She did a shimmy. A little butt wiggle in your face shimmy. On a horse. My cock hardened, and I shifted uncomfortably. This wasn’t a good position for getting an erection. Luckily, the saddle horn hid it from view.
“Not much farther now, Brody. Just a little bit past this grove of trees. You should be able to hear the stream from here.”
“Oh, yippee. A stream.” I didn’t even attempt to mask my sarcasm. I knew I had a bad attitude, but there was a reason Mitch nicknamed me city slicker.
The ranch wasn’t that bad, though, at least when horses weren’t involved. Mitch’s family was warm and welcoming—the type of people who made you feel like you’d known them your whole life. Being this far from civilization and away from the lights and sounds of the city was a lot nicer than I imagined.
Even without all that, the change in Mitch made everything worth it. To see how confident and poised he was out here at the ranch still blew my mind daily. It gave me hope that he would finally be comfortable enough and supported enough to come to terms with his own sexuality and start owning his wants and desires. Especially the ones that included me. I would happily get on a horse every day, if it meant I would get to eventually have him lying next to me each and every night.
I hoped the day would come where I, too, would acclimate to the ranch and work here with the same ease and confidence that Mitchell did, but honestly, I would just settle for not feeling like a completely incompetent buffoon every time I left the safety of the ranch house. Because I wanted to stay. I had known that since the first day. I wanted it for Mitch. For April. For us.
“Whoa there, city slicker,” Mitch called out from behind me. Unbeknownst to me, he and April had stopped their horses at the edge of a stream and watched as I rode right on past them, continuing on the trail. “It’s time to give the horses a break.”
April and Mitch hopped down from their horses with ease, and I looked doubtfully down at the ground, until Mitch put an arm out to catch me. I managed to dismount with all the ease of a beached walrus and shook a little when I finally stood on my own two feet.
Mitch laughed. April plopped herself on the ground near the edge of the stream, and I quickly joined her, not trusting myself to stand.
To my surprise, she leaned over and laid her head on my shoulder. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“If I say no, can we call it a day and head back?”
“We still have to ride the trail all the way around. This one loops around the edge of the property, then back to the corral.”
I shook my head and grabbed her, pulling her on top of me to straddle my lap. “You two are so making this up to me.”
“If you’re lucky.”
“Oh, I’m always lucky.”
Chapter 9
Brody
“You can go on up to the house and clean up, Brody. April and I will take care of the horses,” Mitch announced as we finally pulled into the corral after the long trail ride they had forced me to take.
Dismounting quickly, I wearily eyeballed the two of them, unsure if I wanted to leave them alone to bond. April came over and grabbed Abigail’s reins from me and led her into the barn, blowing me a kiss over her shoulder as she went. I sighed deeply, realizing how unfair it was for me to even be thinking like that. I’d had hours alone with April earlier, and I loved and trusted Mitch more than anyone in this world.
Besides that, a shower sounded heavenly. I was still sticky from flour goop, achy from the horseback ride, and now, I smelled vaguely like horse breath and manure. I whistled to myself as I walked up the hill towards the main house. Apart from the pain and the smell, it had been a damn good day. And tonight? Tonight promised to be even better.
“Oh my,” Nan breathed, wrinkling her nose as I walked by. “Say, did you get any of that shit into the compost, or is it all on you?”
“Very funny,” I snarled as I walked by. It wasn’t that bad, but as the new guy and the city slicker, everybody here seemed to take pleasure in picking on me. Even Nan.
No sooner had I stepped beneath the spray and began the process of very thoroughly scrubbing every inch of my skin with the loofah, the curtain pushed back to reveal two smiling naked figures.
“Trust me, you don’t want any of this.” In the small shower stall, the smell was a lot more pungent than it seemed when we were outdoors. Ignoring me, they stepped in, April behind me and Mitch at my front.
“We figured you could use some help,” April said with a giggle.
Maybe if I pushed down hard enough, I could scrub the stench off. I could essentially scrub off the top layer of my skin, thus eradicating the stench that way—assuming, of course, that it hadn’t sunk through my clothes and into my glands by now. I could do that, scrub off the top layer of skin everywhere that might have been touched by the obnoxious odor. Sure, it was a lot of skin, but I was tough. I could take it.
My thought process was interrupted when Mitch all but wrestled the loofah out of my hand.
“Dude, you are not scrubbing your skin off.” Mitch was deadpan, humorless, as he took it from me, turned, and squirted a large dollop of soap onto the center of the loofah.
I winced sheepishly. “Oops. Did I say that out loud?”
“No, actually, you didn’t.” Mitch snorted. “I just know you that well. Plus, you were holding the loofah and looking down at your arm like you wanted to bite it off.”
“Oh. Do you think it would work?”
“No!” April and Mitch shouted in unison.
“Brody,” Mitch whispered, beginning to wash my belly gently with the suds-covered loofah. “I assure you, it’s not as bad as you think it is, and you need to just relax.”
As he spoke, his ministrations moved lower until the loofah was working it’s magic around my groin and balls.
“You’ve had a hard day,” April agreed, her soft voice like music in my ear as she began to firmly massage my shoulders, working out knots I didn’t know existed.
With both their attentions turned to me, I began to relax, melting as I leaned against Mitch in the shower, letting him hold me up with his broad shoulders, even while his hand was wrapped firmly around my dick. He stroked me, and his body shifted just slightly, still supporting my weight.
“Such a good little cowboy,” he teased.
I reared up and cocked my eyebrow, glowering at him. “We’re inside now.” I spoke pointedly. “You remember what that means.”
“No, no, I don’t,” he lied. “Maybe you’d better remind me.”
In that moment, I realized that Mitch needed to feel the shift just as badly as I did. Possibly even more so.
“On your knees,” I commanded, watching as he knelt in the small space, bringing him eye level with my now fully erect cock.
Bracing my hand against the wall, I lifted one leg and brought it to rest atop his left shoulder. My erection all but hit him in the face.
I could feel April peering over my shoulder with interest, waiting to see what would happen.
Turning to glance over at her, I smiled. “Don’t worry, little one. It’s your turn next.”
Her eyes went wide, and her face flushed. She bit down on the outside of her lip and smiled. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, all but shivering in anticipation.
I turned my attention back to Mitch. “Suck me like a good boy,” I whispered thickly, watching as Mitch’s own cock twinged and grew between his legs.
His lips closed around the tip, and I grabbed for his hair with my free hand, using it as leverage to pull him closer, forcing him to take my long shaft down his throat.
He answered by reaching his hands around and grabbing my ass by the handful. My entire body reacted as he located my asshole and worked the tip of his finger in circles around the tight hole.
Holy crap. I wasn’t going to last long if he kept pulling stunts like that.
That’s okay, I’ll make up for it later, I thought as my spine straightened and my back arched. I spilled my load into his mouth, watching with an evil
smirk as he gurgled in surprise, forcing himself to swallow.
April
There was something sexy and almost empowering to watching the way Mitch and Brody loved each other. Even when Brody was being domineering and nasty as fuck, there was this hint of romantic eroticism in every move he made.
When I watched the two of them banter with each other for power, like two dueling trumpets, it was impossible to regret letting go of my resolve so quickly. Their capacity for love was so great, it was impossible to worry that I wouldn’t be taken care of or treated right.
The love that flowed from them was so pure, it was like it spilled between them and extended to me without effort.
Molding my chest to Brody’s back, I leaned against him, watching the scene from over his shoulder, and remembered his earlier promise. I was next. I wonder what that meant? Would I take Mitch’s spot? Would I suck off Mitch as I had done a few days prior?
As much as I wanted to stay with oral sex and not venture yet into uncharted territory, I craved the feeling of being in the middle of a Mitch and Brody sandwich. But I was trying to take it slow. There would be plenty of time for that later.
The close quarters of the shower offered a limited number of positions. And while sucking them off was nice, it did seem as though they were getting most of the pleasure. So far, I had mostly gotten pain.
I liked the pain. Oh, not while it was happening so much, but later, when my ass burned all day with the memory of the intimate scene. Their hands on my ass. Words of discipline ringing in my ear. The juices of my arousal leaking from my pussy and onto the leg of their jeans while they voiced their displeasure across my ass. I longed to feel that connection with Brody that I experienced with Mitch, and I wanted to experience this aftercare thing that Merry seemed to hold in high regard. The memories and desires had been lingering for days, leaving me in a constant state of intense arousal, even when we were apart from each other.
Brody grabbed Mitch’s head, forcing himself into his mouth, and I moaned softly. My pussy throbbed with need as I watched them. Cupping my breast, I rubbed softly across my soapy skin, trailing down to cup my mound. With a single finger, I found my clit and stroked it wildly without abandon, leaning away from Brody just enough to stand on my own, while still having the same view as before.
Brody’s back went rigid, then arched, and I noticed where Mitch’s finger was. His hand parted Brody’s tight cheeks just enough for me to have a perfect shot of the tight star shaped hole that rested between his cheeks. There was still soap on Mitch’s fingers, leaving a small circle of bubbles around the rim of Brody’s anus where he massaged.
Oh, God. I strummed myself harder, pushing past my lips, to enter myself with two fingers on my other hand. Brody cried out as he came, and I mirrored his cry with one of my own, not realizing it until I felt the shift in the small stall and realized they were both staring at me.
My mouth formed a small o of surprise and my hands fell to my sides. Nobody spoke, and the only sound that could be heard was the pounding of water against the bottom of the tub, where the spray hit.
Brody moved first, grabbing my chin with two fingers and forcing me to meet his gaze. “Didn’t I already say that you were next, little one?”
“Yes, Sir.” I cast my eyes down, refusing to look at him. My stomach clenched. I hadn’t recognized it at the time, but I could tell, from the way he was looking at me now, that this was bad. Very, very bad.
“I guess she couldn’t wait that long,” Mitch joked, lightening the moment with his subtle humor. “Maybe she was feeling a little left out.”
“Maybe,” Brody mused, nodding his head in agreement. “Still, when I say your turn is next, one would think that the fact it is not your turn currently is clearly implied.”
I said nothing. The two of them continued to play off of each other, even with all their attention turned to me. “And when you put it that way, it almost sounds like direct disobedience.”
Brody dropped my chin and began to stroke his own. “Indeed it does. Hey, Mitch, what do you suppose happens to naughty little girls who disobey?”
My pussy spasmed, and my ass cheeks clenched simultaneously. My hands flew to cover my backside.
Mitch chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry, little one. Your cute little bottom is safe, this time. We have many other ways to punish naughty girls such as yourself.”
“Since your naughty bits are the scene of the crime, so to speak, maybe they will bear the pain and pleasure of your punishment this time.”
I shook my head slowly from side to side. I couldn’t imagine what that would look like, but I was certain that I didn’t want it. Or did I?
“Oh, yes,” Brody growled, cupping my pussy in one of his large soapy hands. “This sweet little kitty has been very, very naughty. It needs to be taught a lesson, I think.”
Mitch stepped forward then, closing the space between us as he growled, “I want to spank that naughty little pussy.”
“You want to spank my what?” I shrieked, shaking my head so fast, I feared I might get whiplash.
Brody ignored my cry of protest, and the clap as he slapped against my pussy echoed inside the shower walls. I stopped short and froze. The pain was quick and blinding, but dulled just as quickly, settling into a dull hum of pleasure with only the faintest memory of pain left behind.
I gasped, parting my legs slightly to give him better access.
Smiling, they both shook their heads at me. “Not here, little one. We want to have full access when we punish this naughty little pussy, so we can make sure you get the full message.”
“Okay,” I gulped, suddenly afraid again.
“Wash up,” Brody commanded, handing me the soapy loofah. “Make sure you get all those pretty little folds and your tight little holes. I want them to be squeaky clean before I dirty them up again.”
I couldn’t speak. I was beyond coherent thought, unable to focus on anything but abject obedience. Holy fuck. This was happening. And I was oddly okay with it.
Chapter 10
April
I scurried out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, to find Mitch and Brody lounging casually on my bed. Both of them were fully erect. Their bodies still shone from the shower, and the picture they made was sexy as fuck. I wanted to pinch myself to make sure this wasn’t just another one of my naughty masturbation fantasies.
“Drop the towel. We want to see that naughty little pussy before we spank it.”
Eek. Shaking slightly, I let go of the towel and watched it drop to the floor.
Two sets of eyes roved over my naked glistening skin. I was throbbing with arousal and trembling with anticipation. Of all the stories told to me by my much more adventurous girlfriends, there was no point of reference for pussy spanking. Wait until Janine heard about this.
Finally, Mitch crooked a finger and beckoned me over to them. With a gulp, I shuffled over to the bed. Mitch’s head was on the pillows while Brody took the opposite position with his head at the foot of the bed, making him eye level with my throbbing lady bits.
Where was I to go? Did I sit? Lie down? Kneel? Stand here just as I was?
Brody reached out and took my hand, guiding me onto the bed, and laid me down so that I was settled between them, with my head at the top of the bed near Mitch’s.
“Spread your legs,” he instructed.
When I didn’t obey right away, he shoved my knees apart and slapped my pussy hard.
Tears sprang to my eyes. The pain was instant, reverberating throughout my body and fading quickly, leaving a tingly ache in its wake. I left my legs exactly as he positioned them, fighting the urge to close them tightly.
Both men rolled onto their sides, propping themselves up on their elbows, viewing me from opposite angles.
I was on display for them, waiting with baited breath for the promised punishment to take place. I scrunched my eyes shut. My stomach was in knots from waiting, and the juices of my arousal leaked onto the duvet beneath me.
I’d never felt so exposed or humiliated, and it was fucking hot.
“See this?” Brody questioned, flicking a finger between my soft folds. I saw nothing.
“Open your eyes.” The directive from Mitch was punctuated with a stinging slap between my legs. My eyes popped open, more from shock than obedience.
“See how eager and wet you are?” he murmured as his finger joined Brody’s ministrations. “We like to make you wet, little one.”
“Indeed.” Brody’s accented growl made me giggle.
“You’re laughing, hmm? You shouldn’t be laughing at trouble, little one. That’s very naughty.”
“Yes, Sir.” I spoke through more giggles. I couldn’t help it. I was prone to laughter when nervous. And, oh hell, was I nervous.
Shaking his head, Brody pulled his finger from where it gently tickled between my legs and formed a cup with his palm, resting it atop my mound while Mitch continued rubbing my clit with his thumb.
“There’s something you need to understand about Daddies, little girl.”
“What’s that?” My tone was full of sass. I knew danger was imminent, but I couldn’t help myself.
“Pleasure and pain is ours to give—and ours to take. It was very naughty to pleasure yourself when it was my turn.”
“Okay.” I stifled a giggle. Damn nerves.
His brows lifted. “Obviously, I’m not going to get through to you with words alone.”
“Obviously not.” Oh my God, what the hell was wrong with me?
Brody’s hand moved from my pussy, and mine instinctively went to cover myself. But they were faster. Before I even knew what was happening, Mitch grabbed my arm and pinned it above my head. Oh shit.
Brody made contact first. The slap to my pussy had me arching my back and lifting my hips to try to get away. He quickly stilled me, pinning my legs to the bed, just as Mitch covered the sting with a slap of his own.
Oh God. This was different than having my ass spanked. While the afterglow of that left me with delicious feelings, it was all pain while it was happening. This was infinitely more painful—and twice as delicious. They continued as they started, taking turns as they smacked my exposed pussy. Sometimes, they used just their fingertips, other times, their whole hand.
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