Sex Fest [Cowboy Sex 8] (Siren Publishing LoveEdge)

by Natalie Acres

  A guttural racket fell from his lips as he pushed his finger high inside her. He watched her curiously as he paused, thrust higher, stopped again, and thrust high inside her once more. “The only type I care about is my type and you’re definitely that.” He withdrew the lone digit and studied the poles again. “I have to hand it to Spenser. He’s imaginative.”

  If Baron only knew the truth. Spenser was a musician by profession, but his creativity didn’t stop with songwriting and performing. When they were behind closed doors, his imagination knew no boundaries. And Mark was the master of kink.

  “Logistics aren’t important right now,” Baron said, pushing the heel of his hand against his visible erection. He sat next to her then, seemingly determined to keep his well-guarded control. “What’s important to you, sub?”

  Patience’s cunt pulsed as soon as the word “sub” fell from his lips. The way he looked at her made her desperate for a more intimate touch, their first fuck.

  Her thighs were parted with her legs bound to the posts next to the footboard. She was fully exposed, a fact that should’ve made her blush. Instead, she looked at her position as advantageous and couldn’t help but wonder if Mark had placed her there, just like that, in an effort to taunt the man he thought of as a friend and she already recognized as her new lover, her future Dom.

  Baron wedged his arm between her parted thighs, his thick wrist dangerously close to her opening. “I’ve waited months.” He mashed his hand against her inner thigh. “Over two years.”

  Her ragged breath caught in her chest. “Baron, you know how much I’ve wanted you.”

  “And yet you’ve made me wait.” The last few words were tightly pronounced, falling from his mouth as if they were dragged from his lips. He massaged her opening with his wrist, wiggling his hand back and forth against her wet pussy but never offering to penetrate her with his fingers.

  She pushed her bottom forward, trying to force the impalement and relieve that wanton feeling, that intense burning sensation deep inside her womb. “Please don’t make me beg.”

  Baron stood then. His blue eyes held pure fire as he stripped away his shirt, kicked off his boots, and shucked his jeans. She swallowed then as she looked down on that hard wedge of perfect male flesh pressing against his white briefs.

  God help her, Baron was one fine hunk of a man, a man who would soon belong to her as much as the McCoys belonged to her. In many ways, Baron would hold a more permanent spot in her life.

  Spenser and Mark were always on the road. They were seldom home. Baron was always there, standing beside her, protecting her.

  Patience’s eyes watered as she took in the whole man. Baron wasn’t just always at home. In many ways, he’d become her home, her rock, her very foundation.

  “Baron, I—”

  “Say it,” he ground out. “We won’t have secrets.”

  She slowly nodded. Maybe they wouldn’t have secrets, but maybe now wasn’t the best time to tell him exactly how she felt. “I want you.” Fortunately, she could steer the conversation in another direction too.

  Arching a brow, he said, “That’s not what you were thinking.”

  “How do you know what I was thinking?”

  “Because I know you, sub.” He struck her pussy with the belt.

  “Ah God!” Thousands of burning sensations swept through her channel.

  He slapped the leather against her mound once more. “Now tell me what’s on your mind, pretty sub.”

  Patience gritted her teeth, waiting for the burn to subside and deciding then, she would much rather have a hand spanking than a belt strike.

  “You don’t like your pussy spanked?”

  “I can tolerate whatever I deserve,” she replied, not entirely sure. She might endure a couple of strikes to her pussy, but it wouldn’t be enjoyable.

  “What is your safeword?”

  “It used to be ‘pussy willow.’ Now it’s music.”

  “I sort of like ‘pussy willow,’ but we’ll go with ‘music’ since that’s what you’re using with Mark and Spenser.” He smoothed his hand over her mound and then struck again.

  “Oh God bless America! That hurts!” Excruciating pain shot through her channel and she decided then—a belt whipping would likely force her to use her safeword.

  “Are you ready to back up and tell me what’s on your mind?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She only hesitated a moment. “I often think about us, Baron. You were right. I could’ve strung you along for another six months or so, but it wasn’t just you that was being strung along. I did it to myself.”

  “Why?”

  She swallowed. “I’ve always feared what—who—I’d be with you.”

  “Go on,” he rasped, caressing her mound.

  The burn had subsided and the gentleness in his touch almost drove her to defiance then. She would almost encourage another wallop just so he would smooth out the ache, caress away the pain.

  “Spenser is more dominant than Mark. He likes public play sessions and enjoys punishing and rewarding me. Mark—or at least this is the way I’ve always viewed him—only goes along with Domination and submission because he knows I crave living in the lifestyle. Still, he’s pretty damn kinky.”

  “Do you still crave the lifestyle?” Baron moistened his lips and reached inside his briefs, giving himself a couple of deliberate pulls.

  “Yes, I do,” she whispered dreamily, wishing he would rid himself of those unnecessary briefs. She wanted to hold and stroke him, taste him.

  “Is there more?” he asked, sliding his hand under her bottom and cupping her pussy then.

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her body already prepared to surrender to him. “I’m afraid I’ll never be able to look at them or even enjoy them as much as I did in the past unless you’re present.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “We have an incredible chemistry and I… trust you.”

  “And I’ll never give you any reason to doubt that trust.” His fingers then parted her folds and he slipped them inside her. “But Patience, we have a lot to discuss while we’re away.”

  “Mmm,” she crooned, her eyelashes fluttering as she enjoyed the slow and easy finger-fuck.

  “I expect you to mind me. I’ll honor and love you, but you’ll do the same in return. I don’t want part of your love. I want all or nothing. There’s room for Spenser and Mark in our bed, but make no mistake, they’ll be joining us and not the other way around. Once we’ve consummated our relationship, you belong to me and I won’t settle for second best.”

  “I understand.” She had a feeling Mark and Spenser already understood as much, too. Their reunion, while special, had been somewhat different than in the past when they’d reunited. In many ways, she’d felt them slipping into a new role and perhaps it suited them, considering they were always tied up with their music.

  “You and I will have a contract. The conditions will only be negotiable at the start. After it’s signed, we’ll abide by the terms and follow them to the letter.”

  “You want to own me?”

  His lips twitched. “We’ll discuss the contract when the time comes.”

  Baron left his fingers at her opening, and reached over to his right and then his left, slowly untying her legs as he stepped away from his underwear. Her mouth watered at the sight of him. She mashed her knees together, but he used his own to spread her thighs once more.

  This time, he thrust inside her with a quick and deliberate rhythm. At the same time, he palmed his cock, stroking his shaft with a solid hand.

  Patience’s breasts were heavier then as Baron teased her by taunting himself, too. He ran his fingers along the underside of his cock, caressing the flesh as if he had nothing better to do than tempt her for the rest of the afternoon.

  “They’ll be back soon,” she reminded him, feeling selfish then. She wanted to spend time with Spenser and Mark, but at the same time, she didn’t want anyone else there when Baron finally claimed her.
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br />   “Are you on the pill?”

  “I gain weight on birth control,” she told him, staring down at his pulsing member. “But I—”

  He’d long since tossed aside the belt but now seemingly fixated on it as if to warn her. One tool for punishment was still within his reach. “Do I need to remind you of our earlier discussion, sub?”

  She gasped. “No. And I love it when you call me your sub.”

  He leisurely swirled his fingers around her opening. “You don’t have to tell me. I can feel that much for myself.” He withdrew then and rubbed his damp fingers up and down his cock, making her wild with need then as she watched him wetting his shaft.

  He lowered his cock to her pussy, the head twitching at her entrance. “I’d love to take you bare, Patience.”

  “Do it,” she dared him.

  He reached above the headboard and grabbed the condoms. Ripping one free of the strand, he wasted no time in sheathing himself. “Soon. Until then, talk. What were you about to say, sub?”

  Her pussy tightened around his pulsing head. She felt his restraint and wanted nothing more than to strip him of it, if only for a little while.

  “I want you to be the one,” she rasped. “I want a family. I know you do, too. If we both have the same goals, why would you hold out on me? Why not start at the beginning and take me without protection?”

  Baron lost his coveted control in that very moment. He lowered his mouth to hers and thrust his tongue inside her, kissing her passionately then before breathing against her lips. “That’s one thing I won’t do without talking to Spenser and Mark first. Now you’re the one who needs to understand.”

  She felt guilty then, but at the same time, she was filled with hope. She would soon know what it felt like to have a man love her without conditions or restraints. She wouldn’t go to bed with Baron tonight and dread saying goodbye tomorrow.

  He would never leave her.

  Baron would remain beside her tomorrow and the day after and the day after that. She believed it so much in fact that she wouldn’t ask him for reassurance. She could see that much in his eyes and felt as much in his kiss.

  “May I touch you?” She already knew the rules in play, the rules he’d want her to follow and respect.

  “Not yet,” he whispered.

  She stared into his eyes, awaiting that first impalement, and as soon as his hips dipped, she cried out in pure exquisite pleasure. “Oh God, Baron.”

  Her lower body shot off the mattress and he met her then with an outright loving attack. He thrust inside her with a full-throttled stroke, impaling her to the nines with quick fucking beats.

  He rested his palm against her forehead, brushing her hair out of her face as he made love to her in a slow and steady fashion. “God yeah, woman. Work it, baby.”

  “Untie me,” she whispered, wanting to hold him, longing to wrap her arms around him as he drove inside her.

  “Still…not yet.” He reared back and slammed inside her again. He pulled out and hammered forward once more. “I can’t give you that yet.” He gripped her shoulders and held her to the bed before he dropped his head to her chest and devoured her nipples, pushing the weight of his cock inside her channel.

  “Faster. Gosh almighty, please.”

  He rocked his hips then, burying his cock inside her pussy as she squeezed and released, resisting that overpowering need to climax. “May I come?”

  “No,” he whispered, his mouth pure heaven as he worked his tongue over one tight nipple and then another. Thrust after thrust, he stroked her to the brink of one shattering orgasm and then another, leaving her breathless on more than one occasion.

  He took her right to the edge with the skill and precision of a true Dominant. They’d never been together and yet he acted as if he knew what to expect from her.

  “Let me come,” she breathed, her voice broken then. “Please, Baron.”

  He slowly backed out of her pussy and then grabbed hold of the headboard. As soon as his hand clasped the wood, his stroking became wild and beautiful. His arm flexed. His muscles bunched. He poured his heart and efforts into one fine soul-stealing fuck.

  “Please, Sir!”

  Baron was wilder then, slamming into her with a quicker tempo before he abruptly stilled. His eyes flickered with wicked pleasure and he cocked his head, bit down on his lip, and sighed in relief. And that’s when she learned the true meaning of stroking.

  With long-thrusting, heart-stopping beats, Baron made love to her like a man should take a woman he loves. “Go ahead and come, my beautiful sub.”

  A sigh of relief tumbled from her lips. Her channel pulsed around his cock and as she came, he exploded, too. He dumped his cum in the condom, whispering her name with each and every jolting thrust.

  A few minutes later, he untied her arms and she immediately embraced him. Scratching his back and shoulders, she said, “I love you, Baron. It’s always been you. Right from the start, it’s been you.”

  “Yes, but it will always be them, too. I had to come to terms with that before I could let myself love you.” He stared up at her as his fingers circled her nipple in a sluggish fashion. “But you already knew that. Didn’t you?”

  She pecked his face and lips with quick kisses. “I suspected a lot of things but none of that matters now. What matters is this. You’re in my arms. Your cock is buried inside me.” She squeezed his shaft with her pussy, hinting for another round of pleasure-filled sex.

  “Keep that up and I won’t go anywhere anytime soon.”

  “I wouldn’t be so sure about that, friend.” Spenser entered the bedroom, stripping off like he was in one hell of a hurry. “Either scoot over and make room or move out of my way.”

  “Now you see why I waited until I was sure,” Baron said, kissing her once more before he slipped away from her body altogether.

  “He was afraid of rejection,” Spenser teased, dropping a kiss on her lips and touching her face tenderly. “Are you okay?”

  She searched his eyes and wanted to ask him the same. “I’m wonderful.”

  “That’s all I wanted to hear,” Spenser said, tucking his fingers under her chin and lifting her face to his.

  Spenser kissed her tenderly and made love to her mouth like he was committed to loving on her lips forever. Only forever wasn’t a very long time when an anxious crowd awaited and a reporter seeking a story would do whatever necessary to capture a headline destined to sell the trashiest of tabloids.

  * * * *

  “Oh my God, Spenser!” Patience jabbed her finger up, pointing at the skylight.

  Numerous flashes lit up the room. A couple of strangers peered inside their bedroom.

  “Damn it, guys!” Baron tossed a blanket over Patience and hit the lights, hoping it would be enough of a deterrence to send the press back down the ladder they’d used to help themselves to private footage. “Where’s your security detail?”

  “That’s a good question!” Mark didn’t even bother grabbing his shirt. He hurriedly fastened his jeans and yelled, “Baron! Don’t let her out of your sight. Something isn’t right here. Our guys were practically wrapped around this bus!”

  Spenser tripped into his jeans and shoved his arms and head in a T-shirt on his way out. Baron glanced around the room, realizing then that he was stark naked with one exception—a full rubber he’d been in the process of disposing.

  He walked in the bathroom and took care of business. Then, he threw on a robe and returned to the bedroom. Ducked under the covers, Patience said, “Why would they leave us vulnerable like this?”

  Baron peeled the comforter away from her face. “Honey, I’d say it never dawned on them to cover the skylight. By the looks of things around here, they sleep in the bunks unless you’re traveling with them.”

  “I know but—”

  “Shh,” he whispered, placing his fingertips over her lips. He scooped her up in his arms, coverlet and all. A second later, he strode in the bathroom and set her on the vanity. “Y
ou need a hot shower. I’ll put your clothes in the dressing area so when you’re done you can dress for the night.”

  Shaking like a limb in the middle of a volatile storm, she nervously held the blanket against her chest. “I don’t know what they caught on camera.”

  “Mark and Spenser will take care of it.”

  “Where are you going?”

  “I’ll be right outside the door.” He looked up just to ensure there wasn’t another skylight or any way for an outsider to break in. “There aren’t any windows in here, so you’re safe. I won’t leave.” He framed her face. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

  “You mean other than the fact that I was spread out on a bed with three men standing around me?” Tears welled in her eyes. “Don’t you see, Baron? Those reporters want to make me out as some sort of slut.”

  “Which you aren’t,” he assured her. “You and I both know the truth. Mark and Spenser know who you are, too. The rest of the world doesn’t matter.”

  “Excuse me but I don’t want my naked body spread out on the front page of tabloids.”

  “Honey, they can’t run pictures like that. Those magazines are sold in grocery stores.”

  Her shoulders slumped. “So they’ll run pictures with captions over my boobs and twat. Then they’ll direct the perverts of this world to an actual link where the more revealing shots can be bought for a price.”

  As much as Baron hated to admit it, she was probably right.

  “Get cleaned up,” he said, forcing a smile. “I’ll put your clothes in here.”

  “Just bring my bag and I’ll find something to put on.”

  Baron went rigid then. He wasn’t sure how she’d respond to what he planned to say next, but he might as well put it out there. “Sub, you belong to me now and you’ll never choose your own clothes again. I know what I like to see you wearing and I’ll select something appropriate for tonight.”

  Patience started to speak. He pressed his fingers to her lips again. “We can discuss this when we work out the terms and conditions of our contract. For now, just go along with it until we can sit down and formalize everything.”

  “What if I like choosing my own clothes?”