The bailiff wrestled Stone to the marble floor.
The judge pounded his gavel.
Several officers subdued Rivera.
And the press had caught the death threat on tape.
The anger that had been driving him subsided. Justice would be served for the Garcias, one way or another.
Chapter Twelve
“That was Ms. Inamorata,” Kayla told Nate, coming up behind him on the patio of their secluded beach cottage. She slid her hands over his shoulders, then down his chest, leaning into him. “The jury returned a guilty verdict. Murder one.” She gave him a good morning kiss on the side of his neck.
He smelled of sunshine and an ocean breeze, and he tasted of the bite of saltwater from his earlier swim. Suddenly, she wanted to be back in bed with him, his cock filling her the way it had earlier that morning.
Their two days down here had been filled with talking and sex. After their initial tension had ebbed, the lack of adrenaline had dropped them on their collective asses, and they’d slept for nearly twenty-four hours straight.
“Stone?”
“She called him with the news right before notifying us.” Then she answered the unasked question, “She didn’t say how he is.” Didn’t say if he was lonely in that house on the huge spread of land. Didn’t say whether he missed them…the way they missed him.
Neither she nor Nate had spoken much of Stone. But they were hyperaware of his absence, of the hole left in their lives and in their interaction with one another. A piece of them seemed to be missing, even though they enjoyed each other.
“Another swim?”
“Woman, you’re going to exhaust me. And then I won’t be able to fuck you half the night.”
“I bet I could solve that problem.” She traced her right hand lower, seeking his cock. Instantly, she felt him swell in her grip. He turned and grabbed her. She squealed as he shifted their positions, pulling her over his knee.
He pulled up her oversized T-shirt, and moved aside the crotch of her bikini bottom, fingering her damp pussy.
She moved, and wiggled, and squirmed.
He found her clit, plumped it, then stroked it.
“Just what the hell do you two think you’re doing?”
Nate froze.
She froze.
Stone?
She had no idea he even knew where they were.
She heard the breeze through the palm trees and the thunder of her own heartbeat.
“I asked a question.”
Tension oozed through her, slowing her blood and her reaction time. She struggled to maneuver enough to see him, but from her position, she could only see his jean-clad calf. Nate, the torturous ass, put a hand firmly on her back, preventing her from moving.
“I was considering giving Kayla a spanking,” Nate said.
“You were not!”
He gave her a quick, hard smack on the buttocks to shut her up. She gasped.
“Yes, I was,” he said.
“And who gave you permission to spank my sub?”
His sub?
Had someone spiked the orange juice?
“Both of you,” he said, his voice calm, controlled, “on your knees.”
Her stomach plummeted.
She heard the quick, harsh sound of Nate sucking in a deep, desperate breath.
As she’d recognized back at his ranch, Stone being in control was the natural order of things. This was the natural order of things.
Neither she nor Nate protested, however. They both simply followed orders. For her, she knew that Stone’s arrival was exactly what she wanted.
Nate helped her from his lap into a standing position. Her T-shirt fell into place around her thighs. Her pussy was still damp. Even though she’d had numerous orgasms with Nate since they arrived, she was as needy as she’d been the first time Stone had spanked her.
“We’ll be clear about one thing,” Stone said, even as they both moved to follow his orders, “Any physical punishment will be administered by me.”
“Yes, boss” Nate said.
“Or directed by me.” He looked at Nate. “It may please me to see Fagan take a cat to your scrotum, for example.”
He was a master of so many things. Even the cadence of his voice was enough to make an orgasm begin to build inside her.
“Your safe word, Davidson?”
“Yellow.”
Kayla knelt, spreading her legs wide.
“And yours?” he asked.
“Candy,” she said.
“Hands behind your neck,” he told her. “You haven’t been giving her very good instructions,” Stone said, “if she doesn’t know the proper position to greet her Master.”
Her blood seemed to slow.
“Too busy fucking her to train her,” Nate said.
Since he was in position next to her, she elbowed him in the gut.
“Oomph,”
She smiled sunnily.
“Is there a reason you’re not in position?” Stone asked Nate.
“Sorry, boss.”
Good thing Nate wasn’t allowed to spank her, otherwise, she’d really be in for it later.
“Let’s get one thing straight, shall we?” Stone said.
She looked up at him.
“I’m here, and I’m not leaving.”
Her swimsuit bottom was suddenly drenched. This was a dream coming true.
“Unless you’re both with me. Fagan, I’ll leave it to you to figure out how to get your plants to Colorado.”
Relief, happiness, joy flooded her. Her shoulders fell forward as her body sagged. Tears welled in her eyes.
“Back into position,” he snapped.
She struggled to contain her breathing and follow his order. Her mind was reeling.
“Davidson, how much time do you need to take care of your living situation?”
“Four, maybe five days, boss.”
“You’ve got three. Any questions?”
She had a dozen, maybe two. So she settled for the simplest and most complex, “Why?”
“Because I was going out of my mind.” He squatted in front of her, and she noticed the slight wince of pain that he tried to hide. So tough, yet vulnerable, and, apparently, emotionally as well as physically.
He propped his index finger beneath her chin, tipping her head back a bit so he could capture her gaze completely. She saw slight worry lines next to his blue eyes. While she and Nate had rested, she saw that Stone had not. No matter how hard she’d been suffering, so had he. A wave of compassion wrapped in love washed over her.
She couldn’t help herself. She knew she’d get punished, knew she deserved it, and she leaned forward, throwing her arms around his neck, knocking him off balance. She rained kisses all over him.
He laughed, the sound was exhilarating. Tension was gone, swamped by raw emotion. He had her beneath him, pinned to the ground, as he claimed her mouth commandingly. His kiss held no restraint, and expressed his urgency. It was such a change from his normal self-control. Whatever she felt for him, she realized, he returned. There was nothing risky about this, because he was as vulnerable as she.
He captured her breasts and tweaked her nipples. “Now get your pretty little ass back where it’s supposed to be.”
She bit his bottom lip. “Yes, Master.”
“Insolence,” he said. Then he stood, and he looked at Nate.
Anyone would have to be blind not to see the passion between them.
“You were right,” he said to Nate. His voice was scratchy. Honest. “The house is too big.”
“That all, boss?”
“I need you.”
“Fuck me,” Nate begged.
“Oh, yeah. But first, both of you follow my instructions. Fagan, I want you naked, but do not get off your knees.”
He pulled a chair back from the table and watched her pull the T-shirt over her head and then struggle with her bikini bottom. She was aware of the sway of her breasts as she twisted and lifted one knee, th
en the other.
Finally, she was naked.
“You’ll be kept that way more often if you decide to submit to me.”
Her pussy got moist. “That’s what I want,” she admitted.
“And you’ll both be collared.”
She knew what that meant to him, for her, for Nate. Her mouth dried. Previously, the thought had repulsed and enticed her. Now, it thrilled her. Quietly, she said, “Yes.”
“You,” he said to Nate, “stand and strip.”
Nate did, taking his time, obviously taunting Stone, who definitely deserved it.
“Do you understand what I’m asking of you?”
“I’ll wear your collar, boss.”
“How long since you had your balls tortured?”
“Too long. Do me.”
“Bend over the table.”
She still marveled at the smoothness of Nate’s responses, how quickly he moved to comply with his Dom’s orders. She shivered, despite the warm, Mexican air. It wouldn’t be long, she knew, before her responses were like his.
“You’ll be next, Fagan,” Stone said, looking at her, even as he stood and moved next to Nate. “Pay attention, because when it’s your turn, we’ll be seeing how much you’ve learned. It’ll go easier on you if you’re obedient.”
Epilogue
“This time, we’ll be adding an element,” Stone said, cupping Nate’s balls.
Nate’s breath coagulated in a lump at the base of his throat. He honestly hadn’t believed Stone would come. They hadn’t said good-bye after the court date. Kayla and other members of the team had hustled him back to Cold Creek Ranch while Nate had been tied up with the Denver authorities.
Stone had willingly let Kayla go later that night. She and Nate had met up at a hotel room near the airport. Bravely fighting back her tears, she’d told him they’d be okay without Stone. Both of them had recognized the lie.
Nate hadn’t been surprised that Stone let her go, but he’d been hurt. He believed they mattered to Stone, but obviously, not as much as he’d hoped.
Now, he realized, he hadn’t been wrong.
Stone cared. It had just taken losing them both to galvanize his actions.
Stone pulled down on Nate’s testicles.
He sucked in a breath, but then forced himself to give up, give in, surrender to the scene. If he fought it, the pain would be too intense.
His cock was hard, throbbing insistently.
“Legs a bit farther apart.”
He moved into position.
Everything but Stone and the sensations he evoked faded away.
The sound of the surf receded. Even the picture of sweet, sexy Kayla, naked and on her knees, became more distant.
“Do you need to be tied?”
The pressure on his balls intensified.
“Davidson?”
He shook his head.
“Safe word?”
It didn’t matter. He’d never use it. Whatever his Dom wanted him to experience, Nate knew he wanted it, too. Stone never lost control. Nate trusted that. This scene would unfold more intensely than any other ever had. Instinctively, he knew that. There’d been too much hurt for the scene to be typical. Stone needed to apologize, in his own way. He needed to take Nate to a place he’d never been.
“Safe word?” Stone prompted.
“Yellow,” he whispered.
Stone manipulated his balls lower in their sack.
Nate reached across the table, grabbing the far side. This way, he could let go more.
He was aware of his vulnerability. His nuts were in the vise of the larger, stronger man’s grip.
The thought, more than scaring him, thrilled him.
Stone pressed his thumb to that tender area between his anus and scrotum. The nerve endings fired off sensations of pleasure. His cock jutted forward helplessly.
“Ready?”
He took a couple of breaths.
Instead of squeezing his balls together, Stone slapped the taut sack.
Nate jerked. His head came off the table.
Kayla’s faint gasp penetrated his haze.
“You took that well,” Stone said.
Nate drank a gulp of the humid air.
“Maybe another five?”
Another five? For a total of six? But he knew Stone wouldn’t proceed without his consent. The feeling of pain and pleasure was intense. He’d never felt anything like it before.
In silent answer, he moved back into position, but he grasped the edge of the table a bit harder.
The next spank wasn’t as shocking, but it was even harder, even more intense.
Stone waited.
Nate remained silent.
The second made his toes curl.
Although he didn’t release his hold, Stone pressed a finger against Nate’s anus.
He was going out of his mind.
Suddenly, Stone pulled away his finger, and used his hand to deliver another slap on Nate’s balls.
He loved this man.
His knees weakened.
Stone delivered another. Nate gave a strangled cry when Stone slapped him a final time
“Your cock looks beautiful,” Stone said. “What would it take to make you come? Three strokes?”
“Being touched,” he admitted. Just having a hand curled around his cock would be enough.
“Stay there,” Stone told him, “in position, until you’re more under control.”
His head spun. Not only had Stone delivered the most intense experience of his life, he just had to stand there until the need to ejaculate abated.
“I’m going to release your balls,” he said, “slowly.”
Nate took several controlled breaths as Stone let him go.
“Put your hands behind your neck,” Stone told him.
He complied, meaning his whole body weight was supported on top of the table.
Then he heard Stone tell Kayla, “Now as for you…”
And her breathless response… “Yes?”
* * * * *
For Wolf Stone, life didn’t get any better.
Of course, it had sucked pretty damn bad before it had gotten better.
After Fagan and the other members of Hawkeye had left, he’d been at Cold Creek Ranch by himself. Every room he’d been in had reminded him of Davidson and Fagan.
He’d climbed on a four-wheeler for most of a day, riding fence line, trying to exhaust himself.
He’d gone to bed and tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Fagan’s feminine scent had clung to one of his pillows, and the discarded clothes Davidson had left behind had made him needy.
Staring at the ceiling, his thoughts had spun back in time. Having Davidson walk out once had been hard enough. He’d be an idiot to let it happen a second time.
He had his privacy, his space… For what?
To wake up alone?
To rattle around eight hundred acres by himself?
To drink coffee in front of the fireplace with no one to talk to?
He realized the pain of being alone was greater than the risk of being hurt.
What could be better, really, than two greedy, needy subs who put him at the center of their desires?
It had taken some fancy talking to find out where Davidson and Fagan had headed, and then some fancier talking to secure the use of Hawkeye’s private jet. He intended to stay down here with his subs for at least a week, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to carry on all his implements of punishment on a commercial flight, but Hawkeye didn’t need to know that part.
He wanted to make sure both of them knew how much he wanted them. “Fagan?”
To her credit, even though she looked up, she stayed in position. He’d never tell her, but he appreciated her unabashed greeting. He’d been a little hesitant when he’d walked through the front door of the beach cottage. He’d been fairly confident of a good reception, yet that had been far from a certainty. He wouldn’t have blamed either of them for telling him to fuck off. Lucky for h
im, neither held a grudge. “You’re going to take Davidson and I at the same time.”
“Okay,” she said. She licked her bottom lip a bit nervously. “One in my…”
“Cunt,” he supplied. “And me in your ass.”
She glanced at his crotch, and her eyes widened.
“I’ve told you that would happen.”
She nodded.
“I’ll prepare you.” He looked at Davidson. His cock was still thick. It’d look good filling Fagan. “Meet me in the bedroom. My travel bag has lube and condoms in it.”
She stood slowly. She didn’t question his orders, and her movements were feminine as she grabbed his travel bag and walked into the house.
To Davidson, he said, “Come here.”
He appreciated the sight of his lover as Davidson did as he was asked. He stopped bare inches from where Stone stood. Stone grabbed Davidson and kissed him hard.
“Welcome home,” Davidson said with a smile.
Oh, yeah. Coming here had definitely been the right decision.
They found Fagan sitting on the edge of the bed, nervously rolling the tube between her palms. “We’ll be patient,” he told her. “Lie back.”
While she did that, he took the lube from her, dropped it onto the nightstand, and pulled off his clothes. Davidson put a condom on his dick; then he climbed on the bed and began to kiss her. Stone positioned himself between her legs and licked her cunt, sucking on the nubbin of her clit.
She arched and thrashed, closing in quickly on an orgasm. “She’s greedy,” Stone said.
“Insatiable,” Davidson complained. “I’m glad you’re here. I couldn’t keep up.”
Stone chuckled.
He flipped her over and immediately felt the tension in her body. “That’ll make it worse,” he said. “On your knees, forehead on the mattress, arms behind your neck again.” Then he scowled. “Actually, Davidson, over here.”
He issued instructions until Davidson was beneath her, his arms wrapped around her middle. While Stone lubed her, Davidson would be eating her out. Nice solution all around, except for the temptation of Davidson’s erect cock in Stone’s face.
“I want you to relax,” he told her. “Even when it’s difficult, I want you to surrender to Davidson and bear down against my fingers.” When she nodded, he spread her cheeks. “Keep your ass high,” he said. He squirted lube near her opening, then added more to his fingers. “While Davidson licks you, I’m going to work a finger inside you.”
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