Her Cowboy Doms [Pleasure, Texas 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “Fuck, you’re hot. I can see your pussy, too. But I’m more interested in your ass.” He slapped her butt cheek and loved the way her smooth skin bounced with her flesh rippling outward from the pink mark centered on her skin. “Do you like that, baby?”

  “Yes, Master Paul.”

  “Then you’d better give her a few more swats.” Destin stood near the steps and reached out to play with her tits.

  “When you’re right, you’re right, man.” He spanked her again. She yelped with each one, although from experience, he knew he wasn’t hitting her hard. “That’s it, sweet sub. I want to hear how much you like it.”

  He slapped her butt several times more, each one making a pretty pink handprint. Destin toyed with her nipples, taking the clothespins that were in a box by the steps and clamping them onto her nipples. At first, she balked at that, but then settled down. Their sub was new to play, but she adjusted quickly, giving him pride in calling her their sub.

  He couldn’t take much more. Watching Destin with her had turned him on more than he would’ve thought. Leaning over her, he slapped her butt cheek again, then slid his hand over until he parted her butt cheeks and began to massage her anus.

  She craned her head around. Her eyes were wide, with a hint of fear in them.

  “Haven’t you ever gotten butt fucked, sub?”

  “No, Master Paul.”

  “That’s too bad for you, but great for me.” He smiled, hoping to put her fear at ease. “I’m going to fuck your pretty virgin ass, baby, and you’re going to love it.”

  “Doesn’t it hurt?”

  “A little.” He bent lower, then as he watched her expression, he slipped a finger into her ass, past the tight ring of muscles. She tensed, then let out a breath.

  * * * *

  As leery as Georgia was to get fucked from behind, she couldn’t help but feel electrified from the inside out. She’d often wondered how that would feel, and now, finally, she was going to find out. At first, the sensation was strange and a little unpleasant, but that soon changed. Desperate to have Master Paul inside her in any way he wanted, she wiggled her ass, tempting him as much as she could.

  It stunned her when he withdrew his finger and glared at her. “No, sub. You don’t tell me when to do something. Not with words or with actions. Remember who’s in control here.”

  He raised his hand, then struck her butt cheek again. The pain was greater than before, stinging her flesh. “I thought you didn’t believe in punishment, Master Paul?”

  He glared at her harder and yet she could see a spark of glee on his face. Did he want her to challenge him?

  “I said I don’t like it much. That doesn’t mean, however, that I don’t think it’s necessary at times. New subs need time to learn, but when a sub knowingly disobeys, then punishment is an effective teaching tool. Now stay still.”

  He hit her again, one hand striking her left butt cheek, followed by the right hand on her right cheek. She should’ve been angry, should’ve used the safe word and told him to fuck off, but she didn’t want to. All she could think about was pleasing both Masters Destin and Paul.

  He slipped not one but two fingers into her butt hole. She tensed again.

  “It’s okay, sugar. Relax and breathe. That’s it. Good sub.” Master Destin twisted the clothespins on her nipples, refocusing her attention on that sting of pain.

  “Next time, we’ll fuck you at the same time so we can both be inside you. Would you like that, baby?”

  “Yes, please.” The more Master Paul worked his fingers into her ass, the more her need resurfaced, once again taking over her emotions as well as her body. She concentrated on drawing in regular breaths. She whimpered as he moved his fingers around, stretching the walls and preparing her for his entry.

  “Take it easy, baby. This will make you feel so good that you’ll beg me to do it again.”

  She had no doubt of that. Closing her eyes, she willed her muscles to relax, to fight against the natural instinct to tighten around his fingers. He began to pump his fingers, in and out. The friction made it harder to relax, but the strangeness was gone. A wonderful tightening started and she cried out as her lust grew stronger.

  “Let me get in on this.” Master Destin put his hand over her mound. Just as Master Paul’s fingers eased back inside her, Master Destin’s pushed past her moist labia and into her weeping pussy. He stroked her, spreading her cream over her, then moved higher to pinch her pulsing clit.

  “Please. Please!” She’d always heard that there was a thin line between pain and pleasure, and now she knew it was a fact. Aching frustration built inside her along with an intense need for release.

  “What do you want, baby?”

  As if he doesn’t know.

  “I need you inside me. Please. I can’t stand it any longer.”

  She was panting when Master Paul added the cool gel to her anus. If she hadn’t known he’d take his hand away, she would’ve rammed her ass against him to drive his fingers deeper inside her ass. The most she could do was to clamp her pussy walls around Master Destin’s fingers when he slipped them back into her pussy to sinfully torture her.

  Master Paul rubbed the lube around and inside her anus. At first she wondered why he suddenly took his fingers away, then realized that he was lubing his cock.

  “Breathe in, then let it out, baby.”

  When she let her breath out, he eased his cock against her puckered walls, then moved deeper inside her. The burn turned into a raging fire, but it felt so damn good, she never would’ve complained.

  Master Destin increased the pressure on her clit, matching the increased pressure Master Paul was giving her ass. Another slap to her butt cheek made her forget for a moment and allowed him to then thrust his pelvis against her rump. Her body responded, clamping down on both their insertions.

  “Aw, sugar, that’s perfect. Hold on as hard as you can.”

  “Yeah, sub. You’re doing great.”

  They surged into her at the same time. Two men working as one, moving together to give her what she wanted. Yet her real pleasure, a pleasure that was more fulfilling, was the knowledge that she was making them happy.

  As if on cue, they alternated their thrusts, one working into her as the other withdrew. She didn’t know whether they’d planned it that way, getting her used to one way, then switching it up, but she loved the contrasting sensations. They knew how to work her body.

  She was theirs, connected to them by more than their physical joining. Her heart was filled with so much love, she was sure it would split apart. They picked up pace, leaving her breathless and barely able to stay on her hands and feet.

  The slaps Master Paul added as he groaned into her sent the raging fire inside her racing outward from her pussy to claim the rest of her body. Her abdomen tightened, closing in on itself, readying her to shoot toward the moon above. Emotions overwhelmed her, becoming so powerful that tears ran down her cheeks. And yet, as difficult as the emotions were to understand, she wouldn’t have wished them gone.

  “Get ready.” Master Destin’s eyes glittered with unbridled lust.

  Or was it something else? Was it love?

  She cried out, not only at the intensity of her feelings, but at the possibility of theirs.

  Master Paul leaned over her, putting his cock at a different position that gave her an even more explosive sensation, then nibbled at the tender skin of her waist. “Now, baby. Turn it loose now.”

  “Go, Georgia. We want you to come first,” shouted Master Destin.

  With their permission, she dropped to her elbows, her hair falling to hide her view, and let her climax free. Cream flooded from her as her body shook, her pussy and asshole clenching then releasing. Sparks lit up the darkness behind her closed eyes as the joyous release swamped over her. With her body still shuddering, the two men who had taken control of her and given her so much roared their releases.

  Chapter Seven

  Georgia’s emotions swamped he
r like a catharsis of immense proportions. Her tears still came, her heart pounded, and for the first time, she was mortified. She was laid out, more vulnerable than she’d ever been, undressed in a way that had nothing to do with her lack of clothing.

  “I’m sorry.”

  Master Paul pushed his body from hers but took her along with him. Lifting her as though she weighed nothing, he swept her up into his arms. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about a thing. We should’ve warned you. Sometimes giving yourself over to another person, doing what we did, especially in front of others, brings up a lot of strong feelings.”

  Master Destin brushed a hand over her hair as he stayed in step with Master Paul. Instead of going back into the club, he carried her into the house through a side door.

  Her strength was gone. She couldn’t do anything more than lay her head against his chest and rest her palm against his heart. Listening to the rhythmic beat, she wondered if his heart was beating faster than normal. Hers was like a bass drum, one hard beat followed by a softer one.

  She closed her eyes, exhaustion taking her, as Master Paul climbed the stairs to the second story. He whispered soft words to her, telling her that they would take care of everything. She opened her eyes when Master Destin pushed open the door to her bedroom. Instead of putting her on the bed, he took her into the adjoining bathroom.

  She’d already admired the bathroom with its clean granite countertops and white tiled floor and amazing shower. Again Master Destin played doorman, this time with the shower door. Master Paul stepped inside, then put her on her feet.

  Do they want to have sex again?

  She wanted to please them, wanted to feel their cocks inside her again, but knew she didn’t have enough energy. She needn’t have worried.

  “Sit down, baby.” He lowered her onto the built-in shower seat. “Just relax.”

  Master Destin joined them in the huge shower, then punched several buttons on the shower’s control system and turned the faucet on. He tested the water, and once it was to the right temperature, he took one of the removable showerheads and pointed it at her.

  The water cocooned her in a soothing spray that gave her body no choice but to relax. She rested her back against the wall and simply watched as they took a soap sponge each, poured liquid body wash on them, then bent to run the soft material over her body.

  “No. Please. You shouldn’t have to do this.” A fresh wave of tears blurred her vision.

  Master Paul took her by the chin, his gaze fixing onto hers even as Master Destin continued to wash her. “Hush. Do as your masters say.”

  “Yes, sir.” She sighed, then closed her eyes. When had anyone treated her with such tenderness? The sex had been wonderful, but the sensation of them washing her felt just as amazing. Before she knew it, she was jerking her head up and trying to stay awake.

  Georgia wasn’t sure what happened after that. Her mind wasn’t working well, sleep taking her even as she fought against it. Water rinsed away the soap. Then the men supported her as they helped her out of the shower. Master Destin held her back against his hard chest as Master Paul dried her off with a fluffy, white towel.

  Before she knew it, she was being put into bed and covered with a soft quilt. Was she dreaming? If so, she never wanted to wake up.

  * * * *

  Georgia stretched, luxuriating in the king-size bed. Light sifted through the thin white curtains covering the windows, yet she couldn’t tell what time of day it was.

  Had she really done what she had last night? A week ago, she would’ve gotten offended if anyone had told her that she’d have sex with two men in front of other people. In a horse trough, no less.

  But she had. And she’d loved every minute of it.

  The knock at her door had her bolting upright. “Yes?”

  “Georgia, it’s Lucinda. The masters would like you to join them in the barn after you have your lunch. I’ll leave the tray of food in front of the door.”

  “A tray? You didn’t have to do that? I’m not a guest.”

  Lucinda’s laugh was friendly. “Of course not. You’re a part of the ranch now. Oh, and they said to wear old clothing. Things you won’t mind getting ruined.”

  What did they have planned? Cleaning out the stalls? Didn’t I already make the choice not to do that and instead work as a waitress?

  “Hurry up. You don’t want to let your food get cold.”

  Georgia wasn’t sure what to say. By the time she thought to thank Lucinda, she could hear her footsteps as she hurried down the hall.

  Is this the way all subs are treated? Or are they showing me that I’m special?

  They’d claimed her as their sub last night, but wasn’t she supposed to wait on them? Lucinda hadn’t acted as though she’d minded. Maybe it was a one-time thing, a treat after the initiation.

  Whatever the reason, her body hummed, already coming alive at the prospect of seeing the men again. She flung back the quilt, then rushed to the door to get the tray. But she had no appetite. At least not for food. Instead, she took a quick bite of the warm muffin, then held onto it, keeping it in her mouth as she opened her suitcase and searched through her clothes.

  What am I supposed to wear after everyone’s seen me naked?

  * * * *

  “Do you think she’s all right? Maybe we should’ve stayed with her longer.”

  Paul saddled up his favorite mount, Trader. The black horse pranced, eager to run, and shook his head, spilling his mane back and forth over his neck. His own eagerness to see Georgia had him itching to get moving, too.

  “She was worn out, is all.” He stood near the entrance of the barn and glanced at the house. Not that he needed to. He’d already seen Lucinda’s wave, signaling that she’d taken Georgia’s lunch to her room. “She’s up and getting lunch right now.”

  Destin deftly moved out of the way as his horse, Sidewinder, remaining true to his name, sidestepped and tried to put a hoof on top of his boot. “Good. I’m dying to see her again. Can you believe how fast she took to being our sub?”

  “That proves she’s a natural. I didn’t expect her to go along with everything we did last night, but I’m sure as hell glad she did.”

  “You’re glad that I did what?”

  They turned as one, two men ready to see the woman who had come to mean so much to them. They’d had months to think about her, to dream of her, but the reality of their lust, and yes, even their love for her, was more than they’d anticipated.

  Her black hair shone in the noontime sun. The faded cotton T-shirt she wore hugged her generous curves, drawing his attention to her full breasts. Her jeans weren’t designer ones like some of the women liked to wear, but the way her hips filled them out made his cock twitch to life. She should’ve worn boots instead of her running shoes to ride horses, but he doubted she had any other pair than the black boots they’d given her to wear at the club. He’d have to get her another, everyday pair.

  She swayed over to Trader. “Ooh, he’s so beautiful. What’s his name?”

  “Trader. He’s a great horse, but not one for a novice. Have you ridden a horse before?” He found it hard to concentrate with her natural aroma filling his nostrils.

  “A few times. I had a friend who owned a couple of horses. They were nothing special, though, like this one.” She pivoted to pet Sidewinder next.

  Destin put himself between her and his cantankerous horse. “Watch him. He’s ornery and likes to stomp on feet.”

  “Are we going riding?”

  “That’s the plan,” answered Destin. “Don’t worry. We picked out a sweet mare for you to ride. Her name’s Snickers.” He tilted his head toward the ranch hand that was bringing Snickers from the back of the barn.

  The brown mare was one of their calmest horses even when she was around the rambunctious Trader and Sidewinder. She had a large slash of white on her forehead then on all four of her fetlocks. She nickered, her eyes growing bigger when she saw the other horses, but Paul trusted that s
he wouldn’t rear up or get too skittish.

  “Are you game?” Paul took the hat the ranch hand gave him, then set it on top of her head. “You’re going to need this out there.”

  She grinned and pulled the hat lower. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

  Her exuberance brightened her face. Although she hadn’t used the respectful terms of sir or master, he didn’t correct her. Many men preferred a sub to act the part all day long, but he and Destin wanted a woman who restricted that part of their life to their home and the club. If they wanted to play elsewhere, they’d let her know. They believed that having her independent, even challenging at times, made their playtime, the time when she’d submit to them, special.

  “Then let’s get going.”

  He and Destin waited until she was on Snickers and saw that she could handle the horse. Then they mounted their horses and led the way out of the barn. Once they were a few yards away, Paul nodded to Destin, then put Trader into a gallop. Destin spurred his horse on, leaving Georgia behind. They wanted to see what she’d do.

  To his delight, she was a competent rider and had Snickers next to their horses in no time. They galloped over the pasture, heading toward a small grove of trees. The heat of the sun beat down on them and taking a break under shade trees would be a welcome relief.

  The trees were larger than most, spanning their branches yards away from the trunk. As soon as he dismounted under their shade, he could feel the difference in temperature. Destin and Georgia were on the ground with Destin taking Snickers’s reins and looping them over a low-hanging branch while still giving the horses enough slack to munch at the grass.

  Paul pulled the blanket out from the pack that lay behind his saddle. “Destin, you remembered to bring both the water and the wine, right?”

  “Done deal.”

  Paul had asked him to bring both, knowing that too much alcohol and riding in the sun could cause problems. Plus, they always kept a water bottle near whenever they “played.” After handing the bottles off to Paul, Destin pulled out plastic glasses.