by BJ Wane
“Okay, I concede you were right,” Kelsey mumbled an hour later as she shoveled in another forkful of pheasant. “This bird is as good as chicken and turkey.” Sitting between Greg and Devin, she’d found it difficult to concentrate on eating at first, but her hunger followed by enjoyment of new tastes soon worked to refocus her attention. “And this corn is awesome.”
Devin yanked on her hair, the tug against her scalp having a ripple effect straight down to her toes. “You should have believed me when I told you corn on the cob is best cooked on the grill.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re always right, I get it.” She smirked up at him as she sank her teeth into the buttered sweet corn. They’d hauled platters of food straight off the grill into the social hall, the chore of feeding their guests falling to Greg and Devin with Mary and Les gone until morning. From the enthusiasm of the newcomers, they too enjoyed the wildlife cuisine of venison and wild birds.
“She learns fast,” Greg said over her head before turning his heated green gaze on her. “That should work in your favor, and ours going forward.”
Kelsey’s pussy went damp as she recalled what she’d witnessed both at Dominion and at The Barn, making her wonder which scenes they would instigate with her, and when. “Are you going to tell me what you have in mind?”
“No,” they returned at the same time.
Their implacable answer delivered in their sensuous tenors elicited delightful shivers up and down her body in an odd mixture of unease and excitement. She’d never imagined those two emotions combined could stall her breathing as well as stir the constant, low-simmering arousal she experienced whenever one or both men were near, or looked at her, or she heard their voice, or… Hell, I’ve really got a bad case of the hots, don’t I? She blamed it on her dissatisfaction with her perfectly nice previous boyfriends, even if they did discard her as easily as the parents she didn’t remember and the foster parents who came before the McAllisters. That remembrance always put her in the dumps, so she shoved those memories aside to concentrate on the very pleasant here and now.
“It’s not nice to keep me guessing, you know.”
Devin shrugged in that way of his that stated loud and clear ‘too bad’ without words. Greg gripped her thigh under the table and squeezed. “Careful, little bit. Your bravado may not hold up against some of the things we might do.”
Her nipples puckered and she rubbed her arm over them to ease the ache, making sure she disguised the gesture as reaching over to place her hand on Greg’s thick bicep. “I’m willing to risk it. Can we go play now?”
A laugh burst from Devin as Greg’s eyes crinkled in amusement before they both responded with a resounding, “No,” and then stood to mingle and converse with their guests. Kelsey sighed in unfulfilled longing and then concentrated on finishing a meal that was every bit as good as the food she’d dined on in some of Philly’s best restaurants. By the time she was shoveling in the last bite, Otis and Silas were strolling over and filling the guy’s seats.
“Are you attending the horse clinic tomorrow, Kelsey?” Otis asked.
“I planned to check it out. You’ve probably been coming here long enough you already know what they’ll be teaching.”
“That and we’re getting too old to be on those critters,” Silas replied. “We wanted to let you know we plan on spending the afternoon fishing, if you want to stop by. A girl needs to know how to toss a line.”
“So you’ve been telling me for a week,” she teased. The two older men had taken a shine to her, one she found heartwarming and that she cherished. She’d never known grandparents, not that she remembered, and she liked the attention the two gave her. “I have to work, but if I get enough done, I’ll hike up there. Thanks for the invite.” She didn’t have the heart to tell them she possessed no interest in the mindless sport. If it meant bringing a smile to their lined faces, she would suffer through an hour of boredom, but she would not handle those slimy, wriggling things.
“If you catch anything, the guys or Mary will cook it up for you. There’s nothing like fresh-caught trout or bass. Silas likes whitefish,” Otis said.
Kelsey wrinkled her nose. “I like fish I don’t have to handle while still alive.”
Both men chuckled as they stood and Silas warned her, “Don’t get attached to any of the cattle around here, then. See you tomorrow, hon.”
Be careful what you wish for. That was Kelsey’s first thought the next morning as she opened the bathroom door wearing nothing but a towel to see Greg standing in the hall holding a small package. The look in his eyes as he took his time inspecting her from head to toe initiated those tiny ripples of awareness again, the ones that slide just under the skin and then slithered downward to zip up between her suddenly weak legs.
Twiddling her thumbs, she hoped he didn’t notice her curled toes as she greeted him with an inquiring tilt of her head. “Good morning.”
“Morning, little bit.” With his eyes on hers, he strode forward, grasped her hand and tugged her into the bedroom and over to the bed. Taking a seat, he laid the objects in his other hand next to his hip, tightening his grip as he reached up and whipped off her towel.
Kelsey didn’t know what she liked more, what aroused her the most – his hot gaze or imagining where he planned to put the strange, bulbous object on the bed. When he pulled a tube of lube from his side pocket she had her answer, and interest turned to unease.
“Um, Greg…”
“Master Greg or Sir,” he interrupted. “Know what I like best about your size?” He yanked on her hand and sent her face down over his muscled thighs. “It’s so easy to position you where I want you. I’ve been wanting you like this since I saw you over Devin’s lap, this little ass all rosy and soft. Nothing beats having such a soft, tempting ass to do with as I wish.”
He squeezed her right buttock and she whipped her dangling head up with a shake to get her hair out of her eyes. “But, I haven’t done anything.” Familiar tingling warmth she’d only experienced from a swat covered her cheek and kept her protest from sounding like a complaint.
Greg smiled and rubbed. “Who says I’m going to punish you? I just want to play for a minute before I introduce you to the inflatable plug.”
Intrigued, amused and aroused, Kelsey returned his teasing grin. “Oh, okay.” Scooting forward, she braced her hands on the floor, wiggled her butt and called back, “Have fun then.”
His laugh sounded like it burst from his throat as he traced circles over one buttock and then the other, his touch so light it tickled. “I like how you continue to surprise me. It makes me want to find ways to surprise you in return.”
Greg played with her butt. That was the only way Kelsey could describe the way he kneaded her buttocks, squeezing the fleshy mounds then letting go to watch them jiggle. She squirmed in embarrassment as he pressed them together and then pried them apart, over and over. A pinch to her right cheek drew a startled yelp and a flutter deep inside her pussy.
“It’s not nice to pinch girls,” she admonished with a giggle as he tickled the sensitive corner between her buttock and thigh.
“I never claimed to be nice. For such a little thing, you have a nice, plump ass.” He braced his arm over her thighs and then proceeded to pluck his way across both cheeks, alternating between tight pinches and taunting, little tweaks that heated her flesh in a different way than the spanking she’d expected.
Somehow, Kelsey wasn’t surprised to find herself responding to his playful touches with as much enthusiasm and wet heat as she did to his harsher treatment of her backside. For a solid ten minutes, he kept her awash in a myriad of sensations, varying his softer touches and manipulations with harder squeezing and pressing of her malleable flesh. By the time he stopped and caressed her trembling buttocks, she lay like a limp, wet noodle, her pussy spasming in empty neediness. She was sure when she returned home and looked back on this moment, she would feel shameful of her current state considering he’d just been ‘playing’ with her. B
Greg jerked Kelsey from her fogged euphoria with the touch of his rough finger gliding between her buttocks. Tensing her cheeks, she whispered, “Sir?” as he breached her puckered hole with the lube’s nozzle, a sudden cold ripple replacing the warmth she was just basking in.
“Playtime’s over. You pushed both of us into this relationship, Kelsey, and now it’s time for another lesson in what that means. This will be cool at first.”
He was right. A squirt of ointment dampened and chilled her dark channel, but when he replaced the tube with the smooth, rounded tip of the plug while teasing the damp seam of her pussy lips, heat returned, blossoming deep inside her. “That feels funny, and good.” She groaned as the soft oval object slid inside with ease until the only part left out was the short dangling cord with the small bulb on the end.
Greg tickled her clit with a teasing stroke as he said, “This will likely feel even stranger. Deep breath as I inflate the plug.”
It took only a few pumps to fill enough air into the intruding toy to put pressure against the hidden, unbeknown nerve endings lining her rectum. Kelsey shook as she released her breath, Greg’s soothing strokes over her buttocks and slow dips in and out of her sheath helping her adjust to the foreign sensations and slight discomfort that was already easing as he turned her over.
Rooting out her clit, he hugged her tight against him, demanding, “Come for me, Kelsey.”
And just like that, she exploded in climax, grabbing his wrist to keep him from pulling all the way out of her gripping pussy. As pleasure engulfed her body, turning her nipples into stiff peaks and her vagina into a wet, clutching inferno, she marveled at how talented he was at using one digit to fragment her into a million vibrating pieces.
Greg marveled at Kelsey’s response as he held her small, trembling body close, giving her a few seconds to come down from the orgasmic high before tipping up her chin and inspecting her face. He noted the blush that could have come from embarrassment, but after checking her eyes and seeing the sated bliss reflected in the bright blue depths, he figured it stemmed more from arousal. Fuck but he couldn’t wait to get inside her. Not yet, but soon, he vowed.
“Good girl. I want you to leave the plug in for an hour and then remove it.” Nudging her up, he stood and gave her a quick, hard kiss. “The clinic starts in ten minutes. Don’t be late.” He turned before letting go with a wide grin at the stunned look on her face as she realized he meant for her to attend part of the horse clinic with the plug still in place.
Devin was already in one corral with Thor, demonstrating the proper way to saddle and mount to the guests standing around at the rail. Tom was in the next enclosure with several horses, giving a few guests the chance to practice mounting and dismounting. He joined them on the sidelines, ready to answer questions as he kept an eye out for Kelsey. When he spotted her walking with hesitant steps toward them, he struggled to hold back his grin. She might question and think about balking, but damned if the girl didn’t have grit and a cock gripping way of embracing new kinks.
She’d missed the first part of this morning’s instructions, but since they had consisted of going over mostly safety tips she already knew, Greg didn’t bother filling her in. He would rather stand there for the next thirty minutes watching the expressions cross her face every time she moved but as Devin wound down his instruction phase, he pivoted to go get Cherokee and take his turn at the helm.
Most of the group had ridden before, so they were able to wrap up the morning’s instructions an hour later. Devin took names of those who wanted to go on the afternoon hike as Greg slid the saddle off his stallion and turned to put it over the rail. He checked the time as soon as he saw Kelsey still at the rail, now conversing with Otis and Silas who had just shown up. Lifting his hand, he snagged her attention, scowled and pointed to the house. She’d left the plug in too long, obviously unaware of the health risks that could impose. The fact she’d grown comfortable with the new toy boded well for her ability to take both him and Devin at the same time, a prospect that sent his blood on a torrential rush surging through his veins.
She returned his frown, her mouth tightening in irritation, but then said something to the older men who had taken a shine to her before stomping toward the front porch. She didn’t like being bossed around, but she would learn there were times it was needed even if she wasn’t in a scene with one or both of them.
Kelsey marched into the house, welcoming the cool air against her heated face as she strode down the hall toward the bathroom. Pulling down her jeans, she deflated the plug and removed it, a shudder racking her body as the softened sides glided along the sensitive lining of her butt. By the time the guys had ended this morning’s clinic session and she turned to greet Otis and Silas, she’d grown comfortable enough with the foreign object nestled inside her not to squirm. It had only taken one step to stir her arousal back to life.
Cupping a hand between her legs, seeping juices coated her palm as she glared at the slutty bitch and muttered, “Are you never satisfied?” Her answer was another drip of cream. With a mental headshake at her continued craving for more, she yanked up her jeans. Either her sex life before meeting Greg and Devin was even more lacking than she’d thought all this time or those two were more potent than she’d bargained for.
Greg’s silent command outside had irritated her at first, but as she now found herself adjusting to the emptiness inside her butt as opposed to the unaccustomed fullness, her annoyance slipped away. Maybe he knew what he was doing after all and she should continue to go with the flow since their attention had perked up her stay here exponentially.
Things grew quieter outside as she settled down to work, most of the guests going on the afternoon hike with their hosts. Kelsey welcomed the silence as she pulled up the new accounts she had yet to get organized enough to send them back to the clients. Several hours later, her growling stomach and the return of the trail exploring party had her doing a quick check of her work. It surprised her to see how much she’d accomplished without even realizing how fast and accurately she’d made more sense of the numbers sent to her.
Kelsey refused to delve too deeply into why it pleased her so much when Devin and Greg took seats on either side of her at dinner a short time later. Just because she enjoyed their attention even when they weren’t tormenting her butt or giving her a mind-blowing orgasm didn’t mean anything other than she liked them. Nothing wrong with that she kept telling herself as they urged her to socialize with the guests along with them. Greg challenged her to a game of pool as the hour grew late and Devin joined a poker game with Tom, Les and a few others. After she insisted she let Greg win, she helped Mary in the kitchen until the motherly woman noticed the tiredness pulling at her and sent her back to the house.
Since her bossiness felt more like caring, she caved and fell asleep as soon as she crawled under the covers to the sound of the guys coming in for the night.
The next morning, Kelsey didn’t have to wait to open the bathroom door to see Devin; he stood leaning against the counter as she stepped out of the shower, the towel now out of her reach. Pushing her wet hair off her face, she stood still under his blatant perusal of her dripping naked body, those dark eyes heating her more than the steam from the hot shower.
“Don’t either of you ever knock?” she asked with a breathless catch as he slid his eyes up to her face.
“Sure, on each other’s doors. Not yours. Bend over the counter,” he instructed.
“Why?” The question came automatically, as did the thrill skating down her spine. That was until his jaw went rigid and a flame leapt to life in his eyes as he reached for her.
With a push between her shoulders, he bent her at the hips as Kelsey caught him picking up her brush from her sideview. “That answer reminds me about your lie. Any woman who spent time in a club would know to either reply with a color or obey.”
He brought the flat side of the wooden brush down on first her right buttock and then the left, the two swats fast and painful enough to draw a screech. Kelsey reached behind her to rub her aching backside but before she reached her goal, Devin had her hands shackled together in one large hand at her back.
“I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself. Hold still. It’s time for your plug.”
A groan spilled from Kelsey’s throat as she lay with her breasts and cheek pressed against the granite counter while he worked the greased, deflated toy past her tight sphincter and into her butt. What did it say about her she found his heavy-handedness as appealing as Greg’s lighter approach yesterday, or about the welcome sigh that slipped out of her mouth as he inflated the plug one extra pump more than last time? She couldn’t stop from wiggling her hips as she adjusted to the fullness again, but then he had the gall to spread her labia and slowly twist the wooden brush handle into her pussy.
“Shit!” She craned her head up to glare back at him despite the copious wetness that greeted the handle’s insertion, her stomach and thighs trembling in reaction. “Are you really using my brush?”
He taunted her with a sardonic curl of his lips as he drawled, “I really am. Your pussy doesn’t seem to mind.” With another slow turn, the embedded handle widened her slick walls, adding to the overcrowded stuffy sensation now encompassing her entire lower half.
“My body’s a traitorous bitch.” Kelsey didn’t think he could shock her further, but then, she never imagined he would pull her lips open with his free hand, expose her clit and pull the handle out to deliver a swat right on that tender nub of swollen flesh.
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