by Ann Jacobs
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Damn it, Jared hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that Diana was unhappy, but she wasn’t willing to talk about what was bothering her. She hadn’t talked about much of anything for that matter. That wasn’t like his sister. Neither was the way she’d refused to meet his gaze, or her failure to joke about her recently shaved head or the deep welts that no one could miss noticing on her arms and legs.
When he and Ninia stepped through the swinging doors of Roped and Lassoed, Brad’s dungeon on the highway outside Laramie, Jared was still fuming. Normally he’d have stopped downstairs where cowboys often dropped in for a beer and burgers after work, and exchanged pleasantries with guys he’d grown up with. Not tonight, though. Barely acknowledging the chorus of friendly greetings, he herded Ninia past the dungeon master and up the stairs to the second floor.
“Go on in there and get changed for our scene,” he told her gruffly, gesturing toward the women’s dressing room.
She put a hand on his arm, a strangely soothing gesture he couldn’t shake off. Then she pressed her lips against his throat. “Please, Master. When Diana’s ready to ask for help, she’ll know she can count on her brother.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because there’s no one on Earth that I trust more with my safety and well-being.” When she reached up and stroked his cheek he caught her hand and brought it to his lips. She was so damn good for him, so much better than he deserved.
“Wait, sweetheart, I want you to meet Brad.” No matter how steamed he was over the abuse he was certain Diana was enduring from his brother-in-law, he’d promised Ninia they’d take part in this foursome. Where had his manners gone, shunting off the woman he loved because he felt uncomfortable about it? “Then I want you to go change into that cowgirl outfit that sends my libido through the roof. I’ve been thinking about ogling you in those short shorts and boots all afternoon.”
Standing back to let her precede him through Brad’s open office door, Jared took a couple of deep breaths to keep his anger in abeyance. “Ninia, this is my brother. Brad, meet Ninia. Notice the collar before you get any ideas,” he said, trying to sound jovial.
“Hey, Ninia. Jared tells me you’re into rope bondage. Welcome to Roped and Lassoed. My baby brother has had me arrange one hell of a scene for you tonight.” When Brad kissed her hand and shot her the sort of grin Jared had seen make the most reluctant subs melt, Jared had to restrain himself from stepping between them.
“Yes, he told me. He also told me I need to go change, so I’ll say goodbye for now. I’m glad to meet my master’s brother.” As if she knew seeing her interacting with other men—even his brother—made Jared feel uneasy, she went up on tiptoe and laid a quick kiss on his lips before lowering her gaze and backing out of the room.
“Women’s dressing room’s the third door at the end of the hall,” Brad called out. Then he turned to Jared. “What’s wrong?”
“Our sister is what’s wrong. Son-of-a-bitch Gareth is abusing her.” Jared clenched his fists so hard the nails bit into his palms. “She’s too fucking stubborn to admit it.”
Brad rubbed the bridge of his nose as though hearing that information suddenly gave him a headache. “You know she’s always liked to be treated rough.”
Nobody likes it that rough, Jared thought. “Yeah? Ninia likes to feel the sting of the cat. And she gave me a flogger to use on her. But I whip her for her pleasure, not to hurt her. The asshole Diana married has beaten her half to death if the marks on her are any indication.” It had been all Jared could do not to scoop up his sister and drag her away from her husband when he noticed the deep marks on her arms and legs.
“Bastard broke her arm last year when you’d first gotten to Walter Reed,” Brad said, his fists clenched at his sides.”I sent the sheriff out to drag him off to jail, but she insisted it was an accident, part of one of their scenes.”
“We’ve got to get her away from him whether she wants us to or not. Do you do it, or shall I?”
Brad shrugged. “I’ve tried. Nothing will stick as long as Diana’s there, insisting that the son of a bitch has never done anything to hurt her.”
“Are you saying the only way we can help her is have her committed for some treatment?” The idea of forcibly putting away the woman who’d always been there for him and Brad stuck in Jared’s gut. “I’d hate doing it, after all she did for us when we were kids.”
“If we don’t do something, the sadistic bastard’s likely to kill her one of these days.” Brad met Jared’s gaze, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Maybe if we go together and try to talk some sense into her…”
Yeah, that might work. Meanwhile Jared had his own slave, and he’d promised her an evening of unlimited pleasure. “By now Ninia will be wondering where I’ve gone. Feel free to observe, if you’d like. She’s a closet exhibitionist.” A picture came to Jared’s mind of Ninia standing on her balcony in Cheyenne, pleasuring herself to arouse him before they’d connected with each other the following night. His anger faded, replaced by lust that had his heart pumping, his balls drawing up with anticipation, his cock hardening painfully against his zipper.
Chapter Seven
When Ninia stepped into the observation chamber wearing her cowgirl outfit and Jared’s collar, her hair secured in a knot atop her head as Jared had ordered, there he was, waiting. He wore the same chaps and boots he’d had on that first time at Boundless Pleasure, only without the jeans. Already wet with anticipation, she looked at him and his hard cock curving almost to his navel, and every nerve in her body started tingling with arousal. “Do you trust me?” he asked, that rough, deep voice as much an aphrodisiac as seeing him, remembering what he’d told her he’d be doing to her tonight.
“Yes, Master, I trust you,” she said, her gaze meeting his before she went to her knees before him, her eyes downcast as a good slave’s must always be. “May I service you now?”
He grasped his cock, held it to her lips. “Kiss me.”
He tasted a little salty, a little sweet, that delicious drop of lubrication nestled in the tight slit of his cock head. She’d have taken him fully inside of her mouth but he pulled away.
His motion a little clumsy, as though her intimate kiss had cost him some self-control, he bent, drew her to her feet and fastened a padded blindfold over her eyes. “They say that if you can’t see, you feel more. And if you can’t speak, you respond more fully to your master’s touch. His orders. Open your mouth.”
When she did he kissed her hard before inserting inserting a leather-wrapped ring gag and securing it in her open mouth. Its straps pushed against the back of her head, reminding her of the erogenous zones she’d discovered there long ago and making her long for Jared to make her experience that pleasure again.
“I’m taking your clothes off now. So you can service me and my friends,” he whispered, once more thrusting his tongue into the center of the gag as he slid off her skimpy garments, his big hands ever so gentle on her body. “God but you’re beautiful naked.” He hooked his forefingers through her nipple rings and twisted them. “It’s time for me to attach the chain. It pleases me that you’ve healed so well. Hold still.”
She’d never been blindfolded before, but he was right. Not being able to see or speak enhanced the sensations when he tugged on her nipple rings, as the weight of a chain pulled gently on them. When she felt a small object centered on the chain bouncing against her ribcage, she couldn’t help wondering what it was.
When she squirmed, that unordered motion earned her a hard jerk on the chain that sent rivulets of pleasure-pain radiating through her breasts.
“No coming until I say so. What I’m doing now is putting you in a sling. Don’t worry, it’s sturdy enough to hold a slave three times your size.” The sling smelled of oiled leather and felt soft as he worked her arms into sleeves. “Be still now while I thread the front of it through your nipple chain.”
He talked her through each step, h
is gravelly whisper as arousing as the feel of the sling pressing her flesh at the shoulders, waist, arms and thighs, reminding her of her helplessness, showing her she was completely subject to his will. His hot breath against her throat sent a shiver of desire along her nerves, and when he laid an open-mouthed kiss just below the collar he’d given her, it was all she could do to follow his orders…to let the sexual tension build inside her until he granted her permission for release.
She heard a door open, felt a cool breeze. “My friends will hoist you up. They’re eager to taste you too.” Jared spoke into her open mouth then bathed it with his tongue. “Very soon you’ll take all three of our cocks. I know you’ll like that, my precious slave. You’ll like Eli’s fat pierced one, it’s just the right size for your mouth. John’s is long, not too thick. Perfect to fill your tight little ass. They’ll both wear condoms because I want you protected.” He paused a minute, and she felt his hot breath against her lips. “Your cunt is mine, only mine.” He moved away, and she felt herself being lifted, turned, hoisted into the air.
Her ass was slightly higher than her head, and her forehead rested on the padded device that kept her head held back. Her arms were confined close to her sides while her legs were swung wide apart, her cunt and ass open for the invasion. She tensed, waiting, felt nothing for a moment then the sensation of being stroked on her cheek by a feather…on her back and ass cheeks with the talons of a light flogger…on her inner thighs with somebody’s hands. Not Jared’s callused ones but softer hands with slender, long fingers that brushed her clit and cunt lips with every practiced, arousing movement.
The flogger stilled. So did the feather and the hands that had been teasing her pussy. One hissing stroke, then two, then three had her wanting to cry out with the pleasure-pain of the cat o’nine’s metal tipped strands. Jared. No one could wield the cat the way he did, making each strike feel almost like a caress. When he stopped she wished she could beg for more.
Then a huge cock—Jared’s she was sure—slid between the edges of the ring gag and filled her mouth. When she swallowed, he filled her throat. Then she felt another cock, Eli’s, she guessed, because it was pierced. The smooth surface of a metal ring brushed against the skin of one cheek. It felt warm, smooth as it rubbed along one corner of her mouth. The third man—John, she recalled—joined the others, using his rigid cock head to stroke her other cheek. Its warm, damp head pressed against her stretched lips…against Jared’s hot flesh that moved ever so slowly in and out of her mouth. Jared’s flesh stretched her throat painfully, yet she wanted to serve him, yearned to take them all because her master had commanded it.
And because every cell in her body ached for the triple invasion, the punishment from the cat and flogger that would make wanting this okay. For the mind-shattering release that would be her prize for serving her master and his friends.
The heat of the three masters, the heady mix of their male aromas filled her senses, made her wish she could talk and beg them to take her, to leave no hole unbreached.
“Soon now, sweetheart.” As if he felt her need, he knotted his fist in her ponytail, held her head steady while he moved deeper down her throat with the blunt head of his cock. “That’s it, relax.” She swallowed reflexively, breathing through her nose that now pressed firmly against the base of her master’s cock. Hands explored her back, soothing the little stings that would be a little bit red and angry by now, carefully laid marks made moments ago by her loving Master. Other hands played with her exposed nipples, flicking them, tugging at her master’s rings.
When the three stopped, she felt lost, but only for a moment as the sound of condom wrappers being torn open filled the silent room. The pierced cock, now encased in a condom, moved into her mouth. The man who’d been stroking her other cheek moved to the end of the sling, resumed stroking her thighs, then moved in close and smeared something cold and slick around her rear entrance. When he breached her anal sphincter with a heavily lubricated finger, he spoke, his voice smoother but not as deep as Jared’s. “Relax and enjoy this. I’m gonna fuck your ass. Your master says you like it. Oh yeah, baby, you’re tight.”
Warmth emanated from beneath her. Jared. His heat as he stretched out on the adjustable table beneath the sling made her want to angle her body down, find his hot cock and impale herself on it. She was panting for more. For the depth of sexual fulfillment only he could bring her. He grasped her waist, held her steady, positioning his cock just within her outer lips as that other cock pressed lightly against her rear hole.
“Now,” he growled as he found her pussy and thrust home. Eli framed her cheeks in his hands and moved in and out of her mouth while John slowly reamed her ass and her master claimed her pussy. And her heart. They both belonged to him.
The others were mere adjuncts, tools Jared had brought to force her ultimate arousal. To fulfill the need he sensed in her to be punished for her desires so she could finally soar free. Three men fucking her, yet only one commanding her pleasure. Pressure built inside her. Every small welt stung deliciously. Eli’s pierced cock tickled her throat. Chad’s stretched her rear, his rhythm in tandem with her master’s as he slid balls deep in her swollen cunt then withdrew, only to claim her again. Faster. Harder.
Her flesh burned when she sensed hot eyes burning into her, witnessing her ultimate surrender, watching her service her master and his two friends. Seeing the sheen of sweat on her body and theirs, knowing how much she needed to come, how hard she was struggling not to.
“Soon, my darling,” Jared growled from beneath her as he reached up and laid an open-palmed slap smartly against one ass cheek. “I feel John fucking your ass. And your naughty pussy is starting to spasm around my cock.”
Please, Master, let me come.
Sensations bombarded her, made her tremble in her captivity. Her passion-overloaded brain registered it wasn’t the others she begged for release even though they too were contributing to this arousal that was becoming too painful for her to bear. She held on, silently begging Jared. Only her beloved master.
“You may come. Now.” His command was little more than a series of grunts as his cock began to twitch inside her, as each of the Doms plunged deep. As hot spurts of Jared’s semen bathed her womb, concentrating the feelings there. Around him. Only him. He was all she needed—all she wanted. Chad and Eli might as well be animated sex toys.
It was Earl, not me, who’d thrived on the group scenes I thought I’d been missing.
But Jared was her master now. Ninia barely managed to wait until he’d freed her and removed the blindfold and gag to say the words she somehow knew he’d been waiting to hear. “I love you, Master. Only you. I don’t need what we just had to find fulfillment.”
The look on his face was priceless. One she’d remember the rest of her life. When he held up the chain he’d put between her nipple rings, she saw the weight—a large, perfect diamond set in gleaming gold.
“Marry me,” he said, a huge grin on his face. “If I have anything to say about it, you’ll never want for anything again. In bed or elsewhere.”
Chapter Eight
“I never knew you to be so possessive,” Brad commented five months later as he and Jared changed from the costumes they’d worn for a group scene at Roped and Lassoed. “I don’t blame you, though. Your wife’s one mighty hot chick to have a gimp for a master.”
Jared popped off his prosthesis and wiped out the socket. “Gimp, hell. Gotta change the suspension sleeve. I always sweat when Ninia and I demonstrate the art of karada. Tell you the truth, I’m scared shitless every time we do it that I’ll get something wrong and hurt her.”
It struck Jared that before Ninia, he’d have been ready to fight if anybody had said anything to him about his injuries, except for when the comments had sent him into a blue funk of self-pity. Now, though, he could not only laugh at good friends’ ribbing, but also laugh off more thoughtless comments made by strangers—and actually mean it. “Seriously, it feels good to be h
ome.”
“Never thought I’d hear you say that, little brother. Of everybody we went to school with, you were the one who couldn’t wait to get out and conquer the world.”
Brad was right. Jared had yearned for excitement, exotic places and the adrenaline rush that came from risking his neck for a cause. Until Ninia. “These days I consider myself lucky to be able to conquer my wife.”
He loved her and loved living on the ranch. Together he and Ninia had expanded the log cabin into a comfortable home and planned the dude ranch operation they’d be opening in the spring. Meanwhile, winter in Wyoming offered plenty of opportunities to cuddle before a fire…
“Conquer, hell. Don’t tell me it was your idea to do what you wanted to kill Gareth Bender for doing to our sister.”
“No, it was hers. Her late husband shared that fetish with her, made it hers. How could I refuse to fulfill her fantasy that I’d do it to her again?”
“How does it feel to you? I assume she gets off big-time when you caress her bare head.”
“It feels surprisingly good now that I’m getting used to it. I may let her keep it like that a while. She gets off when I shave her, and I can always make her wear her wig whenever I feel like it.” He’d pulled the wig off during their scene and felt her get hotter when she realized that the observers were seeing her, watching him caress her scalp while she serviced him orally. “I thought about pulling out and coming on her head, but I figured that would be too much.”