Lucky Springs 4: Training Party

Resplendence Publishing, LLC

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Resplendence Publishing, LLC

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Training Party

Copyright © 2012 Training Party

Edited by Michele Paulin and Juli Simonson

Cover art by Les Byerley,
www.les3photo8.com

Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-500-7

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Electronic Release: April 2012

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

Dedicated to Yoda of Oz :)

Being deeply involved with two men might be a woman’s fantasy, but this woman would never ask for it. Tucker Gallen glanced through the side window of Angie Hennison’s house and caught her in a heavy three-way with Ben and Jerry. Finding her naked with two men would be a turn on, but Angie had asked him to watch her so she didn’t pack on extra pounds before her friend Cassie’s wedding.

Tucker had told her ten times she didn’t need to lose weight, but she was determined to drop another five pounds before the big day. Now, he’d caught her red-handed with a pint of Chunky Monkey and a spoon. Tucker and his buddies loved her curves, and they’d much rather be the men keeping her busy, but she kept them in the friend zone.

He walked around the back of the house and entered through the kitchen door. Angie always left the back door open when she was home. Good old, safe Lucky Springs, Louisiana.

“You really shouldn’t leave doors open, Ang. With the factory hiring so much, there are tons of single men swarming the town. You need to be more careful.” He barged into her living room.

“Men? Like they’re going to come after me. You work at the factory, so do Landon and Dane. If anyone bugged me, you’d find them and beat them up.” She put the ice cream behind a decorative pillow. Not very subtle. He loved that she wasn’t good at lying.

“True. And with all the added men around here, single women will be a hot item.” He reached behind the pillow and produced the mostly eaten pint. “Now, you know I don’t think you need to lose an inch, but you asked me to keep you on track.”

She looked at him with those big blue eyes and pouted. Her long blonde hair hung over her shoulders, and she hadn’t even bothered with makeup. Tucker inspected her outfit, cargo pants and a T-shirt. Not even workout clothes. Maybe she’d given up the weight-loss nonsense?

He’d miss the excuse for dropping in on her unannounced but maybe, he’d finally make a romantic move instead…except he wasn’t good at letting down his guard.

“I’m sorry. I needed sugar! I want to look good for the wedding. Especially with all these new men around here. I wish Cassie hadn’t asked me to stand up. The dresses don’t hide anything.” Angie rubbed her forehead.

“You don’t need to hide anything. If you’re determined to turn yourself into a stick figure…” He marched to the kitchen, annoyed at her and his own feelings. Sure, she’d been the chubby girl in school, but when puberty had hit, it had landed in the right places. She wasn’t skinny, but Angie was a real woman.

He searched her fridge and put two more pints of ice cream on the table. Then he found cookies and chips in the cabinet.

Angie stood in the doorway. “Don’t. That’s emergency stuff. If it’s not here, I’ll go shopping or drive-thru for something.”

“You made me promise to help you. Not to let you eat this stuff. What sort of friend would I be if I broke my promise?” He nudged her to one side and headed for her bedroom. With freedom to search, he was less interested in snacks and more in what else she might be hiding.

“Where are you going? The food is in there.” Her voice betrayed her panic as she stayed right behind him.

“Right. You never snack in bed. We know you better than that. Landon and Dane said you love chocolate in bed.” Tucker and his pals had no secrets. Those two got more out of Angie sometimes because they were a gay couple and friends of hers from high school. She shared things with them that she’d never tell a straight guy.

“I hate them.” Angie rolled her eyes.

“You love us all. We’re your
friends
.” He hated that word. They could be so much more.

He opened one nightstand and found a variety of fun-size candy bars. He dumped them on the bed then went to the next drawer.

“No!” She pressed behind him and reached to slam the drawer.

But Tucker was taller and stronger. He held her back and found books and toys. Not hiding his smile, he spread the books out on the bed and found three rather good-size sex toys.

Two vibrated and one was clear glass. “At least, you’re getting some exercise.”

“No. Just put it away. I don’t go through your private drawers and look at your porn stuff.” She reached for it, but Tucker kept himself between her and the bed.

He’d grown up on the poor side of town on a ranch that didn’t make much of anything.

When he’d gone to work at the factory, his father hadn’t been happy but Tucker was. He’d found freedom and his guys, and it worked. Traditional wasn’t their way. Still, Tucker’s feelings for Angie hadn’t disappeared. He’d worked hard to overcome his childhood and take control. She was the one thing missing in his life. No matter what he told himself, deep down he craved her love in addition to the friendship.

As Tucker inspected the titles on the well-worn books, he knew Angie fit right in with them. He couldn’t believe his luck. Books on submission and sexual play dominated the selection. There was also one on natural sexuality and oddities. There were post-its marking pages on that one.

“Put it away!” she demanded.

He turned to her and saw the tears brimming in her eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed. We all have our needs. Our quirks. Have you tried it?”

“What?” she asked.

“Have you let anyone dominate you?” He stroked her hair and spoke casually.

Angie shook her head. “It’s just a fantasy. I just like strong men. I read fiction books about it and got curious. It’s not real. I couldn’t do that.”

“Of course, you could. It’s more fun than you think, especially when you involve other people.” He flipped the kinky book open to the marked pages.

“Put it down. Please!” Her face was red.

“No.” He saw her kink marked, and lines were highlighted. Dropping the book, he nudged her onto the bed. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Nothing to be ashamed of. I can help.”

“Help?” She scooted back.

“We’re friends, aren’t we? You trust me?” he asked.

She nodded. “But I can’t do that. I don’t need sex help. I need to look good for the wedding.”

Did she really think of him as just a friend? Tucker wanted more. “Think of it as a way to burn calories that’s a lot more fun than jogging.”

“Do you know how much sex I’d need to have to burn that many calories?” She rolled her eyes.

“If you’re into obedience, it shouldn’t be a problem. Now, let’s see you do your little trick.” He tugged off her cargo pants.

She tried to protest, but he got her shirt off, too. Standing back to admire her, Tucker let desire fill him. Her curves weren’t subtle but sexy in a pinup girl way. Her cotton bra and panties were cream with black stripes. The woman wanted to feel sexy even if she didn’t think others saw her that way.

“Trick?” She reached for the blanket, and he swatted her hands away.

“I’m in charge. If you don’t like it, let’s go talk to Landon and Dane. They like it.”

Tucker slid a finger under her chin and leaned in close enough to kiss her. “Say yes, and we can all have a lot of fun. You’ll feel so good that you won’t care what size you wear.”

“I’m confused. Landon and Dane are together. They like to watch you have sex? Stop playing, Tucker. This feels so weird.” She tried to back up.

He kissed her and cursed his lack of control. He wanted her too much and had to prove it.

When she stopped her retreat and kissed him back, Tucker had the power, but she had his heart.

Parting her lips, he filled her mouth with his tongue, and she moaned softly. Their friend status was history. Now, all Tucker had to do was not screw it up!

Once her body relaxed, he let her go and watched her large chest rise and fall as she caught her breath. Tucker was far from done. He grabbed the book and opened it. Female ejaculation wasn’t a new concept for him, but he’d never had a woman who did it to any noticeable amount. She had so many notes and highlights that she either did it or wanted to. He wanted a demonstration.

Her eyes were bigger than normal as she shook her head slightly. Tucker smiled. She was new to submission, and easing her into it would be smart. Landon and Dane would flip when Tucker brought her home. They’d loved her since high school but had their own relationship and kinks to work out.

Things were falling into place, but Tucker was the one who needed her desperately. As much as he loved his male subs, he craved a female. Not just any female submissive would do.

He wanted Angie to beg for him and love him. He didn’t want an extreme sub; he needed a strong woman in his life who’d yield in bed.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

He smiled, realizing he’d been quiet for far too long.

“Nothing. You want to submit, I’ll keep you safe and you’ll love it. Can you do this?” He pointed to the book.

Ang blushed. “Sometimes. With the toys.”

“Show me.” He pulled off her panties and stared at her bare pussy. As much as she lamented having no man in her life, she kept herself groomed for it. “You like getting waxed?”

“Shut up. Don’t tease me. You and the guys are just going to laugh about me later.” Her hands moved down to cover herself as she sat up.

Tucker pushed her hands away. “Never. They’ll be too busy enjoying you. Now, pick a toy and start masturbating for your new Master.”

Angie felt a laugh bubble up, but she pressed her lips together. She’d never see Tucker act like this. When he reached around her and unhooked her bra, she tried to hold onto it, but he snatched the garment away, and she was naked.

Covering up was her first instinct, yet he looked at her with hunger and power, a mix she’d never seen from any man she’d dated. The nice guys were too nice, and the true bad boys scared her.

“Please don’t. Tucker, I know I’m a freak, but I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m not good at this. I can’t make you happy.” He was her friend. She couldn’t get kinky with him. Sure, she’d dreamed of him like this so many times, but he was safe and good. In her dreams, he turned naughty and powerful, but dreams didn’t come true.

“Oh, I think you can make me happy if you try hard enough. Landon and Dane will love it. The girl they’ve always wanted, on her knees for them.” He slid a confident hand up her inner thigh.

He was so strong, she couldn’t run or struggle. Who was she fooling? Herself? She wanted this. “Landon and Dane?” Her high school fantasy guys who’d fallen for each other and made her feel silly for falling for them. Thankfully, she’d kept her feelings to herself. Southern ladies had men pursuing them, never the other way around.

“It’s complicated. Let’s start by getting you over this performance anxiety thing. Who’s in charge?” he asked.

Her gaze locked with his brown eyes. There was no doubt he had her. Her fantasies started to spin. Would he punish her for the ice cream? What would he do?

“You are,” she whispered.

“What?” He spread her legs open and ran his hands up to cup her breasts.

“You’re in charge.” Her body tingled under him. Wetness was never her problem, instead it was her curse. She got wet so fast, and it never seemed to stop. With one dirty thought, she felt as if everyone at work knew she was horny. Still, she loved how it felt. Right now, her pussy was tight, and her wetness was undeniable. All he had to do was touch her.

“Good.” Tucker stood straight and stared down at her.

His arms were folded. Why wasn’t he touching her?

“What did I do wrong?” she asked.

He smiled. “Nothing. Use your toys and show me how you can come like this book.”

“It’s embarrassing and messy. Wouldn’t you rather have sex?” She ran her hand over the front of his jeans. He was getting hard. “I want you, not more toys.”

Tucker had always been so disciplined and reserved. Landon and Dane had brought him into her world as a friend, and she’d seen his fun side. When she was little, she’d thought he was so quiet, the poor kid who kept to himself. She liked this side of him better.