Her Dominant Saviors

by Bonnie Parker

  Sarah’s gaze danced from James to Billy, her mind reeling as a newfound fury turned her blood to ice. When had they planned to tell her about it?

  “Blasted men obviously didn’t plan on tellin’ you a damn thing,” she muttered under her breath as she stomped back to James’s horse and replaced the canteen in the satchel.

  She had half a mind to mount the horse and ride on out of there.

  She had half a mind to use her own God-given legs to carry her straight to the men and demand an answer.

  Her full mind kept reason enough that making a scene out here in the open wouldn’t do her a bit of good. Better to wait until she had them alone before she laid into them. So she bided her time and smiled right kind-like when James or Billy looked her way. The afternoon work on the land did nothing to offer her calm and comfort this time. Instead, she stewed on her mad. She thought she hid it well, right up until the moment they started heading for the house.

  They rode at a leisurely pace with James taking the lead. Sarah rode behind him, her gaze transfixed on the corded muscles of his back. She didn’t think anything of it when he detoured off the path to home, leading her and Billy through a thick patch of trees that opened up to a clearing and a natural stream lined with mountain rock. James slowed his horse to a stop, dismounting and letting the animal roam free.

  “We’ll stop here for a spell,” he said as Sarah and Billy dismounted their horses. “Get cleaned up a bit before we head in for the day.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me about the cattle?” Sarah went for point-blank, too angry to bother with niceties or any concern for the cross tone she used.

  James was already kneeling at the stream, scooping water into his hands, rinsing the day’s grime from his face and neck. He paused in midmotion and shot a look at Billy. He’d walked over to the large rock where he had placed his cowboy hat. Sarah could tell by the look on Billy’s face that he hadn’t missed her question.

  “Well, I reckon we figured it didn’t concern you,” James answered and returned to his washing.

  Sarah balled her fists at her sides and took two stomps toward him before she stopped herself. “You reckon it didn’t concern me,” she repeated, seething. She had half a mind to push his ass headfirst into the stream.

  “Now, Sarah,” Billy said calmly, settling to sit on the rock next to his hat.

  “The cattle that came up missin’ from our land had nothin’ to do with you. James and I knew that.”

  “You knew I didn’t take ’em.” Later she might be touched by their trust in her, but right now their faith didn’t mean squat. “Don’t you think hearin’ that cattle are comin’ up missin’ from other ranches, especially this one, is somethin’ I needed to know? If I’m to be the woman of the house around here—”

  “The woman of the house,” James interrupted her, his tone level and firm. He straightened and turned to face her. “The land is the man’s place. The ranch and the stock we keep is our business.”

  Sarah narrowed her eyes and gritted her teeth. “You know how I feel about that.”

  James nodded. “Yeah, reckon I do. You’ve been given many liberties around here ’cause of it, too. We might let you work with us some like we did today, pull some weight most women don’t, but the fact remains that ranch business is for the men to see to. If we feel you need to know what’s goin’ on, we’ll tell you.”

  “Otherwise, I’m supposed to keep my mouth shut.”

  “That’ll be the day,” Billy muttered on a half laugh.

  Sarah ignored him, seeing her beef right now was with James more than Billy.

  “I don’t like bein’ kept in the dark about stuff. I won’t stand for my men keepin’

  secrets from me.”

  James’s expression hardened. A muscle in his jaw jumped as he stared her down. She was pushing him and she knew it, but damn if she cared. She would speak her mind like she always had.

  “About time you realized we’re your men. I like that.” He sure didn’t sound as if he liked anything. He didn’t look as if he liked it either as he took three long, slow strides toward her.

  Sarah’s heart skipped a beat, but she stood her ground. If she cowered down now, she’d lose more than this fight. She’d lose her pride, her self-respect, and walk away feeling broken and defeated.

  “What I don’t like, Sweet Sarah, is the way you’re talkin’ to me right now.”

  “Then stop treatin’ me like a child,” Sarah fired back.

  Two more strides brought James within arm’s reach of her. One arm snaked around her waist, and he jerked her off her feet before she could get a notion of his intention.

  She squealed, pounding at his lower back with her balled fists when he tossed her over his shoulder. “Put me down, James Cassidy!”

  “I plan to, darlin’, right over my knee on this here rock.” Surely he wouldn’t. Sarah’s wiggled, her heart pounding a staccato beat in her chest as he spun with her, and she got a glimpse of Billy getting to his feet to allow James the spot to sit on the rock. “Billy, stop him!”

  “Well, now, I can’t do that when you asked for it.” Billy’s tone rang with so much sweetness she wanted to puke.

  James laughed. “I reckon he’d be more inclined to stop you from flailin’

  around like a fish out of water, seein’ as how he’s been itchin’ to see your pretty ass all red from a good spanking for a right long time now.” Sarah lifted her head and froze. Her gaze landed on Billy, and she saw the truth of James’s words in his brother’s expression. Heated arousal spread through her system even as her butt flexed from the realization of what was to come. That knowledge got her kicking and screaming again, but it did little good. She was strong, but her muscle was no match for James. He easily held her over his shoulder with one hand while he somehow managed to shuck her pants down with the other. An afternoon breeze drifted over her now-bare bottom, seeping between her legs to cool the heated wetness starting to dampen her pussy lips.

  “All this jostlin’ about you’re doin’ is only gonna make this harder for yourself, darlin’,” James told her as he lifted her again, this time bringing her off his shoulder and settling her over his lap as he took a seat on the rock. “That mouth of yours ain’t fit for a lady.”

  Sarah’s face flamed as mortification set in. James held her half-naked, thrashing body securely over his lap in an open clearing. The ranch hands would be ending their day’s work soon. What if some of them decided to wash up before heading back? What if they saw?

  The first firm contact of James’s flattened hand to her bottom sent all her mental questions scrambling. Sarah sucked in quick breath as the sting traveled from her butt on a direct course to her pussy. She stilled on the next, harder smack to her other butt cheek, unable to squirm a bit with the electric pulses of pure need shocking her core. A moan of pleasure she couldn’t hide escaped her on the third slap, which was immediately followed by a fourth.

  “Sweet Sarah, are you enjoyin’ your spanking?” Approval rang in James’s tone as he flattened his hand on her fanny once more, this time caressing her stinging flesh. His hand slipped between her legs, one finger delving between her sodden folds. “You’re dripping wet.”

  Sarah felt him fold his body over hers, saw his hand come down to stop in front of her lips. She could smell her juices on his finger.

  “Taste yourself.”

  Shock had her shaking her head even as she swallowed back the craving to follow his command. His hold on her waist eased and she realized a nanosecond of freedom before another, much-harder smack than the previous ones landed on her rear end. She gasped. Her mouth opened on its own volition and his finger slipped inside. Instinct rather than thought had her licking it, her tongue circling his finger.

  Her lips closed around it as she sucked and sampled, tasting her juices until she’d licked his finger clean.

  “Damn, that’s sexy as hell,” Billy whispered, and Sarah realized
he’d stepped close enough to watch.

  “You should feel it.” James’s voice sounded thick with his own arousal. Sarah could feel his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against her thigh.

  “Trust me, brother, I plan to.”

  Sarah pulled back, letting James’s finger fall from her lips as she angled her head in an attempt to get a better look at Billy. Her gaze landed on his crotch instead, her eyes widening when she caught sight of his hands working the fastening of his belt free. She watched, fixated and terrified, as he removed his gun holster and lowered his britches.

  “Ohmygod,” she breathed when got her first look at his cock. It was long and stiff, impossibly thick and amazingly beautiful, and she licked her lips as a new craving filled her senses. He stood close enough if she stuck out her tongue she’d be able to taste him, to swipe the glistening bead of juice she saw teasing her on the slit of his cockhead.

  “Have you ever seen a man’s cock before?” James’s hand moved up her back as he spoke, beneath her shirt to caress her flesh and slowly glide back to her ass.

  Unable to voice even the simplest of words, Sarah shook her head.

  “Well, look your fill, sweetheart.” Billy curled one hand around the base of his cock, angling it perfectly to give her the best view. “Then you’re goin’ to taste it. I want you to do the same thing with my cock that you just did with James’s finger.” He grazed a thumb over her cheek then buried his fingers in her hair, holding her head in a firm grasp. “Open your mouth for me.”

  Sarah swallowed, her eyes still drinking in the sight of his cock. Trepidation raced with anticipation in her blood, speeding up her heart and sending whips of desire slashing through her very core. Slowly, she parted her lips and closed her eyes when the first inch of his meaty flesh pushed into her mouth.

  “Ah, yes,” Billy sighed, his fingers tightening in her hair. “Take more of it, as much as you can. I want to feel that hot mouth all over my cock.” He eased his hips forward, slowly shoving his cock deeper into her mouth until the cockhead hit the back of her throat. Sarah groaned around the hardness filling her mouth, marveling in the salty-sweet taste of his flesh, in the needs that clamored inside her to feel that thickness in her channel. Instinctively, she relaxed her throat, swallowing his length until her lips met with the flesh of his groin. He held her there for several long heartbeats before easing his hips back, only to thrust them forward again.

  Sarah let herself fall into the moderately slow rhythm he set with his thrusts, tightening her lips around his shaft and licking the underside of his cock. She battled a satisfied grin when a low moan rumbled from his throat, not wanting to break the suction she had created on his cock with her mouth. Everything around her disappeared in a fog of pleasure and wonderment. All mortification fled as she feasted on his cock the way he’d done to her pussy the night before.

  “That’s it, Sarah. Damn, that feels so good. Suck it, sweetheart. Suck my cock harder.”

  His speed increased, his thrusts growing faster. His cock jerked in her mouth and, when she dared to graze her teeth along the tender flesh, he gifted her with an even louder, almost animalistic groan.

  “Sweet Jesus.”

  Lost in the moment, Sarah barely took note of James’s hand still roaming her backside. She felt his hand dip between her legs again, moaned as he slipped a finger between her sodden folds as he’d done before. His finger retreated all too quickly and she wiggled her hips, wanting to feel the contact, needing desperately to feel his finger inside her aching channel. Her wiggling instantly ceased when his finger moved to delve between her butt cheeks, spreading the wetness he’d taken away from her pussy over her anus.

  Fear turned her blood to ice. She tried to pull back, to free her mouth of Billy’s cock so she could protest, but Billy’s hold on her head remained firm.

  “Relax,” James whispered. “I’m gonna make your ass feel good while you keep suckin’ Billy’s cock.”

  Sarah tried to shake her head, to wiggle away from the finger slowly pressing into her anus, but neither did her a bit of good. An intense pressure turned to a burn of pain as James’s finger pushed inside her forbidden entrance while, in her mouth, Billy’s cock slid in and out in an almost frantic rhythm now.

  “Relax,” James said again. “Your ass is so tight, darlin’. Let me inside.” His finger wiggled ever so slightly as he continued to push the digit farther inside her anus, and the pain she first felt began to give way to a devious pleasure she never thought to experience. Desire clawed at her core as a remembered pressure built deep inside. Her pussy clenched and unclenched, wanting to feel something inside that hole, too. James probed her anus, pushing farther inside, stretching her and sending her senses galloping on a wild ride of pain-laced pleasure.

  “Fuck,” Billy ground through clenched teeth. “I’m going to come, Sarah.” So was she. James’s finger probed faster, deeper in her anus, and the animal of desire clawed its way through her channel until her body convulsed with her own release. She screamed around Billy’s cock as the orgasm tore through her very soul.

  Billy let out a loud grunt that echoed her own scream, and hot spurts of semen filled her mouth, slid down her throat.

  Breathless and mindless with what they’d just done, what she’d just experienced, Sarah went limp on James’s lap. He withdrew his finger from her ass and wound his arms around her, turning and lifting her until she sat on his lap.

  Exhausted, she leaned her cheek on his chest and fought to steady her breathing.

  James brushed his lips to the top of her head. “Still feel like a child?” Sarah could hear the smile in his voice even if she couldn’t muster the strength to look at him just yet. It made her smile, too. “No, but you’re still hard.” She managed to wiggle her rear, grinding her bottom on his cock.

  “Seems I am.”

  She fell quiet for a long moment. When her breathing resumed to some semblance of normalcy, she lifted her head and met his gaze. “Can I taste you, too?” It surprised her that she wanted to so soon after having Billy in her mouth, but the craving slammed into her once more in full force.

  “Are you still thirsty for cock, Sweet Sarah?”

  His bluntness didn’t embarrass her this time. She couldn’t deny what she wanted and didn’t bother to try or be ashamed. She nodded. “Yes. I want to taste you now.”

  James smiled, a slow, sexy curve of his lips that had her heart tripping a beat.

  “Then get on your knees and suck me off.”

  Chapter Seven

  Sarah’s body pulsed with need from her head clean to her toes. It had been nearly a week since the sheriff and his deputy rode up with their newfound accusations of cattle rustling at the McCoy ranch, nearly a week since her wedding to Billy had been put off because of it.

  Which led to nearly a week’s worth of her lying between her men at night burning to be taken, claimed, and fully satisfied.

  The day by the stream had sent their sexual exploration soaring to an all-new level. The nights since had been fraught with pleasure. Hands on her body, in her body, mouths tasting her to the point of sheer ecstasy, her own mouth pleasing her men until they gifted her with their seed…Yet despite all they’d shared, all James and Billy had showed her and given her, she felt empty. The orgasms she’d experienced thus far, while amazing and body numbing, never quite relieved the deep-set ache that now ruled her soul.

  They refused to take her fully until she and Billy were wed. Frustration bubbled in her system, doing nothing to calm the pleading in her pussy and ass. She was tired of being a virgin, tired of being forced to rely on fingers to ease the desire in her pussy. Imagining what it would feel like when Billy finally replaced his fingers with his cock was driving her next to insane.

  James’s whispered words every time he explored her anus, the pleased tone in his voice when he proclaimed her ready for him, and his promises to fill her anus with his cock were maddening.

  Sara
h was close, so very close, to begging for everything. Forget propriety.

  She’d never been a proper lady to start. Except, deep down, she knew in this case if she threw propriety to the wind and allowed her virtue to be taken out of wedlock, it would damage her self-respect.

  “You’re thinkin’ awfully hard tonight, Sweet Sarah.” James’s fingers danced on her shoulder, drawing excited goose pimples to the surface of her flesh.

  Sarah lay on her back. Her head nestled in the crook of his arm. She snuggled more comfortably, angling her head so she could see Billy, who lay on his side facing her, his head propped on one balled fist.

  “It’s been almost a week. Unless you two are keepin’ secrets from me again, there’s been no word of any more rustlin’ here or at any of the neighboring ranches.” Billy shook his head. “Not so far as we’ve heard.”

  “Then tomorrow we ride to town at first light.” She didn’t ask if they could.

  She told him. James’s arm stiffened beneath her, and she tipped her head back to gaze at him.

  He lifted a brow, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. “There’s an awful lot of work to be done around the ranch tomorrow.”

  “It’ll keep until we get back.”

  James’s smile turned into a full-blown grin. “Will it now? And what is it you had in mind to do in town tomorrow?”

  Sarah rolled her eyes and turned her attention to Billy before she answered. “I want to get m…m…”

  “Married?” Billy supplied, his expression half amused and half so compassionate it nearly broke her heart.

  Sarah nodded. “Yes.”

  “Why?” James asked.

  Sarah sighed and pushed herself up. She turned around, sitting between them with her legs drawn to her chest, and met both their gazes in turn. “I’m tired of waiting.”