“Nothing about what we just did together makes you a doormat, Jocelyn.” Logan brushed the fresh batch of tears from her cheeks, put a hand to her jaw, and kissed her lips gently. “That is not what this is all about. It’s about power and control, pleasure, and trust during the most intimate of sexual acts. That’s it. You relinquish the power to me, but then I’ll give it back to you later.”
“Did you really
not
hate what we did together in round one?”
“I swear. I really didn’t hate it,” he admitted with a laugh. But then he glanced over his shoulder at Kendall with an expression that said he didn’t want to admit all of what he’d done with her in the mysterious
round one
.
“So what happened during round one?” Kendall asked. He crossed his arms.
Logan closed his eyes. Jocelyn turned toward him, sniffed a couple of times, and said, “Logan let me climb on top, straddle his legs, and ride him.”
“Really? You let her take charge first? You’re such a pussy.”
“Fuck you. It was a nice change of pace. In fact, I almost lost control.”
Kendall scoffed. “Total pussy.”
Logan sent his gaze back to her face momentarily and murmured, “Well, she’s quite something when she climaxes.”
Jocelyn’s eyes widened as they spoke. Her gaze darted between them.
“Interesting. So then for round two…what else happened?”
“I got to do whatever
I
wanted in round two.”
“Really? You fucked her but didn’t secure her ankles? You
are
a pussy?”
“No. I’m just nicer than you are during first-time bondage partners’ initiations.”
Kendall shrugged and then nodded. “That’s true.”
“You would have tied my ankles down, too?” Jocelyn asked suddenly. She stared at Kendall, searching for an answer.
Kendall might play a good-guy sheriff for this town, but in private he liked very dark, often extremely wicked things sexually. He would have tied her down completely and fucked her ass. Well, only if he was certain she’d ever done it before. He wasn’t a barbarian.
Now that he thought about it, likely she was a virgin in the department of anal sex. And it had been a really long time since he and Logan had shared a woman not accustomed to their lifestyle, and already prepared for what they liked to do.
He bent over the bed, putting his face closer to hers. “Yes. I would have secured you down flat on your belly. Then I could better assess whether my cock would fit in your delectable ass or not.”
“It wouldn’t have,” Logan added quickly.
“Oh? Is her ass really tight?”
Logan nodded somberly. “Downright virginal. In fact, a double finger penetration was almost too much. Definitely too tight for
my
dick. Your cock would have split her in half.”
“That’s why you should have taken her back to the compound. Our toys are there. She could have a butt plug stretching her even now.”
Logan shrugged. “I didn’t want to wait that long.”
“I see.” Kendall watched her. She looked like fear had replaced any joy she’d just had. That wasn’t what he’d intended. “So, Mr. Nice Guy, are you in the mood to share today?” Kendall knew the outline of his cock could be seen through his jeans.
Jocelyn’s whole demeanor went from slightly alarmed to full-blown panic. She tugged fiercely on the manacles above her head. The chain between the cuffs rattled.
“Please release me.”
Logan put one hand on the restraints at her wrists, and kissed her cheek. “Relax.”
She stilled and put her focus on his face. They stared at each other for a few seconds. Logan leaned in and kissed her mouth quite aggressively. After a few seconds her whole body relaxed and she moaned.
Kendall’s cock stiffened even further as he watched them. When she moaned, he had to clamp down on his suddenly inadequate control. While he wanted to strip down, tie her ankles to the bed, and take a turn, he took a less aggressive approach.
He unbuckled and removed his holster with the fake replica gun, dropping it to the floor, and simply got on the bed beside them, still fully dressed.
“What about sharing a kiss, Jocelyn? We did that before. You didn’t seem to hate kissing me.”
Jocelyn blinked. She looked back at Logan as if seeking permission. Kendall’s heart squeezed. Logan had her under his immediate control.
Kendall wanted nothing more than to earn her trust so that he could do the same thing. If she agreed and acquiesced to him as well, the three of them coming together as a ménage trio would likely be unequalled.
Logan shifted to one side, revealing her exquisite naked body. Kendall rolled on top of her, pressing her into the bed. She pulled on the manacles lightly. He pressed a gentle kiss to her chin. And then another one to the corner of her mouth.
Retreating only a bit, he stared into her beautiful green eyes, wanting her trust. Jocelyn licked her upper lip. Seeing that pink tip sent a surge of lust so hard to his groin, it was a good thing he was already prone or he might have fallen down. He pressed his mouth to hers more aggressively than initially intended. She was tied down. Mostly. He kissed her like he had earlier. She didn’t fight. Didn’t stop him. After a few moments of lip-licking pleasure, she moaned for him, too. The sound sent him straight into a primal, lust-driven
I want to fuck
mode. He was undone. Had to have her. Needed to fuck her. His cock took that as a sign to start moving. His hips pressed into her groin. Her legs were slightly apart, but not enough.
He slid his hands to where she was bound. Gripping her forearms tightly, he planted his lips ferociously on hers once more, intensifying their connection. He wanted to possess her.
“Open your legs for me,” he commanded quietly then continued the intense lip-lock.
Instead of compliance, she stiffened and soon broke from the ravenous kiss. Their lips wrenched apart. “No,” she said.
“Open them,” he said with more authority. He wasn’t used to hearing the word “no.”
Ever
. Wait.
Fuck
. What was her safe word? He didn’t know it.
Fuck
.
“Stop, Kendall. Now.” Logan reached up and released her from the loop securing her manacles to the bed. At the exact same time, Kendall rolled off of her immediately and cursed himself as he stood up from the bed.
Legs shaking from restraint, he turned back with an apology on his lips, but held back, embarrassed by his actions. Logan helped her up from the bed. The manacles were still in place, but Logan started taking them off. He bent closer and whispered something in her ear. Kendall thought he heard something about her clothing.
She looked puzzled, and asked in a low tone, “Why did you tell him to stop?”
“Because you and I haven’t established any parameters yet,” Kendall answered for him. “I’m sorry. I lost myself for a moment. You make me lose myself. But that’s no excuse.” He glanced down her beautiful naked body once more and then turned away.
He didn’t expect her to respond, and she didn’t. Her gaze wasn’t quite wary, but maybe cautious. She seemed very surprised that Logan was releasing her. The brief thought of anyone from her past
not
stopping when she said to crossed his mind and made him even angrier at himself.
After several seconds he heard her close the door to the small bathroom. Logan started putting his clothes back on if the rustling sounds were an indication. Kendall thought Logan would yell at him, but he didn’t. His friend seemed lost in thought or maybe satisfied into a very mellow state.
Kendall turned back around. “How long has it been since you let a woman do what she wanted in the bedroom without mastering her?” Kendall asked.
“A very long time,” he answered quietly. Logan had a long-standing issue of trust with women he didn’t have tied down. His ex-fiancée had done quite a number on him years ago involving his unwavering love and her utter betrayal.
“So how was it?”
“With Jocelyn? It was awesome.” Logan’s tone suggested that even he was surprised by enjoying a different kind of sexual experience.
“Good.”
“Yeah.” Logan scooped up articles of her strewn-about clothing one by one. Shirt. Jeans. Bra. Panties. As Kendall stifled his prurient urges at merely seeing Jocelyn’s undergarments, Logan, not surprisingly, didn’t say any more about his uncharacteristic, overbearing sexual play with her.
The door opened in the corner. Logan strolled over quickly, and handed her the bundle of her clothes. Kendall didn’t know how she’d get dressed in that small space. He fairly knocked himself unconscious anytime he tried to take a piss in there.
“Now what?” Kendall asked, hoping he hadn’t just fucked up a future with her.
“I don’t know.” Logan still looked oddly unfocused. Or possibly displaced. Or distracted. Usually he was fairly lucid after sex. Today, not so much. He wondered why.
Whatever was going on, Kendall decided to try a different tactic to gain Logan’s immediate attention. “Now that you’re satisfied, do you want me to run her out of town?” he asked.
Logan shot a glare in Kendall’s direction. “No. Why would you do that? As a matter of fact, I want to see her again.”
“Really? Huh.” Kendall snapped his fingers as if something important just occurred to him. “I get it. You’re enthralled because she’s your new fiancée.”
Logan rolled his eyes and shook his head. “No. She’s not.”
“I know that’s a dirty word in your vocabulary, and believe me I’m not looking for permanence, but she seems very different. Special, maybe.”
“She
is
special.”
“Will you allow us to share her?”
Logan dropped his head, his manner almost reverent when he said, “I’d love that more than anything else.”
“But you don’t think
she
will?”
“I don’t know. She really threw me with the doormat comment. I’m not sure she’ll agree to both of us ordering her around during sexual bliss.”
“Plus, she obviously really threw you with the round-one sexual act. You really didn’t expect to enjoy it, did you?”
Logan grinned. “True. But if you call me a pussy again, I’m going to clock you in the head.”
Kendall laughed. “I was just fucking with you. Hey, if you both had a good time, then I’m happy for you. And her.”
The door opened again. They both stood up from the bed.
“Are you okay?” Logan asked.
She grinned at him. “I’m fantastic.”
“Do you forgive me?” Kendall asked.
“I suppose so.” She strolled over and stood in front of him. Her eyes weren’t misty anymore. “In fact, let’s negotiate those parameters you mentioned.”
His heart clenched with joy. She was not afraid and a little bit sassy. He liked that. “Fine. What are your terms?”
“The same as with Logan. I get to do whatever I want in round one and you get to dictate round two.” He shared an uneasy glance with Logan.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Logan said, pumping a fist in the air. “Please tell me I can stay and watch.”
“What are you going to do to me in round one?” Kendall asked her cautiously, ignoring Logan’s outburst.
A trill of laughter escaped her beautiful lips. “Agree to my terms and you’ll find out.” She hooked her fingers in his belt, her thumbs dropping to stroke his still-visible cock.
“I’ll take your request under consideration. But we need a change of venue. I don’t want to do anything in this room. You’re lucky some wayward park visitor didn’t stumble up here and catch you two together instead of me finding the two of you.”
“Okay. Where would you like to go?”
“If I agree to your terms, I’ll want to move this to our private residence.”
“Where is that?”
“Several miles north behind a secure wall, and well away from the Old West Town park.” Her eyes lowered suddenly.
“Hmm. I don’t know. The idea of having sex toys used on me while in a walled, secured prison puts my fear at an extreme level. And it doesn’t inspire trust.”
“Well, everything’s up for negotiation, right? And besides it’s not a prison. It’s where we live. You can still dictate the terms once we get there.”
“And you promise to stop if I don’t like something.”
“I swear, the next time I’ll learn your safe word first, well before anything of a sexual nature starts between us.”
She nodded. “Okay. We can convene at your private domain later on. But first, I want a guided tour of the authentic Western town. I bought a ticket. And I intend to see everything.”
* * * *
Jocelyn did a silent dance of joy. She was about to get her fondest wish regarding a sinfully planned ménage affair with two of the most delectable cowboys in town. And, best of all, she’d get a personal tour of the private compound she’d been trying to gain access to for weeks. Once she’d satisfied her prurient urges, she’d do an electronic exploration.
Her sister’s boyfriend, Dean, had claimed to be from this area, and had once mentioned something about a walled compound where the
fat cat owners
of the Old West Town park lived.