by Leah Brooke
Jeremiah turned toward the bed, forcing her to her knees at the edge of it and standing between her thighs to keep them spread wide. “You should be thanking us, darlin’. We had that specially made for you.”
With her ass in the air and her thighs coated with her juices, Maggie strove for dignity. “Go to hell. Ahh!”
Something hard and cold slid into her ass, not far, but it was wide enough to stretch her, making her feel full and possessed. Before she could adjust to it, Jeremiah lifted her to her feet again, holding her steady as Eb brought the piece of leather up between her legs.
To her shock, he parted her folds and slipped the narrow band of leather between them. From the back, Jeremiah pulled another strip of leather between the cheeks of her bottom.
The leather was pulled tight, pushing the ball of metal a little deeper into her bottom, and both men worked to secure the straps.
Eb stepped back to view his handiwork, an unholy grin spreading across his face. “The leather over your clit was left just a little rougher so it would rub against it as you move today. I’d advise you to wear a dress today instead of your pants, or you’re going to be even more uncomfortable.”
Taking her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, he squeezed none too gently, making her knees buckle at the rush of lust that raced through her. “You be good today. We’ll be home at lunch to check on you.”
He turned and walked out of the room, whistling as he went down the stairs.
Held back against Jeremiah, Maggie let her head roll back to his shoulder. “Jeremiah, please don’t leave me this way. Take me.”
Cupping her breasts from behind, he scraped his teeth over her neck. “You need to come, darlin’?”
Maggie covered his hands with hers, moaning as his callused palms provided an amazing friction to her nipples. “God, yes.”
The metal ball in her bottom felt so decadent and naughty, more overwhelming by the minute. She couldn’t stop tightening on it and could already feel her juices dampening the leather between her legs. Rocking her hips, she could feel the leather rub against her clit, and although it had been pulled too tightly for her to get the friction she needed, it didn’t hurt, just threatened to drive her insane.
“So you think I should go behind Eb’s back and satisfy you?”
Moaning as his hands moved over her, she leaned into him. Wearing nothing but the leather made her feel like such a sexual being, she had trouble thinking of anything else. “Yes. I won’t tell him. Jeremiah, please. Take me. Any way you want. You can even take my bottom. Just make me come. I can’t stay this way.”
The pinch on her nipples was harder this time, and she cried out, but he’d already released her. Bending her over his arm, he slapped her ass several more times, punctuating each slap with a curse. After delivering about a half-dozen of them, he spun her to face him, his eyes cold.
“Look at you.” He dragged her to the mirror, meeting her look of shock with a cold stare.
“You’re being disciplined, and still you try to pit one of us against the other. Haven’t you heard a word we’ve said to you? Part of being able to protect you is trust. For all of us. If any one of us betrays that trust, we risk everything.”
Maggie stared in the mirror, hardly able to believe she was looking at herself. Her hair hung wild and tangled around her shoulder, her eyes darker than she’d ever seen them before. Her nipples, now red because of their attention, stood out as though begging for more.
But the leather piece that went between her legs and attached at the waist attracted her attention even more. It looked sinister and primitive as did the man running his hand over the soft leather and tapping her folds.
“When we come home to eat, be wearing this and nothing else. I want to see this better. Have my razor and soap ready.”
He slapped her ass again, smiling coldly at her low moan. “I’m going to shave your pussy while Eb watches. Now get dressed, and don’t forget to be ready when we get back.”
Chapter Thirteen
Maggie couldn’t stand still as she waited for Eb and Jeremiah to come home to eat.
She’d spent the better part of the morning trying to undo the straps that held the leather in place, desperate to rub her clit to release herself from this torment.
She’d come close, too close, to cutting it, but feared their reaction to that too much to take a chance.
Standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but the dreaded leather, she eyed the razor and soap she’d placed next to Jeremiah’s plate at the table.
He wouldn’t really shave her pussy hair, would he?
If he was trying to scare her, he was doing a hell of a job.
The sound of horses approaching had her spinning back to the window, her heart leaping to her throat to see Eb and Jeremiah crossing the yard toward the house.
They’d gotten into the habit of eating here now instead of the new chow shack, so no one appeared to notice anything amiss.
But Maggie saw their expressions as they approached and knew this would be no ordinary meal.
Not sure where to stand or what to do, she sat at the table where the food waited and crossed her arms over her breasts, sucking in a breath when the knob moved inside her ass.
The sound of the back door opening sent a wave of fear and longing through her, her juices wetting the leather even more. Closing her eyes, she listened to the sounds they made and pictured them removing their jackets and boots. Feeling their presence, she slowly opened her eyes to find them standing in their stockinged feet in the doorway.
“Come here.”
Maggie shivered at the ice in Eb’s demand and reluctantly stood, her knees shaking as she stepped toward him.
Folding his arms across his chest, he glared down at her. “Put your hands at your sides.”
Maggie shot a look at Jeremiah, who simply raised a brow and stared back at her.
Finding no help there, she lowered her hands, and to her consternation, her nipples grew tighter under Eb’s gaze.
“Did you try to get Jeremiah to fuck your ass after I left the room?”
Maggie’s eyes slid to Jeremiah’s again, the sharp edge of betrayal cutting deep. Shrugging, she looked at Eb’s belt buckle. “Yes, but—”
“What did I tell you about trying to pit one of us against the other?”
Shrugging again, Maggie glanced up, but the look in his eyes had her staring at his belt buckle again, intrigued that the bulge beneath it continued to grow.
“You said not to.”
He reached out a hand and ran a finger down the front of the leather strap between her legs, pausing to tap her folds. “And even wearing this wasn’t enough of a reminder about the rules you’ve been told to obey?”
Not knowing what to say and scared of getting into even more trouble, Maggie shrugged again. “I have to use the necessary.”
Jeremiah chuckled, and Maggie looked up in relief, only to encounter Eb’s grim expression and Jeremiah’s cold smile.
Turning her around, Jeremiah undid the straps from behind. “This had to come off anyway. Go put on my jacket. I’ll come with you and stand right outside. Don’t be too long. I don’t want you touching that clit.”
He whipped a drying cloth from a hook and spun her around, wiping the excess salve from her before slapping her bottom. “Go.”
Once they returned, Maggie washed her hands as Eb and Jeremiah sat at the table. When she came back and sat down, Eb paused in the act of dumping a spoonful of potatoes on her plate.
“Go take the jacket off.”
Damn. She’d hoped to keep it on while they ate. She should have known better.
While she removed it, Eb stood and tossed more wood on the fire, making the kitchen almost uncomfortably warm.
Usually Eb and Jeremiah talked while they ate, including her in the conversation, but today the only sounds came from forks scraping plates and the soft sounds she made when they reached out to touch her.
Which they did o
ften.
She never knew when one of them would reach out and stroke her nipple, caress her shoulder, or run a hand up her thigh. Being on fire made it difficult to eat.
The hard chair beneath her bottom felt strange. She’d never eaten naked before, and the only times she’d ever been naked in the kitchen were during her baths. Embarrassed that her juices wet the chair she sat in, she squirmed, only to moan again when Jeremiah reached out to cup a breast.
“Clear the table so I can shave you.”
With a start she realized they’d both finished eating and sat staring at her.
Eb leaned back in his chair, watching her expectantly as he sipped his coffee.
“Hurry up. You’ve got another spanking coming for what you did after I left this morning, and we’ve got to put your harness back on.”
“Harness?”
Eb shrugged. “It’s as good a name for it as any other.”
Maggie stacked the plates, inadvertently eyeing the leather piece which hung on Eb’s chair. “I don’t like it.”
“Too bad. Hurry up, so Jeremiah can shave that pussy bare.”
As Maggie cleared the table, Eb spoke to his brother as though she wasn’t there. “Shaving her pussy’s a good idea, especially for her clit spankings. She’ll feel it even more.”
Ignoring her gasp, Jeremiah nodded and sipped his own coffee. “I’ve heard it makes a woman more sensitive there. There’ll be no hiding from us now.”
He got up and added water to the soap to build a lather. “You might have to hold her down so I don’t cut her.”
“Cut me?” Maggie hurriedly set the dishes aside and raced back to him, aware that both men stared at her breasts. “Jeremiah, please don’t do this.”
Jeremiah grinned, showing the dimples the women in Kansas City went wild over, and tapped a nipple. “Oh, I’m shaving your pussy, darlin’. You’ll just have to stay real still. Consider it part of your punishment.”
He set the cup of lather aside and reached for her, his hands circling her waist as he lifted her to sit on the table in front of him. “Lie back.”
Holding on to his shoulders, Maggie stared at him in dismay. “On the table? Jeremiah, please don’t do this to me.”
More scared than she’d like to admit, Maggie hoped to talk him out of it, but Jeremiah remained adamant.
“Lie back or I’ll tie you down.”
Eb took the decision out of her hands by pulling her back to the edge of the table from behind and lifting her hands over her head. To her astonishment, his cock touched her cheek. “Suck.”
His hands went to her breasts as Jeremiah’s shaving brush spread lather all over her mound. When she paused, Eb pinched her nipples. “I said, suck. Now, Maggie.”
Maggie opened wide, her arousal flaring to life all over again. She didn’t know what it was about their high-handedness that excited her so much, but she couldn’t argue that it didn’t.
The hands at her breasts manipulated her nipples with alarming expertise as the head of Eb’s cock passed her lips.
“Stop fidgeting, Maggie. I don’t want to cut you.”
Reveling in the taste of Eb as his cock slid a little deeper into her mouth, Maggie grabbed on to his hips, forcing herself to remain motionless as Jeremiah’s blade slid over her mound.
She couldn’t believe they would actually do something to embarrass her this way, but even through her embarrassment, her excitement soared.
She concentrated on sucking Eb, loving the sounds he made as she pleased him, finally understanding why they worked so hard to draw the sounds of pleasure from her.
He groaned, his hands becoming a little rougher on her, roaming over her with abandon as she sucked him as deep as she could to her throat. His firmer touch drove her lust even higher, as it always did when his control slipped.
The blade kept swiping over her mound, the air touching her newly bared skin, adding to the number of sensations bombarding her.
She moaned when Jeremiah lifted her knees and spread her, and the shaving brush swirled over her folds.
“Stay really still now, darlin’. Hell, Eb, don’t let her move.”
Eb bent farther over her, his cock pushing deeper as he lifted her by the ankles, spreading her legs high and wide.
Maggie sucked frantically, gulping in air through her nose as the sharp razor swiped repeatedly over her folds. Her pussy clenched with the need to be taken by these strong men, men who had a dark side she found irresistible.
She’d never have thought herself capable of the passion that ignited inside her, the passion that seemed to grow stronger with every decadent thing they did to her. She shivered again when Jeremiah wiped her folds clean, the cool air hitting them almost more than she could stand.
Eb shuddered from above her, the muscles in his thighs becoming rock hard. “Jesus. Look at that. Is she as soft as she looks?”
Maggie wondered if she’d ever get used to them talking about her this way.
She hoped not.
It gave her a glimpse into what they were thinking that she’d probably never get otherwise.
Maggie jolted when fingers traced over her folds, the sensation so strong and strange she automatically started to lift up to see.
Eb released her ankles, one hand under her chin and the other tugging a nipple as his eyes met hers and held them. “No. Keep sucking.”
Remembering the last time she’d done this, she kept her legs spread wide for Jeremiah, waiting expectantly for him to plunge into her.
His touch on her too sensitive slit never faltered, but no matter how much she twisted and turned, she couldn’t get him to touch her clit.
She sucked Eb harder, her lust not allowing her to be easy on him and determined to get him to come. The last time he’d released into her mouth had surprised her, but this time she knew what to expect.
She knew his taste, knew the deep, tortured sounds he would make, knew how his thighs would tremble.
Maggie wanted it as much as she wanted her own orgasm.
Striving for both, she sucked harder, releasing her hold on his thighs to touch her clit herself.
Eb reacted instantly, slapping her hand away from her clit. “No coming.” Sighing, he groaned again. “For either of us.”
He withdrew from her mouth, chuckling when she tried to suck him back in. Bending close, he dropped a kiss on her parted lips.
“Which is something you’ll regret tonight—I’ll be starving for you then the way I am now when I take that tight ass.”
He straightened and helped her up, straight into Jeremiah’s arms.
Jeremiah smiled faintly, running his fingers over her folds again. “How does it feel?”
Feeling far too exposed, Maggie looked down at herself, her face burning to see how much of her slit showed. Slapping a hand over her mound to cover herself, she lifted her chin and started to scoot to the edge of the table.
“I can’t believe you would humiliate me this way. Why would you do this to me?”
Eb seemed content to sit back in his chair, holding the piece of leather loosely in his hand while sipping his coffee.
Jeremiah lifted her from the table, holding her to stand next to him. He ran his fingers through her slick folds again, smiling when she shivered.
“Are you going to tell me you don’t like the way this feels?”
Maggie stood stark naked in the kitchen with both of them staring at her, so aroused she had to lock her knees to stay upright.
Holding on to the edge of the table for support, she held a hand over her mound.
“I’m not here for your amusement. I’m your wife, and you can’t treat me this way.”
Expecting Eb to react, she made the mistake of not paying attention to Jeremiah.
He swatted her ass with a slap that startled her, making her bottom sting. “You are our wife and we damned well treat you like one. You just don’t want to act like one. But you’ll learn, little girl.” He stood, moving behind her and runnin
g a threatening hand over her hot bottom.
“You’ll learn.”
He bent her over the table, spreading her thighs with his and forcing her to face Eb.
Eb smiled, leaning forward to cup a breast while handing the leather piece to Jeremiah over her shoulder.
“Looks like that mouth got you in some trouble again.”
The open tin of salve hit the table next to her harder than necessary, bouncing twice before settling.
Eb picked it up, eyeing it thoughtfully. “It looks like we’re gonna have to get a good supply of salve stored.” Setting the tin aside, he cupped her cheek. “Between you and all the other women we advertised for, we’ll be using more salve than flour on the Circle T.”
Maggie shivered at the touch of Jeremiah’s finger on her bottom hole. “Don’t you mean Desire?”
Eb caught her nipple, tugging it. “Oh, baby. I mean desire very much. My cock is hard and hot and full of desire to fuck that ass.”
Maggie’s shriek of outrage turned into a gasp when Jeremiah slid his finger deep. She could never get used to being invaded there, the sensation of helplessness taking her over yet again. Each time felt like the first, the too intimate caress so decadent and forbidding that she could never stop fighting it no matter how much pleasure it gave her.
With a hand on her back, Jeremiah moved his finger inside her. “She’s still pretty slick from the other salve. Give me that harness.”
Maggie gritted her teeth. “Stop calling it that. I—oh, God.”
The ball was forced into her again, the sensation of having her ass plugged never failing to steal her self control.
Eb caressed a nipple, sending another surge of lust racing through her. She hadn’t known it would be possible to be this aroused for so long, the strength of it varying, but as long as Eb and Jeremiah kept teasing her and not allowing her to come, it never went away completely.
Her temper sparked and she tried to pull away from Eb, but he must have anticipated it because he held her, his grip unbreakable.
“I wondered how long it would take you. I knew when we came in you weren’t aroused enough to have learned your lesson. You’ll be good and mad before we get back.”