Tricking Her Cowboy Doms [Pleasure, Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

She’d yearned to know Ryce and Owen and now was her chance. Was she going to blow it because of fear? Or would something more come out of her time there?

  Was that it? Wasn’t that the real reason she was going along? Could she have a relationship with them? More than what they were offering her? Or, if she gave into her desires, would she find that she liked being a submissive? Their submissive?

  She was letting her dreams enter where they had no right to be. For years, she’d kept them locked away in the recesses of the night to be brought out only while she was alone in her bed. They were better left in the dark.

  But what about her other dreams? The ones that included a man, maybe even more than one man, men who would love her, care for her and keep her safe? Was that even a remote possibility? No, she couldn’t give into her secret desires. Even if Owen and Ryce could come to care for her, they’d find out, sooner or later, about the column and the photos and they’d end up hating her for it. Never taking a chance with them would hurt less than losing them later.

  “Jewel? Are you ready?” repeated Owen.

  Yet, as though she no longer controlled her own mind, Jewel answered the way she wanted to, ignoring the warning signals. “Yes.” It was all she could do to keep back her pleas to fuck her brains out.

  What the hell is happening to me?

  Yeah. Like I don’t know.

  Owen undid her halter top and let the straps fall. At first, she was too afraid to move. She’d never been exposed before, had never even liked wearing a bikini. Yet there she was with the lights shining down on her tits. Men and women nodded and let out appreciative murmurs.

  He cupped her breasts, lifting them as though they were prizes offered to the crowd. She felt the rise of her blush as it burned her cheeks, but held her head high. Although at first she’d found their stares daunting, all at once, she no longer did. Her embarrassment had shifted, leading her to a kind of pride that had her thrusting her shoulders back to jut her breasts out farther.

  “Take your skirt off,” whispered Ryce from his place beside Danni.

  Shit. They expected her to get totally naked.

  “Are you saying green or red, darlin’?”

  Green meant she was good to go. Yellow was cautionary and red meant bringing everything to a total stop. She hovered between green and yellow. What would the members think of her if she stopped? What would Owen and Ryce think of her?

  “Hurry up, Jewelly. I feel like everyone’s forgotten about me.” Danni stood to one side, her arms crossed. The girl’s pout grew bigger when neither Owen nor Ryce looked her way.

  Ryce slid his gaze over Jewel’s body “Take it easy, Danni. Remember, it’s Jewel’s first time.”

  Had he sighed? As though leaving Danni was the last thing he wanted to do?

  He whispered something to the girl who, at first, frowned. But when he whispered to her again, a big grin doused the frown. “Sure, Ryce. Anything for you.” She wiggled her fingers at Jewel, then at the crowd before going down the steps of the stage.

  “Wait. Where’s she going?” Having another girl on stage with her had helped her.

  “Don’t worry. She’ll be taken care of.” Ryce fingered the waistband of her skirt. “I think I gave you an order to strip. Better get to it.”

  She hesitated, once more torn between her craving and her need to stay away, keeping her secret safe.

  “Just relax, baby. You can do this. If you really want to.”

  Whenever she had a doubt, as soon as either Ryce or Owen said anything, her doubt was washed away. All she wanted to think about was the here and now. She’d had enough of worrying for her sister, enough of acting like she was someone else. If for no other reason, she needed this for herself as a distraction and as a release. Wasn’t that what Paul had told her once? That many of the members and employees used BDSM as a way to relax, getting away from the pressures and responsibilities of their lives? Could the same be true of her, too?

  “You can trust us, darlin’. Stop and just listen. If you do, you’ll hear the answer coming from inside you. Listen to your gut and follow it.”

  She closed her eyes and did as he’d suggested. Her answer came in a flash, as an exhilarating revelation. When she opened her eyes again, she found everyone waiting for her decision.

  It’s like being a star. Lights. Camera (no, nix that). Action.

  She stilled, aware once more of how different her situation was to her sister’s. The two things couldn’t be farther apart. She wasn’t being tricked or drugged into anything. And she wasn’t being videotaped, either.

  Pushing thoughts of her sister’s dilemma away, she undid the clasp at the side of her skirt, then pulled the zipper down. The hem loosened around her, then with one quick, unforgettable tug, she sent the skirt to puddle around her ankles. As was the club’s rule, she hadn’t worn any panties. The only piece of clothing she had left were the black boots all the staff members wore.

  Oohs and ahhs echoed around her. She was completely naked in front of a whole lot of people, some she’d never met.

  And she loved it.

  “That’s our good sub.”

  Their sub? But they were only playing. If they really meant she was their sub, then she wouldn’t have known what to do. Instead, she took it to be just something all men said during a scene.

  Applause, their way of showing her appreciation as well as support, came from those in front of the stage. She felt ridiculously happy that she’d pleased them. But more so, one glance at Owen and Ryce told her she’d pleased them, too. The joy overwhelmed her, bringing tears to the forefront.

  How far would she go to please them? She wasn’t sure, but she desperately wanted to find out.

  Chapter Three

  Ryce hadn’t wanted to take Danni into a scene in the first place. They’d asked her to join in more out of a consideration for her feelings than an actual attraction. Unlike Jewel, they didn’t need to test her. She’d done enough with the members to know she could handle it. As for her being the one taking the pictures? He agreed with Paul and his brother. She was sweet, with a heart as big as all of Texas, but she didn’t have the smarts to pull it off. If she was the one taking the photos, it would come as a complete surprise.

  Unfortunately, that meant Jewel was the one under the most suspicion. And the one they needed to test.

  Owen and he had spoken about her almost every night since she’d started work. Purposely holding back, staying away to try and maintain an air of objectivity, they’d watched her, studying the way she moved, seeing her quick smile. It hadn’t taken long before they knew she was perfect to be their sub. Provided they could get her to loosen up and trust them enough to play.

  They hadn’t seen her taking any photos, either. Of course, they hadn’t spent every minute watching her. They were still new to being Doms and having Paul and Destin mentor them. That had meant taking time out to talk with the Casing men as well as watching their friends and how they played with their submissive, Georgia Fox.

  He studied Jewel then, noting how excitement had overtaken the initial alarm in her eyes. He could see how much she enjoyed stripping in front of the crowd. With each passing moment, she became more relaxed, her stiff body relaxing until she was finally standing without her hands covering either her breasts or the strip of hair covering her sweet mound.

  “Color, baby?”

  She hesitated, a sign that she hadn’t understood him. Or maybe she was too nervous and not thinking. Plus, it was only her first time. Maybe she wasn’t a natural submissive, but she was learning and picking it up fast. He took it as a good sign when she’d pleased the audience by removing her clothes. If she learned to trust them, she’d be amazing.

  “Bend over, darlin’.” Owen grabbed one of the black paddles from the toy box.

  Was she ready for a spanking? His gaze flicked over the crowd to land on Carly Rivers, Ron’s and Hank’s sub and soon-to-be wife. Carly had taken a while to get used to spankings because of her abusive p
ast. Did Jewel have a similar issue? Even if she didn’t, not all women enjoyed getting their ass spanked.

  Jewel bent over, putting her head down and pushing her ass out. Her long, silky mane flowed over her face, obscuring it from his vision.

  Man alive, but her ass is fuckin’ great.

  He could see that Owen was thinking along the same lines. Which of them would take her through her back door and which would have his cock buried deep inside her pussy? It wouldn’t matter much. Sooner or later, he’d have her every way a man could take a woman. Although he’d done his best to please other subs in the past, pleasing her was more important.

  Owen worked his jaw back and forth like a man thinking about putting his mouth and his tongue to the rounded globes of her butt. Instead, he reached over, then slipped his hand under her to pinch one of her nipples.

  She let out a squeak of pain, but didn’t jerk up. Instead, she planted her feet farther apart as though daring them to swat her ass. Damn, how he wanted to take the dare.

  “Did that hurt?”

  “A little.”

  She did jump when Owen trailed his other palm over the smooth, unblemished skin of her butt cheek. “Darlin’, one of the first things you need to learn is to call us by our rightful terms of respect. We’re Master Owen and Master Ryce. Do you understand? Or you can call us sir. But it’s got to be one or the other.”

  Another hesitation. If there were any more, he’d start to doubt whether she wanted to continue.

  Paul and Destin had warned him to have more patience. Especially when dealing with a new sub.

  “Yes. Master Owen.”

  “Good, baby. Are you ready to get spanked? I won’t do it very hard to start with. Remember the safe words.”

  Fuck. If Owen went any slower, he’d be moving backward. Ryce had to get in on the playtime. He pulled her hair back and stayed out of the way as his brother tapped the paddle against his other hand. The glossy strands slid across his palm before he closed his fingers around them. Spanking wasn’t any fun if he couldn’t see her expression when the paddle met her flesh.

  The flush on her face, the tears sparkling in her eyes, brought unexpected tears to his. Were her tears from pain? Or could they be from the emotion that often came from this type of experience?

  He’d never had such a visceral reaction to any woman. What other confirmation did he need to know she was the one? He had to touch her, had to feel the warmth of her pussy on his fingers. If he didn’t get to do that soon, he’d die from frustration.

  “Hang on, Owen.” Reaching between her legs, he found her hot core and drove inside. She jerked as though it had come as a surprise, but didn’t complain or resist.

  Her body engulfed his two fingers as he’d hoped it would. Tender flesh, flesh strong enough to hold him inside, fluttered around his fingers. His thumb found her hot little clit and started rubbing.

  Holy shit, but she felt even better than he’d thought she would. She was heaven in the body of a woman. A woman who was obviously turned on and wanting more. Tasting her would put him over the edge, even to the point of coming in his jeans. He gritted his teeth, bracing himself against the throbbing of his fully erect, painfully enclosed cock.

  Watching her face was like watching a woman on the throes of her first climax. She closed her eyes and parted her lips and he caught a vision of her lying on her back, her legs wrapped around his waist as he plunged his shaft into her pussy. She was lost, controlled by the simple movement of his digits.

  “Easy, baby. I wouldn’t want you to come too soon.” But if she did, he’d throw her on her back and drink her cream.

  Her eyelids jerked open and she widened her eyes.

  Hadn’t she expected he’d get her off? Either with his hand, his tongue or his cock?

  “Please.”

  “Please what?” Getting her used to calling him master or sir was important. That little feat would lead the way for more submissive acts.

  “Please, Master Ryce. I want to come.”

  He smiled, relieved that she was already calling him master so quickly. His cock stretched longer, harder at her acceptance. Staying in control, however, was a necessity. She was theirs to take care of and to protect as much as to please.

  “Just take it one step at a time. Owen’s going to spank you. Are you ready?”

  “I think so, Master Ryce.”

  Again, he was pleased that she’d remembered to add the title. Owen was near the edge, ready to give her what she’d soon find out was a perfect blend of pain and pleasure. Showing that she wanted to submit to them was the first hurtle to becoming their submissive. They’d need to learn from each other, defining the terms of their relationship, but that would take time. Even if it took a lifetime, he was more than willing to give her however long she needed.

  Owen placed the paddle’s flat surface against her butt cheek. She reacted again, but only slightly.

  “Breathe, Jewel, and don’t worry. He’ll take it easy for now. Be sure to keep your balance with your hands on your knees.”

  Owen checked with him and he nodded, telling him she was ready. Other Doms and their subs might take things faster, but he wanted to make sure they didn’t make any mistakes. She was newer to the club than they were, but they were by no means pros. That, and the fact that she could mean so much more than any woman they’d ever known, made him more than anxious to treat her in the correct way.

  Owen drew back his hand and brought it back, slapping the paddle against her butt cheek with a resounding whack. She yelped and he grabbed her arm, making sure she wouldn’t fall forward.

  He couldn’t believe what he felt with his other hand. She’d squirted, coming at the exact moment she’d gotten spanked. He turned to his brother. “Spank her again, man. She just came on my fingers.”

  Owen’s eyebrows went up along with his wicked grin. “Damn. So fast.” He paddled her again, turning her other cheek a quick flash of pink that spread outward from the rectangular pattern of the paddle’s shape. The pleasing jiggle of her butt added to the sinfully beautiful sight.

  She moaned, then licked her lips. Her eyes were closed again, and the ecstatic look on her face was the most beautiful sight in the entire world. Nothing could compare with her reaction to the perfect mix of pain and delight. If he wasn’t careful, he’d lose it, then take her whether she wanted him to or not, violating both her and the club’s rule.

  Owen centered the paddle again, swatting her once, then twice more. Again, she let out a soft moan and her juices flowed over Ryce’s fingers like honey dripping from a beehive. He motioned for Owen to stop, then brought his fingers out and lifted his hand.

  “Fuck, yeah. Taste her.”

  He didn’t need Owen’s encouragement. Putting his fingers inside his mouth, he drew off her elixir, closing his eyes to savor the flavor. She tasted better, sweeter than pure sugar. She was a drink he could get drunk on and never want to sober up.

  “How is she?”

  “How do you think? Fuckin’ amazing, man.” As much as he enjoyed watching her get spanked, he needed more. Besides, they didn’t want to push her too far on her first time. He stood, bringing her along with him, then put his hand between her legs again. Once his hand was again covered, he brought it to her lips. “Have you ever tasted yourself?”

  “No, sir.”

  Sir wasn’t as good as master, but she was more familiar with it, having to call both members and Doms by the title. He wouldn’t chastise her, but hoped she’d soon feel just as comfortable calling them by the other title.

  “Then open up.”

  She did, taking his fingers into her mouth. Her tongue whipped around his fingers in what was a foretelling of how she’d feel encircling his cock. Sucking her juices until he knew there would be nothing left, she popped his fingers out of her mouth, then smiled. “Can I taste you?”

  Aw, hell, yeah.

  Owen dropped the paddle, then picked up the cuffs he’d clipped to his belt buckle. “Sounds
like an invitation to me. If you don’t take her up on it, I will.”

  “Damn, man. I didn’t know you were horny for me.”

  Ryce and Jewel laughed along with everyone else. The utter embarrassment that hit Owen was funny as hell. “Fuck. You know what I meant. Her tasting my cock. Not me…Shit.”

  Ryce loved razzing Owen. It was just so damn easy sometimes. He was the jokester and often his brother was the brunt of his jokes.

  “Just put the cuffs on her before you say something else stupid,” joked Ryce.

  “Fuck you.” Owen had his finger up, stopping him before he could get the next joke out. “Just shut the hell up, man.”

  Ryce lifted his hands up to defend himself. “What? I didn’t say anything?” Yet.

  Owen took her arms and pulled them behind her back. He snapped the cuff in place. “Color?”

  “Green, Master Owen.”

  “Good.” Ryce skimmed his thumb along her lips, wiping away a tiny trail of juice. “I want to feel me inside you again. But not with my fingers. Get down on your knees.”

  She didn’t hesitate, sinking to her knees with his help. He was in pain as his cock pushed against its confines. With her gaze level with his crotch, he yanked his shirt free of his jeans, undid his belt and buckle, then opened the flaps wide, allowing his cock to jerk outward.

  Her eyes widened as he stepped forward, thrusting his curved cock toward her face. If she didn’t want to give him pleasure that way, as some women didn’t, he’d understand. It would break a small part of him, but he’d do whatever he needed to make her happy. After a quick glimpse up, she licked her lips, making his cock twitch.

  Did she like what she saw? Was he big enough? He’d never worried about what the woman thought before, but then again, she wasn’t like other women. She was special. The way Owen looked at her, the way his body responded to her, told the truth of it. They lusted after her, but it was more than simple carnal need. She’d be their submissive, but even that didn’t tell the whole story. But what? Could it be the beginning of love?

  Fear mixed with unbridled joy. They’d found her. The one woman who would make them hers just as they would claim her as their own. The gravity of the responsibility daunted him, but he wouldn’t step back from accepting it. To do so would mean losing her.