by Reece Butler
Jane sparkled when she was happy and when she was horny, like now, she sizzled as if she had lightning in her veins.
What had he ever done to deserve a woman like this? More importantly, how could they convince her to stay?
“Mmm, I like those kisses,” she murmured. “You taste so good.”
“You’ll be tasting my cock when we roll you over, Duchess,” he replied.
“Why not now?” she complained.
He nipped her pouting lower lip. “I’m not having you bite down in surprise when Trav puts the final inch of that beast in your ass.”
“Chicken,” she teased. “Puuuck, puck, puck.”
“You’re going to pay for that, wench,” he threatened. She stuck her tongue out at him.
“Ooh, that tongue has places to go tonight.”
“It’s in. Time to flip her over,” said Travis.
Jane cooperated until her restraints were reattached. Then she strained against them, curving her body in a way that made him even harder. He touched himself to make sure he hadn’t turned to steel. No, he was still flesh and blood, but most of that blood came from his brain. Otherwise he would have realized Jane’s breasts, pussy, and face were all waiting for him.
Her pre-orgasmic flush turned her skin rosy from thigh to forehead. Her raspberry nipples begged for his tongue. Her swollen pussy lips shone like a beacon. Travis moved out of the way as Riley crawled up the bed. He kissed her toes, then her calves and knees. He took some time with her thighs, nipping and kissing his way to the dripping curls. His cock throbbed with need, but he wasn’t going to come again until he sank into her perfect little behind. She gasped when his tongue finally slipped into that swollen cleft.
“You taste so good, I could lick and suck you for days.”
He didn’t expect an answer since she had Travis’s cock deep in her mouth. His little brother fisted his hands as Jane worked him. Riley used his own fingers and tongue to make her pant for more. Since her legs were spread, he easily reached between and caught the lip of the butt plug. She shuddered, so he did it again, this time sucking hard on her clit.
She grunted and gushed pussy nectar into his mouth as Travis yelped.
“Dang it, Rye! Next time you make Jane come, make sure my cock’s not between her teeth!”
* * * *
Having had one orgasm courtesy of Riley’s mouth, Jane wanted one provided by Travis’s cock. She rode him, sliding her pussy along his delicious hard length. She dropped to grind her clit against his pubic bone.
“Take your time, Jane. You seem to be enjoying yourself.”
She opened her eyes at Travis’s semi-sarcastic tone. He had his arms crossed behind his head as if pretending to be bored. But there was a tic by his eye, his nostrils flared and, when she gave an internal squeeze, his eyes rolled up as he groaned.
A wave of power flowed over her, one almost as captivating as the pleasure they shared. How could she describe the shivers and shudders that made her tingle with awareness? And why bother thinking when she had two men eager to give her a constant stream of them?
“Sounds like you’re ready for me.”
A cold hand descended on her left breast from behind. She hissed when Riley tugged at the large plug she still wore. It was the reason she hadn’t already sunk onto Travis’s cock and rode him hard.
Riley’s fingers trailed around to her back and pressed. Travis, eager to help, pulled her down until her breasts rested on his chest.
“You ready, Jane?” asked Riley. “When this comes out,” he tugged again, arousing inflamed tissue, “I go in.”
She looked at Travis. He winked. “You don’t have to do this, Jane.”
“Whoa,” complained Riley. “Says the man with a sweet pussy rubbing his cock. What about the guy at this end?” Chuckling, he gently patted her right cheek.
She’d taken both men in her mouth and her pussy, and enjoyed it far more that she’d thought possible. She trusted them to care for her. Their fingers had felt so good sliding in and out. The butt plug had made her feel…the only word she could think of was “full.” When she moved, it rubbed through her tissues and inside her pussy.
“I want to,” she replied. “I know you’ll be careful. I think this will make me feel, I guess the word is complete.”
Travis nodded. Riley twisted the plug as a warning, and she bore down to help him remove it. He added lube. A moment later, he set his cock in its place. She groaned as he slid past her outer ring. He stopped.
“Jane?” His voice sounded high.
“No pain,” she replied. “It’s good.”
There was some pain, but it seemed to jump to her clit and set it on fire. Her pussy throbbed as Riley slowly pressed into her. The sense of fullness was good, but it was nothing to what she felt when he began pulling out again. It was the friction she wanted more than swollen tissues.
When Riley pulled out, Travis surged in. She set her palms on Travis’s chest. He held her hips still as they took turns surfing into her. She felt suspended between their cocks, taking the best of both worlds. She just let it happen, enjoying the feel of them slide within her, hearing their moans and gasps. Blood surging through her veins sounded like a teakettle’s hiss.
“I’m gonna come,” warned Riley. Travis held her still, pulling out until he barely pulsed inside her. Riley filled her, making her shudder as he stroked her senses. He bellowed, choking and gasping as he thrust his groin against her bottom while impaling her. Three strokes, and he triggered her own orgasm. She shuddered, arms shaking.
When it was over, she slumped onto Travis’s chest, her own heaving as she sucked in air. He growled something and rolled. She squealed, and then he was above her, grimacing as he aimed his cock inside her. He held himself up with one hand, touching her clit with the other. One wiggle and she was gone again, her pussy clenching. Travis grabbed her shoulders and covered her, filling her with his cock. His wild thrusts prolonged her orgasm, keeping her flying for what seemed like hours.
Finally he rolled away. She lay there only a few seconds before Riley tugged her over his chest. He curled his arms around her as she gasped for air.
“Thank you,” he whispered Riley as he brushed hair off her face. “That was the most incredible…” He nipped her earlobe. “Sleep, Duchess.”
Chapter 27
Travis parked facing the sunrise and turned off the ignition. Orange waves rippled softly toward him. He’d left Jane and Riley at the condo still sleeping, but he had things to do.
The two of them had held Jane as she slept off her first double-whammy, as Rye called it. It wasn’t the huge orgasm that had kept him at her side all night. It was just so peaceful lying there listening to the sounds she made in her sleep. He hoped she’d continue to share her bed with them.
He pulled out his cell phone, looked at it for a minute, then stuck it in his shirt pocket. Still too early to call home. So he turned on the dome light and pulled out the black and white photos he’d found on the counter. He hadn’t noticed them until this morning.
Jane had used a thick black marker and scissors to cover up or remove anything that might identify her father, who she called “Bertie”, her unnamed so-called fiancé, and Sissy.
The first photo showed a dead-eyed Jane standing on a set of wide stairs next to Bertie. She stood one step down. Trav eyeballed it, figuring she would be taller than the bastard in heels. Her dress fell to her toes, making her look so slender he wondered if she was just bones and sinew. Her blonde hair was up, and diamonds dripped from her ears, neck, and wrists.
He peered at the man, and at Jane. He wanted to hunt him down and go one on one with him. He would memorize the men’s faces, as would Riley, in case they came near. He set them aside and reached for the sister.
“Huh! She looks like a spoiled brat.”
The uplifted nose, oh-so-bored expression, and expensive clothes could have belonged to Zarah. Jane was nothing like her sister. Not inside, where it counted. He sighed
, set the photos aside, and scrubbed at his face.
What was he going to do about Jane? Last night had been almost magical. His overtaxed cock valiantly tried to rise. Give him breakfast and an hour, and he’d be ready for more. Jane did that to him.
Jane did a lot of things to him. When she was around, he was a different man. A better one. He’d always been a hard worker but having Jane beside them, or knowing she was downstairs making them a meal, had them working like maniacs. Her praise made him want to pound on his puffed-out chest like a gorilla. A hint of her fear, or sorrow, or pain, sliced him through the heart and gut. And when she smiled…
Travis hauled himself out of the truck. Hands in pockets, he walked to the water. The view didn’t change, and neither did his problem. How to convince Jane to stay with them. To come home to Montana and see if she could be happy there.
Waves rolled in with the surf, rising with the wind. Birds flew overhead, and the sun lit up the ocean. No matter what happened, none of this would change. When he was dead the waves would still roll in and the seagulls would scream, but they’d poop on someone else’s truck.
Sometimes you flew free like a bird, and sometimes you were the truck.
He sighed, hauled the phone out, and dialed. It was an hour earlier in Montana but everyone would be up to do chores.
“J Bar C, what’s your problem?”
“Hi, Mom. Guess where I am.”
“Travis Adams, it’s about time you phoned your mother!”
“I email you every couple of days, Mom.”
“I’ve told you, it’s not the same.”
“I’m standing two feet from the ocean watching the waves roll in,” he said, distracting her. “The sun’s coming up directly in front of me.”
“I wish I could see the ocean,” she said wistfully. “Is it warm enough to swim?”
“The Texans think we’re crazy, but compared to our mountain streams, it’s just fine.”
“We got another foot of snow yesterday.”
She wouldn’t complain, but he heard the unspoken sigh.
“We’ve got a swear jar going to help with your cruise. I think Jane gets Riley mad on purpose so he lets loose a string of curses. She put about five bucks in it as well, though she uses sissy girl cuss words.”
Mom cleared her throat. He braced himself.
“Jane?”
Travis heard a hundred questions in the one word. He answered only the most obvious.
“She’s our cook and housekeeper. We rescued her at a bar on the way down. It was after midnight and she’d been stranded. She needed a place to stay, and since she’s a good cook and knows about decorating, we hired her.” He paused, and when she let the silence sink, he winced and continued. “We have a two-bedroom condo, Mom. She has the master bedroom, with an ensuite, and me and Riley have the one with two double beds.”
“What’s she like?”
“Well educated, can cook, is frugal, and can laugh.”
A very unladylike snort reached his burning ears. “Don’t try to pretend nothing’s happening, young man.”
Riley dropped his chin into his chest and counted to five. “We are not having this conversation, Mom.”
“When will I meet her? You wouldn’t be sleeping with her if you didn’t like her a lot.”
He contemplated throwing the phone into the surf, but it wouldn’t change anything.
“Mom, Jane’s only agreed to stay with us for a few weeks, until she gets back on her feet. I don’t even know her last name.”
“Promise you’ll tell her she’s welcome at the J Bar C.”
Travis did the only thing possible when his mother got on a roll—agree. “Yes, Mom, I’ll tell her.”
“What’s Riley think about Jane?”
“He says Buster is a good judge of women.”
“Buster likes Jane?” Her voice went up. “So, she’s no Zarah? That dog of yours didn’t try to lift his leg on her fancy shoes?”
“Jane doesn’t dress fancy.” He didn’t add that the clothes she’d left in her father’s home might have paid for a new tractor.
“You like her. A lot.”
He cleared his throat before she could continue. “Love you, Mom, but I need to talk to Dad. Is he around?”
“Yes, and I’ll be asking him about your conversation. Keith?” she called, raising her voice. “It’s your youngest son on the phone. He’s calling from the beach.” She lowered her voice again. “He misses you boys, but won’t admit it. He just gets grumpier than usual.”
“I heard that, wench.” Travis heard the phone being transferred. “Go do the barn chores, Aggie.”
“I told him I’m going to grill you,” she replied in the distance. Travis could imagine her pout.
“Barn, Aggie, or I’ll get grumpy on your ass.” Travis heard her stomp across the floor, then the door slam. “What’s your question?”
“How did you know Mom was the one?”
There was a few seconds of silence. “It’s like that, is it?”
Travis exhaled. “Riley and I rescued Jane from a pretty bad situation. She’s running from something so big she’s afraid to tell us her name, but she can laugh. Buster took to her right off.”
“She got backbone to stand up to you, to live with both you and your brother as a rancher’s wife?”
“She’s got backbone, all right. She’ll glare when I tell her to do something, or talk back and tell me off, using words I haven’t heard much since college.”
“I figure you’ve bedded her, but have you spanked her yet?”
Travis grinned at his dad going right to the point. “Yep, both of us. I had my hand on her last night.”
“Why?”
“She needed to fight, to struggle, and to lose, knowing we’d stop with one word.”
“Why?”
“Among other things, her father beat her. He never touched her, always used a strap or something. She needed our hands on her, before, during, and after.”
“What other things?”
Travis stared at the huge ships approaching the channel on the incoming tide. They seemed to go so slowly, yet look away for a moment and they’d moved so far. Life was like that. You thought nothing was happening so you turned away and then suddenly, everything was different.
“He found her mother comforting her one night. He beat her mom, right there in Jane’s doorway, though thankfully she blacked out. A year later her mother was killed in a car crash. Jane never saw her after that night.”
“She’s got a bit of trauma to deal with, then.”
The ships kept moving, slowly passing by.
“Jane had suppressed the stuff about her mom. She needed some hands-on time.”
“You give her a couple of orgasms?”
“Yes, and then she slept.”
Strangely, Travis didn’t mind talking to his father about Jane. Dad never judged, and didn’t expect you to take his suggestions as gospel. He wanted to be the same sort of father, and husband.
“If her memories are bad and she won’t talk about it you might have to give her a few spankings before she can let it loose from her soul. If a child isn’t allowed to express how they feel, as an adult regular spankings can help. It helps them let their emotional pain go. Making them cry, with their consent, is the only way they can process emotion and clear the air. Aggie’s like that. She gets ornery when she needs a heavy session.”
Travis winced. “Uh, Dad? You’re talking about my mother.”
“If hearing this will help your woman, you’d best listen, son. You grew up in Tanner’s Ford Valley. None of this should be new to you. You just haven’t had it laid out in black and white before.”
“Never had a reason before Jane, Dad.”
“Sounds like her life was a hell of a lot worse than your mother’s. It’ll take Jane a lot of sore ass sessions to get through it all. She won’t believe it, but each time she gets spanked, cries, and finds release, another layer of old pain is peeled away
, like an onion.” He chuckled. “It’s one chore I don’t mind doing. Aftercare is just as important. That means water, some chocolate, and a long cuddle. She might need a nap, as well. Remember to finish with an orgasm. It gives her a fresh start with good memories.”
So they had done the right thing last night.
Jane had screeched and fought while they spanked her, but she’d never said the words that would slow, or stop them. It was green light all the way. And after, when she screamed her last orgasm and collapsed, she’d passed out between them. She wouldn’t have slept if she’d been uneasy.
“How’s this Jane with your brother?”
“She doesn’t take any guff from Riley, either.”
They shared a chuckle.
“I got three questions for you, son. Will she accept Riley in her bed? Will she submit to you? And will she be happy living on a ranch in a small Western town?”
“Number one’s taken care of. As for submitting, she’s stubborn, but does what I order her to do. Most of the time,” he added. “She’s smart enough to know when I’m right, and when to respectfully question my thinking.”
“Does she sass you?”
“She’s getting there.”
“A woman without some fire in her isn’t worth the effort.”
“Jane has fire,” admitted Travis, “but she was raised to hide what she was feeling and thinking. She’s relaxed a lot, but she still jumps if she’s tired and one of us lifts a hand near her. I think that now she’s been spanked, she understands the difference between abuse and loving correction.”
“Long as you do it for the right reasons, and you comfort her after.”
Comfort. That was a good word for screaming orgasms.
“And the ranch?” asked Keith.