Authors: Chloe Lang
Sir pressed his lips against her neck. “Are you in your head again?”
“No, Sir.” Her body warmed, and a sweet shiver shot down to her mound.
“This is to remind you not to go back into your thoughts.” Sir stung her ass with two slaps from his open hand. Her body vibrated with desire.
“What state are we in?”
“Green, Sir.”
The palm of his hand connected with her ass. Heat welled up deep inside her pussy.
“I will take you every way possible—in your mouth, in your ass, and of course I’ll take you in your pussy.”
She’d never felt so exposed, so wide open, as his demands of submission made her feel. “I understand, Sir.”
“Bending you to my will is going to be such an incredible experience for me and for you. Stop and just feel. I am responsible for your pleasure, not you. Understand?”
His dominance thrilled her. “Yes, Sir.”
Before meeting the Wilde brothers, she’d mistakenly thought she was living. But she wasn’t. Her life had been gray and drudgery.
“I can tell you’re back deep inside your head. I know what will stop that.”
Jessie ached to please him. She couldn’t catch enough breath to do more than whisper, “Please, Sir. Tell me.”
Sir’s hands caressed her ass, and then he left the room. She longed for him to come back. In moments, he did. He was holding a large butt plug in one hand and a bottle of lubricant in the other. “This will get you out of your head, I’m certain.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She wanted the thoughts to stop, wanted to only feel, wanted to please Sir.
He sat on the bed, and she felt his fingers tempting her anus, drifting to the skin between her rectum and her pussy, before finally reaching her swollen folds. Then, with incredibly skilled fingers, he tormented her clit. Electricity ricocheted from her pussy throughout her body, inside and out. Dizzy with desire, she shuddered.
She felt him apply the lube to her rectum. His fingers circled and stretched her out. She was frightened by the prospect of the butt plug, but she would go the distance.
“You ready to tell me you don’t want this, sub?”
Jessie couldn’t answer. Did she really want what Sir offered? “I want it, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
“Sir?”
“Yes.”
“I’m a bit scared.”
“Don’t worry, little one. Trust me. I’ll never push you too much. Stop talking, and start feeling.”
Jessie believed him. He’d told the bouncers to leave the moment she’d tensed. He knew her better than she knew herself. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. I can’t wait to fill your hot pussy with my dick.” Sir’s voice bowled her over.
He cupped her ass with both hands. It still stung from his spanking, making her want him more.
“This is
my
ass.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“It’s nice and pink.” Sir’s fingers went deeper into her ass. He was taking his time, and she loved every second of it.
A delicious shiver shot up and down her spine. She craved to submit to his dominance. “Am I pleasing you, Sir?”
“The beginning of sweet submission, little one.” Sir let out a long, lusty sigh. “I hear it in your voice now. That pleases me. Take a deep breath.”
She sucked in a ton of air.
“Hold it. Good. Now, let it out.”
Jessie expelled the breath.
“Again.”
“Yes, Sir.” She did.
“Hold it. Good. Now, let it out.”
As she blew out the last bit of air, she felt a hot burn as Sir shoved the plug into her ass. She didn’t have the air to yelp. Instead, she sucked in more air.
“Breathe slow, sub. Easy. You’re doing great.”
The sex toy was seated completely in her bottom. The pain began to retreat, replaced by subspace and desire.
She watched Sir don a condom, and excitement bloomed inside her. He untied her once again, and rolled her over. Sir wasn’t in any rush. He took his time with her, and he played her body like a skilled musician.
When she was face up again, he tied her to the post again.
Sir leaned down between her legs and inhaled. “You smell so good, sub. That’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
Electric pulses shot through her body. She was so aroused and wanted Sir to possess her insides with his dick. His fingers lightly pressed on her clit again, causing it to swell and throb. Quick, short, almost painful pants passed her lips.
“Please, Sir. I need to come.”
Sir gave her no respite. Instead, he pinched her nipples until they were aching in harmony with her clit. Then she felt his lips bathe her breast. Sir’s treatment burned her hotter and hotter, higher and higher.
Sir shifted his position down, until he was between her legs once again. His lips on her pussy reduced her to a puddle, and his tongue’s pressure on her clit melted her.
His voice dipped to a low octave of masculinity. “This is how I like you, sub.”
“I’m glad this pleases you, Sir.”
He’d opened her up to her true nature. She liked to be dominated by Sir. No, it was more than that. She loved it. She wanted more, needed more.
His tongue danced through her folds, then moved to her clit, laving her into frenzy. Her fingers and toes curled tight. Her body rumbled from the approaching climax.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, Sir!”
He was on top of her in a flash. His pale blue eyes were hot with lust. His weight felt so good. She felt him position his dick at her pussy’s opening. Cravings more powerful than anything she’d ever known rolled through her like a million invading soldiers.
Joining the march, his dick pierced her slit wide and tunneled into her. Tremors rumbled through her like an earthquake, its aftershocks shooting deep into her channel as Sir’s cock possessed and conquered her insides. With the plug and his dick filling her up, she fell back into the whirlwind of heat that stormed in her body.
Slowly, patiently, in and out, he thrust into her pussy. One of Sir’s hands went down between them until he found her clit. Using his thumb to apply pressure to the bud, Sir never changed his rhythmic assault of his dick. Tears poured out of her eyes.
“You’ve earned your reward.”
His strokes lengthened. Each time as he pulled back, he blazed a path back into her, taking her breath away. Sir’s passionate sweat dripped on her shoulders. Stroke by stroke, his stabs came harder and faster.
Jessie felt her womb begin to convulse around his dick. “Please, Sir. May I come?”
“Yes, little one.” Sir’s cock jerked inside her. “Come for me.”
Her back arched up from the mattress, as the release Sir had given her blasted inside her pussy, her stomach, her chest, her lungs, her toes…everything and everywhere…her entire body. There wasn’t a single millimeter that didn’t tremble.
She screamed, “O–Ohh!” Her orgasm wasn’t a single explosion, but many. Each bigger than the one before.
“Fuck!” Sir yelled, and then he slammed her back into the bed with his final climatic thrust.
Slowly, her release settled back, and her delightful shivers softened. Denver spooned her with his muscled body.
“You want to know how I got my scar, sugar?”
God, yes.
She nodded.
“Austin and I were camping up in the mountains. I was twelve and he was thirteen. Though our dads convinced our mom to let us go, she wasn’t crazy about us going alone.”
“I think your mom was right to be worried.”
Jessie will be an amazing mother.
“Sometime after midnight, a black bear came into our camp. Austin told me not to move, but I didn’t listen. I wanted to prove to him that I was just as brave as he was. I tried to get to my rifle, but the bear charged before I could reach my tent where I’d left it. The bastard swiped my face and would’ve killed me if Austin hadn’t reacted instantly, hitting the bear over the head with a log from our fire.”
“Oh my God. What happened?”
“The bear turned from me to him. Unlike me, my brother had left his gun within reach and filled the beast with lead. I passed out from the loss of blood. When I came to, I found Austin staring at me with concern. While I’d been out, he’d stitched up my wound. We agreed to never tell anyone, or our mom and dads would never let us camp again.”
“What did you tell them happened?”
“That I fell down a ravine. Mom didn’t let me go camping again for another year. That was tough for me, but if she’d known about the bear I would’ve never been allowed to camp again. Austin and I never talked about that night since then. You’re the first I’ve ever told.”
“Thank you for trusting me to tell me, Denver. It means so much.”
Her words were music to his ears.
Chapter Seven
It had taken some convincing, but Jessie had finally convinced Denver that she needed to get some things from her hotel room. She was still worried about having to face her father, but her cowboy had been so good to keep her mind occupied on other things. For now, she didn’t want to think about her dad.
As they walked into the lobby, she saw Maude, the owner, wearing a bright red housecoat. Next to her was Denver’s mother, Mrs. Wilde.
“Mom, what are you doing here?”
The woman was beautiful. She looked too young to have children as old as her sons.
“I’m here to see Jessie.”
Denver frowned. “What about?”
“None of your business. Don’t be rude.”
Jessie had met her and her husbands at the hospital in Elko where they’d taken Pappy Jack after the explosion. She’d instantly liked her. “Hello, Mrs. Wilde.”
“Please. Call me Mary.”
“We don’t have time for this. I want to get Jessie back to my place. You don’t know what is going on, Mom.”
“I know more than you think, Denver. You Wilde men are so overprotective. Well, you stay down here in the lobby. Jessie and I will go to her room and have a chat.”
“But—”
“Your dads are outside making sure things are safe. Does that make you feel better?”
“Some.”
“Good. We’ll be down shortly.” Mary held out her hand for Jessie to take. “We’re way past due this talk, sweetie. Maude, if my son makes a move to come up the stairs, shoot his kneecap.”
She laughed. “You know I will, sis.”
Denver shook his head. “There’s no chance of winning with these two. Ten minutes. Then I’m coming up.”
“Please. Your mother is right. I have some questions only she can answer. I need to talk to her.”
He stared at her for a long time. Then he finally nodded. “Okay. But I’m not leaving this lobby.”
Mary went up to him, and he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. There was much love and respect between mother and son.