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

by Jane Jamison

  But pain wasn’t the right word. At first, the sharp sting hurt, but once the initial pain was gone, it transformed, thrilling her. She’d never understood how anyone could get turned on by spanking or whippings, but she did now. It wasn’t the method by which pleasure was given, but the persons who were giving her that pleasure. She wanted more. More time to explore the new world of Dom and sub. More time to learn how pain could become pleasure. But most of all, she wanted more time to spend with the men she loved.

  She almost said as much, then stopped. If she told them she loved them, what would they say? That she was their submissive, but not the woman they love? She wasn’t sure she could handle hearing them say those words.

  Another swat rattled her, unexpected like the previous one. Putting her head lower, she peeked between her legs to see Ryce behind her.

  “What are you going to call us from now on, baby? Tell me that and tell me your color.”

  “Sir or master, Master Ryce. And it’s green.”

  “Good, girl. But just to be sure that you’ve learned your lesson…” The paddle met her flesh once, then twice more, stinging from her rounded butt cheeks and searing into her legs.

  She cried out, but didn’t move. If they wanted her to stay bent over forever, she would.

  Owen moved in front of her, took her by the hair, and brought her back to a standing position. “Make sure you’re not taking too much. I know you want to please us, but remember, you say red and we stop. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master Owen.”

  At least they cared for her. She’d never allowed any man to speak to her the way they did, much less to strike her. But with them, she sensed an underlying concern for her well-being. They’d never take the play too far, but she’d have to help them recognize how far they could go. Doms didn’t control their subs. Not in the way most people thought of being controlled. They could demand she do things, but their primary purpose was to please her, to give her the gift of emotional release even as they restricted her movements. She’d never completely understood that until that moment.

  “Give me your hands.”

  She did as Master Owen asked, offering them to him. He took the plush tie Ryce gave him, then looped it around her wrists. With one knot, her hands were bound, palms together.

  The noise of metal in movement had her looking upward. Ryce lowered the wide strip of wood from the ceiling, then once it was low enough, flipped it over. Several chains fell toward the floor.

  Owen took hold of a chain with a snap closure on the end and snapped it over the ties binding her hands. “Take it up, Ryce.”

  She watched, still unafraid as he raised the bar. Her arms came above her head until, at last, there was no slack in the chain.

  “Are you still green?”

  “Yes, Master Ryce.” Her breasts thrust forward as she jerked on the chain to test it. The feeling of being restrained, unable to free herself, was oddly exhilarating. She was theirs to take, theirs to command, and she loved it.

  Owen traveled his finger over her breast, pausing just long enough to pinch her nipple, then continued his downward path. He stopped again as his fingers made contact with the waistband of her skirt. He caught her eye, then as the corners of his mouth tweaked up, he tore it from her. She gasped as the hard tug jerked her to the side and the material fell away, leaving her totally exposed.

  “Now that’s what I call a beautiful sight,” murmured Owen.

  His tone was so awed, so reverent, that she felt like a queen with an adoring subject. Did she dare speak? Was it allowed? She hesitated, then realized that if it wasn’t allowed she’d be lucky enough to get more spankings. “Please, I need you to touch me.”

  The sensation of Ryce’s flattened hand against her ass startled her, but brought about her smile. “Please. Fuck me. I need to feel you inside me.”

  “She’s testing us, Ryce.”

  “You think I don’t know it?” Ryce skimmed the back of his fingers along her cheek, then pressed a soft kiss there. “If you want a paddling, just say so.”

  She tossed her head, making her hair dance. “I want that and more.”

  He grinned and spanked her again. “Ask the right way and we might consider it.”

  “Please, masters, please fuck me.”

  The muscle in Ryce’s jaw clenched as he lifted his shirt off his back and tossed it away. “Oh, I’ll fuck you all right. Just as soon as I want to and not a moment before.”

  They were like the sexy men on the cover of a romance novel. Shirts off, jeans falling to just below their abs, taunting her to peek and see what was underneath. “Take off your clothes. I need to see you. Please, masters.”

  “I like the way you asked, but I’ve got something else in mind first.” Owen lowered his hand, delving his fingers between her folds.

  Her body reacted as though she’d been holding back for that exact moment. Trembles raked through her, making it impossible for her to remain still. She jerked on the chain and dragged in breath when he pierced her, his fingers searching deep within her for her special spot.

  She was sent skyward as her body tensed, expecting the impending release. And when he pulled his fingers out, she couldn’t help but growl her complaint.

  “Looks like our little sub doesn’t want to play too long.” Ryce stepped behind her, then sliding his arms around her, cupped her breasts. He nibbled on the curve of her neck and pressed his shirtless body against her skin. The rough material of his jeans rubbed against the small of her back, teasing her as he shifted from one foot to the other.

  Owen dropped to his knees, then hooked one of her legs over his shoulder. “I’m going to eat you out, darlin’. Go ahead and scream. Everybody’s used to hearing women scream here.”

  She’d looked down just in time to see him bury his face against her pussy. Keeping her folds pulled apart, he flicked his tongue in rapid motion over, around, then back over her clit. She cried out again when he added one, then two fingers to her pussy.

  “Do you like what he’s doing, baby?” whispered Ryce. “Tell him how much you like it.” Ryce dug his fingers into her fleshy ass. “Tell him.”

  “I love it. Please, Master Owen, don’t stop.”

  “How about my cock in your ass? Would you like that, baby?”

  “Oh, yes. Please, oh, yes.”

  He leaned back far enough to smack her butt, telling her what she’d done wrong.

  “Yes, sir. Please, sir.”

  The sounds of Owen drinking her juices drove her insane. His fingers were instruments of torture, his tongue a devilish tool of pleasure. She bucked, but couldn’t get away. And even if she had, she would’ve come crawling back, begging for more. Hadn’t she already begged?

  “In a bit, baby.” Ryce left her, striding back to the bureau to dig inside again.

  Owen reached around to take hold of her round ass and bring her pussy closer. His tongue delved into her, only to leave and run up to her clit, circle it in a torturous tease, then return to plunge into her pussy again. Her body shook as she tried to speak, tried to control anything. But she under his command and aching for Ryce to come back.

  “Stand up, Owen.”

  Owen grumbled, but he stood, then grinned. “Good idea.”

  She was about to ask what when Ryce placed a cloth over her eyes. The loss of her sight startled her. “I don’t know what you’re going to do, masters.”

  “That’s kind of the point.”

  Hands skimmed over her body, dipping into places she hadn’t thought sensual. They explored her, caressed her, giving her a strange feeling of being cast out into a new world where she felt nothing but their touches.

  As though her other senses made up for her loss of eyesight, her nerves went on full alert. Her hearing picked up the soft sounds of their whispers, and when first one mouth then another grazed her lips, she tasted more of their flavors.

  All at once, they were gone. She was left, feeling alone with the air conditioning chilling
her skin where once they’d placed their tongues and kisses. “Masters?”

  A different kind of chill, one that was both cold and wet, slithered down her spine. She yelped, tugged at the chain, and turned her head over her shoulder even though she couldn’t see. “What is that, sirs?”

  They didn’t answer. Instead, another cold sneaked around both nipples. She shivered and yet her pussy had never burned hotter. The cold sensation kept coming, first on her nipples again, then one easing across her lips.

  A kiss, torrid and carnal, took away the coldness on her mouth. Instead of leaning back, she pushed forward, diving into the kiss that would sweep heat from her mouth down to meet the burn in her pussy.

  Owen.

  A taste of her still lingered on his lips.

  Then it was Ryce who had tracked an ice cube from her hip over the crease between her leg and her torso. He made its way over her mons, leaving a frosty path to her folds. She expected him to stop there, but he didn’t. Instead, he moved her legs apart, then cupped her and pushed the freezing square into her pussy.

  “Oh, shit.”

  “Green or not, baby?”

  “Green. It’s just a strange sensation. But green, sir.”

  “A good sensation?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  The cube was gone in a moment, mixing the cold with the heat of her juices. Then, just as Owen had done to her lips, Ryce pressed his mouth to her and followed the trail into her pussy. She was alight with the contrasting sensations, alive with the feeling of her men adoring her body.

  Yet as with the ice cube, Ryce’s mouth was gone far too fast. “Unhook her from the chain.”

  Owen unsnapped her bindings from the chain and rubbed her arms, soothing the ache that had set in. “Do you like what we’re doing, darlin’? Want to keep going?”

  “Yes, please. I love it.”

  “Tell us, baby,” asked Ryce, “who’s in control?”

  Was it a trick question? They controlled her body and her actions, her reactions, but wasn’t she really the one with the ultimate control? She could stop everything with one word. And yet, to do so would hurt her as much as it did them. Clarity struck her as she realized the true nature of their relationship. Her purpose in life up until she’d met them was to take care of her sister. And yet, how often had she yearned for someone to take care of her? She’d always take care of Jacee, but now she had a new mission in life. To please her men. In doing so, they’d give her as much pleasure in return and keep her safe within their arms.

  “Answer, sub.”

  Calling her sub didn’t feel humiliating as she would’ve once thought it would. Instead, it made her feel cherished and needed. “We’re all in control. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be?”

  “Our sub is one smart lady.” Owen chuckled, then took her by the arm, and walked her a few feet forward. Lifting her hands, he secured them to a hard pole, then took off her blindfold.

  He’d tied her to the high railing that extended from one bedpost to the other and had taken a seat on the end of the bed. She was pleased to see that he’d shed his boots and jeans. His cock pointed straight at her, the tip of it gleaming with the first of his juices. His hands graced her body with their touch, their caresses. Leaning forward, he kissed the swell of her stomach, then delved his fingers into her sheath. “Easy, darlin’. We both want inside you.”

  Ryce had also gotten naked while her eyes were covered and eased his cock against her leg. The coolness of the lube wasn’t as chilly as the ice cubes. “Let me get you ready, baby.”

  Her breathing quickened as he added the gel to her anus, circling around the puckered skin, then working it in and out, spreading her wider, preparing her for his cock.

  “Come to me, Jewel. Ride me.” Owen lifted her up, bringing her to rest on top of his lap, then leaned backward. His gaze met hers and held as he took one hand to guide his cock into her pussy.

  All the sensations she’d felt earlier paled in comparison to his enormous cock sliding into her. She’d only thought she’d felt alive, but now she realized that being truly alive meant having his cock inside her. The only thing missing was having Ryce’s cock inside her at the same time.

  Owen held her breasts, supporting her as he worked his hips, driving his shaft inside until she was sure he’d pushed to the end of her. He pumped her, his jaw working back and forth. She clenched her pussy, determined to be as tight as possible for him, then rotated her hips.

  “Bro, if you’re going to take her from behind, you’d damn well better hurry. She’s so fuckin’ good, I’m not sure how long I can hold on.” Owen’s laughter rang out. “Not that I give a shit about you getting your rocks off.”

  She rode the wave that was Owen, undulating as she gripped the chain and held on. Carnal, sinful moves drove all other thoughts from her mind as she focused on pleasing her man.

  Yet when Ryce moved his cock between the crevice of her ass, her attention shifted to include him. She was caught between heaven and hell in a place with no name, no meaning other than delightful lust. Ryce plunged into her, harder, driving her toward Owen. Holding her hips, he rested his forehead between her shoulder blades and rode her.

  To be ridden and to ride at the same time, caught between the two men she loved, sent her to another level of existence. Nothing else mattered, not even her sister for a while, as her heart as well as her mind accepted them as her Doms.

  Her body was both tense and loose, moving and still, as her climax inched ever closer to its finish. When Owen roared his release, taking hold of her shoulders to drive her down against his pelvis even harder, she spun out, her mind reeling as her body answered his with her own explosion. Ryce came next, pressing his teeth in a snarled curse against her skin, and letting go.

  Their bodies shuddered their organs’ freedom, shooting their life-fulfilling creams into and over each other. The men she wanted to love forever never let go of her as the final rush of emotions erupted in their joined shouts of orgasms.

  She was limp, unable to move by the time they freed her, removing her from the chain and then untying her hands. Owen brought her onto the bed along with him, then let her curl her body against his. She murmured her thanks as Ryce gathered a soft towel and cleaned her before he took care of himself.

  “Are you okay, darlin’?” Owen’s strong arm held her head. He brushed the hair away from her face and studied her.

  Ryce came to the other side of her and placed his hand on her hip. “Are you?”

  “I don’t know.” All the lies, all the deceit, along with the worry she’d held inside for her sister, came rushing toward her like a thundering wall of pain. Her body had received its release, but her soul, her emotions were still raw. Before she could stop them, tears flowed down her cheeks.

  “Aw, shit. I knew we kept her tied up too long.”

  Owen glared at his brother. “Then why the fuck didn’t you say something?”

  “Why didn’t you think of it, you ass?”

  She couldn’t stop crying. And yet, each tear she shed helped to wash away an agony of guilt, a pain of fear. Her body shook as she let it all out, safe in the arms of her men.

  “Please, baby, tell us what’s wrong. Tell us if you’re hurt.”

  She couldn’t have explained it to them. There were no words to do so. The only thing she could say was the word they’d taught her. “Green. Green.”

  They were confused. She could see it in their eyes, feel it in their stiff bodies. She had to make them understand. How could she stand to see them hurting? And yet, she cried on.

  She wasn’t sure how long they lay with her, holding her, comforting her with their touches and their soft whispers. Yet, at long last, having them beside her made all the difference. Slowly the tears grew fewer until, at last, she was able to speak again.

  “Thank you.” Jewel almost laughed at their incredulous expressions. But it didn’t matter if they understood. As long as they were with her, she’d be all right. “I’m fi
ne. Don’t worry. You didn’t hurt me.”

  “I don’t get it.” Owen sat up, bringing her along with him while Ryce remained on the other side of her.

  “You don’t have to. I’m not sure I could ever explain it. Just know that I’ve never been happier.”

  Ryce checked with his brother, with neither one of them understanding. “If you’re sure.”

  “I’m sure.”

  “Then why’d you cry?” Owen, ever the serious one, studied her.

  “I guess everything hit me at once. I’ve been so worried about Jacee, about lying, and about losing both of you when you finally found out.”

  “But it’s okay now, baby. It’s over.” Ryce caressed her hair.

  “I hope so. I have to make sure Jacee’s going to be okay.”

  A look passed between the men, before Owen asked, “How old is your sister?”

  “Eighteen.”

  “And she’s smart, right?” Owen added. “I mean, she’s learned her lesson, hasn’t she?”

  She remembered the conversation she’d had and what Jacee had said. In a strange way, the threat of the video being released had helped her sister grow up. “Yes. She has. She’s different now. I could hear it in her voice.”

  “Then let her go.” Ryce’s expression was intense, yet it still had a lighthearted quality about it. “As a younger sibling, I can speak from experience. You’ve got to let her grow up on her own. Let her make mistakes and let her correct those mistakes. You can’t take care of her all her life. You’d be cheating her and yourself if you do.”

  Owen let out a low whistle. “Will you listen to him? Not one joke. But he’s right. I know it’s hard to let go. I still have trouble doing that, but it’s what you both need. If she needs it, she’ll ask for your help. Yeah, you’ll worry. That’ll never stop, but you have to get back to being friends and sisters. Make sense?”

  “Yes. It does.” She let out a shaky sigh. “I think that’s part of why I cried. I’m just so relieved.”