Bound

by Molly Ann Wishlade

  It was a risk. But it was worth it.

  “Okay, Etu.” Charlie pecked him on the lips. “I’ll follow your lead. But if she seems at all reticent…we leave her alone and come up with an alternative plan.”

  Etu nodded. This would work. It had to. He had no idea what else they could do. And he didn’t want to try an alternative. He wanted Layla.

  Chapter Four

  Layla swallowed hard. Lying on her side on the bracken-covered ground, bound and naked, had turned her into a boiling pot of emotions. Etu and Charlie had moved away to talk and she could only guess at the turn of their conversation.

  She was fully aware that she should be terrified. But she was burning up with a strange kind of fever. She didn’t feel ill. Just in need. And the rope wasn’t helping. It seemed to caress her skin with its rough surface everywhere it touched her.

  And it was touching her intimately.

  The men stopped talking and walked towards her. What were they going to do? Would they leave her tied up like this all night? Naked. Vulnerable. Alone.

  Etu knelt in front of her but Charlie walked around and knelt behind her.

  “What…what are you doing?” Her voice sounded strangled.

  “Layla.” Etu ran a finger along her jawbone. “You’re so beautiful.”

  “I am?”

  He nodded. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. It’s not just your hair, your skin and your eyes,” he continued, “there’s something inside of you that shines. It lights you up like the stars whenever you let down your guard.”

  Layla lifted her head.

  Was he mocking her?

  His eyes were open. Honest. Serious.

  “How did you really feel about what you saw?”

  She bit her lip. This man wanted honesty.

  “I expected to be shocked but instead…I was overwhelmed. It was…intense. Tender. Not at all what I would have expected.”

  “From your own experience.”

  Etu ran his hand from her jaw down to her throat and pressed a finger to her flesh.

  “What are you…”

  “I can feel your pulse, Layla. It gives me an idea of how you’re feeling.”

  “Oh.” Her heartbeat quickened just at the thought that he might be able to read her that way.

  “What experience have you had of men?”

  She hadn’t said much about Henrik in her letters. Just glossed over the details of her involvement. Should she tell them all about it now?

  “I…there…was a man.” Her cheeks filled with the familiar heat of shame.

  “You’re not a virgin?” Etu asked. There was no judgement in his handsome face. Just interest.

  She shook her head.

  “And how was he?”

  Layla frowned. She didn’t know. It wasn’t good but then perhaps that was what it was like between a man and a woman. Perhaps men weren’t tender towards female flesh. Yet Etu and Charlie had been tender with each other.

  “It was…” How to explain it?

  “Well, I take it that it wasn’t wonderful, Layla.” Etu removed his fingers from her throat then ran them slowly down to her collar bones where he traced them across her chest. He circled the hollow at her throat. “Would you like to know how good it can be?”

  What was he offering? To make love to her? Now?

  “I..uh…”

  She shivered as Charlie ran a finger down her spine, soft and light as a feather. He traced it from below her hair to the valley between her buttocks. Then back up again. How could such a light caress set her whole body ablaze?

  She wriggled against her restraints but her movements just tightened the rope. She found the idea of being touched while she was unable to respond, except helplessly, strangely thrilling.

  Etu cupped her face with one hand and ran the other one down her chest, skipping lightly over the spot where her breasts met to her belly button. He stopped at the top of her mound then ran his hand back up. Each time he moved a little lower so that she panted with yearning.

  The sensations back and front were so exquisite. So feather-light yet so intense. She wanted more. She needed more.

  “Layla…” Etu leant forwards and darted his tongue over her lips. He caught the bottom one between his teeth and nipped it. She gasped at the shock of pleasure as it ran through her body.

  “Yes!”

  “Yes?” Etu teased.

  “I want to know. I want you to show me.”

  She saw the secret smile he shot at Charlie and it made her spirits soar. They wanted her too. She was desired.

  Etu took her breasts in his hands and cupped them, rubbing his thumbs over her hard nipples. She threw her head back and arched into his touch. It was so good to feel another human being so close. Desiring her. Reciprocal desire was as good as fine wine. Better.

  “Is that nice?” Etu questioned.

  She nodded, biting her bottom lip. He cared about how it felt for her.

  “What do you want, Layla? Tell us and we’ll make it happen.”

  She looked into his eyes. Behind her Charlie rested his hands on her bottom, cupping her cheeks in his large, rough hands.

  Etu tweaked her nipples, pulling them towards him. The sensation was at once sweet yet almost painful. He released then pulled again and heat pooled between her legs like molten lava.

  “I want…to be with you. Like you were earlier. I want that. I want to share in that.”

  She stared hard at him. Was she unacceptably wanton to ask for such a thing? Would they judge her now and tell their boss that she was a harlot and not fit to marry?

  Etu smiled and kissed her gently.

  “Of course, Layla. We will show you.”

  He lay on his side next to her and began kissing her, pressing his body against her front. She moaned as he fondled her bosoms and she tried to thrust her hips forwards to feel his cock between her legs. But the movement pressed the rough rope into her silken folds.

  Behind her, Charlie pulled her feet towards him. It pulled her restraints tighter. He released her feet which slackened the rope. Then he pulled them back again. Each time, the rope slipped against her clit. The pressure was too much and as he tugged on her feet again, she shuddered as a powerful orgasm ricocheted through her body and she lost all sense and reason.

  When the delicious ripples had ceased, she opened her eyes. Etu was smiling at her.

  “That was just for starters,” he whispered. His eyes blazed with desire.

  “Starters?” What did he mean? That had been so good, so intense. How could there be more?

  “There’s a way to heighten your pleasure. I can make it more intense for you.” Etu moved his warmth away from her body and walked over to his clothing. He returned with a neckerchief.

  “Trust me?”

  Trust? Layla wanted to with all her heart. But trust was the one thing she was reluctant to give. Trust meant complete surrender and she didn’t know if she could do that. But she also didn’t want to miss out on experiencing what the two men had to offer.

  She was drawn towards them. There was no denying it. She wanted to connect with them. But did she trust them? Could she ever trust another man? She didn’t know. She’d given Henrik her trust then he’d walked all over her, taken all she had and broken her heart. But Charlie and Etu…they seemed different. Already they seemed intent on pleasuring her, on pleasing her. Henrik had used her body, taken her innocence and pleasured himself without keeping his promises. She’d been convinced that all men must be the same. What would it take to change her mind? To earn her trust?

  One night?

  She shook her head at her foolish thoughts. In the morning Charlie and Etu would take her to Mr Jackman. She’d have to beg for forgiveness then either surrender to the role of wife or return to Deadwood…to surrender her body to a life as a soiled dove.

  So why not enjoy tonight? Whatever these two had planned for her she would feel it, live it, experience it. For it could not be worse than what her
future held.

  So she nodded.

  And everything disappeared as Etu tied the scarf around her eyes.

  ****

  Layla lay still.

  She listened.

  She could hear the crackling of the fire. The whispering of the leaves in the breeze. Her own breathing.

  And…kissing.

  “Etu? Charlie?” Her voice quivered.

  “Shhh.”

  She shivered as four hands landed on her skin simultaneously. Charlie and Etu ran their fingers over her naked flesh, touching every inch of her. They smoothed her hair, stroked her back and her bottom, tickled her feet. She giggled as they probed beneath her arms and behind her knees. But every time she moved, the rope did too. It created the most delicious friction between her legs. And soon, as they continued their caresses and Layla wriggled in response, she found herself lost in a delicious rhythm. The rope rubbed back and forth and she ground against it.

  She was naked. With two gorgeous men. Tied up so that she couldn’t move freely. Blindfolded so that she couldn’t see but every other sense was enhanced. She was as vulnerable as a woman could be yet she felt safe.

  When a hot mouth found her breasts and suckled them in turn, she squeezed her thighs together, grateful for the rope’s pressure against her clit. It was already wet from her previous climax and it created a wonderful lubrication which heightened the sensation on her swollen bud.

  Suddenly, her ass was taken firmly between two large hands. Rough hands. Charlie’s hands. And they pulled her cheeks apart.

  “No!” she gasped. “What?”

  The rope was pushed aside from between her cheeks and the heat and warmth of Charlie’s mouth and tongue covered her rear entry. She froze. The sensation was so unfamiliar. So unusual. So forbidden. He probed her with his tongue, slipping it into her behind and she moaned as pleasure engulfed her once more. What they were doing was frowned upon, surely. So naughty. So good. And now she felt no shame, just sheer joy and ecstasy.

  With Etu kissing her bosoms and pulling on her nipples, the rope sliding against her throbbing clit and Charlie’s hot tongue roving over her sensitive anus, she soon lost all fears and rational thoughts and became one with sensation, one with movement, the victim of arousal.

  Bright lights swam before her blindfolded eyes and she climbed the peaks of pleasure. Each one in turn got bigger until she reached the highest point and her cunny shattered against the rope, her internal muscles clenched together and her whole body spasmed with a delightful paroxysm of satisfaction.

  As her movements slowed, she heard low, deep laughter.

  The blindfold was removed.

  Etu lay facing her. She could feel the warmth of Charlie’s chest as he snuggled behind her. Their erections dug into her, front and back like silk-covered spears keeping her – the willing prisoner – in place.

  “How was it?” Etu asked. His eyes reflected her flushed face.

  “It was…” Her voice trembled. She cleared her throat. “It was amazing. Again. I’ve never felt like this before.”

  Charlie reached around and took her breast in his hand. He fondled it and lifted it, weighing it in his palm.

  “There’s more. So much more, Layla. You just have to surrender to it. Let yourself go. Don’t hold back…anything.”

  She took a deep breath.

  Don’t hold back…anything. Could she surrender completely? Body, mind and trust?

  She didn’t know.

  But as the rope was untied and the two cowboys kissed every inch of her skin, she felt herself drifting again towards a depth of joy that she wanted to surrender to.

  Etu slid down her body and began licking her swollen labia. Charlie ground his erection into her behind then slipped it between her legs into the wet heat that had flooded there when she had climaxed. He was huge, hard, demanding.

  Her body began to open like the petals of a flower under the attention of the sun.

  Her mind began piecing together the infinite possibilities of actually trusting and loving two other human beings.

  And her heart, once broken and wary, brittle and scarred, began to open too.

  ****

  Layla moaned as Etu plundered her mouth with his tongue. He ran it slowly over her lips then pushed between her teeth. When he found her tongue, he tickled it with his own then sucked hers gently.

  Charlie slid away from her then Etu eased her backwards, so that she lay prone on the ground. His weight on top of her stirred her passion and she wrapped her legs and arms around him, savouring the feel of his hard masculine body as it pressed against hers. She lifted her hips to meet his and ground into him, her desire growing as he rubbed his erection over the sensitive flesh of her mound. It excited her even more to know that Charlie was watching. She wanted him to join in.

  When Etu stopped and sat back on his haunches, she sighed.

  “It’s okay, Layla,” he whispered. “Soft and slow is what you need.”

  She saw Etu glance at Charlie and nod. Charlie moved around to sit at Layla’s head. He eased her hair out from under her and spread it out around her.

  “Like a titian halo,” he whispered as he ran his long fingers through it.

  Layla shivered as the combing sent delicious little tingles down her spine. She looked up to find Etu’s eyes. They were dark with desire yet in their centres the flames of the fire were reflected. His gaze seemed to burn into her soul and it increased her delight.

  The cool breeze rushed over Layla’s skin and her nipples, already hard, tingled with anticipation. Charlie stared at them then reached down and tweaked them. Layla giggled at the almost painful yet arousing sensation. Then he took her arms and stretched them out above her head so that they rested upon her silky hair.

  What would happen now?

  When she felt Etu’s hands slide back up her legs, she whimpered.

  “What is it, Layla?” he asked.

  She opened her eyes and looked at him.

  “You’re not afraid?”

  She smiled. “No…not really…I’m…uh…”

  “We won’t hurt you, I promise.”

  “Okay.” Her voice came out as a squeak. She wasn’t afraid. She was overwhelmed with curiosity and excitement. Every inch of her body felt highly sensitive and she yearned now to find out if what she’d experienced with…with Henrik…had been all that there was. Would Etu put his cock inside her or would Charlie? They were both well-endowed but Charlie’s was bigger. Something that size had to hurt. Or feel incredibly good. Her internal muscles clenched in anticipation.

  Just being touched and kissed by Charlie and Etu, was more thrilling and more sensual than the whole process she’d been through with Henrik. That had been fast and hard and quite painful. She’d gained no pleasure from it once he’d finished with his kisses. He had in all honesty not given a damn about whether or not she’d enjoyed it.

  Charlie ran his hands up and down her arms, moving across her armpits and around the sides of her breasts while Etu worked his way upwards from her feet. They kissed everything from her toes to her fingertips, but left her nipples and her pussy alone.

  It was exquisite torture.

  She gazed from Etu to Charlie. Their glorious bodies glowed in the silvery light from the stars and Layla felt as if she were in the company of angels or spirits of the wood. From head to toe, they were perfectly sculpted specimens and she felt humbled to be the object of their attentions. Her gaze was pulled from their smiles to their hard cocks which jutted out from their bodies as if calling to the thin slice of moon. Each glistened at the head with a drop of liquid that she had a sudden desire to taste. She extricated herself from their hands and mouths and rolled over then got to her knees.

  All inhibitions fell from her. This was good, it was natural and it was about human connection.

  She leant towards Charlie’s groin and took his cock in her left hand. With her right, she reached out and took hold of Etu’s. Her pussy clenched as she touched the
m and she realised that she wanted to know how to please them both. She felt powerful as she caressed each man. Exhilarated by the way that she could make them moan, increase or decrease the intensity of the sensations they experienced. She was a beautiful woman. She knew it now and it filled her heart with hope.

  If she could feel like this after just a few hours with Charlie and Etu, how would she feel after spending longer with them?

  Layla rubbed her thumbs over the end of each cock, causing the men to groan. Then she leant towards Charlie and ran her tongue over his, licking away the salty-sweet fluid. His masculine scent engulfed her and she moaned, licking and suckling at his end with a hunger that consumed her. She wanted to drink deeply of his masculinity, to swallow his hot seed until he was sated. Etu moved closer, pushing his erection towards her face. He needed her too. It was as if they were competing for her attention. She held the key now to their satisfaction.

  She released Charlie and took Etu’s length into her mouth, running her tongue over the head of his cock and tasting him too. He smelt different yet the same. She alternated between them for a while, using her hands to massage them whilst they waited for her mouth. Their combined scents aroused her and desire bubbled in her belly.

  She wanted these men with a hunger that spread out from her cunny and tingled through every fibre of her being. She wanted to do everything with them, to touch and kiss them everywhere. She had felt none of this with Henrik and now she knew why. It had been wrong. He had been wrong.

  This, however, felt so incredibly right.

  ****

  Charlie pressed his throbbing member into Layla’s hot mouth. His balls ached and his cock was so tense it hurt. He wanted nothing more than to plunge into her repeatedly until he came hard but he was holding back. He wanted Layla to feel good, to enjoy herself. He also didn’t want to scare her away. She was female. Soft and warm and more delicate than Etu. But he was surprised to find that he desired her every bit as much.