Trusting Her Doms [Pleasure, Texas 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  She gazed into the faces of the men who had taught her not only about being a submissive, but about learning to trust again. They’d saved her mother and her, and had taken her heart as theirs. The love swelling inside her overwhelmed her.

  “Carly? You’re going to need your hands free, remember?”

  She’d almost forgotten to hand Suzie her bouquet.

  Hank and Ron each held out a hand and she placed her hands in theirs. They both looked nervous, and yet, still as dashing as ever.

  Hank cleared his throat. “Carly, I love you.”

  “And I love you,” added Ron.

  She choked back the urge to cry. “I love both of you.” How had she gotten so lucky?

  Hank cleared his throat a second time and she held back a grin. The longer she held their hands, the less nervous she became.

  “You’re the woman we searched for, the woman we longed for. You’re my heart, my soul, my everything. I promise to do all I can to protect and cherish you. Your pleasure is my joy. Your joy is my life. Will you give yourself to us from this day on?”

  They’d practiced what they’d say, but speaking those words suddenly meant more than she’d ever thought they could. “You’re my men, the ones I want in my bed and in my life. I promise to do all I can to protect and cherish you. Your pleasure is my joy. Your joy is my life. I give myself to you from this day on.”

  She’d managed to hold back the tears so far, but if her mother didn’t stop crying, it would be impossible. Suzie whispered soft words to soothe her mother.

  Hank took the box Destin held, then opened it. A jewel-encrusted collar rested on plush purple velvet. It sparkled even in the dim lighting. “Will you take this symbol to wear as a sign to us and those we meet? Will you promise to be our submissive?” Hank took the bejeweled collar from the box and held it out.

  Ron put his hand on the collar next to Hank’s. “Will you be our submissive? Will you give us joy as we will give it to you?”

  Trembles ran through her as happiness took her, riding her to heights she’d never experienced before. It didn’t matter that the collar was so beautiful. She would’ve loved even an unadorned, simple leather one just as much.

  “Yes. I will, Masters.” It was the first time she’d called them by the term of respect, making that moment more special. It was the first time, but it wouldn’t be the last.

  Together, the men she loved and trusted encircled her neck with the collar and snapped it closed. Their masculine aromas swept over her, giving her pussy a quick thrill. If she’d had her way right then, she would’ve ended the ceremony and begged them to take her.

  “Then you are ours and we are yours.”

  She answered, exhilarating at the sound of the words ringing through the large room. “I am yours and you are mine.”

  A cheer broke out and applause filled the air. She leaned into her men, encompassed by their arms.

  They were the men she’d never believed existed. They loved her as much as she loved them. Her joy knew no limits, and for the first time for as long as she could remember, she was filled with pure, unencumbered delight.

  They pulled her out of their group hug and she stepped back, ready to start the reception that would follow. Instead, she gasped as both Hank and Ron went down on one knee.

  “What are you doing?” From what she’d learned, the submissive was supposed to go to her knees in a collaring ceremony, but they’d opted for her not to do that. Then why had they?

  Ron pulled a smaller box out of his pocket. “Carly, this isn’t normally part of a ceremony like this, but we couldn’t wait any longer.” He opened the small box, revealing a large diamond ring.

  Her hand flew to her mouth. What are they doing? Are they asking…

  “Carly, only one of us can do this legally, but we’re asking for the both of us.”

  Ron nodded at Hank and together they spoke the words she’d never forget.

  “Will you marry us?”

  She couldn’t find a way to speak. Instead, she stood there in stunned silence.

  After a few moments, she felt Suzie nudge her from behind. “Carly, are you going to answer them or not?”

  “Oh.” She’d never expected them to marry her. Wasn’t it enough to be their submissive? To have them in her life? And yet, she didn’t hesitate. The answer was already on her lips.

  “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you.”

  Together, as they’d done with the collar, they slipped the ring over her fourth finger. She stared at it, then fingered her collar. Somehow she’d gotten the best of both worlds.

  Another round of cheers and applause erupted, louder than the first time. The tears she’d struggled to keep back won the battle and flowed down her cheeks.

  Ron and Hank came to their feet, then sandwiched her between them. She laughed, the cares and the worries of the past forgotten with the promise of a future with the men she loved.

  Epilogue

  Carly studied her mother and the ranch hand that Hank and Ron had hired to help them with the new colt. Her mother was smitten with all the horses, but she especially loved the young colt. She wasn’t sure what was going on between her mother and the man, but seeing her mother smile made her happy. She hadn’t seen a genuine smile on her mother’s face in several years.

  Hank and Ron pulled their horses next to hers. She reached out, touching each man. That had become her silent way of greeting them. At first, she’d done that instead of kissing them, mindful that her mother was watching their interactions. It had fast become a habit that had continued even after her mother had moved into the small ranch house that Hank and Ron had purchased for her three months earlier.

  Both Carly’s and her mother’s therapists had agreed that her mother was strong enough to live on her own. It was a big step for both of them. For her mother standing on her own two feet for the first time in her life and for Carly in letting go of her past with the men who had hurt her. Time would help them to heal, and love would lead the way.

  “So what’s his name again?”

  Hank patted his horse on the neck. “Who are you talking about? The colt or the man?”

  He didn’t fool her. He knew which one she meant. After all, her mother had already named the colt Flyer the week before and everyone had been present at her mother’s announcement. But she played along anyway. “The man.”

  “Horace Newland. He’s a good guy.”

  “Good enough for my mom?” As he’d done so many times before, Horace slid an arm around her mother’s shoulders.

  “Hell, no. No one’s good enough for your mom.”

  She laughed, knowing that Ron meant what he’d said. Their affection for her mother had grown into something special during the time she and her mom had come to live with them, which was right after her father had been sent to jail straight out of the hospital.

  Ron tried not to show that he was eager for her reaction. “He just moved here from Amarillo, but we’ve known him for a long time and have never heard a bad word about him. Why else would we let him spend time with Sharon?”

  “So they’re…what? Dating?”

  “Yeah, they are. Hasn’t she mentioned it to you?”

  “Nope. My guess is that she’s wondering if I’ll approve.”

  “And would you?” asked Hank.

  Twisting in her saddle, she threw the question back at him. “Do you? She obviously values your opinion since she told you before me.”

  “Don’t take it like that. She just wanted a man’s perspective. Besides, she doesn’t want you to get upset since she and your father aren’t divorced yet. But to answer your question, yes, I approve.”

  “Me, too,” added Ron. “Not that you care what I think.”

  “Oh, don’t get your panties in a bunch.” She teased him, then added another caress of his shoulder.

  “Are you upset by them getting together? I mean, before the divorce?”

  “Not even a little. The divorce will come through fast enough.
Until then, she deserves to have someone put a smile on her face.”

  “Look, Carly, about your dad.” Ron shifted in his saddle. “Your mom’s attorney called to say that he’s taken a plea deal on all the charges against him. He’s going to jail for a while. Probably not as long as he should, but he thinks it’s better than hauling you and your mom through court. They dropped the weapons and assault charges against your mom, too, seeing that it was self-defense.”

  “Then it’s over?” At first, she’d looked forward to testifying against her father. But now, all she wanted was to get on with her life.

  “Yeah.” Hank narrowed his eyes. “That’s a good thing, right?”

  “Yeah, it’s a good thing.”

  Her mother leaned against Horace, then locked her arm around his waist. “Can I trust Horace to treat her right? Can she?”

  “You can.”

  She sighed, relief swamping her. And yet, another emotion followed on its heels. An emotion that was linked with the heat between her legs. “She looks happy.”

  “Sure seems like it to me.” Ron reined his horse around and moved it closer to hers. “How about letting us make you happy, too?”

  She tried to hold back her smile, but that was impossible around them. “And just how would you do that?”

  The first month she and her mom had lived with them hadn’t seen enough times in the bedroom. They’d snuck around like teenagers, fearful of her mom hearing them. After she’d moved out, however, they’d made up for lost time.

  “Want to meet us in the bedroom?”

  She pulled on her horse’s reins, making it back up. Riding had become her passion and she tried to ride as often as she could. Her skill as a horsewoman had grown steadily. As soon her mount had backed up far enough, she tugged on the reins, spinning it around.

  “Race you there.”

  Whether or not they let her win didn’t matter. As the first one back at the barn, she flung the reins to Willie, the teen they’d hired to muck out the bars—helping him save for college—then dashed into the house and up the stairs. She heard the pounding of their feet on the hardwood stairs just as she pushed open the bedroom.

  In the next moment, she was swept forward in a wave of all-male hardness and thrown on top of the bed. She squealed and tried to get away, but it was no use. Their hands were all over her, tugging her clothes off until she was naked and pinned to the bed.

  Hank tore off his shirt, popping the button off it. His chest muscles rippled as he worked on his belt, slinging it away, then started undoing his zipper. Butterflies made a home in her stomach as he jerked his jeans off, his boots coming off along with them.

  Ron was on the other side of her and was in a race with Hank. He came in second, but as far as she was concerned, they were both winners.

  No. I’m the winner.

  They paused, making her wonder, if only briefly, if they’d changed their minds. But they hadn’t. Instead, they took their time, scanning her body, as though they were starving men and she was their first meal in days. The heat that had made her squirm in the saddle broke into an all-out blaze, scorching through her. Wanting to be as sexy as she could for them, she spread her hair out over the pillow.

  “How are we doing this, boys? Soft and sweet? Or rough and tumble? Either way’s fine with me.”

  “I vote rough.”

  “That would make it unanimous,” added Hank.

  They were fast, her men, hurrying to rummage through the nightstands. Ron was the first to bring out the rope. They’d used it before and she knew it wasn’t coarse. The men had it custom-made with silk. Ron went to work, wrapping it around her hips and her thighs, then jerking her arms in front of her until she was bound from head to toe.

  “Are you okay, baby?” Hank brushed a gentle kiss across her lips, then fastened a ball gag in her mouth. “If you need to, just make as much noise as you can. We’ll know to stop.”

  “Darlin’, is your color green right now?” He held up the tube of gel. “Should we toss a coin to see who goes front and who gets your delicious ass?”

  She nodded, then spread her legs apart, tempting them. Then she started laughing. At least as much as she could with the gag in her mouth.

  Ron put the tube down and laughed along with her. “I guess tossing a coin is out when you don’t have any pockets, much less any coins in them.”

  “If you two are finished yucking it up, I’m ready to get some cream on my face.” Hank leaned over her body, skimming his tongue along her skin, over one breast with a quick nibble of her tit, then down to her belly button where he made a pit stop. She squirmed, a moan flowing from that same belly button to course upward until it came out.

  “The man has a point.” Ron cupped her breast and nuzzled his face against her tit. His tongue whipped over her nipple, then found its path to the curve of her neck.

  She struggled against the bindings, not hard enough to get free, but enough to give them pleasure. They loved to see her act as though she couldn’t get away.

  Hank continued his tongue’s travels down over her mons, then flicked it across the tender flesh of her pussy lips. She spread her legs as far apart as she could, urging him to keep going.

  He heeded her wish, plying her folds apart, then stopped. “Damn, but you’re so pretty. I can’t get enough of looking at your pussy.”

  “Then, hell, man, we should take a picture and hang it on the wall over our bed.” Ron lifted his hands to his face and pretended to take a photo.

  They weren’t serious. They couldn’t be. Deep down, she knew it, but that didn’t keep her from worrying that she was wrong. She yelled against the ball gag, intent on making her feelings known.

  Ron laughed, then reached under her and stroked her butt cheek. “Easy. I’m only kidding. Although it is a tempting idea. Are you saying that’s a big old red for taking the picture?”

  She nodded her head as vigorously as she could.

  “I’m going in.” He grabbed her, using his middle finger to dive between her folds and inside to pierce her sheath.

  She bucked against the invasion, but the feeling of his finger searching for her spongy spot took over, driving her insane. His gaze locked onto hers and a wicked glee sparked in his eyes.

  “Do you like that, baby? Tell me you like it.”

  She moaned, putting all her ecstasy into the sound. He controlled her, and yet, she’d never felt so powerful.

  He worked his hand harder, faster, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’re going to come for me, baby. Exactly when I tell you to. I’m going to taste your cream when I put my mouth on your delicious pussy.”

  She bucked her hips against him, pushing against his hand to make it go farther inside. He was so close to her G-spot that she knew he was saving the moment he’d skim over it.

  “Uh-uh-uh, baby. No trying to make me give it to you too soon.”

  She moaned again as Ron played with her nipples, twisting them and sending sharp stings into her breast. He watched her intently, too, ready to see her explode.

  Hank added another finger and smiled, a man filled with knowledge that he controlled every movement she made. “That’s it, baby. You’re being very good. Keep it up and I’ll reward you.”

  She cried out against the ball in her mouth and jerked on the rope, but it did nothing except to frustrate her.

  “Give it to her, man. She deserves it.”

  “Do you, baby? If you think you do, then arch your back and thrust out your tits. That’s it. I love to see him play with your titties.”

  She arched her back as much as she could. Her reward came swiftly as Ron bent to take a nipple into his mouth and held it between his teeth.

  “That’s our girl.” Hank slammed his hand against her pussy, harder than ever, and found her sweet spot.

  She exploded, her body no longer under anyone’s control, including hers. She writhed and squirmed, squeezing her legs together to capture Hank’s arm between them, then opening wide to give him m
ore access. Her scream of delight rammed against the wall of rubber then seem to travel upward, threatening to wipe away what little sense she still possessed.

  He removed his hand, then just as her body was shuddering through the last of her climax, he moved his body between her legs. The pressure of Hank’s mouth against her pussy awakened every last nerve ending that wasn’t already humming with desire. Her body bolted upward as the sizzle spread over her skin and the fire inside her found its way outside to spread over her flesh. She wanted them, intent on pleasing them as a good submissive should. Pleasing them was all that mattered, all that would give her joy.

  Hank reached around her legs and pulled her apart even farther. His hard cock pushed against her thigh, adding teasing to the way his mouth and teeth tortured her pussy. He drank her in, then swiped his tongue over her pussy, only to then dive into her pussy. As soon as she felt one sensation, another one followed, driving her need higher and higher.

  She gave herself to them, to their touches, their caresses, their murmurs of undying love. They were the perfect men, both sweet and loving, wild and sexy. She’d do anything to please them, honoring them as the Doms who cared for her more than they did for themselves. The love and pleasure she gave them always came back tenfold to her.

  Ron pushed her onto her side and Hank repositioned himself, never stopping the assault on her pussy. Her body trembled, needing their cocks. More than ever, faster than ever before, her lust rolled over her, demanding that she quench the thirst they’d given her.

  “I need you, baby. So bad, I can’t stand to wait any longer.” Hank turned around, getting his body closer and pressing his cock against her entrance.

  Ron did the same from the other side. “He’s right. I know it’s only been a few hours since we last had you, but it feels like forever.”

  The chill of the lube met the crease between her buttocks, exciting her to know that it wouldn’t be long before her wish came true. They’d fill her from back and front, but there was still one thing she needed before that would happen. She moaned and shook her head.