by Madison Faye
Damn she was perfect. And honestly, that sweet little muff was sexy as fuck, but Jeb Pike’s fucking rules were that the girls had to be clean shaved.
“I’m gonna lather you now.”
She nodded, eyes wide as she swallowed thickly.
“Here, lean back against Roman.”
My friend was kneeling behind her, and she slowly let herself sink back again him. His hands went to her arms, steadying her, and I could see her shiver at the touch.
I sprayed some shaving cream on my hand, my pulse fucking roaring in my ears as my eyes locked between her legs. I could see her stomach cave and tremble, her breath coming fast as I filled my hand with the foam. I reached forward and slowly started to lather her.
Holy. Fuck.
My vision drowned to a single focus of my hand touching that sweet, perfect pussy. My cock throbbed in my jeans, pulsing hot against my thigh as I felt the tender skin of her beneath my hand. Johanna gasped slightly, her chest rising and falling, her legs trembling, but still so submissively spread for me.
And I was telling myself this was just the job, but I knew that was dead fucking wrong. I liked putting my hands between her legs. I fucking liked the way her soft lips felt under my fingers as I lathered her with the cream.
I liked the way she trembled for me as I ran my hands over her most intimate area.
Reluctantly, I pulled my hand back, swallowing heavily as I reached for the straight razor and dipped it under the water. I got it nice and hot before I brought it back out and moved in.
“Keep those legs spread, baby,” I growled hoarsely as I brought the blade to her skin.
Johanna gasped quietly as I shaved away one little bit at a time, dragging the hot blade over her tender skin and leaving it pink and bare in its wake. Her breath caught once or twice, her body stiffening, but she kept still.
“Just relax,” Roman purred in her ear, and I looked up to see her slowly exhale, her eyes locked on my hands between her legs, and a flush on her cheeks — the kind of flush a girl only gets one way.
Being turned on.
And the thought that this hot, off-limits, gorgeous creature was getting worked up over my hands on her had me ready to tear my fucking jeans off right there and bury my cock to the hilt in her.
I rinsed the blade instead, and brought it up once more, my fingers pulling her skin taut as I cleaned the last bit away from her. I cupped some water from the tub and poured it over her, watching the last of the shaving cream rinse away.
I almost lost it.
Just the sight of that bare, pink, glistening pussy, and I almost dove right in right then and there and slid my tongue deep inside her folds. I wanted to taste very fucking bit of her until she was squealing for my tongue.
But I couldn’t, and I knew that.
Giving in to that temptation could be the end for all three of us.
“How’s it feel?”
She was panting, so help me God.
“Good,” she whispered, her voice so damn innocent. “Different. Tingly.”
“Hang on.”
I reached over and grabbed some skin-care ointment.
Johanna’s eyes went wide. “What’s that?”
“So you don’t get sore. Here.”
I fucking growled as I started to rub that oil on her bare shaved cunt, feeling my hands slipping over her smooth little mound, those soft lips. And I was just doing one more pass and telling myself this was it and to take my fucking hands off her.
When she moaned.
I froze, the blood roared in my ears.
I hadn’t just imagined that. This fucking girl had just moaned as I touched her. And that was the dam breaking.
I kept rubbing. My hands slipped over her lips, and my eyes moved up her body to see her closing her eyes, her mouth opening. Roman’s eyes flared, and he shook his head at me, but I was past caring, past giving a shit.
I moved in faster, more determined circles, my fingers brushing right over her little clit and making her gasp as she arched her back. My thumb rolled over her nub, my fingers slipping up and down her lips until she was starting to shake on the edge of that tub.
She whimpered, melting back into Roman’s chest as I teased her pussy. I could hear my buddy growl, and I glanced up to see the pure need on his face as his hands moved to her sides, fingers tracing up and down her ribs.
She shivered, but she didn’t stop us — didn’t say anything. Her eyes stayed close, her mouth panting in arousal, her nipples hard and erect as I played with her clit faster and faster.
Roman’s hand skimmed up and down her sides, brushing the sides of her breasts, and he leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.
“Oh, God,” she whispered quietly.
That was the last of my restraint, if you could even call where I was at that point “restraint.” I leaned in, opened my mouth, and dragged my tongue up that perfect pussy.
I’d barely flicked over her clit when she suddenly exploded. Her hips bucked against my mouth, the cry broke from her lips, and she gasped loudly as her whole body shuddered with her climax.
The room went still.
Fuck.
Fuck, that was bad.
I pulled away quickly, and Roman did the same. Johanna opened her eyes, staring at us.
“That—”
“You’re good to go,” I said briskly, standing. “Now you fit the rules.”
I had to get out of there before I pulled her into my lap spread her legs and eased every inch of my rock hard cock inside her sweet little pussy.
Roman cleared his throat, shifting the noticeable bulge in his own jeans.
“We’re downstairs. Buzz the button on your bedside table if you need anything.”
Joanna bit her lip, her legs closing and her arms crossing over her chest as if suddenly bashful. Yet her eyes blazed with something… hungry.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
We turned, and stepped briskly from the room, closing the door to her room on the way out.
9
Johanna
Oh my God.
What had just happened?
As they closed the door behind them, I found myself slipping back into the tub, sliding down until my chin was touching the bubbles on the surface of the water.
I couldn’t believe what had just happened had actually happened. I knew I should have been scared about what was going on with everything and why I was here and all that, but there was something about them that made it better.
Something about them comforted me.
For so long, no boy had ever interested me. I’d spent years listening to Peggy talk about all her male conquests, and at no point had it ever appealed to me, because none of the guys I’d ever met had sparked anything like that in me.
Until now. And to make it all completely and utterly confusing, there was two of them that did. Worse? They were my captors. But still, I couldn’t deny how they’d felt earlier. Yes, I was their prisoner, but that’s not why what happened earlier had happened. I could have fought. They were much bigger and stronger than me, but something told me they’d have walked away from that if I’d put up a fight.
And I hadn’t — not at all.
Later, under the covers of my bed, I felt my whole body tingle at the memory of sitting perched on the edge of that tub with both of their hands on me. It’d started — well, I’d say it started innocently enough, but it hadn’t. Not at all.
It’d started with these two rough, gorgeous cowboys bringing me to the tub to shave my pussy for me. I mean my goodness, I’d never imagined a situation like that in a million years.
I could still feel Colt’s hands on me, the way his fingers had slid between my legs. No one had ever touched me there, and my body was still tingling with the memory of it. His hands had felt so much better than the agitator machine I’d used in the barn before. I’d been lost in it, leaning against Roman’s strong, powerful chest while the chill of the razor slipped over my mound.
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bsp; And then his fingers, and the ointment.
The way my whole body came alive, and the way I wanted nothing more than for him to keep touching me there, even if I knew it was wrong.
Sitting there spread-legged on the edge of the tub with one man’s hands on my pussy, his thumb on my clit while his friend held me and let his lips trail over my ear — it’d been too much. And I’d wanted to stop it, but I also couldn’t at all, because it felt too real — too perfect, too amazing.
I squeezed my legs together under the covers, feeling my bare tender lips rub against each other. I moaned, slipping my hands under the sheets and moving them lower to touch myself.
I felt so smooth.
I felt so naughty and dirty and so sexy, all at the same time. And I wanted more of their touch.
I wanted so much more.
I thought of the way he’d made me come, and the way his mouth down there had felt. It’d been like nothing I’d ever imagined it’d feel like, as many times as Peggy had gone off about it. I whimpered as I brought my hands lower, fingers trailing over my soaking wet, bare lips.
I was so wet for them, even being a prisoner here and with whatever was going on.
There was something about Colt and Roman. Ever since that day I’d seen them at my aunt and uncle’s ranch, something had clicked with them. Something about them made me feel warm and safe, even in this place. Something about them made me feel so hot, and dripping wet, and aching for them.
My fingers moved faster, imagining both of them doing that again. I imagined both their tongues this time, both of them kissing and touching me. Just like my fantasy in the barn, I pictured both of them - putting their hands on me, touching me in places no one had.
Making me feel things I’d never felt before.
Like today.
My breath came short and quick as my fingers brushed over my clit again and again, my other hand sliding over my lips, feeling how smooth I was and loving how sexy it felt.
In my head, it was the two of them, of course. There in that bed, in my fantasy, it was my two rough and yet gentle cowboys, under the covers with me and putting their hands all over me.
My fingers spread my lips, and my thumb rolled over my clit, and I turned my head and buried my gasp into the pillow as the orgasm crashed through me.
I lay there panting, my fingers still idly stroking my skin as I caught my breath. Slowly, I turned and glanced at the bedside table, and at the little red button there.
“Buzz the button on your bedside table if you need anything.”
And God help me, I almost pushed it.
Almost, before I quickly took my hands away from myself and yanked the covers up to my chin.
I had to get my head on straight. I had to get my mind out of the fantasy land they’d put me in and look at the reality here. And the reality was, I was a prisoner in this place, and they were my captors.
My guards.
And I knew enough that falling for them was definitely some sort of Stockholm syndrome.
I froze as the blush crept into my cheeks.
Falling for them.
I quickly turned over, pulling the covers up high as I forced my eyes closed, tried to will myself to sleep, and tried to keep the dreams of their hands on me out of my head.
I failed at that last one.
10
Roman
She was right upstairs, tempting me.
Tempting us.
My hands could still feel the way her small little body had trembled and shuddered as she’d come earlier. I could still feel the way her back had arched against my chest, the way her breath had caught in my ears as her body had gone stiff and the orgasm ripped through her.
I’d wanted to tell Colt how fucking stupid that’d been — and hell, I still kind of did — but I couldn’t. Not after I’d been such a willing participant in it. Not after I’d held her as she came — not after I’d felt my cock pulse against her back as that sweet little moan of pleasure had fallen from her lips.
It’d been stupid, what we did. Stupid and reckless. Yeah, we could tell ourselves we’d just been following the rules, and the protocols, and that her not being up to Jeb’s fucking protocols was bad for us, but that was bullshit and we knew it. The ranch had a team of professionals for things like that — women, not guys like us who were there to take care of any and all needs the girls at the ranch needed.
Needs like getting their pussy shaved.
Yeah, one call and a middle-aged, extremely professional woman would have come up in a heartbeat to take care of that for her, and we knew that. A professional, as opposed to two guys like us dancing on the knife’s edge of what was appropriate and barely holding on to our sanities when we put our hands on her. Not two guys like us with raging hard erections, with lust in our eyes.
I glanced over at Colt.
Lucky fucking prick, I grinned to myself. Hell, I’d just held her body, my fingers just brushing her breasts, my lips just shy of tasting her skin. But my friend had had his hands on her — his fingers spreading her soft lips, his thumb brushing over that clit.
Goddamn it made me hard just thinking about it again. It made my cock lurch just imagining her reaching back to stroke me while my friend licked her pussy. I imagined getting her on her hands and knees — so sweet, so innocent, and so fucking submissive for us. I imagined her lips wrapped tight around Colt’s cock while I gave her every damn inch of mine, my hands gripping her tight little ass as I rocked into her.
I glanced at Colt again, and I could see it all over his face too — the same war going on inside his head that was raging in mine. The war of duty versus desire — of responsibility to the debt and the consequences both to us and those we loved if we broke that debt, pitted against the pure need to touch her again. I wanted to say it was just the forbidden temptation of it all — that she was so gorgeous, and so young, and sweet that it brought out the devil in me. I wanted to make that sweetness mine, but it was more than that.
It was her.
It was the fact that she drew us both to her like moths to a flame. I’d felt it the second we saw her out at the farm, and I knew Colt had too. The two of us had gone after women together before — all the time, actually. And sure, there were a lot of women out there who went gaga over the idea of two cowboys like us showing them a good time — women who wanted the fantasy of two guys like us fucking them like they’d never been fucked before.
But there’d never been anything that felt real — not even close. In, fact, it’d been a long damn time since we’d even tried to pursue anything, since it’d just started to feel empty and hollow.
Johanna was something different. That girl upstairs who we’d just crossed a big fucking line with did something to us, and brought something out in us we’d pushed away for a long time.
And now I didn’t know how the fuck we were going to ignore that.
11
Johanna
I awoke with a start to the sound of my bedroom door banging open. I gasped, yanking the covers up to my chin at the dark shape that lurched towards me.
“Well, well, well, if it ain’t my newest little filly.”
Mr. Pike.
I gasped again, scooting to the far side of the bed as he staggered towards me. I’d gone to bed in just a pair of panties, and I shivered as my eyes dropped to the bottle in his hand that he slammed down on the bedside table with a thud. Moonlight shone through the windows, glinting off his wicked smile.
“You know,” he slurred. “Some lucky prick is gonna have a real fine time breaking you in. I bet those lips of yours were made for suckin’ cock, now weren’t they?”
I shivered, eyeing him and holding the covers tightly in my fists.
“Answer the fucking question,” he snarled. “Or else maybe I need to get that pretty mouth of yours over here and get a sample myself, huh?”
He started to lurch towards my far side of the bed, when two figures came crashing through the doorway.
“Mr. Pike,” Roman hissed, his shoulders bunched and his fists actually raised in front of him. Colt shook his head quietly and pushed his friends raised hands down as Mr. Pike turned.
“The fuck do you two idiots want? I’m busy in here.”
I could see both of the cowboys’ eyes flare as they darted to me, shying away on the bed, and Mr. Pike, looming over me with his hand on his belt.
“There’s a matter that needs your attention in C-block,” Colt said icily, his jaw clenched.
“Well what is it?”
“Dunno boss, we got sent to get you. Urgent business or something.”
Mr. Pike swore. “Fuckin’, what the fuck do I pay people for around here?” He glanced back at me and sneered. “I’ll be back for you, little filly.” He grabbed his bottle off the bedside table, shouldered past Colt and Roman, and stumbled out the door.
The two of them were instantly by my side.
“The fuck did he do?” Roman hissed.
“Nothing, it’s fine.”
It didn’t feel fine. In fact, I was shaking.
“Johanna—”
“Why do you work for him?”
The words I’d been wondering ever since I realized the two men I couldn’t stop thinking about were part of Mr. Pike’s whole horrible operation came tumbling out before I could stop them. Colt and Roman glanced at each other.
“I mean, you—”
I wanted to tell them they weren’t bad, and that something about them made me feel good, and that they didn’t seem like the type to work for a place like this and man like that. I just didn’t know how to tell them all that without spilling what I was feeling for them.
...Because what I was feeling for them was silly, and I knew that. It was silly to think that way about two men like this, who worked for a man like Mr. Pike.
“You want to know why we’re here.”
I looked up and my eyes caught Colt’s. I nodded.
“It’s not willingly,” Roman growled. “We work for him because we owe some very bad people a lot of money, and those people have a business arrangement with Jeb Pike.”
