Acres, Natalie - Pole Position [Country Roads 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

Princess tried to follow his instructions, watching his handsome face for signs, hoping to read his expressions, gauge his lust, and figure out what made him happy, what brought him pleasure.

She reached behind her back and stroked his balls as she fucked him, using her fingertips to trace the swell of his sac. He cried out as she enhanced his pleasure. There was no question about it, Brant found satisfaction in her body.

His lips encircled one of her nipples and he sucked the hard point between his teeth, flicking her nipple with a reverent tongue, one committed to bringing her pleasure, true joy. “Let me come, Sir,” she whispered, realizing her words would sound out like a Dom’s favorite song.

“Not yet,” he said, doting more and more attention on her breasts, licking his way from one nipple to the next.

“Yes, Sir, please. I need to come!” she cried out, that new wave of hot and saucy pleasure moving closer, coming forward. And she refused to lose it! Her hands flattened against his chest and she used his body for leverage, riding him, enjoying everything about him as they fucked.

“No,” he growled, flipping over and tucking her body under his. “Not until I give you permission!”

His cock thrummed inside her walls and he pounded inside her, fucking her wild, riding her like she had eagerly rode him. He looped his arm under her leg and held her to him, screwing himself inside her as he pushed the weight of his cock higher inside her channel.

“That’s it, baby. Work that pretty little pussy for me,” he said, slowing down his gait and staring at their connection like it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. “Fuck yeah, Princess. Work it, honey. Ah yes, darlin’, that’s good and tight. You know what a man likes.”

Princess was so hot and wet. Brant stroked her in a way she’d never forget, thrusting inside her with painstakingly slow motions. He hit the right spot over and over again until she was cursing under her breath. He would take her right to that point, get her right there, and then leave her destroyed, unattended, and devastated.

“Let me come, Sir.” She groveled, tightening her legs around his back.

“Not…yet!” he exclaimed, shoving her arms above her head.

“Yes!” she cried out. “Damn it to hell! Now!” Her body closed around his shaft and a wave of pleasure washed over her. Shit! This was better than anything she’d realized in the past. The initial resistance brought more and more pleasure as she rode out the first orgasm only to find the second one right there awaiting her.

Brant bit his bottom lip and fucked her, forcing her legs apart as he impaled her. “Right there. Fuck! Yeah. Don’t move. Hold still.” He ground his body against hers, spreading her pussy lips as he screwed her. His mouth was moist as he watched his cock enter and retreat. “Oh yeah, Princess. Ah God, you feel so tight, so fucking good.”

Princess closed her eyes. She listened to the rhythmic slapping of their bodies. Brant was right. This was good, too good.

This was fucking perfect.

* * * *

When the sun came up, its rays beamed across their bed. Brant groaned, rolled over and stuffed his hand under the pillow. He felt the cold metal clasp of the neckband he’d intended on placing around Princess’s neck the night before.

The evening had been so full of lust-filled loving. Brant had fallen asleep before he had the chance to ask Princess if she’d do him the honor of wearing the collar.

He looked down on Princess and wondered what kind of dreams she’d enjoyed after what they’d shared, after the night they’d experienced together. She slept with a smile tilting her lips, looking like a completely sated lover, a woman hopelessly ready to fulfill her obligation as a committed partner, a sub ready to please her Dom.

Brant took a deep breath. Quietly, he aroused himself, working his cock in and out of his palm. He slid a rubber over his shaft and bathed his dick in lube, anxious to awaken his lover with the sweetest of surprises.

Retrieving the collar, Brant unhooked the catch. He straddled Princess’s middle, placed the collar in his left hand and knelt over her, kissing her lips until Princess awoke, framed his face, and kissed him back.

“Hmm,” Princess moaned. “Good morning to you, too.”

“I have a little something for you.”

“You do?” she asked, drawing her knees forward and spreading her legs with understanding.

“Yes,” Brant replied, lifting his head off the pillow and working the leather collar around her neck.

Brant straddled her chest. “I want you to wear this. Do you think you can do that for me?” he asked, hooking the collar and assuming she wouldn’t tell him no.

Princess grinned. “If you didn’t already have that condom on, I’d show you how happy you’ve made me.”

Brant growled. “Show me, anyway.”

Princess gripped Brant’s cock and gave him a few hearty pulls. Brant slid down her belly, licked her taut nipples, and then plunged in between her folds, pushing her legs apart as he entered her.

“That’s right, sub. You belong to me now. Fuck me. Show me how much you want to be mine.”

Princess’s head turned to the side and she bit down on his forefinger. “I don’t know how long I can do this without coming this morning.”

Brant dipped his finger in her rear passage, toying with the outer ring as he entered her. “You’ll come when I come.”

Princess stared at Brant’s mouth. “You just think you’re in control, here.”

“No,” he said. “I’m a little sharper than that, Princess. I know who holds the true power.”

Princess grunted when Brant buried himself deeper, fucking her with longer, more deliberate strokes. He hammered inside her sweet pussy and pursed his lips, unable to scream out the most pleasurable moment of his life.

He had a lover ready to deliver everything he’d longed for including a family, a commitment, and a shared life. He may have placed a collar around his sub’s neck, but in that moment, he realized something else, too.

From the moment he met Princess, there had been a lasso around his heart. Thank God he held out long enough. Thank God he waited until she was old enough to rope him in and teach him how to love again.

* * * *

Brant listened to the sound of running water. Princess was in the shower. He wondered if she was playing with herself, and the thought of her fingering herself made him harder than steel.

A few minutes later, Princess walked in the room wearing nothing but a white towel. Brant moistened his lips. “Drop the towel.”

She smiled and her grin lit up the room. “You’re in a hurry, huh?”

“Oh no, hon. I can wait. Question is, can you?”

Princess took a step toward the bed. Another step and the towel fell to the floor.

“Stop right there,” Brant ordered. “Turn around.”

She followed his instructions. “Are you going to punish me for something?”

“Depends,” Brant said, reaching for the paddle. “Did you play with yourself while you were in the shower?”

“Yes,” she said, quite proud of the fact.

“Did you come?” Good grief, had he ever seen a better looking ass? “Did you bring yourself pleasure?”

“Yes,” Princess replied. “I came while I was thinking about giving you head.”

Brant’s prick processed the information first. His dick throbbed and his balls burned. “Do you enjoy being spanked?”

“When it’s needed,” Princess told him. “Do I deserve punishment, Sir?”

Oh God. She’d said the magic word. “Bend over, sub. Let’s see if I can’t teach you a lesson.”

Princess grabbed her knees and presented her ass. Brant grabbed the paddle. He didn’t want to make too much noise, so he toyed with his sub, understanding he wouldn’t give her the kind of whipping he might if they were somewhere with complete privacy.

With other campers close in proximity, he wouldn’t have the opportunity to strike her ass as he should but in turn, he’d have a lot to think about. The next time he’d spank her, he’d take her to Colt’s barn and whip her bottom until she realized the advantages found in an erotic spanking.

Turning the paddle sideways, he ran the edge down the crack of her ass until she flinched. “Hold still, lover.”

She arched her back and Brant struck, paddling her bottom a few times, watching her pretty, firm ass turn bright red from the spanking.

Each time Brant delivered a swat, Princess moaned, grunting out her building pleasure a few times. She pressed her fingers to her clit and Brant growled. “Let go of what is mine. You don’t touch yourself unless I give you permission.”

“But you make me wet,” she whined.

“I’ll do more than make you wet if you play with yourself without permission.”

“Can I service you, Sir?”

“Service me?” he asked, chuckling.
I thought you’d never ask.

Princess faced him. Brant nipped at her lips. “On your knees, sub.”

Princess dropped to her knees, kissing Brant’s shaft while sliding to the floor. “Did I tell you to kiss my dick?”

“No, Sir.”

“What kind of punishment should I give you?” he asked, gripping his cock and wondering if he could carry on like this for much longer.

“Another spanking?”

Brant grunted. “You sound hopeful.”

“I like whippings.”

“You like being a naughty girl, don’t you, sub?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, running her fingers over Brant’s cock. “But there’s something I’d enjoy much more.”

Brant smacked her hand away. “No touching. Just sucking. Can you do that, sub?”

“You know I can,” she said, following Brant’s cock with her mouth.

“Hands behind your back,” Brant said, plunging into Princess’s hot mouth. “Oh damn,” he muttered. “You have such slick lips, don’t you, sub?”

Princess only mumbled and then she started the blow job of a lifetime. Brant showed his appreciation a lot sooner than he’d anticipated.

Chapter Seventeen

Later that afternoon, they returned home to find Colt in the barn watering the horses. “You two look like you just returned from your honeymoon.”

“I feel like I just returned from my honeymoon,” Princess said, slipping her arms around his neck.

“I don’t have to ask what you two found to keep you busy. It’s written all over her face.”

Princess studied Colt. He looked sad, as if he wasn’t sure what to make of the time she’d enjoyed alone with Brant.

His gaze held on the collar. “What the hell is that?”

Princess gulped. She stared at Brant and he looked smug, as if he’d done something he knew would upset Colt.

Princess ran her finger over the leather and said, “I thought this would please you, too, Sir.”

Colt winked at Brant and said, “Actually, it does.”

Princess breathed a heavy sigh of relief and looked at them then. “I’m happier now than I’ve ever been in my life.”

“You are?” Colt asked, taking a step toward her. “Well maybe I should go ahead and show you why I’m not disappointed to find that collar around your neck.” He dug in his pocket and retrieved a black velvet box. “Brant collared you because that signifies to others in the lifestyle that you belong to a Dom.”

“I belong to two Doms,” she corrected him, her heart soaring.

“Yes, but you’ll wear his collar, and I’m hoping you’ll become my wife,” Colt said, taking her hand in his and sliding down to one knee. “Princess Sterling, I would be honored if you would marry me.”

She stared at the white diamond ring winking back at her, and she threw her arms around his neck. “You boys don’t waste any time, do you?”

“Depends on how you look at it, really,” Brant said, staring at the ring. “Damn, boy. Did you mortgage the farm and the house for that?”

Colt stared at Princess. “She’s worth twice that amount.”

“Maybe even more,” Brant said, his arms looping around her.

Colt tugged her forward, secured the ring on her third finger, and sealed their deal with a heated kiss, immediately dropping his hands to her waist. Brant stripped off his shirt and helped her do the same.

Strolling in the office, Colt crooked his finger back and forth. “My farm manager quit, so no one will bother us in here.”

Princess followed him to the door and peered inside. “There isn’t a lot of furniture,” she said shyly, noticing the only appointments to speak of were a large desk in the center of the room and a leather sofa located in the corner.

Colt moved stacks of paperwork to the side. She grinned as she watched him.

“What’s so funny?”

“Outside of the fact that we’re running around a barn without our clothes?” she asked.

“Yes, besides that,” Colt said.

“Well, to be honest with you, I just had a filthy image.”

“You did?” Colt asked.

“Yes,” she told him, stretching over the width of the desk.

“What are you doing, sub?” Brant asked.

“I’m taking control of this one situation, if that’s all right with you, Sir.”