Taking Her Cowboy Doms [Pleasure, Texas 6] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  Was her ass too big? Did he see the cellulite on her legs? She’d never worried much about how she looked before, but now it was too important.

  “Slide your panties down.”

  Did he want it from the back? She drew in a steadying breath, then hooked her thumb between the flimsy material and skin, and pushed her panties over the curve of her hips, dropping her panties to the floor.

  “Bend over. Put your hands on your knees.”

  She did, knowing, hoping she knew what would come next.

  And it did.

  Mike flattened his palm against her butt cheek. The hit wasn’t too hard, but it had enough power behind it to rock her on her feet.

  “You forgot to say sir when you answered, sub.”

  “I did? Sir?” The thrill of being called sub for the first time sang through her.

  “Yeah.” He slid his hand over her butt, going from one cheek to the other. “Don’t forget it again.”

  “I won’t, sir.”

  “Do you like getting spanked?” Alex came closer, standing on the other side of her.

  “Yes, sir. Although I’ve never gotten spanked before.”

  “Fuck, yeah, man. She’s a spanking virgin.”

  “I’m willing to bet she’s a virgin at a lot of things.” Mike dipped his finger between her cheeks. “Isn’t that right, darlin’?”

  She pushed out her bottom, hoping to entice him to push his finger into her ass hole. “I think so, sir. I’d love to find out.”

  “You will, baby. You will.” Alex reached up and undid the clasp of her bra. “Time to get naked.”

  Another slap struck her. This time she was more aware of the sting singing its way into her skin. At first, it hurt, but the pain channeled its way toward her pussy. She’d been hot before, but with the added enticement, her pussy tightened then relaxed, letting moisture fill her.

  Alex’s hand found its way around her leg to cup her mons. She gasped and peered up at him through the hair falling in front of her eyes.

  “Yeah, she’s wet, man. And I’ll bet she’s sweet-tasting, too.”

  Mike spanked her again, then again. “That’s it, sub. Your pretty little ass is getting nice and pink. I’ll bet her pussy’s just as pink.”

  “I say it’s time to find out.” Alex took her arm and had her stand straight again. “I don’t know about you, cousin, but I had a ton of fantasies of getting it on in a bunk bed.”

  “You would.” Mike chuckled, then bent to nibble on her neck. “Like what?”

  “Like lying there asleep and having a hot girl blow me.”

  She could almost taste his musky flavor. But could she ask to give him head? Or would a good sub have to wait for permission to be given?

  “Have at it, Alex. I’m sure our sub would be happy to make your fantasy come true.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that.” Alex eased by her, undoing his jeans before he tugged them down over his round, firm bottom. Plopping on top of the lower bunk, he hooked his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

  Jilly giggled at his fake snoring. “Please, sir, should I give him his fantasy?”

  “You bet, darlin’. Have at it. But remember the colors.”

  “Yes, sir.” She crawled onto the bed, getting between his legs. He groaned, then started fake snoring again.

  Mike drew up a chair and waved her to it. “Go on. I’ll watch for a minute or two.”

  Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she lowered her head and took Alex’s cock in her mouth. He startled, again forgetting to snore, then moaned. Thrusting his hips upward, he helped her as she dragged his cock in, then out again.

  “Shit, but that looks great.” Mike’s voice was clogged with need.

  “It feels even better,” mumbled Alex.

  She didn’t usually like giving a man a blow job, but Alex tasted different, better. His cock was long, thick, and made a sinfully smooth curve at the end. Her pussy wept as she imagined his curve sliding to her G-spot.

  He pushed his legs together, squeezing her breasts between them. She wrapped her arm around one of his legs, sliding it underneath him to grasp his butt. He groaned again and lifted his head to watch her.

  “Sub, listen up.”

  She turned Alex’s cock loose, much to his displeasure and looked at Mike. “Yes, sir?”

  “Follow my instructions.”

  Only then did she realize that Mike had his jeans undone and his cock out. He pumped it, slowly, deliberately with his glassy-eyed gaze locked to her.

  “Lick his balls.”

  She didn’t question him. Why should she? Even if she hadn’t been following his orders, she would’ve wanted to lick them. She swept her tongue over each one, then sucked the loose skin into her mouth and flicked her tongue around.

  “Aw, shit, man. She’s killing me.”

  “Want her to stop?”

  “Hell, no.”

  “Then shut up and let me handle this. Crap. You know what I mean.”

  She licked all around his balls, then pushed her face against him and dragged in a slow breath. He smelled so…masculine.

  “Flick your tongue over the tip of it.”

  “Yes, sir.” Was she supposed to answer every time? Fondling his balls in one palm, she gripped his long shaft and, keeping her gaze on Mike, flicked her tongue over the tip. Pre-cum wet her tongue, giving her a tantalizing taste.

  “When I tell you to, suck him in. All of him.”

  She didn’t respond. Instead, she took her tongue around the cap and waited. Mike pumped his cock harder, faster.

  “Now.”

  As fast as she could, she took Alex’s cock inside her mouth, going down until she almost choked.

  “Suck on him good, darlin’. Make him come.”

  “Naw, man. Not so—aw, shit.” She sucked, hollowing her cheeks, then slowly pulled her mouth back along his length. Alex’s abdomen flexed, his six-pack moving as he thrust upward. He took hold of her hair and held on, sending stings of pain into her scalp. Pain that hurt, but hurt in a good way.

  Mike shoved the chair aside and came to her. Still working his shaft, he stood beside her and reached out to spank her again. “That’s it, darlin’. Keep on sucking. Hell, yeah.”

  Alex’s moans grew louder until he had to fist his hand in his mouth. She concentrated, making the best use of her tongue as it flicked around and around his cock. Mike’s pants matched his spanks as he slapped one cheek then the other, then started the cycle again.

  Closing her eyes, she took it all in, savoring the taste of Alex and the sensation of Mike’s palm on her butt. Her nipples were hard, her pussy wet, and she ached to have both their cocks inside her.

  “Stop. Now.”

  Stunned, she stopped, but kept her mouth on Alex.

  Mike stepped back, his cock still in his hand. “Suck me now.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me, man?”

  She hesitated. What would she do? Obey one Dom and not the other? But which one?

  “Now, sub.”

  She obeyed. Mike had started giving the orders, so wasn’t he the Dom in charge? She twisted around, got on her knees, and took his cock inside her mouth.

  “Damn it all, man.”

  Her head rocked back and forth, swaying her hair over her shoulders. Mike swept it out of the way and clutched a handful. “Never mind him. It’s my—”

  He never finished. Instead, his words were muffled in the guttural sound he made.

  She wasn’t ready. At least not for the gush of cum shooting into her mouth. But she did her best to drink it down.

  The bed shifted underneath her as Alex swung his legs off the bed. Sitting beside her, he stroked his cock a couple of times, then groaned out his own release.

  She swallowed as fast as she could, but some of Mike’s cream slid over her chin. Vaguely, she thought about the surprised look on her sister if she happened to walk in. But it was the torment her body was going through that washed all other thoughts away. She
ached for them. Ached to free the climax tightening her body.

  And then it was over. Over without giving her a chance to orgasm.

  Mike pulled away, stumbling back toward the counter and the hand towel. He tossed it to her, then went into the bathroom. Alex fell back on the bed, covering his cock with the towel she’d left hanging by the bed after her morning shower.

  “Damn, but that was good.” He sat up then wiped her mouth with a clean part of the towel. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “But not really, huh? We kind of left you in the lurch, didn’t we?”

  “Yes, sir.” She didn’t want to complain. But would that be the way it always was?

  “Don’t worry, Jilly.” Mike stepped out of the bathroom, tucking his shirt back in. “We won’t always leave you hanging.”

  “We don’t have to this time.” Alex slipped his hand between her legs. “I’ll be happy to help you out, baby.”

  “Leave her alone.” Mike strode toward the door. “She has to learn patience.” His gray-eyed gaze settled on her. “Listen up, sub. I don’t want you taking care of yourself. You come to our ranch tomorrow, and when you do, I want you as horny as you are now. No masturbating. Understood?”

  She gaped at him. How could he leave her like that? And yet, it was somehow even more of a turn-on. “Yes, sir.”

  Alex chuckled, then moved to join his cousin. “Mike’s right. You don’t come unless we tell you to. And no fingering yourself, either. Trust me. If you do, we’ll know.”

  “Yes, sir.” If her body ached for them any more than it already did, it would split apart. But she was determined to learn. Determined to be the sub they’d want as their own.

  “Good. See you tomorrow.”

  She stayed on the side of the bed, naked and quivering, for several minutes after they left. What would tomorrow bring? What would Caleb and Derrick say? Would they let her go? And how would she tell Molly that she’d rather spend her time with the Triston cousins learning how to be a good sub? Molly wouldn’t like it when she wouldn’t be around to help out on the ranch.

  Oh, well. Like she’s always telling me. She’ll just have to get over it.

  Chapter Five

  Jilly felt bad and good at the same time. Leaving Molly on the Houston ranch to take care of the chores was a kind of shitty thing to do, but she couldn’t help it. Mike had told her to come to their ranch the next day and she couldn’t disobey him. Not when she wanted the Triston men to be her new Doms.

  My new Doms.

  Just the words echoing in her head thrilled her.

  “My new Doms.”

  Yep. Saying it out loud was even better.

  She could only hope Molly would forgive her for running out on her. If both of the Houston men started teaching her, then she probably would understand. Besides, Molly had started it. She’d been the first to disappear with Caleb and get a quick sub lesson by the pond. All while she’d been stuck getting attacked by crazy, wild chickens.

  Still, she didn’t feel very good about leaving her sister a note then sneaking out and taking the car. But they’d both get over it.

  By the time she pulled in front of the two-story house with the huge porch, she’d forgotten all about her sister. Three rocking chairs rested underneath a row of colorful flowers hanging from the roof of the porch.

  Three rockers. Almost as though they’d gotten the third rocker for her.

  Or was it for someone else?

  The idea of someone, maybe even a female someone, already having a place with them made her queasy. She’d jumped into the Dom/sub relationship so fast that she hadn’t had time to ask questions.

  Was she their only sub? Were they in the habit of having other women to their house? Were they training others?

  Or, if she was lucky, was the rocker a leftover from their mother? Or maybe a sister? Or, if there was a bad option, an old girlfriend?

  “Are you planning on sitting there all day?”

  She jumped, then smiled at Alex as he came around the rear of her car. How could he be even better-looking than yesterday? Blond hair, hazel eyes, and a body built for pleasure made up the perfect specimen of a man. In fact, he gave the word man a whole different meaning. Using the word for anyone else, other than Mike, was just plain wrong.

  “Nope. Just taking it all in.”

  He opened the door for her, then offered her hand his hand to help her out. Feeling like a lady, she accepted his help and did her best to exit the car gracefully. His gaze fell to her breasts when the shoulder strap of her sundress slid off her shoulder. Which, of course, was exactly why she’d chosen to wear it instead of jeans and a T-shirt.

  “You look amazing.”

  She’d never blushed much in her life, but it seemed the Triston men could make her pink anytime they wanted. “Thanks.”

  “You do. You look great.”

  She swung around to see Mike coming out of the barn. His shirt was rolled up to his elbows and his hat was pushed back on his forehead, exposing his blond hair. His skin was deeply tanned, adding to the strength his body exuded.

  “But you’re not dressed for work.”

  Oh, hell.

  “I’m sorry.” She glanced at Alex then back. “Did you want me to come over to help out? I thought—”

  One look from Mike could turn her inside out. “You thought what, darlin’?”

  “I thought I was supposed to come and get another lesson. Or two.” Or three. Or four. However many they want to give me.

  Alex grabbed her around the waist and tugged her back to his chest. Was that the tent of his jeans pressing against the end of her spine?

  “Don’t listen to him. We’re not savages like the Houston boys. No man in his right mind would have a sexy woman like you working a ranch. Or working with animals.” He nuzzled her neck. “Unless the animals are us.”

  It was early in the morning, but with Alex holding her, it felt like the hottest part of the day. She leaned into him, loving the way his strong forearms pushed against the bottom of her breasts.

  “Although we do need you to take care of the chickens.”

  She froze, her breath hitching in her throat. “Take care of the chickens?” For a moment, a very long, agonizing moment, she waited, terrified of what Mike would say next.

  Mike motioned for her to follow him. She didn’t want to.

  Alex shrugged at her questioning look, then took her hand and walked with her around the side of the barn. A chicken coop, much like the one on the Houston ranch, was filled with chickens. Maybe even more than the Houston’s had. She slammed to a stop, jerking her hand away from Alex’s.

  “Yeah. Derrick told me what a good job you did with their chickens so I figured you could pitch in a little.”

  She shook her head. “Then he lied. I did a horrible job. And I hate chickens.”

  Mike leveled his hard gaze at her. “Sub, I’m not asking. And remember what to call us.”

  She hadn’t realized they were already into a lesson. “But, please, sir, I can’t stand chickens.”

  Alex looked like he was about to take her side, but Mike was standing firm. “Are you saying red?”

  The word was almost out of her mouth when she saw the disappointment in his eyes. The last thing she wanted to do was to make him think less of her. But to brave the chickens again? It wasn’t so much a question of should, but could.

  “I thought being a submissive was more about sex. And not about doing chores.”

  “It’s about doing whatever you need to do to please your Doms. But we won’t ever push you to do anything you don’t want to do whether it’s with chores or with sex. Remember, it’s your decision to be our sub.” Mike’s eyebrows went up. “Or not.”

  What would Molly say? And yet, she didn’t have to ask the question to know. Molly would practically push her into the chicken coop.

  “Think of it as facing your fears.” Alex’s voice was softer than Mike’s. “If you can handle this,
then whatever else we do isn’t going to bother you. Except, of course, in a good way. Besides, don’t you want to please your Doms?”

  He was right. If she could get past her fear of the flying rats, then she could do anything. She closed her eyes, gathered her resolve, then opened them, ready to take on the world of vicious poultry. “Okay. What do you want me to do?”

  “Just gather their eggs with the basket hanging on the fence. Once you’ve done that, meet us in the barn.”

  In the barn? Was she here to do work all day? Yet she should’ve known. The Houston brothers were treating Molly the same way. They’d already given her—to the both of them—a list of chores for the day. And she’d left Molly high and dry to do all of them. It had to be a test, plain and simple. A test she wasn’t about to fail.

  “Wait. Aren’t you going to stay? To watch?” To keep them from pecking my eyes out?

  Mike had already started walking away. He pivoted around and gave her such a confused look that she wished she hadn’t said anything.

  “Do you need us to stay?”

  Yes. “No. I was just wondering.”

  “Okay, then. Alex, let’s get to it.”

  Alex slid his hand along her shoulders, giving her comfort with the small gesture, then followed his cousin through the backdoor of the barn. She tried to return his smile, but the clucking from the chickens rid her of any chance of that happening.

  Now it was just her and the chickens.

  “Okay, you stinky birds, stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours. All I want is your eggs. Got it?”

  Did the clucking get louder? Or was it just her imagination?

  I have to do this.

  She glanced back at the barn door. If she was going to make it inside the barn and to her men, she had to get the eggs.

  After retrieving the basket from the fence, she eased the gate’s latch up, then put her first step inside the pen surrounding the chicken coop. At once the chickens started running around, putting up an even louder ruckus than before. Gripping the basket’s handle, she stared straight ahead at the coop and stayed as still as possible.

  Don’t peck me. Don’t peck me.

  Somehow she managed to suppress a shriek when one of the birds brushed against her legs. It took everything she had not to run through the gate and leave it wide open. But she remembered Caleb’s face when he’d realized what she’d done and she’d seen a couple of their chickens wandering around where she knew they didn’t belong. No way would she make the same mistake twice.