Kansas Nights [Kansas Heat 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (48 page)

Collin’s tongue swelled with the urge to lick his way right up her slit, but he knew Jack wouldn’t let him. Instead of replacing her hand with the kiss his mouth watered to give her, Collin reached for her wrists as he offered Jack more than his help.

“If you want my advice—”

“Which I don’t.” Jack tried to cut him off, but Collin wasn’t in the least bit deterred.

“You should just fuck.”

“That would be your advice.” Again Jack cut him off before Collin could finish explaining his suggestion, but this time Collin couldn’t help but respond to Jack’s smug attitude.

“Actually, you should let me fuck her,” Collin corrected himself. “After all, a few sweaty hours of moaning at the end of my cock always leaves the sweet meat pliable and willing to do as bid. Isn’t that right, sweetness?”

“Yeah.” Kathy smiled over her agreement, savoring it before proving that she hadn’t been ridden hard enough yet. “That is if you’re still awake…sir.”

Collin retaliated by lifting her hands until the scent of her arousal thickened in the air, drugging him with the sweet, addictive fragrance. Tormenting himself as much as her, he nuzzled his lips into her palm, drowning himself in the intoxicating aroma. Unable to deny himself a taste, Collin couldn’t resist sucking the sweet cream from her fingers, one by one. The slow laps of his tongue as he licked over her flesh had Kathy mewing.

“Please.” Kathy’s body rolled, her legs shifting to open herself for his enjoyment. Collin couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the sight of her pink, creamy folds parted and beckoning for his attention. “I ache.”

Before Collin could respond to that invitation, Jack cracked the whip over Kathy’s cunt, making her squeal as her whole body jerked. Her legs bowed, her hips lifted as she cried out for another.

“You beg so pretty,” Jack crooned. “But that’s not enough to make us forget just how naughty you are. Is it, Collin?”

“Yeah,” Collin breathed out, instantly hard with the idea of just how much fun naughty could be. Jack must have had the same lewd thoughts because his words matched the images flashing through Collin’s mind.

“Naughty fingers, naughty mouth,
naughty urges
.”
Jack growled, his voice quivering for a tense moment before he clearly conquered his own dark impulses. “Do you know what the cure is for such wickedness?”

Jack went to one knee, dipping in low to whisper in Kathy’s ear. Even as he teased her with his words and the gentle tickle of the whip’s tassels, he nodded Collin toward the bag Jack had carried into the room.

No doubt he wanted Collin to grab up the other whip tucked in with all the toys Jack brought with him, but Collin got sidetracked by the twinkle of chain and an idea that better suited his mood.

* * * *

Kathy twisted her wrists, testing the strength of tie binding them together. It held, showing the same strength that echoed in Jack’s soft tone. His words echoed through her head. Dark and dirty, they filled her with a need Kathy didn’t want to face. Jack wouldn’t let her hide, though. It didn’t matter that she was blindfolded and bound, he’d allow her no secrets.

“You would like that. Wouldn’t you, my pet?” Jack taunted her, his voice a deep, soft stroke to her desires.

“Yes, Master,” Kathy breathed out, not daring to consider what she agreed to.

“Such well-behaved obedience,” Jack growled, the rough tone sending a thrill racing down her spine. “See, you’re proving Collin wrong already.”

His praise meant little compared to the ticklish frenzy of delight that trailed the soft tips of the whip’s tassels as he danced them over the trembling muscles of her stomach. Kathy’s breath caught as those sinful tips cascaded over the sensitive lips of her pussy, matching the carnal threat in his words.

“Of course, that doesn’t change the fact that you were willful and disobedient not moments ago. Do you know what that requires?”

“I’m naughty and weak, Master.” Kathy answered that question without hesitation, knowing it would both irritate and arouse Jack that she did. “I should be punished for such wicked traits.”

Kathy knew better than to so brazenly taunt him, knew it would cost her. That’s why it took every bit of courage she possessed to keep her voice steady as she dared to push him even harder. Spreading her legs wide, she blindly offered her cunt up to Jack as she boldly suggested her own punishment.

“You need to whip the wickedness from me. Please, Master, I’m defiant and dirty and in need of your discipline.”

“You are at that,” Jack retorted, not sounding the least bit moved. “Now don’t move.”

Kathy opened her mouth to assure him that she wouldn’t but all that came out was a high-pitched squeal as something cold clamped her nipple between its hard, metallic teeth. Pain streaked down from her tender tip, a sharp contrast to the pleasure already filling her body. Each sensation intensified the other, the pressure nearly breaking as another clamp bit down on her other nipple.

Kathy gasped, panting as her whole body jerked under the explosive mix of rapture and pain. She choked on her own desperate breath, unprepared for the searing heat that shot out of her cunt as her tender flesh flamed under the scorching burn of the whip’s tassels. No longer soft and supple, the thick suede straps snapped across the sensitive tip of her clit.

The small bud sung with such an exquisite sting, Kathy didn’t know if it was pleasure or pain that had her whole body clenching. Just like Jack’s command, it didn’t matter. All that she cared about was the sweet tension winding, thick and hot, through her veins. She twisted with the pressure, making the chain strung between her tits jingle. The little clamps bit down harder over her throbbing tits, echoing back the tidal wave of heat that had rushed out of her cunt.

“
Please
!” Kathy wailed, finally sucking enough air in to fuel her desperate cries for more. Not that they moved either of her men in the slightest. Collin sounded downright pompous as he sang his own praise.

“See? Didn’t I tell you? Once you get the sweet meat good and juicy, she doesn’t have the will to resist. Isn’t that right, sweetness?”

“Bite me.” Kathy knew she shouldn’t goad him like that, but couldn’t help hoping he obeyed that command.

She had reason to be so wishful. A callused fingertip slipped between the swollen lips of her pussy to brush her clit with something soft and rubbery. The ticklish sensation bolted straight from her bud up her spine to fill her mouth full of giggles. The joyous sounds popped into sharp, little mews as he settled the butterfly more firmly over her already-throbbing clit. Then the damn toy began to vibrate, and Kathy lost the ability to breathe, let alone laugh.

Rapture, so bright it seared through her, left Kathy parched and gasping for more. Her chest heaved, making the cool metal links brushing against her stomach shudder. The slight motion of the chain had all three clamps tugging on their precious points, setting off another wave of molten delight as Kathy’s breath broke even harder.

While she should have expected what came next, the sudden explosion of heat that consumed her cunt still caught Kathy off guard. Flames licked right down the swollen lips of her pussy as the whip’s tassels lapped over her clit, making Kathy seize as delight, pure and hot, streaked up her spine like white lightning. The thunder rolled out of her in great panting breaths that set the chain crisscrossing her body to jingling.

The metal links tensed as she bowed beneath the rapturous pleasure, causing the clamps to tug on their sensitive captives and making euphoric sparks flare so bright and bold that Kathy clenched on the painful edge of a release. For a second she could feel the world slipping away, but it solidified just as quickly. The moment passed and she collapsed back on the bed to drag in a steadying breath only to choke on it as another sharp snap of the whip’s tassels danced over her flushed flesh.

This one came from Collin, and this time her breasts felt the sting, but the impact was no less great. She arched under the pleasure, heaving a second time on the verge of an ecstasy so great Kathy strained to feel it. Her efforts were to no avail, and she caved once again onto the mattress, a sweaty, trembling heap. Just as before, she’d barely managed to get her bearings when her whole world flashed white-hot with another electrifying lick from the whip.

For nearly a half hour they toyed with her. With slow, methodical determination they wound the tension in her muscles tighter and tighter until Kathy couldn’t even form coherent words much less string them together in a sentence. It was all she could do to breathe through the anguish of being brought constantly to the edge of a climax only to be denied it over and over again until she would have done or said anything they wanted. They knew it, too.

“Look, we made the sweet meat all sweaty.” Collin sounded more than pleased with that observation. The same contented satisfaction echoed in Jack’s voice as he swirled his whip up and over her nipple.

“Hmm, but is it sweaty enough?” The teasing caress of his whip disappeared as Kathy felt Jack step back, away from the edge of the bed. “Is she tamed?”

“I don’t know. I guess we’ll have to ask her to do something lewd,” Collin suggested, making the fine hairs along Kathy’s arms start to bristle upward in an alarm.

“Really lewd and very, very dirty.” Jack’s agreement fueled Kathy’s unease. She could hear the rustle of some kind of bag and knew they were up to something, not that she couldn’t guess what, given Jack’s comments. “Something she’d never let us do.”

Kathy swallowed, nervous about where this conversation led. With her muscles still trembling under the strain of almost coming so many times, she didn’t think she had the strength to endure whatever they had planned next. It wasn’t her body, though, that they intended to push.

“We could take her to the club.” Just the way Collin drew out that last word had Kathy quivering with images of a dungeon-like S&M bar where everybody wore leather and studs. Jack didn’t improve on that image with his response.

“Ah, yeah. Amos told me about the club. I take it you’ve checked out the facilities.”

“Oh, yeah. The amenities are very nice.” Whatever that meant, it could not be good, not with as much anticipation as was soaked into Collin’s tone. “We could get the sweet meat all cleaned up and take her in for a little fun. It wouldn’t hurt for the other guys to see we keep our own happy. Maybe keep some of them away for a while.”

Kathy’s stomach felt like it had fallen through some space-time continuum and opened up a whole new bottomless galaxy in the very center of her. Clearly she’d been sucked through some kind of dimensional portal to land in some perverted alternate universe because this could not be reality. They could not honestly be suggesting taking this show into public.

“No.”

That rejection fell from her lips without thought. Prodded by the fantasies filling her head, Kathy didn’t know if she was denying them or the desire they fueled. It didn’t matter. She’d broken the cardinal rule. It dawned on her then that that had been the point.

“Something wrong, sweetness?” The deep, gravely baritone of Jack’s raspy whisper coursed through her with the heated smoothness of an extremely expensive bourbon. The menace buried in his tone filled her with such sensual warmth that Kathy’s cunt fluttered with the beginning tremors of anticipation.

The sound matched the threat in his fingers as they twined around the chain to give it a little tug, sending a riot of delightful spasms dancing out of all three of her oversensitized buds. Kathy’s breath caught, her world narrowing until only pleasure existed. No thoughts or worry marred the sweet perfection of the moment.

Left without the breath or the will to deny him, she could only twist within in his grasp as he pulled her, shaking, from the bed. Kathy choked on her own gasps as she fought to control the shudders spasming through her muscles and weakening her knees. They wobbled and knocked beneath her, keeping that damn chain bouncing, pulling on the clamps and causing her to twist and whine as the cycle repeated itself.

She would have ripped them off to buy one moment of peace, but Jack held her too firmly. Sliding an arm around her waist and beneath the chain, he pulled her back tight against his chest, ensuring that she didn’t collapse at his feet.

“That’s what I thought. You’ll be doing as you are told.” Jack rocked her in his arms, setting the chain to swaying and sending fresh tendrils of ecstasy racing through her. “Because you’re going to remember that we love and care about you, would never do anything to harm you or humiliate you. You trust that, don’t you?”

If he had wanted an honest answer, Jack would have stilled the subtle motions keeping Kathy stretched out on a rack of pleasure. The intense delight obliterated any hope of control. Kathy’s will had become slave to the need burning in her blood. She obeyed its command without hesitation and agreed with him.

“Yes, Master.” Kathy could give that much and risk nothing. If only Jack would have let it there.

“And if we decide to take you to the club, you won’t worry about what the others see or hear, because you know that to us you are beautiful and that’s all that counts. Isn’t it?”

“Yes, Master.” Kathy let that lie go with a sigh.

She would worry. And wonder. And desire, though she would never admit to that. Not that she had to. Jack appeared to read the subtle shift in her arousal.

“Besides, I’m thinking you kind of like the idea of all those men…watching…wanting…wishing they could fuck this pretty pussy.” Jack’s hand slid down her side, his fingers slipping over her hip to forge between the swollen folds of her pussy to match his words with actions.

“They’ll all be hard with imagining it’s their fingers stretching this creamy cunt wide. That it’ll be their cocks ramming it full.” Jack paused, letting that suggestion sink deep into Kathy, but she knew he’d never allow that. He was testing her and she knew just how to respond.

“Then let them dream. I already have mine.”