The Subject Was Rose [The Sunset Palomino Ranch 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Karen Mercury

  “And I did,” Drake said suavely, taking a nice handful of the bulging penis and squeezing as he kissed the squirming man.

  It had always been fun to kiss a squirming woman. Drake got off on the surge of power, knowing the woman could do nothing, go nowhere. It required much more strength to manhandle another man, especially one who was still questioning whether he wanted to be bound at all. At first Jesse tried to thrash his head away, to one side, but Drake followed him, capturing his mouth every time. At last Jesse submitted, parting his lips and lapping at Drake’s tongue.

  Drake stroked Jesse’s tongue with his. Jesse’s helplessness enflamed him even more. Drake groaned with satisfaction when he tweaked Jesse’s nipple and Jesse jumped.

  Drake tickled Jesse’s lips with the tip of his tongue. “You like submitting to me.”

  “I do not.”

  Drake squeezed the juicy package of Jesse’s crotch. “This tells me otherwise.”

  “I was horny. I just made Rose come.”

  A sudden flash of true anger went through Drake and he snarled, “You’ll regret lying when you see what I’m doing to your girlfriend.”

  Jesse cried, “What the fuck, dude!” Now he did truly appear to be trying to yank the candle holder from the wall. “Don’t put a fucking hand on her, you fucker!”

  Drake was already kneeling on the carpet below Rose. Her look was soft, contemplative, as though she was watching a movie. Drake displayed another length of the silky white tape he preferred for bondage. He was a bit less domineering with Rose. “Is this okay?”

  She made a tiny nod. Drake was experienced enough to know the excited yet fearful look of the newbie who had never been bound. He twined the tape around one nude upper thigh then brought that ankle up to meet the thigh, brazenly exposing her soaking wet pussy. After twining around the ankle, then back around the thigh, several times, Drake had made a good “frogtie.” She could still get around on her knees—exactly what Drake wanted.

  He spoke casually to her as he worked. When he’d completed one leg, he paused to strip off his shirt before starting on the other leg. He always got off on women’s reactions to his carved chest and abs. He’d never had an occupation other than Dom, so he had nothing much better to do all day other than working on his physique. He liked the salt-and-pepper sprinkling of chest hair that women couldn’t seem to keep their hands off, and Rose was one of them. They ignored Jesse snorting and bucking at his restraints.

  “You had many compliments on your meal the other night,” Drake said as he wound the tape around her upper thigh. He purposefully swiped at her swollen pussy lips with his fingertips, happy to hear her gasp. Her pretty little pink clit peeked from between the labia, swollen from her recent orgasm. “George Hamilton’s grandson said your fried brie with jalapeno jelly was divine.”

  “Oh, I’m so glad,” Rose said childishly. “It’s not that I have any extra time to do it, though. I just did it as a favor to Jesse. I knew it meant a lot to him.”

  “I was thinking of asking you to be my chef, but I think I’d prefer you to be my play partner. It’s much harder to find a good play partner.”

  Jesse shouted, “Yeah, because they all run out of here crying!”

  Rose ignored him. “But you don’t know if I’m any good yet.”

  “Sit forward.” Drake was done with the frogtie. Now he worked on tying a plain shinju, a breast harness. Rose’s breasts were full and bouncy and would look superb jutting out of a tight harness like this. He knew she couldn’t stay frogtied for long, so he worked swiftly. “I can tell just by looking at you that you’re good, Rose.”

  “So is this all you do all day long? I mean, before your father forced you to take over Shining Lands Ranch, that is.”

  “What did you hear about me?”

  Rose tilted her head. She looked as though she should be sitting at a school desk copying down math problems, not having her juicy breasts bound, uplifted and squeezed. But she sat erect, pertly, unashamed of answering. “That you were an overbearing fuckwad who needs to control every aspect of everything.”

  Drake paused for a split second. “Oh.” He resumed his binding. “Well, I guess that’s an accurate assessment. Except lately I actually have been putting work into the ranch. It’s a whole new Drake Stinson, yes sirree.”

  “Oh, cut the crap!” Jesse yelled from the sideboard. “You’re still ordering everyone around and tying up other guys’ girlfriends.”

  Drake turned mildly toward Jesse. Yes, he looks absolutely delicious. I know I saw him in a Zegna suit ad on a billboard somewhere. “Oh, it’s ‘other guys’ girlfriends’ now, is it?” He turned back to Rose. “Are you his girlfriend?”

  “I certainly am not.”

  “You know what I mean!” fumed Jesse. “Rose, don’t let this asshole dominate you like that.”

  Rose protested, “But he’s not doing anything.”

  “Yet,” said Drake, putting the finishing flourishes on binding her hands in front of her lap. He stood, pulling her up by the breast bindings. As Drake predicted, Rose immediately fell to her knees, bracing her fall with her bound knuckles. By lifting the bindings between her shoulder blades, Drake could pick her up like a suitcase and walk her over to Jesse. “I wouldn’t complain if I was you, Jesse. Wait until you see how much bliss I’ve got in store for you from this pretty little submissive.” Drake bent and slapped her white ass, and she scurried obediently to the sideboard.

  That shut Jesse up. His eyes widened and he stopped his pretend struggling. It seemed to Drake that the bulging prick straining inside the pants even twitched in anticipation. Drake yanked Rose to a kneeling position, and it was evident what their task would be. Drake cozied up to the bound male model and fondled his dick through the pants. It was new and refreshingly different to be fondling another man—at least, one that he would remember later.

  “See her plush lips, Jesse? I’ll bet her tiny little mouth can’t take this giant cock. Jesus. You’re so well-hung your cock is like another limb.” It was easy to use the patter, the talk he’d heard from other women before. He unbuttoned Jesse’s fly with one hand while massaging the cock with the other. “Isn’t this what you’ve been dying for since you first saw Rose? To have your long, fat dick sucked by her? She’s the perfect submissive, the perfectly obedient little bottom, isn’t she? But oh, wait. You’re bound up, too.”

  A sheen of sweat had actually broken out on Jesse’s forehead by the time Drake lifted up the dark, shiny cock. He started a slow, lascivious stroking of the impressive dick, meanwhile wondering if Rose wouldn’t wind up preferring Jesse’s beautiful dick to his. Well, most women don’t like them too big. Jesse might be too big. Drake dipped at the waist to suckle on Jesse’s nipple while pumping the slick, hot penis loosely in his fist.

  Jesse groaned, and it resonated throughout his chest. “Oh Goddddd. Drake, I can’t take this kind of torture. You don’t know me. I have a low pain threshold.”

  Drake smiled to himself as he nibbled on the erect nipple. It was just like handling a woman, really. This was a whole new side to the scene Drake had barely explored. He had just decided to be a switch-hitting heteroflexible, and he really wanted to suck on his first cock.

  But it wouldn’t be fair to poor Rose. She had submitted to being bound like such a good little bottom. Drake was an expert in knowing when to give and when to take away. He didn’t want to give up the burning hot cock in his fist. In an odd way, it filled him with potency to be pleasuring another man. It was like he was churning up a cloud of testosterone stroking Jesse’s dick like that. Knowing Rose kneeled before them with wide eyes and a watering mouth only increased the surge of virility through Drake’s muscles, imbuing his every cell.

  So he let the cock and nipple go, and Jesse gave a cry as though wounded. Instead, Drake grabbed Rose’s harness between her shoulders and heaved her up. He did hold the cock at the base to direct it into Rose’s mouth. Almost regretfully, Drake watched as Rose hungrily gobbled up
the dusky cock.

  “Ahhhhh…” Jesse threw his head back so it banged against the wall. He pumped his hips wildly as he thrashed around.

  Drake commiserated with him. He knew what exquisite torture it was to be unable to control the level of pain or pleasure one was experiencing. Rose could be snagging his enormous cock on a tooth and Jesse could do nothing about it. So Drake fondled Jesse’s balls while Rose hoovered him, whispering salaciously into his ear. “Feels so good it hurts, doesn’t it? Your balls are so full you’re about to burst, Jesse. Rose’s sweet, hot mouth suctioning all the jism out of your big dick. That’s right, pump your fat dick down her throat. She’s such a good cocksucker she’s going to suck every last seed from your balls.” Jesse could do nothing but squeeze his eyes tightly closed and thrash his skull against the wall.

  But the more Drake glanced down at the naked, frogtied Rose eagerly sucking Jesse, the hotter Drake got. He’d never been able to just passively watch a scene—he was always one of the players. Without much forethought, Drake fell to his knees behind Rose and unsheathed his cock from his jeans. He ran his fingertips over Rose’s slippery pussy lips. Jesse had aroused her well, and recent events had only served to oil her up even further. If Drake raised her bound ankles off the floor and she balanced on her knees, he could get a good angle on impaling her with his throbbing cockhead—

  “No!” Jesse’s bellow was so loud it hurt Drake’s ears, but Drake’s cock was an inch inside Rose’s hot cunt. “God fucking dammit, Stinson, don’t you go anywhere near her!”

  Drake yelled back, “What did you think I had in mind, Factor? To be a spectator?” Drake leaned over Rose’s shoulder and asked politely, “Rose? Do you mind?”

  Rose detached her mouth from Jesse’s cock with a loud smack. “Please fuck me,” she panted. “Go ahead. I’m safe. Please, please fuck me!”

  And with that, Drake plunged his cock inside Rose.

  Jesse could hardly complain, with his penis being drained so expertly by Rose. He thrashed about like a fish on a hook, but it was obviously only to jam his cock farther down Rose’s throat.

  Drake swiveled his hips violently but gracefully. He couldn’t recall being so turned on…ever. He’d had hundreds of bound and restrained women impaled on his cock. And he’d even done some threesomes where the woman might be sucking on another man in a classic “Spit Roast” position. But the combination of these two newcomers to his scene had every cell in his body on fire. What with Rose gyrating her hips, her ass uplifted to the ceiling, and Jesse roaring in an increasingly higher and higher pitch, Drake just lost it.

  He came embarrassingly fast. The whole room seemed to melt away as he felt only the bliss of his cock spending, wedged deep near Rose’s cervix. Suddenly he didn’t hear Jesse wail or Rose moan with her mouth full. Drake’s entire existence consisted of his cock buried inside Rose’s hot, slick channel.

  When he finally remembered to breathe, he saw stars. He thought maybe he could get away with no one noticing he’d come so fast because Jesse was clearly exploding in Rose’s mouth. Drake twined his torso around Rose’s side to watch. She couldn’t swallow all of Jesse’s bursting load, and some dripped off her chin. Drake’s prick was still spasming inside of the woman, and it seemed his orgasm lasted longer than usual, turned on as he was by watching Rose drain Jesse.

  Drake encircled the pulsing prick in his fist and held it for Rose. “That’s it,” he encouraged her. “Suck him dry, Rose. Use your tongue. Lap up every last drop of jism from that ball sac. Suckle that big dick and taste his delicious seed.”

  Drake knew the entire time he was encouraging Rose that he really wanted to take her place. He was the one who wanted to taste the delicious semen, to lap at the pulsating underside of that big dick, to inhale deeply of the salty aroma of Jesse’s steamy crotch. That was the difference in this scene that had him so hot, had him coming so fast.

  Sure. Rose was delicious, like a creamy whipped concoction. But the enticing and new element of the scene was that Drake was fisting a throbbing penis.

  Chapter Eight

  It aroused Rose so heavily, Drake’s nasty talk in her ear while he squeezed the root of Jesse’s cock, that she nearly spontaneously came again.

  “That’s it, Rose. Drink up. Taste his manly, delicious seed.”

  The muscular and virile Drake pumping his cock into her pussy from behind while she was tied up like a frog only enhanced her excitement. She knew she had allowed it, but the idea that this man she had thought was such an arrogant asshole was penetrating her in the most intimate way was somehow thrilling.

  She had started out in a cozy scene with Jesse making her come with his talented fingers. It was different, coming onto a man’s hand, than coming with one’s mechanical vibrator. It wasn’t as intense, but longer, more drawn out, maybe because it took longer to achieve. Now, with Drake’s cock impaling her dog-style, Rose’s pussy was so slick and primed she felt she might actually come again.

  The thing was, she had never come just from penetration before. She had always required direct stimulation of the clitoris. Jesse’s hands were bound, and Drake was busily massaging Jesse’s pubic mound, directing his cock into Rose’s mouth. Her inner pussy fluttered and contracted around Drake’s thick penis, but she continuously hovered just on the verge of climax. Maybe because she had just come, she stayed on the ecstatic plateau on the border of orgasm, and it was just fine with her. As suspected, Jesse was hung like a racehorse and she couldn’t accomplish the excellent hoovering she knew was possible, so she was keeping him constantly on the edge, too.

  “Suck him dry, Rose. Use your tongue.”

  Maybe it was those nasty words coming from Drake—or his fist around Jesse’s cock—but at last Jesse exploded. Rose was overwhelmed with the amount of semen, and she rudely didn’t swallow it all. Some dribbled down her chin as Jesse twitched and groaned, and she knew she had done a decent job of performing the Cock-a-Doodle-Doo menu item. She almost smiled thinking of that, wondering if Jesse was thinking the same thing, but suddenly Drake was tearing her from Jesse.

  When she looked up, Drake was untying Jesse’s hands from that wall ornament. “Come on, Jesse. Finish her off.”

  What did that mean? She had already creamed all over Jesse’s hand, and now he’d ejaculated in her mouth. What more did this satyr want? “What’s going on?” she dared to ask.

  The next thing she knew, Drake was sitting behind her on the floor, leaning against the sideboard. He cradled her in his lap, still trussed up like a turkey, her gushing pussy exposed to view. Drake gripped the kneeling Jesse by the bicep and yanked him face-first toward Rose.

  “Come on, Jesse. Eat her. Make her come.”

  Rose protested. “But I already di—”

  From behind, Drake gripped one of her bound breasts. She liked how the way he tied her made her tits jut out suggestively, and in some weird way, being bound made her feel even sexier, an object of desire. “I know. You can do it again, my pet. Get down, Jesse. Eat my cum right out of her pussy.”

  Rose gasped. It hadn’t occurred to her that if Jesse ate her pussy he’d be licking up Drake’s semen. But she had no choice but to submit, with her ankles tied up tight to her upper thighs. Drake’s cock smashed against her butt actually seemed to be rising again, engorging with blood at the sight of Jesse, facedown on his hands, lapping at Rose’s clit.

  “Oh, God!” Rose cried, without meaning to. Just the idea that Jesse’s face would be in her crotch turned her on, but the reality of it, with the addition of Drake now pinching both her nipples, sent her instantly back up the orgasmic plateau. “Don’t stop!”

  Drake murmured in her ear, “I’ll make sure he never stops, pet.”

  Suddenly Drake was gone and she was leaning against the cold lacquered sideboard. Drake was kneeling behind Jesse at an angle, gripping one of his hips. Dear Lord, is he going to fuck him? Drake’s cock jutted from his fly, standing out at a right angle to his flat, bunched abs. Rose saw Drake
fully naked for the first time and it was an awe-inspiring sight. His nipples were steely bullets in the well-developed chest sprinkled with graying hair that made her mouth water. The vein that ran down his bulging bicep was just the correct shade of the sky before a storm. Just the idea that Drake might mount Jesse brought Rose’s wails up another octave, but she was even more shocked by what happened next.

  Drake spanked Jesse.

  Yes, he slapped his ass! Drake shaped his hand into a hollow so the sound rang out in the cottage. In between slaps, he issued his commands. “That’s it, Jesse. Eat her delicious pussy. You love tasting my jism mixing with her juices, don’t you?” Slap. “Come on, eat her! Give her the tongue-lashing of her life! She’s my pet”—Slap—“and you’re my pet, too, so get up on her.”

  Drake’s voice was so authoritative Jesse sped up his lapping, snorting like a wolf at a kill. Drake probably knew she was climaxing by the way she threw her head back and shrieked almost soundlessly. Rose hovered there for a split second, the only sound the smacking of Drake’s palm against Jesse’s athletic ass. When the orgasm gripped her fully, her uterus was squeezed with waves so blissful they were almost painful. Jesse kept licking, and the orgasm went on and on. Each contraction was a bit less blissful, and after what seemed like five minutes she finally begged Jesse to stop. “Stop, Jesse. Oh, God, stop!”

  Drake was probably an expert at this, and he kept up his spanking. Or maybe he just enjoyed slapping Jesse’s ass. “Keep her coming, pet. You love swallowing my semen, don’t you? It turns you on knowing you’re licking where I was just fucking.”

  The ecstasy became unbearable, and at last Rose had to butt Jesse’s head away with her bound fists. He fell back with a deep exhalation, his face shiny, smiling.

  “Oh my fucking God!” When Rose could somewhat collect herself, she inched up the sideboard and sat straight, panting. She cast an accusing look at Drake. “If this is how you play, I don’t think I want to see anything more!”