The Plume: The First Anthology (26 page)

And they were prepared for her to fight.

Tess pivoted and tried to run. She knew she wouldn’t get far and she was right. They caught her from behind, four sets of strong hands closing on her and lifting her bodily off the floor. She opened her mouth to scream and that russet-haired one jammed the white cotton gag into her mouth so fast that she barely made a sound. He knotted it hard behind her head, giving her no chance to spit it out. He was a bit rough and very thorough.

And his cock was ready to do business.

Tess loved it.

She thrashed and fought because it was part of the game. She knew she had no chance. She was stretched out, her ankles bound together with heavy rope, even as she struggled to kick her way free. Her shackles were unlocked and discarded on the floor. Her hands were pulled high over her head, the black cowboy holding her easily against his chest as the golden one lashed her wrists together. They leaned together, chuckling as they trapped her between their muscled bodies and their erections.

They both fondled her breasts once she was tied up.

Tess squirmed, certain she was in paradise.

“Nice catch, Tex,” said the black one, his eyes glinting.

The russet-haired one nodded approval. Tex. He was Tex.

“Bet she has a hot tight snatch,” said the fourth, who stood with his arms folded across his chest.

“You know she likes to fight, Hoss.”

The guy who held her from behind gave her breast a squeeze. “Think she can handle us all at once?”

They laughed. “I don’t think she’ll have a choice.”

“No,” Tex said, his tone mischievous. “We’ve got to give her a chance. Play some games. Turn her loose and practice with our lassoes."

Tess moaned. No doubt about it – he was the man for her.

“Over and over and over again,” another concluded.

"Get her in pony gear and let her pull a buggy."

“Whoever gets her tied down can have her for the day.”

“For the hour,” corrected one with a chuckle.

Tess thought she would die of delight.

"Hurry up," Tex said. "Let's get her out of here. Once we're on our way, we can play." He gave Tess's breast a pinch and she wriggled for him, trying to show that she liked him. He smiled, then winked at the guy holding her.

"No fixing the lots," that guy said and Tex laughed.

The black cowboy caught Tess around the middle. He tossed her over his shoulder and the four of them hastened out of the Plume. Tess struggled on his shoulder, then felt his gloved hand slide between her thighs. His fingers flicked against her wet sex and Tess nearly moaned aloud.

"Dripping wet," he said with satisfaction. "Rex was right about this one. She's going to love the stables."

Tess was pretty sure he was right. Moments later, they were in the underground garage for the Plume. She heard a vehicle being unlocked, smelled hay, then was carried into a horse trailer. It rocked slightly as the guy carrying her stepped inside and there were several bales of hay inside. He put her on her feet, then immediately secured her wrists to a metal loop on the inside of the roof.

The four stood before her, hands on their hips, their silhouettes powerful and male. They surveyed her openly and the black one nodded.

Tex seemed to be in charge, because he stepped forward and tugged down his bandana. He was every bit as gorgeous as Tess had imagined, absolutely prime. "Might as well have some introductions for the little lady," he said, his smile making Tess's heart thunder. "I'm Tex." She loved that he spoke with a western drawl.

Tex indicated the black cowboy. "Hoss." That cowboy tipped his hat to her, as if they were meeting at a square dance.

"Slim." Tex indicated the Caucasian cowboy who had partnered with Hoss. Slim was the tanned one with the red bandana and he was more slender than the others.

Tex nodded to the last cowboy, the one with the brown Stetson and red bandana. "And Little Jim."

Who wasn't, from what Tess could see.

Tex grinned when she looked, then nodded at the other cowboys. “So, whose turn is it to ride in the back of the truck with the new filly?” They drew lots and Tex made a face when he lost.

Tess would have pouted, if she could.

Tex came to Tess and put his fingertip under her chin, tipping her face up so she was looking right into his eyes. "I'll have to come visit your stall later, little filly," he said softly. "Make sure you're saddle broken." Tess quivered, wanting him to know she approved, then he kissed her lips. Even with the gag, his touch made her shiver.

The other three settled in with her and Tex locked the door.

"It's a long way to the stables," Hoss drawled.

"Time for each of us to have a turn," Little Jim agreed. He bent and untied her ankles as the truck was started. "Slim, you're first." Hoss crouched down beside Little Jim and they each gripped one of Tess's ankles. They stood and stepped apart, lifting her ankles high and spreading her open like a wishbone. She was swinging from their grips and from the ceiling, unable to escape. She saw that they grabbed handles on either side of the trailer to keep their balance and Little Jim winked at her.

"Open for business," he whispered.

Tess shivered in delight. She looked at Slim to find him smoothing a condom over his erection. So, they would still play by Plume rules. That was good.

He then showed her a ring, his devilish expression making Tess's heart stop. "A little something special for the lady," he said, sliding the French tickler down the length of his erection. He fitted it snugly at the root so that the latex knobs were upright.

They'd rub against Tess's clitoris when he was inside her, driving her crazy.

She caught her breath, knowing this couldn't get any better.

Slim stepped forward, his cock hard and ready. "Fast and hard the first time, 'cos I hear that's the lady's choice." Tess nodded agreement. He smiled, then lifted her up and drove hard into her.

Once he was inside her, he held on to the roof of the trailer and rocked his hips, working with the momentum of the moving trailer to drive Tess crazy. The French tickler was the perfect size and in the perfect position. She wriggled with joy, both wanting to come and wanting to prolong the moment.

"Nice and tight?" Little Jim asked.

"Snug and cozy," Slim said. "This one is going to need a lot of training."

"And discipline, too," Hoss added. "There is nothing better than a pretty filly who needs to be broken to the saddle."

Tess moaned in delight. The vehicle turned onto a smooth road and accelerated as Slim pumped hard inside her. Tess writhed and struggled, which only made her anguished pleasure build. Her orgasm would be epic. She was shivering with anticipation when Hoss spoke.

"I'm liking the view from here," he said, letting go of the handgrip to trail his fingers over Tess's butt. "You mind sharing, Slim?"

"Not at all, partner." Slim captured Tess's ankle from Hoss, locking it against his shoulder, his fingers wrapped around her ankle. Hoss moved behind Tess, gripping her waist with his hands before he slid into her ass.

She moaned at the size of him, and the sheer joy of being trapped between these two gorgeous men. They pumped together, their rhythm so intuitive that she knew they'd had a hundred 'fillies' this way.

"Some for me, too," Little Jim said. He put her other ankle on Hoss's other shoulder, untied her gag, then grabbed her chin and kissed her deeply. His kiss was demanding and persuasive, taking and giving simultaneously.

Slim filled her and held her captive. Hoss reached around and fondled her breasts, even as he drilled into her from behind. Tess was taken from all sides, driven to pleasure by three passionate men, and she couldn't get enough.

She was in love with cowboys and the stables all already.

And she'd barely met Tex.

Chapter Two

Never mind pink, Joanna was sure that she was spanked to ruby red by the time Mike stepped away. Her butt was warm, her skin humming and her sex was dripping wet. She was quivering against the cold marble counter, but she'd held the pose, just as he'd commanded.

She had to hope there would be a reward.

But she knew it wasn't up to her.

That was the best part.

Mike prowled around the island in the kitchen, his muscles pumped and a faint patina of perspiration on his skin. His hair fell over his eye, and she shivered that this man wanted her. She certainly wanted him.

She moaned as much as she could and wriggled in her bonds, watching how his gaze slid over her and satisfaction lit his eyes. He reached over and urged her to stand up straight. He ran his hands over her throat, her shoulders, her breasts, her waist. He smiled, his gaze hot. She eyed his erection and rolled her hips in invitation.

He smiled. "I should punish you for that," he murmured, caressing her breast. "But I can't resist you." Joanna's heart thumped that she had some power over him.

Mike swept a cushion off one of the barstools and came behind her. "Lean back against me," he said, kissing the tender point at the junction of her shoulder and neck. He put the cushion between her pelvis and the lip of the stone counter, then trapped her against it with his hips. Joanna's heart thumped in anticipation. He held her breasts and drew her back against him, her arms secured between them.

She was possessed by him.

She would soon be claimed by him.

"Lean your head back," he commanded, then kissed her ear. His thumbs worked her nipples, teasing them to tight peaks. His erection was between her thighs, sliding against her labia, teasing her with the possibilities. He was hard and thick, so close but not moving inside her. "Now, you're pink," he murmured, his breath against her ear making her shiver. "Now you're marked as mine." Joanna arched her back and tried to moan. "I'll keep spanking you, keep you marked." She ground her hips against him again and moaned, trying to tell him what she wanted, inviting him to take her.

Mike chuckled. "Making demands is naughty," he whispered and she thrilled in anticipation of what else he could do to her. "Now you'll have to wait longer."

Joanna shuddered from head to toe, burning with desire for him.

Mike stepped back then, and she moaned as his cock moved away. He turned her to face him, and surveyed her with satisfaction. "You look good like this," he murmured. "Even better than I imagined." He grinned. "Maybe you were meant to be mine."

Joanna wanted him to do more than look. She tipped her head back, knowing she was completely his. The spanking had left her supple and submissive. She arched her back and shivered deliberately, opening her legs even wider. He eased his finger between her thighs and touched her. She gasped and he smiled.

Mike bent and tipped Joanna over his shoulder, then carried her from the kitchen. One hand locked her knees against his chest, the other rose to finger her hot cleft. Joanna writhed her hips against him. She was hoping he'd keep her captive forever. She was hoping he had a dungeon.

What he had was a riding crop.

And a cluster of peacock feathers.

Joanna saw both on the nightstand when he set her down on the carpet beside his bed. It was a thick rug and soft under her skin. The bed was made up with creamy smooth cotton sheets, the pair of black ankle restraints stark against the sheets.

She was thrilled that he had prepared so thoroughly for this, that he had been reviewing his plans for her while they had been in the restaurant, eating dinner.

Mike straddled Joanna, moving with brisk efficiency, and she understood she was supposed to struggle. He removed her boots and locked the restraints around her ankles despite her efforts. He ensured that they were tight, then hooked them together. She couldn't do much of anything then, except twist on the floor.

He stood and watched her for a minute, his satisfaction obvious. When she looked up at him, she saw the heavy chain secured to the ceiling. He locked her ankle restraints to it and her butt lifted off the carpet. He stood on a stool, raising the chain until she was dangling before him, struggling like a fish on a line.

His hands slid over her as he stepped down, then he squatted beside her. "You aren't pink enough anyway, naughty Joanna," he murmured. He picked up the cluster of feathers and brushed the tips over her body. Their light caress made her skin tingle, made her aware of every inch of her body.

Made her want more.

"You could keep the gag in your purse," he suggest softly, then arched a brow. "We could meet at coffee break, give you a spanking each day."

Their gazes locked and held. They could get caught! Mike grinned at her, probably guessing her thoughts. He looked daring and reckless, so completely sexy that Joanna was overwhelmed by desire. He kept tickling her with those feathers, making her skin feel alive and hungry, making her keenly aware of sensation. Her sex pulsed with insistent desire and she struggled on the chain, wanting him more than she had ever wanted anyone in her life.

"It's about risk, Joanna," Mike said finally as he put aside the feathers. He picked up the riding crop. "It's about taking chances and pushing the edges. You don't like taking them, so I'll command you to."

He tapped the riding crop against his palm. He walked around her and Joanna struggled, panicking that he would strike her and that it would hurt. At the same time, she itching for him to do as he pleased to her.

The first blow was almost a relief, not nearly as bad as she feared. It sent a shock through her body and made her spin on the line. Mike knew how to work it, she realized, how to make it sting but not hurt. The spinning proved that she was truly helpless.

This helplessness was exactly what she craved. That barrier, the one insisting upon control, melted as he struck her again and again. She descended into a red haze of pleasure fused with pain, one that left her entire body pulsing.

Hungry.

And burning with a desire only Mike could satisfy.

* * *

Joanna was gorgeous. Mike made a pattern of welts on her body, embellishing her perfection with his mark of possession. Most of them were on her thighs, where only he would be able to see them. He'd always liked the look of slaves spanked so that their skin was rosy, a sign that they were owned but not hurt.