The Trouble with Holly [Merricks, Montana 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by McKinlay Thomson

  Chase’s jeans were rough against her bare legs and crotch, unlike the smooth flannel pressing against her breasts.

  When she felt his callused palms rub against her back and move down to her bare butt, she pressed closer. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to move away from his touch or closer. All she knew was that it felt good and felt right, and Holly wasn’t in any rush to leave Chase’s embrace.

  Much too soon for Holly’s liking, Chase lifted his head. He didn’t let her go, though, and she was more aware than ever of his holding one butt cheek in each warm hand.

  “I can’t get enough of you, baby,” he said. “But Jarrod is waiting.”

  Holly looked over her shoulder at Jarrod. He was still standing in the same spot with his big arms crossed. His expression was passion filled and his eyes soft with lust. She was surprised to see that her kiss with Chase had turned him on, and it had if the bulge in his pants was anything to go by.

  “Hands and knees on the rug, Holly,” he told her. “Legs apart, resting your shoulders on the ground. Tuck your cast under your stomach.”

  Holly pulled from Chase’s arms and walked toward the rug. She rallied her courage and dropped to her knees. When she was in position, Holly thrust out her ass and spread her legs.

  With her shoulders and face down on the rug, Holly’s butt was high and her pussy was exposed. Chase and Jarrod would be able to see all her private bits, laid out for their gaze. She could feel the cool frigid air against her warm lips and across her puckered hole.

  “Fucking beautiful,” Jarrod swore. “You have a gorgeous pink pussy, sweetheart. I can’t wait until I’m balls deep inside it.”

  Holly’s heart went wild at his words. She couldn’t wait for that moment either.

  “Fuck yes,” Chase added. “So plump and moist and ripe.”

  “Time to get started,” Jarrod said. “Then we will give your hot little pussy some attention.”

  Holly felt her juices flood out to coat her lips. Her body was on fire from Jarrod and Chase’s words. She was never going to survive this.

  Her whole body jumped when she felt Jarrod place his hand on her backside and gently rub his palm in large, comforting circles. She didn’t need to be an expert in BDSM to know that pain would soon follow.

  She squeezed her eyes closed and braced herself for the first smack on her bottom.

  “Relax, sweetheart,” Jarrod said. “It will go easier of you do.”

  Holly wasn’t sure about that. It wasn’t his ass about to be roasted, and she was sure he had never been in this position. She relaxed her back and unclenched her eyes.

  “If it gets too much,” Jarrod went on. “Your safe word is red. Say yellow, if you need to slow down. Understand?”

  “Yes.” She stayed in position and took a big breath. Just as she started to let it out, Jarrod’s hand lifted and landed back onto her butt with a resounding slap.

  Holly was surprised at just how much the sting hurt. She knew that Jarrod wouldn’t go easy on her, but she also didn’t think it would hurt as much as it did.

  Slap, slap, slap. Jarrod slapped each cheek, one after the other, and Holly felt her ass jiggle and bounce each time his palm connected with her flesh. Her butt soon turned hot, and each new slap slammed through her body and settled in her clit. Her nipples hardened and her breath became shallow.

  Holly tried to analyze the new sensations storming through her body, but Jarrod’s unrelenting hand prevented any intelligent thoughts from entering her brain.

  Slap, slap, slap. Jarrod kept slapping. One after the other until her ass was on fire and tears leaked from her eyes. Her clit was throbbing and her juices started running down the inside of her thighs.

  Just when Holly thought she couldn’t take anymore and her arousal was starting to wane, the spanking stopped. She lay panting, her breath robbed from her body.

  “It’s over, sweetheart,” Jarrod said, gently rubbing his palm along her back. “You did real well. I’m very proud of you.”

  Holly couldn’t help but bask in his approval. She had taken her first spanking and she had even enjoyed it. Parts of her had anyway. The rest of her was thinking thank fuck that was over.

  * * * *

  Jarrod smiled down at Holly, still in position, her red ass high and a fine sheen of sweat covering her delectable body. His palm was hot from spanking her, but it was worth the small amount of discomfort. She had done well, better than he thought, and he was proud of her.

  He hadn’t held back because it was her first time. He had given her the full dose, and her red cheeks were a testament to his efforts. They needed to break down the walls she had erected to protect herself from hurt. Now they would work at building her self-esteem back up. They wouldn’t stop until Holly saw herself as they did. A beautiful woman inside and out.

  They were going to worship her body, every day for the rest of their lives if that’s what it took. Jarrod cursed Steve and his stupidity. How any man could see Holly’s voluptuous curves as anything other than sexy was beyond him.

  Holly was perfection in his eyes. Her round, full bottom stuck high in the air, with her little pink womanhood coated with her arousal was a sight that had him so hard, he could pound nails.

  She had thick thighs that he was sure would grab onto his waist as he drove into her. Holly’s rounded stomach would provide ample cushioning, and he could let loose knowing that he wouldn’t hurt her with the force of his passion.

  Then there were her breasts. God, a man could bury his face in her cleavage and never come out. He wanted to see them bounce and jiggle about as he gently whipped them with his crop. Her nipples harder than diamonds, he would attach clamps and watch her face as the pain morphed into pleasure.

  But he was getting away with himself. Holly wasn’t ready for all that yet. First, Chase and Jarrod had to show her how a real man treated his woman. After they gave her at least two or three orgasms, only then would they take their pleasure deep inside her body.

  “Roll over, sweetheart,” Jarrod said. “It’s time for some loving.”

  Jarrod and Chase helped Holly roll onto her back and then positioned her arm out to the side. Once they had checked she was comfortable, Jarrod looked her body over.

  Holly lay demurely with her eyes closed and her legs closed tighter. He chuckled to himself and grabbed an ankle in each of his hands.

  “You aren’t to hide yourself from us, remember? When we are alone like this you will be open and available to us. Emotionally and physically.”

  Jarrod gently pried her legs apart, bent her knees, and placed her heels close to her bottom. Then he waited, looking down at her from his kneeling position near her feet.

  Come on, sweetheart, you can do it, he said to himself as he waited for her to open herself up to his stronger will.

  Surely enough, Holly opened her knees ever so slowly until her legs touched the blanket and her pussy was showing. Jarrod continued to wait. He wasn’t going to rush her, but she was going to follow his commands.

  Chase knelt next to her head, his hands fisted on his jean-clad legs, his knuckles almost white. Jarrod could see the desperation on his face. Chase was every bit as impatient to touch their woman as Jarrod, but they needed to stay in control. Their inner Doms demanded it.

  Holly pulled in a large breath, and her breasts wiggled as she did. Jarrod’s smile damned well nearly split his face when her hazel eyes opened and she peeked up at him, before they swung over to Chase.

  “Good girl,” Chase said, slowly unbuttoning his flannel shirt and then pulling it from his body. Jarrod quickly followed until they were both as naked as she was and ready to move forward.

  “Wow, er…I mean…um,” Holly said, stumbling over her words. She was looking at their bodies, her eyes swinging back and forth between the two of them.

  Jarrod smiled a predatory smile and reached down to take his hard length in his hand. He watched her eyes as he slowly stroked himself, up and down.

  Holly’s
eyes turned green with lust and her lips parted as she puffed out little breaths. Chase moved to lay along her side, naked and every bit as hard as Jarrod.

  “Kiss me, baby,” Chase said, turning her face toward him and lowering his head to capture her lips with his own. When Chase reached out to palm one of her breasts in his large hand, Jarrod heard Holly moan low, her body shifting to get closer to Chase’s touch.

  Jarrod grunted his approval and then lay down on his stomach, his face inches from Holly’s welcoming heat. Drawing in a breath through his nose, the unique smell of her musk hit his senses, and his cock grew even harder.

  He couldn’t wait anymore to taste her. Lowering his head, he licked his way from her puckered opening, all the way up until he hit her little bud.

  Jarrod placed his hands on her hips to hold her still, as she bucked under his mouth. He used one hand to pull back her lips and expose her pearly clit.

  Fuck, she was hot. Jarrod dove in like a madman and suckled, licked, and bit, until Holly was panting and moaning into Chase’s mouth.

  Freeing her hips, he slowly entered her with one long finger. Heat surrounded him immediately, engulfing his digit in hot wet flesh. Holly’s hips bucked again and the walls of her channel tightened, gripping him with a force that was surprisingly strong.

  “That’s it, sweetheart,” he said, lifting his head to look at her over the top of her pubic bone. “Let it all go. No one can hear you.”

  He lowered his head once more, tasting her flavor on his tongue. It exploded on his taste buds, sweet and spicy, and all Holly. Jarrod added another finger to her channel and curled them until he hit the little soft sponge and sucked her clit into his mouth at the same time.

  She drove her hips high to meet him, breaking her mouth away from Chase and arching her neck back. She opened her mouth on a silent cry, and Jarrod knew she was moments away from release.

  “Pinch her nipples, Chase,” Jarrod told his brother. “She’s so close.”

  Jarrod added a third finger and drove into her tight heat with force. His fingers stretched her channel, and her juices coated his fingers and palm.

  Chase reached over and squeezed her nipples, pulling and tugging on them until they were hard red buds. Holly was thrashing about, mindless of her surroundings, placing all her trust in Chase and Jarrod’s skillful hands.

  Jarrod tongued her clit once more and gently bit down, as he drove his fingers up into her pussy and Chase squeezed her nipples hard. Holly screamed her release, her body shaking and the muscles of her pussy clamping tight on his fingers.

  Jarrod was so turned on by her the strength of the orgasm they had provided, that he almost came with her shooting his load onto the blanket. Only through sheer will was he able to hold it back.

  He continued his ministrations as Holly rode out her orgasm and Chase gently suckled on her abused nipples. When she lay panting and spent, only then did Jarrod lift his head.

  Rising to his knees to tower over her, Jarrod looked down at Holly all flushed red and covered in a sheen of sweat. She had one arm flung across her eyes, and her chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath she took. Her legs lay open, limp against the blanket.

  Jarrod smiled. She was too sated to hide her charms from them, and she was in for a shock if she thought they were anywhere near finished.

  Jarrod looked over at his brother. He lay along Holly’s side, his naked flesh in his hand squeezing the steam to stop his impending release. Jarrod smiled, glad to see he wasn’t the only one affected by Holly’s arousal.

  “You have got to taste her,” Jarrod said. “She is fucking amazing.”

  “Don’t say that,” Holly said, not removing her arm from her eyes.

  “Why not, it’s the truth,” he told her. She would just have to get used to them talking about her that way. They were both very vocal and loved to talk dirty in the bedroom, or in this case, the field.

  “Move over, Jarrod,” Chase said, rising from his position and nudging him out of the way. “Holly needs some more attention. I don’t think she is convinced of our intentions yet.”

  “What intentions are those?” Holly asked. Jarrod moved to her side and took one of her nipples in his fingers and gave it a gentle pinch. She sucked in a breath, and shifted around.

  The sudden smack to her inner thigh had her lifting her head to glare at Chase, as Jarrod snapped his head toward his brother.

  “No moving,” Chase told her, his voice deep and unyielding. “Jarrod and I intend to make you ours in every possible way. Until there is no more you, me and Jarrod, there is just us.”

  Chapter Ten

  Chase looked at the handprint he had left on the inside of Holly’s thigh. She marked easily and Chase couldn’t help but stare down at his brand. He wanted to mark her permanently. Maybe a tat of some kind, just above her pubic bone.

  She was amazing when she came. Her body arched and her scream was damned near deafening. He had to squeeze his cock, so he didn’t shoot off and ruin their fun. Saying that, Holly was that damned arousing that it wouldn’t be long before he was back in the game.

  He couldn’t wait to get her to the club and show her off. Tie her ample body over a spanking bench and mark her body with his favorite flogger.

  He would give her a sensual flogging until she was panting and begging for them to let her orgasm. One stroke on her pussy would send her spiraling over the edge and into heaven.

  Chase wasn’t a sadist and left the darker side of the lifestyle alone, but he was into bondage and spanking. Loved his paddles and floggers, but left the whips alone.

  He loved to tie his subs up and just look at them. Watch them shiver with nerves as they waited for his next move. He hoped Holly was receptive to bondage. No time like the present to find out.

  “Jarrod,” Chase said. “Hand me my belt.”

  Jarrod didn’t ask questions, just reached over for Chase’s Wranglers and started to slide the belt through the loops. Holly, on the other hand, panicked.

  “What, no,” she said, sitting up and trying to move away from him. “You are not smacking me with that thing. No way in hell.”

  Chase grabbed onto her ankle and pulled her back toward him. She had rolled to her hands and knees and was trying to scramble across the blanket.

  It took Chase little effort at all to pull her back, dragging her closer and then pinning her to the blanket with his bulkier weight. The air whooshed out of her as he came down on top.

  “Calm down, baby,” he said. “Now.”

  When she froze at his deep, uncompromising tone, Chase lifted his weight from her. Not so much that she could get away, but so she could at least breathe.

  “That’s better,” he told her. “Now—”

  “Yellow.” The words flew from her mouth to smack him in the face. They definitely needed to work on trust. At least she had used the word for slow down, not stop. “I don’t want you to smack me with that.”

  “Holly,” he said. “I am very proud of you for using your colors, even though you just tried to run first. Hopefully your instinct will soon be to safe word first before you try and run, but I understand that trust has to be earned and you are new to D/s. Now I don’t want you to talk from now on, unless I ask you a question. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she answered.

  “Yes, what?” Jarrod asked.

  “Yes, Sir?” Chase smiled. She said it so hesitatingly that he wasn’t sure if she was asking them if she was right or not.

  “Good, sweetheart,” Jarrod said. He hadn’t moved from his side, still lying down with his head resting on his palm. Jarrod winked at Holly when she looked over at him. Chase knew his brother was trying to lighten the mood and relax Holly, despite Chase exerting his control over her.

  “In the future I won’t explain myself to you,” Chase told her. “But today I will. I wasn’t going to and never will use a belt on you. Unless it is something you would like to explore. I am going to use the belt, however, to tie your arms
together.”

  Chase squeezed her lips together when she drew in a breath to speak. “No speaking, little sub. I would hate to have to punish you, when we have moved on to the fun stuff.”

  Chase lifted himself off Holly and moved to kneel by her head. He gently took her cast wrist and placed it above her head. Taking her other arm, Chase moved it until her arms ran parallel to each other. He then took the belt and wrapped it around her arms and looped it through the buckle.

  The position made her back arch slightly and caused her breasts high into the air. Holly was a vision for the senses. Her legs were parted and bent at the knee with her feet flat on the ground. Her curly blonde hair was wild as it framed her face, and her cheeks were flushed and pink.

  “Comfortable?” he asked, watching her closely for any signs of her wrist paining her.

  “No, Sir,” she answered. “All good.” Her voice was husky and filled with need.

  Chase could wait no longer. He had to be inside her, but they still owed her another orgasm. He moved down her body and lay on his stomach, just like his brother had done before.

  “My turn to taste this succulent flower.”

  Chase didn’t waste time warming her up. She was still primed and ready. He thrust two fingers high into her channel as he dipped his head and ran his tongue flat across her swollen clit.

  “Oh god, please,” she cried. “Yes, so good, please.”

  When she arched her back further and gave a cry of need, Chase lifted her legs over his broad shoulders and used all his skill and knowledge to work Holly’s arousal higher and higher.

  Chase knew that Jarrod had joined in, when her moans became muffled. He peeked up to watch as Jarrod kissed her passionately and played with her nipples.

  “Chase, please,” she said. “I’m so close, so close. I need…”

  Chase wasted no time in bringing her to release and when she clamped down on his fingers, he worked her clit harder, and ran his thumb across her forbidden entrance. The new sensation forced her into another explosive orgasm, and Chase slowly started to bring her back down.