Lang, Chloe - Wilde Love [The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 6] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (2 page)

Chapter Two

Austin loved the feel of Jessie in his arms.

His brothers believed that they would be able to deal with him in a plural marriage with one woman. They imagined that Jessie could be the glue to keep them all together. But he knew better. In no time at all, they would be asking him to go easy on her.
Not possible for me.
He didn’t have an ounce of softness inside him.

“Sub, I’m going to lower you to the ground on top of my jeans. Do not move. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” She blinked, and her cheeks reddened.

Fucking perfect!

Besides, he knew this firebrand female needed a very firm hand. Hell, she craved it. She was perfect for him, and he would be perfect for her. Now, he had to convince her to make the right choice. In time, his brothers might understand, though he would never know. The best thing to do once Jessie did fully submit was to leave Wilde forever. It had always been his plan, although until recently, he’d thought he would be alone.

He’d considered taking her to his dungeon but had decided against it. The way she’d kept looking toward the tree let him know his brothers were likely going to show up soon. No time like the present to get her on her knees in front of him. But he’d not brought any restraints or toys with him when he’d come to the tree to cut it down.
Time to improvise.

He sat the tiny bundle of beauty down on his discarded jeans. He grabbed his shirt and started ripping it into strips. “These will be your restraints, pet.”

She chewed on her trembling lips, causing his balls to load up. Obviously, she was a nervous wreck. He needed to get her out of her head more than any time before. This time would be quite the tightrope to walk, pushing her to the very edge without her invoking her safe word. Austin’s gut clenched as he recalled what he’d done at Denver’s house. He’d ignored his vow to her. H
Instead, h
e’d put his collar around her neck and was deaf to her cries.

“Master, is something wrong?”

Fuck!
His ruminations had frozen him like a statue. He held the remains of his shirt, now long strips of fabric, in his hands. “Not at all, pet. I’m just deciding on what punishment to inflict on your sweet little body. Let’s get you tied up, sweetheart. Stand up.”

It didn’t surprise him one bit that she obeyed him, immediately jumping to her feet. Still, the worry in her eyes concerned him. A ton of worry showed there.

Austin walked her to
her
tree. She’d claimed it, and that had changed everything. He loved her for it and would never let her go. Using the strips, he tied her arms over her head to the oak’s largest branch. He knelt down and fastened her ankles together with more of his shirt’s remains. Unable to resist touching her cute cunt, he guided his fingers through her feminine flesh. She rewarded him with a pussy shiver. He looked up into her green eyes and saw his tomorrows.

His cock hardened, and an idea formed. “Do well, pet, and I will reward you.”

“Yes, Master.” Her tone told him that she was curious what he would give her, yet her mind was still spinning like a top. This sexy, outsider sub had done quite the number on him. He wanted her with his whole being. By God, he would have her, too. Time to give her what she really needed.

* * * *

Jessie trembled as Austin’s gaze locked on her eyes. Without a single touch, his dark, sensual eyes brought on a myriad of sensations inside her.

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again—you’ve got incredible tits, pet.”

“I’m glad you like them, Master.”

Jessie yelped when Austin pinched her nipples. They were still sore from all the sex over the last week.

He released her tiny bits of flesh. They throbbed and burned.

“Tell me, pet. Do you trust me?”

She nodded.

“Good girl.”

Austin fondled her breasts, opening up the deep desires inside her. When he licked her neck, Jessie thought she might climax in the next few seconds.

“Don’t do it.” He slapped her ass with his open hand, delivering a quick, delicious sting. His large, calloused hands on her bare bottom felt powerful and hot.

“What Master?” she asked.

Two more whacks to her backside from his hand, and she felt her pussy dampen. “You know how this works, pet. No orgasms until I give you permission.”

She nodded, chewing on her lip and feeling her heart race in her chest.

As his fingers slid down her sides to her hips, Jessie knew if she hadn’t been tied up, she would’ve fallen. When he kissed her, everything inside her blazed hot. Desire rolled up through her, flattening out any little bits of hesitation. She wanted him to take her, to dominate her, to fill her up completely. But first, she wanted him to go on kissing her. And he did. Austin used his lips, tongue, and teeth like little erotic toys—pressing, pushing, biting, demanding submission of her mouth, her body, and her soul.

Austin’s lips never left hers as his hands found her nipples and pinched them once again. Heat rose in her cheeks, and the little, sweet pain sent her to the entrance of the subspace he was creating for her.

Her lips swelled up from his mouth torture, and still he kissed her. His hands swept up and down her body, causing her shivers to intensify.
I’m so close.

He stopped suddenly and released her. He stepped back and looked down at her pussy. “You almost came, pet. That’s not allowed.”

“Yes, Master.” She tried to will the little sparks down, but they wouldn’t be quieted.

He grinned and knelt down. “Remember, no climax.”

Jessie nodded, believing somehow she could obey. She must. But when his fingers began threading through her folds and his thumb hit her clit, she knew it was hopeless. His hands were better than any toy she’d ever experienced. How he could get them to vibrate like that she couldn’t figure out, but she prayed he wouldn’t stop.

“Y–Yes!” she screamed, even though clearly punishment would come for it.

“No coming,” he commanded flatly but continued his torture on her pussy.

As he breathed his hot breath on her clit, her body began to rock in the restraints. When she felt his tongue touch her pussy, Jessie tried so hard to hold back her climax. But Austin’s wicked torture of her pussy was too much. When he captured her clit with his teeth, she failed, and the massive orgasm fired. Her tremors began deep inside her channel then fanned out everywhere in her body, becoming stronger and more intense as they went.

Barely able to focus, she watched Austin stand up in front of her. “Naughty, sub. You disobeyed me and came. Now, I’ve got to punish you.”

She wondered if he would wait for her orgasm to settle back but doubted he would. Could his punishments make her climax stronger?

Austin moved behind her, proving her doubts right. When she felt the sting as his hand connected with her flesh, her orgasm retreated for a bit. But as the pain blossomed and she fell into that wonderful subspace, her tremors turned into full-on body quakes of the most intense level. Jessie felt like warm liquid, unable to control her insides, her outsides, her mind, her thoughts, her sensations. And still he spanked her, providing her direction and comfort. Yes, comfort. With Austin, she was free just to be.

She closed her eyes and let the tears brought on by the orgasm stream down from her eyes.

He stopped and kissed her sore backside, so gently. “I love your ass, pet. You did so good.”

“Thank you, Master. I love your discipline.”

“I am your Master then?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“I know what’s best for you.”

“You do, Master.

“Then choose what I tell you to choose, pet. Me.”

She knew he wouldn’t like the answer, but she couldn’t give him what he wanted. “I choose you and your brothers, Master.”

“Damn it, Jessie. You’re the most irritating sub I’ve ever trained.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“You won’t be thanking me for long. I’m going to prove to you that I know what’s best for you if it takes me all night.”

“I understand why you’re doing this, Master.”

He leaned over and captured her left nipple with his mouth. He sucked hard until she was moaning through the wonderful pain.

Austin stepped back, his eyes finding hers. “That’s what you respond to, Jessie. You’re sub through and through. I’ve never known anyone quite like you. We fit. We need to be together.”

“I agree. Let’s be together with your brothers. I want what your mom and dads have. I need it.”

“No, you don’t. You need me.” But his tone had softened slightly.

Was she getting through to him? Jessie thought she might be.

* * * *

Looking at the crime scene added heat to Sheriff Davis’s already growing heartburn. The past few weeks had changed everything for him.

Bandit’s Hideout, Vice, and Wilde were the only towns in Silver County—
his county
. Despite their names, none got out of hand too much. With only an infrequent bar fight to break up, a few drunks to haul to jail, and some speeding tickets to issue, his job of twenty-four years had typically been a cakewalk. Well, at least it had been until the recent crime spree.

Standing over the chalk outline, he spotted the victim’s blood on the carpets, one wall, the bedspread, and a mirror. The whole scene sickened him. The body had been removed fifteen minutes ago by the county coroner.

Ted Blake, his deputy and the only investigator in the county, wrote frantically on his tablet. At twenty-five, and with only four months on duty, the young officer had been chomping at the bit for some action. Regretfully for Sheriff Davis, the kid had gotten his wish.

Six more years on the job was what the sheriff needed to add enough to his retirement funds and pension to get his dream. He planned on spending his retirement years on the lake with a fishing pole in his hand. That required another election. If he didn’t get the person responsible for the two murders locked up, he could kiss his chance of winning—and future lazy days in his boat—good-bye.

“I better call Carson City.” His looked at his cell and saw that not a single bar was lit. He’d have to wait until he got back to his office to make that call. “We’re going to need help on this one.”

“But, Sheriff, we’ve got this. If the state sends people up, we’ll get pushed to the side.”

“I’m sheriff, Ted. That doesn’t change.” Getting pushed to the side wouldn’t be half bad. “Besides, we don’t have the resources or expertise to catch this killer. There are two people dead already. This isn’t the time for a pissing match, Ted.”

“Yes, sir.” The deputy looked around the room, pointing with his pen, and then jotted down another observation.

“Let’s wrap this up, son.” The kid had fire in his belly, and that actually made him smile. One day, Ted would make one hell of a good sheriff for the county.

The deputy suddenly looked up from his notepad. “Sheriff, if Paul King wasn’t the one gunning for Jessie Greene, who is?”

Chapter Three

Jessie drifted out of the divine subspace of Austin’s making. They’d gone several rounds. She’d come another two times. He still hadn’t.

“I’m going to untie you, pet.”

“Yes, Master.” She was deliciously exhausted.