The Buckle Bunnies Series Boxed Set (Volume 1)

by Tyler, Paige

  Dallas moaned in frustration. Anyone could handle that kind of spanking. Heck, she wasn't even sure what he was doing qualified as a spanking. If she was going to do this, she wanted it done right.

  She tried to pull her mouth off Mack's cock to give Ked some instructions—because he apparently needed them. But Mack's fingers weaved deeper in her hair, refusing to let her. If anything, he pushed his cock deeper. That forced her to focus on him for a moment instead of the light smacks against her ass. Which, okay, wasn’t much of a chore. By the time she turned her attention back to Ked and what he was doing, she was surprised to realize he was smacking her a little harder. Now, that was actually a spanking.

  Dallas closed her eyes, letting her mouth go auto-pilot on Mack's shaft as she tried to figure out what she thought of Ked's hand hitting her ass. The pace was almost hypnotic, and while the smacks stung, they didn’t hurt. It probably helped that Ked never let his hand land in the same place twice in a row, or that might have stung a lot more. But the spanks covered every part of her ass from the curve of her derriere to the tops of her thighs. As impossible as it was to believe, it felt…nice.

  So yes, she could see Ked’s point when he said a woman might find this relaxing. As for arousing? She wasn’t ready to go there quite yet.

  But as he began to spank harder and harder, her pussy began to respond, first spasming, then dripping with wetness. She moaned around Mack’s cock as she felt something warm and gooey slowly trickle down the inside of one of her thighs. That had never, ever happened to her before.

  Hot damn! She was getting aroused from being spanked.

  Dallas felt an overwhelming need to tell Ked he’d been right, but speaking was out, and so were hand gestures. So she did the only thing she could think of—she rocked her ass back toward Ked, silently begging for him to smack her harder.

  “I think that's Dallas's way of saying she likes her spanking,” Mack translated for her.

  She nodded her head enthusiastically—well, as much as she could with Mack's cock in her mouth.

  Ked stopped spanking her, much to her consternation. “Is that true, Dallas?”

  She nodded again, more emphatically this time.

  “Dammit, Mack, back off for a second and let the woman answer for herself.”

  She started to shake her head to tell Mack—and Ked—that she didn't him to back off, but Mack carefully slid out of her mouth and dropped down to one knee in front of her.

  “Ked would like to know if you're enjoying your spanking. He's very needy like that.”

  Dallas laughed, almost giddy at knowing she was getting off on something so completely naughty.

  “Tell Ked that I love the spanking he's giving me and that he can do it harder if he wants.”

  For some reason, it was easier to say something like that as a message to a go-between.

  Mack looked over her shoulder at Ked. “Told you she likes it. Feel free to spank as you see fit.” He gave her a grin. “You’re about to get your ass soundly spanked, and your mouth vigorously fucked. You good with that?”

  She just smiled and nodded.

  That was answer enough for both men. Mack slid his cock down her throat at the same time that Ked’s hand came down hard on her ass. Even though the spank definitely stung more than before, she still wouldn't describe it as painful. It was more like a pleasant burn. Just because it felt good didn’t mean she didn’t wiggle from side to side each and every time he smacked her, though. If she wasn’t tied to the loveseat, he probably would have had to hold her down to keep her in place.

  Okay, it was official—she loved being spanked!

  And getting one while Mack fucked her mouth was hotter than anything she’d ever experienced. He tightened his grip on her hair and slid his cock in and out like a piston. Every thrust sent him deeper and deeper until she was swallowing almost all of him.

  Up until now, Dallas had told herself she was simply playing at being submissive. But that wasn't true any longer. She wasn't playing at anything. She was submitting herself to Mack and Ked totally and completely. And it was mind-blowing.

  Could she actually come from this double-team treatment? Since neither man was anywhere near her pussy, she didn’t think so, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to have fun trying out her theory.

  Or she would have if both men hadn’t abruptly stopped what they were doing at the exact same time. It was as if they’d somehow signaled each other.

  Dallas lay there bent over the back of the loveseat, stunned by the sudden lack of stimulation. It left her gasping with need. Not to mention disappointment. And anger.

  She glared up at Mack, then swung her gaze on Ked. Both men stood there staring back at her, their breathing ragged and their cocks standing straight up in the air. They looked just as dazed with excitement as she did. That mollified her somewhat. Which was probably why her question came out less harsh than it might have.

  “Why’d you stop?”

  It was Mack who answered. “Ked wants to change things up.”

  Dallas turned to give Ked a curious look over her shoulder. He was holding her wooden hairbrush.

  “I saw this when I went to get the bandanas. Hope you don't mind that I grabbed it.”

  “No, I don't mind.” A delicious sensation settled in the pit of her stomach at the sight of the gleaming wood. “Are you going to spank me with that?”

  He gave her a lopsided grin. “I want to. Would you like that?”

  The mere thought made her pulse kick into a whole nother gear. She returned his smile. “Yes. I think I would.”

  She was supposed to be the submissive, but if that were the case why did Ked feel the need to ask her permission? If she didn’t know better, she’d think that was relief on his face. Mixed with a healthy dose of desire. His eyes was positively on fire at the prospect of using the brush on her ass.

  Dallas turned to ask Mack if he'd like to watch Ked paddle her with the hairbrush when she noticed that his face was lightly covered in a sheen of sweat. She looked down his body, catching sight of that magnificent, hard cock. It was flushed with color and throbbing with urgent need.

  Maybe Ked had stopped what he’d been doing so he could ask her about using the brush. But Mack had stopped because he'd been about to come. No, not just come—he'd been about to explode.

  That was when it struck her. She might be the submissive, but she was the one with all the power.

  “Did you like watching Ked spank me, Mack?”

  Sounding sultry wasn’t hard to do—having a thick cock nudge its way down your throat had a way of making you’re voice husky.

  His mouth edged up. “Hell, yeah. You can't see it, but your ass is a beautiful shade of pink right now. And you wiggle in the sexiest way when you’re getting spanked. It’s damn hot.”

  She smiled. “You going to come back over here for me to suck on your cock while Ked paddles me with the hairbrush?”

  Mack groaned. “You don’t know how tempting that is, but I think I'll go back and help Ked out.”

  Disappointed, she followed Mack with her eyes as he walked around the couch—until Ked caught her.

  “Eyes front, sugar.”

  Dallas didn’t understand why she had to face front, but she obediently turned around anyway. Behind her, Mack and Ked were commenting on how gorgeous her reddened derriere was. She blushed at the compliment. How many women got to hear not one, but two men tell her she had the most beautiful ass in the world after a good, hard spanking?

  Two hands caressed her ass, one on her right cheek and the other on her left. She wanted to peek over her shoulder to see which was of the men was touching her, but didn’t want to disobey Ked’s order. Besides, if she knew them, it was probably both.

  “So, was getting a blowjob from her while she’s bent over like this as amazing as it looked?” Ked asked.

  Her ears perked up the question. What had Mack thought of latest efforts?

  “Better,” Mack said. “It wa
s so good, I almost don't want to tell you. If I was smart, I wouldn’t. But if I’m going to win this competition, I want to win it fair and square. Dallas has the sweetest mouth I've ever had wrapped around my cock. Not to mention an extremely talented tongue. And when she took me deep in her throat? I thought I was going to come right on the spot.”

  Was it stupid to feel an insane amount of pride at hearing she’d given a good blowjob?

  “I noticed that when I was spanking her,” Ked said. “She really did a number on your cock. I thought you were going to lose it there for sure.”

  Any other time, having two men talk about her as if she wasn't there would have bothered the hell out of her. But for some strange reason, she didn't mind at all. In fact, she would have been preening in the glow of their adoration—if she wasn't tied to the loveseat.

  “How about we switch places this time?” Ked asked conversationally. “I get the blowjob while you spank her.”

  Dallas held her breath as she waited for Mack’s answer. She’d been secretly hoping both men would spank her at some point tonight. She had to compare techniques, didn’t she?

  “Sounds good to me,” Mack agreed. “I've never used a hairbrush on a girl before, though. Any pointers?”

  Dallas was surprised Mack would ask his rival’s advice. She was even more stunned when Ked gave it to him. Yet another reason these two should obviously be working as a team on the rodeo circuit.

  Some of Ked's suggestions were obvious. “Don't even think about smacking her with the bristles.” But others with tantalizing. “See this spot right here?“ His hand caressed the sensitive strip of skin where her ass met her thigh, making her quiver. “I call it her sit spot. You can give it to her really good here.”

  Dallas heard the back of the brush smack against skin. Since it wasn’t her ass, she assumed Mack must have slapped it against the palm of his hand. “This thing leaves a damn good sting. I don’t want to hurt her.”

  “You won’t,” Ked assured him. “I spanked her as hard as a I could with my hand and all she did was wiggle and moan.”

  Ked had spanked her as hard as he could—seriously? Huh. Maybe she really was a natural.

  “Just use your judgment. You don't want to leave any marks on this beautiful skin,” Ked added. “Oh, and keep your hand firmly on her lower back for control. Even tied up the way she is, this girl can squirm like a mongoose.”

  Dallas would have laughed at the analogy if she wasn’t still marveling at her ability to take a spanking. She was still thinking about that revelation when Ked walked around to stand in from of her, his very hard cock leading the way. God, he looked good enough to eat.

  “Hey, there.” She smiled up at him. “You weren’t feeling jealous about all the oral loving I was giving Mack, were you?”

  He gave her a grin. “Maybe a little. But I was busy with that ass of yours, so I can't complain too much.”

  “Well, I guess I do owe you something for showing me how good a spanking can feel. And for not saying I-told-you-so.”

  Ked wrapped a hand around his cock and rubbed his sticky cockhead over her lower lip. “You going to give me some of the same thing you gave Mack?”

  She moaned. “I plan on it. Since I can’t use my hands, I'll need a little help from you. Think you can do that?”

  Her face went red even as she said the words. She’d essentially just asked Ked to fuck her mouth. What was it about these cowboys that brought out her inner bad girl?

  Ked growled as she swiped her tongue across the head of his cock, taking a trail of pre-cum with it. Damn, he tasted better than chocolate.

  “I can definitely do that.” He buried his fingers in her hair and tilted her head up. “Just open wide and say ahh.”

  She eagerly obeyed.

  Chapter Five

  Once again the men had perfect timing. The moment Ked plunged his cock into her mouth, Mack smacked her ass with the hairbrush.

  The sting that came with it was completely different than Ked's hand—not better, just different—and she gasped. Ked didn’t miss a beat as he pumped in and out of her mouth as Mack spanked her ass with the same slow, steady pace Ked had used.

  While the heat was undeniably more intense, it was still surprisingly pleasant, and Dallas discovered she could enjoy the sensation while still focusing most of her attention on giving Ked a blowjob. Yeehaw for multitasking.

  Remembering Ked preferred a softer approach to his oral, Dallas resisted the urge to go for the deep throat move right away. Not that it would have been possible because Ked was only slipping the first few inches of his cock inside her mouth with each thrust. She was okay with that, mostly because it meant he'd be able to last a long time.

  Wanting to show him she liked taking her time too, Dallas let his cock pop out of her mouth. Then, before he could get his cock back in line with her lips, she darted forward as much as she could and ran her tongue over the chiseled muscles of his abs.

  She'd wanted to do that since he'd taken off his shirt.

  “Mmm,” he breathed. “That's new.”

  She looked up at him. “You like?”

  “Hell, yeah. I've never had a woman do that before. It feels good.”

  Taking that as permission to do it again, she kissed and nibbled her way along as much of his abs as she could reach. Ked must have seriously enjoyed it. He leaned in and tightened his grip in her hair, pulling her close.

  “Damn, that's hot,” Mack whispered.

  Dallas abruptly frowned as she realized he’d momentarily taken a break from paddling her.

  She threw him a quick glance over her shoulder. “Don't you dare stop spanking me.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Chuckling, he smacked her a good one right on the left sit-spot that Ked had pointed out to him. She inhaled sharply. Damn, that stung so good. She'd even felt it deep in her pussy, as if all her muscles had clenched at the same time.

  “Oh God, smack me like that again,” she begged.

  Mack obliged her, peppering her ass with a continuous series of smacks that left her breathless. For a man who claimed he'd never paddled a girl, he was damn good at it. Every time he gave her a particularly hard slap, her pussy spasmed again. If she didn't know better, she’d think she was on the verge of orgasming. She was definitely wet as hell, that was for sure. If she could have diddled her clit, she was certain she would have come.

  Behind her, Mack tossed the hairbrush down beside her with a loud oath. “Shit! I can't take this anymore, Dallas. That ass of yours is going to make me explode. Ked, where the hell did you put those condoms?”

  “Right behind you, man.”

  Dallas barely had a chance to catch her breath before she heard the sound of the foil wrapper being opened. Seconds later, Mack plunged his thick cock into her wetness.

  He pumped slowly a few times, as if wanting to make sure she was wet and ready for him. Seriously? She was literally dripping with need, for heaven’s sake. Mack must have finally figured that out because in the next moment, he got a firm hold on her hips and pounded into her hard and fast. In this position, he went so deep it made her dizzy and she moaned around Ked’s cock as he slipped into her mouth again. Dear God, Mack was touching her in places she was sure had never been conquered by any man.

  But while his thrusts were forceful, they weren't out of control. Not Mack, no way. Instead, he pumped slowly and purposefully, slamming his hips into her tingling, hot ass cheeks with every plunge. The force shoved her against the loveseat and knocked the air out of her. Not that she was complaining. She been licked, fingered, teased, nibbled and spanked within an inch of her life. After all that a woman needed a good, hard fucking.

  And Mack was clearly the man to give it to her.

  It was no wonder the tremors and tingles that usually came before a big-ass climax started building immediately.

  Ked took his cue from Mack, intertwining his fingers in her hair and ramping up the force of his thrusts, taking possession of h
er mouth like Mack had done to her pussy. It was unreal.

  Dallas tilted her chin up, wanting to take Ked as deep as she could. His cock was a bit slimmer in girth than Mack’s, but it was still far more than she’d ever tried to swallow. Maybe it was the position she was in, or maybe getting spanked had relaxed her so much. Or maybe she was in such a sexy groove that tonight anything was possible. One second, Ked was pumping nice and deep, his cockhead caressing the back of her throat with every thrust. The next, he slipped down her throat just like that—no extra force, no special trick. She was so relaxed that the natural instinct to jerk back—because she was concerned she’d gag or wouldn't be able to breathe—never got triggered.

  The hoarse groan Ked let out was almost enough to make her come all by itself.

  He pulled out for a moment, giving her a chance to take a breath, then immediately slid back down. She lashed the underside of his shaft with her tongue, then swallowed. Ked groaned again, deeper this time.

  Mack grasped her hips tighter, pounding her from behind while Ked did the same from the front—well, he didn't exactly pound her, but the idea was the same. Two cocks sliding all the way into her at once. She felt electric with all the excitement and sensations flooding her body.

  Mack was close to coming. She could tell because his thrusts were faster and more animalistic. His fingers dug into her skin, jerking her back against him so hard that the feel of his hips smacking her ass made it seem as if she were being spanked all over again. If she hadn't been tied up, she would have been kicking her legs like a wild bronco.

  Dallas mentally screamed for more. Give it to me, cowboy!

  Mack must have read her mind because he shouted so loud he probably woke up the neighbors and fucked her even harder.

  Ked tightened his fingers in her hair and shoved his cock down her throat as far as it would go.

  The tingles concentrated under her clit exploded like a supernova. Her whole body went rigid, then spasmed like she been shocked. She instinctively tried to squirm, trying to find the perfect position in which to absorb the pleasure, but she couldn't move. She was pinned to her current location—by the bandanas securing her to the loveseat, the hands gripping her hips and threaded in her hair, the two glorious cocks impaling her—and all she could do was lie there and take it and come over and over again.