A Wanton Woman (Mail Order Bride of Slate Springs 1)

“What’s going to happen, doll, if I find you all wet? Do you get another spanking for lying?”

“Your body never lies, Celia,” Luke added.

He lifted his finger from my lips as Walker’s hand moved higher. Higher still until his fingers were mere inches from discovering just how aroused I was.

“Yes, I’m wet. It made me wet,” I admitted.

Walker’s hand moved away, the dress falling back to the floor. Luke stepped back and Walker released me from his hold.

“Good girl. I’m hungry. You?” Luke asked, turning to lift the lid from the pot on the stove.

I stood there, confused. They’d aroused me, made me ache for them, then walked away. I whimpered once again as I clenched my thighs together.

Walker stood, leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Punishment number two. Orgasm denial.”

I whimpered, for I was ready to come.

“Later, doll. Later I’m going to fuck you. Hard. With wild abandon. I might even tie you up.”

Luke ladled some stew in a bowl and held it out.

“Eat, doll. You’re going to need your strength.”

CHAPTER TEN

Celia

I didn’t say much over dinner. How could I? I’d bared my one and only secret to them. They’d taken the dangerous fact that Carl was following me with an easygoing nature. What frustrated me was that they’d been much more upset that I’d lied to them. Clearly, they didn’t like secrets. They didn’t like not knowing of any kind of danger or problem. I couldn’t blame them, but the fear of rejection had been too great of a risk, and resulted in a sound spanking.

But I hadn’t been turned away. In fact, they wanted me more. Their care and concern for me was obvious. I highly doubted Walker took just anyone over his knee. The action was solely for me. While it had hurt, and the heat and sting of it lingered, he’d done it because he cared, because I had not been forthright with him. It made me feel… protected and oddly cherished. I was at odds with how that could be. He’d spanked me and yet I felt protected. I should feel embarrassed or appalled. I felt neither.

When they had me admit the truth, that it had been arousing as well, I’d felt overwhelmed and dominated. Hadn’t that been what I’d wanted from them? That I’d asked for just the night before? They’d given me exactly what I’d wanted, what I’d needed, without my even realizing it.

But when I thought of being controlled, I had thought of how John had taken his mistress, tied to the bed. While eager, Luke had not been overly dominant the night before. Walker had yet to fuck me.

Now though, they waited downstairs, allowing me time to bathe. I even took a few minutes to look over my shoulder and stare at my pink bottom, to think about the spanking, how I’d responded to it, to them. They were overwhelming and I was able to catch my breath.

Not for long, as they were below. I had no choice but to join them. Not that I wanted to do anything else. I’d been wet and eager for them. I still was and this delay only made my need even greater. This delayed pleasure was a punishment I did not enjoy. I looked down, saw my nipples clearly against my nightgown. Hard and tight, they ached. So did my pussy, eager for their touch, for their cocks.

Barefooted, I went down the steps and into the library by the front door. The lanterns offered a soft glow and the heat from the fireplace beckoned. The men stood at my appearance. They’d unbuttoned the tops of their shirts, rolled up their sleeves to show off solid forearms. While I thought the room a comfortable temperature, they probably considered it too hot.

I was suddenly shy, even after everything they’d done to me, with me, in the past day.

“I thought we didn’t purchase a nightgown,” Walker said, his eyes raking over me from head to toe, but settling on my breasts. The rough timbre of his voice had my nipples tightening. The idea of being touched, being taken, by these two as they’d said was heady. It was also arousing, and definitely daunting.

“We didn’t. That must be one she’d brought from Texas.”

I ran my hands down my hips, drying my damp palms. Yes, it was just as I’d imagined. They didn’t want me in a nightgown.

“You won’t be wearing that to bed, doll,” Walker said, only confirming my words.

“It’s… cold out.”

Luke stepped closer. “I assure you, you won’t be cold between us.”

No, I didn’t think I would.

He stepped forward. “My brother was an idiot and didn’t take you this morning. I did, and I want you again.”