Awakening Veronica [Divine Creek Ranch 17] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  “To give control to us while you’re here. Do as we command.”

  “Command?” A shudder rippled through her. “Two Doms?” She breathed deep and looked off to the side and then surprised him with a smile as she took another deep breath and said, “Yes. To both of you. This is what I need if I want to move forward with my writing.”

  Hank slid a hand up to her throat and closed it around the delicate column, just enough for her to feel snared. “That’s Veronica Benedict, the successful author. What about Veronica Benedict, the woman?”

  She gulped nervously and a sense of accomplishment licked up his spine. She was going to be such a pleasure. Lifting her gaze to his, she said, “I have no idea what form your Dominance will take but I’m willing. I consent, as long as we can talk about anything I’m not comfortable with.”

  Hank moved his hand and kissed her rapid pulse where his thumb had rested moments earlier. “Of course.”

  He rose from the couch and pulled her up with him. “Nika, we’ll always talk with you. Neither of us is interested in limiting your speech unless we’re in a scene and we’ve giving you specific instructions for silence. Even then, we wouldn’t stop you from voicing yourself if you needed to.”

  Travis chuckled evilly and added, “Unless you get mouthy.”

  “Mouthy?” Veronica murmured and smiled. “I don’t think you’d have to worry about that with me.”

  Travis smiled at her, understanding exactly what she was saying, and a little saddened by it. The sass had been trained right out of her by her family. Once she felt comfortable with him, he hoped a little of that sass surfaced. He’d love to see that part of her come out to play.

  Hank led her into the center of the room and stroked her long hair. “Will you be working tonight?”

  She nodded and Travis noted the eagerness in her response and the way she smiled. “I feel like I’m bursting at the seams and need to get it all out before I lose it.”

  “You’re not too tired?”

  She shook her head. “Second wind. I’ll sleep afterward and then get back to it after lunch. At the rate I’m going right now, I’ll probably be done in a week or so. Then I’ll take a break.”

  “Are any of your evenings free?”

  “I can make them free. It’s not a problem. I’m having supper tomorrow night at the ranch house with Grandma Kate, Grace and the others. I don’t think Grace would mind if you came, too. I’ll be free afterward.”

  “I think we could work that out. We have only a few simple requests for you tonight.”

  She nodded and didn’t take her eyes off of his.

  Hank slid his hand down her left forearm and urged it around his waist and took her other hand as another song played on the stereo. “Dance with me. Nothing fancy, and Travis will dim the lights. After we dance, I want to watch you dance with him, and then we’ll get you ready to write.”

  Her jaw dropped and Travis wondered at the thoughts that must be racing in her head. Travis dimmed the lamps and turned out the lights in the kitchen, bathing the two of them in a muted circle of light as Hank pulled her close. He knew what was next on Hank’s list, so he went around the house, which had an open floor plan except for the bedroom and bathrooms down the hall, closing all the drapes, blinds, and curtains. Veronica would need privacy if she was going to be up late.

  Travis turned up the volume on the music and took a seat on the couch to watch them. She looked up at Hank, her eyes filled with questions. Hank lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her as he swayed gently with her to Jason Aldean’s “Talk.”

  Travis smiled as her eyelids slid closed and her auburn hair drifted in a silky wave over Hank’s arm around her back as she tilted her head and deepened the kiss. Travis could almost feel the silky skin at the back of her neck as Hank stroked it and then ran his fingers in a lingering caress down her spine. His cock hardened as he imagined his turn with her in his arms.

  When Hank released her lips, she looked up at him, and whispered, sounding breathless. Hank looked at her tenderly and caressed her cheek, then shook his head negatively. Her gaze shifted to Travis as Hank turned her so she could see him. Her eyes were glazed with passion and her lips were full and rosy from her kiss, just waiting for his lips, too.

  “Look at you, Nika,” Hank murmured. “You’re dancing.”

  A soft smile drifted across her lips as she looked between the two of them as the song receded. “I didn’t step on your toes or knock you down or anything.”

  “Nope. Travis looks like he wants a turn, too.”

  Travis rose from the couch and went to her as Hank released her. “Must Be Doin’ Somethin’ Right” by Billy Currington began to play on the radio. The sexy smile on her face and the soft sigh that escaped her lips as she went to him more than willingly said it all.

  “You’re a Billy Currington fan?”

  She nodded. “I love his voice but if you put on any country-and-western male vocalist I’m a happy girl.”

  He loved the way she drew out the word “girl” as she melted against him and let him lead her in a simple swaying rhythm, turning a slow circle on the wooden floor. The sexy red heels she wore brought her up to the perfect level for a kiss and he took full advantage as she looked up at him when he stroked her chin. “Can I have a kiss, Nika?”

  Her answer was the willing tilt of her chin and the subtle parting of her lips as she looked up at him. She trembled in his arms as his lips touched hers, rubbed against them, reveling in the satiny warmth before delving his tongue into the heat of her sweet mouth. He’d wanted very much to kiss her succulent lips when she’d been a teenager, and the woman she’d become surpassed all his fantasies about her in the intervening years.

  Her hand slid up his back to his shoulder, as his hand slid down, caressing her in a long line from her shoulder blade down to the upper curve of her hip and her ass cheek. She was warm and silky all over and her eyes were glazed with passion that he craved to sample. He didn’t know how he’d ever be able to walk away tonight, but he would. They both would. But first they’d take her higher than she’d likely ever gone before.

  The song ended much too soon, with most of it spent kissing her. When he allowed her a chance to catch her breath, she whispered, “I wanted you so much back then.”

  “Nika. You torture me.”

  “I don’t mean to. I feel like I’m living a fantasy tonight.”

  “I promise you, sweet, we’ve barely gotten started. We won’t push you much tonight. We know you have work to do.”

  She bit her lip and looked like work was the last thing on her mind. “I’m afraid.”

  “Of what, Nika?”

  “What this might do to my heart.”

  Travis’s heart thumped in his chest at the fear and lingering hurt in her eyes. Was she already bracing for disappointment? “It would break my heart to know I hurt you, Nika. Don’t be scared.”

  Her eyes fluttered closed and she laid her head against his shoulder as he guided her around the floor.

  Unsaid between them was the admission that none of them could know what the future held.

  * * * *

  “Open your eyes, Nika.”

  Veronica looked around, realizing they were on the other side of the living room, near the writing desk, which was really a larger-sized dining room table, with all her papers, folders, and computers spread out on it.

  “Ready, Nika?” Hank asked softly from behind her as the song changed again.

  “Yes.”

  Rivulets of pleasure and tension warred inside her as he settled his hands on her shoulders while Travis still held her. She couldn’t help the sigh that slipped from her lips. Chris Young sang “She’s Got This Thing About Her” and the experience was the closest thing to true ecstasy she’d ever known with clothing still on. She had a feeling that what they had planned would easily eclipse any experience she’d ever had without clothes on as well.

  Gathering her hair in his hands, Hank lifted the thick
bundle over her shoulder and said, “Tonight is about light, pleasurable play. You won’t even need a safeword. We simply want to explore with you.”

  He slowly lowered the zipper at the back of her dress, sending gooseflesh dancing across her skin as his knuckles slid along her bare flesh. He gave a soft groan when he reached the red lace teddy and red satin bra she wore beneath the dress.

  Grace had taken her shopping for lingerie to wear beneath the dress and she’d fallen instantly in love with Discretion and the incredible array of naughtiness they sold there.

  “Damn, that’s sexy, Nika,” Hank whispered as he finally reached the end of the zipper and found the thong-back of the teddy. She looked up at him to gauge the truth of his reaction and he smiled at her, understanding in his eyes before he turned her in his arms so she now faced him and had her back to Travis.

  “Holy hell, Nika,” Travis said in his deep, husky voice. “You’re luscious.”

  She shuddered as his hands slid up her back and peeled the clingy dress from her shoulders before laying a kiss on her shoulder blade, raising more ticklish sensations and gooseflesh on her skin.

  Hank lowered his lips to hers as the neckline of the dress descended to her waist and Travis slipped her arms from the three-quarter sleeves. She trembled and gasped as his warm fingertips slid the fabric down to her hips, a soft growl leaving his lips as it fell to the floor in a rush, leaving her bared to their view. Her insides tightened as she hoped for kindness from them about her dimples and her full thighs. Standing in the high heels and teddy, she felt incredibly vulnerable. Travis stopped her hands from creeping up to cover herself.

  “Stop, Nika,” Hank whispered, his fingertips on her chin, drawing her eyes. “You’re beautiful. Perfection.” His words were softly spoken but somehow also forceful—no—insistent. He wanted her to believe him. Was the doubt in her eyes that obvious? It must have been.

  Travis’s hand strayed over her right ass cheek and she jumped as he patted it gently, making it jiggle. She looked over her shoulder at him, suddenly worried as she found him watching her ass as he patted again. He smiled as he did it again and then glanced up at her. Lust, not ridicule, was in his eyes. She bit her lip and smiled at him, wishing she could quell her uncertainty long enough to tease him a little.

  What would it be like if she did as one of her heroines would do? She’d tried that with Brent, though, and he hadn’t appreciated it. He’d grown furious when she’d suggested they role-play one of her love scenes in the latest book, assuming she had been fantasizing about being with another man. He was such a fool. She’d been doing that for two years to help herself get off because he was so selfish in bed.

  Wham!

  “Oh!” she squealed in surprise.

  “You’re with us now, Nika,” Travis murmured, as he went back to patting and tapping at her derriere a little more rapidly, almost drumming. “Damn, you have a gorgeous ass,” he said, raising his voice to show appreciation. Her butt grew warm and she looked up at Hank, unsure where this would lead.

  Hank smiled at her like he had a plan and they didn’t leave her guessing long. Hank unhooked her bra and the back closure of the teddy and slid them both down her arms, exposing her generous breasts to his gaze. He squatted down to help her step out of the teddy, leaving her standing there in nothing but the red satin high heels. He kept his eyes on hers as he slid his hands back up the outsides of her legs. He must’ve been able to feel the way she trembled and her pussy swelled and ached from all of their attention. The knowing smile on his face told her he knew the effect he was having on her.

  He laid the lingerie over her work surface and looked up at her from his squatting position and then leaned forward to nuzzle the undersides of her breasts. His silvery beard stubble brushed against her skin and she felt the rasp as though it was over her whole body, sending a heat wave in its wake.

  Her pussy ached with need and a moan finally drifted from her lips. “Please.” She didn’t know what she was begging for and it didn’t matter. Whatever they wanted to do to her, she wanted to take.

  Hank gently slid her eyeglasses off, folded them, and put them near her keyboard. “Can you see me without them?”

  “Yes. You’re just a little blurry. I need them mostly for reading.”

  “I don’t want to risk damaging them.”

  Travis gathered her hands in one of his and placed them on the center of the table, and bent her partially over the surface, until her ass was tilted up for them.

  She worried about how big it must look but felt better, thinking her dimples were less noticeable when she was bent over like this.

  Wham!

  “Ow! Damn it!” she squealed and then stuffed one hand in her mouth. Subs did not talk like that to their Doms.

  “Hands on the table, Nika,” Travis muttered, removing the hand held to her mouth and placing it with the other in the center of the table. “You’re with us and you don’t need to worry.”

  Hank stroked a hand down her back, pressed her to the table, and said, “No, you don’t. This ass is lovely.” Then he laid his opened palm against her other cheek and squeezed and rubbed the rapidly warming flesh.

  She looked back and they didn’t object to her watching them as they gave her a light spanking, drumming her derriere until her body vibrated with the impact and the pleasure derived from it. She’d never trusted anyone enough to do this, but they were quickly making her hungry for more.

  Both of their handsome faces were intent on what they were doing, their eyes glowing with pleasure and lust that equaled the need growing inside her. The approval in their eyes made her…proud. Maybe they meant it when they said they liked her ass. Maybe she was hallucinating. Either way, she faced the table and rested her forehead on her hands, smiling in secret as she tilted her ass up to them, drawing a chuckle from them both.

  Hank spoke in a voice completely devoid of teasing. “Nika likes her spanking.” His observation, minus the teasing, wrung a nod of agreement from her.

  Travis flabbergasted her when he said, “I can’t even tell you how happy that makes me.”

  “Me, too.” Hank whispered in a silky voice as he held his hand to her butt cheek, sealing in the intense, almost stinging heat, and then slid his fingertips into the cleft of her ass, eliciting a sharp inhalation from her. “Spread your feet, in those sexy-as-fuck high heels, about a foot apart.”

  She complied immediately, moaning and arching as the movement parted her pussy lips, inviting him to touch her. With each second that passed she burned for their touch even more and her arousal shot through the roof.

  Ladies don’t act this way. That was exactly what her mother would say.

  I guess I’m not your kind of lady, Mom. And what a lovely thought that was.

  The fingertips straying ever closer to her wet cunt suddenly disappeared and another sound, stinging slap landed on her ass, undoubtedly delivered by Hank. “Your attention span is a little short, Nika. We’ll have to work on that.”

  She replied eagerly. “Yes, Hank.”

  Surprised laughter drew her gaze from over her shoulder. His smile was warm and he nodded. “That’s right, Nika.”

  Thinking she must’ve been dreaming, she laid her forehead back on her hands and concentrated on breathing and the sensation of their hands roaming over her body. She stayed in position but arched into their touch, biting her lip as she imagined the scene—imagined them sliding their cocks into her and fucking her until she begged to come. Her cunt clenched when her vivid imagination added ropes and a blindfold to the scenario.

  Another hand delved down over the sensitive flesh where the top of her thigh met her derriere and then slid inward toward her pussy, and twin growls vibrated over her as both men slid questing fingertips through her aching flesh. She rocked against them and wailed, “Please! Oh, please!” She needed a cock desperately. Needed to come.

  Without further conversation, the spanking portion of her evening ended and the intense pleasuring
part began. Warm lips pressed to both ass cheeks as each man squatted down and wrapped an arm around each of her thighs, anchoring her. They stroked her trembling leg muscles with one hand while simultaneously playing with her pussy, stroking her clit, and plunging a couple of fingers in and out of her opening, taking her higher and higher until she thought she would take flight or burst into flames.

  Hank lightly brushed his beard stubble against her tingling ass when he murmured, “Let go, Nika.” The tension broke like an overtightened spring and her orgasm rushed through her with such force, her head hit the table. A stack of papers drifted off and scattered to the floor.

  She knew their hands must have been drenched with her juices as they wrung another, hotter, nearly painful orgasm from her. She bucked back against them, careful to not jostle the expensive monitor by her head or the keyboard on the other side. As the orgasm finally subsided, she went limp on the desk with her head resting on a guide to different horse breeds, her sweaty cheek sticking to the cover as she shifted to look over her shoulder.

  She gripped the edges of the table and lifted her head and Travis smiled warmly at her as he rose. His face was flushed and he looked in such dire need for release. The only thing stopping her from going to her knees was Hank, who still held on to her, stroking her pussy.

  Travis chuckled and gently peeled off the yellow sticky note that was clinging to her hair and laid it back on the table. He caressed her back as she finally pushed herself into an upright position.

  Her body pulsed as she caught her breath while the soft music played in the background. Hank rose to his feet and then the two of them closed in with her in the middle, cocooning her in their warmth and strength.

  Letting out a replete sigh, Veronica said, “That was beautiful.”

  Both men agreed, pressing gentle kisses to her throat and shoulders. Her brain began its reboot and Hank asked her where she normally sat to work. After she showed him, he excused himself and went to the bathroom. She frowned, thinking that they must both be in tremendous pain, but he returned seconds later with a soft bath sheet, which he was folding into a pad. He placed it over the seat of the desk chair in front of the giant monitor while Travis stirred the fire in the fireplace and added a couple more logs to it.