Natalie Acres

by Sex Slave [Cowboy Sex 7]

  “You and I both know she wasn’t drunk,” Sebastian snapped.

  The room quieted. In the distance, a toilet flushed. Wyatt hurriedly asked, “What do you think about her confession?”

  “About being enslaved to her Dominants? I’m not surprised.”

  “You should be concerned. If she’s willing to push herself, test her abilities as much as her willingness to surrender to the appropriate Doms, then she’s given herself over to Neely without conditions, without reservations. She wasn’t his sub. She was his slave.”

  “You think I don’t know that?” Sebastian asked, cursing under his breath when Kimberly reentered the room.

  Sebastian’s heart skipped a beat as he observed her. The flush of her pale skin, the swell of her lips, and the sparkle in her eyes were enough to provoke even men unaffected by her submissive presence.

  He was, without a doubt, already imprisoned by her. And he wasn’t the only one.

  “Take a seat,” Wyatt said, guiding her to the desk again.

  Sebastian took off his jacket and bowtie. Neatly placing the two items on an upholstered chair, he contemplated what had transpired between them. Kimberly had been so receptive, so giving, and she’d waited for permission to let herself go, free her inhibitions.

  Or had she?

  He faced her. The recent pleasure and excitement still existed in her eyes. She took her earlier position atop the desk and spread her legs wide, acting more subservient and obedient than before.

  “Relax,” he said, willing her to keep that precious package hidden from his sight.

  One more glance at her pussy, and he feared he wouldn’t stop the next time he touched her. He would fuck her.

  Wyatt stood next to her. He lifted her chin and stared into her eyes. “Did you pleasure yourself in the bathroom?”

  “No,” she replied.

  Wyatt tilted his head and searched her face. “Are you sure?”

  “Positive.” She grinned. “Why would I need to self-serve when I’m satisfied with the way things are progressing between the three of us?”

  Sebastian groaned. Her words were a testament to the fact that she realized she’d shattered their control.

  He wondered then as he squeezed his fingers together and remembered the tight clench of her pussy. Had she already begun to come when he gave her permission or had she obediently waited for his orders?

  Lifting his hand, he studied his three fingers, trying to recall how she’d gripped them, how she’d drawn his hand closer, tighter against her walls. Her body had been in full motion, swinging back and forth as soon as he’d granted permission.

  Glancing at Wyatt, he regained some composure, returned to the couch, and picked up their notebook. “How do you feel about two Doms?”

  “Which two?” She cocked her head and shot them a flirty smile.

  “Humor me,” Sebastian grumbled.

  “I haven’t been with two Doms at the same time,” she confessed. “I’m not opposed.”

  As if Wyatt suddenly thought of something, he held up his hand and stopped Sebastian from continuing. “Have you ever been with two men at the same time?”

  Kimberly froze. Sebastian could tell by the look on her face. Wyatt’s question wasn’t one she wanted to answer.

  “Kimberly?” Wyatt pressed. “Have you been—”

  “I heard the question,” she snapped.

  Wyatt started to speak, but Sebastian quickly warned him with a shake of his forefinger, moving the digit across the cushion quickly so only Wyatt could see. Sebastian stroked his chin, observing her as she struggled with her answer.

  Finally, she said, “Just because I haven’t been with two men at the same time doesn’t mean I haven’t been prepped for it, trained. I’ve taken several toy penetrations in preparation and Jason had planned to share me.”

  “Of course he did,” Sebastian said, remembering well the conversation between them after the first auction where he’d met Kimberly. He’d offered that very compromise when he’d realized Jason had no intentions of allowing Kimberly the opportunity to spend time with him alone.

  “It was in his training plan,” Kimberly said.

  “How long were you with Neely?” Sebastian asked, curious now.

  Several shades of pink tainted her arms and cheeks. Another question she didn’t want to answer, and Sebastian stiffened as he awaited her reply.

  “Answer the question, sub,” Sebastian said, fearing if he didn’t push for a quick response, she might refuse him one at all.

  “He started pursuing me the minute I turned eighteen.”

  “What?” Wyatt asked, his face drawn in clearly defined anguish.

  “We didn’t have sex then,” she quickly told them. “He just pursued me and let me know that I belonged to him.”

  “Oh God,” Sebastian muttered, rising from the furniture and stalking the door. This was worse than he’d thought. She’d been a virgin when Jason took her. She’d been his and his alone. “Wyatt, I need to speak with you.”

  They exited the room and stood nose to nose in the hallway. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Tell you what?”

  “She’s only been with Neely.”

  “You don’t know that,” Wyatt said.

  “You heard her. He practically ripped the diapers off her ass and carried her from the cradle!”

  Wyatt thinned his lips.

  “This is worse than I thought. She’s not over him. Hell, she fucked him this morning!”

  “Her sister and Mitch think he’s keeping her bound to him through various mind control methods. He isn’t good to her. He isn’t good for her. Now you see why.”

  “What I see is a woman who will run right back to him at any given time. He owns her heart. He owns her body. He’s the only one who can release her.”

  “I don’t believe that,” Wyatt argued. “And as for any other man touching her, we can’t be sure about that either. They had a volatile relationship.”

  “I’d rather think she’s been with a number of partners than to think she’s only been with Neely.”

  “We both may be disappointed there,” Wyatt pointed out. “Then again, we may be surprised. Her wounds from him run deep, but who knows what happened when she tried to heal. Maybe she crawled in bed with a random guy. Maybe she played in lifestyle clubs. Perhaps she—”

  “Curled up in bed and waited for her Master to call her?”

  “That’s possible, too.”

  “Damn it,” Sebastian grumbled.

  “We have thirty minutes left before the next Dom uses the study for the interview process.”

  “Let him wait,” Sebastian said. “I own this damn house and I’ve waited months, if not years, for this moment. No one will rush me.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Sebastian and Wyatt returned. They looked as if they were a troublesome pair, full of questions for which they already knew the answers, or suspected anyway.

  Sebastian marched to the desk. He thrust his arms forward, and his palms landed on either side of her hips. His face was inches from hers.

  She shivered then, not because she was frightened, but because that look of determination left her pussy quivering in anticipation. Her mind churned with the erotic ideas and sexual notions. The man’s sex appeal was about as addictive as that dark charm.

  “How many?”

  “How many what?” She understood the question. Submissive women knew the importance of honesty and in situations like these, Kimberly fully expected the interrogation. It was the only reason she had been reluctant about the auction in the first place.

  Many good women had fallen victim to love at these charitable functions. Many good relationships soured because of them as well, or so Jason had once told her.

  Sebastian’s upper lip curled. “You’re testing me.”

  “I don’t understand the question.”

  Wyatt inched closer. The lust in his eyes had dimmed since the powwow in the hallway, and she co
uldn’t help but place some blame Sebastian’s way. “If you’re interested in the woman, if a submissive appeals to you, and the three of us suit, what difference does the past make?”

  “Damn it! How many?” Sebastian’s voice seemed to ricochet off the walls.

  She studied him then, really studied him. The flex of his jaw, the furrowed brow, and the thick muscles tightening his arms gave him away, but something more interesting changed the game. Her gaze dropped to his belt. A damning and quite thick imprint of his cock made her mouth water.

  Carefully, she reached for him. She looped her fingers over his belt and drew him closer. Her lips never quite touched his as she dipped her hands inside his slacks.

  She gathered him between her two palms, greedily pumping him as she searched his eyes, quietly working her hands up and down his thick shaft while pretending two hands were required. Ten fingers had to massage and ease him.

  His shoulders relaxed as she walked her fingers up and down his stout member, applying pressure at strategic points. Wyatt watched from a close distance, acting as if the mere act of observing was as intense as feeling her hands on his cock as well.

  Moisture slipped from his cockhead and covered her fingers. She withdrew one hand and continued pumping, slipping those damp fingers between her lips and sucking them, looping her tongue around the middle digit.

  “Stop,” he said, pulling back.

  “No,” she replied, dragging her thumb over the crest.

  His eyes darkened as he thinned his lips. His hips shimmied as he tried to back away and force her hand away from his slacks. Instead, she yanked him forward, pulling him by his cock so her lips were touching his, rubbing against them.

  “Let me make you come,” she pleaded, peppering his lips with kisses. “Show me you want me. Show me you lose control when you’re around me.”

  Sebastian’s lips parted. His tongue darted in and out as her hand pumped up and down.

  She expected him to stop. She knew he would pull away and she would possibly face the consequences of punishment. For now, she enjoyed the warmth she felt in the palm of her hand as she yanked that thick wedge of hot, manly flesh in and out of her tightly drawn fist.

  Kimberly touched his cheek with her free hand. He grabbed hold of her wrist, keeping his fingers clasped around her as he drove his tongue between her lips and kissed her, dueling for the lead, trying to maintain control, and kissing her like they’d kissed several dozen times the year before.

  Sebastian’s hips moved. The slight gyration made her work harder for his pleasure. She yanked her arm back, bending her elbow all at once and realizing she might pop buttons, ruin zippers, but the end result would grant the access she desired.

  “Oh God, woman,” he whispered, rubbing the texture of his lips over her mouth.

  Wyatt cleared his throat and Sebastian stilled. His cock twitched in her hand once more before he backed away entirely, unwilling to let her finish him or perhaps unable.

  “We need to complete the interview process,” Wyatt said, shooting Sebastian a grin. “Don’t worry, I’m sure our sub will be happy to train us later.”

  “Fuck you,” Sebastian grumbled, making an outward effort to regain his composure. He readjusted his cuffs, pushing his shirtsleeves to his elbows.

  “I call it like I see it,” Wyatt said, clearly agitated.

  Sebastian rubbed his nape. Wyatt turned to her and said, “We were talking about your lovers. I want to know how many.”

  “Fuck me and I’ll tell you,” she said, realizing there was no possible way he’d take her up on the idea. He’d already been standoffish because of her earlier confession. She’d been in bed with Jason that very morning and apparently that fact wasn’t one Wyatt would overlook.

  “You’ll tell me out of respect,” Wyatt told her.

  “I’ll barter for it. And that’s the only way you’ll find out the truth.”

  Wyatt and Sebastian shared a brief exchange. Sebastian took a weighted breath. “This process is taking longer than I thought. Take her upstairs to my room. You work out the terms of the barter proposition and I’ll be there after my guests are settled in for the night.”

  Kimberly hopped down off the desk, realizing the intended use of the furniture was now behind her. The sensual heat in the air was intoxicating as Wyatt led her through the house and up the stairs.

  Once they entered the master suite, Kimberly realized she’d bartered with a man who was fully equipped to take her up on a trade. And by the looks of the expanded space, he also had the tools to punish and reward her.

  Kimberly toured the room, studying the various equipment strategically placed throughout the suite. Wyatt removed his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, showcasing a broad, tan chest.

  “What do you think so far?” Wyatt asked, kicking off his shoes and making himself comfortable.

  “I think I left my shoes in the study,” she said.

  “I wasn’t talking about your high heels. I was talking about the experience.”

  “It’s for a good cause. Right?”

  “Absolutely,” Wyatt said.

  “And you wanted to support the cause. That’s why I’m here.”

  “You know why you’re here,” Wyatt said.

  “I haven’t figured that out entirely,” Kimberly admitted. “Sebastian obviously tried to make a connection several times, but I can’t understand why forming one was so important to him.”

  “He’ll fill in the blanks when the time is right.”

  Kimberly took hold of the bedpost and swung her body around, facing him when he sat on the bed. “So you’re interested in my history. That matters to you.”

  “It matters more to Sebastian, but I’m curious. More so now than I was before since you’re defiant and don’t want to give us a direct answer.”

  “Did it ever occur to you that I just need to fuck?”

  “From what you told me earlier, you haven’t been sexually deprived.”

  “That’s exactly what I’ve been,” she bitterly said, thinking of how often Jason had used her body for training experiments, and then went off for the weekend with another woman or several women, all of whom returned to Fletcher singing Jason’s praises.

  “Why did you put up with him?” Wyatt asked. His handsome face showcased the features of a man who genuinely wanted to know more about her, seemingly even cared about her responses. His eyes were soft, but his lips set in a tight line as he awaited her answer.

  “I was eighteen when Jason befriended me.” She acknowledged Sebastian with a smile when he entered the bedroom. The straps of her heels were wrapped around his fingers.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  “Jaelon was already trying them on for size.”

  “He’s straight as an arrow, but loves to wear women’s shoes,” Wyatt further explained.

  “He’s a cross-dresser,” Sebastian corrected him. “His interest in women’s fashion doesn’t stop with their footwear.”

  Wyatt stretched out on his side and used his palm to support his head. “We were talking about her relationship with Jason.”

  “Don’t let me interrupt.”

  Kimberly took a deep breath. “I’ve said all I intend to say. We barter now.”

  Sebastian chuckled. “Look around, Kimberly. There was a specific reason we moved this conversation to the bedroom. We don’t barter with our subs. It’s rare when we even lose one smidgen of control.”

  Wyatt’s gentle expression hardened, but the rogue look suited him. She appreciated that hard look of determination, the Dom coming to the fore.

  “You’re on our turf now, baby, which means you play by our rules,” Wyatt said. “As for fucking you? We’ll get around to that…a day or two after tomorrow.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  The next day

  Her evening had been uneventful. She awoke pissed over the fact, too. What kind of men paid a handsome sum of money to spend the night with her and didn’t touch her?

>   She released an exasperated sigh and hit mental rewind, reliving the highlights of the day before. She might have gone to bed full of frustrations, but she could face the morning with a smile as she remembered the way Sebastian’s talented fingers had strummed her pussy into a tight frenzy of hot, chaotic confusion.

  Flipping to her stomach, she groaned into the pillow. What had Wyatt said? Oh yes, “a day or two after tomorrow” was what he’d promised, which meant she could count on a fuck date occurring sometime within the next seventy-two hours.

  She’d set her sights on right after midnight.

  What the hell was wrong with her? She rolled to her back and stared at the ceiling. She seemingly had a knack for attracting men who didn’t know how to take a woman to bed and fulfill her every fantasy.

  In reality, she could only blame herself. After she’d challenged Wyatt and Sebastian, defiantly refused to give them any other information, they’d said their farewells and left her to spend the night alone.

  Her fingertips skimmed her lips. Bruising kisses, she mused. They hadn’t abandoned her without leaving her with something to think about. Each had given her forceful mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, breathing arousal into her body as desire threatened to consume her all night long.

  She glanced down at her wrists then. Hadn’t they bound her to the bed before they’d said good night? She lifted both arms in front of her face.

  Yes, she’d been bound. They’d tied her up and left her. Now she was free. Warm rays of sunshine shone in the room as if to warn her. A spotlight was on her.

  “Of course,” she thought, quickly leaving the bed. Walking around the room, she checked the four corners, eyeing the crown molding in an effort to spot the tiniest of miniscule lenses.

  Noticing her purse on the nightstand, she quickly crossed the room, grabbed her bag, and headed for the door, stooping to retrieve those hooker heels on her way out. Once her hand hit brass, she jiggled the lever.

  To her dismay, but not necessarily her surprise, she was locked in. She wheeled around and studied the large chandelier in the center of the ceiling.

  “There you are,” she mouthed, wondering if both men were observing her.