“You’re telling me they made it out of here with that footage?”
Mark understood Baron’s frustration. He was mad as hell but there wasn’t a damn thing they could do about it now.
“Have you thought about calling Joshua?” Baron’s gaze settled on Mark.
“Don’t even think about it.”
“He has connections.”
“Yeah, and look where those connections have landed you so far! You’re on the road with Patience because it’s not safe for her at home!” Mark looked down at his muddy jeans. “Damn it. I didn’t have time for this.”
“I don’t think that’s wet dirt, man,” Spenser said.
Baron sniffed. “Me either.”
“It’s not. Some idiot brought their horses to this thing.”
“Those idiots would be mounted cops,” Spenser said.
“And since when don’t you like horses?” Baron asked.
“Since I’m wearing their waste,” Mark replied. “I’ll take a quick shower and meet you down at the stage.”
“You planning on having a little fun in there?” Spenser shook his head. “Man, I’m starting to feel left out here.”
“You wouldn’t have been left out if you’d taken precautions. What the hell were you guys thinking? Leaving the skylight exposed like that? Come on!”
Spenser scratched the side of his face. “We didn’t think anyone would make it past our security.”
Mark stripped off his shirt and tossed it in the laundry basket by the door. “I never thought anyone would actually climb on top of the RV and start snapping pictures.”
“What’s done is done.” Spenser was the kind of guy who took everything in stride.
While Spenser and Baron discussed their limited options—which basically only consisted of buying enough people off or turning to the McKays for help—Mark slipped inside the bathroom. He opened the linen closet and pulled out a sage-colored plastic container.
He and Patience had discussed role playing, a little fantasy of his. Since Baron had probably worn her out, this lovemaking session might be right up her alley.
“Who’s there?” Patience pushed the shower curtain back and peered out as if she had been waiting for him all along.
“Are you too beat for company?”
“What’s in the box?” she asked, crooking her finger back and forth.
Mark inched closer, flipped the lid, and showcased the harness and dildo inside. “Still interested in reversing roles?”
“You mean do I still want to fuck your fine ass?”
“When you put it that way, I’m pretty sure I know your answer.” He kicked off his shoes, handed over the goodies, and undressed, not an easy task when the woman he loved was standing there with the harness and trying to figure it all out. “Need some help?”
“You’re okay with this?”
“I’m better than okay with this.”
“Good.” Patience stepped into the harness and set aside the dildo. “I’ll be gentle.”
“I hope not.” He curved his arm around her waist. With her small frame nestled against his larger one, he felt strong and masculine. The only real difference in their lovemaking session would be the obvious.
Patience would pitch. Mark would catch. She would give. He would receive.
Mark wanted their shared girlfriend to fuck him up the ass. It had always been a fantasy of his. He wasn’t gay. He wasn’t even remotely attracted to men, but the possibility of receiving anal sex fascinated him.
“Turn around,” he rasped, wanting to see how the leather hugged her apple-shaped bottom.
Patience shook her butt at him and then grabbed the dildo. “What’s this?” She waved the toy over her shoulder and pointed to the on-off switch at the base.
“A little something you’ll enjoy. Just slip the base in the front pouch and when you’re ready, hit the switch.”
“It’s a vibrator?”
“The sales lady called it a clit massager.” He felt a little embarrassed discussing this with her and he realized why. It had been nearly nine months since they’d been in bed together and while he thought of Patience as his life partner, his lover, and possibly his future wife, he still felt there were some walls they needed to tear down. Exploring sexual freedoms was one such barrier.
Mark cupped her behind and nuzzled her ear. “Put it on and fuck me.”
Patience handed him the soap. “Wash my back?”
“My pleasure.” He ran the bar over her slender shoulders. She ducked her head, clearly working with the device so she could secure the dildo in the harness. “You aren’t nervous. Are you?”
“I’m excited,” she admitted, sounding girlish.
“You should be,” he crooned, rubbing his cock against her hip.
Patience turned then and went to her knees. She slid down his rigid shaft, filling her mouth with his size.
“Damn,” he rasped, eying the additional member hanging between her legs.
“Not too sexy, huh?” She licked his head and rubbed her breasts against his calf.
“I wouldn’t say that.” He aimed his cock at her lips and dragged the tip around her mouth. “Do you know how much I’ve missed you?”
“Tell me,” she whispered, flattening her tongue against his wet slit. “What did you miss most?”
“You on your knees,” he replied, grinning. “You on all fours, going at my cock while taking Spenser’s.”
“Hmm,” she whispered, licking his crest. “Sounds like the best of times.”
“We’ve had them. That’s for sure.”
She stood then and grabbed a firm hold of his cock, pumping him up and down. “I want you to like it.”
“You do, huh?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Something makes me think you’ve done this before.”
“I’ve always wanted to but never have.” She looked a little perplexed then.
“What’s the matter? Do you have doubts?”
“No, it’s not that.” She hesitated and then asked, “Can I spank you?”
He grabbed her face and brought her lips to his. After a passionate kiss, he said, “You can do anything you want to me.”
“Then turn around, stud. I have a little something in mind for you.”
Chapter Eleven
Patience was horny as hell. She glanced down at her artificial erection and grinned. Perhaps that was true in more than one way.
She lubricated the shaft, growing more excited by the second. She loved the empowering feeling, the idea of spreading Mark’s cheeks and fucking him.
“Bend over, boyfriend,” she rasped, nipping his ear. “I’m about to give you a fuck you’ll never forget.”
“I believe you.” He grabbed more lube from the nearby ledge and poured it in his hand. The sound of a self-inflicted hand job filled the bathroom as he worked his hand up and down his well-oiled cock.
Patience moistened her fingers and slipped them down his crack, feeling around for the pulsing center, the rosette she wanted to impale. Stepping forward, she penetrated his anus, fingering him until he stretched.
“There,” he crooned, bending over more. “Mercy hell, Patience. If you’re going to fuck me, fuck me.”
Smiling at her success, she flipped the vibrator switch to on-position and immediately gasped. The tickling sensation at her clit made her feel as if gentle fingers were caressing her, manipulating her excitement.
She pressed her attached dildo against the seam of his ass and rubbed his cheeks. She wanted to spank him as she screwed him, but she wasn’t quite ready to issue the first lick. First, she wanted to make sure she had the impalement down pat.
Thrusting forward, she aimed the head at his hole, watching as his anus sucked at the toy’s tip. Her pussy clenched as the clit massager rubbed and stroked, caressed and teased.
“You’re killing me here, kitten.” Mark leaned over the rail dividing the shower from the toilet.
She whimpered then and embra
ced opportunity. Fucking Mark, she rocked her hips and swung her upper body closer to his.
Upon impact, the clit massager really kicked in with a sensation that felt like repetitious licks. With each stroke the sensation intensified, making it nearly impossible to take him with slow and easy thrusts.
“This is incredible,” she whispered, so lost in her pleasure that she almost forgot about Mark’s.
“Faster, baby. Throw it to me.”
“Oh God bless, I can do that.” She rammed her toy inside his ass and threw her arm behind her shoulders.
Spanking him was as exciting as being spanked. With each guttural groan or grunt, she was more turned on, more driven to fuck him, more anxious to drive him to the edge, just to the edge, and then pull back and make him grovel again.
His elbow jerked as he pulled for his release. He turned his head to his shoulder and moistened his lips. “Come here and kiss me.”
A little awkward with positioning then, she pulled out enough for comfort and leaned in for a satisfying kiss. Their tongues swirled. One led the kiss and the other one followed, then they switched things up and the other one took over, controlling the passion, adding fuel to the raging flames.
“I love you for this,” Mark whispered.
Her breasts were heavy. Her clit was on fire. And the dreamy look of true satisfaction drove her to fuck him like a banshee. She grabbed his cheeks and spread him then, watching as the dildo disappeared inside him.
Then, she threw her weight forward and stroked, loving the way he bucked against her when she caressed that tender spot. He hollered out his pleasures, pleading for another ball-busting round of incredible fucking.
* * * *
“Hot damn!” Spenser jerked the curtain out of his way. “Baron, come here!”
“Man, no.” Mark hurriedly straightened his back.
“Don’t be ashamed.” Patience was on her knees then, blowing him like she was on a mission.
Spenser had never seen anything sexier than a woman in a strap-on, not that he’d let her fuck him, but he sure wouldn’t mind to watch if Mark wanted to volunteer his ass again. “I missed one hell of a good time.”
“There’s always plenty more where this came from,” Patience said, going at Mark’s cock as if she were suddenly in a hurry.
The succulent sounds of oral sex filled the bathroom until Spenser had heard more than he could stand. “Damn it, we’re starting off the long weekend like a couple of divas, showing up to our gig late.”
“Then don’t show up late,” Baron said, peering over his shoulder. “What the hell are you doing?”
“What’s it look like?” Patience asked, bobbing her head over Mark’s cock.
As if he were angry about something, Baron stomped off. Mark and Spenser exchanged a quick glance. They’d sit Baron down and talk to him later. Whatever was eating at him—and Spenser had a feeling it had something to do with the harness Patience was wearing—he’d get over it.
They had a healthy relationship with Patience and while catching his brother getting fucked up the ass wasn’t exactly his idea of a perfect moment, Patience sure looked turned on. Hell, he couldn’t remember a time when she’d gone at cock with such enthusiasm.
Mark’s body swayed back and forth. Patience became more aggressive then, tucking her hand underneath his balls and pushing her mouth down on his shaft.
Spenser dropped his pants and unhooked her harness. “Lift your body up so I can help you out of this.”
She released Mark’s cock at the wrong time given the cursing that soon followed, but as she often did, she made up for the disappointment. She wiggled out of the harness and rose to all fours right there on the shower floor.
Mark sat on the edge of the shower seat and pulled her head between his legs. He wasn’t as gentle as Spenser would’ve expected, which sort of implied he and Patience had already enjoyed a rougher play session than what they were more accustomed to.
Spenser took her hips as a gift, lifting her up so he could bypass one hole in favor of the other. He then rested his hand at her nape, guiding her to Mark’s cock. With his free hand, he spanked her as he fucked her. “You’ll remember our one rule, little lady. You don’t have secrets from us.”
He hand-spanked her until her bottom was blistering red and the sight was enough to drive him to pound inside her pussy just a little bit harder. “Hot damn! I’ve missed this.”
“Fuck me with those pretty lips, Patience,” Mark crooned, now on his feet, slamming inside her mouth.
As if she were born for this sort of fucking, Patience sucked Mark off and kept her mouth on his cock, riding him with her lips as Spenser fucked her pussy.
“God yeah.” Spenser grabbed her around the waist and slammed into her with reverent speed, dumping his cum and jerking like mad.
Patience’s moans filled the air as she collapsed head-first in Mark’s lap, nuzzling his cock and telling them both how desperately she’d missed them.
* * * *
After another shower, she’d quickly dressed, fixed her hair and put on her make-up. Baron hadn’t appeared in the doorway. He hadn’t called out to her. He hadn’t so much as checked on her to see what was keeping her.
Patience couldn’t imagine what she might have done to piss him off, but she knew Baron well enough to know. He was pissed the fuck off.
She rounded the corner then and stood next to the kitchen counter, striking a pose as if to draw his attention. He clicked through the television channels and then tossed aside the remote. “Are you finally ready?”
“What time is it?”
“They go on in thirty,” he replied, grabbing his belt. He didn’t stand. Instead, he spread his legs naturally and glared at her as if he were definitely about to let her have an earful.
“Do you mind telling me what I did so I can work to make sure it doesn’t happen again?”
“It won’t happen again,” he said, motioning for her.
She sat beside him. “What did I do, Baron?” She gently touched his cheek and saw how her touch affected him. His eyes softened. His jaw relaxed.
As if he thought she was trying to have her way with him, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her over his lap. “Think, Patience.” He worked her tight skirt over her hips. “What could you have possibly done that would’ve angered me?”
“I don’t know. Had sex with a strap-on? Had sex with Mark? What?”
He yanked down her panties and smoothed his hand over her bottom. “Who did this?”
“Spenser,” she replied.
His cock lengthened underneath her chest. He was turned on by the welts. She’d been with Doms before and a lot of them really “got off” on the visible reminders of corporal punishment.
“I don’t want to miss the show.”
“We won’t,” he promised, sliding his hand across her rump. “But you need to take your punishment.”
“And what did I do?” She peered over her shoulder, seeing the evidence of pain in his eyes. That look devastated her. She didn’t want to hurt him. It killed her to think that she had caused him unnecessary pain.
“You can fuck them, Patience. They had you first and I can’t do anything about your relationship with them, but I have to be present. I can’t stand the thought of having you in their beds or in their arms without being there.”
She swallowed. She couldn’t believe he was serious about this, but at the same time, she’d heard of similar relationships. Brock Sheldon had made a similar demand on Trixie Cartwell. Her mother had a similar understanding with her father Joshua for a while. And Kane Cartwell, from what she’d been told, had punished Peyton for a damn month because she’d slept with one of his brothers without his permission.
“I’m sorry,” she said, realizing she and Baron would have a very intense relationship. There was something extraordinary about their connection. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but it was definitely passionate and very powerful.
He struck her with the
belt and he clearly wanted it to hurt. The whipping sound of the leather as he threw it behind his back was enough to make her cringe before the belt struck her skin. She gritted her teeth and deliberately held her cries until the end.
“Have you learned your lesson, sub?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, certain her tail would be black and blue.
He pulled free a small tube she’d seen at some of the fetish clubs. They didn’t have a spanking room at Clink but the McCoys had once taken her to an underground club where they actually had a spanking chamber, one with a variety of paddles and whips, crops and floggers. They had been given flavored lubes on their way in and healing creams on their way out.
He squirted some in the palm of his hand and rubbed her ass. “There.” He then pulled her to her feet and helped her stand.
She started to bend over and pull up her panties, but he caught her before she made any significant progress. “Lose them.”
“What?” A shattered cry fell from her lips and she tried to look away so he wouldn’t think he’d truly hurt her. Still, her ass burned and she was perturbed. It was the opening night at the Southern California Music Festival and she wanted to see her fellows perform. Instead, she was taking her punishment and dealing with submissive training.
“Kick off your panties. You aren’t wearing them tonight.”
She nudged the material down her calves with her foot and then stepped away from them. Meanwhile, Baron unzipped his jeans and tugged his cock free.
Her breath caught in her chest as she watched him stroke his heavy cock. “Sit on my lap, sub.”
“Sit on your lap or your cock?” She grinned then and was relieved when he returned the smile. She’d caused him pain but he’d already forgiven her.
He stroked his cock with a firmer hand. “Come here and fuck me.”
Swinging her leg over his hips, she carefully lowered her pussy to his straining erection. “I’m not protected. You know that.”
“I need you bare,” he whispered, drawing her lips to his. “I need you rubbing that slick heat all over me.”
She slipped her wet pussy down his rod-hard shaft and immediately sighed as he filled her. In a matter of minutes, they had found their rhythm. Soon, he dumped his cum inside her, staring into her eyes as he filled her with every last drop of his release.
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