Her Heart-Stealing Cowboys [Hellfire Ranch 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (27 page)

Tag shrugged. “A time or two.”

His mild nonanswer prodded her temper. “I’m trying to make sure you know what you’re doing.”

Tag’s brows lowered as he smirked. “I do. Question is, do you? Are you sure about this?”

“God, yes,” she said fervently. “I need this. I
need
it.”

“Then pick your safe word, Bex, and let’s get started.”

She was tempted to say Boone just to tweak their noses but figured that would play out harshly on her butt in less than pleasant ways. Besides, she wanted something special. Something just for them. “Trio.”

Wade grinned. “Good one.” His fingers splayed to encompass the skin just beneath her jeans waistband. “It’s the perfect word for a woman who’s the sole focus of two very aroused and experienced men whose only intention is to give her pleasure.”

“Oh, God.” The words tumbled from her parched throat.

He leaned close and nibbled at her jaw. “Get ready, sugar. It’s gonna get hot in here.”

He withdrew his hand and she whimpered at the loss of his heat. “Go jump in the shower. Tag and I are going to get things ready.”

She didn’t ask because she didn’t want to know. Whatever surprises they had in store for her she wanted to remain that way.

“Wait,” Tag ordered.

She turned from the doorway. “What?”

“You didn’t tell us why the idea of spanking is such a turn on for you.”

Her entire body felt like it was blushing. “Isn’t it enough that it is?”

“Nope.”

Rebecca examined her fingernails and mumbled a response.

Tag was at her side in one long stride.

Her head jerked up when he slapped her butt. It stung. A lot. Her pussy clamored for more.

He wrapped her ponytail in his hand and tugged backward until her neck protested the strain.

“Looking for punishment?”

“No,” she replied.

“Then answer the question.”

The pounding of her heart competed with the thumping beat in her clit.
Yes. This is what I want. What I need.

She almost came from the anticipation.

“I imagine the burn and the sound of being spanked and it turns me on. I wonder how my ribs will feel pressed against a man’s knees as I’m draped over his legs.” Once she started she couldn’t keep the words from tumbling out. “How is my ass going to jiggle when it’s smacked? How will your palm feel as it strikes every inch of my butt. Can I come just from squirming to avoid the blows even as I know it’s not allowed? I think about the force and strength of your arm clamped over my back to hold me still.” She stared at him. “That’s what excites me about being spanked.”

Tag’s green eyes contracted and seethed. He swooped down and pressed a hard and fast kiss to her lips then released her hair. “Go take a shower,” he ordered in a hoarse voice.

Rebecca turned with a grin.

She had a feeling sitting down tomorrow was going to be an interesting proposition.

Tag sat on the edge of his king bed and peeled off his shoes and black socks. He stood and unzipped his pants.

“Why are you scowling?” Wade asked. He sat in the wingback chair, untying his sneakers.

“I can’t believe I didn’t pick up on her submissiveness. I see it clear as day all over her face.”

Wade snorted then stood and shucked his jeans and underwear. He already sported a huge erection.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. The only reason you think you see it is because she told us.”

Tag unbuttoned and shrugged out of his shirt then pulled his undershirt over his head. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“I know so. Lighten up. On yourself,” Wade said with a grin. “Not on her. How are we going to play this?”

Tag tugged his underwear off then gathered his clothes and stuffed them in a hamper. He pulled back the coverlet and sheets before sitting down. He clasped his hands between his legs and smiled at his friend. “She’s such a handful I think she needs a serious dose of double Domming. Let’s test her a bit first and see how much she can really handle. If she’s only played on the web she might have a more romantic idea of what she wants and reality might hurt too much.”

Wade nodded. “Good point.”

Tag heard her padding up the hallway. He rose as she appeared in the door. His breath caught at the delicate picture she made. Her damp blonde hair curled softly around her face and she was swaddled neck to calves in his blue robe. The arms hung loosely on her and she twisted the fabric between her fingers.

Small droplets of water clung to her slim legs before lazily traveling down her skin to land on her pink painted toes. She licked her lips and waggled her head between them.

Tag held out his hand. “Come here.”

Her steps were light yet unhesitating. She placed her fingers in his palm and stared up at him. The trust in her eyes coupled with blazing need made his cock surge.

The movement caught her gaze and she looked down then smiled. “Mm. Is that for me?” The anticipatory purr had him holding back his own smile.

He wanted to help her lose control and relax. Grinning like an idiot would probably not instill much confidence in her about his Dom abilities.

“If you’re good. Take the robe off.”

Wade rose and stood next to him with his arms crossed over his muscular chest.

Rebecca hesitated only a fraction of an instant but it was enough. They knew what she wanted and the time for allowing her control was long past. She would not top them from the bottom no matter how hard she tried.

He maintained a stony glare.

“Sorry,” she said and fumbled with the tie. She’d knotted it several times probably so it wouldn’t fall off of her.

“I have a knife,” Wade offered.

“No,” she said. “I’ve got it.” The belt loosened and the blue terry fell open exposing the pale strip of her torso and the trimmed patch of her honey-colored pubic hair. She cleared her throat and gave a lopsided grin. “I don’t know why I’m nervous. It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked.”

“Right. Drop it.” Tag didn’t bother with niceties. He was ready to feel her ass under his palm.

She did, then straightened. Her tits stood out plumply on her chest. The berry-colored nipples were large and stiff in their eagerness. Rebecca cocked her head. “Question?”

Tag sighed. “Ask.”

“Uh, how do I address you?” Her finger snaked into a wet tendril and twisted. “I mean do you like Sir, or Master, or Daddy, or what?”

“Ew, God, no Daddy, please,” Wade muttered. “That freaks me the fuck out. I have a kid, you know.”

She laughed and her shoulders relaxed.

“I’m not big into labels,” Tag said. “I like obedience.” He gave her a wolfish smile. “I like it when sweet little things like you mess up and I get to correct you the way I see fit.”

“Oh.”

He could see her soft exclamation was really a cover for increased excitement. Her nipples tightened even further and the dark blue vein snaking down her chest throbbed.

“For now, you can call us Tag and Wade.” Later, if there was a later, he’d explain about the seriousness of labels and the commitment that went with them. It irritated the shit out of him when casual players demanded to be called Master without any sort of meaning behind the word. Collaring went the same way. It was not something to take lightly. He didn’t. He had never found a woman he felt the need to collar.

He studied Rebecca’s fragile neck. Maybe that was about to change.

Wade lifted his hand. “Do
you
have a preference?”

“No. Whatever makes you happy.”

“Good.” Tag grabbed her arm and tugged her to the chair. He sat down and splayed his thighs. A pillow plopped on the hardwood floor on his right side. He and Rebecca both glanced questioningly at Wade. He was stroking his hard dick and staring at her tits.

“The floor is hard. I’m gonna be down there a while, so I want to be comfy.”

Tag nodded then patted his legs. “Face down, ass up.”

Rebecca licked her lips and scooted to his left side then bent over until she had to grip his leg for support.

He hissed at the immediate heat generated by her touch.

“Down,” he said. “I want your tits flat against my right thigh and your pussy on my left.”

“All right.” She laughed a little as she plopped inelegantly into position. “It’s not as easy as it looks in the videos.”

Wade settled himself on the pillow and stuck his feet under the chair. Tag felt Rebecca’s body quiver. He looked down and saw his friend’s straining cock only inches away from her face. She had her palms planted on the floor for extra stability but he had no doubt she wanted to reach out and stroke that dick.

Too bad.

Tag eased her hair out of the way so he could see her face then gripped her waist. He smoothed the gentle curve of her ass and she jerked then went absolutely still.

Her soft, warm skin pleased him. But he wanted it hotter. He wanted her ass so hot she had trouble sitting for a week.

“Do you know why you’re here?” he asked as he started a light patting rhythm. Nothing too hard or heavy but enough to let her know his hand was there.

“Uh, no?”

He slapped her hard then resumed his patting. She gasped and wiggled. He bit back a curse as her side slid along his aching dick.

“You are reckless, stubborn, and don’t answer your texts.” He brought his palm down on her ass with each word. The blows grew harder as he talked. He alternated between her cheeks and up and down so she wouldn’t be able to anticipate.

Rebecca flailed on his lap. Her tits smashed into his thigh. He knew his hair-covered leg must be prickling her nipples. He suspected by the time they got to binding her breasts they’d be way past sensitive. He dropped back to light pats and her spine relaxed.

Wade lifted his hips and cupped her head. “Suck me.”

She pulled back. “I don’t want to bite you.”

“Then don’t,” he said.

Rebecca looked back and up at him, but Tag lifted a brow. “I suggest you watch your teeth.”

She swallowed then slowly lowered her mouth over Wade’s erection.

As soon as he heard them both groan, Tag let loose a volley on her ass that rang sweetly in the room. The slap of hard flesh on soft turned him on. He stopped for a moment to watch the delightful jiggle of her ass trying to catch up with his blows.

Her moans grew more intense. Wade’s head had dropped and his eyes were half-closed as he enjoyed her ministrations.

Sucking his cock must have excited her because Bex’s hips jerked up and down on his knee as if she were trying to make herself come.

Tag resumed his spanking. “You do not have permission to come.”

Her moaning stopped and she issued a disgruntled sigh around Wade’s dick.

Tag shifted in the chair and pushed her thighs open. Her mouth popped off Wade’s cock as she gasped and sought to retain her perch.

“Relax, I’ve got you. Get your mouth back on his dick and don’t pull it off again.”

“Sorry,” she murmured then swooped back to service Wade.

Tag trailed his fingers along her inner thighs. She was wet and it sure as hell wasn’t from her shower. He licked the moisture from his fingertip to confirm.

“Mmm, sweet. You weren’t kidding about liking to be spanked. Your pussy is so wet you’re gleaming in the light.”

Her hips wiggled.

Tag dragged his forefinger down her sopping slit and found her clit. He rubbed lightly in a quick motion.

“Ah, damn,” Wade said with a gasp. His hips lurched upward.

Rebecca gagged loudly but didn’t let go.

Wade groaned even more. “Fuck, she’s got me in her throat.” His words were barely audible and filled with breathless gasps. “Jesus.”

Tag slid his finger back down and plunged into her hole. He finger fucked her slowly even as he slapped her ass again.

She gyrated and jiggled all over his lap and for a moment he thought he might drop her.

Tag pulled his finger out and clamped his hand over her waist then started to lay into her ass. Already her beautiful white skin showed splotches of red that took longer and longer to fade.

Tag wanted to see his handprint etched in her delicate skin. He wanted to see his mark on her, however temporarily. He
needed
to mark her as his.

The faster and harder he brought his hand down, the more her head bobbed on Wade’s dick.

“Don’t stop spanking the bitch’s ass, Tag,” Wade gasped out. “She’s gonna make me come right down her throat.” He palmed her head and shoved downward as his hips thrust up.

Tag redoubled his blows, concentrating on the sweet curve of her bottom cheeks.

The slapping turned wet as she thrashed on him and his hand dipped into her moisture.

His palm stung and he could only imagine how her butt must burn but he didn’t let up. He alternated between watching the sway of her reddening ass cheeks to the stark need and building orgasm on Wade’s face.

Finally his friend threw back his head and howled. Rebecca gurgled and choked. Cum dribbled from the corners of her mouth. Tears leaked from her eyes.

Tag shoved two fingers in her pussy and spanked her hard through Wade’s entire orgasm.

Her muscles clamped down on him and she stiffened. Her hips thrust back and forth like a pogo stick gone amuck.

His cock left her mouth with a slight pop. Wade slumped to the floor.

“Please, may I come?” she begged. “Please?”

Her hips still moved upward to meet his fingers and his blows. Tag’s dick ached from being so hard. All he wanted was to plow into her welcoming wetness but he held back.

He spread her legs a bit more and started slapping the insides of her thighs, her wet pussy lips, and the inner part her ass. She bucked and groaned and continued to beg for release.

“Tag, please, God, let me come!”

“Yes,” he hissed and plunged three fingers into her pussy. “Come, Bex, come hard.”

Her fingernails gouged his calf as she squealed and bucked and came. She started to roll off his lap during one particularly strong bout and he caught her just in the nick of time. Her watery chuckle was interrupted by another long groan then she fell limp on his thighs.