Wyatt tugged off her pants, leaving her in just her undergarments. She reached to the sides, hoping to cover herself with a sheet or pillow.
“Now what’re you doing?” Wyatt stared down at her, all male dominance. A thrill ran through her body, a new kind of fear, one she wanted to explore. She was outside of her body, floating, experiencing everything as a voyeur.
“Covering myself?”
Both men glanced at each other, appearing dumbfounded. Had they never met an insecure woman before? Perhaps they were only used to equally perfect cowgirls.
“Why?” asked Ethan.
He was ruining her sexual high, forcing her to face her insecurities when she’d rather ignore them. “Because I’m ashamed of my body,” she blurted, upset she had to spell it out for them. “Or haven’t you noticed I’m not exactly bikini material?” She usually wasn’t so forward or blatant, but it wasn’t right for them to pretend to be clueless. It only made her feel worse about herself.
“She’s not even green broke,” said Wyatt, whatever that meant. “Rachel, I don’t know what women in the city strive for these days, but I promise you that simple men like us most certainly appreciate a woman with plenty of curves.”
“You’re perfect. Soft and lush. Everything a woman should be.” Ethan propped a knee on the mattress and leaned over her prone body. He peeled one cup of her bra down, exposing her throbbing nipple. “And I love these tits.” Ethan’s hot, wet mouth suckled her nipple like a starved infant, sending spikes of electricity coursing through her body like wildfire. She’d never felt anything so explosive, so pleasurable in all her life. Her other nipple was beaded so tight, she was ready to beg him to tend it. But as soon as the thought had entered her head, Wyatt descended over her other side and covered her areola with his mouth. His tongue was lively, making her pussy spasm uncontrollably. She watched the two heads covering her chest. It was so kinky, two different men engorging themselves on her breasts at once, one dark, one blond. She was surprised at how much she loved it.
Ethan began to move lower, trailing kisses along her heated skin. She’d never had good muscle tone, and when he reached her midriff, she tensed. Rachel forgot about her newfound pleasure and reached down to cover herself again. It had been a mistake. As soon as she covered her stomach with her arm, the men rose to attention.
“Not even green broke,” repeated Wyatt. “This’ll go on all night. Pass me some pig string.”
Ethan slipped away, only to return with a coil of thin yellow twine. She watched with rapt fascination, wondering what they planned next. When Wyatt lifted both her arms above her head, weaving the string in a precise manner around her wrists, she began to panic, her heart pounding in her ears. She tugged downward, but he’d already secured her to the frame of the bed. What were they going to do to her? Was she in danger? And the damn lights were still on!
“Struggling will only make it worse,” said Wyatt. He returned to his place beside her, lounging on his side. His shoulders were so broad that he blocked the other side of the trailer from her view entirely. “Calm down.”
“What are you doing? Please untie me.” She tugged again.
“You know the game, Rachel. We’ve only just begun. You’ll have to learn not to hide yourself from us.” Ethan slipped her panties clean off her legs. This is not happening. She felt tears begin to prick her eyes, her throat tight and tingly. It wasn’t so much the fear building up inside her because she’d dealt with it on a daily basis for so long. It was the humiliation, being bound and not able to cover her nudity.
Ethan attempted to part her legs at the knees. “Forgive me, darlin’. I’m not usually so forward, but when a man’s been sporting blue balls for the better part of the three seasons, he tends to act out of character when presented with such a treasure.” She fought him but failed. He was so powerful, easily spreading her thighs, exposing her moist pussy. She could have fought a little harder, but a big part of her was curious.
“She’s ripe, Wyatt. Soft and pink like a summer peach.”
She hadn’t even shaved her legs in a week. This was a living nightmare that just got worse by the second. Were these men that hard up for sex they’d put up with the likes of her?
“Look, you need to untie me. I’ll scream, you know.”
Wyatt smirked, painting patterns around her nipple with a fingertip. “That’s good. We intend for you to do a lot of screaming tonight.”
Before she could retort, the hot swipe of Ethan’s tongue lapped up her folds. Jason had never gone down on her, and it rarely entered her mind. Now that she had her first brief sample, she wanted more. She stopped complaining and focused on the feel of Ethan’s tongue exploring her cunt. He’d lap her pussy lips and fuck her with his tongue. His lips were magical, too, suckling her clit like a hard candy. It was so dirty, so forbidden, so perfect. She loved that these cowboys held nothing back. Rachel finally realized they didn’t make her feel ugly and fat but somehow…desirable.
“I can tell he really likes you, Rachel.” Wyatt reached into his back pocket and returned with a small silver knife. Her breath hitched as he let it gleam in the lamplight. “I’ve never seen him so anxious for pussy. He’s usually a master at self-denial.” He cut the center of her bra, effectively destroying it. The cups literally exploded to the sides, her huge breasts jiggling after losing their support.
He made no apologies. Wyatt’s skin was hot against her body. He smoothed his hand from her bound wrist, along the inside of her arm, and down her side. All along, Ethan was unfaltering, eating her pussy as if it was his last meal. It was such a raw torment, an addicting new experience she wanted to go on, and on, and on.
As she concentrated on nothing but the heat building in her cunt and Wyatt’s rough hands exploring her body, she realized she was no longer obsessed with her nudity or insecurities. She was just enjoying the moment, savoring all the wonderful new sensations. It was like a dream, something she expected to wake up from at any moment.
When her body began to quiver, she knew something monumental was about to take place. Waves of intense pleasure washed through her body, nearly drowning her. Her toes began to curl as the heat built to unbearable levels. Rachel thrashed her head from side to side, not knowing what to expect or how to handle it. She didn’t want to humiliate herself in front of these experienced men.
“She’s close,” said Wyatt, seeming to know her own body better than she did. “I can’t wait to see her peak.”
After speaking, Ethan responded by impaling a thumb into her pussy, his fingers wedged under her ass, teasing her nether hole. So many cells were roused to life. It was too much to handle, and she finally let go. For the first time.
The orgasm tore through her with the power of a freight train. She arched her back and fought with the string binding her to the bed. Ethan never let up, not offering her a moment of reprieve from the beautiful torture. He continued to latch on to her pussy, sucking her clit as the contractions throbbed deep in her core, startling her to life. Wyatt was beside her the whole time, watching her reactions as if fascinated by her lack of control. And control was the last thing on her mind.
It took her a while before she could emerge from the black void of complete exhaustion. She could have slept for a week. It was Wyatt’s voice that coaxed her back to the present.
“That was your first time, wasn’t it?”
She shook her head, her breathing still too heavy to attempt speech.
“I’m not talking about sex. That was the first time a man gave you an orgasm. Don’t lie.”
This time she nodded.
“Well, around here, that was called an appetizer. I hope you’re ready for more.”
Chapter Five
Wyatt was captivated by the timid brunette. He’d watched her come alive, going from insecure and reluctant to wanton and eager. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that she’d been sexually repressed. It pissed him off that such a beauty had been allowed to go unsatisfied for so long. He gu
essed her to be in her midtwenties, a decade younger, closer to Ethan’s age. But it was her innocence that had initially attracted him to her. She constantly stared at the ground or flinched when he moved too fast. The dominant male he kept locked up inside him wanted to teach her to come out of her shell. And he wanted to own her.
He supposed it was best to ignore such a futile urge. It would likely pass, like the excitement of a new toy to a child. Wyatt had worked hard to move up the ranks at the Iron Spur Ranch, now one of only a handful of foremen in charge of the entire operation. There wasn’t room for love or weakness. Or disappointment.
Damien was the ultimate role model, indulging in the D/s lifestyle but never committing to one woman. He’d recently celebrated his fortieth birthday, so Wyatt didn’t expect his boss to change his ways now. It was time for Wyatt to consider the same ideals, embrace the bachelor-for-life attitude, and not entertain disappointing long-term commitments. He’d learned long ago never to trust anyone but himself.
Night settled over the country, only blackness visible from the few windows in the trailer. If Damien decided to hire Rachel in the morning, it would be awkward having her around each day now that they’d crossed the line. He hadn’t considered the consequences of embracing a one-night stand with a woman who could potentially work side by side with him. Ethan assumed she was at the ranch after hearing about the private stable, but they were both wrong. There was no way Rachel came looking for sexual adventure. She was too green. A rarity. Wyatt wanted to keep her, not willing to share her with the other cowboys who’d come sniffing around tomorrow. But these new territorial urges weren’t helpful, only destructive. He had to keep his wits and remained detached.
When he’d come home from the fields, exhausted and weary, Rachel was like an oasis for his sight. Her big green eyes looked up at him with uncertainty, her waves of rich brown hair framing her sweet face. She had a flawless, pale complexion, reminding him of a porcelain doll, and he wondered if she ever smiled. He’d reacted to his base desires, moving in for the kill after Ethan’s initial advance. The scent of her readiness was like fresh blood to a wolf, and his common sense was shut out entirely.
“I’m tired,” she said. “Please untie me.”
They’d already got her past the first stage, so he didn’t think she needed to be bound any longer. He sliced through the pig string, freeing her. She immediately coiled her body, covering as much of her exposed flesh as possible. It was odd how she could be so receptive one moment and completely standoffish the next. He blamed the haze of lust. Once it settled, reality was often harder to digest—even for him.
She rubbed her wrists, her shyness reminding him of a girl much younger than her age. Good girls usually made him run the other way, so the protective instincts surfacing in him were unexpected. They demanded he shelter Rachel from the world. But she wasn’t his concern.
“She’s backpedaling, Wyatt.”
“I know.” He wasn’t sure what to do next, having never dealt with a woman giving such mixed signals. She’d come hard and fast. It should have been enough to keep her uninhibited for the rest of the night. Rachel was different, as if playing a role she wasn’t meant to play. “I think she needs training and a lot of it.” Why had she come to the Iron Spur Ranch? Was it for a taste of the BDSM lifestyle as Ethan believed, or was she genuinely looking for work? He was beginning to think the latter. She’d come to the wrong place. Or maybe she could benefit from a few private lessons. The girl certainly needed to come out of her shell. Wyatt didn’t like her unfounded insecurities. Women with bodies like Rachel’s usually flaunted their goods, knowing their every move made men drool. Not her. She needed a real man to show her just how desirable she was. He imagined it would take some hard convincing, but that was half the fun.
“I–I shouldn’t have come here,” she stammered.
“Didn’t you enjoy yourself, little lamb?” Wyatt could feel the war playing within her. She wanted what they offered but was programmed to refuse anything unconventional. The classic good girl. Or was there more to her than met the eye? Did she have secrets? Most of the staff at the ranch were running away from one thing or the other, finding a sense of family amongst the crew.
“I shouldn’t—”
“Hush,” he said, shifting to his hands and knees. His urge to spread her legs and fuck her flared inside him, testing his restraint. Should he take what he wanted or hold back? He battled a war of his own, one he usually never bothered to fight. “You think too much. Just close your eyes and enjoy the journey. I promise it’ll be the best trip of your life.”
* * * *
Rachel stared at the hulking, dark-haired male hovering over her. She could practically feel the heat radiating off him. If he lowered those impressive biceps a few more inches, they’d be pressed together, chest to chest. She yearned to reach out and touch him, to feel the muscles bunched up around his shoulders or run her hands through his hair. There were so many things she wanted to do, but as always, those desires stayed locked up in her head.
At least she knew she wasn’t abnormal. She’d just reached a peak so high she thought she may never float back down to reality. But knowing what her body was capable of was dangerous information. It made her feel reliant on these two men to bring her the same satisfaction over and over again. One sample and she was addicted. How could she return to a life of celibacy now?
Still, she was certain this one a one-time deal, whether she liked it or not. Men of Ethan’s and Wyatt’s caliber didn’t settle for anything less than perfection. So it was best to forget about orgasms and dreamy men and focus on why she’d come to the ranch in the first place. She had to start over, reinvent herself. To contemplate jumping back into something with little stability was a stupid move on her part, fuelled by insecurities and a desperate need for love and attention. The cowboys cast some sort of spell on her, making the world disappear, along with its consequences.
Wyatt leaned down and tongued the shell of her ear, the echo of his breath soothing her as it canceled out all other sound. “You need to stop hiding yourself from me, sweet thing. If I say I want to see it all, you need to obey.”
Obey? Why did the word turn her on rather than aggravate her? Comparing him to Jason was like apples to oranges. Wyatt attempted to peel her arms away from her chest and succeeded. Once she was exposed, he lowered his weight over her, keeping the majority propped on his forearms. He continued to kiss and nip her ear and the side of her neck, the intimacy making her spineless. Somehow Wyatt hit every erogenous zone, including ones she never knew existed. The pleasure lulled her back into submission, her tense muscles starting to unfold.
“Good girl,” he praised. His words fueled her, as if they had the power to sustain her longer than food and water. “But too shy.”
She glanced to the side of the bed. Ethan had completely undressed and now stood stroking his cock. It was huge and thick, a hard length of darkened flesh. He was so much larger than Jason, and the sight both intimidated and fascinated her. Did she dare to let him fuck her? Both of them?
“I think it’s cute,” said Ethan, joining them on the bed. “I’m tired of loud-mouthed cowgirls.” She briefly felt his erection graze the side of her leg. Her pussy instantly flooded with warmth, the liquid heat leaking down the inside of her leg. How many times could she become aroused in one night? Her energy was returning as if she hadn’t just had the orgasm of a lifetime.
“I’ll rid you of this shyness soon enough. But not tonight,” said Wyatt. He kissed her temple one time and then pulled off her body, the mattress rocking as he moved. “Let her have the blanket.”
Ethan looked as confused as she felt. She was certain Wyatt was only after one thing, so why back down in the heat of the moment? Rachel hadn’t said no. Was she that repulsive that he couldn’t even go through with fucking her? She felt like a prized heifer under an array of spotlights. All Rachel wanted to do was coil into herself and become invisible. This is my fault.
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sp; The cool descent of a sheet snapped her out of her dark thoughts. Ethan had covered her, and she was alone on the bed. “You best get some sleep. Work starts at first light around here.”
Yeah, like I’ll be able to sleep with the two of you feet away.
She’d just have to suck up her pride. She was used to men looking the other way and not paying her notice, so why did she care so much now? This was the first time she’d had a sexual experience outside of her long-term relationship with Jason, plus she was sinfully attracted to the two cowboys. It made perfect sense that she’d feel disappointed they were no longer interested. Or had she actually fallen for their charms and believed they were both genuinely attracted to her? For a twenty-eight-year-old woman she was more delusional than a psych-ward patient. Love took years to evolve, not hours or days.
The lights went out. Rachel rolled to her side and secured the cool sheet around her body. It smelled masculine, like rich, spicy cologne. The scent surrounded her just as the men had not long ago. Now she was alone and achy.
She wanted to go home, but where was home? She was too old to crawl back to her mother, and running back to Jason stopped being an option the moment she had decided enough was enough.
“Psst…” The bed creaked above her as Wyatt shifted on the upper bunk. “Don’t worry about tomorrow. I’ll make sure to recommend you to Damien.”
At least he wanted her around, which was more than she expected at this point. Ethan was likely more suspicious of her qualifications as he’d seen her perform firsthand. If she failed miserably on the roundup tomorrow, she may be heading back to the city sooner than she thought.
The trailer was so dark and quiet, the drone of crickets outside the only sound reminding her she was somewhere other than her apartment. This was the first night she’d slept elsewhere since moving in with Jason. It was scary, and she couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing. Why did she continually worry about his feelings after what he’d put her through? It was time to worry about her happiness, her future. A tear slipped down her cheek. She needed stability like a boat needed an anchor. Part of her felt dirty for what she’d just done with Ethan and Wyatt, but another part was excited for what tomorrow would bring. She was so confused, not sure what she was supposed to feel after being programmed for so long. Rachel had been told what to like, what to feel, and what to do for years. She felt like an empty shell with no substance, afraid to make a choice for herself.
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