Submitting to the Lawyer (Cowboy Doms 4)

“We need a girl’s night,” Avery told Nan as the guys started talking about plans to expand the dude ranch already.

Clasping the cold bottle, Nan took a long drink before replying, “I’m in whenever you can get the time. All of my evenings are free but I don’t know about Sydney and Tamara. Speaking of getting together, Alice posted a flyer on a book fair this Sunday. Can you get away long enough to check it out with me?”

“I’ll make time,” Avery answered with a nod.

They talked books while she sipped her beer, the conversation distracting her from the two men’s crowding until Devin trailed his calloused fingers over her arm as Greg cupped her shoulders and drew her back against him. Gulping down the last swallow, she relished the small spark of arousal their dual touch ignited. It offered her a surge of hope and confidence as Devin dipped his head and whispered in her ear.

“Care to join us upstairs?”

A shudder of longing coursed through her, boosting the hum of arousal enough to defy the fraction of doubt still clouding her head. Calling on her steadfast determination to get her life back, she ignored the nervous flutters in her stomach and accepted their invitation. “Why yes, Sir, I would like that.”

His low chuckle reverberated down her spine. “Excellent.”

In a coordinated move that smacked of experience, they each clasped a hand and drew her to her feet, keeping her between them with snug grips. “Excuse us,” Greg told Grayson and Avery.

“Catch you later, Avery,” Nan tossed back as the two men wasted no time prodding her toward the stairs. I’ve gone up these stairs countless times, she lectured herself as her heartbeat picked up speed with each step up she took. The heat of their bodies in front and behind her helped keep the ever-present coldness pushed to the back burner as they reached the loft and the telltale sounds of BDSM play taking place resonated around the upper level.

Good memories of being bound on the St. Andrew Cross Sue Ellen now occupied popped into her head as they walked past several other apparatus already in use. Despite the dimmer lighting upstairs, she could still see the pink stripes adorning Leslie’s perspiration-slick breasts and thighs and the glow shining on her face from her bound position on the wooden A-frame. The pleasure she reaped from the switch her Dom was applying was obvious from her writhing acceptance and glistening labia.

It was so easy for Nan to remember the pain induced heightened arousal she once embraced from the switch as well as other implements, but as Devin and Greg halted at a chain station and reached for the narrow straps of her sheath, panic clawed its way into her throat. She couldn’t risk exposing her scars, not yet. She had hurdles to overcome before that could happen.

“No,” she croaked, startling both Doms. “I mean, I’d rather leave it on for now. I’m sorry. It’s…” Floundering for an excuse, she settled on a partial truth. “It’s been awhile.”

Master Greg raised a skeptical brow but nodded along with his partner. Lifting her arms up to the dangling cuffs, he surprised her with his memory of the one time they scened together over a year ago. “Do you still use panda as your safeword?”

She nodded, pleased with their recall. The collection of pandas she’d been amassing since childhood made it easy to remember. “Yes, I do.”

“And are you good with me removing this?” Devin slid a hand under her short dress and snapped the thin strap of her thong against her hip.

That small pain ricocheted down to her pussy, causing Nan to jerk her pelvis forward in an automatic response of acceptance that drew her smile. “Yes, Sir, that can go.” She was pleased with her progress as he stripped the underwear down her legs and she kicked them aside but froze in immediate indecision as they bent to restrain her ankles two feet ap

art on a spreader bar, the move triggering an unwanted memory.

Nan whimpered as she struggled against the ropes binding her ankles and wrists so tightly together she could no longer feel them, only smell the trickle of blood oozing from the cuts into her skin. “Cry out all you want,” Master Gerard stated with calm smugness before locking her in the pitch-black room in his cellar. “This room is soundproof; no one will hear. You can think about your defiance until I return.” The slam of the door and a key turning scared her more than anything else he’d done.

Hard hands cupped her face as other hands stroked up her legs. “Nan, open your eyes and look at me,” Devin demanded in a tone not to be ignored as he held her head immobile, refusing to let her turn away.

Blinking her eyes open, Nan returned to the present and her current surroundings. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she forced a crooked smile while praying for a return of the pleasant sensations she’d been starting to feel.

“Sorry, but I want to pass on the ankle restraints. Like I said, it’s been awhile.” She didn’t dare look away from their concerned, probing stares, but held her breath until they nodded.

Greg slid one hand up her inner thigh, pausing with a tight grip an inch away from the bare flesh of her labia. “Is there anything else we need to know?”

Their implacable holds brought a return of the heat she craved; their calm patience gave her the courage she needed to continue. “No, Sirs, I’m good now.” She teased them with a flirty grin, saying, “Please, continue.”

Nan couldn’t decipher the look they exchanged but as Devin inched around behind her and Greg shifted his hand to press up between her legs, she decided she didn’t care what they were thinking. Closing her eyes, the darkness brought up the face of a different Dom other than the two giving her their undivided attention. She didn’t want to think about a pair of dark brown eyes and a rugged, tanned face emphasized by sun-streaked, sandy blond hair when her body was stirring to life under the four hands and two mouths of two other men. Damn it, Master Dan, you weren’t there when I needed you, and I don’t need you now.

Opening her eyes, she forced away both his image and the unfair thought it pulled from her subconscious as hard hands pushed up her dress and cupped her buttocks. Devin squeezed her butt as he leaned around and whispered in her ear, “Just as soft and malleable as I remember.”

“The same here,” Greg said, exploring the flesh of her plump folds with his calloused fingertips as he brushed his lips over hers.

A welcome rush of heated dampness filled her pussy and Nan moaned from the surprising return of the pleasure she’d been seeking. As they continued to fondle her, dipping their fingers between her cheeks and slit, she found herself wishing for the added stimulus of hot, throbbing pain, biting her lip when the bad memories of excruciating agony wanted to return.

“Please,” she whispered, forcing herself to keep her eyes open as she rocked her hips forward and back, desperate now for them to move faster before the past could come back to ruin everything.

“In a hurry?” Devin smacked her ass, the sting a startling pleasure. “I suppose, if it’s been that long, we can accommodate you, can’t we, Master Greg?”

“I can make a concession this one time.” He thrust up inside her, skimming her clit and bringing her to her toes.