Natalie Acres

by Sex Slave [Cowboy Sex 7]

  Sebastian and Wyatt exchanged a quick glance. She let them process before she continued. “Do you want to know everything about Jason? If so, I’ll tell you, but I need to put the past behind me. Can we agree to do that after I answer your questions?”

  “He was your only real relationship. Wasn’t he?” Sebastian asked, apparently bothered by the fact.

  “Yes, he was.”

  Sebastian blew out a steady breath. His nostrils flared. His upper lip curled.

  Wyatt said, “Why don’t you go ahead and tell us what you want us to know.”

  “I’d like to hear everything,” Sebastian said. “If we’re starting with honesty, I need to know what he meant to you then, what he means to you now, and what he will be to you in the future.”

  “You almost sound jealous,” she said, sort of turned on by the fact.

  “I don’t have a right to be jealous now,” Sebastian said. “But if this is headed where I think it is…I will not tolerate a second position behind Jason Neely or anyone else and you need to understand that fact right from the start.”

  Kimberly’s nipples became tight beads as the guttural longing in Sebastian’s voice kicked her libido into a different gear again. Her heightened sexuality drove her fingers to her labia and he seemingly allowed her to toy with her sex.

  She’d fully expected him to stop her. What she hadn’t anticipated was Wyatt.

  He rolled up his sleeve and sat on the other side of the tub. Pushing his arm under the water, he watched her through hooded eyes as his fingers dipped inside her pussy.

  A gush of excitement drove her hips forward. She flattened her feet on the floor of the tub and rose to greet his hand, clenching her ass cheeks as she pushed up, trying to drive his fingers higher.

  “Relax,” he said, flattening his free hand against her stomach. “I won’t play long if you don’t settle down.”

  “Don’t pay attention to him,” Sebastian said, shooting Wyatt a devilish grin. “Tell us your story.”

  She swallowed tightly as she tried to ignore the blistering hotness pooling in the center of her pussy. Clearing her throat, she was aware of Wyatt’s fingers circling her opening, dipping once or twice, then rotating around her center again.

  “Kimberly? Continue.” Sebastian shook his head at Wyatt.

  Probing fingers punctured her again before Wyatt deserted her altogether. “I’ll reward you later.”

  Gathering her thoughts, she decided the best way to reap her rewards was to hurriedly run through the pain of the past. “Well, the story goes like this…” She straightened her back and tore her consciousness away from her sex.

  “Jason knew what he was doing from the beginning. Daddy Kane—God knows he’d love to tell me how right he had been about this—warned me. Jason targeted me because of a true hatred for the Cartwells and McKays.”

  “He hated your family?” Sebastian’s eyes widened. “Why?”

  She shrugged. “Jason hated anyone with power, something I didn’t realize until recently.”

  “Jealousy?”

  “Oh no, it wasn’t about envy, it was about control. He had all the money he needed because of investments, but the Cartwell name—and I don’t mean this the way it sounds—carries a lot of power. Jason wanted that power.”

  “You mean in the lifestyle?” Wyatt asked.

  “In all aspects of life,” she explained. “He felt as if the Cartwells and McKays took the very things he wanted—his women, his respect, his control within certain communities, and so forth.”

  “If you knew this, why were you in bed with him?”

  She released a half laugh. “Jason didn’t become my friend and take me to his bed. He became my friend and created an alibi. He never laid a hand on me sexually until I was old enough to know better and in my twenties. Everyone else will tell you he seduced a teenager. It’s untrue.

  “Plus, as you can imagine, my fathers and mother placed me under lock and key and it was very difficult for Jason and I to see one another. Looking back now, I wish my parents had made it impossible.”

  “So you’re blaming them for your connection to Jason?” Sebastian asked, arching a brow.

  “Oh no, not at all,” she said. “I accept full responsibility for my actions. I wanted him. I would’ve stopped at nothing to have him. You have to understand why.”

  “His reputation,” Sebastian said.

  “Exactly. He was said to be stocked, which should’ve terrified a young woman, but it didn’t. He was said to be a tremendous lover and supposedly treated his subs well.”

  “A harem of women,” Sebastian said.

  “Oh yes, that’s true. He has a harem of women willing to meet him on the turn of a dime.”

  “And that didn’t bother you?” Wyatt asked.

  “He was the ultimate challenge. I wanted him to choose me and when he did—or at least, I believed he had made that choice—I felt like I’d earned respect within the BDSM community.”

  “How’d that work out for you?” Sebastian asked.

  “With the respect or Jason?”

  Sebastian narrowed his gaze. “Jason.”

  “For a while we lived together. Jason didn’t have anyone else in his bed except me.”

  “I’ll buy that,” Sebastian said, his heated gaze drifting over her.

  “It’s true. I went with him everywhere. At night, I slept in the cot beside his bed.”

  “Cot?”

  Kimberly swallowed.

  “Kimberly? What cot?” Sebastian asked.

  “It wasn’t necessarily a cot.” She hesitated before she continued. She’d seen those looks before and she’d been on the receiving end of several of them. “It was a cage, okay?”

  “Okay,” Sebastian said evenly. Anger burned in his eyes, not pity, but rage.

  “Now you see why her family hated him,” Wyatt said.

  “You both need to understand something. I designed the cage. I wanted it. I needed it. I felt safe there and for a variety of reasons.”

  “Are you trying to suggest the cage made you feel as if Jason were keeping you protected in some way?” Sebastian asked.

  “He was. Do you have any idea how many threats were made on my life or the lives of my sisters?”

  “It still doesn’t make sense Jason would keep you cooped up,” Wyatt said, backing away from the tub. True disgust washed across his face.

  “This is unbelievable,” she said, her gaze bouncing between men. “Why would either of you judge what I’m telling you when I have just shared with you a private matter and told you both, assured you actually, that the cage was something I wanted.”

  Wyatt frowned. “I don’t understand why you felt the need to be caged for any reason, protection or otherwise.”

  “At night, after we made love, I would crawl into the pen, lock down the bars from the inside and raise the bulletproof glass. There was a ventilation system installed and I could’ve easily stayed there for several days.”

  “So you designed this cage?”

  “With Jason’s help.”

  “Bullshit!” Sebastian bellowed. “At whose suggestion?”

  “It was all me,” she assured him calmly. “He was opposed at the start. Remember, Daddy Kane hated him. Joshua McKay, one of my godfathers, despised him. Don’t you think he had valid concerns when he helped me construct the cage I planned to utilize as my sleeping quarters?”

  “So you’re saying it was never used for punishment?” Wyatt asked, challenging her.

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “So he used it for punishment then?”

  “At times he sent me to ‘my room’ to play with my toys,” she said, a smile tugging at her lips.

  “Funny you should mention that,” Sebastian said, plucking her from the water. “I’ve heard enough about Jason. It’s time to send you to my room and let you play with my toys.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  He’d meant to strap her to the bed, stuff her with dildos, an
d punish her for thinking any man had a right to cage her, regardless of her belief that she had only suggested the compartment as a means of added security, true protection. Didn’t Kimberly know that a real man kept his woman safe by holding her in his arms?

  Looking at Wyatt in admitted defeat, he tied her arms and legs to the posts. No, they weren’t about to train her this morning. They were seconds away from loving her.

  “Now what?” she asked, amusement in her voice.

  Sebastian strode to the bedside table and gave the drawer a yank. Grabbing a few condoms and small tubes of intimate flavorings and lubricants, he tossed them to the bed.

  Wyatt shrugged out of his shirt while Sebastian stepped away from his pajama pants. Her eyes sparkled with knowledge as she watched them.

  By the time he bit off the tip of one of the lubricants, he was a walking hard-on, ready to go against his own damned rules and fuck her into the next day, perhaps the next decade.

  “So much for maintaining control, right?” she teased, tilting her head to the side.

  “Don’t talk,” he grated out.

  “What happened to a day or two after tomorrow?”

  Sebastian bit back the need to punish her immediately. God help him, the sexy vixen lying before him would surely be the death of him.

  She didn’t fight against the restraints. She didn’t object to having her legs attached to the pulleys. Instead, she remained listless with a smile tilting her lips and her beautiful hair fanning around a very flushed face.

  Using a towel to pat her dry, Wyatt reached between her legs and rubbed the plush cotton between her thighs. Once he was satisfied with his progress, he took the lube from Sebastian.

  “Is this my reward for telling you about my past with Jason?”

  “Damn straight,” Sebastian said, rolling a condom over his erection.

  “But you want to punish me. I can see it in your eyes.”

  “I want in between those sexy legs of yours. That’s what I want.”

  Noting movement in his peripheral, he was aware of Wyatt undressing beside him. Another small tube was selected from the mattress. Wyatt doused himself in a red oily substance, the erotic sound of friction between his hand and cock only fueling Sebastian’s desire for sex, his need to claim and dominate.

  Towering over her, he lowered his head to hers and kissed her. Stroking his tongue inside her mouth, he pushed his cock inside her wet folds, succumbing to the tight grip of her pussy as she convulsed around him.

  “God help me,” he whispered across her lips as he pulled out and cursed under his breath. “With a grip like that, you could choke a man into quick satisfaction.”

  She used the pulleys then to drag her upper body away from the mattress. He dipped his head and assaulted her nipples, cupping one breast and devouring the other as he pushed the weight of his cock inside her, impaling her with uneven strokes.

  Kneeling next to her, Wyatt tilted her head toward his cock. Her tongue whipped around his size and she immediately drew him between her cheeks, squeezing Sebastian’s shaft harder, with a more determined clench as he entered her again.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Wyatt said, holding on to the bedpost as he threw his weight over her at an angle and forced her to stretch her neck in order to give him head.

  Kimberly shifted restlessly, yet she was too confined for the mobility she undoubtedly sought. Her beaded nipples were incredibly tight, and he watched as Wyatt pinched them, drew them into perky gems, pretty little diamonds.

  “Mmm. Ahh. More.” Looping her tongue around Wyatt’s size, she moaned in pleasure as Sebastian screwed himself high inside her channel, wedging his cock as deep as he could go.

  Her vocal release resounded before becoming a part of him. He could feel her voice deep inside his soul, humming against his eardrums, and beating next to his heart. He stared down at their connection, eyeing the wet folds gripping his cock, sucking him deeper. “Ah fuck.”

  He wouldn’t last. God help him, he knew he wouldn’t last. He thumped her sweet pussy in a broken beat, watching the way she busied her tongue, swiping the end of Wyatt’s cock as he moaned and grunted, thrust and retreated.

  “More,” she whispered, turning her head to look at him while nuzzling Wyatt’s tip. “Harder.”

  The deeper he screwed her, the harder he fucked her, the more she begged for so much more than he even realized he could give. He wanted the bounds stripped. He needed her arms gripping him, her body wrapping around his as her pussy enveloped him.

  What the hell had he been thinking? Why had he thought he could take her like this and find complete satisfaction?

  Her slick heat drowned him as he fucked her. He changed his position and postponed the building pleasure. Tossing his leg over hers, he entered her again at an angle.

  The suckling sounds increased. The room resounded with the erotic tempo of sex as he fucked her harder, deeper, and with more commitment.

  “Ah yeah, baby.” Wyatt’s brow furrowed. “Like that. Hmm, yeah. That’s right, sub. Suck it, honey.”

  Sebastian surged forward, pounding his cock inside her, slapping his hand against her mound and enjoying the control she kept. She remained committed to sucking cock, desperate to bring Wyatt pleasure.

  “Beautiful vixen,” Sebastian said, jerking his head back all at once and shivering when his locks fell across his shoulders.

  Wyatt sank between her cheeks again, cursing under his breath.

  Sebastian glanced up and realization struck. They were finishing her together, stroking her as one. And he might as well move his ass and hurry things along because Wyatt was seconds away from blowing his limited control!

  * * * *

  “Untie me, please, Sir.” Kimberly pleaded more with her eyes than her voiced request. Wyatt suited up and ignored her while Sebastian found he couldn’t look away from her.

  “He’s tempted,” Wyatt said, straddling her other leg.

  “Not today,” Sebastian said, aiming his penis at her pussy once more.

  With Wyatt at his side, they teased her together. Sebastian rubbed his dick over her opening, then Wyatt slipped inside her folds, staying only a second before pulling out completely.

  Sebastian dragged his lips over her nipple, allowing her the opportunity to feel the weight of his prick pulsing against her mound. Wyatt leaned down and penetrated her again, just a quick impalement to let her know he could fuck her when he wanted, take her when he couldn’t resist her any longer.

  A smile tugged at Sebastian’s lips as he admired the woman stretching for them, writhing under them. He shot her a wink and kissed her breasts, licking one hard bud while pinching the other.

  “I need sex,” she whispered, her head tossing right to left.

  “That’s right,” Sebastian said. “You do.”

  Wyatt and Sebastian were equivalent in width and length, and she seemed to notice and appreciate the obvious. The little vixen’s eyes shifted from one cock to the other as she braced herself for a full penetration, yanking the pulleys and dragging her body to a jackknifed position.

  “Please, fuck me,” she whispered. “I’ll do anything.”

  “Anything?” Sebastian asked, rubbing his tip over her opening.

  “Promise,” she rasped.

  “What do you promise?” Wyatt asked, twisting her nipple until she cried out in pain-pleasure.

  “I promise to do whatever you ask of me,” she said, that recognizable look of submission washing across her face.

  Poor thing had to be drowning in lust. Sebastian remembered the night before, the way the suspension bondage had seemingly worked her into a desire-ridden frenzy, the exhibitionism heightening her sexuality and feeding her lust. Then the occasion in the study when her precious pussy had milked his fingers with a grip he’d never forget.

  And here she was calmly pleading with them, asking for something they alone could give her.

  “Agree to stay with us for the weekend?” Sebastian aske
d, rubbing his cock against her waxed mound.

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “A few days?” Wyatt suggested.

  “Yes!”

  “A week?” Sebastian asked, lining up his penis with Wyatt’s so they could promptly reward her once she agreed.

  She paused.

  “It’s a yes-or-no question,” Sebastian told her.

  “And if I say no?” she asked, her knuckles white as she gripped the pulleys harder. Her flat belly tightened as she pulled herself up and looked at them as if she expected to hear a punch line.

  “If you say no, we’ll end this now,” Wyatt told her, his voice flat.

  “I…I can’t stop now,” she whispered, trying to pump her hips away from the mattress.

  “We can,” Sebastian assured her, but he wasn’t confident of the fact. “Will you stay a week?”

  Her head fell against the pillows. Her face flushed with resignation or perhaps true acceptance.

  “Ah, submission,” Sebastian said, fisting his cock and dragging it over her opening. “You gotta love it.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  They entered her together and it was like a double thrust of pure pleasure she’d never forget for as long as she lived. Her body opened up and accepted them as they stretched her, fucked her.

  She must’ve said yes. If she didn’t say yes, she was certain she hadn’t said no because she’d sensed Sebastian’s willingness to let her go, his determination to walk away and leave her stranded and bound to his bed if she so much as thought about denying him.

  “Um, baby,” Sebastian crooned, gripping Wyatt’s shoulder as his head dropped over his back.

  She’d never seen anything quite so beautiful. Two hard bodies loved her. Ripped abs flexed as they worked their cocks inside her like a tempo had already been negotiated between them, determined long before they took her to their bed.

  One stroke together led to independent solo performances. Then, they entered her together once more, thumping out this erotic beat. Hands skimmed over her moist flesh as their bodies came together as one and her orgasm raced forward.