Sexual Healing (Contemporary Cowboys 1)

“Well then, I guess we’d better get busy.” Flint’s eyes danced with pure mischief. “We want her trained by then.”

“You really don’t believe we can fully train her by morning. Do you?” Tyler shook his head. “Kid, you have a lot to learn if you believe that. Domination and submission is an ongoing progressive relationship.”

“I see where Flint is going with this,” Jax said. “She needs to respect us, but she must trust us right now. If the guys from New York stay in East Tennessee, they’ll come looking for her tomorrow and we need to trust her to do what we tell her.”

“She will,” Flint said, probably convinced already that he was the Dom of all Doms.

“Let’s hope,” Jax said, entering her suite and going straight to the bed. “Are you ready for us, Brianna?”

“I’ve been ready since you finished with me in the truck.” She turned her face to his, stretching her neck as if she wanted him to remove the blindfold.

Instead of removing the bandana, he kissed her, drew her hot lips against his, and just indulged in that lust-filled kiss. His crazy head was spinning with ideas, all kinds of delicious punishments, solid rewards. As their kiss became passionate, totally ravenous, he reached down the length of her body and smacked her pussy.

“Holy hell,” Flint said, staring at the space between her legs. “Did you see that?”

Jax felt his upper lip curl as he imagined the flare of her pussy lips, the way her body would’ve naturally enveloped the toy dancing inside her slick channel. “What do you want most, Brianna?”

“You, Jax. I want you, Flint, and Tyler. I need you.”

“Yes,” he whispered, unhooking the first clamp and loving the way she whimpered against his lips as he freed the first nipple.

“Oh God, that hurt.” She collapsed against the pillow and groaned. “Remind me to never ask for those again.”

He caressed her breast with a giving tongue, wetting her nipple with his saliva as his other fingers played with the claw contraption securing the other hard peak. He became famished as he unhooked the clamp and tossed it aside, loving the way she whimpered and moaned again.

“Damn it, Jax! It hurts!”

“And it should,” he smacked her pussy and the thwack resounde

d. He kissed her other freed nipple and dragged his lips back to her mouth, giving her a slow and luxurious kiss, deepening the kiss with a thrusting tongue and a mouth that was already addicted to her taste, to the best of her loving.

Jax backed away from the bed, tempted to remove the blindfold but also content to watch her writhe in pleasure without the knowledge of who was where. Tyler had stood back and observed, but now he was on the bed, going for her left breast and cradling her fullness as if he were more than a little impressed.

He raked his thumb over the hardened point. “Are you sore here?”

“Yes,” she rasped, shivering then.

“Are you cold?” Tyler asked, dragging the pads of his fingers over her nipples.

“Excited.”

“We want you excited,” Tyler said, tilting her chin and kissing her.

He backed away and the little vixen was still searching for his lips. She sighed in resignation when she didn’t receive another kiss. She collapsed on the bed and seemed to await the next act, the next stage of loving.

On his knees then, Flint spread her legs a little further and dropped between her thighs. Studying her pussy as if it must’ve been the first one he’d ever seen, he lowered his head to her clit, sucking the bud until she moaned out in pleasure.

Flint removed the toy and replaced the vibrator with his mouth, greedily feasting on her pussy and slapping her mound when she tried to wiggle one way or another, perhaps force a deeper penetration. “You’ll come when you’re given permission.” He rose up and nodded at the scarves around her ankles. “Untie her. Will you?”

Tyler slipped away from her then and swapped places with Flint. They shot one another a knowing smile and Jax already assumed what Tyler had in store. He was a kinky little bastard, but he’d always reserved some of that special kink just for Brianna.

As soon as her legs were free, Tyler helped her bend her knees. “There you go, sweet sub.”

Goose bumps scattered on her arms and legs. “I love it when you call me your sub.”

“That’s what you are, what you’ll always be,” Tyler said.

Flint went to the head of the bed then, apparently afraid Tyler might push her too far. “If we ever ask you to do something you don’t want to do, use your safe word and we’ll stop. Right in the middle of everything, all activity will come to a halt. Do you understand?”