Riding Her Cowboy Doms [Pleasure, Texas 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “Bend over, sub,” ordered Gage. He reached overhead and yanked the paddle off its hook.

  “Yes, master.” She heard the hum of the crowd and their shuffling as they moved closer. Bending over, she gave the audience a good look at her bottom. If the stage had been higher, they could’ve seen more.

  William patted her butt cheek. “Give her a few good whacks to get going.”

  Gage put his hand on her shoulder, then slid his fingers into her hair to take a hunk of it. She jumped a little when he rested the paddle against her skin, then closed her eyes. Paddling was one thing she’d always been okay with, but had never really enjoyed. Yet when they’d paddled her the day before, she’d realized just how much of a turn-on it could be. And how badly it could hurt if the Dom didn’t know exactly how to do it right.

  When the first one came, it wasn’t too bad. Just enough to give her a good sting.

  “Color, darlin’?”

  She smiled, knowing he remembered the mistake made in the private room. “Green, Master Gage.”

  Another swat came and went. It was faster, splintering the sting through her butt and into her back and legs.

  “Color?”

  “Green.” She twisted around to make sure he caught the real meaning behind her words. “Is it all right if I just tell you when my color changes, master? Like from green to yellow?”

  He caught on, all right, realizing she was giving him permission not to ask all the time. “Sure. You’re doing great, sub.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  The spankings came to both cheeks now. Gage used the paddle, but once his spank was over, William used his hand and flattened it against her other cheek. The sensation gave her two different kinds of spankings, two different kinds of zings into her. She moaned, loving the wetness each spank brought to her pussy.

  “Green, sirs. Still green.”

  “Good.” William took hold of her hair once Gage had let go and pulled her up. “Baby, are you wet?”

  She tugged in her lower lip, then answered. “Very wet, master.”

  “Good. Give me a taste. Rub yourself, then show me your juices on your fingers.”

  “Yes, master.” She slid her hand along the side of her breast, over the small rise of her stomach, then over her mons and between her legs.

  “Spread your legs, baby.”

  She did, opening herself wider. Her lips parted as her body heated up. Finding her clit, she began to rub. Although she’d fingered herself in front of the others before, having Gage and William standing next to her, watching her, made it even hotter. She moaned, not as part of the show, but because she couldn’t hold back.

  “Play with your tit, darlin’.”

  “Yes, Master Gage.” She cupped her breast and pinched her nipple. Closing her eyes, she gave into the feelings swamping her, riding her closer and closer to the edge.

  “That’s it. Rub harder.”

  She felt William’s hand on her butt, just resting there as she massaged her clit. A whimper escaped before she knew it.

  The whack of the paddle against her butt jolted her eyes open, but she never stopped rubbing her clit. Master Gage bit the back of her shoulder, grinned, then added another spank. Juices flowed over her hand.

  She was doing her first real scene with them and loving it. Judging by their lustful expressions, they were enjoying it as much as she was. Maybe more.

  “Give it to me.”

  Giving herself a quick couple of more rubs, she brought out her hand and held it up for Master William’s inspection. “Please, master, taste me.”

  His gaze met hers, and in that moment, she knew that not only were they the men she’d dreamed of, but they were also the Doms she’d waited for. They’d taken control just as they should and she’d do anything they asked.

  He took her hand, leaned in, and skimmed his tongue along her fingers. Grinning to show his dimples, he put her fingers into his mouth and sucked.

  She was unprepared when her climax hit her. Moaning, her body shuddered, cream flooding between her legs.

  “Gage, get the board.”

  The board was just that. A long, straight wooden board that was suspended between two chains.

  Gage stood beside it, his intent clear as she made her way to it, then put her back toward the board and lifted her arms. While he cuffed one wrist to the board, William did the other.

  “Spread your legs, baby.”

  “Yes, Master William.”

  “Wilson, bring the saddle rack here.”

  A saddle rack? Why would they use a stand that was meant to hold a saddle? And this rack was different from most racks. A barrel was placed on top of the legs, making it resemble the body of a horse.

  Wilson and another man lifted the rack onto the stage. William and Gage took it from there, sliding it closer and closer until it was right in front of her.

  “Get ready to ride, sub.” Gage wrapped his arms around her and lifted her body off the stage.

  She wasn’t sure what they were doing until William shoved the rack underneath her. Gage brought her down to sit on top of it. Her pussy met the smooth wood as her legs settled on either side of it. The audience loved the idea. As far as she could remember, no one had ever used a saddle rack in a scene. Spurs and pig ties, yes, but not a rack.

  “Ride it, baby. I want to see your juices on the wood. But don’t you come yet. Not until I give you permission.”

  “Yes, Master William.” Using her arms for support, she rocked her body back and forth. The more she rocked, the wetter the surface became and the easier it was to slide back and forth.

  “That’s it, sub. Ride it like you’re going to ride us one day real soon.”

  Harder and harder she rubbed. Faster and faster she went. Her clit throbbed, the need pounding into her. The climax she’d just had would be nothing to the one already starting to build inside her.

  “Color?”

  She could barely speak to answer Master Gage, but she knew she had to. If she didn’t, he’d stop the delicious torture. Instead, she groaned and said, “Green. God, so green.”

  When Master Gage added his finger, pushing it just inside her pussy, she let out a squeal and tried to press down harder, capturing his fingers between her pussy and the wood.

  “Damn, but she so fucking hot. So wet. That’s it, darlin’. Ride it, cowgirl.”

  But Master William wasn’t about to be left out. He slapped her bottom, then eased his finger along her butt crack and into her anus. She cried out again as the amazing torment whipped higher, hotter throughout her entire body.

  “She’s tight up front. How tight is her asshole?”

  Her head fell forward, whipping her hair into her face.

  “It’s fucking tight, man. I can’t wait until I get my cock inside her ass.”

  “Oh, please.” Her words melted with her whine. “I’m going to come. Please, I need to come again.”

  “Not yet, baby. Not until I say.”

  “Do you like it, darlin’? Are we giving you enough pleasure?”

  “Yes, Master Gage. But please, let me come.”

  “What do you think, bro?” The need on William’s face matched her own.

  “Soon enough.” Gage took hold of her hair and tugged her head back. “Tell us you really want us, sub.”

  “I want you.” She knew what she was saying. It was time to give up her prize possession. Her virginity.

  “Keep rocking.” William twisted her nipple, then squeezed her breast. “I want you to rock that hard when you ride me. And you’re going to ride me, aren’t you, sub?”

  “Yes! Oh, please, yes.”

  Knowing she’d never done a full-on sexual scene with anyone, the audience cheered at her answer. Encouragement came from all around her as they urged her to please her Doms.

  “You’re doing great, baby.” William took her by the chin. “Look at me.”

  She did and tried to put all her need into that one look.

  “Come
for me. Now.”

  As though he’d flipped the switch to her orgasm, she let it fly. Screaming her release, she bucked against the saddle rack. If she hadn’t been cuffed to the board, she wouldn’t have had the strength to keep from falling off.

  Her climax took her, riding her more than she could ever ride anyone. It took her on a fast run, barreling through her until she could do no more than hang from the board. She was exhausted, too spent to care if she’d given the audience a good show or not. The only ones she wanted to please were her masters.

  In such a short time, they’d gone from men she was supposed to train to her masters, her Doms.

  She whimpered as William and Gage freed her from the cuffs. William pulled her into his arms and carried her off the stage as Gage addressed the audience.

  “That’s it, everyone. And thanks to Paul for giving us the idea of using the saddle rack.”

  She laid her head against William, and although she couldn’t see Gage, she was sure she heard the smile in his voice as Gage finished speaking to the others.

  “I think my brother and I did a good job at being Doms.”

  Cheers and applause erupted as she put the last ounce of strength into her nod. “You sure as hell did.” Exhaustion hit her, clearing her mind and taking control of her failing strength. The last thing she heard was William’s chuckle against her ear.

  Chapter Seven

  Gage couldn’t take his eyes off Eva Marie as she lay sleeping on the couch in one of the private rooms. Her hair was like a stream of liquid gold as it trailed over the pillow they’d placed under her head. She hadn’t aroused since William had brought her into the room. As soon as his brother had placed her on the couch, she’d curled into a ball. As much as he’d wanted to stand over her and feast on her luscious body, he couldn’t. Instead, he’d covered her with a comforter and watched the steady rise and fall of her chest.

  He hadn’t realized how much the scene on stage had taken out of her. Was that boastful thinking? Or was the real reason something else, like a sleepless night? He’d rather stick with the assumption that made him feel the best.

  Before their time on stage together, he’d thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. But now? She was beyond that. He wasn’t sure what to call her. Was she mortal? Was she a goddess? An angel? Whatever she was, it amazed him to know she was theirs.

  “I can’t believe she’s ours,” whispered William.

  He chuckled. Sometimes William and he thought too much alike. “Yeah. I guess you really can win the lottery.”

  “Hell, we did a sight better than the lottery.”

  Both of them hissed at Georgia when she peeked her head inside the door.

  “Okay. I just wanted to make sure you were with her. That’s what good Doms should do.”

  She’d kept her voice low, but Eva Marie still reacted, shuffling to her other side and letting out a small mewl.

  They hadn’t been told they should stick around. Staying with her had more to do with their feelings for her than with their roles as her Doms. “Don’t worry. We won’t leave her alone.”

  Georgia gave him a thumbs-up then closed the door behind her. Gage checked Eva Marie again to make sure all the talking hadn’t disturbed her.

  They remained there, neither one of them wanting to leave. If he had to, he’d stay there all night. Paul would understand when he and William didn’t make it back out on the floor.

  He’d have never believed it. One amazing woman had made them her Doms and her wannabe lovers. All in faster time than it took to train a colt.

  * * * *

  Eva Marie was late, but she didn’t care. She’d wanted to take more time with her hair and her makeup since William and Gage would be at the club. If she could’ve worn something other than the usual waitress attire, she would have. But taking time to choose her outfit would’ve made her even later.

  She pulled her car into the parking lot, snatched up her purse, and started running toward the back door. She skirted around the huge seven-foot-tall water trough that served as an initiation tank for new hires. Since she hadn’t wanted to get into the usual sexual part of the initiation, she’d opted out. That was her choice and the Casing brothers hadn’t minded. Besides, if she ever decided to do the ceremony, she’d want her own exclusive Doms to share in the experience.

  Would William and Gage do an initiation with her? The idea tantalized her. After their scene on stage, she was sure they’d be the ones to take her virginity. They were the men she loved so it made sense.

  Halfway there, however, she knew she was headed for trouble.

  Damn it, Bob. Not now.

  Slowing down, she tried to ignore him, not even giving him a smile.

  “Hey, Evie, where’s the fire?”

  “I’m late for work.” The stench of alcohol hit her like a slap in the face. She tried to slip past him, but he grabbed her arm. “No, Bob.”

  “No what? I haven’t asked you for anything.” He winked at her in the way that made her stomach flip over. “Although you know what I want.”

  “And you know my answer. Now turn me loose.”

  “But why? I know you said you never do scenes, but, damn it, after last night, that’s all changed, right?”

  “No again. Last night was a special thing. I’m helping the Langham men train as Doms.” She wouldn’t tell him the rest. After all, she didn’t have to explain herself to anyone, least of all Bob.

  “Then do a special thing with me. Show me how to be a good Dom. I promise you I’ll treat you right.”

  “Bob, you’d better let me go before I start yelling.” She wriggled her nose. “How the hell did you get so drunk so early? Wilson would never serve you that much.”

  The standing rule was to cut off anyone who acted or smelled drunk. Sane, safe, and consensual meant knowing how much liquor to drink.

  Bob pointed at the empty whiskey bottle on the ground. “Didn’t need Wilson to give me any. I finished the first one off in record time. But don’t worry, Evie. I’ve got another one in the car. I was headed to get it when you showed up.”

  Damn. She’d have to tell someone about him. Someone who could get his keys from him without getting her boob squeezed. Someone who could put good old Bob in a headlock if needed.

  She jerked her arm back, but he held on tighter than she would’ve expected he could do. “Bob, I’m warning you. You need to let me go.”

  In the next instant, she realized he’d finally hit rock bottom in his quick descent after his wife’s death. His hand closed around her neck as he slammed her back against the building. Fear twisted her gut and took her breath away. She panicked and dropped her purse.

  “Stop telling me what to do. I’m the man and that makes me your Dom. You’re the sub so you’re supposed to do everything I say.”

  To her horror, he started undoing his belt. She struggled, but couldn’t get free. Grasping at his hands, she tugged as hard as she could, but was only able to loosen it enough for her to speak.

  “Bob, stop. You don’t want to do this. You’re drunk. Please, Bob, stop.”

  “Shut up, baby.” His order came out in a whine.

  “You’ll regret this later when you’re sober. Please, for the both of us, stop.”

  He had his jeans open and had thrust them down to his ankles. “Do as I say, sub.”

  She cried out as he forced her to her knees in front of him. His cock pointed at her face and he grabbed a hunk of her hair, making her move closer.

  “Suck my dick. And be careful with those teeth. You bite me, then I’ll have to punish you. Got it?”

  This is not happening. This is not happening.

  And yet, the smell of his musky crotch and the sight of his purple-lined dick refuted her pleading chant. “No.” She hated to touch him, but she pushed against his thighs. Yet, still, he didn’t let go.

  She screamed, putting all her strength into the sound. Letting instinct take over, she dug her fingernails into his legs.
His howl was even louder than her scream as he turned her hair loose and stepped backward. She landed on all fours, her hair falling in front of her face, just as someone grabbed Bob and flung him to the ground.

  “You lowdown dirty slime ball.”

  Thank, God. Gage.

  “Get the fuck out of here and don’t come back.”

  William’s here, too.

  A cry of relief burst from her. They had Bob down on the ground, their huge bodies towering over the pudgy man. Bob held his hands up, pleading for them not to hurt him.

  She pushed against the wall to get to her feet. A pair of hands lifted her up, then Belinda’s arm wrapped around her waist. Paul and Destin rushed past her, followed by Wilson and several others.

  “Come on, honey. Let’s take care of you.”

  She didn’t have it in her to argue with Belinda. Instead, she clung to her and let her lead her inside to a private room.

  By the time Belinda had brought her a stiff drink to help calm her nerves, William and Gage were by her side. She slumped against William and took Gage’s hand, needing to touch both of them.

  Belinda sat nearby with the whiskey at the ready. “She doesn’t look like she’s hurt. I checked her over.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me? She has his fucking handprints around her throat.”

  She squeezed Gage’s hand. “It’s okay. They’ll fade. Don’t take what Bob did out on Belinda.”

  “I’m sorry, Belinda.” Yet Gage’s tone hadn’t changed.

  “Don’t worry about it. Like I said, I didn’t see anything bleeding or bruises. Still, she should take it easy for the rest of the night. I’ll be happy to help you two out if you want to do a scene.”

  Distrust was an ugly thing, but she couldn’t keep it at bay. “No, I’m okay. As long as Bob’s gone.”

  “He’s gone, all right.” William caressed her back. “Destin’s driving him home. And he won’t be back, either. His membership’s been revoked.”

  Their touches were all that could comfort her. All that she needed to get past the awful ordeal. “Good.”

  “Do you want to press charges?” Gage’s tone was stony, full of rage that had nowhere to go. “You could send his butt to jail for attempted rape. Or assault. Get him on as many charges as you can.”