Deception [The Masters Series 1] (Siren Publishing LoveEdge)

by Rebecca Joyce

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  Mary Jane gasped when she felt the coolness of the ice and hot wetness of his tongue. When he ran his tongue up her inner thigh, she groaned. He wasn’t going to just drive her crazy, she then decided. No, he was not going to be happy until he had her begging for what he promised. Every time he tied her up, it just seemed to get more and more intense.

  “Oh, sweetheart, you taste delicious,” he whispered.

  “Please…” she whimpered, wanting so much to remove her hands, but knowing if she did, he would stop.

  “All in good time, baby,” he promised as he reached up her naked body, lightly pinching her hard nipples. She gasped as pleasure shot down to her inner thighs. When she finally started to plead with him, he lifted his head.

  “Please, Zac, no more playing around. I’ll do anything you want.” She moaned.

  “Well that sounds promising. Anything I say?” he said after giving the crease of her leg a slow lick.

  “Yes, anything. Just finish.”

  “Just remember you said that, sweetheart,” he said with a grin as he buried his face in her bare pussy. She squealed as pleasure shot through her. She stiffened when she felt his tongue repeatedly lave her hard little clit. She groaned even louder as she felt the surge of her climax coming. Then he pulled his mouth away.

  “You promised to never tease me,” she pleaded.

  “When did I promise that? I don’t remember ever saying I wouldn’t tease you. Besides, having my wicked way with you is so much fun,” he said before sliding three of his callused fingers into her hot, moist hole. Leaning back down, he spread her wet pussy lips with his free hand and fluttered the end of his tongue against her clit. Immediately Mary Jane jerked. She panted as pleasure raced through her. This was the reason she loved being tied up. Zac could do anything he wanted with her body and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.

  “You’re almost there, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he teased, pulling his fingers out, ignoring her wail of protest. “This is why I love to tie you up. You love having me tease you endlessly. And when I have your sexy little ass tied up there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”

  “Zac, please no more. Please let me come. I need you.” She panted as he pulled two more ice cubes out of the tray. She watched with disbelief as he parted her folds with his free hand. She flinched when she felt the ice cubes against her. She tugged even harder against the headboard when she felt two of his fingers push them inside of her.

  “Oh my God!” she gasped. “It’s too cold!”

  “Let me check,” he said with an evil grin.

  “What are you going to do?” she asked breathlessly. Instead of answering her, he pulled her pussy lips open and attacked her throbbing clit and she screamed, “Zac!”

  If she had bothered to look down at him, she would have seen the satisfied look on his handsome face. Sealing his mouth tightly to her mound, he hummed softly to give her stimulated bud even more pleasure as he stabbed at her hot clit. With his other hand, he started slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of her clinging sheath.

  “Oh, Zac! Yes,” she gasped as she felt the tingle of her release start in her outer thighs. Zac growled deep in his throat and pulled his mouth away. Blowing gently on her throbbing clit, he smiled.

  “Oh please no!” She moaned as she felt her climax ebb away, just out of reach.

  “Patience, sweetheart, pleasure is earned,” he teased.

  Mary Jane panted. Zac liked to play. Actually, he liked to play a lot. Sometimes he could get away from himself and his teasing felt like torture. Zac was good at building her up and then right before she found her release, he would back away, let her calm down, and then start all over again, just to repeat the process several more times. Orgasm denial was a useful tool in BDSM, and she knew that, but when she was on the receiving end of it, sometimes she wanted to turn the tables on him and let him know just how it felt.

  “When I finally push you over the edge, baby, I’m gonna fuck the hell out of your tight little pussy, you know that, don’t you?” he said as he slowly started fingering her again. “I bet you’ll come even harder all over my hard cock as I ram my stiff rod deep into your juicy cunt.” He groaned as he watched his words push her closer to the edge.

  “Oh yes, please, Zac, I want that,” she begged him. “I need to come so bad.”

  “Bad enough to say yes to anything I want?” he asked as his fingers stopped.

  “Yes, anything you want. Just let me come,” she sobbed as her building climax stopped again.

  “All right, baby, I will give you what you want. Just remember what you said,” he said before lowering his hot mouth between her spread lips again. She squealed as he pulled her throbbing clit into his mouth and fluttered the tip of tongue against it.

  “Yes!” she screamed as her orgasm approached hard and brutal. Zac hummed against her clit, grabbed her ass with his free hand, and pinned her exploding sex against his face. Mary Jane could do nothing but scream as her release rolled over her explosively.

  * * * *

  Zac growled happily as she sagged against her bonds. Scrambling to his knees, Zac lifted her hips in his hands and slammed all ten inches of his thick, rock-hard shaft into her spasming depths.

  “Oh fuck me,” he groaned. All she could do was squeal as her climax slammed through her even harder. “You’re so fucking hot and wet, baby.”

  Zac began thrusting in and out, her tight little body suctioning him deeper and deeper into her. She was sex, all hot, wonderful sex, and she belonged to him. All she could do was moan as he plowed harder in and out of her wet pussy.

  “Come again, baby!” he ordered harshly.

  She moaned as her first multiple orgasm burst over her.

  “That’s it, sweetheart, give me your cream,” he hissed. “Soak my cock with your juices.” She thrashed helplessly against her bonds as another orgasm burst through her. Zac growled happily as her cunt gripped his cock tightly. Leaning down, he bit her nipples just hard enough to send her soaring again.

  “More!” she screamed. When her flesh finally began to unwind from her orgasm, she could do nothing but gasp. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked up into his face. Zac looked into eyes of raw hunger and desire, and his cock grew even harder.

  “Are you ready for more?” he asked her softly. When Mary Jane realized that he was still rock hard inside of her, she gasped.

  “No more.”

  “Aw, baby, but I was just getting started.” He growled and grinned devilishly as he started to thrust again. She could only wither in her bindings as he felt her flesh respond once again. “I think you do want more,” he said smugly.

  Zac kept thrusting until he felt her respond and then stopped.

  “Why?” she gasped, almost moaning.

  “Because I can,” he said as he lay lightly on top of her. “I won’t start unless you lay absolutely still. That means no moving.”

  “I can’t,” she sobbed.

  “Yes you can, baby,” he scolded. “My baby does everything I ask her. Remember?” he whispered in her ear. Taking a deep breath, Mary Jane calmed down enough to be still. Zac smiled wickedly, knowing that she wouldn’t be still for long, as he started to pull out. He stopped just short of his head and left it in her entrance.

  “Please,” she whispered hotly.

  “Then be still, and I’ll give you everything I got,” he said as he slammed back into her. She managed to keep from moving for about two strokes before it got to her and she thrust her hips back up against him. Immediately he stopped. Crying out, she tried to stop moving.

  Zac growled deep in his throat, ten minutes later when he grabbed her withering hips. She had done remarkably well, all considering, but now she was too hot to hold still. Unless he turned the hose on her, nothing but a hard fuck was going to calm her down. Moreover, he was too hot himself to drag himself away to go and get the hose.

  “Zac, damn it, fuck me hard!” she yelled at
him, tugging furiously at her bonds.

  “What do you say, baby?” he whispered naughtily.

  “Please, fuck me, now!” she begged.

  “Oh yes, baby, I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk!” he hissed. Then he started slamming in and out of her. Her body tensed from his ferocious attack, as her peak loomed nearer and nearer. Reaching under the pillow while he plunged in and out of her, he found the vibrator that he had placed there last night, knowing he was going to need it first thing this morning. Switching it on, he thrust it between their bodies and placed it on her clit.

  Mary Jane groaned when she heard the vibrator turn on. Tensing, she tried to buck him off her. The last time he had used it on her Mary Jane had come so hard she cried as if it hurt, then fell blissfully into a deep sleep. That’s what he wanted again. He wanted her exhausted so she rested for what she was going to need to do. Zac growled happily as he felt her fight it.

  “Don’t fight, baby. It’s only gonna be that much more intense when it happens.”

  “I can’t!” she pleaded as her peak grew closer and closer.

  “Yes,” he hissed as he pressed the head of the vibrator even harder on her clit. “Come!”

  She cried out helplessly as she came harder than she had all morning.

  “Yes, baby. That’s it. Just like that. Come all over me!” he yelled, thrusting harder.

  Zac continued to pound against her and heard her whine. He panted as his hips flew into overdrive. She squealed and arched up against her bonds. She went wild as her orgasm started. “That’s it, Mary Jane, come again. Come, right now,” he bellowed as his cock started to shoot rope after scalding rope of cum into her thrashing body.

  She screamed at the top of her lungs as the explosive orgasm whipped back and peaked again. This time he did nothing but groan happily as his body continued to spew. Zac gasped heavily as he tried to catch his breath as the last drop of cum dribbled out of the head of his cock. Mary Jane’s tiny little body heaved greatly as she gasped for breath under him. Reaching down next to the bed after he undid her bonds, Zac lay down next to her and gathered her in his arms as he asked, “Do you remember promising to do anything I asked, baby?”

  “Hmm,” she said sleepily.

  “Sweetheart, look at me,” he whispered. Mary Jane opened her eyes and Zac smiled, and then asked, “How do you feel about whips?”

  “What?”

  Chapter Seven

  The noonday sun was beating down on Garret as he drove up the mountain to the small shack that he and his brothers deemed their clubhouse. It had been years since he had stepped foot in the small dwelling, and he was actually shocked to learn that the structure was still standing. Well, at least that’s what Chip told him this morning before he left the house for chores. He couldn’t stay at the big house another second, listening to Zac and Pandora going at it like rabbits. Of course, he didn’t begrudge them the moment, he had seen to it that they were apart. It was only right they got to make up for lost time, even if it rankled him. He had made a mess out of everything, and now, he saw no way to fix it. He could try to come clean with the both of them, but that would mean opening a side of himself he had shut many, many years ago, and he just didn’t feel like opening that can of worms.

  He knew he had issues. Hell, Momma Love had his ass in therapy three days a week right after he arrived at the Walking Horse Ranch. Thank God none of his other brothers had ever found out about that. The repercussions from that information would have made his life even worse, but Momma Love gave him her word, and she’d kept it. The only problem was that he knew eventually it was going to come out and he wasn’t ready to deal with it all. He knew there was no way to sweet talk them both into forgiveness. There really was no forgiveness for what he’d done.

  Garret stayed up most of the night, trying to figure out a way to fix the problem he’d created. Even though each idea he came up with had merit, none of it would work. He had lost their trust, and in the South, trust was gold.

  For one second, he thought he could persuade them in a way that not only benefited him but them as well, and then he would figure out a way to move on, but nothing came to mind, so he quickly dropped it. Then he thought of Pandora, his runaway submissive. He wanted to punish Mary Jane for her disobedience. Well, he wasn’t going to actually punish her, but the thought of making her life a little unbearable for a while did tickle his fancy, but he even quickly dismissed that because he knew there was no way she could forgive him for keeping her other love from her. Nope, he was screwed blue and tattooed, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

  However, being back home, he had come to the realization that he did love his brother. Hell, he technically loved them all, but the one thing he couldn’t and wouldn’t stand for was being punished for what he’d thought at the time was the right thing to do, and that was exactly what Zac and Mary Jane were doing to him. How could Zac not see that he was ensuring that Mary Jane stayed where she belonged? He was trying to train her to be obedient.

  For the longest time, he’d dreamed of a life with them. He wanted a family, kids, the woman he loved, and his best friend at his side. It was a dream that was no longer achievable because of the one woman who still held his heart. There were times when he wished he could just erase her from his memory, but then thought better of it. No, every time he dated a new woman, if she had any characteristics resembling Mary Jane, he knew it wasn’t going to work and he broke it off immediately. It wasn’t right to compare, but he refused to be suckered into another web. He still had to deal with his job in Chicago and the fallout of his last case, but he could no longer see himself without his brother in his life.

  Making his way up the narrow gravel road, thoughts of Mary Jane writhing in pleasure filled his mind. She was extremely responsive to him, and when she cried out his name when she came, it did things to him that made him feel alive. And just like all the other times before, just thinking about her got his cock hard. Groaning, he shook off his erotic thoughts of her, and concentrated getting up the mountain. What he wanted to do was to talk to Momma, but he couldn’t even do that. Thanks to Jeb, he and Momma Love hadn’t returned home and no one knew where they were.

  Of course, it would help if either one of them would start carrying a cell phone, but he knew that was never going to happen. According to Momma, she believed the things were the devil’s play toy and they stopped a person from visiting friends and family. Now, Garret agreed to some extent, but when the majority of the population of the world lived and worked with cell phones, he just couldn’t see any other way to stay in touch. For himself, it was hard enough, always out in the field. He couldn’t just stop what he was doing to find a landline. Pay phones were almost nonexistent and companies like AT&T and Bell South had already started doing away with home phones. Nope, cell phones, computers, and satellites were the way of the future, and there was no stopping it.

  He had just turned off the gravel road onto the dirt road leading up to the shack when his cell phone rang. Answering it, he said, “Hello?”

  “Garret, it’s Chip. Just thought I’d let ya know that the shack is stocked. There isn’t cell service once you get up there, so you’re gonna be cut off. If you need anything, just pull the whistle, and the boys and I will come running.”

  “Thanks, Chip, for everything,” he replied, smiling, genuinely meaning those words.

  “Sure, no problem,” Chip replied. “Oh, before I forget. Tack said if you use it, you clean it. Got it?”

  “Yeah, I got it.” Garret groaned.

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  Mary Jane was sleeping peacefully when he looked at her one last time. He had just stepped out of the shower when he got the phone call from Chip letting him know that Garret had ensconced himself up at the shack to mope and brood. Groaning, Zac rolled his eyes. It was just like Garret to sulk until he was forced to do the right thing. The issue Zac had was that his best friend and brother would take forever to do just that. However, t
hat wasn’t going to work for Zac, not this time. This time, he refused to wait around for Garret to do the right thing. Nope, this time they were going to find the underlying cause of this issue and fast, if it was the last thing he did.

  No, this farce needed to end now, and when the truth finally came out, Zac just prayed that Garret would stop and think before he acted. Gathering what he was going to need, he silently left the room, closing the door behind him. Looking at his watch, he knew that Garret should be arriving up at the shack soon, and if he wanted to set his plan into action, he needed to book it quick and get the hell out of Dodge before Momma and Jeb came home. Those were the two people he did not feel like explaining anything to, especially since Momma Love had a tender spot for Garret. There was something about the young, quiet, recluse boy that had shown up at Momma Love’s Ranch at the age of twelve that weaseled his way into her heart and never left.

  Garret was a decent man, but man he could be a mean son of a bitch when the mood suited him. Zac knew there was no way in hell he would ever hurt Mary Jane, oh, he might yell, scream, and rant like a bull when the mood suited him, but Garret loved Mary Jane and he would walk away before he ever touched her in anger.

  Well, at least he prayed he would.

  The crackling of a walkie-talkie interrupted his thoughts. “Come in, Zac, you there?”

  Grabbing the small contraption off his belt, he pressed the talk button and replied, “Zac here, go ahead.”

  “Zac, the Momma Bear has arrived. You had better get out of there quick. Jeb has Momma Love and they are on their way back from Soddy Daisy. ETA in thirty minutes, and according to Tic, he said that Momma looks pissed, which means she knows something is going on at home. Get out of there, man, or she’ll never make biscuits and gravy again.”

  “Thanks, Chip,” Zac said, picking up his duffle bag and running down the stairs. He had just made it back upstairs to his room, when Mary Jane came waltzing out completely butt-naked.