tried to give him the remedy, but Apollo is refusing to wear the prickly-peat moss cup, because it itches, and Fairy refuses to kiss it and make it better.”
“Well.” Jack grinned. “Thank the goddess this place hasn’t changed.”
“I don’t know. I think we’ve advanced some since you’ve left,” a gruff voice said from behind him. Turning, Jack couldn’t get away quick enough from the larger-than-life man before he pulled him into a hard bear hug.
“Brutus Lightwolf! How in the hell are you, buddy?” Jack asked, slapping the man’s back.
Jack and Brutus had known each other since grade school. Where there was one, the other wasn’t far behind. Constantly in trouble and wreaking havoc between the two towns, together they had broken many hearts along the way. Stepping back, Jack got a good look at his longtime friend. Brutus had grown taller and filled out to gigantic proportions. Standing at over six and a half feet, the man had to be a solid two hundred and fifty pounds of pure muscle. His dark, raven hair fell to his shoulders, but it was always his piercing emerald eyes that captivated anyone who dared to look upon the iron giant.
“I’ve been busy working part-time at night over at the Rainbow Room, but during the day, I’ve been sculpting. I have a show coming up in June. You need to stop by my place and see my new work.”
“I can’t wait. So what are you sculpting this time?”
“Well.” Brutus grinned, and actually blushed. “They’re hard to explain.”
“He’s sculpting boobies, Jackie! He walks around town taking pictures of all of us girls, and then runs home to play with boobies all day.” Cricket huffed and then pointed her dainty little finger at him. “You better not let me find out that you recreated my ta-tas, Brutus.”
Brutus backed up, his face flushing harder. “Yes, ma’am.”
While Cricket berated Brutus on the merits of the female body, Brannon stepped over and whispered, “Did you forget there is a fucking hot Mistress waiting in our room? Wrap up the high school reunion and let’s go get laid.”
Nodding, Jack picked up his duffel and said, “Hate to skip out but little brother and I have some business to attend to. I should be around town for the next couple of days. Maybe we can get together and have some fun like old times.”
“Sure thing, Jack. Only I’m not wearing a dress this time.” Brutus laughed, shaking his hand. As Brutus turned to leave, Jack smiled down at Cricket. “Well, Cricket, since you’re working here for the time being, I’ll see you at breakfast. What room are we in?”
“Oh, Moon Goddess put you guys in the Medieval Suite. It’s on the thirteenth floor.”
“Thanks, sugar britches,” Jack said, heading for the elevator.
“That’s not my name!” she shouted after him.
“Sure it is…it’s written on your ass!” he yelled back just as the elevator doors shut.
* * * *
All Brannon wanted to do was take a nice long shower and sink his cock into Katarina. He hadn’t seen her in three long days, and he missed her. He knew she was getting along with Conner, because the idiot kept him updated every fricking minute, from text messaging to Twitter. Everything from when she smiled at something he said or an inquisitive look he couldn’t read. His brother was getting on his last nerve. All Conner had to do was just be himself and she would like him. He didn’t know why Conner was so hard on himself. He was a good guy, someone who would do anything to protect those he loved. Conner just had low self-esteem. Brannon hoped with him being around Katarina, she might be able to open him up some and break that hard shell he had wrapped around his heart.
Conner didn’t have it easy after that awful night some years ago, and since then, he shut himself off from the world. He stayed cooped up at the ranch and vary rarely ventured into town. Nothing anybody did seemed to sway his younger brother. Brannon just wished he would let it go and move on.
“You think Pussy Kat went easy on him?” Jack asked as the elevator ascended.
“Who knows,” Brannon replied. “She can be sweet as honey one minute and a vixen the next. I guess it all depends on how much she observed him. Conner can be determined when he wants, but generally, he just goes with what everyone wants. He doesn’t like ruffling feathers, and if she caught wind of that, then no. I don’t think she went easy on him. Honestly, I hope she told that boy who was boss and whipped his ass back into reality.”
Chuckling, Jack nodded. “She probably did just that, brother.”
“Well, I just hope she isn’t too tired for us.”
“Amen, brother.”
The elevator doors dinged open. Brannon hurriedly made his way down the hall to the door at the end. Using the key, he opened it to find the room dark, minus the ominous glow from the fireplace. The room was quiet as he and Jack set their bags down and closed the door. Looking about the room, Brannon smiled, knowing that Moon Goddess never did shy away from decorating each room to fit a certain criteria. And thank God for that, because his longtime friend sure did know him to a T. This room was made for them, including Katarina.
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nbsp; Spotting the massive bed, he grinned, looking at the two sleeping bodies curled around each other. From the look on his brother’s face, Conner had received just what he had been wanting, a smile still evident.
“Poor boy looks tuckered out,” Jack whispered, removing his boots.
“Naw…that’s the look of a sexually satisfied man, if you ask me,” Brannon replied, placing his hat on one of the chairs near the fireplace.
“You don’t think she allowed him to strut around like a parakeet, do ya?”
“Peacock, you jackass, Conner loves peacocks.”
“Parakeet, peacock, what’s the difference?”
Growling, Brannon threw his boot at his brother. God, sometimes Jack could be so damn annoying. Growing up with Jack was an adventure. As the elder brother, Jack acted more like an overgrown child than the oldest son. Jack was always getting into trouble instead of doing the right thing. He preferred to live life as he saw fit, never following any rules that society set. More like their mother, Jack was a true free spirit and would never be contained, not by circumstance or tradition. Therefore, it was nice to see his brother so invested when it came to Katarina. Even now, Brannon watched as Jack walked over to the bed, gently touching her face as if she were the most important thing in the world to him.
Brannon almost felt as if he were intruding on something intimate, something so special, he actually turned to look away, giving Jack his privacy.
* * * *
Katarina was dreaming the most delicious dream. Sandwiched between two robust men, they pounded their hard cocks deep into her. Their sweaty bodies mingled with the smell of sex, heightening her senses as she clung to them. She could feel her climax swiftly approaching and went to stretch her legs, only they wouldn’t move. Slowly opening her eyes, she yawned, and then sighed, as the darkness of the room gave nothing away. Her body still tingled from her time with Conner, and even though she was tired, she wanted more.
A lot more.
Trying to move her arms, she couldn’t and realized they were bound to something. Her mind whipped back to a couple of days ago to when Jack had left her restrained to the bed. Huffing, she tried her legs, but yet again, she couldn’t move them either. A soft chuckle from the other side of the room stilled her.
“Conner?” she whispered, trying to get his attention.
“Hmm,” was all he replied.
“Wake up. I’m tied up again.”
“Uh-huh.” He yawned, and then the soft puffs of his snoring became the only sound in the room. She was going to kill him. There she lay, right beside him, tied up again, and her sub lay snoring as if nothing was wrong.
Taking a quick breath, she lay still as a church mouse, hoping that whoever was in the room would give themselves away. Of course, she already had a damn good inkling as to who it was. The only problem was, she hadn’t quite figured out which one. As she lay there waiting to hear one of them give themselves away, she could feel something soft moving against her back. As she moved a little more she realized two things, one, she was definitely tied up, and two, she was naked.
“Aw, Pussy Kat has finally decided to wake up,” said the deep, familiar voice of Jack, who was on her left.
“And she seems quit frisky,” said the younger voice on her right, who was Brannon.
Both of them? Oh God, they were going to tag team her! She hadn’t seen them in three days, and she just knew they weren’t going to be civil and each take a turn. Nope, she knew Brannon well enough, and from the short time she spent with Jack, he was just as impatient. Her night was starting to look exhausting, yet satisfying. All sorts of wicked images came rushing forward into her head, of delicious, nasty, orgasmic sexcapades of bondage, whips, and powerful men, servicing her every need.
Katarina had many faces. At the Pleasure Cave, she was a Domme. A superior woman who could make any man kneel at her feet and beg for more. In town, she was the girl next door, a friend to anyone, always eager to lend a helping hand. However, behind closed doors, when she was just by herself, she yearned for a man who had the stamina, and determination to overpower her, make her submit to him, and if such a man existed, she would willingly abide his every command.
She heard movement from the left side of where she was laying. She wondered what they were up to, but dared not ask. She had no clue what kind of frisky mood they were in, but knowing them both, it was going to be fun and very titillating.
“Are you anxious to see what we’re going to do to you, Pussy Kat?” Jack whispered into her ear. A jolt zinged threw her body. She was not expecting him to be so close. She slowly shook her head back and forth.
“Then by all means, let me show you,” he whispered again with a low chuckle.
“Just one question first, kitty Kat,” Brannon said. “One, two, or three?”
“What?” she managed to blurt out, unsure what he meant.
“I think she meant to say three,” a third voice said, and Katarina moaned, knowing what exactly was going to happen. Conner was awake, and he wanted to play, too. Though he was submissive, he would follow his brother’s leads and do exactly what they told him to as long as he was included in this midnight seduction scene. Just the thought of having all three of them at once had her pussy clenching and her nipples hardening. Her heart picked up its pace, and her breathing increased. She wanted them, all of them, now.
Giving herself up into their care, she clearly said, “Three.” Within in seconds of answering the question, she felt hands running up and down her legs. They shivered with anticipation and need. Another set of hands touched, rubbed, and massaged her exposed chest.
“I can’t wait to show you pleasure as you showed me, Mistress. Don’t worry. I’ll be as gentle with you as you were with me,” Conner murmured close.
“Be good to me, baby, and I’ll repay the favor,” she whispered back, and felt a hand move between her legs, exploring her moist pussy lips.
“No more talking, Conner,” Jack ordered as a forceful pinch to erect nipples had her bowing her back off the bed. Oh yes, this is what she needed. The intense sensation rushed over her body as she lay bound. Her body stimulated and woke to the feelings that were being forced onto her.
“Damn, her cunt is already dripping. I bet it’s as sweet as honey,” Conner said with a lusty voice.
“Let me see how sweet her wet pussy really tastes,” Brannon exclaimed.
The feel of Brannon’s hot, wet tongue exploring the lips of her wet pussy sent shivers up and down her spine. She had had all three of them now, and each had a gift in the bedroom department. Jack could rev up her body faster that a souped-up mustang, and Conner could soften her heart so it felt like butterflies flittered all around her, but Brannon, well, Brannon could subdue her with one lick of his extraordinary, gifted tongue to make her pussy weep with pleasure. A soft lick to one side and then to the other, his mouth tracing the length of each lip, pausing only shortly at the opening of her puckered asshole before taking that long, languid lick up into her core. Her legs squirmed as she could feel his every touch.
She could taste the succulent smell of sex as she drew air in through her open mouth, and she gasped for breath.
“Kitty Kat, I could eat your cream all day,” Brannon exclaimed as he bit piercingly at her clit.
All of a sudden, a firm hand ran through her hair. She gasped again for another breath as her head was forcefully pulled forward. Jack whispered, “You’re going to take my cock lovingly, Pussy Kat, and you’re going to purr in delight. Tell me you want my cock.”
“I do want your cock. I want to suck it, lick it, and swallow it. I want to taste your cream, and bathe in it. Give me your cock, Jack. Give me your cream.” It was then that she tasted it. The unmistakable musk-laden pre-cum of a man, but not just any man. Jack. Slowly, forcefully, he pushed passed her lips, forcing them apart around his hard shaft. Deeper and deeper Jack pushed his cock into her mouth. She thought she was going to gag from the depth, but he pulled back just enough so that
she could breathe and take more of him. He continued this rhythm as she tasted his essence laced with her saliva running from her tongue, down the corners of her mouth onto her chest. Her mouth, now his own personal fuck toy, kept pace with his motion as she licked and sucked the full length of his rock-hard cock.
“Son of a bitch,” Conner growled. “This pussy taste delicious. I’ve gotta know how it feels. I have to know if it feels as good as it taste. Please, Ms. Peacock. Can I stick my cock in your pussy?”
Katarina found Conner’s pleas strangely arousing. There she lay with a Dom’s dick in her mouth and her pet begging for permission to fuck her. It was a first for her, and ironically one she enjoyed. She nodded and began to suck a little harder on Jack’s cock, slurping loudly as he pushed further down her throat. She laid there in the darkness of the room, surrounded by three virile, handsome men wanting to pleasure her, to please her, to command her to do their bidding. Katarina found herself falling deeper down the rabbit’s hole as she let all of her past worries and fears fall away. She felt safe with the Kincaid brothers, so safe she dared hope for more.
As Conner’s hands began to play up and down her legs, she could felt the movement of the bed as he crawled between her spread legs, pressing her deeper into the warm satin sheet under her body. She no longer cared why she was there or the trouble they would all soon be in. All she wanted was more. More of the intense emotions that they were making her feel. She didn’t want it to stop. She wanted it to last forever.
Katarina felt Conner begin to rub against the sensitive nub of her soaked pussy, sliding off and around her clit as if to tease her. Her hips moved as much as he allowed. She wanted the teasing to stop, needing the feel of pleasure he was about to give her.
With a gasp from his mouth, all Katarina could do was scream from the deepest part of her soul, muffled from the hardened cock that was continuing its rhythmic thrusts into her mouth as Conner slid his cock deep into her. The intense pleasure that she felt from his large hard stiff dick as he pushed, thrusting himself into her, became too much. Her hips could not stop as they began to move on their own, helping him delve deeper into her core. Through her muffled screams of pleasure, she could hear the moans from both brothers as they continued to take pleasure from her sweat-soaked body. It was all she could do to suck harder and move her hips along with their motions, wanting to hear the noises her body was being forced to make.
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