Bang the Blower (Country Roads 3)

“Neither do I,” she said, rolling her tongue over her bottom lip. “I must’ve bumped my head like Hank suggested. I can’t remember if I enjoy sucking a man’s dick.”

“Why don’t you let me refresh your memory?” Hank suggested, tucking his cock between her parted lips before she took the opportunity to object.

Sucking him to her throat with the first gulp, she moaned as Duke twirled her nipple, pinching and releasing the little bud until the erect point was as long as Hank had ever witnessed. “Hmm,” she crooned, tapping his balls as she coddled him.

“That’s it, submissive. Use your mouth for my pleasure. Suck deep. Take me to your throat. Tap the end. Drag those pretty lips over the slit, nice and slow.”

With a sudden pop, she released him. She frowned, her brow furrowing as she watched him. Oh boy, he thought, he’d given too many orders, placed too many demands.

“You know, it’s a damn shame a man like yourself can’t suck his own cock. Then, you’d be certain to get the kind of blow job you expect, wouldn’t you?”

Hank snarled. “I think someone needs a spanking.”

Duke shifted behind her and before she could apologize—not that she would in the first place—he hoisted her out of the water, tossed her over his shoulder, gave her a good wallop on the ass, and grabbed a towel.

Hank would’ve cursed him if he didn’t understand Duke’s train of thought. They needed to break in their little woman, school her in the art of loving them again. And he couldn’t wait to give Julie the education she needed most.

* * * *

Julie’s pussy was on fire, and neither one of them offered to finger her. Maybe the self-stimulation carried over. Maybe she didn’t need a man—or two of them—to sate her.

Duke placed her on the bed. Hank disappeared, walking straight through her long closet.

“That’s how you got in here, isn’t it?”

“Hank’s room is on the other side of that wall,” Duke informed her. “He had the upstairs remodeled before we brought you home. I’m pretty sure he thought of everything.”

“And you seem proud of that fact,” she snipped. “Doesn’t a woman have a right to privacy here?”

“Not if the woman belongs to Hinman,” Hank said, reentering the room with a tote, which he immediately tossed to the bed.

“I don’t belong to Hinman,” she told him. “Never have and never will.”

Wearing nothing but a hard-on, Hank clucked, his upper lip curling. “We’ll see about that, now won’t we?”

He dug through his bag of intimate treasures and pulled free a set of pulleys and cuffs, along with a dildo, one wide enough to raise brows or garner a frown, both of which she most likely supplied.

“Lie down,” Hank said firmly, snapping the rubber as he attached the pulleys to a pair of frilly handcuffs.

“What do you think I am, Hank?” she asked, her belly in knots, her breasts throbbing. She’d played house with Hank and Duke countless times.

The fiery need she saw burning in Hank’s eyes then was quite troubling. He was struggling with his emotions, and she could only imagine what was going through his head.

Duke moved out of his way and Hank pushed her against the bed. “Hank, I don’t think she’s ready for this.”

“Listen to your brother,” she said as Hank secured her right arm, and then her left. With her limbs wide, he straddled her middle. “After I tuck this dildo in between your legs, Duke and I are going downstairs. We’re gonna have us a drink. We’ll toast the evening ahead and then come back and play with you. That is, if you’re a good girl.”

“I’m never a good girl, Hank,” she snapped, cursing under her breath. How had she gotten herself in this mess? Yanking her arms downward, she quickly discovered there wasn’t a lot of play in the pulleys secured.

“I know,” Hank said, winking. “But by the time we’re through with you, you’ll be ready to play nice.”

“You have no right doing this, Hank Hinman!” she exclaimed, uncertain if she sounded angry, excited, pleased, or altogether put out.

“I have every right, doll. You belong to me.” He stuck his tongue in the corner of his mouth and stared at her pussy. “And one way or another, you’ll believe that by the end of the night.”

“I wouldn’t count my money before you tuck it in your pocket if I were you.”

Ignoring her, Hank said, “Duke, grab her right leg and hold it still.”