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

  “No. I don’t want to.”

  “Why the hell not?” Belinda seemed surprised when the three of them glanced at her. “What? I wouldn’t want his scuzzy hands on me. He deserves to be someone’s bitch in prison.”

  Eva Marie studied the woman who used to be so friendly and kind. Life’s experiences changed people. Bob’s wife’s death had changed him, but what had changed Belinda?

  “I just can’t. He’s still grieving and drinking too much. He needs someone to help him, not to send him to jail.”

  William brushed her hair back, then kissed her on the cheek. “You’re a better person than me. It was all I could do not to smash his face in.”

  “He’s right.” Gage let out a tense sigh. “When I saw you on the ground in front of him, I just about went crazy. I swear. If he ever touches you again, I’m going to stomp him down until he’s six feet under.”

  She didn’t want Gage to talk like that. No one, not even the worst person in the world, deserved to die. “I’m okay. Just give me a little time and I’ll be right as rain.”

  “Sure thing. Anything you want.” Gage stood, then ate up the short distance to the door before opening it. “Belinda, don’t you need to get out on the floor? Someone needs to cover Eva Marie’s tables.”

  Anger flared across her face, first at Gage, then at her. As though she’d stuffed her true feelings down, it was gone and replaced by a smile. “You might be right. I’d better get a move on. You be sure to call me if you need anything.” She lingered with her hand propped on the door.

  “Thanks. I will.” And yet suddenly, aside from Bob, Belinda was the last person she’d ask for help. “I’ll be out in a while.”

  Belinda settled a gaze that was hot and hungry on the men. “On second thought, maybe I should stay while you guys get out there. With Destin gone, they’ll need someone to cover the monitors.”

  The men needed to get to work. But it was more than that. Belinda wanted the men away from her. But why? They’d already turned her down. After last night, everyone knew the men and she shared something special. Was it simple jealousy or something even stronger?

  Gage softened his tone. “Sorry, but I’m still on edge. Which is why we’ll stay with her. Let Paul know, okay? And thanks again, Belinda.”

  It was the second time he’d dismissed her and she didn’t take it any better. “Fine. Sure.” And still, she hesitated, before finally turning and closing the door behind her.

  “The girl just doesn’t know how to take a hint.”

  “You did more than hint, Gage.” He’d almost pushed her out of the room, at least verbally.

  “How are you doing?” William rubbed her back, making slow, comforting circles.

  She relaxed, only now realizing that Belinda had made her almost as tense as Bob had. “I’m fine. But please. Don’t ask me again.” All she wanted was to forget Bob’s attack had ever happened.

  * * * *

  William and Gage got to the club early the next night as they’d done for the past three nights. They’d wanted to make sure Eva Marie arrived safely. Although she’d had to hurry and start working, she’d given them a quick kiss to thank them for caring.

  Later, once the crowd started to thin out, they’d have another “lesson” with her. Although she still gave them advice about being Doms, she’d admitted that they didn’t need her help any longer.

  “Don’t you think it’s time you two start things with her?”

  William pushed against the bar to turn the barstool around. He watched Eva Marie as she swayed her way between her customers’ tables. Gage sat on the other side of Paul, nursing his beer.

  “Yeah. Gage and I were talking about it last night. I think she’s ready. At least, I hope so.”

  They’d taken a break from any kind of sexual contact, and instead, concentrated on having her follow their orders for other things such as serving drinks. It killed them to do nothing more than kiss and hold her, but they’d waited, wanting to be sure she’d had time to get over what had happened with Bob.

  Against their suggestion, she’d refused to press charges, even going so far as to tell Sheriff Ray that she’d raise holy hell if he pressed charges without her consent. After getting Bob squared away at home, Destin had reported that he’d sobered up and felt badly about how he’d treated her. She was bound and determined to let the matter drop.

  Paul glanced over his shoulder at her. “She seems all right. Best way to find out is to test her out. You’re her Doms and it’s time you take charge.”

  “She’s never done a full-out sexual scene, right?”

  Gage was just checking. They’d asked the same question several times since meeting her. Whatever her reason, they’d respect her decision, but they could hold out for only so long. If they couldn’t have her soon, they’d have to take cold showers on an hourly basis.

  “Nope. Won’t even consider it. But the intercourse part of the Dom/sub relationship isn’t all of it. It’s the trust that matters the most. It’s her giving of herself to please you two. And for you to do whatever you can to give her pleasure.” He paused, took a swig of his drink, then added, “Know her limits. Which, so far, has included no fucking.”

  William’s cock twitched to life just thinking how great it would feel once he got it inside her. That had become his one goal. That and making her their permanent submissive. Gage and he knew what they wanted. She was the one they needed to make their dreams come true. Still, getting Paul’s opinion wouldn’t hurt.

  As if he’d read his mind, Gage asked the question that was on the tip of William’s tongue. “We’re taking her as our exclusive submissive. Provided she’s willing, of course. That okay with you?”

  “You don’t need my permission, just hers. Besides, I’m not one to hold anyone back.”

  William was glad to hear it. “Then let’s do this. Paul, get someone to take her tables for a while.” He slid off his stool and lifted a hand to catch her attention.

  She stopped where she was, then frowned, not understanding. They’d never interrupted her while she was working. After saying something to a woman at the nearest table, she made her way over to them.

  “Hi, guys.”

  “Do you have time to spend with us?” He took her order pad and pen and handed them off to Paul.

  “Go on, Eva Marie. It’s slow enough right now.” Paul rose. “I’ll check on you three later.”

  Her face lit up. “Do you want to do a scene? I can lower the stage, if you want.”

  Her offer was a good sign. “Nope. We want you all to ourselves, sub.” She’d catch his hint to switch to their Dom/sub roles.

  Her body language changed, going from assertive to submissive, ready to serve them. “Yes, Master William.”

  “Meet us in the last private room on the left.”

  She nodded, her gaze no longer meeting his, once again showing her submission. “Yes, sir.” Without another word, she hurried down the hallway.

  “Looks like you’re getting the hang of being a Dom.” Gage finished his beer, then led the way toward the private room.

  “It comes easy with her. I’m not sure it’d be that way with anyone else.”

  “I hope we’ll never know.”

  William placed his arm around his brother’s shoulders and headed down the hallway. “Not if we’re lucky.”

  “Are we going to ask her tonight?”

  “I’m game if you are.”

  Eva Marie had written her name on the notice board hanging next to the door of the private room. The board made sure no one barged in on a private scene. Yet, for everyone’s safety, the doors didn’t have any locks on them.

  “Ready?”

  “Hell, yeah.” William pushed open the door, stepped inside, and stopped, stunned at what he saw.

  “Holy shit.”

  William couldn’t have said it better. If he’d been able to talk.

  Eva Marie was on her knees, naked as the day she was born, with her head down and he
r hands clasped in front of her. She was in full submission mode.

  His cock and his mind went crazy. He’d always loved her strength, her confidence, and her sassiness, but seeing her ready to do whatever they commanded was like a dream come true. She was at their feet, offering herself to them.

  “Baby, you’ve made me hard in less than sixty seconds.”

  Gage moved toward her then paused before going to her side. “He’s right, darlin’. I’m not sure what to call what you’re doing, but whatever it is, it’s fucking hot.”

  She lifted her head just enough to keep her eyes shielded with her lashes and still look at them. The effect whipped through him, stunning him with its intensity. He’d never wanted her more than he did right then.

  “I’m your sub, masters. Ready to do whatever you want me to do.”

  He didn’t bother checking with Gage. His brother had to be thinking the same thing he was. Was she ready to let them take her? All of her?

  Over the last few days, they’d spent time with Paul and Destin, gaining more information about what it was like to be a Dom. Until they’d started learning with Eva Marie, they hadn’t realized just how big a responsibility it was. Her happiness was paramount. In return, their happiness was important to her. It was a perfect situation where each person involved in the relationship did their best to please the other. They’d do their dead-level best to please Eva Marie, in and out of the Dom/sub involvement.

  “Bro, how about getting a thing or two out of the box?”

  “No problem.” Gage moved to the toy box that was in every private room. After rummaging around in it, he brought out a collar and a leash.

  Was she willing to go that far? Were they ready? And yet, once Gage held the collar out to her, the only way he could’ve stopped would’ve been if she refused.

  “Put it on, darlin’.”

  She tilted her head. “Please, Master Gage, would you put it on me?”

  What if she thought they were offering her a collar as a sign of a permanent relationship? Some of the submissives wore collars designating them as exclusive subs. Some even had collaring ceremonies announcing their exclusive relationships. Would she think that was the case? With any other woman, he would’ve grabbed the collar away, not wanting to give her any false hopes. Yet if Eva Marie wanted to think of it as a major commitment, then he was all for it.

  “You don’t have to call us sir or master all the time.” Paul had suggested he make that clear to her. Besides, hearing his name after master still felt strange. He’d get used to it over time, but he didn’t want her to call him sir or master whenever they were outside the club. The twenty-four-seven lifestyle wasn’t the way he and Gage had decided they wanted to live.

  Gage bent over and buckled the collar into place. The rhinestones on it glistened in the light.

  William couldn’t help but wish it was more. If had it his way, he’d replaced each stone with a diamond. “How’s it feel, baby?”

  The look she gave him was filled with adoration. “Perfect.”

  Gage flung the leash back into the toy box. “We won’t need the leash. Lean forward onto your hands. I want to get a good look at your bottom.”

  “Yes, sir.” Flipping her hair over one shoulder, she did as she was told.

  His mouth watered at the sight of her breasts suspended in air. All he had to do was to slide his head underneath and begin enjoying the feel of her hard nipples against his face.

  “You’ve got a great ass, darlin’.”

  “And great tits.” As much as he wanted to touch her, he stayed where he was. He’d let Gage take the lead. At least for as long as he could stand it.

  Gage knelt beside her and skimmed his hand along her back. She arched, most likely out of a natural instinct to press against his palm. His mouth parted as he followed the curve of her rounded ass and on down between her butt crack. “I have never in all my life seen anything prettier.” He chuckled then squeezed her cheek. “Or softer.”

  “Master, I’ve been a bad girl.”

  William settled into the couch next to them. Sometimes watching could be just as much fun as doing.

  “Is that right? What’d you do wrong, sub?” Gage took her other cheek in hand and gave it the same treatment.

  “I’ve had some very dirty thoughts.”

  William grinned and leaned forward, ready to see how Gage would react. “What kind of dirty thoughts?”

  She gazed up at him and tore his heart out. How could anyone so beautiful want to be their sub? Was she only doing it because Paul had asked her to?

  Gage landed a good solid slap to her butt. “My brother asked you a question, girl. Speak up.”

  “I’ve been thinking about you. Both of you.”

  “And?” asked Gage. “What about us?”

  “I’ve been thinking about how good your cocks taste. Please, masters, can I have one of your cocks in my mouth right now?”

  William beat his brother to it. “You sure as hell can. Come and get it, baby.”

  She crawled the short way to him as he undid his jeans and let his erect cock spring forth. After a sly look at him, she settled back on her legs, cupped his balls, and drew his cock inside her mouth.

  Nothing had ever felt so good or so right. And nothing ever would, except one thing. “Damn, that’s fucking great.”

  Gage rose and retrieved the short whip from the box. “Keep sucking on him, girl. But watch it with the teeth.”

  She rocked back and forth, twisting her head to the left and the right, and hollowing her cheeks. William tunneled his fingers into her silky strands, scooted farther down in his seat, and leaned back, ready to enjoy everything her talented mouth could do.

  “Here it comes.” Gage stood to the side, then laid the whip against her spine and dragged it down over her ass. “Are you green?”

  She stopped the delicious magic she was giving his cock to answer. “Green, sir.”

  “Good deal.” Gage lifted his arm then brought it back down in an easy stroke. The tasseled end of the whip flicked against her flesh, but didn’t hit hard enough to leave a mark. She didn’t buck or jerk, and thankfully, didn’t bite.

  “That was an easy one, darlin’. I’ll put more power into the next one.” He struck out again and this time his arm came down faster. The sound of the whip snapped against her rounded curve, flying away after leaving a small, pink mark.

  “Color?” William brushed her hair back and bent to the side to see her face.

  “Green.”

  Gage sent the whip flying again, not once, but three more times. The soft “uhs” accompanying the strikes sent her breath skimming along his cock.

  Her tongue became an instrument of torture as she whipped it around the bulbous end of his cock, then pressed the length of it against his shaft. He moaned, his breathing becoming labored as he watched Gage put the whip to her time and again. Pink stripes decorated her butt cheeks, and he wondered how it felt to her. Was she in pain? Did she like the pain?

  When Gage finally tossed the whip back into the box, she moved up closer, putting her arms around his legs to capture her head between them. His cock popped out of her mouth as she nuzzled her face in the crease between his balls and his leg.

  Gage explored the box again and came back with a butt plug, a tube of lube, and pair of ankle restraints. He got onto his hands and knees just as she turned around to see what he was doing.

  “Have you ever used a plug?”

  It was an odd question to ask, but then again, she didn’t do scenes. At least, not the way they hoped she’d do one with them.

  “No. The scenes I’ve done so far were pretty vanilla. Just a little spanking and then, more with you two.”

  He heard the anxiety in her voice. “Are you saying red, baby?”

  Her pause was too long. “No. I’m green.”

  “Tell us the truth. We don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

  Her eyes were glistening with a touch of fe
ar. “Okay, maybe I’m yellow. But I want to try.”

  * * * *

  She had to tell them. Until she did, there would always be a wall between them. If she wanted to make them her permanent Doms as well as the men in her lives, they had to know. And yet, she couldn’t say the words. Not yet.

  “I’m yellow,” she repeated. “But I still won’t agree to intercourse. In any way.”

  She didn’t blame them for being confused, but that’s the way it would have to be. “I’m sorry, masters.”

  “It’s okay, Eva Marie. You have a right to go only as far as you want to.” The rule that the submissive had to give consent was one of the first things a Dom and a sub learned. It all made sense. Things could get out of hand if the rule wasn’t respected.

  Gage lubed up the area around her butthole, then put his hand between her legs. “I’ll loosen you up a little first. Then we’ll try the butt plug. Just tell me to stop if you don’t like it.”

  “Thank you, Master Gage.” She inhaled when his fingers circled her tight hole.

  “Breathe, baby.” William leaned over and gave her a sweet kiss. “You can trust us.”

  “I know.” Yet she couldn’t help but tense up when Gage slipped one finger into her asshole. Her anxiety eased the more he moved his finger around. He didn’t go very far or thrust hard.

  “Let’s get into a different position.”

  William pulled her up until she was settled on top of him. His cock pushed at her opening, sending her uneasiness higher.

  “Don’t worry. I just want to feel your juices on my cock. I won’t push it in. Unless you want me to.” He closed his eyes, his jaw clenched. When he looked at her again, the stamina it took for him to resist plunging his cock inside her was all too evident.

  Suddenly, she wanted to say yes. Wanted so much to feel what it would be like for him to take her virginity. Wanted to know what it was like to feel like a woman with her man buried deep inside her.

  Was the time right? She knew she’d never find anyone she wanted more. If they’d have her, she’d spend the rest of her life with them.