It was odd. Charlotte had never seen anything like it before. Intrigued yet leery, she couldn’t take her eyes off of it.
Brown leather straps attached at the arms and legs, and the waist band looked thick and strong.
The contraption reminded her of a chair.
Well, she thought it was a chair. It almost looked like…“Is that a gynecologist chair!” she asked in horror.
“No talking,” Braxton growled.
“But…” she muttered, and was spanked hard across her ass. “Damn it, Braxton. You could have warned me!”
“Kneel,” he ordered in the firm, menacing voice of his that compelled her to obey.
Doing so immediately, she watched as Jordan came around and stood in front of her, rubbing his hard, stiff cock.
“Make him come, Charlotte. The poor boy hasn’t come in three weeks,” Braxton ordered, moving about the room and getting things ready.
Jordan grabbed her face, squeezing her jaws until they opened. With his cock in her face, she kneeled there as he took his cock and slapped her cheeks. Charlotte had never been smacked with a cock before, and the feeling wasn’t entirely unwelcome. Jordan was teasing her, playing with her, and making her want what he was offering. Charlotte didn’t waste any time. She opened her mouth wider. Jordan’s hand went to the back of her head, and he placed the head of his cock at her lips. Her tongue darted out, licking the pearly white drop that leaked from his cock. She wanted to savor the taste, but he pressed on until she had all nine inches in her mouth.
“Shit, baby. I missed your mouth,” Jordan moaned as he withdrew then pushed to the hilt again. Charlotte relaxed her throat, and within seconds she was deep-throating him.
Pulling her head back, she tongued the large head, enjoying the throbbing cock in her mouth. Alternating between fucking her mouth and letting her suck on it, Jordan buried himself in her throat and began to come. Swallowing hungrily, she backed off again to let it splash on her tongue. Eventually Jordan subsided as she eased off, swallowing all of the cum in her mouth then going back to clean his cock. After a few minutes, she glanced up at him.
Jordan looked beyond happy and ready for more.
“That was quick, Jordan. Do I need to train you on orgasm control?” Braxton laughed as he finished getting the instruments ready.
Charlotte looked at what he was doing and couldn’t figure it out. It looked like he was getting ready for surgery, not a good long fuck-fest. But by the size of his cock, she knew she was going to get something, just not what.
“Her mouth feels like a furnace. You try and hold back,” Jordan countered.
“I have had her mouth, yet I came when I was ready, not before. Help Charlotte to the chair, Jordan, and make sure she is placed correctly.”
Charlotte was lifted from the ground and placed on the warm chair. She watched as Jordan strapped her arms and legs down, but when he strapped her stomach to the chair, she began to worry. The chair was a snug fit and quite comfortable, but when Braxton set the silver tray next her, Charlotte couldn’t take it anymore.
What the fuck is he doing?
“Are we gonna fuck or not?” Charlotte yelled nervously.
“No talking,” Braxton said calmly.
“I wanna fuck!” she shouted, trying to break the binds that held her.
“Jordan, attach this to Charlotte, please,” Braxton asked, handing something to Jordan.
Charlotte’s eyes grew wide as she realized what Jordan held in his hands.
A ball gag. Grinning, Jordan came toward her.
“Fuck no! Get that away from me,” she said before Jordan placed it in her mouth.
She was furious. She hated that damn thing, and they knew it. Unable to talk, she was left with her other senses. Already hyperaware and sensitive, every brush of air sent shivers over her body. Her nipple pebbled hard, aching to be sucked. Her pussy was wet, needing to be filled. This room, the men before her, and being bound in a chair, were causing a sensual hunger in her she could not contain. Squirming in the chair, she realized that there was something definitely off. Something round and hard was poking her ass.
Wiggling her hips, it felt like a small ball. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just weird.
“Something wrong, baby doll?” Braxton grinned, walking toward her. His grin told her that he was up to something. Refusing to jump at the bait, she sat perfectly still, that was until she felt the ball move.
Holy shit!
The ball was not a ball! It was a fucking dildo that was slowly moving up her ass.
Moaning at the intrusion, she relaxed her muscles as the phallus moved upward into her rectum. It wasn’t as big as her men, but still effective.
“Charlotte, you are sitting in my special chair. I had it custom-made for my specific needs. This chair can represent pleasure, and it can also represent pain. What you are feeling right now is pleasure. Defy me, and you will see what this chair can really do. Understand?”
Braxton lightly touched her legs, moving them apart. She heard a series of clicks, and then they stopped. Her legs were spread wide, open for all to see.
“Now, let’s finish getting you dressed,” Braxton said, reaching for a small pair of golden clamps with a delicate chain between them. She moaned when his mouth sucked her pert nipple, licking it furiously with his tongue, only to stop, quickly moving to the other and repeating the process. He was driving her crazy. He was teasing her, and he confirmed it when he stood and tugged.
The tiny pinch of pain from her chest had her looking down, gasping as she saw the nipple clamps attached. They were squeezing her nipples hard, but the bite of pain was giving way to a warm, sensual feeling.
She was on sensory overload. Too much too fast.
Her breathing increased, her heart raced, her body began to shake, and then she felt his mouth on her clit. Resisting the bonds, Charlotte screamed through her gag as she came violently into Braxton’s mouth as the phallus kept moving, lengthening her orgasm.
When the last shudder pulsed, her body relaxed against the chair.
Braxton stood between her legs, rubbing them softly, and whispered, “Charlotte, can you hear me?”
Charlotte didn’t want to answer. She was in orgasm heaven. Stars were still spinning, blood was still pumping, and the mini aftershocks in her pussy were lingering. Just as she started to catch her breath, a sharp tug on her clit had her reaching for the stars once again.
“Breath through it, Charlotte. You can handle it,” Braxton coaxed. “Now, can you hear me?”
Nodding yes, Charlotte whimpered as she slowly began coming down from another orgasm as the phallus still moved up and down, heightening it.
“Charlotte, Jordan is gonna suck my cock. You’re not allowed to come. Is that clear?” Braxton asked, rubbing his long dick.
She had no fucking clue how she was supposed to stop herself from coming with that damn plastic dick pumping into her ass. And what the hell was on her clit? It was tight and pinched a little, but every time she began breathing heavy, the pull on her nipples was somehow attached to the pinch on her clit. She couldn’t move! And now she wasn’t allowed to come. She was already close as it is. But to stop all together, that wasn’t happening!
Charlotte lay very carefully, trying not to move as Jordan dropped to his knees and took Braxton’s cock into his mouth. She knew it was warm and soft, and she ached to have her lips around him. Jordan proceeded to suck him fast, swallowing his entire cock down his throat. She watched as Jordan grabbed Braxton’s balls, pulling and squeezing on them as he slid that monster dick in and out of his mouth. The loud slurping and suction noise was wreaking havoc on her mind as the plastic cock began moving faster. Her breathing increased. Her chest moved.
Oh, God!
Closing her eyes, she tried desperately to concentrate on not coming, but when Braxton groaned, her eyes popped open, and she watched as a thick load of cum filled Jordan’s mouth. He did not stop sucking on him, drinking all of his cum. The sight
of the two of them was enough to set off her own orgasm as she writhed, letting her quivering pussy leak juices down onto the floor.
“Tsk-tsk-tsk. Oh, baby doll, you came,” Braxton chastised, shaking his head.
Moaning as the phallus moved faster, she felt the telltale signs of another impending orgasm. Pleading with her eyes, she begged.
Braxton just smiled as the phallus stopped.
Groaning loudly, Charlotte slumped in the chair.
“Good girls get to come. Bad girls get punished,” Braxton said smugly. “Jordan, show her what happens to bad girls.”
* * * *
Jordan jumped between her legs and started licking on the sweetest pussy he’d ever tasted. He never could get enough of Charlotte’s pussy. She was so responsive, so eager, and so willing. He loved the way she moaned and purred for him. He was never going to get enough of her. Running his tongue from asshole to clit, he savored every drop. Her moans of pleasure were music to his ears as he shoved his tongue deep into her wet cunt.
He felt Braxton slip under him, running his tongue under his balls up toward his ass. At the same time, Jordan started working his fingers into Charlotte’s pussy.
Damn that wicked tongue felt so fucking good!
Jordan let out a big moan when Braxton began rimming his man pussy, his hard cock straining against the onslaught of pleasure.
Jordan pulled his finger out of Charlotte’s cunt, stood, and lined up his hard cock and pushed in deeply, extracting a moan from her lips while Braxton got into position behind him.
The flip of a cap let Jordan know Braxton was lubing up his cock. It felt good when Braxton started working the lube into his ass. A minute later, he felt the head of Braxton’s dick pushing deep into his ass.
Jordan was in fucking heaven.
His hard shaft was wrapped in the hottest pussy on the planet, while Braxton’s meat was lodged deep in his ass.
When Braxton moved, it caused Jordan to plunge deeper into Charlotte.
The deeper Braxton penetrated, the more furious he fucked her pussy. The whole time Charlotte was moaning and groaning loudly. Suddenly she let out a loud scream as her juices started flowing all around his cock. Her pussy pulsed, contracting hard.
Pumping hard in and out of her cunt, Braxton pumped harder into his ass. The fuck dance between them was intoxicating, making Jordan delirious. Never had he ever felt so loved and out of control with his own body. Braxton started working his cock faster as Jordan pistoned Charlotte’s pussy. The pace became faster and faster with every minute as Braxton fucked him while he fucked Charlotte.
Soon Jordan could feel his cum starting to boil in his balls. “I’m gonna come!” he shouted.
Braxton grunted. He was coming, too.
With that, Jordan dropped one of the largest and thickest loads of his life. At the same time he could feel Braxton’s huge cock shooting load deep in his ass as Charlotte screamed another release.
Jordan reveled in the most fantastic orgasm he had ever felt.
Sweaty and spent, Jordan held still as Braxton slipped his cock from his ass.
Kissing Charlotte one last time, he slipped from her dripping pussy and dropped to the floor, completely drained.
Looking up at the man who had captured his soul, Jordan said what he had wanted to say for weeks. “I love you, Braxton.”
* * * *
Braxton’s postorgasmic euphoria vanished like the wind as Jordan said those three words. He had waited his entire life to hear those words and never thought he would hear them from a man. He felt honored, humbled, and scared.
Looking at the man who meant everything to him, Braxton tried to assimilate his feelings. He didn’t know what to say or how to respond. He wasn’t good with all the mushy stuff. Give him a gun and a bad guy, and he knew exactly what to do. Feeling like he was grasping for straws, he just smiled at his lover, praying it was enough for now, or at least until he could figure out how to say what he truly felt.
Removing the restraints from a very sleepy Charlotte, Braxton chuckled. “Poor baby doll. You’re wiped, aren’t you?”
“Um.” She moaned softly, eyes drooping shut.
“Jordan, help me get her into bed.”
“She won’t stay there,” Jordan said, getting to his feet.
“We keep trying until she does,” he said flatly, hoping eventually she would.
Braxton moved to the side, letting Jordan gather the small, sleepy woman in his arms. As Jordan turned, Braxton touched his arm. “I feel the same about you, Jordan. I just don’t know how to say it.”
“All you have to do is say the words, lover.” Jordan smiled, leaving Braxton alone in his sanctuary.
Chapter 8
Fall had come to Treasure Cove, and the town was busy with calving season. The first calf dropped on the Quinn ranch a week ago, and once one dropped, apparently they all dropped. So with most of the ranchers and their hands busy, working hard to protect their lively hoods, the town of Treasure Cove was wonderfully quiet.
The first snowfall was expected in the early evening hours, and Charlotte couldn’t wait. She loved the snow. The fresh, clean white blanket that covered everything, making everything look new and beautiful.
She was thankful for the window in her little office as she worked researching cases and information on the Charter for Matthew. She admitted to herself that he wasn’t a limp dick like she had called him. He was actually nice and preferred the quiet confines of his office unlike that nosy redhead at the receptionist desk, Colleen.
Charlotte didn’t know what her problem was, but every time she looked at the young woman, she could have sworn the bitch was thinking of ways to disembowel her. There was no love lost between the two. They were never going to be friends, and Charlotte accepted that.
Trying to get her head back on the task at hand, she opened up her laptop to play a game of Hostel when an alert popped up. Clicking on the flashing icon, Charlotte began reading.
* * * *
“Charlotte, you have to calm down. I don’t understand what you’re saying,” Matthew said, trying soothe the anxious woman.
“Listen to the words coming out of my mouth! I found him. He lives here. He lives in this town.”
“Who?”
“The underwriter. He lives here!” she shouted.
* * * *
Braxton was enjoying his afternoon coffee when his phone rang, startling him. Spilling his coffee down his shirt, he cursed and answered the phone. “Yeah!”
“Sheriff Connelly, this is Apollo Humperdinck, the mayor of Celestial. Do you have a minute?”
“Sure, what can I do for the mayor of Celestial?” he said, rubbing the coffee from his shirt.
* * * *
Jordan was clicking away, trying to process his latest order, when the front door of the house was kicked in. The loud shouts of men storming the house had him jumping to his feet. When he turned, he was quickly thrown to the floor face-first, as a large man in an FBI jacket kneed his back. “Jordan David Whitmore, you’re under arrest for tax evasion and Internet fraud. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights as I have read them?”
“Yes,” Jordan grunted when the man slapped the cold metal cuffs tightly on his wrist, before a large fist hit him in the face, turning his world black.
* * * *
“Charlotte, are you sure?” Matthew asked as he looked over her shoulder.
“I’m positive,” she responded.
“Okay, print it out for me, and I want you to head straight over to the sheriff’s office. And Charlotte, I want you to stay there. Don’t leave. Stay with Braxton. Do you understand?” Matthew asked firmly, waiting for an answer.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Now, get out of here. I need to make some calls.”
Matthew watched as Charlotte picked up her iPad an
d quietly left the office. He watched as she looked both ways before crossing the street, and sighed when she entered the sheriff’s station. Turning, he walked into his office and picked up the phone and dialed a number he knew by heart.
Waiting for the call to be answered, Matthew opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out the Colt 45. Making sure it was loaded, he laid it down on the desk when the call connected. “Hello, Matthew, what can I do for you?”
“I know who you are, you prick. Run, and run fast, asshole. You have taken your last dime from this town.” With that, Matthew let the receiver fall to the floor. He picked up his gun, grabbed his coat, and went hunting.
* * * *
Braxton was grabbing his coat when Charlotte walked in. She didn’t say anything, just walked past him and sat at his desk. She turned on her iPad and started playing a game.
“Uh, baby doll, as much as I enjoy your company, I’m kinda busy. Do you need something?”
“No.”
“Okay, why are you here?”
“’Cause Matthew told me come here.”
“Why?”
“’Cause he said so.”
Braxton sighed. He didn’t have time for twenty questions with this woman. Though he was curious as to why she was here and not at work, the phone call he just received took precedence over the inner workings of Charlotte’s mind. So zipping up his coat, her grabbed his hat, kissed her cheek, and told her to behave as he left.
He didn’t know what the mayor of Celestial wanted with him, but with a two-hour drive ahead of him and the weather getting worse by the minute, he figured the sooner he left the faster he would get home.
It was a cryptic message. That was for sure. All he was told was that evidence had been brought to the attention of the mayor of Celestial and that a federal crime had been committed. Of course, since the sheriff of Celestial was someone whom the mayor refused to work with, he called Braxton.
Braxton knew many good men who worked for the bureau, having worked on several cases with them before, but when the mayor told him that it was someone he knew, well, Braxton figured it was best to get the information from the horse’s mouth.
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