Authors: Stacey Espino
Ben chuckled. “He’d give me a whooping, and those lasted far past my childhood.”
Grant stretched Kayla facedown over his lap.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Teaching you some ground rules. You need to understand that we’re here because we want to, not because we have to be. Your body is lush and delicious and we plan to feast on it regularly, so all these insecurities you’re carrying need to go.”
“But—”
He warmed circles over her beautiful, plump ass, occasionally skimming a finger along the seam, teasing her. “Bad girls get punishment, but good girls get fucked. Remember that, baby doll.”
Then he let her have it. He dropped his hand, fingers splayed down, on her backside. The solid, meaty sound filled the room. Her lily-white flesh instantly reddened.
“Ouch!”
Smack, smack, smack.
Grant continued the sequence of punishment. Even though this was to teach her some important lessons, it was also supposed to be enjoyable. It wouldn’t be too much longer until she stopped crying out and struggling and savored these spankings.
“Look how red her ass is,” said Ben. “Let me kiss it better.” He leaned over and kissed her raw flesh. Then he parted her legs with his knee. “I can see her pussy from here. She’s swollen and wet, so I’d say she’s enjoying her punishment a little too much.”
Grant still had her trapped over his lap. He reached between her legs and fingered her, burying two digits as deep into her cunt as he could reach. She exhaled in a groan. “You like that?”
“Uh-huh.” She tried to rub her mound into his jeans, seeking friction for her clit. He was glad his woman had a wild streak, needed sex as much as he did.
“If you want more, you have to stop hiding yourself. I’m in love with every inch of your body, darlin’. Understand?”
She nodded, and he hoped she obeyed. It may take some practice if she’d gone around feeling low about herself for years, but it would come in time. He’d love to have a few minutes with the assholes who dared to tear her self-esteem down.
“Put her on the bed,” said
Austin
. “I’ll get her nice and wet while Ben gets everything we need.”
“I expected you two would have some toys to play with. Especially you, Ben,” said Grant.
Ben scoffed. “Hey, you’re not complaining now, are you?”
Grant knew Kayla had already experimented with sex toys. She had a couple dildos in her bedside table, a silicone one and a solid vibrator. He wanted to see how much his little vixen could handle, how far she would go. He felt more confident about their relationship, about everything. Grant knew the other two men would fight for her as hard as he would, so she wouldn’t slip out of his fingers so easily now. If she talked of moving to the city, she’d have to deal with three reluctant cowboys.
The whole grain fiasco had been put into perspective, too, thanks to his little beauty. How could he have let a lifetime of friendship with the Richmonds fade because of farming? It may be their livelihood, but the human factor had to come before anything else.
He set her on the bed facedown. Her ass sloped up temptingly. How could she think he was disgusted by her? He admired his handprints on her cheeks.
“She’s a work of art, ain’t she?”
Austin
crawled up on the bed stark naked. It didn’t turn Grant off like he thought it would. A man’s body was like his own and nothing to get excited about. The focus was the woman between them, the one who came into their small town and stole their hearts.
“I’d love to see her covered in edible paint, maybe chocolate. We could have a painting party and teach her new techniques with a brush,” said Grant.
Kayla wiggled on the bed, grinding herself into the mattress. So she liked how that sounded? He’d make sure to make the fantasy come true next time they all got together.
* * * *
These men had way too much self-control. She wanted to tell them to forget their toys and games and just fuck her already. There was no way they could get her wetter than she was. Her clit pulsed, throbbing with the beat of her heart. She needed some direct stimulation, preferably a big cock in her pussy.
She felt
Austin
’s skin graze along her back as he lowered over her. His erection slid up and down the seam of her ass as he kissed the back of her neck. “I don’t know how much longer I could have been a gentleman. Not when you’re this tempting.” His whispered words tickled her ear. He gently nipped and sucked her earlobe, which seemed to have a direct link to her libido. Each pant she made was punctuated with a throaty moan.
He parted her thighs with his knee, and the next thing she knew his cock slid into her slick pussy, filling her up, erasing the desperate throb.
“Yes,” she murmured, savoring the feel of
Austin
inside her. Kayla had longed for this moment. He groaned, a satisfied, masculine sound.
Before he even thrust once, he covered her back with his warm chest and kissed her cheek. “Better than I ever dreamed,” he muttered, almost incoherent. “I could live inside you all day long, sweet thing.”
When she opened her eyes, Grant was standing there in his partially undone Wranglers. He palmed his jean-clad cock, watching
Austin
slowly fuck her. There was no malice in his eyes, just a depraved lust that turned her on even more. With the light from the windows offering no shadows, she began to find the exhibition titillating.
“Why’d you let him start without us,” Ben complained when he reentered the room. “I’ve only been gone two minutes.”
“Hush, Ben. It’s my turn.”
Austin
pulled most of his length out and then thrust back in, building up a delicious rhythm. Her breasts were pressed flat against the mattress as he fucked her from behind. Now two men stood to the side of the bed, watching. She wanted them to join in, touch her, do something. Their focused gazes made her clit throb to a more demanding beat. She felt dirty, and she loved it.
“If you finish inside her, you won’t have a chance to triple-team her with us.”
Triple-team? She’d taken two men, what would three entail? The most stoic and controlled of the three was now grunting above her, skillfully bringing her toward her first orgasm. The other two men would no doubt be more primal, more desperate when they had a chance with her body. But it was exactly what she wanted, to see passion and need written on their faces, for them to lose all control and give in to their desires.
Ben’s words must have finally filtered through to
Austin
, because he slowly slid out of her, leaving her empty and achy.
She started to roll over to protest, to demand he fill her up again, but she decided against it. It would be worse on her back with her breasts and stomach displayed. Grant must have sensed her hesitation.
“You bring rope?” he asked Ben.
“Of course I did. She not listening again?”
“She won’t let me see those beautiful tits.”
Ben bent a knee up on the bed, dipping the mattress. “Roll over, baby. Show him it’s not true.”
She shook her head. Part of her knew they’d force her to comply, which gave her a naughty thrill. The other part really was self-conscious about lying there in the direct sunlight with nothing to cover up with.
“I told you.”
Ben reached out a hand. “Pass me the rope then.
Austin
’s bed is good and solid. Our daddy built it when we were teenagers.”
Ben stretched her arms above her head, proceeding to loop the thin twine around her wrists in a loose, but secure, figure-eight pattern. She tested her binds when he was done, but he stilled her, looping the shackles to another rope on the bedpost. When he was done, he moved off the bed.
“Now, you best roll to your back, darlin’. I want to play with you.”
Should she resist? The fact she actually craved to be spanked like a bad girl again surprised her. The burn on her flesh created a mix of pain and pleasure that was addicting. Every time Grant’s hand came down, the vibration traveled to her clit.
She moved slightly to the side but changed her mind.
“Lube up the butt plug, Ben. If she wants to stay on her stomach, that’s fine for now,” said
Austin
.
The next thing she felt was a cool jolt hit her ass.
Austin
parted her cheeks with the help of Ben, and the plug was twisted back and forth against her tight hole. They took their time, touching, teasing, and entering her slowly with the rubber toy.
Austin
tried to reassure her. “Relax, baby. This is a lot smaller than Grant’s dick, so you can manage just fine.”
She gritted her teeth as the bulbous tip breached her tight anal ring. Her breathing was coming quickly now, but she knew the worst of it was over.
“Good girl,” said Grant, tilting her to her side. It was a horribly unflattering position for her to be in, and she fought to return to her stomach. But Grant was so strong. He held her at an angle and ducked down to suck her nipple into his mouth. He moaned, taking more, savoring her big tits. “You drive me crazy, woman.”
She believed him. His words held no deceit, only need. The stimulation aided her in relaxing. Her tension slowly ebbed away, leaving her pliant and willing. The fullness in her ass was no longer uncomfortable but teasing her every time she clamped around the toy.
“Let’s get this party started,” said Ben. “I want a piece of her fine ass.”
* * * *
Ben had experienced Kayla’s sweet pussy, but he wanted to know all of her. Granted, they had all the time in the world, but he needed her today. Now.
Austin
had been right about changing his ways and settling down. Ben realized his fast living was to keep himself distant from the realities of life, to guard himself from real emotion. With his mother’s ailing health, bad crops, being hated by the majority of the town for choosing GE seed, and the resulting stigma, he wanted nothing to do with reality. His bouts of depression had increased the past month, and his only solace was his music.
But one woman managed to turn things around for him. The moment she stood up for him at the distribution center, he was no longer alone in the world. She opened his eyes to the fact that he needed to feel, to love, to give a piece of himself to a woman. Now Grant was talking to him like they used to, the hatred banished by Kayla’s presence. If Ben had a good woman like Kayla behind him, he could face anything.
Ben assisted her to her back, Grant following, still engorging himself on her tits.
“Remember how I ate your pussy last time? This time I’ll go slower, work you up.” It was what Ben should have done the first time, but he hadn’t thought she would be in his life after one night. Now he knew different. It was time to show her the kind of man he was capable of being. Once he committed himself to something, there wasn’t anyone more loyal.
He spread her legs and kissed up her thighs toward her center. Her pussy was pink and swollen, glistening from an overflow of natural juices. The woman was wanton, her body crying out for release. She flinched each time he lightly nipped her flesh, and after the first swipe of his tongue, she lifted her hips to meet him.
“Look at her. She loves it,” said his brother.
It did his heart good to see
Austin
happy. He’d been so stressed lately, taking the weight of the world on his shoulders. Ben wanted happiness for him, which was why he tried to set him up with Kayla.
Austin
had had a hard-on for the brunette since she showed up in their small town. But since he was willing to share her, no signs of discomfort, he knew things couldn’t have turned out more perfectly.
“How does she taste?” asked
Austin
.
Ben came up for breath. “Sweeter than honey. Have a try for yourself.” He moved out from between her legs and aimed his attention at her free breast. God took extra time when creating Kayla. She had more than one man could handle.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been dying to do this, darlin’. I’ve dreamt about eating your pussy, making you scream my name.”
“Yes!
Austin
, hurry.” She squirmed on the bed like a wild woman.
Good thing she was tied up or she’d roll plumb off the mattress. Ben and Grant held her steady, lavishing her body with their mouths as
Austin
descended between her legs.
It felt natural for Grant to join them. He was used to handling a woman alongside his brother, but not a friend. But then again, his neighbors had been like brothers until the recent events pulled them apart. It was time to get back on the right track and mend fences.
Chapter Fifteen
Kayla was floating—the cowboy bodies, hands, and mouths tossing her on the waves of ecstasy. After her first orgasm by
Austin
’s wicked mouth, they converged on her. She only opened her eyes periodically to get a glimpse of flesh and muscle.
The butt plug was carefully plucked from her rear. Her clit was still pounding from her last orgasm.