Submitting to Two Doms (Cowboy Doms 5)

“I’m sorry,” she choked, shifting her hips as he swatted her two more times before resting his hand on her warm butt. The thin panties offered little protection in hiding her quivering heat.

“That’s a start, but not good enough, baby.” With a quick shove, he lowered her panties to mid-thigh, his mouth watering at the sight of her small, pink-tinged, round buttocks, his hand itching to feel her bare flesh heating up even more. “You lied, and then set out to deliberately go against our wishes after we were nice enough to give in to your insistence to come out with us tonight.” Lifting his arm he delivered a volley of bare-assed spanks, each one a little harder. After five, he paused and caressed her burning backside, the sheen coating her pussy slit drawing his eyes and his frustration. Fuck, how could he continue to resist her if she was going to get aroused from the hot pain he was heaping upon her?

And then she whipped her tear-streaked, red face around and gazed at him with remorse shining in her damp eyes. “I… I never thought about that.” She hiccupped and his hardened resolve to remain aloof crumbled a little more. “You’re right.” With a nod, she turned her head back down and lifted her hips. “You shouldn’t stop yet, Sir. Please.”

Well, son-of-a-bitch. Now what?

Kelsey’s backside throbbed and ached, the discomfort contrasting with the damp heat building deep inside her pussy or adding to it. She wasn’t sure which. The urge to cringe and shift away in mortification battled with the need to arch for more. She found Master Devin’s powerful hold on her wrists and legs a comforting embrace against the storm of sensations flooding her system. A sob burst from her throat as he struck in the center of both burning cheeks, and yet she never thought to call a stop to the blistering torment by saying red. His litany of berating words brought tears to her eyes and she knew she deserved the stinging pain. What she couldn’t wrap her mind around was the slow build-up of arousal spreading inside her swelling core. That was just wrong on so many levels she couldn’t count. Wasn’t it?

“When I think about the trouble you could have caused, the precarious position you could have put both yourself and a Dom in with your hedging lies, I want to shake you.” She caught her breath as he raised the leg under her hips, tilting her forward, and landed several swats on the sensitive areas below her buttocks. “Safewords are just that, words to ensure your safety, and not meant to be taken lightly, or,” he smacked her thigh, “lied about knowing.”

Okay, I get it, I screwed up. Kelsey didn’t mind admitting when she was wrong, but that one word kept repeating itself over and over in head, stopping her from showing too much remorse. More, more, more. Considering how much she hurt, she wondered if she’d lost her sanity as well as all control over her body.

“I said I was sorry,” Kelsey reminded him as he tempered the last few slaps. She shuddered on a low groan when he switched to light, titillating caresses over her pulsating flesh, the soothing strokes helping her to relax as she absorbed the myriad of sensations encompassing her entire lower body.

Master Devin squeezed one throbbing cheek, his thumb sneaking between her buttocks to coast back and forth over her anus. She stiffened, the surprising pleasurable tingles of that taboo touch catching her off guard. “It was your bad luck I’m the one who came downstairs first and discovered what you were up to. Master Greg probably would have gone easier on you.”

“I wouldn’t bet on it.”

Kelsey jerked at hearing Greg’s disgruntled voice behind her. Picturing his view of her exposed, red butt and the placement of his friend’s thumb brought on a wave of excitement that left her shaken in a whole new way as she thrilled to being the object of both men’s attention. Granted, it was angry notice they were giving her, but she would take what she could get if these rioting sensations were her reward.

Devin released her and helped her sit up on his lap. Her blouse gaped open and both men’s eyes moved to her bare, hard-tipped breasts. Kelsey relished their heated gazes so much she made no move to cover herself but couldn’t help wincing as she adjusted her position and her tender skin scraped over rough denim.

“How long have you been standing there?” Devin’s thighs tightened under Kelsey and Greg’s jaw went taut, reminding her to tack on, “Sir.”

“Long enough.” Greg’s green gaze slid to Devin. “What did she do?”

Devin grunted. “What didn’t she do? I told you this was a mistake.”

Why was it these two could stir up her horny juices with just a look and then irritate the hell out of her with a few words? Whatever the reason they both pulled such strong yet opposite reactions from her, she’d had enough of this talking over her head. Squirming off Devin’s lap, she pulled up her panties and worked on buttoning her blouse as she snapped, “I’m right here, in case you failed to notice.”

“Oh, I noticed, little bit,” Greg drawled with a return of warmth to his eyes. “Now, go find a seat and wait for me. Without arguing.” He jerked his head, indicating the main room outside the secluded nook.

“Fine.” She huffed in exasperation. “But if you keep insisting on stifling me with your friggin’ rules, I’m going home, regardless of what Jordan and Theresa want.” With a glare toward them both, she stomped out as best she could in bare feet and with her body trembling on the brink of a much-needed orgasm. She could feel their eyes following her as she found an empty table and sat down, the return of pressure on her sore butt doing nothing to cool her overheated senses.

After a few minutes of twiddling her thumbs, Kelsey stood and padded over to the bar, noticing there was another man tending it, one who looked as dark and forbidding as Devin. Sliding onto a stool next to a brunette wearing large, black-framed glasses and a silky sheath, she noted the possessive gleam in the gray/green eyes beneath the new bartender’s Stetson. One thing positive she had to say about the men in this state, they were all drool-worthy.

Nudging his hat back with a thumb, he talked around the toothpick in his mouth. “You must be Kelsey, Devin and Greg’s guest. I’m Master Grayson and this is my wife, Avery. Do you have your drink card?”

“Yes, right here. I’d like a rum and coke, please.” She fished it out of her skirt pocket and handed it over, turning a smile on Avery as she took her hand.

“Hi, Kelsey. Are you having a good time?”

Her grin turned rueful. “Honestly? I’m not sure.” Shifting on the seat reignited the soreness covering both cheeks and the tingles around her rear orifice, sending a shiver down her back. “I’m reserving judgment since it’s all so new.”

Avery’s face showed empathy as she leaned closer and asked, “Did you get in trouble already?”

Already? I’ve been in trouble since I met those two. Kelsey didn’t want to admit that but figured the other trouble she had landed herself into tonight, as well as the consequences wouldn’t surprise Avery, or anyone else here. “Yes, much to my discomfort.” Not to mention the arousal still humming through her veins. “It seems I didn’t take a few rules serious enough.”

Grayson set her drink in front of her with an inquisitive look. “I thought Greg and Devin said you attended a club before.”

“She wasn’t truthful about that important tidbit,” Greg stated from behind her as he dropped a hard hand on her shoulder and kept her in place with his grip.

Master Grayson’s face darkened and Avery winced, flicking her another look of pity. “Uh, that probably wasn’t a good idea.”

“Yeah, I found that out.” Kelsey twisted, craning her head up to give Greg a cheeky grin. “I’m still debating whether it was worth it or not.”

Greg couldn’t stop his lips from twitching but managed to remain stern as he replied, “For God’s sake, don’t let Master Devin hear you say that. I’m still trying to smooth his ruffled feathers.” And keep him from saying I told you so. He didn’t need his partner telling him that agreeing to Jordan’s request had been a mistake. He was having enough trouble keeping his hands off Kelsey after seeing her heart shaped ass cherry red and the swollen, slick proof of how her first hard spanking affected her. There was no doubt he wanted her sandwiched between him and Devin, and from the look on his friend’s face when he’d held her quivering on his lap, he was no longer immune to the idea. Greg knew he was in for a lecture when they returned home.