Under His Holster [Winchester, Arizona 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Zoey Marcel

  “Are you retreating, coward?”

  “No. I just don’t want you to see—”

  “I’m going to see, toy. I’m going to see all your assets and all your flaws.”

  “Oh no!”

  She wriggled to get away, relieved when he knocked the doll off the bed, but he grabbed her jeans and pulled them completely off. She rolled onto her back to hide her less-than-perfect backside from him.

  “Well, what have we here? More Hello Kitty panties,” he taunted.

  Her cheeks were inflamed and her eyes stung. She tried to roll away, but he tugged on her waistband. “Don’t! They’ll come off!”

  “And what do you think the solution to that is, slave?”

  The word shocked her, jarred her into a speechless state.

  His hand groped her pussy through her underwear. “You slut, you soaked your panties. Do you like it when your Master humiliates and degrades you?”

  Her chest heated along with her face. “Don’t you think you’re behaving a little extreme?”

  “I’m holding back with you,” he replied calmly.

  She gasped and her back arched off the bed when his hand invaded her panties and began to rub her swollen labia.

  He was holding back with her? Holy crap! How bad does he get?

  “I asked you a question, tart, and I expect an answer.”

  She gulped down her uncertainty, relishing the hot, rough hand playing with her moist pussy. “I must or I wouldn’t—”

  “Cream like a whore,” he finished for her.

  She rolled her eyes beneath the blindfold. “Yeah, that’s what I was going to say.”

  He flicked his finger swiftly, painfully against her clit. “Don’t get lippy with me, brat.”

  “Sorry. I’m just not used to this.”

  “You can’t handle me.”

  “I can handle you, you arrogant—ow!” She flailed when he smacked her left breast.

  “Not another word out of you, whore.”

  She bit back an elated groan, but the whimper got her when he twirled his fingers through her hot juices.

  “You got wetter when I called you that. I rest my case.”

  He was irritating, devilish, and glorious as he taunted her while playing with her moist clit like it belonged to him. She gasped and bucked when he speared a finger up inside the achy dampness of her vagina. He fucked and probed her until she couldn’t take anymore.

  “I’m going to make you come in your panties for me, you dirty girl.”

  She cried out in desperation as the pleasure reached a crescendo and rained down hot waves of ecstasy on her. He rubbed her pulsing clitoris, coaxing her on in her orgasm as two of his digits fucked up into the pussy hugging them. Her flow washed over his inserted fingers, betraying her pleasure in him, her inescapable need to be dominated by him and subject to his will.

  His scent drove her crazy, and she started to worry she’d bite him. He was the last person she should claim even if fate thought they were right for each other.

  It sounded like Stetson got up. A second later he was back on the bed with her, squirting cold, thick jelly onto her chest.

  “Oh, that’s cold!” she squealed and wiggled. Something squishy and covered in hair smashed up against her nose and she flailed in panic.

  “Stop…talking,” he ground out, sounding angry.

  Jade forced herself to be quiet, and the hirsute flesh she assumed was his ball sac moved away from her face. He massaged the lubricant all over her bosom and probably his cock, though she couldn’t see anything.

  “You’re my sex doll. You don’t get to speak or move. All you can do is lie there and take it like an object.”

  Her pussy wept with delight over this and she let out a strangled mew when her breasts were squished around the massive rod of his erection.

  “Mine,” he growled as he started a swift, hard fuck between the tits encasing his cock.

  She did her best to be still for him, but the manic thrusts of his penis driving home on her chest jerked her body, at times violently. The feel of his scrotum crammed against her skin and rubbing a smoking friction against her made her crazy. She couldn’t remember if she’d ever had this done to her before or not, but the experience was carnal and dirty.

  “Beg me to fuck these titties,” he rasped as he rammed against her harder, using the pressure to make her go ballistic.

  “But you already are.” A savage gasp escaped her when his hand left her left breast and clutched her throat lightly.

  “Beg me to titty-fuck you,” he ground out, sounding dangerous and more animal than human.

  Cold sweat trickled from under her arms, and her breasts felt hot and clammy beneath his groin. Her body was inflamed and shaky as liquid desire seeped from her cunt.

  “Please fuck them.” Air rushed from her lungs when he squeezed her throat harder and her body heated in response.

  “What do you want me to fuck, slut?”

  “My…titties.” Her cheeks burned at the word.

  His hand left her throat and his thumbs grazed her erect nipples. “Do you want your Master to have pleasure, slave?”

  Sawyer and Doc hadn’t been kidding when they said Stetson was a whole different animal.

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “Say it. Tell me what you want and use my title.”

  She tried to escape the maddening flicks of his fingers on her overly sensitive nipples, but lust beckoned her to arch into the stimulation. “I want you to take your pleasure, Master.”

  Stetson growled and fucked her faster and harder until he shot his load out on her neck. The stream of goo felt gross oozing on her neck, but at the same time it turned her on to be objectified by his semen splattered on her wherever he chose to unload it.

  Once he caught his breath he got off her and tugged her panties down. “Let’s see what you’ve got in here.”

  “Oh God, don’t! Please!”

  “Your little cat panties are coming off, Jade. I want to see my pussy.”

  “Then take your pants off and look at it!” she bit out, cringing at her sass. “Oh God, I’m sorry!”

  “You will be. It turns me on when you fight me like this,” he said in a dusky tone that sounded aroused and threatening. “I’m so hard for you, baby. When you tell me no it drives me crazy and I have to have you.”

  Role play, perhaps? Dear God, what if he wasn’t joking? Certainly she wanted him, but the thought of him seeing her lower body in the light embarrassed her. The other cowboys worshiped and appreciated her, despite her flaws, but Stetson was a big enough ass that he just might poke fun at her without even realizing how humiliated and hurt she was.

  Her eyes burned as he pulled her panties off. The draft touched her bare cunt and she grimaced at how wet she was, knowing that he could see it.

  “This is my cunt. Say it,” he demanded just before he garnished it with a punishing slap.

  She cried out in pain, moaning gently at the fire that caressed her naked flesh in the aftermath of his slap. “This is your cunt.”

  “You’re damned right it is. Now, you’re going to roll over and show me that ass.”

  Tears leaked from her eyes. “No.”

  The floodgates opened when he spanked her pussy hard several times. “Don’t tell me no when I give you a command.”

  “I have cellulite and I don’t want you to see it.”

  “Jade, roll over and let me see your ass before I make you.”

  She choked on a sob. “Please. My top half is okay, but my bottom half has flaws.”

  “I’m going to see everything.” He shoved her onto her stomach and placed a hand on her back to keep her down as he likely ogled her backside. “I can see it all, Jade. All your assets and flaws are on display for me. I bet you’ve never felt this naked and vulnerable before, have you?”

  “No.” She wept, unsure if flexing her muscles back there to show her definition would be better or if relaxing to hide some of the cellulite w
ould be best. “This was a mistake. Let me go.”

  “I know you now, Jade. I can see everything, all your assets and flaws. You weren’t lying about the cellulite.”

  She sobbed and struggled. “You ass, let me go!”

  “But you know something, you exaggerated. You made it sound like you had a cottage cheese factory thriving on your ass. You don’t, though. Sure you’ve got a little, but it ain’t bad.”

  “It’s hideous. It makes me gag.” She cried harder when he spanked her.

  “I like the way your soft ass jiggles when I spank it.”

  “Oh God, don’t look at it! I have dimples.”

  “Your ass dimples are adorable. And don’t tell me what I can and can’t do.” He slapped her other cheek. “Your body is curvy and fuckable with just enough muscle to keep you healthy and enough padding and curves to keep me happy.”

  She sniffled. “You like my body?”

  “I’m fucking you, aren’t I?”

  “Yeah, but—”

  “Shut up.”

  She giggled and then yipped when he whacked her on the bottom. Cool air poked at her anus when he parted her buttocks.

  “Look at this gorgeous asshole.” A deep, predatory growl rolled through him as he exhaled on the tight hole. He licked it gently, grunting like a pervert. “You’ve never had a tongue in your ass before, have you?”

  “Well, actually—”

  “She never did this to you.”

  Was he talking about Ivy?

  “We will.”

  Again with the we. Oh crap, I’m bound this time. Damn it, why did I let this madman cuff me?

  Stetson ran circles around the puckered entry with the balmy wash of his tongue. “But I’ll tongue-fuck your ass first, baby, since I’m the one you trust the most. Or I was.”

  He was insane. Raving mad. There was no other word for it. She swallowed, feeling frigid chills of fear sweep over her heated body. “Stetson, you’re starting to scare me.”

  “Good. I want you to be scared. And while you’re writhing and pleading for us to stop, I want you to remember how sweet I was when I asked you the first time.”

  His tongue forged into her ass, fucking her ruthlessly and making her moan and squirm in the sweltering shower of bliss. His tongue retreated.

  “I would have been gentle with you, but now I’m going to rip you apart. I’ll gain your surrender if I have to break every bone in your body to do it.”

  Jade shivered at his words and gasped when he yanked her up roughly by the hair and forced her on her knees.

  “You think you’re dealing with men? No, bitch. You can’t even begin to fathom what you’re dealing with. I want you to see me for what I really am,” he said in the darkest, creepiest voice she’d ever heard. Razor-sharp teeth raked against her shoulder, making the skin prickle with sensation and fear. “I want you to take me into your body, knowing who I am and what I’m capable of. Someday you’re going to be just like me, and no one can save you. No one, baby, because you’re mine and you always will be.”

  His hand covered her mouth and something brutal and sharp jabbed into her flesh, making her bleed. She screamed and struggled, but he held her still, growling like a savage beast. Just when she thought Stetson Brooks couldn’t get any creepier he revealed another shady layer of himself to her. He wasn’t human, not completely, anyway. Then what the hell was he?

  He released her and she fell on her stomach, bleeding and gasping. The silence terrified her even more as she struggled to get up.

  “Oh Christ, what have I done?” Stetson sounded breathless and horrified. “Fuck! Jade, you whore, what have you pushed me to?”

  “Excuse me? You bit me! What the fuck are you?”

  She screamed bloody murder as he picked her up by the waist and walked her, presumably toward the door. He carried her away from his body as one might a nasty bag of trash. He set her down and unbound her.

  “You crazy bitch, I told you to stay the hell away from me!” he yelled.

  She pried the blindfold off, torn between wanting to hit him and run screaming.

  “Put your fucking clothes on and sleep with a cross, you destructive whore!” With those raving-mad words the lunatic slammed the door, leaving her naked in the hall.

  Her brain was broken. He just broke it. She looked to see the door open as he chucked her clothes at her and slammed the door shut.

  “Damn you, Jade! I can’t be your hero! I can’t be tender anymore! It kills me whenever I try! Damn you! Why, God? Why?”

  Jade dressed quickly and got the fuck out of the madman’s house.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Ivy Covington didn’t recognize the number ringing on her cell phone. “Hello?”

  A youthful male voice answered her. “My God, it’s been so long since I heard your voice. My sweet Texas rose.”

  The old pet name was like a voice from beyond the grave. “Who is this?”

  “Ivy, it’s me.”

  Chills raced through her body and goose bumps formed on her arms. She was afraid to hope, but a subtle current of emotion pulsed through her heart. “Wesley?”

  “Yeah, love. It’s me.” His beloved voice sounded as infused with affection as it had been the day he got on the plane that cost him his young life.

  She put her hand over her mouth in shock as tears of rejoicing washed away the lonely burden she’d carried all these years. “If this is some kind of cruel joke—”

  “It’s me, honey. Can’t you recognize the sound of my voice?”

  The tears came faster and she nodded like he was right there and could see her. “Yeah, I do. It’s just your plane went down and they never found your body. I thought you drowned.”

  “No, love. A boat rescued me. I’m alive. God, I’ve missed you.”

  “I missed you, too.” She couldn’t stop smiling and weeping. “Why didn’t you come to me sooner?”

  “Well, I would have, but the impact gave me amnesia temporarily. I know. A likely story.”

  “No. I believe you.”

  “Then when I got my memory back I tried to track you down, but somebody told me you were seeing some girl.”

  “That was Jade. We’re not together anymore.” The words didn’t hurt her anymore. The love of her life was alive.

  “Oh good. I mean I’m sorry things didn’t work out, but now it means I have another shot with you. That is, if you still want me.”

  “Always. I’ve got to see you, sweetie. Where are you?”

  “I’m in a hotel in Nevada. Where are you?” He sounded anxious and caring.

  “I’m in Corona in a hotel. My house exploded.”

  “What?”

  “I’m okay. It’s a long story.”

  “Crap, Ivy, I told you to take care of yourself while I was away.”

  Ivy winked while she spoke into the phone, feeling silly when she realized he couldn’t see her do so. “I still work out.”

  “I meant stay safe and alive. We should meet somewhere. I’ll go crazy if I don’t hold you.”

  Her heart rate pattered with excitement and her stomach flip-flopped. “I know. That’s one regret I’ve always had, that I decided to wait until we were engaged to give you my virginity.”

  “I was going to ask you to marry me when I got back.”

  Her heart swelled with joy. “You were?”

  “Yeah, we were going to have a romantic dinner, I was going to give you a ring, and then we were going to consummate our love.”

  Her eyes moistened. “That sounds so romantic and beautiful. I can’t wait.”

  “Me neither.” He paused, and his tone took on a husky note that made him sound manly for a second. “Damn, I’m hard. Are you wet, honey?”

  The question surprised her. Wesley had always told her plenty of times that he wanted her and she’d said the same to him, but they’d never described hardness or dampness with each other.

  Perhaps the years apart had matured his sex drive and he couldn’t stand th
e waiting any longer.

  Her slit dampened and she felt breathless. “Yeah, I am.”

  “God, that’s hot. You sound all sexy and turned on.”

  “You, too.”

  His voice became urgent and demanding. “Touch yourself, Ivy. I want you to take off all your clothes, lie naked in that big bed, and touch yourself until you come.”

  Her blood heated as she fumbled with her jeans, wondering where his sudden boldness had come from. “Okay. Are you going to listen?”

  “You bet I am. I’m going to strip and lie in my bed while I masturbate.”

  She groaned softly and licked her lips as the clothes came off her body. When she was naked she lay on her back on the bed, shivering with anticipation. “I’m undressed.”

  “Me, too. God, my cock is huge.”

  She moaned, imagining what it might look like. The only time she’d seen a penis was that video Brutus had sent her on his cell phone. She pushed him from her mind, relieved that she was finally safe again.

  “I want you.”

  “I want you, too, my Texas rose. Is your pussy getting wetter?”

  Her answer seeped into her sex lips. He’d never used that word before. Hearing it excited her. “Totally.”

  “Are you touching it?”

  “I am now.”

  Her fingers splayed in her soft pubic curls, and she sighed with longing over him. Ivy wondered if the sex with him would be as good as it had been with Jade. Hopefully. She’d been attracted to Wesley, but she’d never been out of her mind in lust with him. She loved him, though, with all her heart. She was still fairly innocent. The insatiable craving for his body would probably come later.

  “Don’t hold back anything,” Wesley told her. “I want to hear all your sounds.”

  Ivy relinquished her timidity and let him hear her feeble noises of passion as she played with herself. She felt really wet, and the sight of her dew glistening on her index finger was erotic.

  “My cock is swelling in my hand,” he said breathlessly. “Put the phone by your pussy for a second and be really quiet so I can hear your juices moving around on your skin.”

  “Oh God,” she whimpered, feeling moisture leak from her vagina.

  His voice deepened and lowered. “Did you just cream for me?”