Kyla's Choice [Brothers Bound 4] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Dace Everan

  Paul and Mark glanced at her, eyes lighting in interest. Rick glanced at her. He chuckled. “Imagination is the most fun part of the act, boys.” He crossed over to Kyla. “Feel safe?”

  Kyla nodded without thinking about the consequences of it.

  Rick took hold of her leg and in seconds he had her legs tied above her head and her ass hung over the edge. He glanced back at Paul. “Your turn, Paul. Lay on the floor.” Paul hopped to.

  Kyla watched Rick as he lowered the swing till she felt Paul beneath her ass. “I may bring in one of those friends I was talking about,” he teased Kyla. She blushed, hands grasping the ropes.

  Rick got on his knees, straddling Paul. “No grabbing me, Paul,” he ordered.

  Paul gave him a thumbs-up to let him know he heard and understood.

  Rick held her legs and pulled her till her pussy was flush to his groin. He moved closer till her ass settled over Paul. “Swings are comfy, she would be able to relax completely and enjoy both of you.” He backed away and lowered, placing a kiss on her crotch.

  Kyla released a sharp breath, eyes closing. “Yeah I think I’m just going to stay here,” she replied.

  Rick chuckled. “Lots to do here, boys. I enjoy eating pussy as much as fucking it.” He grabbed a bag from nearby and unzipped it. He pulled out a vibrator and a dildo.

  Kyla’s eyes glazed over. Those little vibrators were friends of hers. Those always made her feel better. She could never do it with her hand.

  Rick chuckled at the look in her eyes. “And as we can see from our beautiful model’s eyes and reaction of intake of breath… She likes our little friends.” Kyla blushed. “Not for you, sugar,” he replied, holding up the dildo. “This now, yes.”

  He looked at Mark, who now was next to them. He held up the vibrator. “This feels amazing on your balls, you know the spots. You can have both of them coming at the tip of your fingers easy. She will have that stimulation of him jetting in her and don’t think they don’t like that. I hear it’s an amazing feeling same as us.”

  Mark nodded.

  “You can eat her out, fuck her with this, with your fingers. Remember size doesn’t matter when it comes to one of you in her ass. The nerves in her ass are so sensitive that any size would do in her pussy.”

  Mark nodded, glancing at Kyla. The girl was staring in awe at Rick. He cleared his throat. “Thank you, Rick. We really appreciate the help.”

  Rick nodded, reaching up and loosening Kyla’s legs. He massaged her legs slowly lowering them. “Remember the rules when using binds?”

  Paul dragged himself from underneath Kyla. “Yup, I’m on the binds. She…” He shook his head. “Slow, easy massaging. Keep an eye on her limbs for any discoloration.”

  Rick nodded. He helped Kyla from the swing and hugged her close. She went to step away. “Easy, sugar, you could be off-center,” he warned.

  Kyla shook her head. “I’m good. I once spent like four hours in this other rig at an all-girls party, got up, and walked away fine.” She pulled away and went to another piece of equipment. She recognised many pieces of equipment in here. Thanks to Aunty Paula sneaking her into many adult parties last year. Although most of those parties she had been clothed and had spent most of the time watching and observing everything going on around her.

  Rick smiled. She had stories to tell him. “Kyla, I’ll just be upstairs,” he called as the two men headed out the room.

  Kyla nodded. “Be up in a minute if that’s okay?” Rick waved a hand and followed Paul and Mark up. If she wanted to look over his dungeon she was more than welcome. Perhaps it would give her time to digest his lifestyle more fully. She truly needed to understand how much this was a part of his life and how much it would be a part of hers.

  Chapter Ten

  Rick slumped back on the couch. Kyla looked at him, at the kitchen, and then back at him. “Pretty sure you said you were feeding me?” she reminded him.

  He smiled, motioning for her to come closer. Kyla sauntered to him and plopped down on his belly. He groaned. “So mean,” he mumbled, hand squeezing her thigh.

  She snorted. “No, what you did downstairs was mean. I need food.”

  He chuckled. “Out to dinner I need to talk to you and I can’t do it here. I’ll just drag you back down to my fun room and put you back in the swing.”

  Kyla slumped back. She should tell him she’d never had sex. “Fine can we have pasta?”

  Rick nodded, slapping her leg. “Up, woman. I need to get dressed.” Kyla moved off him and slumped back on the couch.

  * * * *

  The restaurant was nearly empty apart from a few older couples. Rick led her to his favorite booth. The waitress smiled at Rick. “Ricky. Good to see you. Will you be having your usual tonight?”

  Rick nodded. “Please.”

  The woman looked at Kyla, eyeing her up and down. “You look familiar.”

  Kyla smirked. “Renaldo’s in the mall,” she supplied. The woman blushed. Kyla smiled. “Iced tea, Fettuccini Alfredo, extra toast, please, and a skewer of garlic shrimp,” she ordered. The woman nodded, turning away.

  Rick cocked his head. “Secrets, Kyla. Tell me what rig you were in and what party?”

  Kyla smiled, leaning back. “Paula invited me to some party, said it was a girls thing. I went and I got stuck in something similar to that swing thing.” She shrugged. “Didn’t really pay attention, as long as they tossed me something to eat and drink once in a while I was good where I was.”

  Rick smiled, shaking his head. “What were you doing at Renaldo’s?”

  The waitress returned with their drinks. “She works there,” she supplied.

  Kyla nodded. “Yeah I work there in the summer, cover for one of the girls who goes to visit her family back in England. It’s just a few hours on the weekends.” She shrugged. “I’ve learned not to take invites to parties from them. What kind of party did I agree to? I don’t have to walk around in underwear or anything like that, do I?” she whined.

  Rick shook his head, eyes twinkling with laughter. “No, a masquerade ball actually. You’re free to go undieless under your dress if you wish.”

  Kyla harrumphed. “Been a year since I’ve been to one of those,” she replied. And she just might not wear any panties to that one.

  He stared at her in awe. “Where the hell have I been? Thought the only parties you went to were on the rez?”

  Kyla shook her head. “Nope, I did a favor to a rich boy and went as his date.”

  Rick furrowed his brow. “Favor?” he asked.

  Kyla shrugged. “What? I do favors.”

  Rick chuckled. “I’m sure you do.” Kyla rolled her eyes. She sipped on her iced tea. “You don’t drink much.”

  Kyla shook her head. “Not after Paula and you and Sam. Nope, I learned my lesson. I went home that night, puked my guts out, and laid in bed all the next day. It pissed me off that I wasted a full day because I felt like crap… You know I think Ben slipped something in my drink. I was right paranoid about him doing something. I crawled under…” She stopped. He didn’t need to know her horror stories. She shook her head. “No, I don’t like drinking. I can handle the wine at the parties but otherwise I don’t really care to indulge.”

  Rick nodded. He studied her for a moment. “Your mom knows you were at my place last night,” he replied, watching her. She noticeably cringed.

  “You told her?” she whined. Great. Now she had to listen to her mom yell more.

  Rick cleared his throat. “You’re an adult, Kyla… For one, what you and I do is none of her business. For two, her opinion of us should not ever deter us from what we want.”

  Kyla shot him a look. “You have any idea how much she does not like the idea of a you and me!”

  Rick nodded. “Yes, I do. I actually went over there to yell at her.” He felt like an asshole for that. Not like him at all to yell. “Your mom is one of the best things to happen to Jared… I love your mom, she’s an amazing woman.”

 
; Kyla furrowed her brow. She wasn’t here to listen to him compliment her mother.

  “I can also understand your mother’s concern.”

  Kyla looked at him, brow raised in question. Her mother’s only concern was she stay the fuck away from Rick because it was her husband’s little brother.

  “She knows what I do, that random people come to my place. Of course she thinks it’s more like a large orgy or something silly like that.” He rolled his eyes. Lila should know better. “She’s afraid what I do will affect you… If you are not comfortable with me doing that, I will make arrangements for my clients and point them elsewhere.”

  Kyla stared at him. What the hell was he saying?

  Rick smiled. “Kyla, I am a committed person, believe that or not. When I collar…” He cleared his throat. “Choose a woman to be with me it is her and I… If she wants another there, I am willing to share…maybe. You have me in a position I am not sure I want to share.”

  Kyla wasn’t sure what to say. Collar? Wasn’t that some term for those people that were into the kinky sex? “You’re into kinky sex?” she asked.

  Rick smiled at her innocence. “Yes,” he answered. He was pretty sure his dungeon indicated that one. Although she was not aware how into it he was. She was young and he would introduce her to the lifestyle and both would have to make compromises. Even he knew that. She might not even be into it.

  “You… Will you make me go to those places where I have to kneel at your feet and say ‘yes Sir,’ ‘please Sir,’ or is it Master?”

  Rick’s cock jerked at the way Master rolled off her lips. “If it ever comes to a point where you are comfortable with that, yes, I would like that.”

  Kyla sat back, eyes widening. “Oh my God…! My parents do that, don’t they? I heard Mom say that to Jared.” Her cheeks tinted a bright red. “Oh my friggen God I thought they were watching some funky porn…” She covered her face. Oh shit she had heard her mother having sex with Jared. Oh shit her mother needed to have a heart-to-heart with her on this.

  Rick glanced at her sitting in the passenger seat. The rest of the meal had been considerably quiet. Kyla lost in so many thoughts. Now she was hunched over in his truck staring straight ahead. Her mouth had opened and clamped closed numerous times already. He pulled up to his place and was surprised to see another car sitting there running. “Example one, Kyla. This is one of the single ladies who would like to get in my bed.” He looked at her. “Can you deal with that, women showing up here randomly?”

  Kyla looked at him with big eyes. “Are you—will you sleep with her?” she asked. Was she even allowed to ask that? Was this it, was he all hers? Cause she had rules, too!

  Rick smirked. “No, I told you I don’t sleep with my clients.”

  Kyla nodded. She supposed she could deal with chicks lusting after him. He was gorgeous. Who wouldn’t lust after him? All her friends did. She called dibs and threatened death if any of them pursued him.

  Rick tossed her the keys to his place and sauntered to the car. Kyla glanced at the pretty blonde. She smiled up at Rick and it was then Kyla realized Rick was taking such a fallback when it came to the sex. He could have sex with that woman and she had experience and probably knew what he wanted and could do things to him Kyla wouldn’t even think to do.

  She closed the door at their laughter. She crossed to the fireplace and added kindling and a few logs to the dying embers. She blew gently and watched as it flamed to life. She plopped down on the couch and checked her messages.

  Rick shrugged off his boots and looked at her laid out on his couch, phone in hand, texting. She peeked back at him. “Mel went to that club in town, just finished her first lesson… I didn’t know Mom and Dad worked there,” she mumbled. Rick nodded.

  He piddled around his kitchen while she continued messaging. After a few minutes she turned and watched him. She knelt on the couch and rested her chin on the back. “How long have you been doing this?” she asked.

  Rick raised an eyebrow. “Living here? Standing around in my kitchen while you message back and forth about your friend’s sex life?” she had left that question right open. He needed her to know she needed to talk clearly to him.

  Kyla grunted. “This whole sex thing, what do you even call it?”

  Rick smiled. “A long time… I followed George to a club when I was eighteen…”

  Kyla furrowed her brows. “And you knew this is what you wanted?”

  Rick grinned and plopped down next to her. He lifted her so that she straddled him. “No.” He tugged on her T-shirt, so glad she had not put that bulky sweater back on. Kyla let him remove her shirt. Rick grinned at her naked breasts, cupping them, leaning forward to place a light kiss on each nipple.

  Kyla cleared her throat. “I’m trying to talk,” she said, a disgruntled look on her face.

  Rick smiled. “Yes, I see that. You’re not responding. Stop thinking.”

  Kyla stared at him. “No. Do you expect things of me?”

  Rick let his head fall back with exaggeration. “Kyla… Tell me, if you and that rich boy you played the favor for were dating, what would it be like? Would you be asking him these questions?”

  Kyla snorted. “No! I would be kneeling at his feet acting like some simpering idiot. Ah hello there is a reason I only did a favor and didn’t ask him to have me!” she replied. Her eyes turned wide. “So you and me—this is like a girlfriend-boyfriend thing? Just plain and simple.”

  Rick wanted so bad to roll his eyes in exaggeration and sigh real loud. “Kyla… Four friggen years I have been waiting. Do you want me?” he asked.

  Kyla glanced down at her nipples. They ached. They were hard like he had made them the other night. “Yes.”

  Rick smiled, holding her hips and pulling her snug to his groin. “Same here. No I will not make you bow or kneel to me. If you want to do role play or anything like that, which is fine, I don’t mind.”

  “I want to do a threesome,” she blurted, cheeks turning a bright red.

  Rick looked her over. The blush spread all the way to her breasts.

  Chapter Eleven

  Rick cupped her face and pulled her close, lips brushing hers. “Let me have you first,” he whispered. He wasn’t ready to share her just yet. The sight of her earlier mushed between him and Mark had turned him on. Seeing her so confident in what she was doing, how she had set herself on Mark, had brought so much pride to him. He wanted her to have that with him. To show that confidence in his bed, in his living room, everywhere they were. His fingers dragged down her throat. “You will not run from me again, Kyla…” His gaze met hers. “When you and I are intimate with each other I don’t want you to shy away from me. You need to understand that right now.”

  Kyla nodded. “I was confused,” she admitted. “Scared…”

  Rick nodded. That was normal. “Did you think about what Hank did to you?”

  Kyla screwed up her face in confusion. “Why would I think of him? Oh wait… When I got home I did. Do you think I’m a slut?”

  Rick shook his head, eyes darkening. “Far from it, Kyla.”

  Kyla placed her hands in between them, letting them come to rest on his hard abs, unsure of what to do. She looked back in his eyes.

  “Don’t be shy with me, Kyla. I have very little patience for shyness.”

  She cocked an eyebrow. “Really, because in your line of nightly work I think you would have to have some patience?”

  Rick smiled. “That’s different. I have patience for them. I have no intentions of fucking them. You…” He sighed. “Are confusing the hell out of me. If you were any other woman I would have fucked you already and had you downstairs tied in that swing screaming.”

  Kyla’s eyes lit with interest. Her pussy tingled and she inched closer.

  Rick smiled. “What have your other partners been like?”

  Kyla’s gaze darted past him then back. Her heart hammered. Would he be upset that she had no experience?

  Rick waited.
r />   “I…never had any other partners.” Her face screwed up again. He was talking sex right?

  Rick caressed her breasts. “No man has touched these naked?” he asked.

  Kyla shook her head. “You,” she answered. “I once flashed the football team after they won the finals.”

  Rick smiled and it brightened his whole face. “Wish I played football,” he murmured.

  Kyla looked at him with big innocent eyes. “I never had sex with Ben or any of those guys. My mom taught me better than that,” she replied passionately.

  Rick nodded. “I know.” He dragged his fingers back up along her neck, flicked her hair over her shoulder, and cupped her face. “And me…you would give this to me?” he asked, voice thick and husky.

  Kyla swallowed nervously, nodding. “Yes,” she breathed.

  His hand moved to the back of her neck and pulled her closer. “Thank you,” he whispered, lips brushing hers.

  Kyla moaned and pressed her lips to his. She wanted this, she knew that for sure. She had wanted it for so long, to feel Rick all over her. Her arms circled his neck and their kiss grew hungry.

  Rick held her close, easily standing. Her legs circled him and he headed down the hall to his room. He turned the lights low, crossed to his bed, and laid her across it.

  Kyla released a heavy breath, watching as he tugged his shirt over his head. Her heart pounded a mile a minute—she was going to do this! His hands were warm as they drifted over her tummy, stopping at the button of her jeans.

  His eyes darted to hers. She licked her suddenly dry lips and met his gaze. “You’re sure, Kyla?”

  Kyla nodded her head. She had never been surer about anything in her whole life. She loved Rick. She had saved herself all these years for him. Knew one day somehow, someway she would be with him. “Yes,” she whispered. He undid her pants and pulled them from her. She blushed. She still hadn’t made it to the salon.

  Rick smirked, tugging her pants off, right out chuckling at the little frogs on her socks. “Paula?” he asked.