Van, Becca - Slick Rock Cowboys [Slick Rock 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

“I want this, but get the fuck off me,” Tara yelled at Clay as she kicked and bucked, trying to escape. But Clay knew she was only toying with him. There was no fear or demand, no emphasis to her words, and he knew she was testing him and Johnny. She wanted him and his brother to prove to her that they could earn her respect and be the men she needed them to be.

“Oh, you are so going to get it, baby. I am going to smack your ass good,” Clay breathed against Tara’s ear. He gave a chuckle when he felt her shiver beneath him and her halfhearted struggles stopped. Instead she arched up into his body. His little woman was getting turned on. He couldn’t wait to strip her naked and pleasure her. He and Johnny had waited far too long already, and they weren’t going to hold back anymore.

Johnny grasped one of Tara’s arms, straightened it out above her head, tied the soft fabric around her wrist, and threaded the end of the thin restraint through the rings attached to the headboard. He then repeated the process with her other arm until she was bound and couldn’t move her arms more than a couple of inches. The great thing about the restraints was that they were soft and flexible, so they could flip her over as many times as they liked and know they wouldn’t hurt her.

Clay eased his way down Tara’s slim body, keeping a hand in the middle of her back so she couldn’t move too much. He knelt between her legs and motioned Johnny over to help him strip her clothes off. Clay turned Tara over, took in the sight of her flushed face and the rapidly beating pulse at the base of her throat. Her eyes were dilated and had a glassy sheen over them. His little baby was aroused.

Clay undid his borrowed belt and pulled it apart from around her waist. Next he flicked the button of his jeans his woman was wearing and eased the zipper down. He pulled until he had them and her panties around her knees. Tara was now lying quietly on the bed, her heated stare watching everything he and his brother were doing to her. He moved down to her feet and pulled the clothes off over her feet.

Clay watched as Johnny moved up to the bedside, knelt above Tara, and stared into her eyes as he gripped the neck of the T-shirt she was wearing. He smiled as his brother ripped the shirt from top to bottom and spread the sides out, revealing her delectable little body.

Clay picked up the other restraints on the bed, flipped Tara back over to her stomach, grasped an ankle in his large hand, and pulled her leg wide. He bound her leg with the soft material and hooked it over the rail at the foot of the bed. He repeated the process until her legs were spread wide across the mattress.

Johnny released one of her hands from the restraint, pulled her borrowed jacket and shirt down off one arm, then tethered her once more and did the same to her other arm. He grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed, moved down her side, lifted her hips, and shoved the pillow beneath her. They had her in the perfect position for a spanking.

“Let me the fuck go now. I hate you two,” Tara yelled at them, but then contradicted her words by pushing her hips up toward them, begging for more of their touch.

“Oh, no you don’t, sweetheart. You don’t hate us at all, because if you did, you wouldn’t be lying there panting with need or bucking up, begging for our touch. But you’re not really upset. I can see your eyes begging us to touch you,” Johnny replied with a chuckle.

Tara didn’t bother to reply. She closed her eyes and sighed, letting Clay know she had been waiting for this moment. He intended to make sure she enjoyed every minute of his and his brother’s dominance.

Whack.

“Ow, that hurt.”

“It was supposed to, baby. You know the rules. You have known our rules since you were a kid. You’re not allowed to swear, and you didn’t answer when I asked you a question. Not to mention what you said to Johnny earlier. So far you have racked up three punishments, and that’s being lenient. Keep cussing and I’ll add more,” Clay said, smoothing a hand over her warm, silky ass.

Whack. Whack. Whack.

“Hmm, I love to see your ass a nice pretty pink color. It gets me so hard I could pound nails,” Johnny whispered in Tara’s ear, but loud enough for Clay to hear.

Clay smoothed his hand over Tara’s hot bottom. He gave a chuckle as she thrust her hips up into his hand. He grasped the fleshy globes of her ass, massaging the lush pink flesh, being careful not to hurt her.

“You like getting your ass spanked, don’t ya, baby?” Clay asked.

“No.”

Whack.
“Don’t lie to me, Tara. I’ll bet if I touch your pussy, I’m gonna find it nice and wet. Won’t I, baby?”

“No,” Tara lied as she gasped with pleasure.

Whack.
“Let’s find out. If you’re all creamy and wet, I’m gonna spank you some more for lying to me, Tara.”

Clay slid his hands down over Tara’s buttocks and down the back of her thighs. He then put his large hands on the inside of her thighs and slowly ran his hands up her warm legs. He dipped one finger into the warm, wet well and had to bite his tongue at the pool of moisture he found. Their little baby was dripping.

“Oh, you are in so much trouble,” Clay said and punctuated his statement with the palm of his hand. “You lied to me, Tara.”
Whack.
“That’s seven, baby.”

Clay slid down between Tara’s legs until his face was level with her creamy cunt. He placed his arms over and around her thighs and lifted her ass a little higher into the air. He bent down and inhaled the delicious scent of aroused woman. He slid his tongue out between the folds of her creamy sex, groaning at the ambrosia coating his tongue. He couldn’t get enough of her. He opened his mouth wide and devoured her pussy, holding Tara in place as she wriggled and squirmed beneath his mouth.

Clay laved his tongue over and around her delicate folds of flesh, flicking across her engorged clit every few strokes until he had Tara pushing her hips up into his mouth. He slid down through her folds and speared his tongue into her wet little hole, growling with satisfaction when he felt her muscles clench and release around his slick muscle. He moved back up, flattened his tongue, twirling and sliding it across her nub. He moved one of his arms and slid the tip of a large, thick finger just inside her tight hole.

“Oh my God. What are you doing to me?” Tara moaned, thrusting her hips at Clay.

“Clay’s punishing you, sweetheart. He is going to take you to the brink of orgasm again and again, but he’s not gonna let you go over,” Johnny whispered into Tara’s ear.

* * * *

Tara felt Johnny turn her face to him with a gentle finger beneath her chin, and then he slanted his mouth over hers. The feel of him thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth, mimicking the sex act, copying the shallow thrusts of Clay’s finger in and out of her pussy, had her mewing in the back of her throat. He pushed a hand underneath her body, sought out one of her plump mounds, and tweaked her nipple between a finger and thumb until it was hard. He flicked his thumb over the peak, heightening her senses, as pleasure shot from her nipple down through her body to her throbbing clit. She couldn’t believe the sounds she made as they pleasured her. She would never have guessed she was capable of such animalistic noises.

The feel of Clay sliding more of his finger into her dripping sex and growling around her clit as her muscles fluttered along the length of his finger had her on the brink of orgasm. He pushed more and more of his digit into her sheath until she felt a slight pain as he encountered the thin membrane of skin protecting her womb. She felt him remove his mouth from her mound and turned her head in time to see him grabbing at his balls through his jeans. Obviously he was on the brink as well and had stopped his cock from shooting off. She moaned as he withdrew his finger from her cunt, rose from the bed, and began to remove his clothes.

“Johnny, turn her over. Tara, are you a virgin, baby?” Clay asked, his voice deep and husky with passion.

Tara knew Clay must have felt how tight she was, and the sight of his possessive stare heated her blood even more. But she’d be damned if she would admit to having no experience. He or Johnny would find out soon enough anyway, once one of them put her out of her sexual misery and stuffed her full of cock.

“No. Of course I’m not. What makes you think I would still be a virgin at my age?” Tara spat out as she glared at Clay after Johnny had turned her over to lie on her back. She was grateful she didn’t have to crick her neck to look at them anymore. Tara was surprised she didn’t feel the restraints around her ankles and wrists tighten. She looked above her head and saw the restraints were attached to small rings on the rails of the headboard, which would swivel around every time they turned her. Tara gasped as she looked back at Clay to see him standing totally naked as he looked at her. He was so broad and muscular.

Tara perused his body from the top of his black collar-length hair, over his broad forehead, his bright-green eyes, wide, muscular shoulders, and broad chest, down over his washboard abs and narrow hips, down the length of his long, muscular legs, then snapped her gaze back to the large appendage between his legs. The man was hung. His cock was jutting out from his groin, bobbing up and down with the beat of his heart. He was wide and long, the head of his cock an angry purple color. Tara’s breath rasped in and out of her lungs with excitement and trepidation. There was no way he was going to fit that monster in her body.

Tara watched as Clay took a step toward her then climbed onto the bed. He crawled up between her legs and sat back on his haunches. He leaned forward, grasped Tara’s chin between his thumb and finger, pinning her with his eyes.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, baby, and if you don’t answer me with the truth I’m going to spank you, again. Have you ever had sex, Tara?” Clay asked.

Tara hesitated. She didn’t want him to know she was still a virgin, that she hadn’t found anyone to share her body with, but if she lied, she could end up getting spanked. Even though she would enjoy the spanking, she didn’t want to lie about her inexperience. She knew he and Johnny would be able to tell if she fibbed.

“No,” Tara whispered.

“I couldn’t hear you, baby. Tell me again, louder this time,” Clay commanded.

“No,” Tara screamed at him. “Are you happy now that you’ve humiliated me?”

“My intention is not to hurt you, Tara, not to humiliate you. You have nothing to be ashamed of, Tara. You should be proud of the fact you’re still a virgin. I’m glad you haven’t shared your body with anyone, ’cos once we have taken you, you’ll belong to us. No one else is going to touch you. You belong to me and Johnny. My God, what do you think would have happened to you if I had believed your lie and thrust into your body without being gentle? I would have hurt you badly. You are a very naughty girl,” Clay said then smacked his hand down onto her pussy.

Tara screamed, and then the scream turned to a moan as she thrust her hips up at him. She couldn’t believe Clay had just spanked her pussy, but she wanted him to do it again. She couldn’t believe the heat from the sting turned into pleasure, making her pussy tingle and weep.

“You liked that didn’t you, sweetheart? I can’t wait until Clay is buried in your tight little cunt. Then I am going to fuck that sweet, lush ass. We are going to give you so much pleasure, you’re going to be begging us to fuck you,” Tara heard Johnny whisper in her ear.

Tara could see Clay and Johnny watching her as she rode the sensations of pain turning to pleasure. She could tell he was taking things slow with her and still would as he penetrated her body for the first time, but she knew she had no control over what they were going to do to her. Not that she wanted to. She’d dreamed of this moment for years, and there was no way she was going to spoil things by playing too hard to get. She knew she still had to follow their rules. Clay and his brother were dominant in bed. She’d seen that for her own eyes when she had caught them fucking that woman years ago and knew they weren’t going to make any exceptions for her. She could see they needed her to know they were the ones in control in the bedroom as well as out of it.

“I don’t belong to anyone, you bastard,” Tara yelled at Clay, goading him with her mouth. She would love to see such a controlled man lose control of himself and give her what she wanted—his cock shoved into the depths of her pussy.

“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, baby. You belong to us now, and we’re not letting you go. Johnny, go and get the scissors, shaving cream, razor, and a bowl of warm water,” Clay commanded.

Tara didn’t want to seem to give in too easily, but her limbs were getting tired of struggling, and she had to settle down to gather some stamina to fight them more. She was turning herself on by fighting them and knew by the look on Clay’s and Johnny’s faces they were just as aroused.

She couldn’t believe Clay had already brought her close to orgasm twice, or how turned on she was by fighting them. She couldn’t wait for the real games to begin. Tara saw Johnny reenter the bedroom once more with a bowl full of water, a small pair of scissors in his hand, as well as a razor and a can of shaving cream. He placed them on the side of the bed, put the bowl of water on the floor, then pulled a towel out from beneath his arm. He lifted Tara’s hips up as Clay removed the pillow and replaced it with the towel.