by BJ Wane
Devin swore, stepped back and grabbed her hand. “I’ve warned you to be more careful about insisting on what you want. Let’s go.”
Her breasts swayed as they ushered her off the dance floor and toward the stairs. Kelsey bit her lip as Devin tugged her up behind him and Greg kept his hand on her lower back. The dimness of the loft did little to hide the scenes taking place at the different stations and apparatus, or to shield her bare breasts from appreciative glances as they took their time walking her around the upper floor.
She shook her head when they paused at a webbed, hanging swing, the woman occupying it with her legs bound in a wide V straining toward the man’s hand pumping a large dildo in and out of her pussy. The padded cross looked interesting, but not the thin cane Master Dan was snapping across Nan’s buttocks. The big, upright wagon wheel drew her curiosity until she read some of the possibilities spelled out on the smaller, spinning wheel. Wheel of Misfortune was an apt name for the contraption. When they walked over to a dangling chain with two cuffs attached on the end, her interest piqued along with her pulse.
“Okay, I’m good with giving this a try.”
They smirked, the jerks, before Greg gave her one of his teasing grins. “Too bad. You don’t get to call the shots. Haven’t we mentioned that before?”
Devin steered her away from the chain station before she could reply. “We’ve already decided on a bench,” he said.
“And you’re the boss, right?” Kelsey meant to say that with sarcasm, but instead, her voice betrayed the sudden, breathless anticipation surging through her.
“Right.” Greg slid her blouse off and laid it on a chair in the corner.
“Bend over, baby,” Devin ordered, his tone steely soft, his hands on her shoulders, guiding her down, gentle. “No more talking unless we ask you a question or for a color.”
She nodded before lying face down on the padded bench with a cutout for her nose and mouth. With her knees resting on the kneeler and her hips perched on the edge of the bench, the position was surprisingly comfortable. Until her arms were strapped down at her sides with a band over each wrist, followed by a wide strap tightening across her lower back. She yanked on the restraints, an automatic response to the ripple of unease that dulled her initial excitement. The instant anxiety over her helplessness changed with just as much speed to an arousing wave of heat, dispelling her cold panic as much as their deep voices rumbling in her ears.
“Deep breath, Kelsey. You’re all right.” Devin’s no-nonsense order.
“We’re right here, little bit. You’re safe.” Greg’s warmer encouragement.
Hearing both men so close eased the last of her tension while ratcheting up her arousal. “Remember,” Greg continued as she felt Devin move away, “you don’t tell us, we tell you.” He slid his hand down to her skirt and pulled it up. Cool air raised goosebumps across her buttocks as he lowered her panties, exposing her backside to whoever stood close enough to see. “Give me a color.” His hand cracked on her right cheek.
“Green, Sir,” she gasped, no longer caring if she had an audience. The only thing that mattered was having their hands and mouths on her again. As far as fucking in public, that was something she shied away from contemplating.
“Good girl. Keep your head down. Devin is returning with vibrating anal beads. You’ll like those.”
Anal beads? Oh, dear. Just what have I gotten myself into this time? They didn’t give her time to wonder or fret. Fingers spread her cheeks and rubbed ointment around her puckered back entrance before pushing past the tight resistance to grease her insides. She shook as those thick digits pulled out of her and a row of cool, hard, round balls was pressed inside her.
“Relax, baby,” Devin ordered as she tensed against the tight stretching and stuffed-full sensation encompassing her rectum. “Just two more.”
Another push and the fourth smooth globe rolled inside her. Kelsey shook from the last insertion, exhaling her pent-up breath on a whoosh as soon as she adjusted to the foreign invasion. The next ten minutes passed in a blur of painful, stimulating swats delivered across both buttocks with a leather paddle as small pulsations erupted along the sensitive tissues lining her rear channel. Her tormentors’ deep murmurs kept her on edge as effectively as the slow build-up of throbbing, heated pain.
“You pushed for our attention, and now you have it.” Devin caressed one burning cheek.
“And you’ve thanked us for our thoughtfulness by complaining.” She heard the paddle fall on the floor and assumed that was Greg’s hand roaming over her other buttock.
Be careful stating what you want. Kelsey hadn’t been, she knew that now, as she lay bound and at their mercy. She knew they wouldn’t hurt her, and knowing the safeword gave her the courage not to use it as they released her wrists and the middle strap and then covered her eyes with a silk blindfold as she lifted her head.
“You’ll do better and give us the response we want if you’re not worrying over someone watching. This way,” Greg said, turning her shoulders as Devin flipped her hips around, “you’re free to just feel, and accept what we do or stop us.”
Kelsey groaned as her sore backside pressed onto the bench, the ache emphasizing the steady ripples still wreaking havoc inside her butt. They were right. The darkness did work in her favor, ensuring all her other senses were heightened into full awareness as her wrists were again restrained and straps tightened across her spread thighs. Her skirt remained bunched around her waist and she wished it gone, yearned to offer her complete nudity for their pleasure. But she would take what she could get. Hadn’t that been her motto since setting her sights on her two cowboys?
A rough palm covered her labia, an even rougher voice rumbled, “Nice. Already swollen and wet for us.” Fingers slid between her folds as prickly stubble scratched her stomach and lips soothed the abrasion. Her toes curled with a deep, three-fingered thrust into her pussy and a hot mouth closing over her breast. A deep suction pulled the small mound upward, a deeper voice following the release. “So small and dainty, yet so damn fuckable.”
“Please.” The plea spilled from Kelsey’s lips as teeth and tongue replaced the fingers plummeting into her depths. The beads stilled and one plopped out with a tug that made her quiver from the desperate ache of arousal.
“No, not yet.” Greg’s tone bit as hard as his teeth on her nipple, shocking her with his harsh reply. She’d grown accustomed to Devin speaking with such a strong undertone, but not him.
“Okay. You don’t have to get cranky.” Silence greeted her complaint until Devin’s voice reached her from between her legs.
“Fuck, but you’re good at pushing buttons, baby.” He sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her labia, the sharp, startling pain wrenching a cry from her. “Now, do we need to gag you?”
Kelsey shook her head, not liking that idea. “No, sir. I… oh, God.” Heat spiraled through her dripping pussy as he licked up her slit and then dipped between her folds to tongue her clit Greg stroked over each nipple and she strained to get closer to both mouths but met with the resistance of her bonds. Frustrated need tore through her but before she could complain, a click dropped her head backward. Devin wrapped his lips around the needy bundle of nerves and suckled, cutting off her alarmed cry by slowly withdrawing the beads from her ass.
Her mouth fell open on a gasp of skyrocketing pleasure only to get cut off by the press of Greg’s smooth cock head between her lips and his voice coming from above her. “Good, because that doesn’t fit into our plans.”
Kelsey closed her mouth around Greg’s flesh with a greedy groan. A soft ball was pressed into her right hand as Devin shifted his mouth off her saturated flesh. Desperation clawed at her insides as they left her hanging on the brink of orgasm and unable to do anything about it.
“Squeeze the ball if you can’t handle this, us,” Devin instructed as she felt his slick, latex-covered cock pushing against her rear entrance.
This time, when Kelsey’s body quaked in
Before she could voice an objection, they pressed forward again, dipping into her mouth and butt with careful thrusts, stopping with just their cock heads inside her. With well-orchestrated timing, they swirled and prodded, jabbing her orifices with strokes way too shallow and considerate for the fiery need coursing through her. She wanted them to slake their pleasure on her, to prove how much they lusted for her with uncontrollable, rapid thrusts. But, oh, no, she had to get saddled with not one, but two considerate Doms. What a bummer.
Some of Kelsey’s frustration must have shown in her body language because Devin’s irritated growl put her at ease. “You’re so fucking tight, baby, I’m not going to last.”
Greg’s response also helped. “She’s sucking me just as hard as I imagine her ass is gripping you. Ready?”
Their guttural rasps sent delightful shivers up and down her spine. Clamping her mouth around Greg’s shaft, she strained toward Devin’s muttered agreement. “Fuck, yes,”
“Damn it, Kelsey, loosen up,” Greg ground out, his hands going to her tight jaw.
She shook her head, wishing she could look into his eyes and let him see what she wanted reflected in hers. All she could do was suck harder, press her tongue against that special spot nestled under the rim of his mushroom cap sure to send him over. The shallow plunges into her butt increased and went a little deeper, stretching her to take more. Both men groaned as their cocks jerked and then spewed, their climaxes thrilling Kelsey in a heady way she’d never imagined as she swallowed one down her throat and trembled around the other.
She sighed, her body going lax as they withdrew a few moments later. Another click brought her head back up and the blindfold was removed. She blinked until both their faces came into focus.
“Now it’s your turn, little bit.” Greg kissed her first, then Devin before dipping their heads to her breasts and releasing her wrists.
“Come for us, baby,” Devin ordered in his no-nonsense way.
What choice did she have as the girls went ballistic from their dual suckling and the slutty bitch leapt for joy with the thrust of several fingers in both her pussy and rectum? She screamed, her orgasm breaking on waves of saturating pleasure that drenched her system and flooded her senses as her heart raced and her breathing stalled.
“Again,” Greg insisted, nipping at one engorged tip.
Another climax rolled through her, as if her body decided it had no choice, no defense against those deep, commanding voices and deep-stroking fingers. The forgotten ball dropped from her nerveless fingers as she reached up and sank her fingers into their hair, holding them close until she could think straight again.
Chapter 14
“We’re ready to head out,” Tom told Devin as his manager joined him at the head of the line of saddled horses.
Bracing one hand on Thor’s saddle, Devin squinted, looking over the mounts they’d chosen to take the group on this ride to the lake. “More people signed up than Greg and I planned for,” he murmured, his gaze swinging to the five young guys who had decided just that morning to ditch hunting for this excursion. Between them, the two couples and Otis and Silas’ surprise sign-up, their group totaled fifteen. A number that made him uneasy considering the threat against Kelsey.
“You and I personally saddled the horses, so we know the cinches are secure, and these mounts have all made this ride before and enjoy the swim.” Tom’s eyes conveyed his curiosity as he looked at him. “What are you worried about?”
“There are always risks.” They hadn’t told any of their employees about Kelsey’s troubles; she was their responsibility, and one Devin was now embracing with every fiber of his being. Her submission this past week had reeled him in, hook, line and sinker, and he wouldn’t breathe easy until the threat against her was removed, once and for all. “Let me check in with Greg and we’ll get going.”
Kelsey smiled at him as he strode down the line, taking time to say a word or two to the guests already mounted or standing by their horse. He would miss her, he thought as he searched for signs she wasn’t dealing well with their scene last night. Sometimes, it was difficult to remember how new she was to their lifestyle. She’d fallen asleep on the long drive home last night, and just like last week, they’d carried her in, undressed her and put her to bed. Unlike last week, neither of them had been willing to leave her unprotected, not even in the safety of their locked, secure house, and they’d spent another cramped night squeezed together in the queen-sized bed.
Waking stiff and sore hadn’t bothered him, nor had turning her over to Greg to escort her to breakfast while he grabbed a quick bite at home and met up with Tom to prepare for today’s ride. What did rub Devin wrong was the thought of trying to keep her close with such a large group. If it wouldn’t have meant taking a huge risk of losing the reputation they’d worked so hard to build up by refunding their fees and making up a lie to send them on their way, he would empty out the cabins today. Maybe not Otis and Silas, he mused as he waved to the older men who were beaming in fondness at Kelsey. They’d already cancelled the last, upcoming reservations before they shut down for the year.
“Hey, I’m ready to move.” He drilled Greg with a piercing stare. “Everyone has been milling around the horses since Tom and I saddled them. Have you double checked Cleo?”
“No, but you obviously think we should,” Greg returned, his green eyes darkening.
Kelsey’s bright blue gaze swung from Greg to him, a small frown creasing her forehead. With her white/blonde hair pulled back in a high ponytail, she looked all of fifteen, and just as innocent, which accounted for the tight clench of Devin’s abdomen.
“You saddled her yourself, Devin, so relax.” She ran a hand over Cleo’s flank with a familiarity and fond look that proved how attached she’d become to the little mare.
“It never hurts to double check our work.” Greg slipped between Cleo and Cherokee and flipped up the stirrup. A cold chill skated down Devin’s spine when he heard Greg curse. “Fuck. It’s loose, just enough the saddle could easily work itself sideways by the time we reach the lake.” His icy gaze cut to Devin. “Someone was wily enough to do this with all these people around.”
They both scanned their guests, most of whom had mounted and were sitting with eager anticipation etched on their faces as they bantered between each other. The likelihood one of them was the person hired to come after Kelsey couldn’t be discounted, regardless of the background checks that cleared them. An impotent surge of rage gripped Devin. The incident with Cleo on the hilltop could have been an accident, but he had tightened that strap himself. It did not become loose without help. “I think it’s best if we play it safe and…”
“No,” Kelsey snapped, cutting him off and trying to squeeze past Greg to mount her horse. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week and I want to go.” A wave of desperation tightened her entire body. She refused to give this person the satisfaction of seeing her cower and hide. She’d lost so much already; her trust in the McAllisters, her peace of mind and the freedom to come and go as she pleased, without fear. She wouldn’t give up accumulating the memories she craved to take home with her. Looking up at Greg, who refused to budge, she reached up and pushed his hat back so she could see his eyes clearly. “Please. I want to do this and,” she flicked her eyes back to Devin, “I trust you two to keep me safe.”
She held her breath, waiting for their answer, and when it finally came, she went giddy with relief. Devin gave Greg a curt nod, spun around and strode to the front of the line as Greg lifted her into the saddle.
“I hope to God you don’t make us regret this. I’ll stay right behind you as we ride single file to the creek. Once there, we’ll spread out a little, but you will remain glued to me or Devin, our horses neck to neck, our legs touching even in the lake.”
“I will.” She nodded and took the reins. “I promise.” And she wasn’t dumb enough to break that promise.
Cleo pranced as soon as her hooves splashed in the creek. The afternoon sun warmed Kelsey’s head and shoulders as excited chatter from the other riders circled around her. Vicki turned in her saddle and looked back with a broad smile, the third time she’d done so since they’d started out.
“I thought the water would be too cold, but the light splashes feel good, don’t they?” The younger woman’s eyes bounced between Devin and Greg and then back to Kelsey.
Kelsey couldn’t fault her for the glint of appreciation for her cowboys she didn’t try to hide, but wondered why that light dimmed when the newlywed looked her way. Jealousy? That would be a first, she mused, and an ego-boosting thought. “Yeah, it does, but we might feel differently when we go deeper in the lake.”
“It’s not bad,” Greg said. “Mountain lakes tend to be colder but the warmer temperature will make getting our legs wet comfortable.” He pointed up ahead. “And here we are.”
Kelsey noticed the stunning, picturesque view first as they waded through the gurgling creek right into the lake surrounded by majestic mountain rises and towering green pines. As the horses slowly moved into the deeper water, she took note of the way Greg and Devin kept constant watch on everyone while remaining close to her. If the reason for their over-protective diligence weren’t so nerve-racking, she could learn to enjoy that side of them.
As soon as she felt the smooth glide of Cleo swimming under her, Kelsey shoved all worries aside to have fun. Nothing could have prepared her for the sheer enjoyment of floating through the water on horseback. Mr. Kilpatrick looked over and waved, eying her for a moment before calling out, “I figured a little thing like you would get swept off. Glad to see our hosts are making sure that doesn’t happen.”
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