by Myla Jackson
Charli's legs wobbled. If not for OS still standing behind her, she'd have melted into the floor, a quivering, needy puddle of unfulfilled lust.
"Why'd you stop?" she asked, her breath panting in short gasps.
"We have more in store for you."
"But I was almost there." Careful, Charli, that sounded like pleading.
He smiled, his eyes hidden behind the sunglasses. "And you will be again."
"And again," said one of the other cowboys.
"And again," the third repeated.
"And again," so sayeth number four.
A tremor shook Charli's body. Four men. Had she died and gone to heaven? "But I want to come now."
"Patience."
Charli's back stiffened and she swung to face OS, her eyes narrowed. Connor Mason had said the same thing earlier that same day.
The Mystery Cowboy wore the same sunglasses as the others, the lenses reflecting her face like a mirror.
She reached out to rip the glasses from his face, but he caught her arm halfway there.
"Panties," he said, in a firm, even tone.
Charli's ears strained to compare his voice to Connor's. She studied his jaw, his ears, searching for a resemblance, only she'd been too busy thinking about sex to memorize facial features.
A cowboy slowly slipped the panties up over her thighs, his hands testing the firmness of her muscles. He settled the strap between her butt cheeks, his finger digging into her tight anus.
Charli sucked in a quick breath and let it out. "Why dress me if you're going to make love to me again and again?"
"Quiet. You are now our sex slave." He nodded to the two men who'd held her legs. Each had a single pastie in a hand. They peeled the tape off the back and stuck the black-jeweled ornament to each of Charli's nipples. The tightness on her nipples pulled at her core, making her insides hotter.
"What do you mean, sex slave?" she whispered, her breathing less than adequate.
"It has come to our attention that you have been seeing another man. As punishment, you will be confined to a cell, tortured and will be forced to perform lewd and lascivious acts to atone for this infraction."
Her date with Connor? Her chest pinched. "How did you know? Are you spying on me?"
"We have our ways of knowing."
"I didn't come in here to be made a fool of. I came to tell you—"
"Silence!"
A silk scarf appeared out of nowhere and was wrapped around her face, covering her mouth.
Charli tried to protest, but her words came out as a muffled muttering. She was lifted in a fireman's carry, a strong muscleman on either side and moved to the historical jail cell, complete with iron bars, ankle and wrist irons mounted in the limestone walls.
"Oh, you're kidding me," she said into the silk scarf. The words sounded more like, "Oh, mrr, hidd'in mmee." She struggled against the hands beneath her bottom. But she was over powered, unable to fight her way free.
A thrill of fear and anticipation raced through her body as her wrists and ankles were forced into iron, the clamps clanking shut with a finality that made her wince.
The wrist bands were old and rusty. What if they didn't open again. Would she be stuck there forever wearing nothing but a thong and pasties?
That would go over well when families toured through the museum with small children.
With her arms clamped out to her sides and her legs spread wide, she couldn't go any farther than the chains allowed.
"You will permit each of my men to touch you, taste you and make love to you if that is what they wish."
"I mmm nnnnt," Charli refused, pulling against the restraints.
Original Sin nodded to the first man.
He came forward and flicked the jeweled pasties covering her nipples, then plumped her breasts, weighing each in his hands. His fingers squeezed them like melons, digging in until pain shot to her core, make her gasp and cream. Her arms shot out to capture his hands on her, but the iron bracelets caught her movement. Bending at the knees, he pressed his body against hers, sliding up her torso, his erection pressing through jeans to rub her skin.
"Next." Original Sin gave the next man the go-ahead.
The first guy pinched a nipple, pastie and all, one last time, then backed away, letting guy number two in.
This guy skipped the breasts, his hand curving around her waist, sliding lowered to her hips. He unzipped his jeans, his cock springing free.
Charli's eyes widened. Good Lord, he was hung and her pussy ached for some of that inside her, sliding in and out, her slick channel hugging him tight. She jerked her leg, wanting to wrap her ankles around his waist and sink down over his member.
When her feet wouldn't go higher than his knees, Charli almost cried.
He rubbed his stiff, thick cock over her belly, angling downward to the tiny triangle of fabric over her mons.
Juices oozed out around the edges of the thong. Charli looked over the man's shoulder at Original Sin, her gaze pleading with him.
His eyes narrowed, his own jeans tight around his fly. "Next."
Man number three swept in, shoving number two aside.
A tussle ensued, the men bumping chests in a show of studliness.
Charli didn't care. Their argument gave her a brief respite from torturing her.
Finally, the third man stepped up to her, slid his hand inside her panties and plunged a finger into her cunt, dredging his digit in her come. Then he proceeded to attack her clitoris, stroking it over and over until she panted, her body tense, ready to fly off the edge of the precipice.
"Stop!" Original Sin raised his hand, guy number three backed away allowing OS his turn with the sex slave.
Whimpering now, Charli tried to shift the scarf down off her face with her tongue, but to no avail.
Original Sin cupped the back of her head, shoved the scarf down and claimed her mouth in a hard, thrusting kiss, his hips pressing against hers, the ridge of his cock, rubbing against her naked belly.
"Please, I can't handle anymore. Take me. Please," she said into his mouth.
With two fingers, he pushed the scarf back in place and shook his head. "We're not through." He reached out and unlocked her wrist cuffs. "Suck my cock, sex slave."
She dropped to her knees, all too eager to please him. If she did as he asked, maybe then he'd sink his dick into her and let her have the climax she craved. Charli cupped his balls and wrapped her lips around his member.
He thrust in hard and fast, filling her mouth until his penis bumped into the back of her throat. Grabbing her hair, he pulled hard until tears started in her eyes and her pussy tightened.
His hips flexed, and he thrust again.
One of the other men, dropped down beside her, his hand curving around her ass, tracing the line between her cheeks. He located the tight ring around her anus and slid in his finger. His other hand eased his cock out of his jeans and rubbed it against her thigh.
Charli gasped as OS slid out of her mouth and shoved back in.
The man who'd rubbed his cock against her and whose dick still protruded conspicuously out of his fly, took a position on her other side, and with his fingers, circled her pussy and slipped two deep inside, his cock pressing against her once again. With fingers and cocks in all of her orifices, Charli could only hold on for the ride, her body on fire with need. She wanted to be fucked, hard and fast, praying for a release of the tension building within.
One more man stood beside OS—the odd man out. But not for long. He stripped out of his boots, jeans and hat, then dropped to his back, sunglasses still in place and shimmied beneath her, his head positioned below her pussy, his cock below her chin, standing stiff and proud.
Automatically, Charli lowered her hips, angling her cunt to within reach of his face, eager for his mouth on her pulsing lips.
He took her offering, sucking her clit between his lips, nipping gently on the sensitive nub.
Oh, blessed tongue-action. What more could she
ask for?
The torture continued, stroking, pumping, sucking and everything but fucking. When she thought she could stand no more, she rocketed again to the edge of orgasm, her body rigid, teetering. She held it, milking the experience for every exquisite sensation, holding back on her release for a second longer.
Just when she started to lose her grip on her control, OS pulled out of her mouth. "Stop!"
All four men withdrew. The naked cowboy beneath her slid slowly out from under her, his mouth glistening with her juices. Each proceeded to dress and zip themselves decent.
"No!" Charli dropped to her hands and knees, panting, her body on fire, pre-orgasmic tremors shaking her to her core. "Dear God, don't stop now," she wailed.
Original Sin held out his hand and brought her to her feet and into his arms. He kissed her lightly and set her away, steadying her when her knees gave way.
"Perhaps to be continued, sweetheart." Her mystery cowboy's lips curved in sexy smile.
Together, the four men dressed her, their coarse fingers sliding tenderly over her body.
"Perhaps? I don't understand." She shivered, her skin ultra-sensitive to their touch. "Will I see you again?"
"It's your choice, baby." OS touched the tip of his hat. "You must decide what you want."
Oh, she wanted them, all right. Now!
Dressed and still horny as hell, she was led through the front door and escorted to her Mustang.
One by one the men kissed her, leaving OS for last.
He pulled her into his arms and claimed her lips, his tongue delving deep, thrusting like a cock in a cunt.
Charli clung tight, returning the kiss with all the allure she could muster, her leg sliding up the back of his, refusing to let go, suddenly afraid this might be the last time she saw him. "Why did you tease me like that?"
"Four...Play...sweetheart. Pure and simple." He kissed her once more, long and hard. "Just a little taste of what you might be missing. Sweet dreams." And he left with his entourage of sexy cowboys.
Charli climbed in behind the steering wheel of her Mustang and stared as the cowboys disappeared into the darkness.
Holy hell, what was she going to do? He wanted her to make a choice between him and Connor? How, when she barely knew either one?
On the one hand, Connor could be a forever kind of guy—home, family, kids...stability...his name.
But Original Sin? He offered excitement, variety and endless possibilities of dirty tricks. Or did he? Someday, maybe today, he'd walk away without a backward glance and never call her or let her know what happened to him. She didn't know who he was to check on him, to ask him why he didn't come around anymore.
Original Sin was all risk. Was that what Charli wanted?
Her core throbbed and her head spun as she shifted into gear and headed home, with a quick stop at the twenty-four hour convenience store to stock up on batteries.
Enough thinking!
She needed action. Tonight she'd have to initiate her old backup plan with her trusty vibrator. A cold reminder of life before the dirty tricks began...and before Connor Mason came on the scene.
THE END
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About the Author
Twenty years of livin' and lovin' on a South Texas ranch raising horses, cattle, goats, ostriches and emus left an indelible impression on Myla Jackson, one she likes to instill into her red-hot stories. Myla pens wildly sexy, fun adventures of all genres including historical westerns, medieval tales, romantic suspense, contemporary romance and paranormal beasties of all shapes and sexy sizes. When she's not busy writing, she spends time with her family, boating, skiing and riding four-wheelers. She lives in the tree-covered hills of Northwest Arkansas with her husband of more than 20 years and her muses—the human-wanna-be canines—Chewy and Sweetpea.
To learn more about Myla Jackson and her stories visit her website at www.mylajackson.com
Other Titles by Myla Jackson
Latest Releases
Dirty Tricks: One Up On You
Dirty Tricks: Two Can Play That Game
Dirty Tricks: Three's A Charm
Dirty Tricks: Four Play
Sex Ed
Boots and Chaps
Honor Bound
Duty Bound
River Bound
Body Snatchers
Naked Prey
Excerpt from Dirty Tricks Book #5 - Her Move
by Myla Jackson
Charli Sutton rushed around the bar, filling orders, cleaning tables and suffering the pinches and flirtatious remarks normal for a night at work at the Ugly Stick Saloon. Cowboys could get downright rowdy some nights and tonight was no exception.
She had a lot of thinking to do and working at the Ugly Stick didn't allow much time alone to process everything going on in her life.
After she's dropped her second bottle of whiskey while filling a drink order, her boss, Audrey Anderson, yanked her into the storeroom. "Charli, what's wrong with you?"
"I don't know." Charli pulled away from Audrey's grip and walked the length of the storeroom and back. "I just can't concentrate on work."
Audrey shook her head. "Maybe you should take the night off."
"No!" Charli shook her head. She couldn't leave. Connor Mason might show up. She needed all the time she could get with the man in order to make the decisions she needed to make. "I really need to work."
"Honey, you're not getting enough sleep. Between dating Connor during the day and your after-hours rendezvous with your crew of bad boys, I'd say you're burning the candle at both ends and it's going to burn your butt if you're not careful. Are you getting any sleep?"
Charli's shoulder dipped. "No." She sat on a stack of liquor-filled boxes. "Even when I do have time to sleep, I can't stop thinking. It's been five days since the last time I saw either Connor or my so-called bad boys. I don't know what I did wrong." She buried her face in her hands, despair dragging her down.
"Aren't you the girl who was complaining there wasn't anything to do in Temptation, Texas?"
With a snort, Charli looked up. "Yeah. A million years ago."
"Darlin', that was only nine days ago." Audrey propped a hand on one hip. "Didn't you discover that there was plenty happenin' in this little corner of our world?"
"Sure, as long as I had company." She waved her hands wide, staring around at the boxes of supplies. "Now, nothing. I'm back to square one. Connor hasn't been by in five days, I haven't gotten a note, text, call, or fly-by from my mystery cowboy or even one of his crew of hotties!"
"Does Connor know about your mystery meetings? Did you tell him?" Audrey asked.
"Are you kidding? He's an all-or-nothing kinda guy." Charli jumped up and paced to the end of the room and back again. "If I told him anything, he'd be out of my life faster than I could say, See ya."
"Do you want to be with Connor?"
"I don't know," Charli wailed. "I've only been on one date with the man, talked to him once in the bar and once at Ed's house. I've kissed him three times. What's to know?"
"And Mystery Cowboy...no wait...you were calling him Original Sin...Hmm...No news on who he is?"
"None. And no way of contacting him."
"He called you on your cell phone, did his number show up on your caller id?"
"Blocked Sender." Charli leaned her forehead against a shelf. "I'm so screwed." She raised her head. "Strike that, I'm so not screwed. Four nights of unprecedented sex, then nothing for five days. One date with a man who wants to get to know me before he has sex with me, then doesn't ask me out again." Charli banged her forehead against the shelf, hoping the pain would help her to focus on what was important. It didn't.
"What is it you want out of a relationship?" Audrey asked.
Charli straightened. "Sex!"
"And?"
"More sex!" Charli spun in a circle, her arms splaying out, hitting the boxes stacked on the shelves.
Audrey's brows rose. "And after you've had sex?"
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p; Charli stared into a corner, her without seeing the broom and mop hanging there. "Someone to talk to. A man who'll stick around long enough that I can get to know him." She glanced at Audrey. "Am I asking too much?"
"No, honey, you're not." Audrey pulled her into her arms and hugged her, her hands stroking the back of her head.
Sinking in the warmth of Audrey's body, Charli didn't want to move, didn't want to come out and face reality. But she had to. She needed to get back to work. "I feel so crappy." Charli said into Audrey's shoulder. "What do I do?"
Audrey sighed. "You are in a pickle aren't you, sweetie?"
"I've burned up a brand new set of batteries in my vibrator." Charli pushed away from her friend's warmth, her gaze dropping to her feet. She almost wished the floor would open up and swallow her. "I can't live this way."
Grabbing her arms, Audrey turned Charli to face her. "Baby girl, it's time you turned the tables on those men."
"What do you mean?"
Audrey balled a fist and punched the air. "Fight fire with fire."
Charli stared at Audrey, trying to make sense of what her boss was trying to tell her. Finally, she threw her hands in the air. "I don't have a clue what you're talking about."
"If you want those men to make a move, it's time you made one of your own."