Operation Mustang [The Service Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (6 page)

“You have no idea,” Gunner said through clenched teeth.

“Sinful is more like it,” Lucky agreed as sharp sensations of agonized need left him teetering on the precipice of release.

“What’s sinful is the sexy ass presenting itself to me right now.”

Mustang’s head and hand stilled at Diek’s words, and the brothers exchanged wordless glances. They knew what she expected next, especially after Diek’s comment. The quiver that traveled down her shapely body proved that. She would be surprised when it wasn’t what she got.

Lucky watched as Diek palmed her ass, caressed her cheeks and pulled them open wide. He saw the struggle on his oldest brother’s face and understood it completely. They devised this plan tonight to punish her, but it was themselves they were tormenting. They all wanted more, all wanted to be inside her, and had all agreed they wouldn’t go there tonight.

Diek positioned his shaft in the crack of her ass, not entering her sweet heat, but sliding his length between her ass cheeks. He started to fuck her that way, using her folds to blanket his cock and the rubbing his cockhead along her crack as he jerked himself off. Lucky knew what Diek was doing would keep her on the edge, set her mind reeling on when he would enter her, what hole of her body he would choose.

“You’re so wet, darlin’. Hot and sticky and ready, aren’t you?”

She responded to Diek’s question with an
mm-hmm
and slowly eased back into the rhythm she’d set with her mouth and hands.

“I’m not going to fuck you.”

She jerked at that announcement and made a soft pleading sound Lucky never thought to hear from her. Damn if it didn’t please the hell out of him to get it, though.

“This is what you get tonight,” Gunner told her. “I’m about to blow in your mouth. Are you ready to taste my cum, sweetheart?”

“Mmm.” Her hand picked up pace on Lucky’s cock, causing his eyes to roll back in his head as Gunner fucked her mouth faster, harder.

Lucky heard his brother grunt as he came, felt Mustang’s hand hesitate, but not long enough to pull back his own release. His balls drew up painfully tight as razor-sharp passion sliced through his shaft until he spurted his seed in her hand and all over her lower back.

“Shit, I can’t hold on either,” Diek grunted.

Lucky threw his head back, breathing like a freight train, and waited for the final drops of his semen to spill from his cock. When he finally lifted his head, he saw Gunner first, sliding off the opposite side of the bed. His youngest brother’s shoulders rose and fell in breaths as rapid as his own. He looked to Diek next, his gaze dropping from the other man’s sated expression to Mustang’s sweetly curved ass. She was covered in cum from her ass to her lower back. His attention shifted to her face. Her lashes feathered her cheeks and droplets of cum decorated the corner of her mouth. Gunner apparently hadn’t shot his entire load down her throat.

“Did you come?” Diek was the first to speak.

“No, but I’m close. So close.” Mustang’s whispered answer rang with plea. “Touch me. Please, Diek. Fuck me. I need—”

“I know exactly what you need.” Diek cut her off. “But you won’t get it tonight.”

Gunner leaned over her and talked softly in her ear. “You’ll remember this the next time you think to defy us.”

Lucky started working the rope on her wrists free, but didn’t release her hands. “Stretch your arms over your head, and roll over.”

Diek moved off the foot of the bed and together, Lucky and Gunner helped her to roll onto her back. Gunner took control of the rope, refastening it around her wrists and stretching the excess above her head to tie it securely around the headboard.

Lucky lowered himself over her, needing to feel her pliant body against his for a brief moment. It was all the time he allowed himself. Any more and he would lose control. “We’ll see you in the morning.” She gasped in horror as he brushed his lips to the tip of her nose and pushed himself off of her and the bed.

He watched as Gunner touched her cheek with the back of one finger and stared down at her with every ounce of emotion Lucky knew he felt in his heart etched in his expression. “You did well tonight. Next time will be even better.”

Diek shuffled around to the bedside, resting his weight on his hands as he leaned over to graze his lips over her parted ones. “Sleep well, darlin’.” His mouth tipped in an evil grin as he stepped away.

She wouldn’t sleep well, and they all knew it. They were leaving her naked, bound, covered in their cum, and still horny as hell. Oh, yeah, she would think twice before not following their orders again.

Mustang awoke in an empty bed, naked, sticky, and spitting mad. They used her, humiliated her, got their rocks off all over her, and left. If they thought they would get a chance to do any of that again, all three of them were completely mental.

You enjoyed it
.

She ignored the voice in her head, sat up, and caught sight of the rope Gunner had used to bind her laying next to her on the bed. One of them, probably Lucky, if she were to venture a guess, must have found some ounce of his compassion in the night and returned to untie her. If he thought for one second she would thank him for that, he could think again.

“Motherfuckers,” she muttered, tossing the covers aside and sliding off the edge of the bed.

She paused, turning her attention back as her mind replayed last night in super fast-forward. Heat rushed to her cheeks as she imagined how she must have looked, remembered the words they had said to her, the things they had done. When that heat spread to her pussy, she whirled around and stomped to her private bathroom.

See, you enjoyed it
.

“No the hell I did not.” But even as she said the words aloud, she knew they were a lie. She had liked it. She’d freaking
loved
it! The way they had controlled her, took away all options, and left her with only the ability to feel what they wanted.

She had lain there long after they left, certain they would return. Her body had ached for them to come back, to touch her, to fuck her. The orgasm had flamed in her core, raking claws of need down the tender walls of her channel. With her hands bound above her head, she’d been unable to touch herself, unable to relieve even a miniscule of the torment they had left to eat away inside her.

She didn’t know when she’d finally drifted off to sleep, but she had awoken later to realize sometime in the night one of them had returned to untie her. Too bad for her that she hadn’t caught them in the act, awoken with all her defenses and strength in place and let them have it. But deep down she knew she wouldn’t have done anything of the sort. She would’ve begged and, damn it, she wouldn’t have stopped until they fucked her, one right after the other.

She twisted the faucet knobs with a hard yank. Water almost hot enough to scald flowed from the showerhead, and she stepped under the spray, closing her eyes and letting out a heavy sigh. The image of last night wouldn’t leave her. She put her hands behind her neck, trailing her fingers down the sides of her throat, letting them fall lower to cover her breasts. Her nipples felt tender to the touch. Remnants of the clamps Lucky had placed on them, she knew. He’d removed them, too, when he’d untied her, but the clamps had left her nipples slightly bruised and easy to arouse. She flicked her fingers over the ultrasensitive points, and the same zing of erotic pained pleasure shot through her system.

She let one hand linger as she dragged the other down her body to her pussy and slipped a finger between her swollen lips. That single touch to her aching flesh was enough to reignite all the anguish her pussy had felt at being left alone when there had been three pairs of hands available to pleasure her. Not only hands, but three cocks, too. She remembered the way Diek had rubbed his rigid length down her butt crack, how he had teased her pussy and her asshole with the bulbous head of his cock. She mimicked that movement now with her fingers, dipping them inside her channel as she wished Diek had done with his cock last night and massaging her clit with the juices.

The erotic pictures in her mind mingled with huskily whispered commands in the voices of her men, and the orgasm tore through her, out of her. Her body convulsed, her legs quivering until she collapsed against the shower wall, breathless and still unsatisfied.

* * * *

“Since when did Mustang start sleeping late?” Gunner glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall as he pulled a coffee mug from the overhead cupboard and poured himself a cup.

“She never does. One of us should probably go up and check on her.” Lucky latched onto the back of one of the chairs at the round kitchen table, spun it around, and straddled it, planting his hands on his knees.

Diek lifted a brow over the rim of his own coffee mug. “Are you volunteering?”

Lucky barked a laugh. “Hell, no! Not after the way we left her last night. I’m thinking she’s gonna need a good long time to cool down before I get close to her today.”

“She’s gonna be madder than spit,” Gunner agreed. And she would be sexier than hell with it, too. If there was one thing he loved to stand back and admire, it was Mustang Ducote when she got her mad on. He’d never liked passive women. Mustang’s spunk, defiance, and guts turned him on way more than it probably should have. But believing that under that tough, no-bullshit shell of hers lay a woman that needed a man—or in their case, three—and needed protection also really appealed to him.

“Probably at herself as much as us,” Diek commented.

“She’ll get over it fast.” Gunner hoped she did. She might have sucked his cock off well and good last night, but he was harder than steel just thinking about her this morning. “Think about it, woman gets worn out enough to sleep past sunrise on a work day after our little fun last night. Just wait until we really get a hold of her.”

“It’ll be a cold day in hell before any of you get your hands on me again.”

Mustang stormed into the kitchen and headed straight for the coffee pot. She wore faded jeans that hugged her delectable ass to pure perfection with a hideous plaid, Western-style shirt that showed off every gorgeous curve she possessed. Her long chestnut strands were back up in their usual ponytail, her bangs flirting with her eyebrows.

And he’d been right. He didn’t need more than a glimpse into her large blue eyes to see the lightning bolts of anger flashing through them. He didn’t need more than a quick sniff as she walked by to smell her lingering arousal either. He would even be willing to bet she had gotten herself off at some point, most likely in the shower this mor—

“Good morning, beautiful. How was your night?” Diek grinned at her.

Diek hadn’t realized something was wrong, but Gunner did. He studied her wrists as she moved. Her smooth flesh looked unmarred.

“It might have been wonderful with you by my side, but since you up and left…” Mustang let the rest of the sentence trail off, completing it instead with a shrug.

Yes, Diek had actually led the way for Gunner and Lucky as they exited her room last night. And left her tied to the bed. Gunner easily recalled the image of her sultry naked body sprawled in the center of the mattress, arms stretched over her head, hands bound securely to the headboard, nipples decorated beautifully with the clamps Lucky put on them.

“Leave that one to the country singer, Diek,” Mustang went on. “This morning is your loss, cowboy. Not mine.” She got a large to-go mug out of the cabinet, filled it three quarters of the way up, and sidestepped to the refrigerator where she topped it off with an ample amount of French vanilla creamer.

Being that she was raised on a ranch full of cowboys, Gunner figured the woman didn’t have much choice but to grow up a tomboy. He thought the cream was likely the most girly thing he ever saw her do.

“Shouldn’t you be working by now?” She shot a glance at the kitchen clock. “I figured Chester would’ve informed you of the way things are around here. Hands generally start work with the rooster’s crow.”

“While the mistress of the ranch lies around in bed until—” Diek stopped in midsentence, his eyes narrowing to slits.

Took you long enough to catch up.
Gunner had tied the rope around her wrists himself, fastened an even tighter knot around the rung in the headboard. For her to get free, she would’ve injured herself in the process or at least needed help.

“We’ve been at it about that long, too.” Lucky, still oblivious, nudged his Stetson further back on his head. “Raven and her colt are doing fine. I thought you’d like to know that.”

Mustang nodded. “I’m planning a stop by the stables next to see for myself, but thank you.”

“Who untied you?” Gunner asked, keeping his tone soft, casual. No need to get worked up until he knew for sure there was a reason.

Mustang turned her attention on him slowly, blinking at the shift in subject. “Seems one of you would know that better than me.”

Gunner knew neither of them had untied her, but he looked to his brothers for confirmation anyway.

“Shit,” Lucky breathed as the realization set in.

Diek shook his head. “We didn’t do it, darlin’.”

All color drained from Mustang’s face. “What do you mean, you didn’t do it?”