Her Twin Wilde Cowboy Masters (Wilde, Nevada 1)

Wyatt threw open the door and the metal music vibrated against her nipples.

Her eyes widened when she saw what they’d done to Wade’s old bedroom. This space was now an unadulterated chamber of sexual delights. A dungeon. “How did you do this so fast, Masters?”

“For you, pet, we’re able to work miracles. And what miracles are still in store for you, you’ll really be surprised, sweetheart.”

The truth of his words was easy to believe as she scanned the space, still on her knees. Any clue of this once being a bedroom was gone. They’d painted the walls black. The window was now covered in a thick black material that she bet wouldn’t let sunlight in. Metal tables lined the walls. Every sexual toy imaginable seemed to be on them. Some she recognized—vibrators, paddles, handcuffs, butt plugs—but many she did not. On the back wall was something that looked like a giant wooden X to her. In the center of the room was another thing she couldn’t identify. It reminded her of workout equipment a weightlifter might use, but not entirely.

“God, you do have the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen in my life.” Wade pinched her nipples, delivering a delicious sting. “On your feet, slave. You’ve earned yourself a better look.”

“Thank you, Dom.” Her legs were wobbly from kneeling, but she was able to stand as he’d commanded. Wyatt put his arm around her waist and led her into the dungeon, the surprise they’d made for her, just her.

This room had no other purpose but one—sexual exploration. Her head spun and her pulse hastened in her veins.

Wade walked to the giant X on the wall and placed his left hand on the top of one arm of it. “This is a St. Andrew’s Cross. It’s a common piece of equipment for people in the life. See here.” He pointed to the top of both arms where shiny hinged metal rings were attached. “These are restraints for your wrists. The one at the base is the same for your ankles. What do you think of this whipping apparatus, slave?”

“It’s a little scary looking to me, Dom.” She gulped hard and yet her pussy seemed to be getting even wetter.

She didn’t dare look down at her panties without their permission, but she knew there had to be a big damp spot they could easily see in the silk.

“It’s supposed to be, slave.” Wade pointed to the thing in the middle of the room. “This is a spanking bench. Not as scary looking, but you’ll come to respect it for how we use it.”

Never had she felt so vulnerable, so subjugated, so tiny. What woman wouldn’t if she were standing in only her panties in this dungeon with these Doms?

“Time to move to your next training exercise, slave.”

A wicked tingle shook her from head to toe. As if they had their own mind, her hands, which had been at her sides, shot up to her breasts.

Wyatt stepped forward and grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms down to her sides. “Don’t.”

One word. One command. A million promises.

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry.” Staring down at the floor, she closed her eyes in shame.

Heat washed over her like a molten flood as she felt her panties being pulled down her legs.

“Is that not the most beautiful pussy in the entire world?” Wade’s rumbling question caused her cheeks to burn.

She opened her eyes and saw both men kneeling in front of her, inspecting her most intimate flesh as if it was some kind of masterpiece. A part of her wanted to tell them it was just an average, run-of-the-mill, everyday, ordinary pussy. Another part wanted to bite her tongue and continue to listen to their words of homage. She chose the latter part, of course.

“Our pussy, bro.” Wyatt seemed entranced as his words deepened to an even lower intonation that only the manliest of men could reach. “Ours. Yours and mine. Look at how wet our slave is for us.”

“We’ve waited too long for this night, bro. It’s time to show her what being our sub means.”

She trembled as sweet jitters and vehement lust swirled within her.

“Bench or cross?” Wyatt asked.

“Bench,” Wade answered. “Good place to start.”

“Agreed. Color, slave?” Wyatt’s icy, calculated tone sent another shock through her that settled deep in her pussy.

“I am green, Master.” Her clit throbbed madly, her need for relief rabid.

Four big Dom hands grabbed hold of her, lifting her off her feet. Together, her cowboys carried her to the bench. In no time, she was facedown, her arms and legs tied to the thing with ropes. Being on the bench in this position, with her ass jutting out, helped her understand why it was used for spanking.

“Let’s paddle her a few

times with the green one before we put a plug in her ass.” Wade’s big hands cupped her bottom, making her squirm on the bench. “That’ll get our slave really warmed up.”