Trusting Her Doms [Pleasure, Texas 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 10

  A small part of her whispered that she was too late. Her heart was already in jeopardy with Hank and Ron.

  “I didn’t want to waste my time. They all end up lying and cheating, so what’s the point?”

  “So you’re just giving up on love because of a few lousy jerks?”

  She smiled instead of allowing the tears burning her eyes a chance to take over. “Wow, Ron. You’re really in touch with your sensitive side, aren’t you?”

  Hank took care of the pans, dumping them into the sink under running water. “She’s got you pegged.”

  “Better sensitive than a hard ass.”

  “You know what they say. Hard ass, hard cock.”

  “Fuck off, man.” Ron made a scoffing sound at his friend, then switched the subject. “Look, I hate to bring this up again, but how are your folks doing? Is your mom okay? Nothing’s happened to her, has it?”

  He was trying to find out why she’d left her house with nowhere else to stay. She averted her gaze from his. The last thing she wanted to talk about was her parents. She’d already said more than she should have. “No. It’s the same as always.”

  “I’m glad she’s okay. At the risk of prying…” He reached out and put his hand over hers. “I want you to know that if you ever need anything, all you have to do is call. That goes for your mother, too.”

  But not her father. Not that she could blame them. Embarrassment flooded her. “Thanks. But we’re all just fine.”

  “Which is why you were sleeping in your car.”

  Again, she found it difficult to look at him. She’d have to leave if he didn’t get off that particular subject. “Thanks again for letting me stay here. I’ll get my own place once I get the job.” She peered up at Hank through hooded eyes and gave him a smirk.

  He laughed. “Do what you want, but you’re welcome to stay here with us for as long as you need. Right, Ron?”

  “Forever as far as I’m concerned.”

  Forever? Who offered their home to a house guest forever? She was more touched than she let on. Other men had made promises to her, but none had kept them. Especially not promises that big. It had to be all talk.

  “Damn it. Let’s cut to the chase.”

  She hadn’t expected Hank to get so intense, but he drew his chair closer, putting his hard, yummy body so close to hers that she suddenly found it difficult to breathe. He’d calmed down from his earlier outburst, but there he was again, his jaw clenched just like his hands.

  “Like I told you earlier. We want you as our submissive. Ours and ours alone.”

  There it was again. Sitting back to give her enough distance to get her breath controlled again, she glanced from Ron to Hank. “Okay, to be honest, I’m not sure what you’re talking about. You mean, after I get the job?”

  “Not just then.” Hank eased closer, closing the distance between them. “At the club, here, wherever we have sex, you’re going to be the one we want as our sub. If you work at the club, then you won’t do anything with anyone else. We’ll let the rest of them know that it’s hands-off with you.”

  Was he talking about a business arrangement? One where she wouldn’t have to worry about how to tell members no? “But I thought that would affect my pay. You know, in fewer tips because I wouldn’t make the customers happy.”

  “It might, but we’ll more than make up for it. As for the members? As long as they know you’re our sub, then they won’t worry about whether or not you’re cool with what goes on there, either.” He sat back. “See? It solves that problem as well as giving us what we want. You don’t have to prove anything to us.”

  “We?”

  “We both want you as our sub.”

  “I’m not sure I can.” She’d been worried enough about the upcoming interview. But to be their sub? “What does that mean? Exactly?”

  “Didn’t we talk about this before?”

  “Easy, man. Remember, she’s new at this and she’s tired. It’s our responsibility to teach her.” Ron’s voice was firm, controlled.

  “To teach me? What am I? A child?” She was getting irritated. But if she told the truth, she’d have to admit that she was also getting more turned on than irritated. Her body was tensing up, but in a good way. And yet, although she was tired, she suddenly felt energized.

  “It means we think you’re the one for us.” Ron took her hand. “It means that not only do we want you to be our sub, we want you to be our woman.”

  “Your woman? For how long?”

  His eyes darkened, taking on a sultry hue. “For as long as you want. We’re hoping that’s forever.”

  She stood, having to get away from them in order to think. “If what you said before is true, that I’m a submissive at heart, then I shouldn’t have a problem with anything you want me to do. Is that right?”

  “Nope.” Ron came at her, snaring her between his arms as he flattened his hands on the counter. “We have to find our own vibe together. We’ll test your limits and you’ll test ours. If you find out that you still don’t like spankings, then we won’t spank you.”

  “So who says what goes and what doesn’t?” The stubble running along his jaw was darker than earlier, fuller and needing the attention of her fingers. But she had to resist. Once they touched, she wouldn’t have a chance in hell against her lust for them.

  “We all do. It’s this way. We take control, but you never really lose it. Use the safe word red and whatever you don’t like comes to a halt.”

  “Red as in stop.”

  “Yep. Green as in go. Yellow as in caution.” He tilted his head, then bent lower and nibbled on her neck.

  Sexual explosions weren’t the only things going off inside her. Her emotions took their own wild ride, tumbling together, over and around the sensations powering through her arms, her legs, and putting a fire of need inside her pussy. If she didn’t get their cocks inside her soon, she’d spontaneously combust.

  She couldn’t take it any longer. Taking hold of his hair, she jerked him away. He was stunned, but that didn’t matter. He got over his surprise soon enough when she slammed her mouth to his. His fingers threaded around her neck then up through her hair. He kissed her back, intense and hard, an unrelenting force that overpowered her own. His tongue swept briefly over her lips, then dove into her mouth. She tasted his flavor for only a moment and then it was gone, leaving her heartbeat racing.

  He kept hold of her, his eyes set on hers. “Is this what you want, darlin’? Are you ready to be our sub?”

  She told him the truth, unwilling to do otherwise. “I don’t know.”

  “Then let’s get that answer.”

  He took hold of her dress, his fingernails scratching along her skin as he tore the material away. Her breath was lost in her disbelief as her bra soon followed.

  She let out a small cry when Hank yanked her away from him, then lifted her to place her butt on top of the counter. Putting up a struggle wasn’t an option. She wouldn’t have stopped them for the world.

  “Hey, man.” Ron groaned, then let his friend have it his way.

  “This is what we want, baby.” Hank skimmed his fingers along her arms. “You do what we say and we’ll show you more pleasure than you’ve ever known. But if you don’t want to, all you have to do is say—”

  She pressed her fingers to his lips. “I know. Red. I’ve got it, now shut up and fuck me.”

  He grinned first at her, then at Ron, and back to her. “I thought you were too tired?”

  “Not any longer. Now fuck me, damn you.”

  “The sweet little girl has a mouth on her.” Ron unbuttoned his shirt, taking one button at a time to tease her. He tossed it to the side.

  Hank’s mouth changed under her fingertips as he spread his lips in a smile. “You can call us by our names here at the ranch, but at the club, it’s sir or master. We don’t care which. Remember that. Do you want us to stop?”

  “Green. I’m saying green.”

  Hank cupped her breasts, supportin
g them, weighing them to see if they were the right size. He lowered his head to her nipple then used his tongue to trace a circle around it. She laid her head back and closed her eyes, letting that simple, soft feeling wash over her. Caught in the throes of desire, she barely noticed when he tore off her panties, then tossed them away. She toed off her shoes.

  “What? Am I the only one getting naked? Come on, boys. Give me something to look at.”

  Hank shook his head, then shoved her legs apart. “I want more of what I got at the club.”

  “Hold up.” Ron jumped his gaze between them. “Something tells me I should’ve been there.”

  “Never mind him. You do what we say.” He let out a curse as Ron jerked him back, then took his place.

  She laughed at their back-and-forth play. It’d been a long time since she’d felt so wanted, so desired.

  “Lay back, darlin’, and enjoy.”

  She didn’t have a choice. Hank was back and pushing her onto her elbows. His hand covered her breast again as Ron bent and put his head between her legs.

  Ron blew a waft of warm air over her mons, tingling her with a delicious sensation. His thumbs moved her pussy folds apart, then he gave her a wicked grin. When he sucked in her clit, all she could see were his eyes peeking above her mons. He licked the juices that were flowing from her, sweeping his tongue around and around her tiny bundle of nerves, then outward to soak up the cream hiding in her folds. Every inch of her body came alive, sizzling as he devoured her, and begged for more.

  Hank shifted his attention from watching Ron to bending over her nipple. He sucked it in, then nibbled on it, before releasing it with a pop and another flick of his tongue.

  She moaned, delighting under the feel of their hands, their tongues sliding along her skin. Trembling, she put her back to the tile and reached for Hank. He slammed his mouth to hers, giving her no chance to drag in a breath before he ate at her lips and plunged his tongue inside her mouth.

  There was no gentleness in his kiss at first, but as though he had nourished his need for the moment, his kiss grew gentler, taking its leisurely time to skim the insides of her mouth. She moaned again, giving him the sound.

  Whether this was to be a relationship that included love was still uncertain, but she didn’t care at that moment. Her body hungered for theirs and that hunger had to be fed.

  Control. They’d told her that she had control, and yet, she had no control over anything her body was experiencing or how it was reacting. They controlled her with their hands as they played them over her, finding erotic places she hadn’t known existed. She couldn’t have told them any color, be it green, red, or yellow. All she knew was her need and its relentless pursuit.

  Ron’s mouth and tongue tortured her and she answered in the only way she could. She spread her legs wider, then let out a cry as he pushed two fingers into her hot, wet cunt. A renewed rush of cream flooded from her as he lapped at her and laved her clit. He moved them in and out of her, bending them inside her. She knew he’d brush over the rough patch of flesh inside her pussy at any moment and send her flying. Holding onto Hank as he devoured her breasts was the only way she would remain grounded to the counter.

  Her carnal fantasies of having the two men she’d yearned for were coming true, but would her dreams of a real relationship filled with love soon follow?

  She shoved the thoughts away, determined to think only about the present. The sensations coursing through her body would take precedence and that was enough. For now.

  Ron’s slurping sounds added to her lust. He ate her out, hard, as though he could spend the rest of the day lying between her legs and drinking her dry.

  “Do you trust us, baby?”

  At first, she wasn’t sure how to answer. Giving them her body was one thing, but to commit anything more to them would demand more than she could give. She trusted them enough to let them show her how to be a sub, but could she ever trust them enough to trust them with her heart?

  Still, she gave him what he needed to hear. “Yes.”

  “That’s good. You’re going to need to.” Hank picked up a towel, then wrapped it around her eyes.

  She was blindfolded, unable to see anything. At once, her heart skipped a beat. “Why?”

  “It’s part of learning to be our sub. Remember, just say red if you want us to stop.”

  “I remember.” In the next instant, however, she almost said the word.

  Together, they eased her onto her side. The coolness of the tile chilled her skin, but was soon extinguished by the heat searing her body. Ron pushed her legs up, then ran his hands along her skin to her butt.

  “Easy, darlin’. Just relax. You’re going to love this, too.”

  “Listen to him.” Hank took one of her legs and wrapped it around his waist.

  When both their mouths pressed against her, she jerked, reaching out blindly to get a hold on anything she could. At last, she found Hank’s arm just as he took one of her breasts.

  Ron pulled her butt cheeks apart and slicked his tongue along one cheek. He nibbled at her flesh, murmuring how much he loved the dimples in her butt. Embarrassment flashed through her at first, but then she realized that if he liked her dimples, then she had no reason to be ashamed. He covered her flesh with quick kisses, then pulled her butt cheeks apart and found the tight rim of her ass. She was tempted to call out yellow, not because it hurt, but because she’d never had anyone put his mouth there. As though sensing her hesitation, he replaced his tongue with his fingers, easing them into her dark hole.

  She inhaled. The sensation wasn’t bad. Definitely different. Then different was gone as her anal walls reacted on their own, holding onto his fingers.

  “That’s it, darlin’. Grab on. I want you to get used to this. When we fuck you, it’ll be from both sides.”

  But when? She wanted to know, but still didn’t ask. They’d tell her in time.

  Hank lowered his head to her pussy, pressing his mouth against her folds. He moaned a loud, satisfied sound, then plunged his fingers into her cunt.

  Instinctively, she clamped her pussy walls around his fingers, trapping them inside her. He let out another groan as her body convulsed, filling his mouth and covering his fingers and palm with her cream. Sucking and licking, he took full advantage of her. He went wild, his head moving fast as he licked quicker, harder as though he couldn’t get enough of her.

  And then he was gone.

  Another tug and she was off the counter and standing on wobbly legs. “What are you going to do?”

  “We’re getting caught up in the way you taste and forgetting that we need to teach you about being a sub. Can you stand on your own?”

  “Yes. But I don’t understand.”

  Hank caressed her cheek. “You will, baby. You will.”

  She gasped as her arms were thrust behind her. As one man held her, the other wrapped something soft around her wrists.

  “Get on your knees.” The craving, husky voice was Ron’s.

  “I need you to help me.”

  A hand gripped her throat. At first, panic seized her, then when she realized that the grip wasn’t that tight, her fear went away. She liked the feeling of possession it gave her.

  “Kneel, baby.”

  Hands helped lower her to the floor. The hardwood was cool under her skin.

  “Suck on me,” ordered Hank. He moved his hand from her throat to clutch her hair, keeping her still.

  She jerked her head back when the tip of his cock touched her mouth. “I don’t understand.”

  “Either say the safe word or do it. As our sub, you need to think of giving us pleasure in any way we like. That’s how it works. Giving pleasure to each other, striving to make that our goal. Make your choice now. Do it or we stop. It’s up to you.”

  There was no real choice. She couldn’t wait to have his cock inside her one way or another. She opened her mouth, then when he put his cock to her lips, she tugged it inside.

  He tasted good, so
good.

  She swirled her tongue around his length, loving the texture of his sensitive underside against the top of her tongue, then feeling the harder skin on top of him with the other side of her tongue. Drawing him in, she took him back as far as she could without choking. Setting up a rhythm, she bobbed her head back and forth, letting him help her glide up and down him.

  Hank worked his hips back and forth, his breathing growing hard. She ached to touch him and tugged at the bindings around her wrist, but Ron stopped her as he dropped to her side.

  “No, darlin’, don’t fight to get free. Go with it. You’ll see. It only adds to the pleasure.”

  Easy in and out she went with Hank’s cock until Ron’s fingers found their way between her legs and into her wet pussy. She sucked in hard, bringing her teeth together more than she would have if she’d had any warning.

  “Hey, baby, watch it. That was too close for comfort.”

  Ron put his mouth to work on her shoulder. The warmth of his chuckle drifted over her skin. “I’ll trade with you, man. Just say the word.”

  “Fuck off.” Hank strengthened his grip on her hair. “Damn, but she looks so good. That’s it, Carly, keep sucking harder. Just watch those teeth.”

  Ron picked up speed, rubbing his palm against her agonized clit as he thrust two fingers into her pussy. She moaned, then thrust her hips forward, urging him to drive into her deeper, harder.

  The sensation of her lips wrapped around Hank’s cock while Ron’s fingers explored her cunt drove her insane. The fact that she could turn them on so fast gave her a heady sense of accomplishment. She’d never felt so powerful and so much in control.

  Control. Is this what they meant when they said I’d still be in control?

  Ron bit her shoulder, a bite that was more than a nibble, then spoke, his mouth close to her ear. “I’d love to spank you, darlin’. With my hand. With a spatula. Whichever way you like.”

  She jerked as his palm glided over her tender flesh, and turned Hank’s cock free. Could she handle it? She wanted to be tested again and now was her chance. If she could do it for them, alone in their home, she could do it during the interview.