And if they still wanted her as their submissive, she was more than willing to agree to that as well. Just walking next to Wyatt with his arm around her and their sides brushing against one another had her pussy so wet it overflowed, and not only was her thong soaked but her upper thighs were wet as well. If he were to order her to do just about anything, she would have a hard time denying him.
Wyatt guided her into a barn, and the scents of hay and horse filled her nose. They were unfamiliar odors to the woman who had never been around animals but one that she thought liked. There were no humans or animals in sight, so she did not fight when Wyatt guided her into an empty stall.
He backed her into a corner then planted a hand on either side of her head. Looking into his eyes, she saw a hunger in them that echoed in her core, a need that spoke to her, and in response, she leaned up and brushed her lips across his.
When he sighed, she tilted her head and mated their lips more fully, parting hers to lick at the seam in his. In the next instant, she gave up control as he took over, his tongue slipping in and stroking across every surface it could reach.
The kiss sent waves of want and need through her body, causing her to lift one leg and wrap it around his thighs to pull him closer. This forced him to move closer, grinding his long, thick erection into her lower belly. When he finally ended the kiss and rested his forehead on hers, they were both panting for breath and the air around them was subtly scented with her juices that now coated her upper thighs.
Taking her hand, he led her across the stall to a square bale of hay. Grabbing a blanket, he covered the bale before helping her kneel on it. She licked her lips as he slid one hand through her hair and around the back of her head. She gave a small moan when he pressed her face into his groin. A deep breath filled her lungs with his uber-male scent, which had her entire body trembling in reaction.
His other hand reached for his belt, quickly opening it and then working the fastenings of his jeans. “Suck my cock, pet,” he said, his voice low and gruff.
Blaze pushed his jeans and briefs down to his thighs, freeing his cock and balls. She giggled when his cock bounced out, hitting her cheek and leaving a smear of precum behind. Leaning forward, she parted her lips and extended her tongue, using the tip to lick across the slit in the head. She savored the flavor as she took the head between her lips, swirling her tongue around it before taking more and more of his length in.
She closed her eyes and smiled in submissive pleasure when he groaned and his fingers dug into her skull. While his hold was painful, the pleasure she felt by giving him pleasure made up for it. She might not be a hardcore masochist, but even she enjoyed a little painful fun-ishment now and then. It was the crops, canes, and whips that left marks and long-lasting agony she did not enjoy.
She took him all the way in and swallowed, hoping he liked it as much as her old Master had. She then shoved thoughts of Master Z from her brain as she forced her eyes open and tilted her head to look up at the Master who was controlling her movements now.
He met her gaze and smiled, though his entire being seemed to be tense. “Don’t tell Levin, but you’re even better at this than he is.”
She smiled around his cock as his free hand came and joined the first, holding her head still as his hips began to move, fucking her mouth. She sucked and swallowed as he moved in and out, enjoying the feel of serving this man.
She gave a moan of disappointment when he pulled out and took a step back. “Damn, pet, you’re too good at that. I almost came.”
Though she thought that was any man’s plan—get a blowjob and then move on—she did not ask his meaning. Instead, feeling a little insecure about what was to come, she moved into a kneeling slave position and waited.
Chapter Thirteen
Wyatt took a couple of minutes to simply stand and breathe, trying to regain the control she had so easily stripped away from him as if he were one of the teenage boys he mentored. “Stand up, pet,” he said as he took several more steps backward.
She rose with a grace that had his cock twitching in anticipation. Once she was on her feet, she smoothed her skirt down and stood, waiting patiently for his next command.
Instead of words, he took her hand and pointed her back to the corner where they had first kissed. It was a dim corner and out of direct view of the corridor.
“Pull up your skirt,” he ordered, his voice a soft, low growl.
He swallowed and fought for control as she reached down and began to inch her long skirt up, up, up, until the hem hung just below her pussy. As he remembered from Friday night, her legs were amazing, and he couldn’t wait to get between them again.
Stepping closer, he took the material from her, first from her right hand and then her left. Thanking whoever had put an elastic waist in the skirt, he tucked the material into the waistband so it remained up and out of the way. Then he reached between her legs and smiled at her sopping wet panties. He knew when she blinked that he wore the predatory smile that Levin had compared to a wolf getting ready to pounce on an innocent lamb.
“How fond are you of these panties?” he asked as he slipped his fingers up her hips and under the narrow elastic.
She shrugged then gasped when he jerked, snapping the narrow elastic. Pulling them free, he lifted the soggy material to his nose and sniffed. “Mmmm,” he breathed before slipping them into his pocket.
“Ever have sex in a barn, pet?”
She swallowed hard then slowly moved her head side to side. “Never been in a barn before, Sir, so no, never had sex in a barn.”
“Well, you won’t be able to say that in a few minutes,” he said as he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a condom.
“Do Texans always carry condoms in their shirt?” she asked, her words soft and slurry around the edges, as if she was already sinking into subspace as he slowly unrolled the latex sheath down his cock.
“Not sure about anybody else, but Levin and I do,” he answered simply.
“Okay,” she agreed easily. “Should I carry them, too?”
He chucked before answering. “Wouldn’t hurt. You never know when you might need a condom.”
Stepping into the corner, he slid his hands under her ass and lifted her up. Pressing her against the wall, he fit his cockhead into her wet, wide opening and then lowered her. Their sighs harmonized as he dropped her down until he was fully embedded.
“So damn good,” he murmured as he licked at the spot where her shoulder and neck came together.
“Mmmm,” she agreed as she wrapped her legs around his back.
He held her steady against the wall as he began to thrust. The hunger that had been eating at him since they’d left the boys at the arena now roared through and over him, driving him to fuck her faster and faster.
When she stiffened in his arms, he lifted his head and kissed her, swallowing her screams as she came. A moment later he thrust one last time as hard as he could, burying himself deep as his seed pulsed from his body and filled the condom that separated them.
It took several minutes before he regained enough strength to straighten from the wall, stagger across the stall, and sit down on the bale of hail, all with Blaze still in his arms. He cuddled her close as they came back to Earth.
Before he could say anything, someone walked by at a rapid pace. Several seconds later, he heard, “Wyatt! Where the hell are you?”
“Oh, no,” Blaze said as she quickly rose and pulled on her still bunched-up skirt.
Wyatt quickly dealt with the condom, wrapping it in Blaze’s torn panties, which he then shoved back into his pocket to be discarded later. After redressing, he made sure Blaze was pulled together before he took her hand and headed them back toward the arena at a quick march.
They were halfway back when a tall, gangly cowboy jogged up. “Where the hell were you?” he asked.
Wyatt ignored the question, his sex-relaxed brain taking a moment to shift from loving dominant to ranch boss. “What happened?”
“Danny got stomped. Thankfully it was a calf, but he’s hurting,” the cowboy said.
Looking at Blaze, he said, “I’m sorry. I think our date just got cut short.”
She nodded. “I’m good, but I’d like to come to the hospital with you, just in case.”
Wyatt nodded, knowing her presence might make a difference as to where Danny landed once the doctors were finished with him. “Thanks, pet.”
* * * *
It was nearly midnight before Levin heard Wyatt enter the bedroom. He’d been asleep but woke at the sound of his master entering the bathroom and taking a shower. He knew Wyatt had to be tired and stressed but also knew the best remedy was a good orgasm before he fell into bed.
Levin groaned as the plug shifted. He’d put it in after he’d gone over to the Hewes’ ranch and collected Pete and Miguel, their horses, and the ranch’s trailer and brought them home. The boys were unusually quiet on the drive, obviously worried about their best friend. The three boys were all fourteen, had joined the ranch within a few weeks of one another, and had been best friends ever since. They were the three amigos, three peas in a pod, or three of the four horsemen of the apocalypse, depending on the day of the week.
Danny had lost his balance and fallen right into the path of a five-hundred-pound calf, who stepped on his left leg.
Levin moved into position, laying over the edge of the bed with his ass facing the bathroom. The room was dark, until the bathroom door opened a few minutes later.
“Damn, boy, you look good enough to fuck,” Wyatt said as he entered the room, leaving the light on in the bathroom.
“Thank you, Master,” Levin said as he shifted his hips just enough that his cock wasn’t trapped between his body and the edge of the bed.
He heard Wyatt approach, and a moment later, a hot hand landed on his left ass cheek, followed by a similar slap to the right. Back and forth, Levin counted ten. Master was feeling lenient tonight. The nightly punishment cleared everything from his thoughts and was a quick, easy way to send Levin sliding into subspace.
“Pull ’em apart, boy. Let me see,” Wyatt ordered gruffly as he moved to stand directly behind Levin.
Dropping his upper body to the mattress, Levin reached back with both hands and pulled his ass cheeks wide apart. He knew by the breath Wyatt sucked in that the plug he’d placed caught the man by surprise. It was one he’d fashioned himself early in their relationship, with the flange being a small state of Texas. The plug itself had been whittled and smoothed and then lacquered until it was smoother than a baby’s butt.
He pulled in a sharp breath when Wyatt took hold of the flange and then began to fuck the plug in and out of his hole. And then, before he could get accustomed to the rapid pace and irregular rhythm Master was using, the plug was pulled completely out, replaced a heartbeat later by Wyatt’s long, thick length rushing in.
Levin could not help the groan that exploded from him at Wyatt’s invasion. It felt so good, with just a bite of pain to the pleasure. He sucked a breath when Wyatt paused for a moment with his pelvis pressed hard against Levin’s backside.
By his second inhalation, Wyatt began to move, fucking him hard and fast, long, powerful thrusts that brushed over his prostate with every stroke. His grunts and groans merged with the hungry sounds Wyatt made until their duet filled the room with a symphony of sounds.
“Master, please,” he said as his balls drew up.
“Come with me, boy…right…now,” Wyatt ordered as he slammed his hips once, twice, then on the third held his cock as deep in Levin’s body as it could get as his seed pulsed out, coating Levin’s channel.
Levin’s body responded to the command instantly, his seed jetting to the hard wood floor beneath him. He smiled as Wyatt collapsed heavily on his back. His goal in life was to make his Master happy, and at this moment, he knew he had fulfilled that goal admirably.
Wyatt pulled from him then rolled and collapsed onto his back beside him. “Clean up and come to bed. It’s late.”
Levin did not say a word, simply pushed himself to a standing position and wobbled his way to the bathroom where he quickly cleaned up. Taking a wet cloth back to the bedroom, he cleaned his master’s cock and balls then wiped up the puddle of semen from the floor. By the time he tossed the washcloth into the hamper and turned off the bathroom light, Wyatt was in bed with the covers over him but thrown back for Levin to join him.
“Hard night?” Levin asked as he crawled in and curled up next to the man who held his heart, as well as his submission.
“Could have been worse if Blaze hadn’t been with us. The doctor wanted to call the police and report the injury as abuse. Some granolahead who didn’t think fourteen-year-old boys should be learning to rodeo. Blaze stepped in and not only assured them he was better off with us but also talked them out of filing a report with Social Services,” Wyatt said, sounding half asleep.
“We’ll talk more in the morning,” Levin said before kissing his partner, best friend, and master.
“Mmmph,” Wyatt responded as he shifted so Levin was holding him instead of the other way around.
“I love you, Master,” he whispered as he closed his eyes.
He was just drifting off when he heard Wyatt respond. “Love you, too, boy.”
* * * *
By Thursday afternoon, Blaze had filled out the paperwork necessary to become a licensed social worker in Texas. She had also filled out the paperwork required to become a full-fledged member of Club Esoteria Texas.
What had not happened was any further contact with Levin and Wyatt, except for a text from each of them Tuesday morning. Levin’s said they would pick her up for dinner at their house before heading to the club Friday evening Wyatt’s text said to dress appropriately for being a rope bunny, as they would be trying the introductory bondage demonstration once again.
When she finished with the club’s paperwork, she found Jillian in the kitchen putting a casserole into the oven. “I need help,” Blaze said with more than a little whine in her tone.
“Help with what?” her best friend asked after closing the oven door and straightening.
“What am I supposed to wear tomorrow night? I’m supposed to be their rope bunny again, but I’m also hoping for more since we’ve gotten to know each other well enough. Do I go rope bunny with spandex? Or do I go sexy subbie with silk and satin? And when do I tell them my decision about the job and being in a triad with them? Or do you think they’ve changed their minds now that they’ve had a couple days to think about it?”
Blaze knew she was melting down, but this was one of the most important decisions she had ever made, and she didn’t want to fuck it up. She wanted to be with Wyatt and Levin, but she also wanted more than just a work connection, friends-with-benefits relationship, or a Club-Esoteria-only romance.
She wanted it all.
She wanted a relationship with these men that included work, sex, love, and more. It was too soon for her to declare everlasting love, but as she had learned from Master Z’s death, life needed to be lived in the here and now and should not be spent waiting for the right moment, the right situation, the convenient opportunity.
Jillian gave her a quick hug then led her to the club wardrobe room. She went to the rack holding Blaze’s clubwear and started flipping through the hangers. “I say you show them exactly who Blaze Richards is. Strong, capable, and sexy as hell, though a little bratty.”
Blaze nodded, feeling relieved. “I can do that.”
Chapter Fourteen
Friday evening, Blaze walked through the front door of Club Esoteria Texas on Wyatt’s arm just minutes before they were to begin their bondage demonstration. They had lost track of time talking over dinner, though the men still had not asked for her decision about the job offer.
The ankle-length skirt made of strips of black tulle turned her black sports bra and boy shorts into something alluring and street appropriate. Black ballet slippers covered her feet. What the boys
did not know was that she and Jillian had altered the boy shorts to include a little surprise. They had also watched several videos so Jillian could style her hair into a fauxhawk braid. Gold bands around her upper arms and bracelets on her ankles gave her goth ballerina look a Viking princess twist.
Her bruises had faded to sickly green and yellow, but she felt nearly pain free, strong and well rested, and ready to move forward with her life.
“Give me your shoes, little one,” Levin ordered once they were inside the club.
“And your skirt,” Wyatt added with a wolfish grin.
Pushing the skirt over her hips, Blaze wiggled her ass at Levin, who stood behind her as she pushed it down her legs and stepped out of the circle. She squealed and jerked upright when his big, hard hand slapped her ass.
“Ah ah ah, remember who you’re messing with,” he said with a wink as he took her shoes and skirt from her.
He was dressed in jeans, boots, and a snap-front shirt that nearly matched Wyatt’s. When he did not remove any of his clothing at the desk, Blaze understood that tonight he would be dominating her, which had her pussy clenching with excitement.
Wyatt snagged her attention when he stepped up in front of her. He held up the thin, deep red leather collar. She saw the silver tag dangling from it was inscribed with the JT Ranch brand.
“Will you wear our collar tonight, pet?”
“I’d be honored, Master Wyatt,” she said, reaching up to lift her braid out of his way.
The tightness in her spirit, which had been with her since Monday evening when Wyatt had dropped her at Gunnar’s front door with a kiss on her forehead, eased once he locked the collar into place using a key that he wore on a chain around his neck. There was another key on the ring, which she assumed went to Levin’s collar, though, when the submissive man rejoined them, she saw his collar was not around his neck. Instead, she saw it wrapped several times around his left wrist.
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