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

by Jane Jamison

  “We have to learn how to respect each other and how to please each other. As our woman, you’ll test our limits and we’ll teach you just how far you can push. You can’t be a weak woman and be our submissive. We won’t break you, but it won’t be good enough for any of us if you don’t learn to take orders.”

  Ryce fondled her butt cheeks, making it difficult for her to think. “Remember what they say at the club? Safe, sane, and consensual. We’ll never ask you to do anything you don’t really want to do. And if we do? Then all you have to do is use the word red. Red for stop. Yellow for caution and green to tell us you like what we’re doing. You remember about the colors, right?”

  “Yes.”

  Ryce’s grip tightened on her ass, sending a quick stab of pain into her. “Yes what?”

  She’d forgotten. “Yes, sir.”

  “It’s sir or you can call us Master Owen and Master Ryce.” Owen’s tongue whipped over his lips. “And we can keep that strictly when we’re involved in sex or we can do the whole twenty-four-seven lifestyle. We’ll discuss it once you’re ready to commit. But first things first. Say it. I want to make sure you understand who’s in charge of you.”

  “Sir, you are.”

  He clutched her hair, making her yelp with the fresh flash of pain. “Tell me how much you want me.”

  “I want you so much. More than any man I’ve ever known. Sir.”

  “Tell my brother how much you want him. Tell him what you want him to do to you.”

  She couldn’t turn enough to see Ryce, but looked at Owen, saying it as though he was standing in for his brother. “I want him—”

  “Tell him. Not me.” He turned her hair loose, allowing her to look at Ryce.

  “I want you to fuck me, sir. Master Ryce, I need you to fuck me.” The word master felt strange coming from her, but he was her master. Both of them were. And she? Was she their submissive? Her body screamed the answer, ignoring the complaints rumbling inside her mind.

  Yes. I am.

  “In the pussy or the ass, darlin’? Tell me how you like it.”

  She hoped it wouldn’t make a difference, but she told him the truth. “I don’t know. I’ve never had it in the ass before, sir.”

  Ryce nibbled on her shoulder, then slicked his tongue along her skin. “Tell us you want us again. I don’t think I can ever get tired of hearing you say that.”

  How many times would she need to tell them? They knew it. If they had eyes in their heads and ears to hear with, they knew it. And yet, she had no choice but to say the words. “I want you. Both of you.”

  Another quick pinch on her butt came and went. And yet, unlike before when it had caught her off-guard, this time she enjoyed the sharp flash of sting.

  “I want you, sirs.”

  Damn, how she wanted them. Now that he’d mentioned it, she remembered them watching her. Every time she’d seen their gazes resting onto her, she’d come alive. Both her heart and her body had wanted them. Her head had kept her from acting on the urges. That and the secret she’d still have to keep to herself.

  Could she really become their submissive and keep that locked away forever? But she couldn’t tell them. Which meant she could never stay, could never truly give herself to them until she told them the truth. Then they’d have to tell the Casing men and she’d get kicked to the curb. She had enough for the damn article, but the thought of leaving the Killian men behind made her breath hitch in her throat and her chest tighten.

  She was a fool to think she could ever have a chance with them. If the truth didn’t come out soon, it would eventually. She had to leave. For their sakes as well as her own.

  But understanding that was easier than acting on it.

  In one swift move, Owen undid her halter top and let the straps fall. She gasped, but when he caught her hands, she didn’t fight him.

  “No.” His gaze took her breasts and heated them. “Don’t you see? You aren’t resisting me. Instead, I can see it in your eyes. You want this as much as we do. You said as much.”

  He was right. Resisting them was out of the question. She could fly to the moon as easily.

  “Kiss me, sub.”

  She didn’t hold back. Instead, she reached up, took hold of his hair with both hands, and brought his mouth to hers. Kissing him hard, every nerve in her body came alive, begging for more attention. Her nipples pebbled as they brushed against his hard chest. A flood flowed between her legs. She spread them, balancing against Owen’s hard push and Ryce’s hand traveling into her crevice.

  Owen’s tongue raked the inside of her mouth, possessing her in a way she’d never thought a tongue could do. He nibbled at her lip, then grabbed her wrists and broke her hold on him.

  He was breathing hard when he stepped back and sought her eyes. “Damn, woman, when you let go, you let go.”

  “Did I do something wrong, sir?” Sir seemed to fit them. Master did as well, but she wasn’t sure she could use the term yet. It was a wonder she could speak at all. Her lips felt swollen, prompting her to press her fingers to her lips to be sure.

  Owen’s gaze fell to her breasts again and a groan escaped him. “What’d you bring, Ryce?”

  A similar groan came from Ryce as he picked up the rope he’d brought along. She’d been so engrossed in the men that she hadn’t noticed the items he’d gotten from his pack. Along with the rope, he’d brought along a tube of lube, two short strips of leather, and a red-and-white handkerchief.

  Had they planned on finding her? She smiled. Of course they had. What cowboys carried a tube of lube around on horseback? There was only one main road leading to the club. They had to have known she’d come along at some point.

  “Let’s try out the rope first.” Ryce’s tone was harsh as though he’d been shouting. Or dragging in breaths.

  She shivered, not at the breeze wafting over her skin, but at the idea of being captive. Still, she was ready.

  “You look hesitant, baby. What’s your color?”

  Color? At first she forgot. “Green, sir. Aside from getting cuffed on stage, I’ve never been tied up before, but I want to try.”

  Understanding sparked in Owen’s eyes. “We said we wanted you, but know this. We’re not looking for a servant or a fuck toy. If that’s all we wanted, we could find a dozen of them at the club. It’s you we want. No one else.”

  She was surprised to feel the burn of tears. No one had ever said anything so sweet to her.

  Ryce laid his head on her shoulder in a move that shouldn’t have seemed tender, and yet was. “Trust us, Jewel. Trust us not to ever hurt you. I know I talk a lot about trust, but it’s the foundation between a sub and her Doms.”

  Guilt swamped her harder than ever before.

  “We want to know all of you. Not just your body, but your heart and soul, too. Being our submissive means you can let yourself be vulnerable and trust we’ll never harm you.”

  “I’m ready, sirs.”

  Ryce handed one end of the rope to his brother. “Don’t worry. We won’t tie it too tight. Plus, it’s a worn rope so it’s not as rough as ones we’d use on the ranch.”

  She nodded, then fought a flash of panic as they wrapped the rope around her body. Owen snared her breasts, circling them with the rope so that they stood up and out, her nipples pointing straight at him. He continued working with Ryce, taking the rope around her neck, then around her waist until Ryce pulled her arms behind her and put her palms together. He finished binding her hands, then secured the rope. She tugged, testing its limit, and found she could move a little. If she really wanted to, she could escape. But there was no need. She trusted them to listen to her colors.

  Being bound was different than she’d expected. She’d thought she’d feel humiliated and fearful. Instead, she felt empowered, knowing she was giving them pleasure. Her arms ached a bit, but the rope was soft enough that it wasn’t abrasive. Even if it were, she doubted she would’ve stopped. The look in their eyes was enough to keep her going. The excitement
she’d felt moments earlier soon dwarfed in comparison to the passion overwhelming her.

  Were they right? Was she the one woman they’d waited for?

  She already knew they were the men of her dreams. They were strong, commanding, confident men, but they were so much more than that. Even as their hands swept over her, finding every erogenous zone, they knew exactly how to make her body sizzle. If that was what being their submissive was like, she could only wish that she’d given into them sooner.

  But what about the future? She brushed the thought away. For now, she couldn’t think about how they’d react once they found out.

  The blood pounded in her ears when Owen took a nipple into his mouth and wrapped his hand around her neck. Instead of being afraid of choking, she loved the sensation of his fingers enclosing her neck. She felt loved, adored, and…claimed. She arched back as far as she could, thrusting her breasts against him.

  Ryce dropped to his knees behind her, pushed her skirt up, and spread her cheeks. His tongue dipped into her dark hole as his thumbs kept her open. She’d never had anyone kiss her there before. Had, in fact, thought it dirty and disgusting, but again, they proved her wrong. He replaced his tongue with his fingers. Her butt cheeks clenched instinctively as he worked his fingers in and out, preparing her body as they were preparing her mind for submission.

  Owen nipped at her breasts, laying sweet, sharp bites along her flesh. She trembled, loving the way the pain changed into stabs of delight. “Please, sir, bite me. I want you to leave a mark.”

  “Why, darlin’? Tell me why.”

  At first she was at a loss to find the answer. But when it finally came, she realized she’d known it all along. She’d seen other women at the club with bites and other marks on her skin and she wanted her own to show off. “I want everyone to see what you did to me.”

  “But why do you care if they see?”

  He was pushing her, but she didn’t mind. In fact, she loved it. If what they were doing was teaching her to be a submissive, then she was glad they wanted to teach her. “Because I want them to know that I’m—” She paused, uncertain if it was the correct word. And yet, was there any other? “I want them to know that I’m loved.”

  Owen pulled back, then kissed her quick and hard on the lips. “You are loved. Believe it. Trust in it.”

  Again, the cruel hand of guilt wrapped around her. She was wrong to keep it from them, but she was too afraid not to. Again, more determined than before, she forced away thoughts of her betrayal.

  Owen lifted her breast, slid his tongue over the rise of it, then nipped at her. When he glanced up, she gave him a look that said it all.

  Can’t you do any better?

  He chuckled, then bent low. And bit her.

  She cried out, an exhalation of joy that he’d marked her. Another cry followed as he gave the same attention to her other breast. The hand he’d had on her throat covered her mouth and smothered the sound.

  “Careful. We wouldn’t want anyone to hear.” Ryce laughed, then skimmed his own teeth over her butt cheek. “How about down here?”

  “Please, sir. Bite me.”

  He gave her what she wanted, bringing his teeth down on her skin. More pain erupted inside her, shooting outward to swallow her whole. She cried out yet again.

  “Are you saying green, baby?” Owen’s concern showed in his eyes and on his face.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good.” Ryce got to his feet and stepped to the side of her.

  She caught a glimpse of his hand a second before it connected to her butt. A different kind of hurt sang out as his palm struck her flesh, rippling it outward to send the sting along with it. Again, he struck out. Then again and again.

  “Bend over, baby. I want a good look at your asshole while I color your pretty ass pink.”

  She did as he ordered with Owen helping to steady her. Another strike came and went. Her butt warmed under the strikes, but her pussy took most of the heat of the spankings.

  “Do you like it?”

  When she didn’t answer fast enough, Owen grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. “Answer him, sub.”

  “I like it, sir.”

  “Then tell me to spank you again.”

  “Please, sir, spank me again.”

  “Harder?”

  “Yes, yes. Harder.”

  Again, Ryce struck her, harder still, turning pain into burning agony. But it was an agony she’d longed for. An agony that made her feel powerful, strong, and strangely, in control. After all, she’d been the one who’d wanted it. She’d been the one to get him to do it.

  “Let’s get you naked.” Ryce undid her skirt and let it fall to the ground. “Damn, but she’s got a hot ass on her.”

  “And a sweet mouth, too. A mouth I want to sink my cock into.”

  Her hunger knew no bounds. How could it as she watched Owen toss his hat to the ground then follow it with his shirt? His chest was a tanned mass of muscle, his brown nipples daring her to reach out and twist them. Would he enjoy a little pain? She yanked on her arms, wanting to get free and find out.

  His abs tightened, his arms flexed as he undid the belt and buckle. She yearned to help him as he pulled the flaps open, giving her a tantalizing show of the hard lines of his body that drew her gaze toward his cock. Whimpering, she tried to relay her need and to make him hurry, but he only smiled a knowing smile and took his time.

  “Please, sir.”

  He tilted his head to the side. “Please what?”

  “Please, let me suck on your cock.”

  “All you had to do was ask. Just hold on a little longer.” He toed off his boots, then shoved his jeans to his ankles before kicking them to the side. “On your knees, woman.”

  It was Ryce’s turn to help steady her. He almost wasn’t fast enough as she fell to her knees, dying to get a taste of Owen.

  His cock was long, thick, and perfectly curved at the end. It was as if it had been designed exactly to a female’s specifications. Pre-cum glistened on the mushroomed head and bluish-purple veins lined its long length. His balls, large and enticing, ached for her to play with them.

  “Please.” She’d forgotten to call him sir in her desperate need.

  “Here you go.” Owen eased forward. “Watch the teeth. Unlike you, I don’t want to get bitten.”

  She drew him in, closing her eyes to savor his flavor as it burst into her mouth. If he tasted so good already, how much better would he taste when he shot his wad? She vowed she’d find out. Lazily, she wrapped her tongue around his cock and barely flinched when he clutched a hunk of her hair and held her to him.

  “Fuckin’ shit. She knows how to use her tongue.”

  “Then shut up and enjoy, bro.”

  She jerked as Ryce positioned himself behind her, then smeared some of the lube onto the tight rings of her asshole.

  “I’ve waited long enough to get my cock inside her butt. I’m not waiting a second longer.” His fingers plunged into her, spreading her, getting her ready. Around and around, in and out, he went until her asshole screamed for his cock. Then, putting his cock at her dark hole, he eased his way inside. “Take it easy and breathe. That’s it. You’re doing great.”

  She tensed up at first, forgetting to suck on Owen’s dick for a moment. Then, as though her body recognized his, she relaxed. Ryce slipped his cock deeper inside her, his fingers digging into her flesh as he began to pump.

  If there was a heaven on earth, she was there. Owen tasted like a wild mix of steel, musk, and masculinity. There were no right words to describe how it all felt. Trying to understand the turmoil of emotions whirling inside her was beyond her abilities. All she could do was to let it happen and enjoy the physical sensation taking her and sending her flying.

  The combination of Owen’s cock sliding in and out of his mouth, his hips thrusting back and forth was the perfect match to the sensation of Ryce’s cock filling her as his thighs bumped into the back of her legs.

  The
sounds of their moans and sighs mixed with the songs of birds overhead. She couldn’t have asked for a better place. The sun sparkled through the leaves of the trees overhead, giving them lights to dance over their bodies.

  In and out, they plundered her body, taking what was already theirs. Her jaw grew tired, but she wouldn’t give up. Not until she’d given Owen what he needed.

  Ryce leaned over her, sliding his hand up and down her spine and murmuring soft words. He was taking his time, and yet she could feel his body tensing as he reached around to fondle her breasts.

  She was there to please her men, to become their sub. What they’d told her before had made sense in a logical way, but it wasn’t until now that she fully understood, fully took what it meant to be a submissive into her soul and her heart. She’d doubted them when they’d told her she was their sub. But once they’d shown her, she’d realized they’d been right all along.

  Ryce’s strangled groan warned her that he was near the end. Hollowing her cheeks around Owen, she sucked harder, using her tongue to tease the underside of his cock. If her hands hadn’t been tied, she would’ve cupped his balls and taken him to the finish that way.

  They came together, surprising her in their intensity. Owen’s hold on her hair hurt even more, and she whimpered, but she doubted he heard her over the roar of his release. Her yearning for a taste of his cum was finally satisfied as he shot his cream into her mouth. She drank him down as fast as she could, but couldn’t get her fill. He was so fast, so musky sweet, so much that she knew there was no way to drink all of him.

  “Damn, not yet.”

  And yet, Ryce had no choice. He’d already been close to the finish, but Owen’s cry of release had pushed him over the edge. Slamming into her two more times, he added a slap to her butt, then leaned back, going to the ground and pulling her on top of him before he let his climax fly.

  She was close to her own orgasm, but not quite there. Should she tell them? Was that something a Dom cared about? Her arms ached, but it was the raging swirl of need inside her that needed the most relief.

  Owen pulled away, then stumbled over to the edge of the water. He walked into the cool liquid and began washing himself. “I’ll be there in a minute, Jewel.”