by Chloe Lang
Drake released her nipples, and as the blood returned to the tips, the pain did as well. “Do you understand how this is going to work now?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Drake kissed her cheek. “We’re going to get you out of your pretty head. Now, bend over this, baby.”
The bench was triangular in shape and padded. Her cowboys helped to guide her on the bench into a position that very much reminded her of the yoga pose called Downward Facing Dog. When Dax pulled her panties off, her pussy got so wet.
“Look at her ass, bro.” Drake sounded like a man who’d just won the lottery, and that thrilled her. “So gorgeous.”
“Wait till we get it nice and pink. That will be beautiful.” Dax used the cuffs to attach her hands and ankles to the bench, locking her in place. “Tight enough, sub?”
“Yes, Sir.” Charly considered shouting the word that would end the whole thing. Was she crazy to want to go through with this? Probably, but her desire to submit to Dax and Drake was too intense.
“I hate to punish you, but you’ve given me no choice, kitten. I can’t have you turning your head and offering me your cheek as a substitute for your sexy mouth.” Dax rubbed her ass. “I bet you’re wondering why you’re so turned on by this scene.”
She nodded, thinking he might actually be reading her mind.
“You’re the kind of woman whose whole life has been about pressing forward, taking charge, and working hard. Right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
How could he see her so clearly? She’d never told him about her mother’s illness or her worthless father before. That combination had been the cause of her becoming who she was today—a woman who could never let up…or let go.
“Surrendering is hard for you, but it is your most basic nature.” Dax kissed her ass cheeks. “Today, we’re going to open you up to a million possibilities. We’re going to allow you to really feel and just be, kitten.”
“This is about you learning to trust, to let go.” Drake stroked her hair. “I’m going to blindfold you now.”
Imagining how she looked to the brothers with her ass up in the air, Charly trembled as he took away her vision. A variety of emotions and worries spread through her body. Would really surrendering to this moment work to unhinge her so she could welcome their promised pleasure?
“Time to get started, pet.”
Needles coursed through her.
Smack.
The sting came from one of her cowboy’s open hands slapping against her ass’s left cheek. Her clit began to throb, and her pussy dampened.
“Ready for more, pet?” Dax whispered in her ear.
“Y–Yes, Sir.”
Smack.
Now her right cheek burned, too, spreading shivers through her body. Tears welled in her eyes, but she fought them back.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Unable to hold back, Charly’s waterworks triggered. There was no denying her desire to be possessed completely and utterly by these two amazing men. Still, something nagging in the back of her mind would not give in. What was this obstacle she carried? Suspicion? Misgivings? Or just plain cowardice? Dax had been there for her when she’d gotten the news about Malibu. He’d held her and told her everything would be okay. Drake had been her first. No one had been so patient and understanding. So what was holding her back?
“She’s in her head, bro.” Drake tugged at her hair. “Trying to take the reins and beat the life out of the already-long-dead horse.”
Dax whispered in her ear. “Stop trying. Don’t let your pretty little head run through a bunch of ‘what-ifs’ or ‘buts.’ Just be, little subbie. Just be.”
Three slaps to her ass, more painful than the ones before, got her attention and quieted her overactive mind. The fresh soreness got her even wetter. More liquid rolled from her eyes.
“That’s my baby. So good.”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Hot sensations rushed through her body, settling in her clit, which ached and throbbed. Her normally busy mind shushed. All that remained was the pleasing pain and delicious surrender.
The blindfold was removed, and she watched them unlatch the restraints.
Dax lifted her off the bench and into his arms. “You’re doing great, baby.”
She leaned into his chest, soaking it with her tears. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Time to practice and learn more, little subbie.” He set her down on her two feet.
Though her knees were wobbly, she remained upright.
Dax continued, “Some think the formality of this lifestyle is silly and has little purpose, but they’re wrong. Ritual helps to get the submissive back into the right frame of mind, away from the busy world outside. I’m going to start you off with kneeling properly. Once you’ve got it down, whenever Drake or I tell you to kneel, you will get into position immediately. Got it?”
He sounded like a passionate professor, and God knew, the more he instructed, the more she became his willing student. “Yes, Sir.”
Dax cupped her chin. “You’ll do great. Get down on the floor. Place the tops of your feet on the floor and rest back on your calves.”
The position wasn’t uncomfortable for her thanks to her years of yoga practice. She looked up at Dax, who was nodding as he studied her form. When she glanced at Drake, he seemed fixated on her pussy. Her cheeks warmed, and her breathing hitched in her lungs.
“Spread your knees apart for me.”
Charly obeyed, realizing that this new position placed her mound on display.
“Excellent.” Dax sent her a wicked wink. He, too, was gazing at her pussy. “What a sweet little cunt. Put your hands behind your back and lock them together for me, pet.”
Unable to resist, she complied. Her breasts stuck out even more than normal.
“Love, lower your eyes,” Drake instructed. “Perfect. Dax, look at her.”
“Fuck. I can see.” His voice vibrated against her skin. He touched her cheek. “Look at me.”
She raised her gaze up and into his hungry eyes.
“You kneeling in this way pleases me. It shows your respect for me. Does it feel like that to you, little subbie?”
It did. Being on the floor at his feet felt right and good. She did respect him, and even more than that, she wanted to please him. “Yes, Sir. It does.”
“Good girl. We’re going to fuck you. You’ve earned that, sweetheart. But first, you’re going to suck on our cocks with that hungry little mouth of yours.”
She watched as both men slipped their jeans off. Dax stepped up, moving his cock right in front of her face, an overwhelming desire to please her two cowboys surged through Charly.
“Open your mouth wide, sweetheart,” Drake ordered.
She obeyed. Dax slipped his cock past her lips. He grabbed her hair and touched her cheek. “That’s my kitten. Use that sweet mouth.”
Charly wanted to please him, so she took more of his thick dick down her throat. The intimacy of having his cock in her mouth overwhelmed her, and she swallowed even more of his shaft until his pubes tickled her nose.
“Fondle my balls, kitten.”
Once again, she obeyed, reaching for his heavy ball sac with her trembling hand. As his cock hit the back of her throat, she bathed his monstrous shaft with her mouth and tongue. Up and down his cock, she bobbed.
“Feels so fucking good, kitten.” Each lusty syllable that rumbled from deep in his chest added to her dizzying desire.
“You two look so hot like that,” Drake said beside her.
“This sub has quite the mouth.” Dax was breathing heavily.
He’d given her so much. They both had. How could she ever repay them? That debt would never be settled, but right now, Charly vowed to give each of them the best blow job they’d ever had. After she left Wilde, they might still remember her with a warm dose of fondness. She sucked hard on his cock as she continued bobbing up and down.
Dax tugged on her hair, forcing her off his cock. “That’s
enough. I’m not ready to come yet.”
This cowboy clearly loved being in charge, running the show.
“My turn, bro.” As Dax stepped aside, Drake moved into the spot he’d just been standing in. He placed his cock in her mouth. She tasted the saltiness oozing from the head of his dick.
Like she’d done with Dax earlier, she swallowed Drake’s cock and sucked with all her might. She loved the reactions coming out of him. He was like a live wire that couldn’t stay still.
Also, like his twin, Dax pulled his cock out of her mouth. “That’s enough of that. I want to hold off on coming for now. I want things like this to last. Don’t you, love?”
Did he mean sex, or did he mean their time together? She didn’t know. “I’m enjoying this very much, Sir.”
Dax cradled her chin. “Time to fill your tight, little cunt with our cocks, kitten.”
“Here you go, bro.” Drake handed him a condom. She watched them both slip the rubbers on their dicks.
Dax picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and over his hips. In this position, she could feel the tip of his dick pressing on her mound. Urges exploded inside her like an uncontrollable fiery inferno.
Dax kissed Charly on the forehead, making her feel safe and sexy. Drake’s hands covered her breasts from behind, and he gently massaged them. He slid his hands down to her ass and she felt him apply lubricant to her backside. She couldn’t help but let out a little moan.
Soon, Dax’s fingers were fucking her in the back. Drake lowered himself down to a crouched position on the floor. She wrapped her legs tighter around Dax’s waist as he continued his digit’s assault to her ass. Now below her, Drake began laving her pussy with his tongue. This twin tag team was driving her wild with desire, but before she fell over the passionate edge inside her, they both stopped. Dax set her on her feet.
She watched as Dax applied a generous amount of lube to his condom-covered dick.
In a flash, the twin cowboys hoisted her up in their arms between them. She wrapped her legs around Drake’s waist. His cock tip began racking her clit, and Dax’s dick was knocking at her back door.
“Take a deep breath, kitten,” Dax ordered from behind her.
She obeyed.
“Blow it out for us.”
She did.
“One more time. In—”
Once again, she did what was expected of her. It felt so right, so perfect to do so.
As she blew out the last breath, the brothers lowered her onto their dicks. As both cocks pierced her flesh, she sucked in a bunch of air, only to exhale it quickly. Stretched out and loving it, all she could do was hold on in this position. And she did, though just barely.
Their combined thrusts into her pussy and ass coaxed more heat, more desire, more want out of her.
“God, you are so tight, kitten.” Dax was holding up her thighs from behind.
Drake held her by the waist, and she had her legs and arms wrapped around him. In and out. Up and down. As the brothers continued to split her open, her insides began to tighten and her clit throbbed.
Drake kissed her on the lips, and a shiver ran up and down her spine. “You like us fucking you this way, baby?”
“Oh yes. Very much, Sir.” She felt so light in their arms, and they matched each other’s rhythm perfectly.
“Squeeze our dicks with your pussy and ass, kitten,” Dax ordered.
Charly complied, tightening around their meaty beasts.
Dax whispered in her ear. “That’s it. Feels so good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.” Being held up between these men had done the trick and pushed her over the edge. Nothing was stopping her from reaching an orgasm.
Dax’s command came from behind. “Come for us, kitten. Make us really proud.”
Like a match to a fuse, her body sparked red hot until finally little explosions began to fire everywhere in her body. Her lips trembled as her weeping sex clenched, unclenched, and clenched again. As Dax continued giving her ass his dick, her climax sent her to the moon.
Each of them came, too. Drake first, followed closely by Dax last.
How could she go on without them? She loved them both, but that clearly wasn’t enough for things to work out. Mr. Murphy’s Law was the overriding theme for her of late.
Maude had set her straight about what it would mean if she chose to surrender everything to the Strong brothers.
Charly would never play a part in driving the six of them further apart, no matter how much her heart pushed her to take the chance.
Chapter Eight
Back in her hotel room, Charly’s ass still stung from the punishment the twin Strongs had given her. They’d shown her that she did have more than an inclination for such sexual experimentation. She wanted to embrace the idea of going with Dax and Drake to The Masters’ Chambers again, but couldn’t. Maude’s warning about having to choose kept playing out in her mind.
Enough of that. I’ve got to focus on how I’m going to afford a way out of this town and back to New York.
Charly knew it was past time for her to stop wallowing in self-pity. Her dream job was no longer an option. She had so little cash left in her purse. Her credit card was maxed out, too. No luck trying to charge a bus ticket. Even if the mechanic did finally fix her fuel pump, she had no way of paying him.
She needed a miracle. Suddenly, an idea occurred to her, though it pained her. Desperate times and such.
Before Charly could talk herself out of her plan, she picked up her cell and dialed the number.
“Elko Garage. How may I help you?” Harry’s voice came through loud and clear.
“Hi. This is Charly Wynn.”
“Hey, Ms. Wynn, your car is almost ready.”
She shook off her hesitation. There was no other choice for her. “Harry, you said the bill was going to run about three hundred dollars, right?”
“It’s actually two ten. I was able to save you some on my labor.”
“Thank you, but right now, I need cash. What would you give me for the car, Harry?” She’d had her old Ford for so many years it pained her to sell it. But she didn’t have any other choice.
“Mmm.” There was a long pause before he spoke again. “If you need me to bill you and pay later, that isn’t a problem, Ms. Wynn.”
Charly cringed. No way would she become her father, who took advantage of people’s generosity. “Thanks, but that isn’t possible. Make me an offer, please.”
It took a bit of convincing and haggling, but Harry did finally give her a price that she thought was fair. She could pay her bill at the Cactus for the past few nights, get a bus ticket back to New York, and still have about a couple hundred dollars left. Not enough to keep the bill collectors at bay, but still it was something.
“It’s a deal, Harry.” Now, I’m car-less.
“Great. I’ll drive up to Wilde and bring you the check tomorrow.”
Though she wished he could come right then, it was almost six, too late for him to head down the road to Wilde. “That will be fine, Harry. First thing in the morning, I hope.”
“My boy and I are pulling a transmission in the morning. Do you mind if I get there around two?”
That would be cutting it close. The only bus that stopped in Wilde arrived at two twenty and left promptly at two thirty. “Please be here no later than two, Harry.”
“I’ll be there, Charly, with money in hand.”
Though it would break her heart to leave Wilde and the Strong brothers behind, she must. I pray I can land something before mom and I are homeless.
* * * *
After leaving the club, Dax had showered at his house, allowing Charly a little time to herself in her hotel room. He needed time to think, and she needed time to rest. The way she’d responded to Drake and him at The Masters’ Chambers had cemented his feelings for her.
No way would he ever let her go. She was his to possess, to pleasure, to love, now and forever.
The digital
readout of the time on his dashboard burned blue—6:41 p.m.
Drake was going to meet up with them in the lobby. Then they all planned on having dinner together. Dax had thought about calling Seth to join them, but it was too soon for Charly, and for Seth for that matter, to get on board about something more permanent. For Dax, he was already on board and wearing the captain’s hat to sail to a future with Charly as his wife. If Seth couldn’t come around to his way of thinking, it would definitely be sad for Dax. If the best he could get was to share Charly with Drake for the rest of his life, that would still be amazing for him.
As Dax headed back to the Cactus to pick up the incredible woman who he couldn’t stop thinking about, a call came in on his cell from Drake.
“Hello.”
“Dax, we have an issue.” Drake sounded angry. “I just hung up with Harry.”
“Is this about Charly’s car?” he asked.
“More than that, I’m afraid. She’s trying to bolt.”
“No fucking way.” He felt his pulse begin to pound hard in his temples.
“She just sold her car to him. He’s coming up from Elko tomorrow to bring her the money. She insisted that he come no later than two.”
“So?”
“Dax, think. The bus gets here at two twenty.”
“Charly won’t be on it, I can assure you.” His head felt like it might actually explode. “Fuck.”
“We can’t just rush in on her like two angry Doms.”
“And why the fuck not?” Dax asked, though he suspected his twin was right.
“We punished her just a few hours ago, bro. Now, she’s ready to leave Wilde and us behind.”
“What the hell is she so afraid of, Drake?”
“Time to change tactics, bro. We’ve spanked her until her skin was nice and pink. Now, we need to get under her skin and make her squirm.”
“I’m listening.”
“Softness is going to pay off for us, bro. I promise. I’ve got an idea how we can stall Harry. It’ll buy us a couple of days.”
“You better be right, Drake.” He hit the gas pedal, pushing his truck’s speed up past ninety. He had to get to Charly, had to make sure she was still in town, still his. “I won’t fucking lose her.”