Desire Unleashed [Desire, Oklahoma 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Leah Brooke

  Hoyt groaned. “You’re determined to drive me crazy, aren’t you, baby? My cock’s hard enough to pound nails, and we’re not even close to being done. Do you like knowing that you do this to me?”

  “Yes! Please. Spank me so I can come.” She could tell by his touch—by his voice—that this affected him as strongly as it affected her, but she still found herself needing to push him farther.

  She needed a Master who could give her what her mind and body craved.

  Without warning, several sharp slaps landed in rapid succession, no two landing in the same place. “Do you think I should let you come after what you did?”

  A current of apprehension raced through her—the thought of being forced to endure such an intense arousal sending her into a panic. “Please!” Writhing on his lap, she fought to get free, the heat from his slaps spreading into wildfire and making her clit burn. “Let me up. Let me up. I’ll do it myself. I need to come. I need to come.”

  * * * *

  Hoyt nearly came in his pants.

  Holding her firmly in place, he tore his gaze away from the delectable sight of Natalie’s pink ass wiggling on his lap, lifting it to Jake’s.

  The same fascination and hunger he saw in Jake’s eyes coursed through his own veins, a desire unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

  He’d wanted women before, but nothing in his past had ever prepared him for what he felt now.

  Love slammed into him, a deeper more intense love than he’d ever thought himself capable of feeling.

  Christ, she was in his soul.

  Looking down again, he ran a hand over her glistening skin, his heart pounding furiously—love for her threatened to choke him. He lifted his gaze to Jake’s. “I never knew…”

  Jake smiled, a slow smile filled with understanding. “You haven’t even touched the tip of the iceberg.” Inclining his head toward where Natalie writhed delightfully on his lap, her tortured cries filling the air, Jake ran a hand over her thigh. “She needs your strength now. Don’t disappoint her.”

  Lust, love, and the need to possess combined into something so strong that it made him dizzy, her response to his touch making him feel ten feet tall. His chest nearly burst with excitement, joy, and love. “I won’t.”

  Wrapping an arm around her waist, he lifted her slight weight and turned her, settling her on his lap.

  He resented—but understood—that she looked toward Jake for guidance, and vowed to himself that one day she would look at him in that same trusting way.

  Grateful for Jake’s understanding, and humbled by his friend’s compassion and generosity, Hoyt watched Jake move to a seat behind Natalie and out of her line of sight.

  Determined to get her to focus on him, he stroked her back, grabbing her wrist before she could reach for her clit. “No. When—if—you come, it’s going to be at my hand.”

  Her flushed face lifted to his, her eyes wild and unfocused. “Please, Hoyt. I can’t stand it anymore.”

  Fighting the need to give in to her, Hoyt gathered both of her wrists in one hand and held them at the small of her back. “Is that how you address me?”

  He knew he was torturing himself, but the need to hear her call him Master again in that low, silky voice, filled with need, proved irresistible. To his delight, she leaned into him. “I’m sorry, Master. Please let me come.”

  Such a strong woman, and she’s looking toward me for guidance and relief.

  His cock jumped, his need for her so strong that moisture leaked from it. Only willpower and the need to prove himself strong enough to deserve her kept him from coming in his jeans. Sliding a hand over her breast again, he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and applied light pressure. “Very good.”

  Injecting an ice into his voice that he was far from feeling, he let his fingers trail from one nipple to the other and down the center of her body, delighting in the way her muscles quivered beneath his touch. “You threw a coffee cup at me.”

  Looking up at him, her face flushed, she sucked in a breath when he ran a finger over her mound. “I’m sorry.”

  He hid a smile when she parted her thighs wider in invitation, an invitation he couldn’t refuse. Slipping his hand between them, he forced them wider. “I can’t let you get away with that, now can I?”

  With his fingers flat, he delivered a sharp slap to her inner thigh, his cock leaking more moisture at her desperate cry. “Spread those thighs wider. We have a few other things to address.”

  Spurred on by the flash of heat in her eyes he’d been looking for, Hoyt kept his expression stern and uncompromising. “I can put up with your little fits of temper.” Hiding a smile at her sharp intake of breath, and the glitter of insult in her eyes, Hoyt tightened his hold in her wrists and pulled them slightly, forcing her to arch her breasts toward him. “But, I won’t tolerate it when you walk away from me instead of saying what you need to say.”

  He delivered another sharp slap before gripping her thigh to keep her in place. The Dominant inside him roared as she bucked her hips, crying out and begging for release.

  So small. So delicate, and yet so strong.

  Natalie tested his control as no other woman ever had, and he couldn’t wait any longer to have her.

  Releasing her wrists, he delivered another slap, his blood boiling with need for her when she cried out and began to shake harder. “That’s my girl. Those little orgasms aren’t enough, are they?”

  Her ragged cries, each like a stroke to his cock, threatened to undo him. “That hot, swollen clit is just begging for attention, isn’t it?”

  Lifting her from his lap, he stood and lowered her to the sofa, drinking in the sight of the woman he loved—wild with need—a need he’d created inside her. “If you ask me nicely, and part your folds, I’ll use my mouth on you and suck that pretty red clit and make you come.”

  * * * *

  Another rush of heat went through her, the sharp sizzling stabs of pleasure only making her more desperate for release. “Please, Master. Suck my clit. Suck my clit.” She could only imagine how she looked, lying there with her legs spread, holding her folds parted wide and begging for Hoyt to use his mouth on her, but she didn’t care. Mindless with need, she cared about only one thing—and she knew by the way Jake had stepped aside, she had to count on Hoyt to give it to her.

  “Please, Master.” Thrilled at his low growl each time she called him Master, she did it again and again. “Please, Master. Help me.”

  She would swear she could almost hear Hoyt’s control snap.

  With a harsh curse, he reached for her, spreading her thighs wide and burying his face between them.

  His hot mouth moved on her clit with a rough possessiveness, one that suited her mood perfectly. Licking and sucking her clit, he gave her just what she needed—the friction against her sensitive and tender bundle of nerves almost more than she could bear.

  Between one harsh breath and the next, the pleasure inside her exploded.

  Crying out at the intense rush of heat, Nat rode the waves of release, arching into Hoyt’s touch, her entire body trembling with sensation.

  Lifting his head, Hoyt looked down at her, his eyes seeming lit from within. He continued to manipulate her clit, the slow, gentle slide of his finger over it dragging her orgasm out and leaving her weak and breathless.

  She’d come at his hand, and while Jake had been watching.

  Oh, God.

  Blinking back tears, Nat tried to curl into a ball, feeling more vulnerable than she could ever remember feeling.

  “Hey, you don’t have to hide from me.” Before she knew it, Hoyt lifted her, turned her in his arms, and settled her on his lap, wrapping both arms around her and pulling her close.

  Pushing her hair back from her face, he smiled down at her. “You’ve always been beautiful—so beautiful.” Running a hand up and down her back, he pulled her closer with a hand on her thigh. “When you let yourself go, you were stunning. I knew from the first time I kissed
you that I was in big trouble.”

  Surprised that someone like Hoyt would not only feel such a thing, but admit it to her, Nat stared up at him in awe. “Hoyt—”

  Bending, he touched his lips to hers, effectively silencing her. His eyes gleamed with lust and satisfaction, the love in them and in his smile making her pulse trip. “Now, Natalie, you take my breath away.”

  Nat swallowed heavily and glanced at Jake, her eyes welling with tears. “I can’t believe you said that. I can’t believe you feel that way. Shit, I hate when I’m mushy like this. Let me up.”

  “Not yet.” Smiling at her, Hoyt nuzzled her hair, his hands moving over her trembling body and warming her. “I want to hold you.”

  “I can’t believe that just happened.” Nat groaned and dropped her head to his chest, looking toward Jake, who approached and knelt at her side.

  * * * *

  Hoyt took her hand in his and lifted it to his lips, willing his cock to behave. “Believe it. It wasn’t the first time I put you over my knee, was it, honey?” Memories of the light, playful spankings he’d given her in the past paled in comparison to what had happened tonight.

  Shaken by the depth of emotion he felt for her, Hoyt cupped her jaw and lifted her face, his chest swelling at the love shining in her dark eyes. “You were so surprised that it excited you.” Touching his lips to hers, he ran his thumb over the palm of her hand. “It excited me, too.”

  With a small smile, Jake slid his fingers over her hair. “So that’s why she objected so much the first time I spanked her—and why she got so aroused.”

  To Hoyt’s delight, Natalie’s face turned beet red. Lifting the hand he held, he wrapped her arm around his neck. “Were you thinking of me?”

  Nat slapped at both of them, backing away, her eyes darting back and forth between them, a slightly desperate look in them. “Please don’t do this.”

  Cupping her face, he lifted it to his, searching her eyes for a clue to what made her uncomfortable. “Do what, baby?”

  The sparkle of tears in her eyes weakened his knees. “I’m so scared of hurting either one of you. I’m scared of messing this up. I’m scared you’re not going to stay. I’m scared that you are.”

  Pushing out of his arms, she got to her feet, wrapping her arms around herself as if needing comfort.

  He started to get to his feet to go to her, but she shook her head and moved away.

  “I’m sorry. I’m just a little shaken. Having both of you here…” Her gaze kept sliding to Jake’s.

  Hoyt’s hands trembled as he struggled to suppress his own fears. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. I think we’re all a little overwhelmed, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to let you get away with avoiding a fight with me as if you’re afraid of driving me away. I can handle your temper, Natalie, and all of your moods—as long as I know that you love me. You’re going to have to deal with my moods, too, and I don’t want to feel like I’m walking on eggshells around you.”

  Humbled by the tears brimming in her eyes, and wondering just how many people knew what a softie she was underneath her usual brass, Hoyt got to his feet and went to her, pleased that she didn’t back away. Not wanting to alarm her, he ran a finger down her arm, instead of gathering her close the way he wanted to. “There won’t be any more secrets between us. Jake and I didn’t handle this as well as we should have, but we didn’t want to bring you into it until we’d settled things between us.”

  Jake closed in on her from behind, his lips against her neck making her shiver, much to Hoyt’s delight. “We begin here and now.”

  Fisting a hand in her hair, Jake pulled her head back, exposing her vulnerable and extremely delectable neck. “Deal?”

  Natalie’s eyes closed on a moan, but not before Hoyt saw the hunger swirling in them. “Deal.”

  Hoyt’s cock stirred again at her husky tone, but the need for relief was secondary to caring for Natalie.

  His sub.

  His woman.

  His life.

  To his surprise, he got a great deal of pleasure watching Jake arouse her. Following the slide of Jake’s hand to her belly made Hoyt’s cock’s thicken and lengthen even more.

  Tilting her head back, Jake scraped his teeth over her neck, making Natalie cry out and shiver again. “And no more yelling at Hoyt for not telling you he’d been shot, or at me for not telling you about this sooner. We’ve both apologized. Repeatedly. Unless of course, you don’t want me to accept your apologies in the future.”

  Hoyt watched in fascination as Natalie’s eyes flew open, the slight edge of alarm in them a direct contrast to the renewed need that darkened her eyes and had her arching her breasts higher in invitation.

  To his further surprise and delight, she reached up to wrap her arms around Jake’s neck, leaning back against him as she stared up at Hoyt, her submissive posture so arousing, it stunned him.

  Her smile, filled with challenge, taunted him. “No. I accept your apology.”

  Jake slid his hand higher, lifting her sweater out of the way, and tugging at her nipples, eliciting a cry from her that made Hoyt’s cock leak moisture. “And no sulking.”

  Hoyt couldn’t resist. He reached out to slide a finger down her jaw, his breath catching at her low moan.

  Staring up at him with eyes slightly unfocused, Natalie moaned again. “No sulking.”

  Fascinated by her response, Hoyt shifted restlessly, his cock pressing painfully against his jeans.

  “I guess that’s settled, then.” Jake met Hoyt’s gaze, his own laced with amusement and dark with desire. “Our Nat needs a firm hand.”

  Hoyt gripped her chin, running his thumb over her bottom lip. “She always did.”

  Wishing he could spend the night making love to her, but knowing that it wasn’t the right time, Hoyt grimaced and released her. “It’s been a long day. I’ll see both of you in the morning. I think she needs you now.”

  He had a lot to think about, and needed some time to come to grip with his own intense feelings for her.

  Pleased by the disappointment in Natalie’s eyes, Hoyt made his way to the bathroom, hoping that after a long shower and the chance to give his body the relief he needed, he’d be able to sleep. He’d had so many sleepless nights in the last several weeks, the anticipation of seeing Natalie again and her reaction to his presence making him too restless to relax.

  His future with Natalie seemed even brighter than ever, and he found himself looking forward to tomorrow in a way he hadn’t for a long time.

  Finally, the woman he loved was back in his life.

  And she loved him.

  With a sigh, he stepped into the shower.

  He’d made progress with her, but his own feelings stunned him.

  She was in his life again, but he still had a long way to go toward the life he wanted with her.

  Chapter Six

  Supporting his wife’s slight weight, Jake cupped her breasts from behind and bent to scrape his teeth over her soft neck, breathing in her sweet scent. “Hoyt’s in the shower, probably jerking off. It won’t do him much good, though.”

  Sliding a hand down her body, he parted her folds and tapped her clit, smiling at her soft, hungry cry. “He won’t be able to forget the sight of that gorgeous, plugged ass draped over his lap. Nothing will satisfy him except having you.”

  Wrapping an arm around her waist, he continued to manipulate her clit, carefully keeping his touch light and slow—enough to arouse her, but not enough to allow her to go over.

  The need to have his wife’s attention focused on him—to hear her cry his name—wouldn’t be denied.

  Her quivering body rubbed against his, her moans of pleasure and growing arousal making his cock so hard it hurt. “Why didn’t he take me then?”

  Chuckling softly at her indignant tone, Jake nipped her earlobe. “That’s something you’re going to have to ask him. You’re going to have to develop your own relationship with Hoyt, without my interference.”

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nbsp; He’d seen the look of awe and stunned amazement on Hoyt’s face, the shock as the sharp possessiveness hit him hard.

  It amused him to see his usually hard and controlled friend flustered as he realized that loving his submissive was nothing like just dominating a woman.

  Nat had already begun to draw Hoyt in, something that Jake understood very well.

  He’d long ago discovered how loving a woman who had the strength and trust to submit could turn a man’s life inside out.

  Jake found himself attuned to her in ways that he’d never imagined, and had a feeling that Hoyt had begun to realize just how deeply loving Nat would affect him.

  Having the chance to watch them together had also taught Jake a few things. He’d been able to watch his wife, and had an unobstructed view to every inch of her while Hoyt spanked her.

  Nat’s eyes had been wild with pleasure before she lowered her head and let her hair hide her face from view. Being over Hoyt’s lap, and unable to see what went on behind her kept her on edge more than he’d expected. When he and Hoyt began talking about her, she raised her head, biting her lip to hold back her cries in an obvious attempt to hear them.

  More aroused by the minute, he’d watched her, learning more about her with every second that passed, things that he hadn’t had a chance to see in the past.

  She wiggled against him, crying out softly with every movement. “Jake, I need to come again. Oh, God. Please. Take me. Please.”

  Delighted with her, he pressed against the base of the plug. “Every time you move, this plug’s shifting inside you. I know how much you like having this ass filled.”

  Christ, he wanted her.

  He knew how tight her pussy would be with the plug inside her ass, and couldn’t wait to take her with Hoyt, knowing it would be even tighter.

  Holding her close, he pressed again at the plug while slipping a finger into her slick pussy. “You know that Hoyt and I are going to take you together, don’t you?”