by Diane Leyne
“And to ensure those outside the lifestyle know you are taken and keep their distance from our woman!” Quin chimed in.
“Quin!”
“Blake!”
“If you’ll let me continue, we’ll wear matching bands, showing our commitment to you. Would you agree to this?”
Jules looked at both men and smiled.
“I do!”
Blake opened one of the remaining boxes and extracted the ring. He and Quin kneeled and Quin reached for her left hand and held it out. Then as Blake brought the ring to her finger, Quin clasped it lightly as well and the two of them slid in on her ring finger. It was a beautiful platinum band and matched her day collar. In the center was a large sapphire, with two smaller diamonds, one on each side.
Then they handed her the remaining two boxes. She opened the one with the Q on the front, slid the matching platinum band on his ring finger, and then did the same for Blake.
Smiling, they helped her to her feet and kissed her gently on the mouth to thunderous applause. Then Blake drew her closer and kissed her soundly before reaching up and unfastening the filigree collar.
“We wouldn’t want this to get damaged. Jess will take care of it.”
Jules hated to have to let Jess take it, but Blake was right. She reached up and touched the leather collar on her neck and smiled. She was still theirs, still wore their collar. And their ring. She held it up and admired it, losing track of her men for a moment until Blake swept her into his arms and carried her over to the spanking bench that someone had thoughtfully placed up on the stage. Bastard, she thought with a laugh.
But she stopped laughing when they strapped her down. She felt their hands everywhere, on her ass and her breasts and her back and between her legs. Soon, she was moaning in need.
“Please, Sirs. Please, I need you both. I need to come!”
“How prettily she asks now, Blake. Wasn’t that lovely.”
“It was. But she’ll just have to wait. Do not come without permission, Angel.”
She felt the riding crop come down on her ass. Looking up as a pair of leather-clad legs came into view, she gasped with surprise when she realized it was Quin in front of her and it was Blake setting her ass on fire.
“I’ve taught him one, angel. Soon, once your ass is on fire, he’s going to fuck you there and I’m going to take your mouth and we’ll seal our relationship in front of all of your friends. Your brother, on the other hand, has already fled back to the bar.”
He chuckled and ruffled her hair, before giving her a quick kiss on the forehead, and then standing. She assumed he was watching as Blake continued covering her ass with smacks from the riding crop. Soon she was writhing with desire, her pussy clenching, her clit tingling and her nipples so hard they could cut glass.
“Please!”
Quin chuckled and reached down to cup one full breast, squeezing it firmly before pinching the nipple and tugging gently in time with the strikes of the crop.
Moaning more loudly, Jules almost jumped out of her skin, or she would have if she could move anything except her fingers and toes, as Blake reached between her legs.
“She’s drenched, buddy. Her cream is pouring down her thighs.” He flicked her clit with his finger and she felt the beginning of an orgasm ripple through her. He flicked her clit again and she felt a stronger ripple, but she tried to obey and hold it back. Then she felt his cock pressing against her pussy and she desperately tried to clamp down on it.
She was distracted as Quin tapped her cheek and ordered, “Open.”
Eagerly, she took his cock in her mouth as Blake pushed into her pussy to the hilt in a single stroke. Together they moved in and out of her body, pushing her higher and higher. The feel of Blake’s leather pants against her inflamed ass drove her out of her mind with lust. He’d clearly only unzipped enough to free his cock, and the feel of his zipper rasping against her bottom caused another orgasm to try to burst from her.
“Hell, Blake. What are you doing? She just tried to swallow me whole!”
“Just fucking our woman, buddy, just fucking our woman.”
“I think it’s time to move to someplace more comfortable.”
Together, they pulled out and Jules could have wept with frustration. She could feel that she was on the edge of the biggest orgasm of her life and now it was gone. She could feel them unstrapping her from the spanking bench, but she didn’t care. She was so close and now it was gone.
They led her to a bondage table that had also been set up on the stage. It had been pushed to the back wall and covered with a pillow and sheet so it almost looked like a bed, but she knew what it was. She was surprised when Quin removed his pants fully and then hopped up on it and Blake lifted her onto his friend, helping to guide her until she straddled him and could feel Quin’s cock at her pussy entrance.
Slowly, she let her body slide down on his cock, savoring the feeling of it pushing deeper and deeper inside her until she was sitting flush on him. She looked down, feeling his hands on her breasts, squeezing and kneading and then pinching and tugging on her nipples.
Blake returned and she could see from the corner of her eye that a now naked Blake was nodding at his friend. Then Quin tugged her down so that her breasts were squished against his chest and she could feel Blake climb up on the table between their legs. Then she could feel his slick cock at her ass. He’d clearly lubed up, but entering her wasn’t easy, not when Quin filled her pussy.
He wasn’t deterred, though, pressing steadily until she was so full she wanted to cry from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.
He leaned down and whispered into her ear, “Come as often as you like!”
And then he started moving and she thought she’d explode and then she did as they both pumped inside her. She bucked and twisted and arched and screamed and moaned and yelled as the orgasm she’d been holding back burst through her with the power of an out-of-control train.
She felt her body clamp down hard on their cocks and then they were coming with her, shooting their loads of cum deep inside her, triggering yet another out-of-control orgasm within her until finally they all collapsed on top of each other.
Gently Blake withdrew and rolled to one side. He tugged on Jules and she felt Quin’s softened cock slide free, and Blake positioned her so she was laying on top of both of them. They each held her close and it felt so right.
She propped herself up and leaned down to kiss both of them lightly on the mouth.
“Mine!” she stated contentedly. “My medical man and my lawman.”
“Um, actually.” Quin hesitated and turned red. Was he actually embarrassed about something? “I’m, well, I quit my job. I am currently unemployed.”
“You quit? Why? I mean I’m glad and all. It was very dangerous but I knew you loved it, I didn’t know how to ask you to quit.”
“I loved it, but I love you more. My job took me all over the world, and I couldn’t bear the thought of being away from you for months at a time. I don’t ever want to be anywhere except where you are. It wasn’t a hard decision. Besides, you are unemployed too now.”
Jules giggled. “Not exactly. I’ve decided that I would miss Whips and Spurs too much, so I’m going to do one or two shifts a week. I’ll have enough time to paint, but still bring in a little cash. Thank goodness Doc is still gainfully employed! You are, aren’t you, Doc?”
“Yes, I am, but I’m not supporting his lazy ass. Your ass, I’m fine with supporting. Think of it as my contribution to the arts. Besides, I am sure you can pay me back in kind!” Blake winked and grinned and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. “He does have some prospects, though. Or at least one good one,”
“What’s that?”
“Well, with Owen in jail, Murphy needs a new foreman. Quin actually knows quite a bit about ranching, if you can believe it. He was raised on a farm.”
“Are you going to take it, Quin? Will it make you happy?”
“I think I am. I didn’t rea
lize just how much I missed ranching until I spent time out here with the two of you. I start in two weeks. I told Murphy that I needed time for my honeymoon.”
Jules punched him in the shoulder. Then she punched Blake for good measure.
“Hey, why did you punch me? I’m not the one who took a job without asking.”
“Just trying to make things even.”
“And you are really okay with me working for Murphy? If you’d prefer, I can see if Dace needs any deputies?”
Jules stared down pensively at her two men. Then she wiggled until they moved slightly, their eyes uncertain, and her knees were on the table. Then she reached down and grabbed both of their cocks, tugging gently. Soon, they were hardening rapidly in her hands. She pumped their cocks harder, until they were both groaning.
She grinned down at them.
“She looks pretty darned pleased with herself, Quin.”
“That she does. And she hasn’t answered my question yet. I think she might be angling for another spanking.” He reached up and grasped a breast. “And I have some nipple clamps I am dying to introduce her to.”
“I look forward to witnessing that introduction.” Blake reached up and squeezed her other breast. “No more stalling, angel. Answer Quin. Are you okay with him working on the ranch?”
“Hmm. Let’s see. If he works for Murphy, that means I’ll be living with a doctor and a cowboy. Sounds like the makings of a hot romance novel to me. I think I’ve hit the jackpot!”
THE END
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Diane Leyne hails from eastern Canada but has lived most of her life in Toronto. In addition to writing, she loves reading and photography not to mention travel. She just returned from Cabo, so look for it to be a setting in an upcoming book.
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