“Do that again, Chase.” Donavan’s voice sent chills across her breasts.
She whipped her head back to watch Chase land another smack against her pussy, this time catching a little of the moist clit. She cried out as the hand came down repeatedly. They weren’t hard hits, and they didn’t exactly cause her pain, more like a squeezing of a trigger before the resulting explosion. She also realized that with the way they had her tied, there was no way to lift up. They had immobilized her legs totally. She was at their mercy.
When Chase finally stopped, she was sobbing in frustration. Her fire-engorged clit pulsed with unfulfilled desire to the frantic beat of her heart. Her head thrashed back and forth as the overwhelming pressure centered in her pussy screamed to be released.
She couldn’t take much more and was about to demand them to finish what they started when her entire clit was covered, not by a hand, but by a mouth. Her body froze and then started to writhe as the mouth sucked her clit into its depths, showing no leniency. She cried out when Donavan's mouth took one of her breasts deep into his mouth and started to suck to the same pulsating rhythm between her legs. The dual sensations blended into one massive earth-shattering explosion, blossoming out from her womb to encompass her entire being. Her pussy grasped desolately at air as her internal sheath tried desperately to clutch at something that wasn’t there.
She alternately hiccupped and sobbed as her senses went into overdrive. She stared into Chase’s loving gaze as he crawled up between her splayed legs to settle his iron-hard cock against her ultrasensitive pussy.
“How are feeling, Kitten?” he asked softly against her trembling lips.
“I was going to seduce you guys,” she whispered into his mouth before it began to slowly kiss her, touching her tongue with his, bringing the taste of her arousal with it. Her moan was swallowed as he all but devoured her.
“We know,” was his reply when he released her lips, coming up for air.
He touched his nose with hers before claiming her mouth again. She felt him enter her in a smooth glide, inflaming all her little nerve endings. The soft brush of his pubic hair against her smooth pussy made the already sensitive area ignite. Her cries were ignored as he used his hips to pump up in a way that brought the root of his cock flush against her clit. She tried to wrench away from his mouth to scream, but his hands anchored her head to his in a firm grip. The increasing tidal wave of tension built with each touch of his crinkly hair against her swollen sex. He started to grind his cock in an ever-increasing rhythm. She felt the world shift as the breath in her lungs froze when lightning sizzled through her body encompassing every inch, and still he didn’t stop. Her frantic cries filled his mouth as another wave crested and exploded over her.
Her inner walls clutched his cock, milking the entire length, sending fragments of pleasure bordering on pain to her womb. Her inability to move gave them every opportunity to do whatever their hearts desired. She tensed as Chase slowly pulled his semi-hard cock out of her still-shuddering pussy. She watched as he and Donavan traded places.
“No, no, please.” That was all she got out before Chase’s lips descended onto her mouth. She felt the bed give as Donavan crawled up between her legs. He stroked the leg that was healing, following the edge with a soft, blunt finger. She trembled as the finger trailed a path to her sopping pussy. He used one finger to tease her swollen nub, going slow at first before picking up speed and applying greater pressure. She felt her sex exposed to the air as it escaped from its hood. The overworked little nub expanded with every manipulation on its surface. She tried to scream again, but the tensing of her body seized her throat muscles.
His sudden penetration deep into her channel sent her over the edge. With every thrust of his cock, a maelstrom of impressions flashed against her closed eyelids. She whimpered as each flash of light accompanied every downward thrust. She teetered on the brink of something so massive, so overwhelming, that she struggled to hold it off in fear of losing herself totally.
Her body seemed to detonate. She didn’t know how she kept conscious with the pleasure roaring throughout her system. The walls of her sex clamped down so hard in contractions that she didn’t know if he would ever be released.
She had no strength to complain or fight as Donavan's body settled on top of hers. She turned her head dazedly as tremors erupted from the onslaught of ecstasy. She blinked as he braced his arms on both sides of her body, looking down upon her.
“How do you feel, Kitten?” he whispered into her mouth.
She opened her mouth to answer, and all that came out was a moan as another tremor wracked her body. She shook her head slowly and closed her eyes in exhaustion.
It seemed like minutes but must have been hours when she opened her eyes to darkness. Her body lay curled between them, and neither her hands nor feet were tied. She could feel Donavan against her back and bottom, while Chase cradled her head on his chest. She felt the slight ache in her leg from the accident, but the ache centered between her legs flickered outward, diminishing all other concerns. She’d been well and truly loved by her men. Every cell of her body glowed from the attention of the dynamic duo.
She felt so at peace here between these two amazing men.
* * * *
Donavan felt her wake up as she snuggled deeper into his cock. He placed his lips against her neck to nibble at the delicate skin just behind her ear and smiled when she shuddered. He smoothed his hands over her shoulder and drew her back to become flush with his body. She sighed softly and let her body relax against his.
The previous night's loving made it clear that their woman's capacity for pleasure was phenomenal. She was a combination of a submissive and a she-devil in bed, a heady mixture, of which he had become an addict.
He thought of all the failed relationships he and his brother had been in, both with single partners and sharing one woman. Those disasters cured them of the thought that they would ever be happy unless they were together. He felt deep in his bones that Liana was the one. Her capacity to love them and her ability to fit into their lives as if she belonged added to the overall feeling.
He tightened his hand around her when she snuggled further into his body. She reached her hand back to his head and turned to present her lips for his kiss. Her pose lifted her breast up, so he took advantage, palmed the offered fruit, and leaned down to meet her lips. She opened for him and invited him in to taste her mouth's ambrosia.
When he felt her flinch at the touch of his hand, he stopped. The night’s passion had come with a price. He pulled the cover up and just held her as she fell back to sleep. He couldn’t wait for her to get better.
Chapter 10
Liana looked back and saw Giovanni follow her out of the house. She sighed to herself. Two weeks, nothing had happened, and still the security. The boys were adamant about the continued protection, but she thought there was no need for it. Her leg had mended perfectly, not even a limp. The scar was a sight, she thought, but the boys didn’t seem to care. They spent a lot of time kissing every inch, to help it heal, they said. She smiled, thinking of them.
She got into one of the Jeeps and waited for Giovanni to get in. She contemplated just driving off but knew it would get back to the boys and they would scold her.
“Thank you for waiting, Miss McCarty,” Giovanni said as he hopped into the passenger seat.
“Well, Chase and Donavan still think it’s necessary for some reason. I know you are just doing your job.”
“Until we find out who is behind the accident, both Donavan and Chase want you protected at all times. They come from a family that always had a security detail. They’re aware of the dangers they bring to someone special to them.”
“What dangers? I think it was just a hit-and-run and we will never know. So in essence, you will be here permanently if that is the case,” she grumbled.
“Miss McCarty, I think you are going to have to face the fact that Donavan and Chase have come to appreciate the position
they are in and the downfalls of being there. You are very important to them, and they will do anything it takes to protect you.”
She didn’t comment on that startling insight. She pulled up to the barn and got out. He came around the side and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
“I’m going for a ride,” she said in answer to that questioning eyebrow. “I need to limber up my leg. I will stay in the training ring, and no, the boys don’t know I’m here."
She turned quickly away before his disapproving expression could change her mind. She was sick and tired of everybody treating her like a delicate flower. She had been working her entire life, and the lack of activity drove her crazy. She probably should wait a couple more weeks for her leg to completely heal but couldn’t stand the thought. Her night activity, with the loving attention the boys showered upon her, helped a little, even though they continually immobilized her body so she couldn't hurt herself.
This morning, for the first time since the accident, they kept the binds off, and she took full advantage of the freedom. Remembering the outcome had her body tingling all over as she walked through the barn doors. Her cheeks felt inflamed from recalling the inhibition she’d demonstrated. Her demands and her actions as she went about displaying her newfound freedom shocked her. This was why she was here today. She had to get away from the heated smiles and the little smirks that had her wanting to hit them. It was their fault to begin with. If they hadn’t kept her confined she wouldn’t have been so frustrated.
All the cowboys were out working the horses, so she walked out the back and headed for Mac. She had her argument all ready in case he put up a fuss. She watched the different training sessions in their different stages and couldn’t wait to get back to it. She put a big smile on her face and waved to Mac to get his attention. She could get more with sugar than with sour apples, as her grandma always said.
“Hi, I need to work my leg a little, and I hope I can use one of the horses. I can’t do any cutting, but I can do some conditioning. Not too long, I promise.” The words tumbled out before he could get a greeting or a refusal in. She smiled wide as he frowned down at her from his perch.
“Juniper over there is just starting. Take it slow, Ms. Liana. I don’t want Donavan and Chase to blame me if anything happens to you,” Mac said.
She left before he had second thoughts. She approached Juniper and let him get to know her smell. She kept a lookout for the boys as she tightened the saddle and mounted. She relaxed deep into the saddle and only felt a slight twinge in her leg, nothing she couldn’t handle. She was a good fifteen minutes into her ride when she looked up and saw two identical looks of fury standing on the top rail of the enclosure.
“Oh, brother,” she mumbled under her breath. She felt like a teenager having been caught hot-rodding down the street.
She trotted Juniper over to them and just sat there staring into their stormy eyes. She could see Mac head into the barn. Coward. This was going to be bad, she thought. Chase, her calm, cool cowboy, had his hands clenched so tight on top of the rail, they turned white. She did a sideways glance to Donavan and wasn’t surprised by the matching posture.
“Kitten, I am going to count to five, and by the time I’m finished, you better be off that horse,” Donavan said through clenched teeth.
She didn’t hesitate a second before dismounting. Her leg, when it hit the ground, sent a spasm of pain shooting up. She turned to hide her discomfort and knew from the colorful curse that she'd failed.
Chase lifted her up into his arms. She sheepishly stared up at him as he carried her out of the ring. He didn’t release her until he arrived at the Jeep, and only then did he set her down. She calmly sat down in the passenger seat. The calmness belied the rising turmoil that boiled inside from their continued silence. She knew when she got home there was going to be hell to pay. She peeked over at him beneath her eyelashes to see if he was still visibly upset.
Donavan loomed over the backseat, creating an ominous shadow.
“Look, boys. I’m a big girl and can judge what’s best for me.” A twin set of growls rumbled out of their mouths at this self-proclamation.
“Kitten, it would be in your best interest to not say one more word.” Chase gritted his teeth.
“If Giovanni hadn’t called, we would still be looking for you in the house,” Donavan said.
She felt ashamed at having caused them so much turmoil. She still had trouble with the dynamics of this relationship. She’d been on her own for such a long time. She wanted to have that same independence but knew with these two dominant men it would be next to impossible. Every minute with them brought her such a sense of peace and a sort of homecoming that the thought of leaving left her caused an ache in her heart.
She looked deep into her soul and discovered that her love for them overshadowed the need for freedom.
* * * *
Chase clenched his hands on the wheel and glanced sideways to the woman that had turned his world upside down. The memory of her bloody and hurt on the roadside brought him nightmares all too often. His frantic searching of the house when they couldn’t find her transported him to that same nightmarish feeling. He looked up, caught his brother’s eye, and saw the same angry relief shining out.
She would understand after tonight how important she was to them. First, she was going to get the spanking of her life. His palms itched to heat up that misbehaving backside. When he finished, they were going to demonstrate their love for her.
He stopped the Jeep and hopped out, coming around to the other side quickly. He opened the door and saw Donavan's hand restraining her. That she tried to get out with her hurt leg brought his anger boiling up.
He reached in and pulled her into his arms. She squirmed a little, and he tightened his hold as he took her up the stairs to their bedroom. He heard Donavan close the door behind them. He placed her on her feet and stripped her fast. She struggled a little, but with Donavan’s help, everything came off.
“Chase, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you guys would find out,” she gasped out.
The first smack landed hard and made her squeal.
“So, you were trying to hide the fact that you snuck out of the house.” Chase’s comment was accompanied by another smack. This one landed on the opposite cheek.
“No! Ouch! No! Ouch! Yes, yes,” she cried out when multiple smacks landed.
He looked at the reddened bottom and stroked along both flaming cheeks. He dipped his finger between her legs to feel her desire seeping out, soaking his fingers.
“Oh ho, Donavan, our kitten likes to get her bum spanked. She is drenching my fingers. Why don’t you get the plug and the lube so we can start re-stretching this ass,” he said with the palm of his hand holding her down as she started to try to get up. “No, Kitten, you stay right where you are.”
* * * *
Liana couldn’t believe the fire radiating off her bottom and out of her pussy. She could feel the heated palm stroke over the entire surface of her butt, stimulating the bruised exterior. She trembled when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Donavan return with the two items in his hands. She didn’t think that she was going to be able to handle much more.
When a cool finger fluttered over the puckered opening, she squirmed and tried to evade the digit. Strong hands held her still, and the relentless finger probed deep into her back channel. She screamed when an unexpected palm descended. Her ass clenched the finger in a frightening grip that brought prickles of pleasure mixed with pain. She reached a hand back to try to ward off another blow, but one of them caught the hand in an iron grip and held it behind her back.
The feel of the plug burrowing deep inside her forced her to relax the tense muscles that seem to clench with each smack. The tremors started deep in her stomach and traveled out to encompass her entire body at the forgotten feeling of having something in her ass. Her treacherous body opened to the demanding, final push of the plug. Her head dropped down to rest her heated face against C
hase’s rough jeans.
She lifted her butt to the next smack, rocking and undulating to each descending connection. The growing explosions starting from her pussy transcended reality. Never had these feelings of exhilaration and yearning ever gone hand in hand. She felt the killing of all her inhibitions and the excitement of the total control they had over her body. Her body lost touch with reality for a second when everything splintered internally. Both channels compressed together, one over the plug and the other against emptiness. Her pussy rippled and tightened dejectedly on nothingness.
Her cries filled the room as her orgasm spread throughout her body. She collapsed onto Chase’s knees, feeling each ripple travel out of her pussy.
“Oh, yeah, our kitten loves a good spanking,” Donavan said as he knelt at her head.
She turned toward him and just stared into his eyes. She saw him in a haze and knew her eyes were probably glassed over. When another tremor trickled out, she couldn’t stop the mewling sound that escaped out of her mouth.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she mumbled to them.
“Oh, Kitten. We know you’re sorry, but that's not going to stop your punishment,” Chase said before he lifted her off his lap and placed her in the center of the bed.
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