Breaking Leather: Lone Star Lovers, Book 4

by Delilah Devlin

  “Yeah. More than ever. It’s like breakin’ in a new pair of leather boots. You have to wear ’em, stress ’em a bit, before they really fit.”

  Ezra raised a brow. “Did you just compare Chrissi to a pair of cowboy boots?”

  Cade shrugged, then pulled a beer from the fridge and popped the top before heading to the playroom at the far side of the house. The room he and his brothers had worked on off and on for months. Not knowing exactly when it would come into use, but hoping.

  They’d each had their say in what would be in there. They’d each practiced with similar toys and equipment over the years, learning how to ply a flogger or wrap a rope around delicate skin. But never together.

  When they’d accepted Bo Crenshaw’s challenge to give his girl Shanna one memorable night, they’d plied some of what they’d learned, but they hadn’t brought her here. Hadn’t wanted any one woman to experience it with them but Chrissi.

  Cade pulled a flogger from a drawer in the hand-built cabinet against one wall, and rifled a finger down across the edges of the suede flanges. Chrissi would love this one. Once she got past the shock.

  Chapter Seven

  Chrissi woke in stages, swimming through exquisite layers of sensation. At first, she thought she dreamed. Feather-soft touches stroked her skin, eliciting delicate shivers before drifting away again. She slept on…to be enticed again with smooth glides of firm lips. Two pairs. One starting at her toes, the other at her nipples.

  She smiled to herself as she dreamily blinked her eyes.

  The room was still dark. Not a glint of moonlight coming through the window, not a gleam of artificial light around the edges of any door. She wasn’t sure which of the men was nibbling at her toes, but she wondered what he might do if she kicked him. When he slid his tongue between her toes, she curled them, trying to capture the sensation rather than deflect it. She hadn’t known her toes were an erogenous zone.

  The more obvious delight, the lips latching gently around one hardened nipple, had her clutching at warm thick hair, a shaggy mop she recognized immediately as Josh’s. she pulled to bring him closer, to deepen the sucking kisses that didn’t satisfy, only teased, but he released her nipple and glided lower, sucking the tender skin at the underside of her breast.

  She’d have a trail of bruised love bites if he kept it up, but she didn’t really mind. The only ones who’d know would be the three cowboys who had set their minds to her seduction.

  Chrissi moaned then breathed deeply, feigning sleep again. They’d have to work a little harder to get her to admit she was fully awake and enjoying the attention.

  A calloused fingertip scraped up the back of her calf, tickling behind her knee, and she couldn’t help the giggle that escaped.

  “I knew it,” Cade drawled. “You’re playin’ possum.”

  “Was not.”

  Josh chuckled, warm air gusting against her upper belly.

  “Hell, I just closed my eyes,” she grumbled. “Thought you guys needed me rested.”

  “Aren’t you?”

  Breath blew against the tender skin just above her mound and her thighs tensed in anticipation. “Guess so,” she whispered.

  “We’re gonna play a game,” Cade said, his voice deepening.

  Again, the roughening texture of his voice hinted at a masculine dominance that had her stirring restlessly on the mattress. “What kind of game?”

  “Wouldn’t be as much fun if we told you.”

  She huffed. “Fun for who?”

  “Think we don’t mean to give you all the pleasure you can stand?” A finger traced through the hair on her mound to the top of her folds and tapped her hooded clit.

  Sweet Jesus, was that all it took to get her hot? “Umm… I’m game.”

  “Josh…” Cade murmured.

  Josh kissed her nipple then withdrew. A whisper slid across the sheets… The glide of a hand? Cade tugged her wrist, bringing her to a sitting position, and Josh’s hot skin moved in to cloak her back. Fabric slithered over her face then tightened around her eyes.

  “A blindfold? But it’s dark already.”

  “We have someplace to take you,” Cade said, his tone brooking no arguments. “Get on up, Chrissi.”

  The bed dipped around her, both her hands were clasped. The brothers led her from the bed, through the hallway, the living room, to somewhere beyond. The old workout room? She didn’t mind the silence or the gentle grips of their strong hands. “Is Ezra already there?”

  “Ezra’s waitin’, sweetheart.”

  Good Lord, she wasn’t sure what she felt about the sound of this. “Maybe I’d rather see where I’m goin’.”

  “Think we’re givin’ you a choice?”

  She tried to tug her hands away, but both men tightened their grips.

  A door creaked open, and she was swept inside. The sounds inside the room, their footsteps, her excited breaths, seemed muted, like the walls had better insulation here. She turned her head to try to catch the sound of another male inside. “Ezra?”

  Hands slid around her waist, sweeping up and down her belly, then cupping her breasts while thumbs rubbed the spiking tips. “Trust us,” he whispered in her ear. He framed her hips with his large hands and propelled her slowly forward. “Stop here.”

  Hands guided her, picking up a foot to slide it along something wooden behind her. She stepped onto it. They guided her other foot onto another step. Bands wrapped her ankles. The scratch of Velcro made her jump. Her arms were raised at her sides and her fingers were wrapped around a grip before her wrists were tied as well.

  Then all the hands, all the warm support, withdrew. There was a creak, and suddenly the thing she was fastened to tilted back, at an angle, not completely horizontal, but enough that the padded supports under her arms, legs and torso, took her weight.

  The supports beneath her legs were opened, spreading her thighs. Something stroked up the inside from below her knee to just beneath her folds then back down again.

  Heat closed in at one side of her face. Minty breath gusted over her cheek. “This is how it’s gonna be, sugar,” Cade whispered. “I’m gonna stroke your skin, and here and there, I’m gonna give you a pop. Not enough to leave a mark. Not unless you want me to. You have to be honest. Tell me if I hurt you. Or tell me if you want more.”

  “You’re gonna hit me?”

  “Stripe you, baby. You’ll see.” She heard him move around to stand between her spread legs.

  “You’ve got a pretty pussy. And it’s wet.” A finger burrowed into her, withdrew, then rubbed her mouth with her moisture. “Suck it clean, sweetheart.”

  Her pussy made a moist clasping sound, and she tried to draw her knees together, but that was the point of the bindings. Nothing would be hidden. Not a single reaction. Her lips parted, ready to tell him to go straight to hell, but he rubbed her mouth again and her tongue touched him, liked the flavor he shared, and swept out to curl around his finger until he stuck it into her mouth to let her suck. When he pulled it out, she licked her lips, then bit them, because something was snaking up her inner thigh again, something soft and trailing.

  It lifted off her skin, then flicked, stinging her inner thigh.

  She gasped and pulled against her bindings. Before she could form a protest, the strands were stroking her belly, her breasts. Her nipples reacted, contracting. Her flesh tingled and goose bumps rose. The flanges lifted and struck one breast. “Shit!”

  “Too much?” Ezra was beside her ear.

  But the flanges were moving again, down her belly, between her legs. Her knees lifted, fighting the bindings at her ankles, but all she could manage was a slight outward turn.

  “You like that?” Ezra whispered. “Do you want Cade to flick you there?”

  Her body was beginning to shiver. She nodded quickly, and the flick, a divinely sharp, stinging glance, landed on her outer labia. Blood surged south to make them swell.

  She was squirming now, her skin heating. “Is it a whip?” />
  “A flogger,” Ezra said. “Soft suede. Cade knew you’d love it.”

  “Jesus,” she breathed.

  The flanges lifted from her skin, but didn’t strike. “You’re gettin’ used to knowin’ where it'll land,” Cade said—like that was a bad thing.

  “Shouldn’t I know? To prepare?”

  “Then you’d have some control over how you react.” The flogger struck her belly, her mound, her knee, then swirled around and around one breast in delicious, soothing swirls while she struggled to even out her breaths.

  The flogger disappeared. Fingers plumped her breast then lips latched around the turgid tip, pulling hard and eliciting a deep groan from her.

  “Like that?” Ezra said.

  “Yes,” she hissed, wondering who was sucking at her breasts.

  Fingers pinched the tip and pulled then released, then repeated the action, squeezing harder.

  Liquid oozed from inside her, dribbling from her pussy.

  Fingers sank into her and pumped in and out, then withdrew.

  “God, you’re killin’ me.”

  Laughter, low chuckles sounded all around her. The men were moving, changing places. Something cold closed around the tip of one nipple, tightening, pinching hard.

  “Too much?” Josh asked.

  She bit her lip, but shook her head. The pain was delightful, causing her womb to clench. The clamp cinched tighter, and she hissed between her teeth, but didn’t complain.

  Her other breast was plumped and kissed, the nipple tortured with lips, fingers, then another cold clamp was applied. When both were tight, fingers toggled the tips, rasping over them. “So red,” Josh said. “Beautiful, baby.”

  A quiver shook up her spine, and she grew rigid against her supports, arching her back. “Please,” she begged, but she didn’t know what she wanted other than to be filled, for them to ease the ache growing inside her.

  “Get her off the cross,” Cade said, his voice deep and hard-edged.

  She liked the way it sounded, then liked even better the way the men followed his command. Her body responded with more shivers that racked her belly and inner thighs.

  The bindings at her wrists and ankles eased, and the cross was adjusted until it stood upright. A strong arm encircled her waist, and she leaned against a hard chest while she was moved a few feet. Her knees bumped against padded leather. The arm at her back pulled away. A hand pressed between her shoulder blades, and she gasped, afraid she’d fall forward, but her belly landed on leather squabs and an upholstered bench cushioned her knees. The edge was just below her breasts, which left them to sway beneath her. Her nipples tightened and the clamps pinched harder.

  Folded over the bench, her bottom raised, she knew what was coming next and hung her head. She couldn’t form a complaint or a question. Waited quietly while hands smoothed over her legs and bound her again to the bench. Fingers thrust through her hair and lifted her head. A mouth closed over hers and kissed her.

  So drunk on endorphins rushing through her veins, she couldn’t wonder who kissed her, didn’t really care, only that a tongue mated with hers, suctioning her lips while hands massaged her ass.

  Those hands lifted, and she held her breath. A slap rocked her, and she sucked hard on the tongue inside her mouth, her body tightening, jumping with each hard, successive smack.

  Her bottom grew hot, her pussy swelled, fluid trickled down one thigh but the slaps continued against one side then the other, and then right between her spread legs, against her pussy.

  The shock pushed her into an orgasm that made her whimper and mewl, and the mouth grinding against hers left, leaving her sobbing.

  More slaps landed, but her mind was wrapped in a haze. Something soft butted against her mouth and she opened, welcoming a thick musky cock.

  Fingers combed through her hair then pulled. “Suck harder, baby,” Ezra said, his voice tight. Tight like it always was just before he blew.

  Her lips closed around him. She opened her jaws a little wider and sucked him down, encouraging him to deepen his strokes.

  She gurgled and groaned around him, not caring how desperate she sounded, only that she obeyed, that she pleased him. The hands warming her backside smoothed over her buttocks then gripped them hard. A cock nudged her folds, and she screamed around Ezra when it stroked deep, thrusting toward her core in a single drive that pushed the air from her lungs.

  Again, her womb tightened, her body writhed, pleasure escalating as the men fucked her mouth, her cunt, stroking in opposing rhythms. When the man behind her began to thrust harder, his belly slapping against the moisture spilling from inside her, Ezra’s strokes shortened, quickened. Come hit her tongue, the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, taking it down.

  The man behind her bounced against her ass and a shout sounded, deep, agonized, and the mystery man powered three more times before withdrawing. Hot fluid landed on her ass. The cock stroked over it, spreading the sticky goo.

  Both men pulled away, leaving her bent over the bench, all strength gone.

  She lay, limp as a dishrag, unmoving, even when fingers traced the crack of her ass. She gasped as they swirled around her tiny hole. Footsteps circled behind her. An ointment was squeezed against her hole, the tip of the tube entered her, and more gel filled her. When it pulled away, she groaned, not sure she was ready for this, but unwilling to voice her unease. A finger eased inside her slowly, and she tensed her thighs, her buttocks.

  “You have to relax,” Cade said, his voice soothing now. “Let me in, sweetheart. You’ll like this with me. I promise.”

  His finger pulled free. Latex snapped—the first hint of a condom she’d heard or seen. Then he was back, the blunt head of his cock pushing against her. His hands gripped her buttocks, thumbs easing her open, spreading her hole. His cock surged against her, pushing against her tight ring.

  She whimpered, but pushed apart her knees, as far as she could and tilted up her ass. Giving her silent acceptance to the invasion.

  “Fuck, Chrissi,” he said, his voice strained. He pushed again, and popped through, surging deeper as her muscles eased around him.

  She sobbed. She burned. And when he began to pump inside her, she flung back her head and drew sharp, shattered breaths. He was deep, his groin pounding against her cheeks. Something she’d never done before. Never considered sexy, but here she was, with Cade reaming her, and her loving every moment.

  She ached, but she was on fire. “Oh please, please.”

  “What do you want?” Ezra said beside her ear.

  “Rub my clit,” she gritted out.

  His chuckle sounded strained, but moistened fingers came up between her legs and swirled on the hard, distended knot.

  “Gonna come, baby,” Cade warned.

  “Please, please, please,” she chanted.

  When he powered harder, sharper, the slaps loud and lewd, a mouth closed over hers. A tongue thrust inside.

  Good Lord, they were all three here, all working her. She could see it in her mind, and the picture was beyond dirty. The tight coil of arousal burst, and she gave an agonized groan, her whole body going rigid as wave after wave of shivering convulsions swept through her.

  She barely noted Cade’s shout. Didn’t demur when the fingers between her legs left her. Josh kissed her mouth, her cheeks, and she lifted her face to accept his blessing and murmured praise.

  A warm wet cloth cleaned between her legs and buttocks. The fastenings melted away. She was urged to the ground on her knees. Her hands were pulled behind her and made to wrap one around the other. Her head was pushed down.

  “Like this sweetheart. We want you to wait like this,” Cade said, kissing her shoulder then moving away.

  The blindfold fell away and she blinked, keeping her head down and pulling in deep ragged breaths.

  Three sets of large feet were lined up in front of her, and she couldn’t help the tired grin that stretched her swollen mouth.

  “She’s smiling,” Jo
sh said.

  One of them grunted. Had to be Ezra.

  A hand cupped her chin and lifted her face. Cade was bent over her, his gaze studying her expression. “Are you quiet because you’re tired?”

  Her lips parted. She was tired. That was true. She shook her head.

  His smile was slow and eased up one side of his mouth. “This is what we want from you. Here in this room. Obedience.”

  She licked her lips and nodded, beyond exhausted, completely sated.

  “You can speak.”

  “When we’re not in here…?” she asked, her voice croaking.

  “We expect sass. Lots of it. Get it out of your system before you come inside.”

  Her lips trembled. “How’d you know I’d like this? I sure as hell didn’t.”

  Cade’s grin widened. “Because we wanted it. And you’re made for us, Chrissi.”

  Chrissi thought about that for a moment, then felt moisture well in her eyes. She felt as though a weight had lifted from her chest, as though the fear and shame she’d carried around for so long had simply floated away. “I was made for you,” she repeated slowly.

  Cade dropped his hand and held it out. She slipped hers inside and let him pull her to her feet. She swayed, and Josh stepped forward to slide an arm around her back. He lifted her in his arms and held her against his chest, a huge smile stretching across his face.

  She glanced across at Ezra, the man she’d loved first. His expression was stoic. Her heart thudded dully against her chest. “You haven’t said anything,” she said softly, hoping with all her heart that he hadn’t gotten a glimpse of their future and decided he’d made a mistake.

  Ezra stepped closer, and his gaze trailed from her face, along her body, then swept slowly back. He cleared his throat. “I’m the one marryin’ you. We decided.”

  “Were you gonna ask?” she said drily, her heart stuttering and quickening again.

  “You don’t get a say. Not in here.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “Josh?”

  “Yeah, baby.”

  “Take me outside.”

  Cade and Josh both chuckled, but Ezra’s jaw strained. His eyelids fell to a scary squint.