Ace Gone Wild

by Cooper McKenzie

  “Keep your arms up, Kinsey,” Finn ordered as soon as the last strip of cloth fell away.

  Kinsey grunted to acknowledge the order, though she had begun to shake. Even Logan could see that was not a good thing. “Can you walk, sweets? Because I’m not sure we can carry you without hurting you further.”

  “I’ll try,” she said through gritted teeth.

  Holding her hips, he stepped out of the tub. With Drake’s help, she turned to face him, but before she could lift her leg to climb out, her eyes rolled up in her head and she went limp. Acting fast, Logan planted his shoulder into her belly and draped her over his shoulder, hoping he wouldn’t damager her further by his actions.

  Straightening, he walked from the bathroom to find an ambulance gurney waiting for them. Sometimes living in a small town was a good thing. Logan laid her down as gently as he could, but still she cried out in her sleep. After covering her with a blanket and strapping her down, their girl was whisked away by the EMS crew, with Finn following close behind.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Kinsey was bored, but with Kyra’s help, she hoped to solve that problem in the next few minutes.

  After three days in the hospital where her dislocated shoulder and broken ribs were treated, and her concussion was monitored closely, she was finally released to Drake and Logan’s care. That had been more than a month ago. Her cuts had healed, her bruises faded, but her men still treated her with kid gloves.

  She was tired of it. Kyra and her men had become frequent visitors, along with Sasha and Hannah, who visited when she was able to get away from her seemingly never-ending duties running the Tavern. After the first week of resting and healing, Kinsey turned her attention to the future. With Nelson safely locked up in a mental health facility across the state due to his complete mental breakdown, her past had no hold on her.

  The men still treated her as they had the day she had come home from the hospital, weak and barely able to function. They had not touched her in a sexual way, and she was tired of it. By their increasingly grumpy states, she didn’t think they were having sex away from the house either.

  That was about to change. After talking to Kyra and confirming that today was the Tuesday of the BDSM poker club, she made plans to go, with or without her men, though she knew they would never let her go alone.

  Hearing the back door rattle as it did every time the men came in from their work, she finished setting the kitchen table. Hearing boots drop on the porch, she stayed where she was, half bent over the table with her ass facing the door.

  Logan was first through the door. “Hey, sweets, how was…what the hell?”

  She waited until she heard Drake step into the room and stop beside Logan. Only then did she slowly straighten and turn to face them. The chef’s apron Hannah had brought her yesterday was perfect. It covered her from just above her nipples to just below her pussy but left her back and ass completely bare, except for the ties that went around her neck and waist.

  “You’re naked,” Logan said, sounding dumbfounded.

  “No, I’m not, I’m wearing an apron,” she said as she went to the counter by the stove and started transferring dinner to the table.

  “Why are you naked, sugar britches?” Drake asked, sounding nearly as stunned as Logan.

  “Because my Master told me when I joined this household that his submissives went naked when inside the house,” she said, hoping they would pick up on what she was saying. Surely they weren’t that dense.

  Once the food was on the table, she turned to face the two men who remained in the doorway, as if not sure what to do. Taking a deep breath, she asked the one question out of her mouth that would either secure their relationship, or have her moving into the house next door that was now completely refurbished and ready for her to move into. “Or don’t you want me anymore?”

  “Are you sure?” Logan whispered after an eternal ten seconds.

  “I’m sure I love you two, even if you don’t seem to be able to love me back,” Kinsey said, forcing herself to keep her back straight and shoulders back.

  “Don’t love you back?” Drake asked, clearly shocked at the way her mind worked. “Who said anything about not loving you back?”

  Her patience at an end, Kinsey allowed her frustration free. Widening her stance, she slammed her hands on her hips and glared at the two men. “You barely look at me. You don’t touch me. Hell, you don’t even touch each other when I’m within hearing distance. You won’t talk to me about what’s bothering you, and whenever I try to talk about anything related to sex and our relationship, you change the subject or run away. What else am I supposed to think?”

  * * * *

  Drake looked to Logan and found his man just as wide-eyed with shock as he felt. Then his dominant side snarled and shoved its way forward.

  “You’re supposed to think that we were worried about your health, mental as well as physical. You’re supposed to think that we’re trying to be considerate by not pushing you into something you might no longer want. You’re supposed to know that we love you and would never do anything to hurt you.”

  His inner Dom puffed up when Kinsey blinked, opened her mouth, closed it again, and then blinked again. “I…uh…but…”

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said. “Boy, I think our girl is telling us that she’s ready to pick up where we left off. What do you think?”

  Drake watched as Logan pulled his T-shirt over his head. “I think you’re right, Master.”

  In less than a minute, he had two naked subs and a cock that filled so fast it hurt.

  “It’s Tuesday, isn’t it?” he asked as he crossed and sat down. He thought he had seen something, and wanted to confirm his suspicions. “Girl, get over here and bend over this table.”

  When Kinsey stepped between his widespread thighs, with a snarky, smartass expression, he grabbed her hips and spun her to face away from him. “Bend over and grab your ankles.”

  As she folded in half, her ass cheeks parted and showed that he was right. The red plug was the smallest of their butt plug collection. “What’s this, girl?” he asked as he pressed on the end, pressing it a fraction of an inch deeper, and savoring the sound of her soft moan.

  “I…um, well…” she trailed off.

  “You want us to fuck you at the same time,” he stated as he began to fuck the plug back and forth into her ass.

  “Y–Y–Yes, Master,” she whispered.

  “Boy, go get the medium plug and lube it up,” Drake said. “We need to stretch our girl good before we have to leave for the game.” He smiled, already seeing in his mind’s eye his girl pressed between them. Logan’s cock would fill her pussy while he took her ass. His cock gave another twitch that had him hissing as he breathed for control.

  * * * *

  By the time the Masters ended the card-playing portion of the evening, Kinsey was ready to find a vibrator in one of those cabinets across the room and fuck herself with it since her men didn’t seemed up to the task.

  After replacing the small red plug with a purple plug that took her breath before dinner, they ate dinner. Then just before they had left for the Tavern, he had taken out the purple plug and replaced it with an even larger one that scared her just looking at it. Though Drake assured her that it was not as big as he was, it still took him several minutes to slowly fuck it into her.

  Once it was set, he helped her into a thong to hold it in place and a wraparound dress he had chosen for her to wear. The men had showered and changed just after dinner. As soon as she was dressed, they took off for the Tavern in Drake’s truck.

  She sat between the two men, squirming as the long, thick intruder bounced around inside her with every bump in the road. By the time they pulled into the Tavern’s parking lot, her thong was drenched, and her hands were fisted to keep from begging for relief ASAP.

  “See you two upstairs,” Drake said, giving her a kiss before leaning past her to kiss Logan. Then he was gone.

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nbsp; Logan climbed out of the truck then helped her down. “Horny?” he asked with a smile that didn’t look quite as concerned as it should have been.

  “Duh,” she returned.

  That earned her a smack on her ass as an SUV pulled in and parked next to them. “Having trouble with your woman?” Finn asked as he climbed out.

  “She’s just a little wound up, and needs a good fucking,” Logan said as he drew the back of two fingers down her cheek. “Isn’t that right, sweets?”

  Kinsey melted under his touch but bit her lip to keep from saying something snarky.

  “It’s time,” Finn said before she had a chance to hump Logan’s leg the two minutes it would take for her to get off.

  Drew stood waiting for them on the porch. Kinsey followed Drew and Logan across the bar. Kyra and Finn ended the subbie parade. Following Logan’s lead, she accepted a beer and a bottle of water from Hannah and then followed Drew up the stairs and down the hall. Logan walked two steps behind her all the way, her very own giant protective teddy bear.

  An hour later, Drake waved her out of the game. After taking her chair away, he placed a mat on the floor between his chair and Logan’s and pointed for her to kneel on it. Though she had shown her skills playing with them at home, tonight she had not won a single hand. She admitted, at least to herself, that her mind had not been on the game. Instead, her thoughts were focused on the plug in her ass and the fingers stroking up and down her inner thighs.

  A half hour after that, the game ended. Drake kept him in place while the other submissives cleaned up the room. Then he, Brody and Carter traded poker IOUs back and forth with a lot of good-natured joking and threats toward their submissives.

  Then it hit her. Drake and Logan were going to fuck her here, in front of an audience.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Once he had finished putting the chairs away in the corner, Logan stripped, sighing when his erect cock finally got a chance to bob around in the fresh air. After hanging his clothes on one of the pegs by the door, he went to Kinsey undressed her as well. He looked at Drake, who nodded to the back corner. After a nod of acknowledgement, he led their lovely subbie there and knelt under the hanging chains to wait for Master Drake to join them.

  It always surprised him how easily the evening flowed, as if choreographed. Lifting his head just enough to sweep the room, he saw that Drew was kneeling beside the St. Andrew’s cross while Finn and Kyra knelt beside Carter’s chair. Everyone was in their place and ready for the sexy games to begin.

  He dropped his eyes when he saw Drake headed their way. He carried a basket, probably full of all the things he would use on them tonight.

  He stepped over and placed the basket on the shelf before taking his time to walk around his boy and girl. Then he took a stance in front of them. “Eyes on me.”

  Immediately Logan lifted his head. Master’s eyes gleamed with the same excitement that had been thrumming through his veins all evening. They were going to take their girl together, and then they would go home and start all over again, not stopping until she vowed to give them everything, body, mind, and soul.

  * * * *

  Kinsey shivered as the chains clinked and clanked overhead. The last thing she wanted was to be shackled and strung from the ceiling, no matter how therapeutic it might be. She met Drake’s eyes for a handful of seconds before dropping hers to his chin. She did want to give her entire body to these men, did want them to fully claim her, but wasn’t sure she was strong enough to be bound again.

  “Sugar britches, look at me.” Drake’s voice was soft but filled with the power of his domination that melted every hesitant thought she had ever had.

  She shifted her gaze to his eyes. “I know you won’t be ready to be chained again for a while, but one day soon, we will address that. For tonight, you will hold onto cuffs attached to the chains and not let go while Logan and I play.”

  Relief flowed through her like a cool mountain stream. “Yes, Master.”

  Drake nodded. “Since your losses were big tonight, we may have to return another night for you to finish paying them off. For now, I want you to undress me.”

  “Yes, Master,” Kinsey gracefully rose and began with Drake’s shirt.

  She fought the urge to kiss his flesh as she exposed it, but dawdling would be a punishable offense, and she wasn’t quite ready to be punished again, other than the sharp swats Drake had given her over the past weeks.

  Once he was as naked as they were and she had folded his clothes and laid them on the shelf next to the basket he had brought, he grabbed her, slid one hand through her hair and pulled her in for a kiss. His other hand slid down her spine and through the valley of her ass.

  She gasped around his tongue as his fingers pressed against the plug in her ass. “I cannot wait to feel your tight ass wrapped around my cock,” he whispered just before he released her. He then turned and gave Logan an equal deep and dominating embrace.

  “All right, girl, I want you to hold your hands up over her head but don’t straighten your arms around all the way,” Drake instructed once he whispered something into Logan’s ear.

  Moving to stand between two of the chains, Kinsey lifted her arms up with only a slight twinge of ache from the one Nelson had dislocated. A moment later, Logan pressed fur-lined cuffs into her palms. She grabbed hold of the cuffs then heard the soft snick as they were clipped to the chains.

  Her heartbeat picked up and a shiver of fear worked its way through her body, but did not let go. She was determined to show her Masters that she was equal to whatever they asked of her.

  Logan smiled at her before mouthing, “Good girl,” before leaning in and giving her a short, intense kiss.

  When Drake said nothing, she realized the normal rules of the household had been lifted, at least for this evening. When a hand smoothed down her back and then back up again to gently massage her shoulders, she leaned into them with a sigh.

  “Such a good girl you are. Now your only job is to hold tight onto those cuffs,” Drake said softly as his hands slid down and around her chest to palm her breasts. “Whatever happens, do not let go of the cuffs.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  While Drake played with her breasts and upper body, warming and arousing her skin with to his touch, Logan was busy on her lower body, running his hands up and down her legs, and close to, but not quite touching her pussy and ass. It was not long before she was jerking on her chains, and whimpering for more as she could feel her orgasm just on the horizon. A few more seconds and she would be flying.

  That was when all touching stopped. “Please, oh please Masters,” she whined.

  Logan stood up and ran a single fingertip down her nose. “You are so cute when you beg,” he said with a smirk.

  She watched as he took a condom from Drake and rolled it down over his erect cock. The head and entire shaft was deep red, telling her he was feeling the same tight need that she did. Then Logan moved out of sight and Drake stepped in front of her. He, too, made a show of covering his cock, only he added a thick layer of lube to it as well.

  Then he turned away and Logan was back. His golden-brown eyes looked deep into hers as he wrapped his big hands around her hips. He lifted her up and toward him. She felt the head of his cock draw a line down her lower belly from bellybutton to the top of her clit. “Wrap your legs around me, sweets,” he ordered softly.

  Her hands squeezed the cuffs as her legs came up and encircled his body. His hands shifted from her hips to her ass. Then she felt his cock probing at her wide, open pussy entrance. She sucked a breath, and then released it on a whining sigh when he lowered her down until she fully encased his cock. With the plug still filling her ass, she felt too full.

  He held her then and looked deep into her eyes. “How you feeling, sweets?”

  She had to fight the frothy pink arousal to find words. “I’m good. Now move.”

  “Don’t you dare, boy,” Drake growled from behind her. A moment later, she fel
t his warmth press against her back as he laid a trail of kisses across her shoulder. “No one moves until is say so.”

  “Yes, Master,” Kinsey and Logan said together.

  Kinsey made a keening sound as the plug was pulled from her ass. It felt strange to be empty after being filled for the past several hours. But that feeling did not last long as Drake’s cock pushed through her outer ring of muscle. Once the head was inside her, he eased deeper, slowly fucking his way until he was in her fully.

  Held between the two men, all Kinsey could do was hold tight to the cuffs in her hands, and feel. Feel their strength. Feel their protectiveness. Feel their bodies fill hers in the most elemental way on earth.

  “Please, Masters. Please fuck me now,” Kinsey begged as tears came out of nowhere and overflowed.

  “Shhh, baby, everything’s going to be all right,” Drake crooned over her shoulder as he slid out until only the head remained inside her body.

  Then, using a coordinated effort Kinsey’s befuddled brain could not comprehend, Logan pulled out as Drake filled her. They moved her back and forth between them, one pushing forth, the other retreating. Filling her, loving her, and claiming her for their very own.

  As their movements grew faster and rougher, her arousal reached its peak and held there, waiting for and needing one last touch to put her over the edge.

  Then a finger stroked over her clit. “Come, baby, give us all you’ve got.”

  With that, Kinsey flew, shouting to the heavens, “I love you, Masters. Oh, God, I love you so.”

  * * * *

  Kinsey’s announcement to the world of her love and trust sent Drake’s orgasm charging through his body like a bull heading to a field full of ripe cows. “Now, boy. Come with me,” he ordered through gritted teeth as his hips jerked and his seed filled the condom.

  He felt Logan’s cock jerk on the other side of the thin membrane that separated them as his boy joined them in the nirvana brought on by loving orgasms.