Wilde Love (The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 6)

Austin adjusted the tension back a bit on the clit clamp, and Jessie nodded and extended all her fingers. She felt his hands pat her back, giving her a big helping of satisfaction and pride.

Jessie felt him move the wand over her skin, this time with no electricity. His free hand stroked her hair, and then all the clamps began to vibrate. She felt the bite of the TENS on her left ass cheek. The pain sent her higher, and she moaned into the gag as another bite from the lick of the wand’s electricity landed on the other side of her ass. Back and forth he went. High left. Low right. Middle left. His torture of her backside went on and on. In no time, she was in Austin’s subspace she’d come to love.

Then she felt a slim vibrator being shoved into her channel. Austin hit her G-spot on the first stroke. He jerked on her hair and shoved the thing deeper. He let her hair go, and Jessie nodded and stretched out all her fingers. She wanted him to know she was good.

Her skin heated as another round of vibrations from the clamps fired, and the wand hit another spot on her lower back. The charge was lesser but still so deliciously perfect. She felt so alive and energized. Her climax began to surge forward from the depths of her pussy.

Austin turned on everything, and that did the trick. He removed the ball gag as her orgasm exploded inside her, delivering overwhelming sensations. She loved this moment. Needed everything he gave her. Then she felt him slowly pulling out the string of spheres from her ass. With each sphere he released from her, Jessie screamed, though she couldn’t hear them or anything else since she still wore the earphones.

Austin removed the clamps and her earphones but left the ankle and wrist restraints on her.

He leaned into her. “You ready to take my dick, pet?”

“God, yes. Please, Master.”

She felt him guide his dick into her ass. She loved the feeling of being filled up by his monstrous cock. He reached around and touched her throbbing clit ever so gently.

Austin began pumping into her ass with a fervor that both amazed and touched her. He wanted her. That was obvious to Jessie.

He leaned in, clearly not wanting to let his brothers hear, and whispered in a tone she’d not heard from him before. It was gentler and sincere. “I love you, Jessie. You’re mine. You know that, right?”

Her heart leapt for joy. “I do, Master. I’m yours.”

“Please, come for me, pet. Let me feel your ass vibrate on my dick.”

Her body seemed to melt into vapors of steam as her womb clenched and unclenched. Her entire body fired with strong sparks, making her dizzy and happy.

Austin’s body tensed behind her. “Fuuuck!”

Jessie tightened her ass on his cock and felt the pulse of his load shooting.

She screamed. “Oh God! Yes! Oh! Damn! Oh damn! Yes!” More screams came. Then moans. Then tiny little yelps. Finally her climax softened, and she began to breathe almost normally.

Jessie trembled as Austin leaned his naked body into her back and wrapped his arms around her front.

After a bit, he unfastened the restraints and began applying creams to her nipples and ass and all the other spots that had been hit with the wand.

After he was done with the aftercare, Austin pulled her up, cradling her body with his arms.

He turned around, facing his brothers, who were all still unclothed.

She looked up into his eyes. The hardness and invisible boundary was back up. “Austin, what are you thinking?”

“That I’m right, pet. You have to choose.”

* * * *

Slinking down the hallway to Austin Wilde’s office at The Masters’ Chamber, the killer looked back at Tank’s body on the ground. Tank had drained the mug she’d brought, just like she knew he would. Too bad he was in the way. I actually liked the guy. The other would-be protectors were easy to avoid. But the Wildes’ cousins wouldn’t be far behind. These guys always called in reinforcements from family whenever they deemed it necessary. Squatting down quietly outside Austin’s door, she pulled out the stethoscope she’d swiped from the vet’s clinic. She put it to her ears and listened. Yep, the bitch and her bastards were all in there. Arguing. She tested the doorknob and found it locked. Good thing she’d had Tank’s master key. Dead men didn’t need to open doors. Poison wouldn’t work for the next step in the plan. No. But the gun in her satchel would. Again, she put the stethoscope to the oak door and listened, waiting for the perfect moment to make a move. She would not fail. She didn’t have Paul or Rich to fuck things up. It was all on her, and tonight, she would succeed.

* * * *

“Please put me down, Austin.” Jessie looked up into his dark eyes and realized he hadn’t moved even an inch on his demands of her.

Austin nodded and lowered her feet to the floor. “I’m not trying to be an asshole, sweetheart.”

“Maybe not, but we’re right back where we started.” Her heart felt so heavy as she realized what decision she must make. She wouldn’t come between these men. Couldn’t. “Jackson, could you hand me my clothes, please?” Her heart would survive what she had to do next.

“Sure thing, darlin’.” He stood up and brought her clothes to her.