by BJ Wane
Greg tickled her clit with a teasing stroke as he said, “This will likely feel even stranger. Deep breath as I inflate the plug.”
It took only a few pumps to fill enough air into the intruding toy to put pressure against the hidden, unbeknown nerve endings lining her rectum. Kelsey shook as she released her breath, Greg’s soothing strokes over her buttocks and slow dips in and out of her sheath helping her adjust to the foreign sensations and slight discomfort that was already easing as he turned her over.
Rooting out her clit, he hugged her tight against him, demanding, “Come for me, Kelsey.”
And just like that, she exploded in climax, grabbing his wrist to keep him from pulling all the way out of her gripping pussy. As pleasure engulfed her body, turning her nipples into stiff peaks and her vagina into a wet, clutching inferno, she marveled at how talented he was at using one digit to fragment her into a million vibrating pieces.
Greg marveled at Kelsey’s response as he held her small, trembling body close, giving her a few seconds to come down from the orgasmic high before tipping up her chin and inspecting her face. He noted the blush that could have come from embarrassment, but after checking her eyes and seeing the sated bliss reflected in the bright blue depths, he figured it stemmed more from arousal. Fuck but he couldn’t wait to get inside her. Not yet, but soon, he vowed.
“Good girl. I want you to leave the plug in for an hour and then remove it.” Nudging her up, he stood and gave her a quick, hard kiss. “The clinic starts in ten minutes. Don’t be late.” He turned before letting go with a wide grin at the stunned look on her face as she realized he meant for her to attend part of the horse clinic with the plug still in place.
Devin was already in one corral with Thor, demonstrating the proper way to saddle and mount to the guests standing around at the rail. Tom was in the next enclosure with several horses, giving a few guests the chance to practice mounting and dismounting. He joined them on the sidelines, ready to answer questions as he kept an eye out for Kelsey. When he spotted her walking with hesitant steps toward them, he struggled to hold back his grin. She might question and think about balking, but damned if the girl didn’t have grit and a cock gripping way of embracing new kinks.
She’d missed the first part of this morning’s instructions, but since they had consisted of going over mostly safety tips she already knew, Greg didn’t bother filling her in. He would rather stand there for the next thirty minutes watching the expressions cross her face every time she moved but as Devin wound down his instruction phase, he pivoted to go get Cherokee and take his turn at the helm.
Most of the group had ridden before, so they were able to wrap up the morning’s instructions an hour later. Devin took names of those who wanted to go on the afternoon hike as Greg slid the saddle off his stallion and turned to put it over the rail. He checked the time as soon as he saw Kelsey still at the rail, now conversing with Otis and Silas who had just shown up. Lifting his hand, he snagged her attention, scowled and pointed to the house. She’d left the plug in too long, obviously unaware of the health risks that could impose. The fact she’d grown comfortable with the new toy boded well for her ability to take both him and Devin at the same time, a prospect that sent his blood on a torrential rush surging through his veins.
She returned his frown, her mouth tightening in irritation, but then said something to the older men who had taken a shine to her before stomping toward the front porch. She didn’t like being bossed around, but she would learn there were times it was needed even if she wasn’t in a scene with one or both of them.
Kelsey marched into the house, welcoming the cool air against her heated face as she strode down the hall toward the bathroom. Pulling down her jeans, she deflated the plug and removed it, a shudder racking her body as the softened sides glided along the sensitive lining of her butt. By the time the guys had ended this morning’s clinic session and she turned to greet Otis and Silas, she’d grown comfortable enough with the foreign object nestled inside her not to squirm. It had only taken one step to stir her arousal back to life.
Cupping a hand between her legs, seeping juices coated her palm as she glared at the slutty bitch and muttered, “Are you never satisfied?” Her answer was another drip of cream. With a mental headshake at her continued craving for more, she yanked up her jeans. Either her sex life before meeting Greg and Devin was even more lacking than she’d thought all this time or those two were more potent than she’d bargained for.
Greg’s silent command outside had irritated her at first, but as she now found herself adjusting to the emptiness inside her butt as opposed to the unaccustomed fullness, her annoyance slipped away. Maybe he knew what he was doing after all and she should continue to go with the flow since their attention had perked up her stay here exponentially.
Things grew quieter outside as she settled down to work, most of the guests going on the afternoon hike with their hosts. Kelsey welcomed the silence as she pulled up the new accounts she had yet to get organized enough to send them back to the clients. Several hours later, her growling stomach and the return of the trail exploring party had her doing a quick check of her work. It surprised her to see how much she’d accomplished without even realizing how fast and accurately she’d made more sense of the numbers sent to her.
Kelsey refused to delve too deeply into why it pleased her so much when Devin and Greg took seats on either side of her at dinner a short time later. Just because she enjoyed their attention even when they weren’t tormenting her butt or giving her a mind-blowing orgasm didn’t mean anything other than she liked them. Nothing wrong with that she kept telling herself as they urged her to socialize with the guests along with them. Greg challenged her to a game of pool as the hour grew late and Devin joined a poker game with Tom, Les and a few others. After she insisted she let Greg win, she helped Mary in the kitchen until the motherly woman noticed the tiredness pulling at her and sent her back to the house.
Since her bossiness felt more like caring, she caved and fell asleep as soon as she crawled under the covers to the sound of the guys coming in for the night.
The next morning, Kelsey didn’t have to wait to open the bathroom door to see Devin; he stood leaning against the counter as she stepped out of the shower, the towel now out of her reach. Pushing her wet hair off her face, she stood still under his blatant perusal of her dripping naked body, those dark eyes heating her more than the steam from the hot shower.
“Don’t either of you ever knock?” she asked with a breathless catch as he slid his eyes up to her face.
“Sure, on each other’s doors. Not yours. Bend over the counter,” he instructed.
“Why?” The question came automatically, as did the thrill skating down her spine. That was until his jaw went rigid and a flame leapt to life in his eyes as he reached for her.
With a push between her shoulders, he bent her at the hips as Kelsey caught him picking up her brush from her sideview. “That answer reminds me about your lie. Any woman who spent time in a club would know to either reply with a color or obey.”
He brought the flat side of the wooden brush down on first her right buttock and then the left, the two swats fast and painful enough to draw a screech. Kelsey reached behind her to rub her aching backside but before she reached her goal, Devin had her hands shackled together in one large hand at her back.
“I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself. Hold still. It’s time for your plug.”
A groan spilled from Kelsey’s throat as she lay with her breasts and cheek pressed against the granite counter while he worked the greased, deflated toy past her tight sphincter and into her butt. What did it say about her she found his heavy-handedness as appealing as Greg’s lighter approach yesterday, or about the welcome sigh that slipped out of her mouth as he inflated the plug one extra pump more than last time? She couldn’t stop from wiggling her hips as she adjusted to the fullness again, but then he had the gall to spread her labia and slowly twist the woo
den brush handle into her pussy.
“Shit!” She craned her head up to glare back at him despite the copious wetness that greeted the handle’s insertion, her stomach and thighs trembling in reaction. “Are you really using my brush?”
He taunted her with a sardonic curl of his lips as he drawled, “I really am. Your pussy doesn’t seem to mind.” With another slow turn, the embedded handle widened her slick walls, adding to the overcrowded stuffy sensation now encompassing her entire lower half.
“My body’s a traitorous bitch.” Kelsey didn’t think he could shock her further, but then, she never imagined he would pull her lips open with his free hand, expose her clit and pull the handle out to deliver a swat right on that tender nub of swollen flesh.
Her startled scream echoed in the small space, followed by pathetic whimpering as an explosion of pussy and butt-gripping pleasure darkened her vision. She came down from the exalted high to the clatter of the brush landing on the counter in front of her, the glistening handle proof of the decadent level she had sunk to. Nothing could have pleased her more at that moment than Devin assisting her up and pulling her into a snuggling embrace. Panting, she huddled against his thick chest, the steady thump of his heart and soothing back rub calming her shell-shocked senses.
“There you go,” he whispered as her body went lax. Dipping his head, he met her rising mouth and kissed her, just a soft brush of his lips over hers, but it was enough. “Are you good now?”
“Oh, yeah.” Moving back from the embrace that moved her as much as his actions, she reassured him by adding, “Real good, Sir,” with a cheeky grin.
“That’s a girl. No more than an hour with the plug.” He turned, pausing at the door to toss back with a wave of his hand toward the brush, “You might want to wash that before using it again.”
Kelsey reddened, thinking she might have bitten off more than she was prepared to handle. Then again, she was only here for a short time, so why not indulge every fantasy to help make the best of it?
Chapter 10
“We’ve verified her identity and will have the job completed by this time next week.”
Sven Lindgren breathed his first sigh of relief in over a year. “Call me when it’s done.”
He hung up, swiveled his chair to gaze out the window at the snow-capped peaks of the Alps, a view he never tired of looking at. He still couldn’t believe his partner gave this up for a woman. Twenty-five years, he thought in disgust, and that son-of-a-bitch was still screwing with him. Everything would have stayed perfect if Fiske hadn’t made that trip to the states and met Sharon Lewinsky at a New York art show. His lip curled as he recalled Fiske claiming he was in love and planned to expand their lucrative, and illegal business of money laundering to the other side of the Atlantic. As if it hadn’t been difficult enough to stay out from under the watchful eye of the Swedish authorities.
For five years they had argued back and forth, long after Sharon’s death in childbirth. Sven couldn’t then nor now understand Fiske’s obsession with the kid, or his determination to raise her in her mother’s country. He’d had no idea the girl was in the next room when he’d flown over there to finally discuss their rift face to face with Fiske. He’d planned that confrontation for when she was supposed to be spending the weekend with her maternal grandmother. After their fight got out of hand and Sven reacted without thinking by snatching a knife sitting on the kitchen table, he’d fled the bloody corpse of his long-time friend and cohort in crime to hide out in his hotel until catching a morning flight out.
His hand shook as he reached for the glass of whiskey on his desk. He’d been in a frenzy after reading about Fiske’s death in the paper and then spotting an article right below about a young blonde girl found wandering alone a block away. He recognized her picture and still broke out in a cold sweat whenever he thought about the kid witnessing what he’d done. After two failed attempts to take her out in the first five years, he’d figured he was safe enough and had let it go.
And then the huge, prestigious law firm of Lewis, Miller, Huffington and Clark had contacted him. The sweat started rolling all over again with their inquiries about Fiske’s daughter’s whereabouts and learning they were holding her inheritance, which would come to her on her thirtieth birthday. There was no telling what was in that lockbox, but given Fiske’s admission he’d covered his ass and would take him down if they were to part ways, he couldn’t risk the girl getting hold of those contents. His partner had been meticulous about keeping detailed records of their illicit activities, damn it.
Sven gulped down the last of his drink, enjoying the distraction of the fiery burn. The odds of the lawyers tracking her down before his goon took her out were now much slimmer. Soon, and with a small amount of time to spare, this would be over. He was starting to feel better, so optimistic in fact, he thought of giving his hired mercenaries a raise and then quickly changed his mind. They deserved no tips after stressing him with the long wait.
Wednesday morning Kelsey emerged from the bathroom expecting, even hoping to see either Greg or Devin waiting to insert the butt plug again. After using the toy twice, she’d gotten used to the snug fit and had come to terms with the unexpected sensations that orifice could produce. Disappointment swamped her upon seeing the empty hallway, her first thought an irritated don’t they know I only have a short time to get all I can out of them? As busy as they were, she supposed she should be more grateful for the time they had given her. By the time she’d pulled on her jeans and a loose tank top, the extra lining allowing her to go braless without visible notice, the silence of the house was grating on her nerves. Weird, she thought, just plain weird. She lived alone and was used to long stretches of silence in the mornings and evenings.
Maybe it was the nightmares from causing a man’s death that wouldn’t let up and kept disturbing her sleep that brought about these unexplainable emotions. Waking every morning with guilt dragging her down didn’t improve her mood and reminded her how much she wanted the uncertainty over that man’s attack settled once and for all so she could go home.
By that evening, Kelsey decided her plan to soak up as much of Greg and Devin’s attention while she could wasn’t going as well as she desired. Both men had been so busy running the clinic and entertaining their guests, the only time she’d spent with them other than the fifteen minutes the previous two mornings had been for dinner at the social hall. With everyone else around. With no privacy, time or freedom to indulge in her newfound joy of kinky sex. With two dominant guys. They returned to the house long after she had gone to bed and worked all day doing activities with the guests.
It wasn’t right, she grumbled to herself as she compared the sums on the debit and credit columns listed on the computer screen. After finally agreeing to a short, physical relationship, it was just plain inconsiderate to leave her hanging after showing her how she got off on their heavy-handed dominance. She’d shaved again that morning, and as she squirmed in her seat at the desk all day, the newly bared, sensitive skin prickled with each slide of her silky panties. The teasing distraction both titillated and annoyed her.
To divert her mind from the constant hum of neediness those two men were responsible for, she thought of home, wondering if any of her friends missed her. Jordan had insisted she refrain from contacting anyone except her boss and him and Theresa until she returned to Philly. Because she liked that they cared so much, she’d agreed to all their terms since that awful night and suffered their restrictions in silence.
She missed home, yearned for the familiarity of her surroundings, friends and co-workers. She never did well with change, which, she knew, was one of the McAllisters’ chief concerns over insisting she come to Montana. In an effort not to cause them grief, she’d been trying to make the best of this trip. But it hadn’t been easy. Her unhappiness with the whole situation had driven her to pursue her hot hosts. When they’d given her the attention she craved, she thought she had it made until she went home, but no, here she
was today, spending the day alone while they lavished all their attention on everyone else.
Their paying guests, you moron. Her cranky annoyance made no sense and with a disgusted sigh aimed at herself, Kelsey finished her work and shut down her accounts for the day. It was too early for dinner, but maybe Mary could use some help. Shoving back from the desk, she stood and left the house only to stop on the porch when she spotted Greg and Devin standing around outside the far barn with Tom and Otis and Silas. An irrational surge of resentment tightened her muscles. If they had time to stand around doing nothing, why couldn’t they spend those moments with her? She knew her petty anger was out of place but couldn’t seem to help herself.
Stomping down the steps, she stormed across the lawn, returning Otis and Silas’s greeting with an absent wave as they passed her heading toward the social hall. She didn’t catch their questioning looks as she halted in front of the other three. Placing her fists on her hips, Kelsey glared at Greg and Devin, disregarding Tom’s presence. “You’ve been gone all day,” she snapped, ignoring the way both men narrowed their eyes at her accusatory tone.
“Tom was around. What did you need?” Devin asked coolly.
You. Taken aback by the first answer that popped into her head, Kelsey went cold then hot. Flustered, she pivoted, tossing back in irritation, “Nothing. Just forget it.” Striding toward the social hall, she berated herself for acting like an idiot and for the pathetic need she seemed to have developed for not one, but both men.
“Someone’s had a bad day.” Tom smiled at Greg and Devin. “I have a few things to finish up.” He nodded toward Kelsey’s stiff, retreating back. “Good luck with that.”