Lang, Chloe - Captured by Cowboys [Doms of Destiny, Colorado 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Chloe Lang

  He pinched her ass with his thick fingers, inflicting a burning sting that quickly modulated into a tremble that reached all the way into her pussy.

  She gulped a mouthful of air into her lungs. His words made her feel fragile and tiny. God, he was so big and muscular. What would it feel like to be truly dominated by him? His brothers had given her a little taste of what it meant to be subdued, and she’d loved every second of their commanding lovemaking. But now, with Emmett, she realized that had only been a little peek into the lifestyle they practiced. Where Cody and Bryant had been forceful, Emmett was clearly ready to conquer her completely. Deep down, that had been what she’d wanted all along. She reached up and felt his steely biceps built up from years of working this ranch. What woman wouldn’t want to be held by such a man? Emmett made her feel safe, and right now, he was making her feel really warm.

  He lifted her up into his arms. “Time to introduce you to the playroom.”

  Oh God. She’d looked at its locked door, always wondering what kind of pleasure treasures it hid. “Emmett, are you sure?”

  He kissed her again, silencing her. His tongue shot past her lips into her hungry mouth. “What color are you?” His deepest tones vibrated along her skin. Such force both terrified and thrilled her.

  “Green, Sir.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  He smiled, rendering her body into a pliable bundle, soft as down. Every part of her wanted to obey his commands, every one. She wanted to please him. Her surrender would be total and complete. Tonight was theirs. Whatever news came back with the twins she could face with Emmett by her side. He was pure strength. He was safety. He was her cowboy, if not for forever, for tonight.

  As he carried her into the hallway, Amber closed her eyes and leaned into his chest. She heard him open a drawer and heard a set of keys jingle. He was really taking her to the playroom.

  Before going to bed with Bryant and Cody, the latter cowboy had sat with her several nights on the porch telling her the ins and outs of BDSM. She’d been aware Cody was informing her of the sexual play he and his brothers practiced as another way to tempt her. The more she’d learned, the more her curiosity had grown. Now, Emmett was going to show her the ropes. Was she really ready for it?

  She opened her eyes as he unlocked the door, continuing to hold her with only one arm. God, the man was strong. He kicked it open with his boot. The room was pitch-black. A shiver shot up and down her spine.

  Emmett flipped on a switch, and the room’s contents came into view, lit by the soft glow of rope lights surrounding the ceiling’s edge. “Welcome to the playroom, love.”

  She glanced around the space, taking it all in. The square room was bigger than she’d imagined, at least twenty feet in both directions. The walls were painted black and there were no windows, which she’d actually expected. The far wall, opposite the doorway they were standing in, was lined with shelves from floor to ceiling. On them was every kind of sex toy imaginable—dildos, vibrators, clamps, paddles, plugs, and many more she couldn’t identify. On the wall to their left was a large wooden cabinet and a metal cage.

  A cage? Her heart pounded in her chest so hard she thought she might pass out.

  “Should I put you in the box tonight?” Emmett’s tone worked her into a state of shivers.

  “No, Sir. Please.”

  He laughed with a playful wickedness that caused her to hold her breath. “Maybe I will and maybe I won’t. Keep looking at my room, baby.”

  She obeyed instantly. The wall to the right had four metal rings, two up high and two next to the floor.

  “We use those to restrain submissives like you, Amber.”

  Like me? She could feel the truth of his proclamation about her into her very flesh. Surrendering to a man, a real man, a Dom, was her nature. Had it always been so, even in her past? Her gut clenched at the thought.

  “You’ve drifted off, haven’t you?”

  She nodded, ashamed of herself. She wanted to please him, to make him proud. This was their time, and she didn’t want to waste a second of it.

  “See that?” He pointed to the odd-looking bench in the center of the room. It reminded her of a massage table somewhat, even though it was lower and smaller. Instead of flat, it was bent in the middle, creating a kind of peak. Had she gotten massages in her past?

  “Gone again, aren’t you, sub?” His tone held a sharp edge that cut into her.

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”

  “Time to get you out of that busy head of yours, sweetheart. The spanking bench will be perfect for me to get you focused. What color are you?”

  Spanking bench? “Green, Sir.” Did he mean to spank her? Her clit tingled at the thought.

  “But first, I want you out of your clothes.” He lowered her to the floor until she was standing on her own two feet. He took a single step back from her. He trailed his big, beautiful eyes up and down her body, causing butterflies to take flight in her belly. “Strip for me, pet.”

  Her pulse quickened. He clearly wanted a show from her. Though she wasn’t confident in her ability to give him one, Amber would try the best she could.

  She unbuttoned the top buttons of her shirt. No bra. God, would she ever be able to wear one again? Her hands began to tremble, and she couldn’t seem to get the third button unfastened.

  Emmett reached forward and placed his hands on hers. “You’re doing great, Amber.”

  Happy tingles spread through her as her cowboy Dom assisted her with the buttons. When he parted the shirt and exposed her breasts, she watched his pupils actually dilate.

  “My God, these are the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” She reveled in his praise as he cupped her mounds tenderly. “Amber, understand that I will never tire of playing with these. Ever.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She loved the feel of his fingertips on her flesh. As he began kneading her breasts deliciously, her breathing came faster and faster, her need for more air growing with each of his caresses.

  “Even though you look so sexy in a man’s shirt, it’s time to see you with it off.” He removed the plaid shirt easily and tossed it to the ground, leaving her in only the boxer shorts. “Keep your hands at your sides, sweetheart, until I say you can move them.”

  She nodded, showing him her compliance to his command.

  Her whole wardrobe had consisted of clothes from the brothers’ teenager pasts. Western shirts, like the one on the floor now, or T-shirts were her only tops. Boxers or much-too-big jeans were the only clothing for her lower half. She preferred the boxers to the jeans. The latter required her to constantly pull them up to keep from exposing her ass. Besides, with the shirts or tees being so long, she never worried walking around the cabin in the boxers. But she wasn’t walking anywhere right now. She was under the spell of a cowboy Dom, and with only the white boxers on, felt a hot flash rip through her body at being so exposed to him. Suddenly, she felt nervous again.

  Amber wrapped her arms around her chest even though she knew it was foolish. Emmett had just been touching them.

  “Bad girl. Already disobeying me?”

  She looked down at her feet, unable to look him in the eye. A hot shiver shook her entire body. She felt him cradle her chin and tenderly push up.

  She looked directly into his big, sexy eyes and felt her legs turn to noodles. His arms came around her, keeping her from falling. God, how the man could read her inside and out.

  “Baby, you’re okay. We’re okay. Trust me. What color are you?”

  She closed her eyes and gave it some thought. Anxiety ripped through her like a storm but so did desire, and its winds were stronger than her worry. “Green, Sir. I’m green.”

  He smiled broadly. “What was it like to be with my brothers, Amber?”

  Her cheeks got so hot she wondered if they would melt off her face. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

  His hands shot to her nipples and he delivered a sweet pinch, making her ache deep down. Then she felt the mo
istness between her legs.

  “How was it being with two men at the same time?” His lurid question made her face burn even hotter.

  “It was good,” she said, noticing how soft and breathy her words were. Not surprising, since getting enough air was becoming more and more difficult.

  The pinch came again and more wetness with it. “Talk plainly to me, love. You know about our family, about our desire to have one woman to share. You say you’re in love with them. Make me believe you. I want to hear what worked for you, what made you crazy for more, what got you hot. Did they pinch your tits, too?”

  She nodded. Had she ever talked dirty before? She wasn’t sure since her past was caged behind the wall in her mind.

  “What else, Amber?”

  “They touched my sex,” she blurted out and felt a tremble roll through her.

  Emmett stroked her hair. “You can do better than that, baby. Use explicit words for me. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Go on. What did Cody and Bryant do that pleased you?”

  “They were amazing. So strong and so very sexy. They have hearts of gold, Emmett.”

  “Sex, love. Tell me about the sex. It will turn us both on hearing wicked words come out of that pretty little mouth of yours. Spill the details. Now.”

  Was his insistence that she tell him everything about yesterday Emmett’s way of making sure she would be able to settle into being shared by the three of them? They must have been looking their whole lives for a woman they could love together.

  “First, Bryant kissed me. God, what a kiss it was. It went through my whole body like a warm blast. He touched me so tenderly.”

  “Where did he touch you?” Emmett’s tone was quite deep and filled with delicious hunger. His eyes narrowed, making him look like a predator about to pounce.

  “Everywhere, Sir.”

  “Show me.”

  She moved her hands up to her neck, recalling how wonderful it had been to have her cowboy’s fingers on her. “My neck. He even stroked my hair. Then he touched my arms, causing me to shiver.” She moved her fingers down her body as Bryant had done. “He stroked my breasts wonderfully. Then he kissed his way down my belly.” Her heart was pounding in her chest.

  Emmett nodded his approval. “And?”

  “He went down on me, Sir. He licked my…pussy.”

  “You’re doing great. Keep talking, sub.” He removed his shirt, and her eyes took in his muscled frame. His abdomen was a shredded piece of art.

  “His mouth felt like a miracle on me. I came.”

  He walked over to the cabinet and put on a leather vest. It only made him look even sexier, which was hard to believe. But there he was, standing a couple of feet from her, looking like a god, a champion, a man who could make a woman scream from total release.

  “Was that when Cody found you two in bed?”

  She nodded. “He wasn’t jealous. Not one bit. He jumped in bed and…well, you know. You saw us.”

  “You were doing so good, pet. Don’t blow it now. Tell me what happened next. I want to hear how it made you feel. Don’t leave anything out, understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Pleasing him, making him proud, was the only thing she wanted to do now. “I loved the feeling of being claimed by them.”

  “My turn to claim you,” he whispered fiercely.

  She knew for sure that Emmett wanted her, just like Cody and Bryant had told her. Even he’d admitted some to that, though she hadn’t ever been certain he was telling the truth or just trying to pacify her. But Emmett bringing her to his and his brothers’ playroom, dressing in his sexy leather vest, teaching her about his sexual practices in BDSM, asking her to tell him every intimate, naughty detail about her lovemaking with his brothers was so much evidence—proof positive—he was interested in her.

  “Look at me, sub. Take all of me in.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She gazed at the cowboy standing right in front of her.

  Emmett had rescued her. He’d been kind and a gentleman. When she’d asked him to look away so that she could bathe, he’d done it so politely. But there wasn’t an ounce of politeness in Emmett now. She wasn’t about to ask him to look away, though he looked so daunting to her right now. He was a Dom to be taken seriously, to be obeyed always, and to be overwhelmed by tonight.

  “Tell me what you see, sub,” he commanded.

  “I see you, Sir. You are powerful and manly. You are dangerous and decent. You’re direct and fair. You care deeply and are stubborn, too.”

  “That I am, sweetheart. That I am.” His lusty eyes were making every hair on her arms stand on end. He stroked her hair gently. “Amber, you are just what I need. My whole life I’ve been lost until you. Time for me to prove to you that I’m what you need, love.”

  Her trembles threatened to knock her to the ground, but somehow she was able to remain on her feet.

  He pinched her nipples, and her entire body tingled with applause. Her breaths came faster and faster as he licked her taut tips with his tongue. When he tugged on her hair as he sucked on her breasts, her pussy got even wetter.

  “I’m going to awaken your body, Amber, in ways you never knew possible,” he whispered between licks. “I know just what you need.”

  “What do I need, Sir?” she asked. “Are you sure you know?”

  His hand came to the top of the boxers’ elastic. He curled his fingers around it. She gasped as he slipped the underwear to her ankles.

  “You’ve been bad, Amber—a very bad sub.”

  Her jaw dropped. “Sir?”

  A wicked grin spread across his face. He cradled her chin in his big, manly hand and then she felt his other hand cover her pussy. “Nice and wet, just like I knew you would be. Thank you, pet. I’m going to enjoy tasting your cream and feeling your soaked pussy around my dick. But before that, I must decide what to do about your disobedience.”

  Her heart jumped up in her throat. “What did I do wrong, Sir?”

  He laughed. “Nothing too bad, love. When you questioned whether I knew what you needed or not, you earned yourself a nice spanking. Never doubt my ability to know what you need. I always will know.”

  “I’m really sorry, but I was nervous.”

  He kissed her forehead. “I know. You’re doing quite well for your first time in the playroom, Amber. Your infraction wasn’t egregious, but it does give me an opportunity to teach. Plus, it’s so clear to me that your sexual nature is submissive. Do you want to please me? Do you want to learn more about my brothers’ and my lifestyle?”

  “Oh, yes!” Excitement spread through her like wildfire. “I want that more than anything. I will do anything you ask, Sir. You’ll see.”

  “I want you to be totally honest with me, pet. ‘Anything’ is a serious word. You have boundaries. Everyone does. We might even discover one tonight, but I doubt it. The job of a Dom is to push a sub to explore her limits, to open her mind and body for more pleasure. Sweet anxiety isn’t a bad thing, love, but utter terror is quite another. What state are you in?”

  “Green, Sir.”

  “You don’t have to wait for me to ask, Amber, to tell me your state using the colors. You don’t need my permission for that. I will ask from time to time. I’m reading your body language, your breathing, your tone as best I can. I’m quite good at it, but this is our first time together. I have a job, but so do you. Understand?”

  She did. “Yes. I understand, Sir.” Then, to prove it to him, she added. “I’m green, Sir. Totally green.”

  “Good girl. Keep your pretty little feet in these boxers. I want you to imagine it’s impossible to move out of them. If you dare to, you will disappointment me and your ass will burn even more. Understand?”

  She looked down at the fabric and shivered. “Yes, Sir.”

  He laughed and kissed her on the lips, causing her toes to curl. “You can use other words, pet. I want you to describe what you’re feeling. Tell me what is going through your pretty head about these bo
xers. You can’t run. Hell, you can’t even take a step with them around your ankles this way, can you?”

  “No, Sir.” Her nipples ached and her clitoris tingled from his low-toned words.

  “Be clear. Tell me what it feels like to be constrained this way.”

  She closed her eyes and concentrated on what emotions she sensed inside her. “A little anxious.”

  “Keep your eyes closed for me.” Emmett moved behind her. He was tracing his fingers over her skin, from her neck and down her back. It was having a heady impact on her. “Tell me more. Why do you feel that way, do you think?”

  She gulped as his hands took hold of her ass and began to squeeze. “Green,” she blurted.

  “I know. We’re in sync. Can you feel it?”

  She could. “Yes. I can, Sir.”

  The realization of their harmony, creating their own special music, thrilled her. His touch was like a maestro’s baton, awakening a concert of sensations with each passing refrain. She was his strings, his woodwinds, his brass, and his percussion.

  “The boxers at your ankles, pet? More.” His command got her mind back in focus.

  “I love them there, Sir, though it does make me jumpy a little.”

  “Is ‘jumpy’ a bad thing?”

  She thought about that for a moment. “No. I like being a little unbalanced with you.”

  “Fuck, you say all the right things, Amber. It’s going to be tough to keep my head around you. That’s for certain.”

  “What did I say, Sir?” She wasn’t sure but definitely wanted to know.

  “Two words, love—‘with you.’ Trust is something every Dom works to achieve, and here you are, the most beautiful woman in the world, telling me you trust me.” He reached around her and cupped her breasts. “I had no idea how wonderful it would be to fall for you, Amber.”

  She leaned her head back into his chest. “We’re here, now, cowboy…I mean, Sir. I’m completely elated.”

  “I still have to spank you, though. I haven’t forgotten that.”