by Jane Jamison
And then their hands left her body.
Why had they backed off? How far had they gone? She ached to ask, suddenly feeling alone. Concentrating, she listened as hard as she could.
Since coming back to the ranch, they’d talked about trust, telling her how important it was for her to trust them so they could trust her in return. They spoke of needing to know she’d listen to them, especially in difficult situations, and she’d agreed. Her fear had overtaken her at the barn, making her take action without thinking. She had acted on impulse. Now that she’d seen the men in action, she wouldn’t hesitate to listen and follow their instructions.
“Do you trust us, baby?”
“Yes, Master Jarrod. Absolutely.”
“And can we trust you?” asked Seth.
“Yes, Master Seth. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”
“Good.” Jarrod’s tone was firm, leaving no doubt that he believed her.
She bit her lower lip, thankful they were willing to put their faith in her. She wouldn’t let them down again.
They remained quiet and, without sight, she had to rely on other senses. She heard their breathing, steady and strong. Bringing in a long sniff, she smelled their scents, so alike, yet different. Both had a masculine, musky odor, but Jarrod’s was a little sweeter. She held back a giggle. Not that she’d ever tell him.
“Amy, are you ours?”
Had they ever asked her outright? Yes, they’d told her they wanted her, but had they ever asked her? The events of the past few days had raced by so quickly, she wasn’t sure. She was, however, sure about the answer. “Yes, sirs.”
She steeled herself and took the biggest leap of all. “I love you. Seth, Jarrod, I love you.” She didn’t use their titles, wanting them to know she meant she loved them both inside and outside their special bedroom.
The silence that followed deafened her, piercing her with alarm. What if they didn’t care as much for her? Would they have asked her to stay if they hadn’t? Cocking her head to the side, she waited, her heart in her throat.
A hand cupped her breast. Another cupped the back of her neck.
“I love you, too, darlin’. Didn’t I tell you? I sure thought I had.”
Seth. Funny, brave Seth. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. And I didn’t think about it, either.”
Jarrod. So strong. So manly. “It really is okay. I know you two aren’t into the mushy stuff.”
“We’re not. But we’ll try to be better at it from now on. Right, Jarrod?”
“Right.”
They leaned against her, their naked bodies warming hers. Was that why they’d moved away? To get undressed?
They were so tender and yet, she wanted their rough side as well. “Wasn’t I supposed to be punished?”
“You already received your punishment,” answered Seth. “Or did you enjoy shoveling horse shit?”
They’d talked of punishment, real and harsh, and she said she’d welcome it. Yet Jarrod and Seth were forgiving, understanding she’d been afraid and had acted without thinking. When she’d insisted on making amends for disobeying Jarrod, they’d set her to mucking out not one, but all the stalls in the barn. By the time she’d finished, she’d been sore, but happy to have gotten through her consequence.
Afterward, as they’d rubbed her aching muscles, they’d talk of living the lifestyle all the time, and had decided together to keep the Dom/sub roles for the bedroom alone. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t receive another kind of punishment during playtime.
“Not at all, sir. It’s just—”
“You want more. You want a different kind of punishment.” Jarrod’s thumb brushed over her nipple.
“Yes, please, Master Jarrod.”
She threw back her shoulders, teasing him, urging him to do more than simply touch it. “Please, Masters, give me my punishment. I was wrong to disobey you.”
“I like the way you think, little sub. Open up, baby.”
Jarrod sticking to calling her baby was good, too. She opened her mouth. Sticking the ball between her teeth, he pulled the soft leather strips around to the back and squeezed the snaps closed.
“Remember. We’re in charge and you’re safe. If you don’t like what we do to you, then shake your head a lot. We’ll understand and everything will stop. Got it?”
She nodded. Having the gag in her mouth not only made it difficult to speak, but harder to drag in gasps of air. But gasp she did when a mouth covered a taut nipple and a hand twisted the other one. She whimpered, pain breaking free to transform into delightful zings of pleasure.
She hadn’t let herself think about how lonely she’d been before meeting them. The longing she’d held in check for someone special came rushing back. Her pent-up loneliness, a demon that had held her back from living life to its fullest, rushed out of her, fleeing with the realization that two amazing men loved her.
Her pussy wept for their fingers, their tongues, their cocks. Goose bumps spread over her, little pinpricks along her skin as she ached for them to touch her.
Please. More. Please.
She pushed at the gag with her tongue, wanting it out of the way. If she could get it free, she’d tell them again how much she loved them. And, if she was as lucky, she’d hear them say the same words. She moaned, yearning to have them understand her.
“Not yet, little sub.” The tease was in Seth’s tone.
“Bend over and put your hands on your knees.”
She did as Master Jarrod commanded. Thinking of them as her masters, her lovers, her men thrilled her. She was theirs and they were hers. Nothing better was possible outside of Heaven.
And then she felt a familiar sensation against her buttocks. Someone rested the paddle against her.
She cried as the first swat caught her unprepared. Cried out again with a slap of a flattened hand against her other cheek. Together the men spanked her, one with the paddle and the other with his bare hand.
“Baby, when I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it.” The paddle flashed pain into her butt.
Yes, Master Jarrod.
Even though she couldn’t speak it, she’d say it to herself. He demanded all the respect she could give him.
“And when we tell you to stay back, you stay back.” Seth’s hand met her flesh, rippling it under his quick assault.
Yes, Master Seth. She moaned and nodded.
“You’ll obey us while we’re in this room. And when we’re outside, when we tell you we mean business, you’ll listen to us. Understood?”
I will, Master Jarrod. She nodded.
More spankings came. The stings entered her body, then spread throughout, carrying her craving for them along with it. Her flesh was aflame. Her pussy getting wetter and wetter. She mewled, loving the spankings, but wanting more.
“I think she likes this too much.” Seth moved to stand in front of her. “Do you like getting paddled, darlin’?”
She nodded, wondering what he was up to.
“That’s what I thought. Stop, bro.”
She whimpered. Would they really not spank her? No. She hated to think they wouldn’t. Didn’t they love spanking her as much as she loved getting spanked?
“Stay where you are until we say you can move. Understand?”
She stared at Seth, then looked to Jarrod for help. How long would they make her stay on her knees? How long before they went back to paddling her? And yet, what choice did she have?
They stood back, brother standing next to brother, and took their cocks in their hands. When they started pumping them, she moaned in complaint. Were they going to make themselves come and leave her wanting to feel their cocks inside her?
Her body craved them. She stared at them, unable to take her attention off their long, erect cocks. For what seemed like an eternity, she had to watch. Tears sprang to her eyes.
“She’s had enough, Seth.”
“You’re right. Stand up, darlin’.”
; “You did real good, baby.”
Jarrod’s praise was enough to make the pain of not having them go away. She did as Master Seth said, straightening up and thrusting out her chest. Smiling with the gag wasn’t easy, but she couldn’t help but do it when she heard Seth’s tortured moan. Maybe she wasn’t the only one getting punished.
Because she couldn’t tell them, she’d show them how much she loved them. How much she needed them. She reached out and skimmed her fingers over both ripped abdomens. Her pulse picked up as the lust inside her quickened. Wrapping her hands around their cocks, she let out a satisfied moan, then was stunned when they took her hands off them. She moaned again, a deeper sound, protesting the only way she could.
“No, baby. We call the shots, remember?” Soft material looped her wrists as Jarrod pulled her arms forward. Palms together, she still reached for him, but, once again, he rejected her.
Instead, they led her forward until the front of her legs met the edge of the bed. Turning her around, they helped her sit on the edge of the bed. Her rump was still tender when she sat down.
“I need to taste you, baby. Spread your legs and let me get a good look.”
“Close your eyes, darlin’.”
She did as Seth told her, then startled when he placed a blindfold over her eyes.
She spread her legs and imagined what they would see. Her pink pussy glistening with her sweet juices? Could they see her clit throb? If not, surely they’d feel it when they put their tongues to it?
A hand skimmed over her leg and a mouth trailed behind it. Someone pushed her until she lay back against the bed. Another hand swept over her mons. She trembled, learning how delicious torture could be. Wide shoulders moved between her legs, pushing at her inner thighs.
A mouth closed over her clit, sucking it in hard and fast. She let out a smothered gasp and reached out for him, but found her arms pulled above her head.
“No touching, little sub. Keep your hands above your head,” ordered Seth.
A hand cupped her breast and squeezed. A tongue swept over the other nipple, and was followed by a twist of her nipple. She responded as the assault on her clit intensified, her body bucking, wanting to get closer, yet needing to get away.
Was that the way of it? The pain having two sides, one enticing, the other agonizing?
They attacked her in the only way a woman wanted to be attacked. With passion and love rolled into one. Two fingers thrust into her sheath as a thumb massaged her clit, vying against the tongue that swept between her folds and back to take its turn at her clit. Her breaths came faster and she tensed, then spread her legs farther apart.
Jarrod straddled her, shoving his cock between her breasts. Stings erupted on her nipples as he clamped something in place over each one. He rocked back and forth, his strong legs pushing against the outsides of her breasts, using them to capture his cock. A flick here, a flick there, tingled her nipples, flowing the sensation into her breasts.
She was thrown into a whirlwind. Emotions of lust and love collided, forming another emotion she couldn’t define. Her body had a mind of its own, reacting to every stimuli whipping through her. She couldn’t have escaped them even if she’d wanted to try. An orgasm swept through her and she wept, wetting the bedspread beneath her and the blindfold over her eyes.
Please, please, please.
She couldn’t form any other word. All she could do was pray they’d understand her whimpers. Seth’s talented tongue and skillful fingers sent her body into another rush, pushing her to the brink of another release. She moaned, louder and longer than before.
“Move, Jarrod.”
Jarrod lifted off her. Then, taking her by the arms, he pulled her toward the head of the bed. The bed dipped under his weight and soon dipped again as Seth joined them.
She had to do something. Anything to get what she so badly yearned for. Jerking her arms away, she reached out blindly, first finding a hard stomach, then sliding down to grasp a huge, fully erect cock. Moistness covered her palms as she touched the end of it.
“No, baby. I told you no touching. Guess you need another lesson in obeying us.”
Yes, please, Master Jarrod.
She kicked out as they took hold of her legs. Seth pulled her toward him, placing her on her side.
The sting came as she’d expected it would, but not from either the paddle or his hand. Instead, it was sharper and dug into her flesh more.
“Do you like that, baby? Spurs are one of a cowboy’s best tools to keep both his horse and his woman under control.”
Seth rolled the tines of the steel along her skin, over one butt cheek, dipping into the crease, then over to the other side. Although she doubted the spur drew any blood, it did hurt. Yet, like with the spankings, the pain soon crossed over the two-sided sword of pain and pleasure, giving her more reasons to moan.
“I want to see her beautiful eyes,” ordered Jarrod.
A moment later, the blindfold was torn from her. It took a moment for her to adjust to the light.
“Take the gag off, too.”
Seth did as Jarrod asked. Until then, she hadn’t realized just how sore her jaws had gotten.
“Please, Masters, if I promise to never disobey you…” She gave them a sultry, sexy look. “At least not in the bedroom or when it’s really important, then I’ll—”
Seth laughed. “Hell, she’s already hedging her promise.” His jaw worked as he took his time to skim his gaze over her face, down to her mons, then back up.
“If you promise not to disobey us, then what?” Jarrod fondled her breast and nibbled on her shoulder.
“Will you please fuck me? Front and back?” She lowered her eyelashes, suddenly worried they’d think she was too inexperienced. “I’ve never been fucked in the ass before the other day, but I really liked it.”
She checked for the reactions. Yet other than being surprised, they didn’t seem bothered. In fact, they seemed please.
“Who gets to do the honors this time, Seth?”
“You. I’m aching to sink my cock inside her pussy.” He moved between her legs, then patted the side of her butt. “Wrap your legs around me, darlin’.”
Jarrod leaned over to the nearby nightstand and pulled out a tube of lube. His eyes burned with lust as he squeezed the gel onto her skin. The coolness jolted her, but with his hand working it around her puckered hole, it soon warmed up.
As though they’d planned it, both men plunged fingers inside her. Seth’s two fingers explored her pussy, skimming over her spongy sweet spot to leave her gasping, then moving on too quickly for her orgasm to erupt. Jarrod’s fingers were just as good as he forced her tight hole to loosen up and get ready for him.
“Shit. She feels so tight.” Seth pulled her closer, pressed his cock to her entrance, then took hold of her. “I’ve got to have her.”
He drove into her, deeply, pushing toward the end. She gritted her teeth, then couldn’t hold on as a cry ripped from her throat. She thrust her pelvis against his, ramming as hard as she could to force him impossibly farther inside her.
Jarrod leaned over her then eased his cock inside her ass hole. His length along with Seth’s was almost too much to believe they could fit inside her.
“Remember to breathe, baby.” Jarrod moved, his arms wrapped around her, holding her to him. He played with the nipple clamps, twisting them, bringing back the initial sting they’d given her.
Seth pushed Jarrod back, then leaned over her to give her a love-filled look. He softly kissed her. She kissed him back, putting every ounce of love she felt into the kiss. If they never said the words again, she wouldn’t care. Her heart knew they loved her.
Together they pumped into her, slamming against her body. Once again, she was caught between them, daring cowboys who had lassoed both her body and her soul. She wanted to please them in every way. If she did nothing for the rest of her life, she’d make sure she made them happy. And in return, they’d give her a life filled with joy.
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bsp; “Please, Master Jarrod. Please, Master Seth.”
She loved being able to say the terms of respect and was pleased that they came so easily to her.
“Please what, baby?” Jarrod’s words were accented by his thrusts.
“Untie me. I need to touch you. Both of you.”
He did, freeing her to run her fingertips over Seth’s massive chest. She reached back and found the strong curve of Jarrod’s jaw. They were more than she’d ever hoped she’d find. More than any one man alone could’ve been.
As her fingertips played over them, her body moved with theirs. A thrust to theirs. A slam against one then back at the other.
When the climax came, it tore her apart. She threw back her head and screamed as the wild animal of lust inside her pounded to freedom. Cream gushed out of her as she stopped fighting, stopped tensing, and turned it loose. Like two echoes to her one cry, the men cried out, plunging into her at the same time.
Epilogue
Six months later
Amy lounged on the front porch and watched the three men she loved wrangle a horse in the enclosure. Seth sat on the top railing of the fence shouting at Jarrod and Jesse, alternating between telling them how to break the horse and joking about what a terrible job they were doing. Jarrod ignored him most of the time, but every once in a while Jesse would flip him the bird, reminding her of the old Jesse. The Jesse he’d been before they’d come to live at Rolling Hills Ranch.
Their home.
For the first time in what seemed like forever, she felt as though both she and Jesse had a real home. Jarrod and Seth had welcomed them into their home, taking care of moving all her belongings from Selena. They’d proven themselves to be real heroes in every sense of the word. Not only had they kept Jesse and her from being killed, they’d given them a new life.
Her brother had changed a lot in the past few months. At first, he’d reluctantly thanked the men for getting him away from Ruben Bandura, for saving his skin, but he hadn’t done much else. He’d remained his same surly self, pushing her and the Hill brothers to the limits of the patience.