by Reece Butler
Katie nodded, grimacing. Keith crossed one arm and rested his elbow on it, tapping his chin with his fist.
“What did your inventory turn up?”
“Forty years’ worth of rare and beautiful wood. Some of it can no longer be found. Thirty-inch wide boards, two inches thick. The colors and patterns…” She stopped, thinking he’d laugh at her enthusiasm.
“Did you, by any chance, keep a copy of your inventory? Or does this uncle have it?”
Gran had told her to keep the information to herself for the time being.
“I’m the only one who has a copy. I took pictures of the best pieces.”
“I knew you were smart. I might want to buy the whole lot.”
“I’ll send an e-mail to my grandmother to say you’re interested. Gran loves beauty and hates waste. If she knows the pieces will go to a good home she might even pay you to clear out the storage barns.”
“Thank you. We would use some of the more unusual wood, even if small, to fashion paddles and the like. They’ll be custom ordered, and cherished.” He stood, towering over her. A look of devilry crept over his face. “Come by our workshop and I’ll show you some of our furniture.”
“That won’t be necessary, Uncle Keith. I will show Katie everything she needs.”
Katie turned, recognizing the voice. “Sam? What are you doing here? Lila said she’d bring me home.”
Sam strode across the carpet. He put his arm around her and kissed her forehead. “I picked up a couple of hitchhikers with a broken-down rental. They were hungry for some of Aunt Marci’s cooking.” He looked at his uncle. “You might remember them. Dax Smith and Hunter Jones.”
Keith barely raised an eyebrow. “The boys came home for the haying?”
“Yep. Time to go home, Katie.”
She did not like being ordered around like a child. Unlike Marci and the others, she had not promised to obey anyone.
“I’m not ready to go. I’m hungry and want to eat.” She turned to Keith. “I’d love to see your special furniture. It will give me a good idea of what your needs are.”
“What about my needs?” murmured Sam in her ear.
Her pussy twinged. Heat rose up her chest. But she would not be pushed around.
“Sam, this is business. Your uncle’s interested in buying building materials from my family’s company.”
“If you want to see a playroom full of furniture, Katie, I’ll show you ours.”
“I didn’t see any weird furniture.” Comprehension dawned. “The locked room?”
“Yep. We’ll give you a practical demonstration.”
He patted her bottom suggestively. Her pussy purred in response.
Chapter 21
Trey kept shaking his head at the way Sam was behaving. He knew something had happened as soon as he and Katie arrived home. Sam had laughed while they’d unpacked the truck. It wasn’t until Sam told Katie about picking up Dax and Hunter that it clicked.
Sam had finally driven past where their father had died. He’d faced his past and was ready to move on. He now looked, and acted, as if he might actually enjoy life at some point. Trey wasn’t going to say anything to jinx the situation. No matter what happened with Katie, she would always have his blessing. If she needed anything, at any time, he’d be there.
After emptying the truck they’d turned to the care parcels Aunt Marci had sent. Both Sam and Katie were excited about opening up the playroom. Sam had even laughed while they’d unpacked the truck. He and Sam had devoured the food while Katie changed, and then they started looking for the key. Trey figured it had to be in the master bedroom. Sam knocked on the closet walls, sure there was another entrance to the room so their parents didn’t have to walk down the hallway to get to it.
Trey pulled out all the dresser drawers, checking the sides and bottom of each. He was on the last, ready to toss it aside in frustration when he saw it. There, hanging from a cup hook inside the back of the dresser, was a skeleton key.
“Ha! I knew it had to be here!” He held it up in triumph.
“Oh, thank goodness,” said Katie. Because she was small, she’d volunteered to check under the bed. He admired her well-curved ass as she scrambled out from under the bed.
“Find anything interesting?” he asked.
“A handful of change, two toy cars, and one pink Barbie shoe.” She sat, cross-legged, as she dusted herself off. “And proof you never clean under the bed.”
“You wound me.” He placed his hand over his heart. “I vacuumed under that bed not more than a year ago. Or maybe two,” he added. He held up the key. “Shall we?”
Sam plucked it out of Trey’s hand. “I say the lady does the honors.” He held it out to Katie.
The three of them trooped down the hallway to a door Trey was sure hadn’t been opened since before his mother moved out. He remembered what was behind the door, though. It had left him goggle-eyed as a teen. As an adult, with a sexy, feisty woman at his side, he couldn’t wait to get in. She had to wiggle the key to get the door open. As there were no windows, the room was dark. Sam reached in and flipped a switch. Bright overhead lights made them blink.
“If it’s supposed to be a dungeon, why is it so bright?” asked Katie.
“Safety when setting up. It’s on a rheostat.” Sam turned a dial and the lights dimmed, then brightened again.
“What is all this stuff?” Katie stepped into the room.
She frowned as she looked around. Everything was covered with sheets. By unspoken agreement he and Sam began lifting them off, bundling them to reduce the amount of dust. Katie wandered around, silent, until they finished.
“Not bad for being left for years,” said Trey.
“We’ll have to check the integrity of everything before we use it,” said Sam. He turned to Katie. “You’re not to clean in here until I say so.”
“The furniture looks pretty sturdy.”
Katie ran her fingers over a padded spanking bench. Trey doubted she knew what it was. But she would soon, if he had any control over the situation. He could see her getting up close and personal with the Saint Andrew’s cross and bondage table.
“We’ve never used this equipment,” said Sam. “No one touches it until we know it’s secure. Understand?”
“Big brother, the safety nut,” said Trey.
Katie approached the bed.
“The head and footboard are the same as the one in the master bedroom,” she said. “It’s an interesting design with all those rings, but I’d prefer a padded headboard so I could sit up to read in bed.”
Trey shared an amused glance with Sam. He also liked a padded headboard, but not for reading. It was useful for bracing a woman’s head against when he grabbed her hips and thrust into her from behind. Or, she could hold onto it for balance while kneeling over his face. He was sure they could make a pad that slipped in front of the metal headboard.
Katie walked past the footboard and stopped at the corner. Her eyebrows went up. She leaned forward. Metal rattled against metal.
“Handcuffs?”
Sam moved behind her. He put one hand on her shoulder, near her neck. She exhaled, leaning into him. With his thumb by her scapula and his fingers over her clavicle, Sam could easily control her. Trey doubted Katie realized what her easy acceptance of Sam’s dominance meant. He and Sam knew. By accepting the control, even leaning into him, Katie showed submissive tendencies.
“These are more for show,” said Trey. “The real ones would be over there.”
He walked to the wall facing the hallway. The wide, shallow cupboard contained clothesline rope and clothespins, still in their original packaging, and a pair of crash scissors. No self-respecting kinkster ever used rope without a pair of safety scissors nearby.
“I remember Uncle Keith and Uncle Eric cleaning this out,” said Trey quietly.
His aunts had stayed with his mom, who was still in shock. So were they all. The cabinet had contained whips, paddles, floggers, canes, and more, al
l carefully displayed. That reminded him that they’d have to get a flogger for Katie. He figured she was a thuddy person. With their help and encouragement, she’d learn to appreciate the sting as well. He thought she might enjoy a taste of bondage.
He ripped the plastic covering off the rope. It was cotton, and soft, perfect for a beginner. He held it up. Katie’s eyes were the size of saucers. Sam squeezed, turning Katie and urging her forward, keeping his hand on her shoulder. He stopped her near the foot of the bed.
“These rings, and the poles, are anchors,” said Sam.
“Anchors?”
“To anchor your hands and feet so you can’t move,” said Trey. Though her eyes were wide and her mouth open, Trey was sure the blush heating her ears was due to arousal. She certainly didn’t try to get away. “Care to try it out?”
“Are you joking?”
“We don’t joke about play,” said Sam.
“What would you do?”
“First, we’d get you naked,” said Trey. “We’d blindfold you so you won’t know what’s coming next, and put you on your back. We’d tie you down, spread-eagled, and then…” He paused, wanting to see her reaction.
She panted, her mouth open, nostrils and eyes wide. “And then?”
“And then we’d do whatever we wanted.” Trey’s eager cock encouraged him to push her. He lowered his voice suggestively. “Kissing, and licking, and sucking, and nibbling, and—”
“Whoa! I get the picture!”
“—until you can’t stand it any longer. After your orgasm we’d turn you over and start again.”
“Oh, my lord,” she whispered.
Sam leaned close to her ear. “Not tonight, and maybe not tomorrow. But soon, certainly before you leave, you are going to experience this room.”
Typical for Katie, she bristled, pulling away and glaring. The twin nipples pushing out her shirt said what she really felt.
“Is that a threat?” she demanded.
“No, Katie,” said Sam, slow and deep. He lifted an eyebrow. “It’s a promise.”
* * * *
Katie had been aroused since she entered the playroom that afternoon. Sam’s hand on her shoulder, almost curving around her neck, made her feel secure and wanted. The men had gone to the barn and she’d e-mailed Gram about Keith Adams’s suggestion for the stored wood. She hadn’t officially presented the inventory or photos, but as she’d e-mailed them to herself, one word from Gram and she’d show them to Keith. She couldn’t help mentioning what a great group of people lived in Climax and how much she’d miss them.
She’d wanted to read a book and play with herself, but had to start supper. The men had eaten, she’d cleared the table, and yet they didn’t leave. Nor did they say boo or make a move toward her.
If they didn’t touch her soon she was going to take her book and her fingers to bed!
She gave a quick glance over her shoulder. Both men still stared at her like predatory lions, hungrily waiting for her to step one foot into their cage so they could grab her and devour her. A shiver of anticipation skittered down her spine, swept between her legs and exploded in her pussy. She pressed her thighs together, hoping they wouldn’t notice. She’d put on a pair of Marci’s snug yoga pants, without panties. She liked that they were stretchy. She hadn’t thought about them clinging to every curve and valley, and pulling tight between her cheeks. Every step made the seam rub over her clit, pussy, and backside.
“Don’t you have chores to do?”’
“Yep.” That was Trey. “Just waitin’ for you so we can get to ’em.”
She paused. “You want me to help in the barn?”
“The barn can wait. You, however, can’t.” Sam sounded like a lion growling in anticipation of a feast.
“Why?”’
The tension in the air suddenly deepened. The scrape of a wooden chair being pushed back made her gasp.
“It’s Sunday,” said Sam. “Next week will be very busy, for all of us.”
“So?”
Slow, steady footsteps approached. She tensed. A very tall, very male body came up right behind her. Heat radiated through her back. He’d showered before supper. A trace of masculine soap lingered, though it was his own scent that surrounded her.
“So, tonight we are going to use that rope.” Sam’s hot breath warned her before teeth nipped the cord on the left side of her neck. “We’re going to show you what happens when a woman can’t say no.”
“Can’t?”
“Chooses not to,” he amended. His hands rested on her shoulders for a moment, letting her get used to his touch before sliding down her arms to the water. “You’re finished here.”
“But—”
Sam turned her to face the room. “Remember, you can change your color at any time. Just say the word.”
Trey held out a drying cloth. He motioned for her to put her hands in them. Expecting he would dry them for her, she placed them where he gestured. Instead, he twisted the cloth, capturing her hands. The towel was long enough that he could tie the ends in a knot.
“What are you doing?”
“Ranchers don’t need metal handcuffs,” said Trey by way of explanation. “Not when they know how to tie knots.”
“But—”
“Rule number one,” said Sam gruffly. “No words, other than red, yellow, or green. Do you understand?”
“How many rules are there?”
“One, for now. We’ll add them on as necessary,” said Trey.
“Why would they be necessary?”
“Because rules make life more interesting.” Sam’s big hand caressed her bottom. “More enjoyable.” He tapped it lightly, as if in warning. “For all of us.”
“What happens if I don’t like the rules?”
“You have your colors. Are you ready, Katie?”
She licked dry lips. “Ready for what?”
“You already know the answer to that. State your color, and say no more.”
They were going to do to her what they’d said earlier. Strip her naked, tie her down on her back using those weird holes in the bedframe, and then torture her with pleasure. She took a breath. This was it. Every day away from her family brought a chance for adventure. She tilted her head to look over her shoulder at Sam.
“Green.”
A deep growl reached her ears before Sam swooped her into his arms and strode for the stairs. The gurgling of water behind her suggested Trey had pulled the plug on the sink, just as he’d pulled the plug on her sanity!
Sam carried her into the dim playroom. Someone had moved lamps around, creating a totally different atmosphere. He set her on her feet, pulled something from his back pocket, and a moment later she was blindfolded. It was if her hearing suddenly increased. The crisp snap as shirt buttons popped, the unmistakable clank of a belt buckle opening, quickly followed by a zipper descending.
She imagined him naked. Hard and wanting. Her pussy almost ached. It felt…wide. And wet. And needy. Quick footsteps entered the room, then the sounds of clothes being shed was repeated.
She waited as the dishcloth was untied and her T-shirt and bra removed. Her hands were roped together and lifted. Two mouths, one for each breast, attacked. She wasn’t suspended but if they hadn’t held her hands immobile the pressure of their mouths on her breasts, and her desire to push forward to encourage them, might have knocked her sideways.
One breast was suddenly cold, the mouth gone. Hands slid inside her yoga pants at each side of her hips. They slipped down her legs, taking her pants with them. Not wanting to have lines, she’d not put underwear on underneath. A swift intake of breath proved it was a surprise. Both breasts were now being ignored. She arched her back to suggest more action.
“Katie already knows rule number two,” said Trey. She knew it was him by the laugh in his voice. “No panties makes for easy access. Did Lila and Jane tell you about that one?”
She pressed her lips tight to avoid speaking. Her friends had also made sure she knew the
usual punishment for misbehavior. She didn’t think spanking was something she wanted, though she was open to persuasion. Her hands were released.
Trey’s easy laugh came from her feet in front. “How much do you bet they also told Katie what happens when you break the rules.” A pair of huge hands caressed her bottom, his rough calluses stroking her tender skin. She relaxed under his touch until she remembered she had a pimple. Would he notice?
“What’s got Katie all tense?” murmured Sam. “Time to do something about that.”
Trey clasped her ankles and drew them apart. She rocked back and forth, keeping her balance, until her feet were farther apart than her shoulders. He squeezed, which she took to mean she wasn’t to move them. One of Sam’s hand slid around to her belly. He toyed with her, circling her belly button and then dropping to her curls, almost to her clit, and back up again.
She clenched her teeth and made a noise of aggravation. It wasn’t a word, so it shouldn’t count.
“Someone’s getting impatient,” said Trey. “Want something more, Katie?”
She didn’t like hearing his satisfaction at her torment. She would be patient if it killed her! A finger finally touched her clit. She exhaled a sigh. He tapped once then continued the journey. Two fingers, one inside each set of lips, slid over her, tantalizing and arousing.
“Katie’s ready.”
Sam had no sooner said the words than she was lifted into the air. Hands around her ribs carried her, then tossed her on the bed. She landed on her back, arms and legs wide. The bed dipped as Sam’s hard body covered her from hips to chest. She got her hands free, but only for a moment. Trey looped ropes around her wrists and tugged them up and out. Sam shifted, and soon her ankles were the same. She had a few inches of leeway with her hands and feet, enough that she could pull her elbows to her shoulders and twist her hips a bit.
“Dessert is served.”
Trey, or Sam? Her senses were suddenly overwhelmed with lips and tongues and mouths and fingers. She gasped, writhing and whimpering. None of it made any difference. They did what they wanted. And oh, did it feel good! Time was suspended. Nothing mattered but sensation.