Submitting to Two Doms (Cowboy Doms Book 5)

by BJ Wane

He crooked his finger. “Come with me.”

  Kelsey started to twiddle her thumbs, suspicion clouding her eyes as her brows dipped in a frown. “Why?”

  Devin spun on his heel, his tone taking on a darker edge with his answer. “Because I said to.” The thrill of satisfaction running through him when she padded behind him without complaint shouldn’t feel so good, and he refused to read anything more into it than a sub pleasing him with her obedience. Her sudden, indrawn breath told him the moment she spotted Greg standing by the sofa in the den, holding a silicone hand paddle down at his side.

  “Little bit, we’re not happy with you,” Greg said as soon as she reached him, Devin moving to flank her on the other side. “Strip.”

  She stiffened, but there was no denying the pucker of her nipples under the thin tee shirt. “Is this because I was in a bad mood yesterday, because if so…”

  Devin held up a hand and she clamped her lips together, the spark of irritation in her wide eyes at odds with the twirling of her thumbs. “We’re going to address the reason for your pissy mood. You were put out because we didn’t take the time to explore more of your interest in the lifestyle, but just like at the club, you never considered we might have had a reason for stepping back for a day, did you?”

  Kelsey bit her lip, a look of chagrin crossing her face as she flicked a wary glance from him to Greg before muttering a lame defense. “I figured you were too busy working.”

  “Well, you figured wrong. I don’t like to repeat an order twice, but given you’re still a newbie, I’ll make one exception. Strip.” Greg snapped the red hand-shaped rubber end of the paddle against his thigh.

  She’s so small, Devin thought, watching her pull her top off and then shimmy out of her tight jeans. They didn’t fuck all the women they shared at the same time, reserving that pleasure for the few who showed an interest in double penetration. Neither of them could tell if Kelsey was interested in going that far, but if she was, they would have to give it careful consideration before indulging her. Her size alone might make it impossible. He admitted he wouldn’t mind pinning that petite, soft body under him for a long ride between her thighs. But it was how badly he’d been aching to do so ever since he’d felt her tight, slick muscles squeezing his fingers that needed examining. That was why he’d used the hairbrush on her; he hadn’t been sure he could hold back if he felt her wet heat again. That was a hard truth to admit since he’d fought against welcoming her here and was also why he’d come up with this scene for today. He knew his best friend too well to tell Greg that.

  Greg moved behind her as he stepped forward and cupped her nape, tilting her head back. “In case you haven’t figured it out, Master Greg and I have been Doms a long time and, believe it or not, we know what we’re doing. You’re not only a newbie, but you have a small, tight body. Neither of us would risk causing you physical damage by pushing too hard too fast, hence, the day off to give you time to both mentally and physically adjust to our preferences.”

  “Oh.” A quick, teasing grin lit up her face as she leaned into Devin. “Does this mean my reprieve is over?”

  “It means,” Greg stated, snapping the spanker on her right buttock, “that you have another lesson coming. You already know to say red to put a halt on what we’re doing. But if you’re unsure, say yellow and we’ll pause to address your concerns. If you’re good and we ask for a color, give us the green light for continue. Got it?” He swatted her other cheek and she yelped in surprise.

  “Yes, yes, I got it.” Her rushed tone changed to wariness as Devin released her nape and pulled the small vial of peppermint oil from his pocket.

  “Some women like this, some find it too intense. You will let us know if that’s the case with you.” After rubbing the oil into both nipples and feeling them grow taut under his finger, he handed the bottle to Greg. “It’s time for you to make up to your Doms for your lack of trust.” With a quick, hard kiss, he lowered his zipper and released his cock into his hand before taking a seat on the sofa. He waited until Greg stuck one booted foot between her feet and nudged them further apart before ordering, “Spread your pussy open for Master Greg, baby.”

  Kelsey gulped as she dropped her hands to her labia. She should feel bad for not trusting in their experience more but was too excited about the prospect of taking that beautiful cock in her mouth. Fellatio had always been a tit for tat part of sex for her; if her partner was willing to go down on her, she was happy to reciprocate. But for the first time, she wanted to put her mouth on a man’s straining erection for no other reason than to please him. That in itself gave her a pleasurable vibe that popped up goosebumps along her arms.

  Her nipples warmed and tingled from the oil. She was already damp, her thumbs sliding along her labia as she tried to get enough traction to push the puffy folds apart. She was both mortified and aroused by Devin’s dark eyes pinned to her crotch and Greg’s oily fingers gliding between her cheeks, over her anus on their way to her pussy from behind, the chaotic responses spiking her pulse and snagging her breath.

  “Oh, God,” Kelsey choked as Greg went right for her clit as soon as she managed to spread her slick lips. The brush of oil on the sensitive bundle of already swollen nerves worked as diabolically there as it did on her nipples. But they didn’t give her time to adjust to the arousing stimulation as Greg palmed her shoulders and pushed her to her knees between Devin’s spread thighs.

  Leaning over her, he whispered in her ear, “Take him in your mouth, Kelsey. Let me watch you please my friend.”

  She could no more turn away from his dark commanding voice than she could resist the temptation to taste the pearl droplet seeping from Devin’s smooth cock head. As soon as her knees hit the braided rug, she bent forward and wrapped her lips around his crown. With one swipe of her tongue, she tasted his essence and basked in the low groan rumbling from his chest above her. Her nipples and clit throbbed and heated even more, the targeted sensations distracting her from her duty until the sharp slap of the spanker hit the under curve of one cheek.

  “Focus, little bit.” Greg swatted her other side, the dual stings working to center her.

  Kelsey pushed at Devin’s hand still wrapped around the wide width of his length, pleased when he let go and let her take his place. So hard, so hot, a rod of silk covered steel. His cock seared her palm where she could feel his blood pumping through the thick veins. Closing her eyes, she dipped down, tightened her lips and took long, slow licks around and up and down his rigid length. Hard, calloused hands cupped her breasts, fingers tugged on her engorged, burning clit and steady swats of that small rubber hand covered her quivering backside.

  The stinging taps peppering her buttocks spurred her on, the one landing between her legs, on the tender skin of her labia, shook her to the core. Through the storm of sensations battering her body, she worked his straining shaft. Tight suctions as she pulled up, light tongue swirls as she descended. Devin jerked in her mouth as she pressed her tongue under the rim of his mushroom cap, his low curse forcing her eyes open.

  “Breathe, baby,” he instructed, releasing one breast to tug on her hair and pull her off him.

  Shaking with the deep breath she took, Kelsey glanced up at Greg as he caressed her buttocks with the spanker. The lust she saw swirling in his green gaze begged for release. She tightened her hand on Devin as she reached out and tried to tug Greg’s zipper down. “Shit. You’ll have to help or risk getting pinched.”

  “Wouldn’t want that. Are you sure, Kelsey?” he asked, covering her hand with his.

  She replied without hesitation. “Green. How’s that for an answer?”

  Devin pinched her nipple with a warning. “Don’t get cheeky. We have to be sure.”

  Damn, this strict protocol shit can be cool, but it can also be a pain. Of course, she didn’t say that aloud, just smiled sweetly and replied, “Sorry, Sir.”

  Greg shook his head and freed his erection into her waiting hand. Pumping Devin’s cock, she dipped her he
ad over Greg’s shaft, his girth and length filling and stretching her mouth every bit as much as Devin’s had. Moving back and forth between the two, she pumped and sucked, stroked and squeezed, loving their hands running all over her, wherever they could reach. Her breathing quickened along with theirs as she found pleasure in arousing them. Greg jumped in her hand with a deep groan as Devin did the same in her mouth. Lifting her head, she licked her lips as she jerked on both cocks until they spewed their releases onto her hands. She’d been so intent on pleasing them, she’d forgotten about her own burning need until she saw Devin reach across to the end table and grab a handful of wipes.

  “What are you doing?” she gasped as he handed some to Greg who used his to cleanse the oil from her nipples.

  Devin cleaned her hands as he answered, “Did you think you would get rewarded with an orgasm for not trusting us? That’s not the way this works, Kelsey.”

  Shaking in disbelief as Greg gave her one of his wicked grins and swiped up between her labia, it took every ounce of Kelsey’s control to keep from screaming in frustration. Even after Greg finished, her nipples and clit still ached with soft pulses of arousal. “You’re not serious, are you?” From the looks on their faces as Devin stood and they both tucked their sated members back into their jeans, she knew they were. Any other time, she might enjoy being on her knees naked between them, but not with her body clamoring for relief.

  “As a heart attack. But because you are a newbie and still learning, we won’t forbid you from getting yourself off.” With a playful yank on her hair, Greg winked and walked toward the front door.

  “See you at dinner.” Devin chucked her under the chin and left with Greg, neither man looking back.

  Pushing to her feet, Kelsey padded down the hall to the bathroom. She hadn’t minded masturbating before meeting those two, but now the prospect wasn’t as appealing. Stepping into the shower under the hot spray, she leaned against the wall and dipped one finger inside her pussy, going straight for her clit. Her still damp muscles fluttered as she milked the swollen nub for a quick release. Within seconds, an orgasm clutched around her invading digit, a pleasant, brief euphoria that fell far short of what Greg and Devin could deliver, either separately or together. God, she hoped in her pursuit of a pleasant distraction during these few weeks she hadn’t doomed any future relationships once she returned home. Wouldn’t that suck above all else?

  Chapter 11

  Greg twisted in the saddle to check on Kelsey for about the fifth time since heading out an hour ago. The Kilpatricks had arrived first thing that morning, just in time to enjoy a big breakfast with everyone. Otis and Silas hadn’t wasted any time taking off for the creek right after eating and he’d left Devin behind to outfit the hunting group with mounts before leading them west to get an early start on grouse hunting since the birds were more active in the early morning cooler hours. He would only go so far with the group as they were familiar with Montana’s hunting ranges, miles away from the ranch’s hiking and riding trails, making it safe to shoot hunting rifles. After testing the young newlyweds and the fifty-something Kilpatricks on their proclaimed riding skills, Greg had started the long, scenic trail ride up the hills, leaving the quicker, shorter route for the return trip down. Once Devin made sure the hunters were acclimated, he planned to meet up with Greg, Kelsey and the two couples on the flattops for a picnic lunch before making the ride back down off the hills with them.

  He didn’t know what was bugging him today, but some sixth sense kept prodding Greg into keeping an even closer eye on Kelsey. There was no physical reason why he should feel that urge; she appeared fine. For the first time, she had ventured over to the social hall for breakfast that morning and greeted everyone with her usual cheeky flare, putting her work off to join them. He and Devin had checked on her last night before turning in, only to find her snuggled comfortably in bed, sleeping peacefully. Their scene yesterday must have agreed with her even though she hadn’t looked happy about having to see to her own release. He still found her surprised, disgruntled glare amusing.

  But an itch had settled between his shoulders as soon as they hit the trails, an unsettling case of the jitters he hadn’t experienced since leaving the FBI. If it kept up, he planned to call Jordan this evening to see if there was any new information about the man who had attacked Kelsey. Seated on Cleo with a contented smile, her head cocked as she listened to something the Kilpatricks were saying, she appeared at ease. She looked up just then, her cheeks taking on a rosy hue he suspected had nothing to do with the unseasonable, mid-eighties temperature as they attempted to assess each other with their eyes. The girl was definitely not a twenty-four-seven submissive, which suited him just fine, or would if she weren’t returning home soon.

  “We’ll be happy to change places with her,” Vickie drawled. The young bride’s mouth curled in a knowing smile.

  Greg tipped his hat lower and shook his head. “No need, just making sure everyone’s still with us and not having a problem with their mount. Look there, through the trees.” Pulling to a halt, he pointed toward the mountain goat gingerly making its way down the hillside. He took a few moments to relate some facts about the habitat and other animals to watch for before moving again.

  They emerged from the forested trail onto the flattop thirty minutes later to find Devin with his binoculars out, already scouting for wildlife sightings. “This is almost barren compared to the mountainside trek we just took,” Mr. Kilpatrick commented as he dismounted and lifted his arms to assist his wife. She didn’t need the help – both of them had proved to be excellent horsemen – but her smile as she slid into his arms indicated she enjoyed her husband’s chivalry.

  “It has its own beauty.” Devin lowered the binoculars and handed them to Kelsey as the others stretched their legs. “Just be sure you stay several feet back from the ledges. Look north. That’s a herd of mule deer.”

  Devin’s face softened as Kelsey looked through the glasses and said, “Hey, they’re kind of cool.” With a grin, she handed the binoculars to the newlyweds.

  “So, there are some things you find entertaining around here,” Greg whispered in her ear. He didn’t have long to wait for the now familiar teasing look she slid from him to Devin, the one that caused a strange clutch in his chest and sent blood pumping downward to his cock.

  “I’ve discovered a couple of fun things that help pass the time. Are we eating lunch over there?” She nodded toward the covered picnic area he and Devin had built, complete with a barbeque pit and two long tables with benches.

  “Shortly. Devin and I have to play guide first.” Pointing to the lookout post, he said, “The scopes will give you an even closer view for miles.” He squeezed her shoulder and then nodded at Devin to follow him as the small group walked over to the telescopes.

  As soon as Kelsey joined them and was out of earshot on the other side of the hilltop, Devin asked, “What’s up? I know that look. Something’s bugging you.”

  Greg shook his head as he kept his eyes on Kelsey. “Fuck if I know. I can’t shake an uneasy feeling and it’s irritating the hell out of me.”

  “Neither of us has discounted the occasional odd sensation before, so we won’t start now, but our guests seem fine, and pleased with this outing. And Kelsey’s speaking to us, so she must not be too put out over yesterday’s punishment.” Devin scanned the group with a careful eye.

  With a derisive look, Greg scoffed, “It wasn’t much of a punishment. Are we getting soft in our old age?”

  “No, and I’m not old so neither are you. But I agree. I’m not sure we did her any favors going easy. She might not get that consideration if she joins a club back home.” Devin’s gaze turned brooding as her laugh resonated around the hilltop.

  Greg knew better than to mention Devin’s softening toward the girl. Regardless of caring for her, Kelsey had made it clear from day one she didn’t want to be here and had no intentions of returning after she left. Going back to their discussion about
his unexplainable sixth sense kicking in, he said, “The hunting group checked out, their licenses were in order and other than for dinner and breakfast, I doubt we see much of them. They’re seasoned outdoorsmen, so they know how to take care of themselves and I’m not worried about them.”

  “No use in standing here fretting over nothing tangible then. Let’s go do our jobs and stick a little closer to everyone until we get back to the cabins.”

  They spent close to two hours walking the flattop and viewing the wide expanse of prairie and distant mountains through the binoculars and telescopes. The group was excited to spot a cougar, a mama bear and her two cubs and a herd of caribou. Greg and Devin had made this trip so many times, the information they relayed about each sighting, whether it was fauna or flora, rolled easily off their tongues. They took time out to eat the sack lunches Mary and Les had put together before giving them another fifteen minutes to explore while they readied the horses for the return trip down.

  Kelsey turned from her last look out the telescope and wasn’t surprised to see Devin’s dark gaze on her. She loved having both men’s eyes on her when she stood before them naked, but could do without the hovering and ever watchful looks they’d been subjecting her to all day. Unless they knew something she didn’t, and that would piss her off. As much as she was reaping the rewards of submitting to their sexual demands, she still didn’t want to be here and intended to hold Jordan and Theresa to their promise and hightail it home in ten days. She had no doubt the cramp in her abdomen when she thought of saying goodbye to her hosts would disappear as soon as she got back to Philly.

  “This has been fun, hasn’t it, dear?” Mrs. Kilpatrick smiled as the five of them strolled toward the horses upon Greg’s wave.

  “It has, although my butt might be saddle weary by the time we get back down.” The slight soreness Kelsey already felt was nothing like the pleasant ache from a spanking. She gave a mental headshake at the wayward thought. I really need to quit with those comparisons.