Even in her sex-crazed condition, she could admit the bastard had outdone himself this time. If she thought for one second that he was good at Jeff’s place, she had been sorely mistaken. The man was a fucking sadist when it came to torturing her, and he knew exactly how to extract what he wanted out of her. God knew Macie would love to hate Matthew for how he treated her, but then again, he was only giving her exactly what she wanted from him.
Fucking hot monkey sex.
She wanted so much to tell Matthew to go to hell, but she wasn’t in any position to make demands or change the rules of their complicated game right now. A moment of panic hit her, and she asked herself, “How in the hell did I let things get so out of control?”
“Did you ever have control, baby?” Andrew responded, whispering in her ear.
Fuck, did I say that aloud?
She must be losing her mind to be here in this place, her naked body tied down securely, legs splayed indecently open wide for all to see, thanks to her big mouth, and Matthias insisting some form of punishment. Fuck, she knew better than to mouth off while in the dungeon. She wasn’t some fucking newbie.
Yet there she was, onstage, her coochie open for all to see, for a man who left her without a good-bye, a letter, a phone call, nothing. To make matters worse, she knew she was about to beg him. She was going to let him have his wicked way with her because he had unlocked some small, secret place deep down inside of her tortured soul, which only he seemed to have the key to.
She was getting soft.
She had worked hard to deny the urges she had recently been experiencing. It wasn’t easy seeing them every day, knowing they wanted her. Hell, she barely could handle Andrew when it was just him. She had almost given into her desires for him many times. However, to deny them both, to hide the need that was there.
She wasn’t that strong. A girl had needs, too.
Matthew knew exactly how to tempt her back into his good graces. Of course, it did help when he smiled brilliantly at her with his megawatt, million-dollar smile. The man was fucking hot as hell, with a body built for sin. Then to throw Andrew into the mix, well, she was about to be thoroughly fucked in about two point two seconds.
“I’m waiting, Macie. I know you want it. You know you want to say it. All you have to do is tell me you want us. Come on, baby, just say the words.”
She wasn’t going to say shit. If he wanted to play this fucking game, she could, too. He wasn’t as good as he thought, she lied to herself. He wanted a formal acceptance to his claim, and she was going to make him work for it. She just had to get through the scene and then all would go back to normal. If normal was what she really wanted. Fuck, she didn’t know. They had her so damned confused, she didn’t know if she was scratching her head or winding her butt!
To make matters more confusing, Matthew pulled a larger butt plug out of her ass and slowly twisted it back in as he inched the head of his cock into her wet pussy.
Fucking tease!
He’d been working her tight body for damn near an hour. Carefully taking her to the edge with his perfect mixture of pain and pleasure, never giving her the climax her body craved.
Sadistic bastard.
“Damn you, Matthew. Fuck me already,” Macie gritted out. Damn, she hated how desperate she sounded, but she hated the sound of his knowing, deep laughter more.
“He is fucking you, sweetheart,” Andrew crooned, gently touching her face.
That was another thing that confused her. Andrew hadn’t touched her sexually, not once since they entered the club. Did he not want her anymore? Had he had his fill already? He seemed content to just stand near her head and taunt her while his brother teased her.
Matthew pulled his cock all the way out and then reinserted just the tip of his long, thick dick. Macie tried to thrust her body forward off the Saint Andrew’s Cross but failed to impale herself as Matthew moved back.
Instead of his thick cock, he rewarded her with a hard slap on her already-pink ass instead.
Bastard!
“Fuck you, Matthew! I am not going to say it,” she shouted angrily, but felt like crying. She hated to cry, and she damn sure wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing that he had broken her. The crowd chuckled as patrons moved closer and talked quietly amongst themselves.
* * * *
After spending the last hour having every inch of her body methodically brought to life by his wickedly assertive hands and his toys of torture, he knew Macie was primed and ready. Slowly inserting the rest of his hard cock, he held completely still, allowing her pussy to hug his erection tightly. “There you go, sweetheart. How does that feel?”
Her frustration level rose, and her breathing labored. She was one tough cookie. Giving credit where credit was due, Matthew knew she was going to be more than a handful, and she had proven that repeatedly tonight. Nevertheless, nothing, not even her stubbornness, was going to stop him from claiming her. He knew she wanted him and his brother but was too afraid to say anything. Knowing that actions spoke louder than words, he used his body to finagle and tease her into submission. And boy, did she submit beautifully. Now, all that was left was to claim her. That was going to be the biggest test of all.
She couldn’t see his face in her precarious position. Her body bent backward, her head facing Andrew and from her waist down facing the audience. Andrew tied her hands and ankles securely. There was nowhere she could run. She was bound for his desires.
He may be the master of self-control, but Macie was the master of stubbornness. What his little cook didn’t know was that Matthew could stay in this position for hours, and if he had to until she relented, he would, but he prayed she would give in soon, because every time she tried to move, her pussy clenched his cock like a fucking clamp.
Damn the woman had a fucking tight pussy.
“Just say the words, Macie, and Matthew will give you what you want,” he heard Andrew say in that low, harsh voice of his. Running his hands over her legs, he felt her body respond to him as shivers coursed over her body. Slightly pushing in hard, he knew he won the prize of a lifetime when her body relaxed.
Her mumbled pleas were heard throughout the room. “Please, oh please for God’s sake, fuck me!” The room instantly quieted. Gasps quickly filled the room, and Matthew knew the audience members were in shock.
The untamable had just been tamed.
“Say the words, Macie,” Andrew commanded.
“I accept your claim!” she screamed loudly for all to hear. Matthew smiled, looking up at his brother, who grinned and nodded. Matthew plunged forward giving her what she wanted as Andrew stood and said, “Master Gabriel, this submissive has accepted our claim. Do you concur?”
“I do concur and congratulations, Master Andrew and Master Matthew,” Gabriel responded loudly.
“My brother and I accept this woman to be our submissive. We claim her willingly and gratefully,” Andrew announced, pulling a diamond choker from his back pocket, and placed it around her neck. “I love you, Macie.”
Matthew couldn’t believe. They had done it.
She was theirs.
Chapter Six
It was the day of the Hicks Barbeque, and though Macie was eager to spend the rest of the day basking in the warm sun while she enjoyed the company of family and friends, she wasn’t so sure about going with Matthew and Andy. It had been almost a month since that night at the Pleasure Cave, where they had made it perfectly clear to everyone that she was theirs. Of course, wearing the diamond collar around her neck only solidified that fact to the rest of the world.
Yet, after everything was said and done, she really didn’t regret it. She thought she would, but then she thought about all the hot monkey sex and, well, giving them back their collar was no longer an option. She liked having her own personal fuck toys at her disposal, and she wasn’t ready to give them up yet.
Like an addict, she had become addicted to them. Oh yeah, they were her Johnny Walker and Jack Daniel’s al
l rolled up into one. Who needed a stiff drink after work when she could have two stiff cocks at her beck and call? Just thinking about them had her pussy creaming.
She had just locked the safe in her office when the bell chimed in front. Sighing, she walked out to the front and silently cursed.
“Hello, my dear. I thought I would come by and see if you had listened to my advice. By the pretty sparkler around your neck, I can only assume you have decided to not listen to me.”
“The diner is closed, Ms. Van Ottoman. Is there something I can do for you?”
“No, dear, there isn’t. It’s a shame really. I thought you were smarter than your mother was. Of course, from what I hear, she was just a simple whore, like you are now.”
Shocked, Macie couldn’t think of anything to say. The comeback queen of Treasure Cove was speechless. It was a first for her, and she didn’t like it, especially when the evil troll bitch from hell stood before her smiling.
Fuck a duck!
Macie could take just about anything this old bitch could dish out, and generally she let most of it slide off her back, but she would not stand there and let that sanctimonious old prude bash her mother as if she was trash. “Lady, I understand that you and the town council feel the need to protect the town, and I understand that you can shut me down. But if you ever talk about my mother again, I will throw you out on your decrepit ass.”
“There is no need for violence, Ms. Owens. I was only stating the obvious. Oh well, I see there is no reasoning with you. The town council meets next week, and I can assure you, I will not stop them this time when they try to shut you down. Good day, Ms. Owens.”
Macie seethed as the old bitch left her diner. Locking the door quickly behind her, she screamed bloody murder. Kicking a barstool, she pounded her fist onto the bar. She wanted to strangle the old woman. Her and her vicious old cronies were going to do everything they could now to shut her down, just because she was seeing Matthew and Andrew.
She didn’t know what to do. The diner was her life. Without it, she had nothing, no way of supporting herself, and no place to live. She needed the income from the diner. She had nothing in savings. Unlike her cousins, Macie didn’t have the town charter to fall back on. She had no one but herself, and she refused to ask for help.
The diner was her baby, hers and hers alone. Nobody was going to take it from her.
Sitting at the bar, she laid her head down and cried.
She hated crying. It was a sign of weakness, and she wasn’t weak.
She never heard Andrew come in, but when he pulled her into his arms, she cried even more. “Baby, what happened?”
Sobbing, Macie said, “That bitch is going to take my diner.”
“Nobody is going to take your diner,” he said soothingly, rubbing her back.
“Andy, you don’t know her like I do. She hates me. She wants me gone.”
“Well, I want you to stay, and so does everyone else. Let me talk to her, okay?” he asked, hugging her tighter. Stiffening, Macie pulled away.
“No! This is my place. I don’t need you to ride up on a white fucking horse and save me. I can take care of myself.”
“Watch the tone, Macie. You’re wearing my collar.”
“Then I will take it off!”
“You do, and your ass will be red for a week. Now, calm down. I never said I was going to take over. I said I would talk to her. That’s it.” It was something in the tone of his voice that stopped her from reaching behind her neck to remove the collar. She had heard that particular tone once before, and even then, it scared her a little bit, and this time, it did the same.
Andrew Jenkins wasn’t all what she thought he was. He had a hidden side, a darker side, a scary side she didn’t want to tango with. Taking a deep breath, she sighed. “You can’t talk to her. She doesn’t listen to anyone. She just hands out eviction notices.”
Smiling, Andrew replied, “Well, she can try, but she doesn’t have that kind of pull around here. The town council can only issue evictions on businesses within the city limits, and if my memory is correct, your diner only borders the city. You may think you’re in town, but the town line is very specific. It only encompasses the main strip.”
“Andy, do you not see that brick wall right there,” she said getting louder again, pointing to the far wall. “That is city property.”
“But where I am standing isn’t.”
“You don’t understand. When I opened this place, the town incorporated the land my diner is under. They technically can close me down.”
“Nobody is going to close you down,” a stern voice said behind her. Turning, she watched as Matthew walked in, never taking his eyes from hers. They were hard and calculating. He meant what he said, and for the first time in a long time, she believed him.
She knew trusting Matthew with anything was going to be hard, but in this instant, she did. She didn’t understand it, nor did she want to, but with both of them there, she knew neither one would let that woman take her diner.
“Now are you going to stand here and debate this all day, or are we going to a barbecue?” Matthew asked, looking directly at her.
“Right after she apologizes,” Andrew said.
“For what!” Macie squeaked. “I didn’t do anything?”
“For cursing.”
“I curse all the time. I never had to apologize before.”
“You do now. You cursed me and threatened to take off our collar.”
“Fine, I’m sorry,” she said rolling her eyes. Andrew was being ridiculous, but when Matthew walked over and stood next to his brother, Macie realized that neither of them was going to accept a verbal apology. They wanted something more agreeable.
Shaking her head, she looked down and sighed.
For the last month, she had put herself in this position, repeatedly. One would think after the third or tenth time she would have figured it out by now, but nope, she was stubborn. She had been told that all her life. Hell, her mother told her repeatedly that it would take a brick wall to get anything through her thick skull, and apparently, her momma was right.
Not bothering to wait for the order, Macie turned, lifted her dress, and placed her hands on the nearest table to her. Spreading her legs, she assumed the punishment position.
It was degrading, humiliating, and downright titillating. She had come to learn a lot about herself these last few weeks, and though she was one obstinate woman, she sure did like to be spanked.
Taking a deep breath, she waited for him to begin the punishment. Typically, Matthew preferred to spank her, while Andrew stood back and watched, but when Matthew stood in front of her and grabbed her hands, she froze.
Turning her head quickly, she saw that Andrew was slowly removing his belt. A wicked gleam in his eyes told her he was going to enjoy every minute of what he was about to do, and she wasn’t.
“Andy?” she whispered carefully.
“Don’t worry. I remember your safe word. Count of twenty,” he huskily told her as he reared back as the first sting of his belt hit her flesh.
The first strike of his thick leather belt wasn’t hard. The loud crack startled her more than anything did. Neither one of them had used anything but their hands on her, well, except for that time at the ranch. However, this was different. She didn’t know if it was because of Andrew or the use of a belt, but she quickly understood the first strike was just a warm-up because Andrew quickly began to blister her ass with fast, hard steady strokes of his belt.
The more the belt stung, the more Macie struggled to free her arms from Matthew’s grip. Gasping she managed to finally catch her breath and scream out as Andrew laid another sting across her ass. “I’m sorry!”
The burn spread quickly. She tried to relax her body, but the sting was fierce, taking the air from her lungs. She could hear the swish of the belt as he raised it repeatedly. Soon a blazing inferno lanced through her body. Absorbing the heat, which quickly reached her pussy, she let go and let it con
sume her.
Her concentration focused on that one infinite thing.
The fire.
Addicted to the delicious and welcoming heat, she found herself wrapped in its cocoon. She no longer cared about anything but the warmth, begging for it to spread all over her body.
She craved the inferno.
At the strike of fifteen, her pain-filled cries had turned into feral moans.
Andrew stopped the punishment long enough to slide two fingers into her cunt. Laughing, he slid his finger up and down, rubbing the wetness all over as he flicked her clit. “You’re drenched, baby. You can deny it all you want, but I know your body. I can take you to heights of pain unlike you have ever known and make you weep with desire for more. Stop fighting me, let go.”
Taking a deep breath, she relaxed her body as Andrew resumed her punishment.
She stood there bent at the waist as a helplessness blanketed her.
Each hard stroke of his belt took her higher and higher. The sting in her ass electrified her core, as if someone inside her flipped a switch, turning on the throbbing ache deep inside her sex. Almost as if he could read her mind, Andrew knew exactly when to throw the belt to the floor, and in one swift motion, he stepped close, unzipped his pants, and buried his rock-hard cock into her dripping wet sheath.
They both cried out.
There was no need to beg this time. Andrew always took her hard and fast. She had come to expect and welcome that from him. Unlike Matthew, Andrew’s loving was fierce, demanding, and aggressive. However, today, he seemed just more. She could feel the head of his hard cock in her throat as he pounded deeply into her. She didn’t know if it was from him whipping her, or her actual acceptance of the punishment he dished out, but his violent attack on her pussy seemed to fuel some deep desire within her.
He pistoned into her sex like a man on a mission, grabbing her hips to help pull her onto his cock while he lunged forward. Macie came twice before he finally shot his seed deep in her pussy, once again marking her in his own primal way.
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