Operation Mustang [The Service Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (5 page)

Gunner took the lead then, tugging gently on the rope binding her wrists as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “You know we have to punish you for not following through.” He delivered the threat in a tone that sounded so reasonable it sent a fiery lace of trepidation tearing through her.

She licked her suddenly dry lips and shot a glance at Diek, her gaze instantly dropping to his hands that worked to free the belt around his waist. “W–What are you going to do?”

Neither man answered as Gunner used his hold on the rope to bend her forward over his lap. Humiliation heated her flesh. She turned her head, finding Lucky, who kneeled close to her so she didn’t have to strain her neck to meet his gaze. She wanted to ask him to help her, to stop Diek from what he was about to do. Lucky had always been the softer Rylon brother, the one she could confide in, the one who had held her through the death of her father and comforted her as only a friend could. He’d never used her grief as a way to make a sexual move on her, never used her indecisions as a tool to claim her. When she needed him, he’d simply been there.

One look in his whisky-brown eyes told her that Lucky wasn’t here with her tonight. This Lucky wanted to watch this, hungered to be a part of it, and anticipated his chance to do more.

“I’ve waited to see you this way for years.” Diek’s tone was thick with his own arousal. “I’ve waited to turn this beautiful ass of yours nice and red for years, too.”

Mustang’s ass tingled in expectation. “Why would you want to spank me like some disobedient child?”

“Not a child, darlin’, but our disobedient woman for sure,” he corrected her. “A woman who doesn’t follow her men’s orders has to be punished.”

“I follow my own orders.” The shame of being across Gunner’s lap in perfect display for a whipping allowed her to find an ounce of the strength she couldn’t seem to latch onto earlier. Not that it did her much good.

“In some things, perhaps,” Lucky agreed. “When it comes to your body and the demands we put in place, you obey or you endure your punishment.”

The words barely left Lucky’s mouth before Diek delivered the first smack. The cool leather of his belt connected with the already heated flesh of her ass, sending a riot of stinging pleasure careening through her system. She sucked in a breath, letting it out on a moan as the next smack landed in a slightly different spot. A hand flattened on her stinging butt cheeks then, gliding over her tender flesh in a smooth caress. The soothing didn’t last long before it lifted to deliver a succession of slaps on its own, each gaining in firmness until she cried out from the brutal wash of pained pleasure that flowed straight to her pussy. The belt returned, smacking her sensitized flesh twice more before she dimly heard it hit the floor.

Mustang opened eyes she hadn’t realized she had closed, meeting Lucky’s heated gaze. She squirmed, unable to control the quivering of her body or the thick juices of her own arousal the spanking had milked from her channel.

“I can smell you,” Lucky told her softly, thickly. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

Mustang shook her head. No way would she admit being spanked had created demon fingers of ecstasy that clawed at the walls of her channel.

A hand slipped between her legs, one finger dipping between her sodden pussy lips. “You’re soaked, sweetheart,” Gunner drawled as he briefly played in the wetness he’d found. “Did you come for us?”

Again, she shook her head. It wasn’t a lie. She hadn’t come, yet, but she was close. So very close. She wiggled her hips, attempting to get the touch of his finger where she needed it most. Her clit pulsed for attention, the orgasm begging to be set free.

“Good.” Approval rang in Diek’s voice. “We would have to spank you again if you did.”

“You aren’t allowed to come without permission,” Lucky told her. “Do you understand? You have to ask and, if we tell you no, you have to learn to hold it back.”

Learn to hold it back? They were insane!

“Stand up, sweetheart.” Gunner caught the rope around her wrists and pulled her up to stand on legs that trembled. He got to his feet in front of her and brought his hand to her mouth. “Have you ever tasted yourself before?”

The blush that heated her cheeks gave her away. He grinned, a devious tilt to his lips that told her he was indeed her most erotic devil incarnate. She’d expected Diek to be the wily one of the three. As the oldest brother, she knew he possessed more experience. She was quickly learning, however, Gunner might be the youngest, but his brother had taught him far too well.

“Did you enjoy your own taste?”

She nodded, seeing no need to deny the obvious now. She did like the taste of her own juices. At times she actually craved the thick, sweet flavor of her own cum.

Gunner dragged his finger over her slightly parted lips, painting them with the remnants of her juices.

She licked her lips, circling her tongue around them until she’d tasted the last bit. She swallowed, looking up at Gunner through her lashes.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful to watch.” His hand moved from her mouth to snake beneath her hair and cup her neck. “I’m going to watch those lips around my cock next. Are you ready to taste my cum?”

Again, Mustang nodded. She glanced at Diek and Lucky, realizing that all three men remained fully clothed. “I’d like to watch you undress, too.”

Gunner’s hand fell away as he chuckled. “I bet you would.”

“Perhaps next time,” Diek told her. “For now, we want you on the bed. Get on your knees, climb onto the center, and lay down on your stomach.”

Mustang hesitated, her gaze sweeping over the bed, noting how the pillows were positioned to lift certain parts of her body for their playing ease. This was it. After all this time, all her fighting, she would finally experience the things she’d only allowed herself to live in her fantasies.

She climbed onto the bed and walked slowly on her knees until she reached the center. Gunner’s hands guided her wrists to rest against her lower back as Lucky helped her to lean forward. The bed dipped behind her, and Diek’s hands closed on her thighs. She felt like a ragdoll as they situated her body in the position they wanted, using the pillows to elevate her ass, belly, and head. Her breasts pressed to the mattress, but not as painfully as she’d expected. Instead, the slight increase in pressure to the clamps intensified the low pulse of delight between her nipples and pussy.

“Face me,” Gunner instructed, releasing her wrists to dive his fingers in the back of her hair. He fisted her long strands and tugged until her cheek rested on the stack of pillows beneath her head. “You wanted to watch. I can give you that much now.”

Gunner caught the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up and off his head. He tossed it to the floor behind him and went to work on his BDUs, freeing the buttons and shucking the pants down his hips to reveal he didn’t wear any underwear. Mustang’s gaze immediately landed on his cock, impressively long and deliciously wide, jutting out from his body like a come-get-me exclamation point. She licked her lips, dying to do exactly that.

She wiggled her hands, silently cursing the rope that bound them together. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to curl her fingers around his shaft and pump his cock as she circled the bulbous head with her tongue. She wanted to taste him with a ferocity that drew a low growl from her throat before she could stop it.

“Is the rope too tight?” Diek husky voice came from behind her. “We want it tight enough you can’t get free, but not so much that it’s hurting you.”

The part about getting free was the problem. She wanted free. “I want to touch.”

Diek’s hands pushed between her thighs, parting her legs and spreading them wide as he situated his body between them. The coarse hairs on his legs abraded the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, clueing her into the fact that he’d gotten undressed and making her wish she could turn her head more to inspect the view.

Cool air drifted over her sodden pussy lips, and she whimpered. Need trembled through her. She should’ve been mortified by the position they put her in. They made sure she was helpless, spread wide and bare for them to do whatever they wished to her body. She wouldn’t be able to stop them, and the knowledge of that sent the most erotic, darkest thrill racing through her system.

“You’ll be able to touch, darlin’, soon enough.”

* * * *

Not soon enough for Lucky. He wanted her hands on him, wanted to let her free, to let her go wild. It wouldn’t do to give into that want tonight. Most of the town thought him to be the softer Rylon brother, and he would admit, next to Gunner and Diek, they were probably right. But there was a time for softness and a time to take charge. The time for the latter was now. Whether Mustang knew it or not, her punishment wasn’t over. She needed to be trained, needed to realize disobedience wouldn’t be tolerated anymore or the punishment would be severe.

He pulled off his shirt, shimmied out of his jeans and boxer briefs, and got on his knees beside her, opposite Gunner. The view was spectacular. She lay with her head on a stack of pillows they’d set up for her, her hands tied behind her back, her sexy reddened ass high in the air and her legs spread wide.

“Do you know the picture you make?” Lucky asked her. When she didn’t answer, he told her. “You look like a whore ready to be used and pleasured.”

“Fuck you.”

Her response made him grin like a loon. There was their spitfire Mustang. He’d expected those two precise words to his comment. He knew she might be as internally tough as any man on the Circle M and half as strong physically, but she had her feminist ways about her that would never stand for being called a whore.

“The thing is, darlin’”—Diek took over—“it’s okay to be a whore for your men. That’s what we want, your deepest, darkest side. That’s what we’re after to pleasure.”

They would pleasure her, too, and use her the way they had dreamt of doing for so very long, but they intended to leave her wanting more. It was all a part of finally cementing their claim on her, and they would have to do it one step at a time.

He watched as Diek looked down at the sight on display in front of him, caught the expression of barely veiled hunger that moved through his brother’s face. He couldn’t blame Diek for wanting to bury his face in her ass and sodden cunt. If Lucky had his way, he’d be thrusting his cock into her fiery channel tonight.

But they’d already decided none of them would get their way. They wouldn’t fuck her tonight no matter how desperately all of them wanted to, no matter how much they made her beg. And she would beg, as much as she could with Gunner’s cock down her throat in any case.

“Open your mouth, Mustang.” Gunner didn’t waste any time. Lucky would remember to thank his brother later for that. From his vantage point, he could easily see Gunner nudge at Mustang’s lips with the tip of his cock, encouraging her to follow his order even as he used his grip on her hair to hold her head still. “Suck my dick. Take me in your pretty mouth, and let me feel those lips all over my shaft.”

The muscles in Gunner’s thighs flexed as he thrust his cock between her parted lips. Christ, it was a helluva thing to watch. They had shared women this way before many times, but it never felt like this. It had never been their Mustang, the only woman either of them had ever truly fallen for. She didn’t know the power she possessed over them. They would keep it that way, too. If she found out, they would be the ones to lose control, and that simply wouldn’t do.

Mustang moaned around Gunner’s cock, the sound loud and hungry as he began to fuck her mouth. His fingers were curled around the base of his cock, preventing her from taking all of his length inside. Her lips met with those fingers, and her moans turned to a groan of protest that made Gunner smile.

“That’s all you get for tonight. Use it well. Suck it nice and hard. That’s it. Oh, yeah, that’s my girl.” Gunner’s head fell back on his shoulders as his smile faded, and an intense concentration filled his expression.

Lucky’s cock turned to steel as he watched them, listening to Gunner’s commands and the sweet sounds she started to make as she sucked his dick. Lucky shifted beside her, putting his hips in line with her bound hands.

“Mustang?” He made her name a question and waited for her to respond. When her mouth hesitated on Gunner’s cock and he heard a quiet, muffled
hmm,
he knew she was listening. He angled his hips forward, settling his cock in her hands. “Stroke me.”

Her fingers curled around the base of his shaft, sliding up to his cockhead where she grazed the pad of her thumb over the slit, gathering the bead of pre-cum to spread over his taut flesh. Her fingers trailed down the rigid length of his erection, curiously investigating each shift of his bulging veins until she reached his hair-roughened sac. Then she retraced the movement all the way to the tip.

He watched her head start to bob once more on Gunner’s cock, felt her grip tighten around his own shaft, and let out a string of expletives when she began stroking his dick as he’d ordered. The woman’s hands should come with a warning label. He knew he wasn’t a small man, none of them were, and she seemed to take immediate pleasure in that. She explored every inch of his cock, using a pressured grip that bordered on pain and sent whips of fire slashing through his balls.

“I love watching you,” Diek whispered. “The way you move, the sounds you make, the sounds you’re drawing from my brothers. You must have an amazing mouth and a wicked pair of hands, darlin’.”