Buckskins, Boots & Bondage (Cowboy Kink) (13 page)

“Well.” She couldn’t help the nervous little laugh that bubbled out of her. “I think this is a first, a Dom apologizing to a sub.”

He stared directly into her eyes, and she could see all the emotion sizzling in his.

“You’re more than a sub to us,” he told her. “I hope you know that. You told us you love us. Now it’s our turn to tell you. If you accept the apology, we promise to cherish you for the rest of your life. Count on it.”

“We want to take you home with us,” Tucker added. “Permanently. Does that fit in with your plans now?”

Yes, yes, yes!

“I’ll have to make a living, you know. I’m still a lawyer. That hasn’t changed. I’m thinking about opening my own practice. I figure the Hill Country can always use one more legal eagle. Does that work for you?”

“It was never your career as such that made us angry,” Justin told her. “Just the thought that you might be working against us after what we’d come to mean to each other. All of us.” He cupped her breasts in his palms. “What happens now is just details. We got the most important one out of the way.”

“No,” Tucker disagreed. “
This
is the most important one. You didn’t really answer us one way or the other. Angel, will you build a life with us? Make a home together?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, I will.”

Tucker toed off his boots and stood them to the side, the polished leather gleaming in the ambient light. His eyes never left hers while he unbuttoned his shirt, tossed it aside and began to work on his jeans. “You don’t know how much it hurt to think we were never going to get to fuck you again, sugar. Or feel that sweet mouth around my cock. Or taste your sweet pussy juice.”

Behind her, Angel could sense Justin removing his clothes.

“But I think she needs a little punishment just so she remembers who her Masters are,” he said. “Don’t you agree, Tuck?”

“I surely do. Angel, baby, I think this time we both need to paddle that sweet ass. So you’ll never put us through something like this again.”

Heat blasted through her and cream gushed in her cunt, wetting her thighs. Already she could feel the tingling sensation on the cheeks of her ass.

“Why don’t you go first, big brother?” Tucker asked. “Get her warmed up.”

“Sure thing.”

From the corner of her eye, Angel saw Justin, now completely naked, reach for the short leather paddle on the table.

“This works real well on her,” he remarked. “I like the marks it leaves.”

“Then get to it,” Tucker urged.

He cupped her cheeks with his hands, pressed his open mouth to hers and thrust his tongue inside at the exact moment the first
smack
fell on her skin. Angel jerked, but Tucker held her in place, his tongue exploring her mouth, a flame igniting everything it touched.

The next blow fell quickly, and then another. Warmth spread to her thighs and her pussy, increasing in intensity with each strike. And the more the paddle fell, the deeper Tucker took the kiss. Angel’s head was spinning as sensation piled on sensation.

She barely heard Justin when he said, “Your turn.” But she cried out in disappointment when Tucker dropped his hands and his mouth left hers.

But in the next moment, Justin was in front of her, kissing her jaw line, her collarbone, sucking the swollen buds of her tormented nipples. She shivered with anticipation when he dropped to his knees in front of her, parted her labia and stroked his tongue the full length of her slit.

“I’m using this little switch,” Tucker drawled. “It’ll leave nice stripes to go with the marks from the paddle. You’ll love it, Angel girl.”

At the moment, she would love anything if only someone would give her some release from the incredible hunger rampaging through her body. She almost sobbed with relief when the thin switch struck her ass at the exact moment Justin took her clit in his mouth. He nibbled and sucked and pulled as Justin applied his instrument over and over, her ass and thighs so hot she thought they were on fire.

As the last blow was delivered, Justin slid two fingers inside her and she climaxed violently, shuddering and shaking and crying out.

“Open your eyes, Angel,” Justin ordered as he slid his fingers from her body.

She watched him as he carefully and slowly licked her cream from his fingers, the lust in his eyes as hot as a forest fire.

“Man, I just love looking at those red butt cheeks,” Tucker said, tossing the switch aside. “But more than that, I want to slide my dick in your ass, in that hot dark tunnel.”

“Then let’s do it,” Justin said. “I’m so hard I’m afraid if I bump into a wall my cock will break off.”

Justin stood up and reached around to her buttocks, pulling the cheeks wide so Tucker could lube her up. The moment those well-oiled fingers slid into her rectum, Angel was ready again, hungry to feel both of men inside her. The two men quickly sheathed themselves then Justin held her against him while Tucker slid carefully into her ass.

Ohgodohgodohgod.

She pushed back against him, her inner walls stretching to take his thickness. Then Justin bent to untie her ankles and lifted one leg, placing it on his hip to open her to his invasion. The feeling of both cocks buried deep inside her set Angel off again and another orgasm surged through her. Every muscle in the bodies of the twins tightened as she shuddered through her climax, groans of pleasure rolling from their mouths.

“Damn,” Justin said, struggling to breathe. “We need to punish her more if she gets this hot every time.”

“I’ll just have to be naughty more, I guess,” she gasped.

“Naughty is good,” Tucker said, nibbling her ear. “Ready, bro?”

“More than.”

Then Justin’s mouth was on hers, his tongue sliding over hers, as the two men began their coordinated dance. In. Out. Back. Forth. Angel rocked with them, forward and back, her body filled with them, her muscles clamping down on their cocks.

They tumbled off the ledge together, three bodies shaking with violent spasms. Spasm after spasm rocked them until there was nothing left. Until all three were spent. They stood locked together until the men had regained enough breath to ease from her body and release her from her restraints. They ease her nipples with their mouths as they removed the clamps.

Then they sandwiched her between them, arms wrapped around her.

“Build a future with us, Angel,” Justin said. “Be with us forever.”

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Tucker asked. “Let’s wrap up our present and go home.”

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Rawhide:

Bite The Bullet

by

Desiree Holt

Book 3 of the Rawhide Series

Montana Steele hoped her new job was a new start. At Rawhide, the private bondage club, she would find willing subs who fit neatly into one compartment of her life. Clint Chavez, part owner of Rawhide, was determined to never again involve himself emotionally in a relationship. But neither expected the fireworks that erupted between them, nor the erotic attraction that would bind them together despite their best efforts.

Chapter One

“Looks like a full house again tonight.”

Clint Chavez closed the email he was reading and swiveled around in his chair to greet Reece Halliday, his friend and partner in the very private fetish club, Rawhide.

“Yup. You called it when you said Performance Night would be a big hit. And it certainly drummed up business on a Tuesday.”

They had discussed all the pros and cons for a long time, visiting other clubs where members were willing to stage specific types of performances for the other members and their guests. Clint hadn’t been so sure their clientele was the type to go for it, either as performer or audience. But Rawhide actually had a waiting list of those who wanted to stage an act, and members knew to arrive early or they’d end up standing through the entire show.

The show also created sexual stimulation in the viewers, meaning the private rooms were booked up from the end of the show until closing.

“Katie with you tonight?” Clint asked.

Reece laughed. “Are you kidding? She wouldn’t miss it.”

Katie Warren Halliday and Reece had been lovers years before, split, and reconnected when Clint, unbeknownst to Reece, hired her to manage Rawhide. The reunion had been a happy one, for Katie, the perfect submissive and Reece, the ultimate Dom. Even though they no longer needed the club to play, they still came to special events. Otherwise, the operation was left to Clint and his new manager.

Reece nodded at the computer. “I see you’re reading my email again.”

“Uh-huh. It seems we have a new provisional member coming tonight.”

“She’s new to the area. The owner of the club I used to belong to in Tampa gave her a thumbs up recommendation. I’d trust his word on anyone.”

“What do you know about her?” Clint asked.

“Beside the fact that my friend says she’s tall, striking, super smart, and a Domme that subs crawl to for attention?”

Clint looked at the email again. “She
must
be damn good to get this kind of recommendation.”

Reece dropped into one of the chairs facing the desk. “I’d say so. He wouldn’t endorse just anyone. Especially since he knows we run as tight a ship as he does.”

“And she wants to show up tonight?” Clint frowned. “Didn’t give us much warning.”

“My fault,” Reece told him. “He’s been trying to get in touch with me about her for a week, and we’ve been missing each other.”

“What else can you tell me about a woman who,” he peered at the screen, “raises bulls for the rodeo circuit? Odd profession for a woman.”

Reece shrugged. “According to her file, she was married to a rodeo rider who apparently has two things to recommend him—he’s making a mint in endorsements and fucks every buckle bunny over the age of eighteen. She divorced his ass, got a fat settlement, and used it to buy Chuck McConnell’s place. Chuck and his wife wanted to retire, and neither of his kids was interested in taking over the ranch.”

“Well, I guess it’s as good a way to make a living as any. But I’ll bet a woman who does that for a living is definitely an incredible Domme.”

Reece chuckled. “Interested?”

It was a very well-kept secret that Clint was a natural sexual submissive. Most people looking at the man who stood six foot four with a muscular build, a classic masculine face, and thick black hair to his shoulders would never guest his sexual preferences.

Clint shook his head. “You know I never mix business and pleasure. Makes it hard to set and maintain rules.”

He maintained a membership in a club in Dallas and one in Austin. But he longed to find a relationship like the Hallidays had.

“Did you look at the personal file her club sent?”

“Yeah. Here it is.” He tapped a key and brought up a new screen.

An expert at orgasm denial.

Skilled at the use of a dildo to penetrate her submissive.

Favors the use of male nipple clamps.

Special toys include a fiberglass cane and a tire tread spanker.

Often prefers to gag her submissives.

Clint’s cock hardened just reading the notations, and a dull ache lodged itself in his balls. His attention returned to her picture at the top of the file. Striking didn’t begin to describe her. She posed in a bustier and leather boots, thick auburn hair cascading down her back, plump breasts swelling over the top of the bustier, neatly trimmed curls decorating a cunt revealed by the garment. She held a thin whip in her hand and on her face was a look of challenge.