by Reece Butler
“Did I ever tell you what a delicious belly you have?” he asked as it came into view. “Let me prove it.” Since Jet just wasn’t there to complain, he unzipped her jeans the rest of the way. She obligingly lifted her butt so he could slide them off.
“Gosh darn. Looks like your panties came off with your jeans.”
He tossed them aside and took a good look at his woman. His great-grandmother’s ring was still on her little finger. It touched him that she wanted something so old-fashioned, but then, that was Lila.
She spread her arms wide as if daring him to go after her bra. Instead, his eyes went to the delectable curls obscuring her pussy. Her ankles were too close together for him to get a really good view.
“You scraped your knees,” he said. He gently touched his lips to one, then the other. “I’m going to rub some of your uncle’s cream into that later,” he added. “Does it hurt?”
“I didn’t notice it until you mentioned it. Maybe if you kiss it better…”
“I just did.”
“Then kiss this better.” Lila drew up her legs, then let her knees fall open.
Swollen pink petals with drops of dew were far more interesting to kiss than a pair of knees.
“That already looks pretty damn good. But if you say it needs a kiss,” he said, moving closer, “I’ll have to oblige my lady…” He inhaled her delectable aroma. “You smell so good.”
He started a line of kisses just below her belly button. Small, sucking kisses, trailing all the way down. He used his fingers to push aside her curls and put his nose on the button of her clit. He rubbed it back and forth as her scent strengthened. He looked up at a great view. Her curved belly led to a long torso, then her breasts, unfortunately still confined in her bra. Her eyes were closed, a faint smile tilting the corners of her lips.
“Like that, do you?” he asked.
She opened her eyes. “Too much talk, not enough action. Get back to work.”
“Someone’s forgotten about her sore bottom,” said Jet.
“No, she hasn’t. In fact, you could kiss that better, too.”
“Did you just tell Jet to kiss your ass?”
She squeaked, shaking her head, but her blush gave her away. The lady was cruising for trouble, and tonight she was going to get some. Jet grabbed his toy bag. It clanked ominously. Lila’s eyes widened.
“I want you naked,” ordered Jet. “Now.”
Chapter Forty-Three
She could let Jet overpower her, or she could do things her way. She’d enjoyed herself at the bar, standing proud. She wasn’t about to turn into a sweet thang just because Jet went all Domly on her. Plus, she wanted to see how far she could push him. Or was that how far she would go to meet her dark desires?
She leisurely sat up, knowing their full attention was on her. She shrugged her shoulders, letting her shirt slip off. She wore a simple cotton bra underneath, something suited for working. Jet and Houston didn’t seem to care there was no lace or satin. Her bra unhooked in the front. She put her hands on either side of the clips. Both men’s eyes locked between her fingers. One by one, she undid the hooks, as if she was defusing a bomb. Only, in this case, she was doing the opposite.
Lila let the barest fraction of skin show between the hooks. Both men seemed to be holding their breath. She slowly widened the space, letting her breasts flow. They gulped. Finally, she shrugged the straps off her shoulders, letting the bra fall behind. They let out long sighs.
She might have decided to submit to them, but their rapt attention proved her power. Yet she needed them, as much as they did her. Needed them, wanted them, loved them, and trusted them.
“Your elbows are scraped,” said Jet, his voice rough. “Perhaps you’ll forget about it if I kiss your nipples.”
“That should work,” added Houston. “Lila wants me to kiss her pussy to make her knees feel better. Luckily, pussy cream works almost as well as Lance’s stuff on my scars.”
“Houston, I’m waiting.” She crooked her finger at him, then pointed down.
“Yes, ma’am.”
When he got close she grabbed his hair to move his mouth where she wanted him. His deep chuckle, and the sweet kiss to the inside of her thigh as he settled in place, made her tingle almost as much as his tongue.
“Bossy, are we?” Jet’s dark eyes laughed, though he tried to look stern.
“I am the ranch boss.”
“Not tonight.”
Houston put his tongue on her and she lost interest in everything but his touch. She heard various clinks and zippers and clicks in the background, but could only focus on Houston’s tongue, fingers, and nose. She wanted it all, and wanted it now. Yes, she had the rest of her life with these men, but she had a lot of lonely nights to make up for.
Jet slipped the mask over her head while her eyes were closed. He then took her hand, stroking gently. He wrapped something around her wrist, then did the same to her other hand. She ignored him, keeping her attention on the joy Houston was providing. Lots and lots of joy. His tongue slipped between her folds, then flicked over her clit. She could guide his head, but his tongue and fingers reached where he wanted. And where she wanted.
“Time to stand. Houston, help her up.”
“No!” she pleaded, wanting more.
“Another complaint and I’ll gag you.”
They would gag her, as in one of those red balls she read about in her books? She wasn’t sure she wanted that. She’d never done any of this before.
“It’s your choice,” said Jet. “You may say green, yellow, or red, or answer a question. Any other words, and the gag goes in. Understand?”
She nodded.
“Say yes, Sir,” added Houston.
She waited a few breaths, just to make the point. “Yes, Sir.”
“Clip her cuffs.”
Houston brought her wrists together in front. There was a double snap, and then he released her. She tried to pull her hands apart, but there was no way it was going to happen.
“Where to?” asked Houston.
“Bring her to the chain I hung from the ceiling hook, then do her ankles.”
Chain, on what hook? The only one she remembered was…yes.
When she was about eight her fathers had hung what they called a teddy caddy, a series of baskets holding her stuffed toys. Not that many months ago her mother made a comment about Eric being a belt and suspenders man. One of the examples was putting a bolt that could hold five hundred pounds through her ceiling into a joist, just to hang ten pounds of stuffed animals.
Houston helped her to stand. He put a hand on the back of her neck, under her hair. Using his thumb and fingers on either side of her neck, he guided her forward. “Ankles.”
She waited while Houston attached a cuff to each ankle. What was Jet doing? An unusual rustling sound came from the far side. Something moved through the air quickly. A loud thwack! made her jump. It wasn’t a whip, as it hadn’t snapped. A flogger? As long as it wasn’t a riding crop!
“Easy,” said Houston. “Almost done.”
He moved her feet farther apart. A lot farther apart. Something clicked on one side, and then the other. She tried to shift her feet, but her ankles were locked to something. Houston swept a hand up the back of her thigh, stopping to tickle her pussy with his thumb. She moved her hips, but with her feet stuck she couldn’t avoid him. He snickered, patted her bottom, then stood.
“Lift your arms.”
Another snap! and her hands were locked over her head. With her elbows about the height of her ears, it was not a strain. She tried to move, but with her ankles locked into something, all she did was sway. Houston put his hands on her hips to help her get her balance again. A small spank suggested she not try to move again.
“Do we need an extension?” asked Jet.
“Nah,” replied Houston. “The cord’s plenty long enough to plug in.”
She opened her mouth to ask what he was going to use on her, then remembered it would not be
smart. As Houston was still at her back, she knew it was Jet’s footsteps approaching her front. He said nothing. She waited, trembling.
She was at their mercy. She could move neither her hands, nor her feet. No, that wasn’t quite right. If she made fists and pulled down, she could lift her body and swing her feet up to hit someone. At least, that was the theory. She didn’t want to check, as she trusted them.
She was still aroused from Houston’s tongue. The anticipation of a flogging, something she both wanted and feared, had her heart pounding. She liked being tied up, blindfolded and at their mercy. Of course, all she had to do was say yellow, or red, and they would stop.
Jet dragged something soft over her skin. Not soft as in fabric. It felt more like one of her cousin’s favorite chamois that he used to polish his oh-so-precious truck. Only, it was cut in strips. He dangled it so the ends tickled her nipples. After Houston’s attention to her engorged pussy, the sensation sent a shockwave through her. Jet dragged it up her chest and over her shoulder. She heard a swish and something swatted her shoulder.
Jet did have a flogger!
“Green?” he asked, close to her ear.
She swallowed hard, then nodded. “Green, Sir,” she replied in a croak.
Lila wanted to have this experience, to find out if those authors had made up how wonderful it felt to be flogged. She hadn’t believed them, just like she couldn’t believe their heroes could exist, until she met Jet and Houston.
Another sound of the air being disturbed warned her before many flat strands of leather hit her shoulder. Strangely, it didn’t sting. It was more like a thud, as if a massage therapist had struck with the side of her hand. The next one hit her bottom. It had more of a sting, but nothing like their bare hands.
Jet spaced out the blows, aiming for her upper shoulder, the curve of her bottom, or the top of her thighs. She really liked the ones on her shoulders. She hummed in appreciation, rolling them back to encourage him.
“I’ll take the paddle. You use the Hitachi.”
Paddle? Lila did not want a paddle. That would hurt worse than his hand! She didn’t know what the other thing was. A deep buzzing, like a hundred vibrators, approached her front.
“Pleasure and pain,” whispered Jet.
The paddle’s blow on her left butt made her jerk. It hurt! Then the buzzing came near. Something pressed against her pubic bone. She gasped at the intense vibration, but it was already gone. Jet paddled her other back cheek. She squeaked, and Houston touched the buzzer against her again. This time he was her clit.
She jerked at the intensity of the vibration. Houston chuckled, then touched her again. Only this time, he held it there. An orgasm blasted without warning. She shrieked. She tried to pull back, as it was too much. Jet held her hips steady while Houston pressed the buzzer against her. Another orgasm hit before Houston backed away.
Jet released her hips and struck her again with the paddle. It didn’t hurt at all the same. She was still recovering from the instant orgasms.
“Touch her again,” said Jet.
She lost count of the paddling on her behind, knowing only it was matched by the immense stimulation in front. Her body went into spasms, twitching. The buzzing stopped, and they took her down. Two clicks and her feet were released, two more and her hands were free. She still wore the cuffs, but she could move. Jet hugged her, holding her up. She realized he’d stripped when his cock pressed into her belly. She shuddered, unable to stand by herself as her body was still quaking.
Jet pulled off her mask and tossed it aside. His dark intense eyes stared into her soul.
“Mine,” he growled.
“Yours,” she whispered.
He gave a brisk nod. Still staring, he lifted her, bringing her down onto his cock. She moaned at the welcome intrusion and wrapped her arms and legs around him. He stalked to the wall and pressed her overstimulated back against the cool surface.
“Mine. Mine. Mine!”
He roared each time his cock hit bottom. She exploded again, with him. His words turned into growls as he filled her, pounding her against the wall until he was spent. He leaned into her, both of them fighting to breathe.
“Mine, too,” declared Houston. “And my turn.”
Jet grunted. He carried her, still wrapped around him, his cock embedded deep, to the bed.
“Knees,” ordered Houston tersely.
Jet pulled out and turned her to face the bed, then urged her into place. She was still trembling from the vibrator, and Jet’s orgasm, when Houston’s hot cock entered her throbbing pussy. He held onto her with one arm and went for her clit with the other.
“Who do you belong to?” demanded Houston.
“You and Jet!”
“Damn right!”
He rode her like a stallion. She loved it, though her muscles still trembled. Houston sped up, and she knew he would come without her. The buzzing started again. Jet, grinning manically, held something that looked like a giant white and blue microphone. He reached under her belly and touched her clit.
“Oh my God!”
She exploded, unable to stop herself. Houston roared, pounding against her. Jet touched her again, and she screamed.
Then blessed silence, other than the sound of heaving lungs. She sank onto the bed, flat out, her limbs still twitching. Houston pulled back, flopping beside her.
“Can you walk?” demanded Jet.
“Walk?” She laughed into the mattress. “I can’t think, much less move. Maybe I’ll be able to walk next week.”
“Good,” he said, way too smug. “Then we’re done.” He chuckled. “For now.”
Chapter Forty-Four
Jet snuggled up to Lila, with Houston on the other side of her. His woman could walk, though she still staggered. They rested, quiet and content. Lila was his and Houston’s. It was time he told them.
“Tom says I have four full brothers and sisters. My mother was barely sixteen when she had me. She never told my father until they’d been married ten years, when I was eighteen. She hoped I was in a happy home, and didn’t want to disturb me.”
Lila lifted her head from his chest, eyes wide. “Tom found your family? That’s wonderful!”
He shrugged, looking away.
“Isn’t it?”
“I don’t know.”
“If they’re full siblings, at least one of them must look like you. Does Tom have a picture?”
“Dammit!” Houston rolled out of bed. He padded toward the bathroom. “I completely forgot. It’s in my wallet.”
Jet sat up, pushing the pillow behind his back. Lila did the same, snuggling at his right side. The sheet fell to her waist, exposing her nipples. They hardened as he watched. His cock struggled to rise, but it would be a few more minutes before another round was possible. He had to get this over with first.
“Here,” said Houston, holding out an envelope. “Josh gave me this for you. It’s from Tom.”
Jet’s fingers trembled as he reached for it. Was this his past, or part of his future? He broke the seal and pulled out a small photo. He closed his eyes, unable to look.
“Oh my God,” murmured Lila, “they do look like you! And your mom’s so small compared to your dad. I’m so glad!”
“Why?” he asked, looking at Lila.
“I’d like our daughter to be shorter than me.”
“You’re the perfect size for us,” said Houston. He climbed in beside Lila. “If you’re not going to look at it, hand it over.”
He automatically looked down, and there they were. A small blonde woman with an anxious look on her face had her arms around the two children in front of her. Two more flanked her shoulders. Behind them a tall, darker-skinned man stared at the camera. It was almost like looking in the mirror.
Tears prickled. All that time, he hadn’t been alone and unwanted. He didn’t blame his mother for not telling his father about him. It must’ve been so hard for her, keeping that secret. But, once she’d signed away their baby, a chil
d herself, she’d had no rights to him. By the time he was dumped back with social services she must have been barely married.
Both boys looked resentful, but the girls looked eager. He didn’t blame them, especially the older boy. He would think he was the upcoming man of the family, and then a stranger appears as the oldest son. Jet would not try to take his place. He was so much older he’d be more like an uncle than a brother.
“There’s a phone number and e-mail address on the back,” said Lila. “They don’t live that far! It’s what, only about a thousand miles?”
Jet turned it over. North Dakota. He shook his head. Some of his foster homes hadn’t been that far from his parents. He’d never known. Neither had they.
“Will you invite them to our wedding?” asked Lila quietly. “You’d want to meet them first. Maybe invite your parents to visit, so you’re not overwhelmed.”
“It looks like there’s a note in there,” said Houston. “You going to read it?”
He handed the photo to Lila, who eagerly looked closer. One thin piece of paper. He unfolded it. It was signed Teeny and Adam, but the handwriting looked too strong to be from a woman. He saw the first line, Dear son, and his throat closed up. He shook his head.
“I can’t,” he croaked, handing it to Lila.
Her eyes skimmed it, then filled with tears. She handed it to Houston, shaking her head without saying a word.
“Dear son,” said Houston. He stopped to clear his throat. “I wish I’d known about you right from the beginning.” He paused, taking a breath. “It took me some time to accept your mother keeping the secret of you from me for eighteen years. I can understand why, for we were so young when we created you. Never think you were a mistake. If we’d already finished high school, we would have found a way to marry and keep you.”
“They wanted you,” said Lila, choking the words out. She cupped her belly. “I can’t imagine giving up my baby. But I’m twenty-five, with a supporting family. She was only sixteen, and alone. She did what she could for you, out of love. Just like Madison’s doing.”