by Shae Shannon
Lyndon and Jase had removed the last small scrap of lace that covered her sex, and both groaned at the sight before them. Her little body stood forcibly at attention from Dixon’s request, but still looked like it belonged in a painting.
Lyndon took possession of her mouth, and left her right blushing peak for Jase to orally antagonize. He broke away abruptly, whistling softly. “Damn, Emmie, you are amazing. Dixon, how does her tit taste?”
Dixon let the pebble pop from his lips before answering, “Delicious. She has the most amazing tits I have ever seen. What do you think, boys? Shall we get her over to the cross first?”
Jase still suckled like a newborn on her, refusing to release the perfect, heavy globe. He mumbled something unrecognizable, vibrating against her at the same time. She sucked air between her teeth, obviously appreciative of his lack of manners.
“It seems it is acceptable to talk with your mouth full sometimes, Jase.” Lyndon snickered, crossing his arms over his chest.
Reluctantly, Jase released his hostage and said matter-of-factly, “I said, no. I want to see how pink we can get her ass. It’s time to play, boys.” He grinned, knowing that Dixon was probably more excited about getting to the good stuff than he was.
Dixon had never had a thing for fluff and sweet stuff. He had gone through multiple relationships that failed from his need of something “more,” and Jase had counseled him on numerous occasions over the situation.
He had finally taken Jase’s advice and headed to the city to play at the Playhouse. It was a very exclusive BDSM club that Jase had accidently stumbled upon after riding the rodeo circuit. Having that gold buckle came with perks, and this just happened to be one of them. He liked to go from time to time, but wasn’t as hardcore as Dixon had turned out to be.
Lyndon followed more in Dixon’s footsteps, liking the dramatic roles and methods. All three boys were born Doms, but none wanted to live in the lifestyle twenty-four-seven. They had no desire to command and rule outside of the bedroom. Mindless minion women were just not their thing. They all three shared a few likes in common. A strong-willed, take-charge type of woman who could be tough as nails, but soften to a tender, fragile kitten was one of them. Emmie was that and so much more.
Dixon walked over and grabbed a pair of the fuzzy, purple zebra-striped cuffs. “Bring her to the paddler.” Her mouth dropped open, but she still remained quiet. Jase got on one side of her with Lyndon on the other, and together they slowly led her to the short, odd-shaped, padded table.
Jase’s heart pounded in his chest with enthusiasm. He wanted to pick her up, sling her on the stool, and start smacking, but knew patience was of the essence. He smiled at his big brother who appeared to be struggling with the same issues and watched him work his magic.
Dixon brought her wrists in front of her and secured them in the fuzzy restraints before leading her to her knees with her torso lying flat on the top surface. “EmmaLee, I want you to stay in this position so we can get a good look at that gorgeous ass.”
In a shaky, nervous voice, she answered, “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Lyndon, get me the blue plug and the bottle of lube. Jase, get the MP3 player off of the bed for me. Let’s take away another of her senses and help her ease out of that head.”
Reluctantly, Jase peeled his eyes from the gorgeous little minx.
Both boys overeagerly jumped to the requests, knowing that their reward would be like nothing of this world. Dixon tickled down her back and butt, circling around the inside of her thighs and dragging back up the slit of her crack. His finger was coated with her juices. He wiped it on the back of her thigh, letting her feel her own arousal. “Do you feel that, sweetheart? You may be unsure, but your body isn’t. It knows exactly what it wants, and so far, this is it. I am going to plug your ass before we heat it up. I can’t wait to see it whelped up pirdy.” He playfully tapped each cheek, and chuckled when she jumped. “Easy, girl, I haven’t even started yet. Okay, Jase is going to put headphones in your ears. Leave them in, okay?”
Her mouth opened and closed a few times, showing her need to ask questions. Finally curiosity won over. “Why do I have to wear headphones? I want to be able to hear, too. I just don’t see the point.”
Her defiant voice drifted over Dixon, drawing a huge grin across his features. “That, my pet, just earned you a few extra lashes from the single tail. For the last time, this isn’t about you understanding, trying to rationalize, or thinking about what happens in here tonight. It will help in allowing you to let go. Now, shut that pretty little mouth before I have one of the boys help keep you quiet.” His only response was a loud huff. He shot a wink at both Lyndon and Jase, who continued preparations for the show that would put all events from the Playhouse out of their thoughts forever.
While Jase carefully inserted the earbuds into her ears and turned on the rock track, sending “Animals” by Nickelback pounding in her ears, Dixon lubed up the anal plug. Jase had willingly stepped in to assist, and spread her legs to allow easier access. To their surprise, she lay still, and didn’t protest in the slightest.
When Jase found her hooded jewel, she arched up the tiniest bit to give him even more room. The tiny little nub engorged quickly. Instead of allowing her to get reprimanded by the “big bad Dom” Dixon, he smiled and dipped his finger into her pulsating hole, giving her a little more to squirm about. His balls tightened at her reaction, making it hard to concentrate. Dixon arched an eyebrow at his maneuver, and returned a grin as he began inching the plug into her tight ring. Jase worked her clit and pussy harder, helping her accept the foreign object. Dixon’s nimble fingers soon had it rooted past the tight barrier and seated in her nicely.
Lyndon had been standing back observing quietly. He moved from his viewpoint and kneeled beside her head. “You guys work her holes good while I prime these plump lips for my cock. I think after you get a few in, we will see how well she can multitask.” He instantly kissed her into a molten frenzy. She tried to take over and deepen the kiss, but ended up breaking away to yelp from the first landed hand on her left cheek.
Jase almost blew when she clenched her cunt around his finger, jiggling the plug with each contraction. “Fuck! Her tight little hole is working my finger good.”
“Look at that. Now that is fucking hot, guys. Heat that ass good. I want to see how pretty she looks.” Lyndon plucked his boots and socks off in record speed before unzipping his jeans and shoving them to the floor, leaving only his black felt Stetson perched on his head.
“Mmm, me too, brother.” Jase followed his older brother’s example, and stripped down to free his cock, leaving on his hat as well. The Dennison brothers were hardly ever seen without their cowboy hat, and sex obviously was not an exception.
“Don’t get too eager, boys, we have a lot to do before we can have our fun. Keep those pythons on leashes for now.” Dixon caressed each of her cheeks softly, before dropping rapid fire smacks to each side. Her startled protests soon turned into desperate moans of ecstasy. “Look at that. She is finally letting go. Lyndon, test her mouth out. Jase, grab the small vibrator and get it in that dripping cunt. Let’s make her come while getting spanked.”
“I love the way you think.” Jase retrieved the small egg vibrator and poked it up inside her weeping sex.
Lyndon dropped to the floor and tilted her head enough to have full access to her parted, luscious lips. With two warning strokes of only the tip inserting, he reared back and buried himself into her constricting throat. She took it like a champ. She swallowed every centimeter of his massive size, moaning around her mouthful. “Fuck, her mouth is hot. She just swallowed me balls deep, boys. She is a natural.”
“Damn that looks fucking hot. Her pussy is gushing down her thighs. I can’t wait to see her stuffed full of all three of us. It was amazing with just Lyndon and me, but shit, I can’t wait until we all take her.” Jase’s voice was raspy and strained. From the agonizing wince plastered across his features, Jase could blow
from just watching her. Hell, if he wasn’t careful, he would shoot off too soon. With her mouth stuffed, her ass stretched, and her pussy milking, she was a sight like no other.
“She is going to see what an orgasm is supposed to feel like. We will rock all of her sweet spots at the same time and shake her world, boys.” Lyndon barely got the words out without groaning from the flag job his pole was getting, his Southern accent drawling out more than normal.
Dixon slowed the soft caresses to her warming flesh, preparing to finish setting fire to the perfect heart-shaped derrière on display. “Okay, boys, get ready to ride the bull. Let’s rock this little filly’s rodeo.” He swatted her harder this time, keeping each smack landing in a fresh swatch of skin. Her back arched, pushing her ass toward his palm for more. Pants hissed from around Lyndon’s cock, and her toes began to curl. Dixon turned to Jase and grinned. “Hit the on switch for the egg. Let’s watch her blow!”
Jase flipped the switch on the tiny white remote, and the dynamite detonated. Her body bucked and flopped off of the stool, morphing into angles no normal human could manage. Lyndon scurried to remove himself from her mouth to avoid accidental injury, and stepped over to help hold her from falling. “Damn! Now that is fucking hot. Look at that cream squirting out of her pretty little pussy, boys!” Jase let out a loud hoop, waving his signature black Stetson cowboy hat in the air.
Both Lyndon and Dixon held their attention affixed to the beauty in front of them, their smile more predatory than entertained. The tremors began to slow, easing her ever so gently back from the Olympic-style orgasm. Dixon licked his lips before bending down to clean the fluid that escaped from her slit. He sucked and lapped every drop, num-numing and smacking like a child with an ice cream cone. He leisurely raised back into a sitting position, wiping the slobber with his shirt tail. “Good ’til the last drop.”
“Like candy, huh, bro?” Lyndon’s eyes had taken on the slight tint of envy green.
Jase had to stifle a laugh at his older brother, knowing how hard it was to keep control with Emmie. She could send any man’s willpower and composure out the window and unleash the wild beast within. They would definitely never grow bored of their little hellcat, that was for certain. She was the fantasy of every teenage boy’s dreams come true, and by the grace of God, had chosen them.
Lyndon growled. “Since you had the pleasure of tasting her after a full-blown orgasm, I get the flogger on the St. Andrews Cross. I can’t wait to see how she reacts.” His hands wrung together, showing his anticipation boiling over.
Dixon had gently raised her to her feet, helping her stand on the shaking legs that appeared to have turned to spaghetti. He walked over to them, and squatted to rub blood back into the limp limbs. After he had her somewhat stable, he removed the music from her little elfkin ears and untied the blindfold. “Hello, peaches. How are you feeling?”
EmmaLee blinked her eyes rapidly, and brought her restrained hands up to rub them. They remained still heavily hooded with lust, appearing glossed over and distant. Her voice came out in a cracked, husky groan that was unrecognizable. “Great. I mean…unbelievably incredible. Wow. That’s all I can say. Oh, uh, sir.” All three men chuckled in appreciation to her overly sensitive reaction. Jase reached into her slick cavern and removed the vibrating egg. Lyndon hoisted her up in his arms, and carried her to the large, wooden cross.
“Okay, sweetheart. I get the honors of running the next segment of your evening. Put your back up against the post, darlin’. I want the blindfold off, but you have to remember the rules.” She moved to stand in front of the wooden structure, with her soft little back against the padded vinyl column. Lyndon carefully and deliberately slowly raised her arms above her head and attached the cuffs to the rings at each side. “Look at that boys. Fucking perfect.”
EmmaLee’s eyes plastered to Dixon, who was now removing his jeans, leaving his chaps and hat on. His cock and ass were bare, and the main focal point of her heated stare.
“Damn look how those tits lift and stick out for us. I can’t wait to see them peppered with pink stripes. Stop viewing the scenery and get back to work, Lyndon, or I am going to take over for you.” Jase pumped his fist on his cock a few times in attempts to relieve the built-up pressure. He wiped the tiny bead of pre-cum that oozed out with his finger and wiped it on her lips. The sexy little temptress darted her tongue out and slowly licked it off, sending another surge of jizz to pebble on his tip. Her eyes dropped to his crotch and back up, creating a sultry smile at her discovery. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly and deliberately traced her tongue over her lips. Jase growled like a panther. In two steps, he stood in front of her and took possession of her mouth. He kept it hard and demanding, relentlessly kissing her until she was breathless. When he backed away, he was the one with the sultry smile, and she was left in a baffled expression of awestruck.
Lyndon turned to him and asked, “Can we continue now?”
Between his quirked eyebrow and sarcastic comment, Jase became slightly annoyed and mumbled a string of curse words under his breath. “Don’t hurt her, Lyndon.” Even in the state of petrified-dick-arousal, he wanted to make sure the other two didn’t go overboard. Lyndon and Dixon both rolled their eyes at him, shooting him a “fuck you” look. The little brother role peaked to the surface and he wrinkled his nose and spread his arms in a mock bow, “Please, continue, my dear brother.” EmmaLee grinned, seemingly entertained by their bickering.
Lyndon fetched the flogger quickly, showing his overenthusiasm. Dixon and Jase both stood back, propped against the table, to watch the show. “Okay, Emmie darlin’, I want you to count them out for me like this. ‘One, sir. Two, sir.’ And so on. Do you understand?”
With wide eyes that now remained affixed to the strappy sprouting handle, she answered “Ye–yes, sir.” Her voice had turned up a few higher notes, but she still managed to answer correctly.
“Good girl.” Lyndon praised her and kissed her sweetly. “Okay, here we go.” He traced the tickling strands up and down the length of her body, drawing goose bumps to coat every inch of her flesh. Her little nipples pebbled hard enough to cut glass, making it almost impossible to keep from wrapping them in the safety of his mouth. Without any inclination, Lyndon reared back and slapped her left breast. EmmaLee moaned loud, and arched her back, presenting herself even more for Lyndon. The pink stripes left across the large globe looked delectable.
Like a pro, she counted, “One, sir.”
Dixon had scooted a few feet away from Jase, making sure his view was undisturbed. He pumped his cock rapidly, unmistakably suffering the same overpowering discomfort and arousal Jase was.
Lyndon peppered her stomach, leaving more light marks. “Two, sir.” Her voice only slightly faltered, but the cream that ran down the inside of her legs glistened in the candlelight. It was impossible to keep from stroking himself at the sight before him, and he had to use every ounce of willpower to stop and prevent spewing his load.
The flogger whizzed through the air, landing first on her untouched ta-ta, marking it to match the first. Before she had time to recover, he dropped it across first one thigh, then the other, three down each leg, and one across her bare cunt. Her knees buckled, her breath came out in frantic gasps, and she shook. Her head was lolled back, like her neck lost all muscle. Jase gripped the table, making his fingers sting and ache in order to keep from flying over and fucking her over the edge. This was the hottest damn thing he had ever seen in his life.
“Count, Emm.” Lyndon’s voice boomed.
Her head rolled back and forth, with her eyes only opened a slit. “U–uh–h, ummm, th–th–three, s–sir, f–four, sir.” She hesitated. Dixon cleared his throat and jerked her attention back. She counted the rest in slow, steady increments, making it muffled and inaudible. When she reached the end her voice trailed off, lost in the same world she had noticeably floated into. Lyndon quickly picked up on her lack of ability to focus, and stepped back to the table.
He walked back with a smallish purple dildo, and knelt in front of her. He used his hand to softly part her legs wider, and slowly eased the rubber cock into her gushing aperture. The look on EmmaLee’s face was Jase’s undoing. Her moans and ragged breathing sent pre-cum oozing out the tip of his miserably throbbing dick. When Lyndon pumped it in and out of her, sucking sounds came from her overly lubed, desperate tunnel. “Oh shit! Listen to that sound! Pound that honey spot, Lyndon.” Jase moved up and knelt beside Lyndon, wanting to see up close.
“Make her come, Lyndon.” Dixon had been intensely quiet up until now, and the baritone in his voice rumbled viciously.
“Watch and learn, boys. I bet I can make her come in four pumps. Any takers?” Lyndon said in a cocky tone.
