Sexual Expression (Contemporary Cowboys 2)

“I’ll do whatever will please you most.”

“Anything at all?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Will you take your punishment here in front of my brothers and then suck my dick before I dismiss you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said tightly, only her reply was recognized as lust. Others might translate it as disgust.

“Go get the whip.”

She left the room.

“Are you out of your blazing mind?” Kurt’s face was red.

“Let him finish,” Zak said, his inner Dom most likely forcing him to now show his full support of Brandon. “If you want her and I’m sure you do or you wouldn’t have spent the entire afternoon with her, let him release her the way he is supposed to. You’ll be glad later.”

Kurt clenched his fists. “This is for me, isn’t it?”

“No, little brother. Believe me when I tell you this doesn’t have anything to do with you at all. What you never bothered to understand is some of the Doms living here are actually in the lifestyle for real. We don’t play. We don’t practice or pretend. We live it. Now, if you want my submissive free and clear, you’ll let us formally part ways.”

“If you hurt her, I’ll make you pay.” Kurt never flinched.

“I wouldn’t hurt her, brother. In my own way, I love her.”

“That’s the whole problem though, isn’t it?” Kurt glared at him. “You’ve always loved in your own way. In return, you’ve wanted everyone to bow at your feet.”

“Not everyone,” Brandon said snidely. “Just Coco.”

Chapter Four

Coco returned with a single-tail whip. As she’d selected her form of punishment, it had been all she could do to keep from dipping her fingers in her panties and playing with her clit. She was hot, horny, and wanted to fuck so badly that it was almost a sin.

Brandon had used her time with Kurt to his advantage and down deep she knew it. While he loved her in his own way maybe, he didn’t love her the way she needed to be loved and she’d always known he’d eventually release her.

He wanted her to be happy and that in itself turned her on, made her wet and crazy with overwhelming need. More than anything else, she longed for punishment in front of the others. She needed them to see her as the subservient submissive Brandon had taught her how to be.

She prese

nted herself to Brandon with her head bowed, her feet slightly apart, and her arms outstretched from her waist, gripping the whip he’d soon use. She was anxious about the upcoming scene, excited because his brothers would see her as Brandon had often seen her—naked, vulnerable, and willing to accept what he deemed best for her.

“Take off your pants and panties, sub.”

“This is ridiculous,” Kurt said.

“I want to do it.” She kept her head bowed. She undressed from the waist down, but nervously pulled her top, keeping her pussy covered.

Brandon stood a few inches from her. He slowly swiped his full mouth so only she could observe him moistening his lips. For a minute, she’d thought he might kiss her, but instead he held her face and whispered at her ear, “Are you wet, sub?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you wet from him or wet for me?”

“I showered afterward, Sir.”

“Hmm,” he said, reaching under her shirt and slipping his finger between her folds. “You’re still sticky. Did he use a condom?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered back, turned on because he wanted to know so much about her time with Kurt.