“God, baby, you’re my fantasy, reality, and dreams all wrapped into one,” he said, his mouth watering. She was a divine goddess, a seductress, and right now, all his.
Reaching in front of her, he grasped the bottom of her silk vest, which matched her dark-blue silk thong, pulling the garment over her head, dropping it on the floor with her skirt. Her bra, made from the same beautiful material, pushed her breasts together to form an inviting cleavage that had him salivating like one of Pavlov’s dogs.
“Damn, baby, these puppies look good enough to eat!”
“They’re tits, Matty, and they are the same tits that you and Andy saw this morning,” she said, grinning.
“Ah, but these puppies are dressed up and ready to play.”
“Matty, I don’t have time for games,” she sighed, bending to grab her jacket off the floor. Matthew moved quickly. Standing behind her, he gently pushed her toward his desk until she could go no further. He continued to push her so that she had to bend over in front of him, over his oak desk.
“Glad to hear it, baby, because this isn’t a game.”
Fingering the back of her thong, he roughly ripped it from her body. Quickly he pressed his knee between her legs, forced them apart, and stroked her pussy.
“Oh, baby, you’re so wet already.”
“No bladder control,” she said sarcastically.
“Cheeky wench, I ought to spank you for that.” He laughed, rubbing his fingers up and down her slit. Matthew smiled at how his luck had changed. Just a few months ago, he was stuck in a job he hated, no family, and no love life. Now, he was happy, he had his brother back, and he was in love. He still couldn’t believe his good fortune. This beautiful woman before him was almost naked, sprawled across his desk, and she wore his collar. She still fought him tooth and nail, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. That was his Macie, it was who she was, and he loved her for it. Yep, his luck had finally changed, for the better.
“I was rather hoping that we could expand on yesterday’s adventures, but it seems you are determined to be obstinate. I guess that only leaves me one option.”
Macie squirmed, trying to get up.
Matthew gently but firmly pushed down on her neck. “No need to move, Macie, you look quite dazzling where you are.”
Holding up her thong to his face, he breathed in deeply through his nose. They smelled wonderful, a mixture of sweet cream and sass.
Totally Macie.
“Place your hands behind your back, Macie, and clasp them together for me.”
“Why?”
“I am going to spank you.”
“Why?”
“Not that I really need to give you a reason, but how about for barging in here unannounced, for one? Or how about when you yelled at me instead of talking to me? Or for demanding I fix an honest mistake? But let’s just agree that it’s because you’re utterly sexy in this outfit.”
Taking her ripped panties, he used them to bind her hands together. He didn’t tie them too tight, wanting her to break free if she needed, but something in his gut told him he could have bound her tighter and she would have been okay with that.
When Andrew punished her the day of the barbeque, he watched his brother thoroughly, and though it was a little rough for him, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She responded so beautifully to Andrew. Oh, she flinched and screamed, but she accepted the harsher punishment as if it was her due. The ecstasy upon her face afterward was divine. Just holding her hands, watching as his brother took command of her body, had his cock so fucking rock hard, he came in his pants.
He knew then what his brother was hiding. He saw the look upon Andy’s face when he dropped the belt. Waves of pure lust surrounded him, and when he took their woman, satisfaction and joy filled his eyes. It was the most sensual, erotic moment of his life.
Andrew was a sadist, and their Macie was a masochist.
However, neither he nor Andrew knew to what extent Macie’s perversions extended. The thought of spanking, whipping, flogging, and paddling her had him ready for action. Andrew, on the other hand, was still leery about unleashing himself. He kept himself on a tight rein, and nothing Matthew could say would make his baby brother budge.
“Go sit in my chair behind the desk,” he ordered.
Macie walked around the desk and sat in his large leather chair. Following, he stood between her and the desk. Leaning back, he looked at her.
Removing his belt and undoing the top button of his slacks, he noticed Macie’s eyes were transfixed on his every move. “Suck my cock, now!” he demanded. His tone left no room for discussion.
“My hands are tied.” She grinned. “How do you suppose I suck your cock while your pants are still zipped, sir?”
“Use your imagination.”
Macie leaned forward until her face was just grazing his slacks. She used her tongue to gain access to his zipper. She grasped hold of it with her teeth. Very slowly, she inched it down until it was as low as it would go. Using her teeth, she parted his fly, and his cock sprang free.
“Suck,” he growled.
Waiting, he watched as she used her tongue again, lifting his cock so she could get her lips around it. Slowly she pushed her head lower taking his dick into her mouth. Matthew leaned back, reveling in the sensations. He loved the feeling that surrounded his cock as it slid into her mouth, feeling the power he had over her. She was his woman.
Looking down at her, he saw that she was looking back at him. Their eyes locked. She had the wickedest smile on her lips. Smiling back, he thrust as deep as he could into her mouth.
Her smiled faded. Her eyes widened in shock, but she regained her composure in an instant. Narrowing his eyes, Matthew grinned, knowing his stubborn submissive liked it rough.
Reaching down, he roughly pushed her bra down, exposing her nipples. Pinching them, he applied pressure. The more pressure he applied, the harder and faster Macie sucked his shaft.
Raising his foot to the edge of the chair, he pushed hard on the chair, sending it away from the desk. Macie nearly fell of forward as she tried in vain to keep his cock in her mouth.
The chair came to rest a foot or two away from him as he surveyed the scene before him. Macie had a look of disappointment on her beautiful face. She looked so horny sitting there in her disheveled state that he almost grabbed her back to finish the job.
However, he didn’t.
“Stand wench,” he ordered.
She did so quickly without hesitation. As he pushed off the desk, his cock standing upright through his open fly, Macie licked her lips. Slowly rolling down her stockings, he pulled each one from her foot before stretching them both out like a rope.
“Face the desk.”
Without saying a word, she followed his instructions.
“Lean over the desk. I want your beautiful ass high in the air for me to see.”
Matthew untied her hands and let her relax for a moment. He moved round to the front of his desk and asked her to spread her arms wide over the top of his desk. He tied one hand with his belt and the other with her suspenders, securing each arm to the front legs of his desk.
Picking up both of her stockings, he walked back behind her. Kneeling, he attached each stocking to an ankle, spreading her thighs as wide as they would go. He saw Macie shudder a little as he finished the job and wondered if he had gone too far.
“Too much?” he asked, needing to know she was comfortable.
“No.” Her breathy voice filled his ears.
He took a moment to drink in the sight before him. Her juices were flowing down the insides of her thighs, her skin was flushed, and he hadn’t even spanked her yet. She was anticipating him. She wanted him to do this.
Matthew sat down in his chair and scooted it toward his desk so that his face was level with Macie’s gorgeous ass. Without warning, he pushed his face into the valley between her cheeks. Macie jumped a little as his tongue found her puckered asshole and then lower to the bottom of her slit
. He rested it there for a moment before driving it home into her warm, wet flesh. Just then, the phone rang, and Matthew sat back in his chair and answered. “Matthew Jenkins. Oh hey, Andy, what’s up?”
Matthew didn’t stop. Listening to his brother, he ran his hand up her inner thigh between the silky smooth folds of her pussy. Rubbing gently, he teased her, never once touching her clit. Smearing her juices around her puffy lips, he inserted his index finger into her little rosebud.
Fuck, she was tight!
“Yeah, I heard. Oh, you can say that. She came in here and started yelling at me,” he told his brother as he delved deeper, finger fucking her ass. Turning his hand, he inserted his middle finger into her pussy and started pumping into her. He heard her moan and instantly stopped all movement.
“Sure, will do, brother. Later,” he said, finishing his conversation. Hanging up the phone, he said, “You naughty girl, I think baby brother heard you. You better be careful walking back to the diner, because I think the big bad wolf is lurking for you now.”
Pulling his hand away, Matthew leaned forward and gave her what she wanted. He fucked her with his tongue, smothering his face with her own sweet juice and drinking down all he could. Her cries increased. Snaking a hand around the front of her, he found her swollen clit and flicked it hard.
She screamed out, and more juices flowed into his mouth.
As he laved her, her moans turned into a muted scream as an orgasm coursed through her body. Applying more pressure to her clit, the louder she became. Matthew moved in closer, wanting to drown himself in her sweet liquid.
Deciding his cock couldn’t stand much more, he stood, pushing his chair backward. Running the tip of his cock up and down the valley between her cheeks, he rested it against her tight little rose. He applied a bit of pressure.
“Oh god, yes,” she cried.
Taking a hold of his engorged cock, he began running his cock up and down the valley between her cheeks again, lightly grazing her anus and just touching the bottom of her slit, which made his cock slick with her juices. Leaning forward, he roughly grasped her hair, pulling her head back toward him, kissing her neck and shoulders.
At the same time, he used his free hand to position his cock at the entrance to her pussy and rested it there. He moved his lips from her neck to her ear and whispered to her. “You’re mine, wench. Do not come until I tell you.”
Not waiting for a response, he pushed himself forward with all his strength. Sighing as he plunged inside her soaking cunt. He immediately withdrew and then repeated the thrust.
Macie went rigid beneath him. He could no longer control his own libido. He thrust over and over again as if trying to drive her through the desk. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up from the desk. The other hand worked its way round the front of her and found her incredible tits. He roughly pulled at her nipple and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger.
Matthew continued his assault on her and kept ramming his cock into her tight channel. The sounds of flesh slapping wet flesh fueled his ardor, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. The walls of her pussy tightened around his shaft, massaging his cock.
He could feel his balls tighten. Every muscle in his body stiffened as the first wave of his own orgasm ripped through him.
“Fuck, baby, I’m coming!” he wailed as jets of his seed shot straight into her womb.
Collapsing on top of her, Matthew gasped for air. His cock was still shooting cum deep within her as her pussy convulsed, milking every drop from him.
He couldn’t believe his dick was still hard as a fence post. It seemed he was never going to get enough of this woman. Slowly pulling out of her, he watched as their mixed juices trickled down her thighs. Falling into his chair, he just stared at her.
She was everything he wanted and more. Her appetite for sex matched his and then some. His need to force her submission rivaled her need to defy him. They were perfect for each other.
After pulling his pants up and righting his clothes, he helped her out of the binds and watched her clean herself up and get dressed. She scowled at him when she picked up her panties, but he just grinned. “Stop wearing them then.”
“You’re an ass, Matthew,” she huffed, shimmying into her skirt.
“Shall we go for round two?” he asked harshly, looking directly at her. When her head snapped up, he damn near laughed.
“No! I’m sorry.”
“That’s better. Now, have you given any thought about what Andrew and I discussed with you last night?”
“No,” she sighed, tugging her suit jacket down, walking to the door. Getting up, he followed her. Placing his hand on the door before she could open it, he asked. “Why not?”
“It’s too soon.”
“No it’s not. You’re still afraid. Why?”
“I don’t know,” she lied.
“I can easily find out, Macie. Just give me the word, and I can have you over my bench in a heartbeat. Trust me when I say, we will figure out what’s stopping you. You know how much I love your ass,” Matthew said, opening the door and grabbing her butt at the same time.
Macie turned and slapped him on the hand. “Stop it, Matthew. I mean it.”
“Come on, Macie, you know you’re gonna give in. Why keep up the pretense?”
“It’s a matter of self-preservation. I don’t want what you’re offering,” she replied, and with her head held high, she walked graciously out of his office and into the lobby. He watched as she left his building, and he couldn’t stop himself from shouting as she walked down the street. “Well you should have thought about that last night before I had your ass chained to my sawhorse!”
Laughing, he ducked when a rock flew by his head. Quickly shutting the door, he turned to see a pretty woman looking oddly at him. “Forgive my outburst, my dear. She can be a handful sometimes.”
“I can see that.” The woman smiled.
“You must be Charlotte Ann Brooks. I am Matthew Jenkins. Please follow me,” he said, motioning for her to go first.
Chapter Eight
Fall had finally arrived to Treasure Cove. The latest buzz around town was the wild weekend party out at the McDaniel Ranch, and though Macie knew damn sure her men were not involved with that fiasco, she knew others were. Looking up from the plans laid out on a makeshift table, she watched as members of the town milled around, getting ready to help make a dent in the final repairs needed for her diner.
Matthew and Andrew both had volunteered and were currently making sure the coffee pot she had set up was working properly. Braxton and Jordan were conversing over by the pile of lumber with Steven and Neil Conner, while Brannon and Daniel Kincaid were grabbing their tool belts out of their truck. She had heard that their brother Connor Kincaid was called away to tend to their mother Sophie, who had a terrible cold.
That reminded her, she needed to make some homemade soup and send it over to her in the morning. Everything was on schedule. Moreover, if the party boys of Treasure Cove would hurry the hell up, then her diner would be one step closer to being finished. A lot of the work had already been done, but today was for working on the inside. The bar was ready to be installed, and the new tables and chairs she ordered were arriving tomorrow. The black-and-white checkered tile was already in, and at the end of the week, her new appliances would be installed.
Yep, everything was looking up. Soon, she would be back in business and out of the Jenkins house. She was going to miss waking up to them lavishing her body with attention. However, she knew going into it that her stay with them was only temporary.
Sure, for the last couple of weeks they had been begging her to move in permanently, but she just wasn’t ready to give up her freedom. She knew what they were really asking. They wanted a wife. With marriage came children, not that she was able to anymore. Someone her age just didn’t have kids, not that she wanted them in the first place.
Lately her body had been acting weird. She was tired, her b
ack hurt, and her monthly visit from the hell demon was off. So much so, that she had to go back on the pill because she feared the Depo-Provera shot she had been taking had fucked up her system. What she didn’t like was the fact that she was gaining weight. Who gained weight from taking a birth control pill? Apparently she did, because she had just recently purchased a bigger pant size.
Thank God winter was just around the corner, because she could cover her newfound flabbiness with sweaters and her oversized parka!
“Hey, Macie!”
Smiling, she turned and looked at the pretty brown-haired woman with a body to kill for. “Hey, Vanessa, what are you doing here?”
“I thought I would come and help,” her friend and local business owner said, “Look, I have even dressed for the part.”
Yep, Vanessa Sanchez was dressed all right, in dark denim skinny jeans, a peach angora sweater, with a low V-neck, that showed off her ample, perky boobs, and a stellar pair of four-inch black heels. Vanessa was the fashion guru of Treasure Cove. Of course, nobody here could really afford those pricey brand names, so Vanessa opened a secondhand shop, so to speak. Basically, it was clothing store, which catered to last year’s designs. Vanessa would make quarterly trips to New York and Los Angeles, purchasing every unwanted piece of designer clothing that was currently out of style, and sell it in her little boutique. Of course the people of Treasure Cove didn’t know that, but Treasures-A-Plenty was always packed full of customers, eager to get their hands on the latest styles for bargain prices.
Just then, they both turned when they heard Davis McDaniel yell. “Fuck!”
“When did they get here?” Macie asked, mainly to herself. She really needed to focus on the task at hand and not daydream about losing a few extra pounds.
She watched as Davis exited his vehicle, heading straight for the sheriff.
“You were there!” Davis yelled. When Braxton turned and just grinned at him, Macie smiled. She had heard from Braxton what had happened. She wanted the low down, and it looked like she was about to get a ringside seat.
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