Siren Unleashed, page 28
part #13 of Texas Sirens Series
“I grew up around lifestylers. I know all the tricks.”
He groaned and pressed his lips to hers, a swift intimacy. “We’re in trouble. And you can pleasure me another way, sweetness. On the spanking bench. Ass in the air.”
She grinned up at him. “There’s no other place for my ass to be on the spanking bench.”
“That’s five for brattery.” He would need to come up with a new list of words because he rather thought Natalie would take smartass to a whole new level when she got comfortable subbing again.
“Yes, Sir.” She turned, no anxiety in her movements this time. She was comfortable, happy even with her nudity. It was a good thing since he intended to keep her naked as often as possible.
She draped herself over the apparatus, placing her forearms on the handles and her torso over the bench. It had been cleverly designed so a woman’s breasts dangled over the sides. The better to play with them…
Thank god Jack Barnes had an inventive mind. She brought her knees up, and when they were in the proper position, her gorgeous ass was on full display.
“You are my fucking wet dream, sweetness.”
“You have some odd dreams,” she shot back, wiggling her ass a little.
“God, Nat, you have no idea,” his brother grumbled.
Yeah, having two sarcastic voices to torment was going to be tons of fun. At least he could do something about Natalie. He landed a firm hand right on the fleshy part of her ass. He loved the way she gasped and shook, the way her fair skin pinkened up beautifully.
“Watch it, brat.” He got to one knee beside her, placing a hand on her back, smoothing the skin there. This was the hard part, but it didn’t have to happen today. He wanted this, but he could wait. He would wait forever if he had to. “Sweetness, will you let me tie you down?”
He felt her jump slightly. If he hadn’t had a hand on her, he wouldn’t have noticed. Her fingers curled around the ends of the bars, and there was a tightness to her eyes.
“I’m scared of that.”
He kissed her ear. “I know. Did you like it before?”
“I loved it. I volunteered to let the guys train on me when they were learning to tie. I found it soothing, but I can’t be tied in some ways now because I have nerve damage.”
Her voice was rising, panicking. He rubbed his hand down her back, his voice as soothing as he could get it. “I would never hurt you. Hush, now. We don’t have to.”
“But you want it.”
“I want you more, sweetness. If I never pick up another rope again, I’ll be okay. Do you understand?”
“But you want it badly, don’t you?”
He sighed. How did he make her understand? “I find it calming. I find it thrilling. I studied rope for years. I like to tie submissives up even when I’m not planning on having sex with them. It’s art for me. It’s also trust, but it’s all right. I need you happy more. Just know that I’ll dream about tying you up every night. I’ll wrap you in the most elaborate ties. I’ll spend hours worshipping your body with my ropes. But I’ll keep it there. I want you to understand I won’t ever touch another woman.”
“When did you become the great communicator?” She sniffled a little.
“I, uhm, don’t have a reply to that. Was that sarcasm?” He did have a reply to sarcasm. It involved a nasty paddle and the curve of her ass.
“Tie me down, Sir Dawson. Make it pretty. Just my arms and legs, okay? And you have a rope cutter?”
No master would tie up a sub without having a handy knife around in case he had to get her out fast. Rope was expensive, but a Master worth anything would lose the rope in a heartbeat to spare a shaky sub. “I do. Are you sure? I want to do some nasty things to you before Ben and I get down to business.”
“I’m going to be sore in the morning. I expect aftercare, and it might have to run all day tomorrow.”
“I promise you the princess treatment. How will you take care of her, Ben?”
“Breakfast in bed to start,” Ben replied, satisfaction in his voice.
Yes, Chase intended to make a meal out of her every morning. “And we’ll bathe you and wash your hair and make sure you’re dry and warm afterward.”
“There will likely be a lot of rubbing involved,” Ben added.
Chase pulled a length of rope from his bag. “I intend to rub myself all over you at every given opportunity.”
She snorted. “Nice heads-up, babe.”
He fucking loved it when she called him babe in that no-nonsense voice of hers. He showed her the rope, holding it out for her inspection. “This is only meant to bring you pleasure, sweetness, to hold you down so I can take you to the edge again and again. If it doesn’t make you feel safe, even for a second, I’ll cut it off and we don’t have to try again.”
Her hand came up, briefly touching his face. “I think I can handle it, Sir. It’s not the rope that makes me feel safe.”
He breathed that in. He’d always been the scary one, the hard one, but he’d simply been waiting for her so he could be soft. And he realized why. She made him feel safe, too. They’d fought and she’d come back. She hadn’t left, hadn’t fled with some other guy, hadn’t asked him why he couldn’t be more like Ben. She wanted him for who he was.
He kissed her cheek, a tenderness he’d never known before sweeping across him. “I love you, sweetness.”
Her hands relaxed, the fingertips lying gently across the plush leather of the bench. Her whole body sank into it as though signaling she was ready for whatever he could give her. “I love you, Sir Dawson. Let’s see what happens. I used to love this.”
He pulled the first length of rope, pulling it into a loose knot which he slipped over the handles and her forearm. He took a deep breath. This was his art, his outlet. Gently, but with a firm hand, he looped and knotted the soft rope, forming a cuff to bind her.
“It’s pretty.” Natalie watched him, her breath even. “You’re very good at this, Sir. It’s comfortable.”
“I like suspension play. I’d love to tie you in a chest harness. I like the patterns it leaves on the skin.” He moved to her other arm.
She gently turned her head, following him. Ben moved to her legs, starting the ties there. “I’ve never been suspended. I never trusted anyone enough. I think one of you will have to be waiting to catch me if I fall.”
He could see the image amused her, but it was serious to him. “Always. We’ll always catch you. Benjamin, make sure not to bind the joint.”
“I know what I’m doing. I took the same classes as you.”
“You flirted with the training sub the whole time.” His brother’s demeanor was going to have to change. “And we’re about to have a wife, so we should talk about your lamentable habit of hitting on everything with breasts.”
Nat laughed a little. “Yeah, Dawson. You’re going to have to join team fidelity.”
Ben finished his ties and stroked the round globes of her ass, light affectionate caresses. “Not a problem, baby. I find myself only hungry for sugar these days. I think you can keep me sated. It’s going to be fun, though, watching my brother turn into a complete prig.”
Chase didn’t mind. People could say what they liked. Natalie was his, and he had no intention of ever hurting her feelings by noticing other women. Since he’d laid eyes on her, his vision seemed to have changed. Other women weren’t as lovely, didn’t have her glow. They could be quite nice, but he would never want them. Why would he need anyone else when he had the most gorgeous sub in the world? “I don’t care if I sound moralistic and stuffy. I didn’t like the stripper rubbing herself on me. It felt wrong.”
“Dude, we weren’t supposed to tell the wife about that,” Ben shot through clenched teeth.
Now Chase was damn glad he had her tied down because Natalie’s eyes narrowed. “Stripper? Rubbing? I’m going to need an explanation.”
Yep. She sounded like a wife. A pissed-off, possessive, no-one-puts-hands-on-her-men wife. “It was for the investigation. There was no funny business. And I didn’t touch Twilene. She touched me. Ben is the one who put money in the G-strings because I didn’t think that was sanitary.”
“Dude, we were supposed to be high-rolling city slickers, and you kept pulling out hand sanitizer,” Ben complained.
“I didn’t know where those G-strings had been.” Chase couldn’t help the shudder that went through him. “Or in some cases, I had a pretty good idea, and that was why I was so hands-off. You’re lucky I drank out of those glasses and didn’t insist on taking a temperature reading on the dishwasher water. I think I tasted plague in my rum and Coke.”
Ben groaned. “Drama queen.”
He couldn’t help it if he understood the dangers of bacteria and viruses better than his brother, whose version of intellectual reading was football draft magazines in preparation for The Club’s annual fantasy football league. He was just about to defend his hygiene practices when Natalie’s whole body shook.
Chase practically leapt for his knife. “I’ll have you out in a second.”
She turned her face up. “Don’t you dare, Dawson. I’m thinking it’s a good thing to be tied down right now so I don’t have to play referee. And you tell Twilene—yeah that’s a real name—that if she rubs against my men again, her nasty G-string will see some suspension play, and she won’t enjoy it.”
His Natalie was a little bloodthirsty, but that was okay. If she was a polite thing, he would likely walk all over her and that would be boring. It was much better to be slightly afraid of his wife. “Will do, sweetness. But you know we have to go back in, right?”
She laid her head back down, cheek settling in. “I know. How long, guys? How long before I don’t have to worry about you?”
Ben knelt beside him. “It’s moving pretty fast, baby. A week, tops, and we’ll wrap it up. We’re sure someone at that club either did the deed or knows who did.”
A fleeting image crossed Chase’s mind. Fuck. The pictures. They were there in his head. His mind focused for a split second on the photograph two rows up and three to the left of the Wispers neon sign. Stan Kirkman was smiling with his arms around two strippers. One Chase didn’t recognize, and the second was the one his brain had been caught on. She was wearing a hideous blonde wig, her plain features accented by a ton of makeup, but the cheekbones were the same, the eyes the right distance apart.
Surely she wasn’t involved.
Ben stared at him. His brother knew all his tells.
“What’s wrong?” Natalie asked.
“Nothing is wrong,” Ben replied, his lips a firm line. “Chase just wants to make sure I got my ties right before we start to play because tonight is all about fun and intimacy and cementing our relationship.”
He got the message. Tonight was about Natalie and her lovingly pushing her own boundaries, and giving her deeply distressing news wasn’t going to make anything better. It could wait until tomorrow morning. And his brother was right. They had better things to do.
She was tied up, wrapped up in bindings that held her and opened her completely for the prep play they needed. And she was calm and happy.
Natalie Buchanan trusted him with her body and her happiness and her heart. It was the most beautiful gift he’d ever received.
“Do you know what we’re going to do to you?” He left behind thoughts of the case. They were on the Barnes-Fleetwood ranch and Jack Barnes took security seriously. There were security cameras here. There were motion-sensor lights and alarms on every door, installed, he’d been told, after Olivia Barnes-Fleetwood had decided it was fun to run around the yard in the middle of the night when she couldn’t sleep. No one could get them here.
“I suspect you’re going to spank me.” The husky tone of her voice went straight to his cock.
He held his hand out, and Ben passed him the large plug that would complete her training. If she could handle that plug, she could handle his cock, and he could do what they’d wanted to do for days, get her in between them and show her what it meant to be their woman. “There is that. You know I love to smack that pretty backside of yours, but there’s something I want to do even more.”
Her eyes widened. “I don’t think that’s going to fit. God, Dawson, that’s an elephant plug.”
“Benjamin.” Chase sighed.
His brother knew exactly what to do. His hand went back and came down on her ass, making Natalie jump, but there was nowhere to go. She was tied down and at their mercy.
“I believe we said five for brattery, and that’s another two for the elephant comment.”
Ben smiled, settling into his work. Five more smacks reverberated through the playroom, each one punctuated by a breathy little gasp from Natalie’s lips.
“Such a naughty girl. Do you think she can handle much more?” Ben asked, his voice teasing. “Perhaps she should mind. That plug is a little smaller than my cock, baby. And I’m not an elephant. I prefer to think of myself as a stallion waiting to cover a pretty mare. And look, we have you all hobbled and ready for breeding.”
Oh, yeah, he liked the way his brother thought. Ben could often come up with nasty, fun, sexy games to play. The thought of playing out all kinds of fantasies with Natalie made his cock jump. He was pretty sure he’d seen a naughty nurse costume that would look hot on her. Or he could indulge his science fiction habit. “There’s a fantasy. She can be the last female on earth, and it’s our job to fuck her until she’s pregnant. It’s a postapocalyptic world, and high-grade pussy is in short supply. I like it, Benjamin.”
“OMG, you’re both perverts,” Natalie said with a little laugh.
Chase shuddered. “Benjamin, that’s five more for even sounding slightly like Georgia.”
Ben obviously agreed, slapping her five times in quick succession.
Natalie teared up. “I promise. No more Georgia speak. No more.”
“Poor Natalie. She’s being so mistreated.” Chase glanced back at the cheeks of her ass. Ben had done just the right amount of damage. The skin was a lovely hot pink, but it would be back to its fair color in the morning. “She seems to think it’s too much. I don’t know that she likes this game.”
He knew damn well that wasn’t true because he could smell her arousal from where he sat. It wafted over him, doing all sorts of things to get his cock ready for another round. But this was a fun little game, and he intended to play it out. The spanking bench that elevated her ass also put her pretty pussy on display. He got up and joined Ben, who was staring at the sweet sight.
“She doesn’t like it at all,” Ben said, a grin on his face.
“No, I can tell it does nothing for her.” He couldn’t help but smile.
Natalie was practically vibrating. She whimpered, pulling against her bonds. “Please. You know I like it. Someone touch me.”
“That sounded like a demand. What happens to demanding subs?” Chase asked.
Three more smacks were laid on her upturned ass. Chase watched as Natalie’s pussy grew moist and creamy, begging for attention.
“Ask nicely, sweetheart,” Ben said, his fingertips tracing the pink marks on her skin.
She didn’t hesitate. Her voice went to that sweet little singsong that Chase was starting to understand was her adorable-brat manipulative voice. “Please touch me, Sir. Please. I feel so lonely.”
Yep. She was going to be able to easily manipulate him whenever she wanted. He knew damn well what she was doing and still his hand moved as though he was utterly incapable of denying her request even for a moment. His fingers found the soft, wet flesh of her pussy, and he couldn’t help but delve inside.
She was so fucking soft, the petals of her sex beyond moist. The cream of her arousal scented the air, the musk nearly driving him crazy, but he was determined to keep his control because he had a point to prove. Natalie had become the center of his world. He was going to let her know that she was the most important thing to him. Past himself. Past Ben. Natalie was everything.
He played in her labia, parting the petal and forming lightly teasing patterns that brought out those sweet gasps and moans from his Natalie’s lips. She was still, not pulling at her bonds, but her pussy clenched around his fingers. God, she would feel so good on his cock when he and Ben were both deep inside her.
He let his thumb find the jewel that lay against her clit. Such a useful little piece of hardware. She was wriggling against him in less than thirty seconds, her every muscle straining toward the orgasm he could give her.
And he was still a bastard Dom, so he pulled his hand away.
“Damn it.”
“Benjamin.”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
God, he loved the way she gasped. Her whole body tightened as she swore under her breath. He thought about punishing her again, but he had other things to do.
“Sweetness, you’re going to get your reward, but I have to prepare you first.” Chase picked up the plug. Ben moved to the side, placing his hands on her beautifully built ass and parting the cheeks. Sometimes it was awesome to have another human being who could read his mind.
Chase sighed as he looked at the perky rosette he fully intended to fuck before the night was through.
Ben was staring, too, a wicked look on his brother’s face that he was sure mirrored his own. And he seemed to know what he needed. He reached out and grabbed the lube, handing it to Chase.
Yes, that was exactly what the situation called for. He took the tube, opened it, and dribbled it out on that rosy orifice. He smiled, his cock tightening as Natalie’s rosette clenched. She thought she could keep him out? No way. No how.
“You’re going to open up for me, beauty.” He pressed his middle finger right on that gorgeous asshole, making circles, deeply enjoying every clench and gasp he drew out of Natalie.
He dribbled more lube and replaced his finger with the plug.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” His brother pulled Natalie’s cheeks further apart. “I love how pretty your asshole is, sweetheart.”
Her whole body moved with her chuckle. “That is a phrase I didn’t expect to hear. In my whole life. God, Dawson, you’re killing me.”
