Submitting to Two Doms (Cowboy Doms 5)

Somehow, Kelsey wasn’t surprised to find herself responding to his playful touches with as much enthusiasm and wet heat as she did to his harsher treatment of her backside. For a solid ten minutes, he kept her awash in a myriad of sensations, varying his softer touches and manipulations with harder squeezing and pressing of her malleable flesh. By the time he stopped and caressed her trembling buttocks, she lay like a limp, wet noodle, her pussy spasming in empty neediness. She was sure when she returned home and looked back on this moment, she would feel shameful of her current state considering he’d just been ‘playing’ with her. But that was later; this was now.

Greg jerked Kelsey from her fogged euphoria with the touch of his rough finger gliding between her buttocks. Tensing her cheeks, she whispered, “Sir?” as he breached her puckered hole with the lube’s nozzle, a sudden cold ripple replacing the warmth she was just basking in.

“Playtime’s over. You pushed both of us into this relationship, Kelsey, and now it’s time for another lesson in what that means. This will be cool at first.”

He was right. A squirt of ointment dampened and chilled her dark channel, but when he replaced the tube with the smooth, rounded tip of the plug while teasing the damp seam of her pussy lips, heat returned, blossoming deep inside her. “That feels funny, and good.” She groaned as the soft oval object slid inside with ease until the only part left out was the short dangling cord with the small bulb on the end.

Greg tickled her clit with a teasing stroke as he said, “This will likely feel even stranger. Deep breath as I inflate the plug.”

It took only a few pumps to fill enough air into the intruding toy to put pressure against the hidden, unbeknown nerve endings lining her rectum. Kelsey shook as she released her breath, Greg’s soothing strokes over her buttocks and slow dips in and out of her sheath helping her adjust to the foreign sensations and slight discomfort that was already easing as he turned her over.

Rooting out her clit, he hugged her tight against him, demanding, “Come for me, Kelsey.”

And just like that, she exploded in climax, grabbing his wrist to keep him from pulling all the way out of her gripping pussy. As pleasure engulfed her body, turning her nipples into stiff peaks and her vagina into a wet, clutching inferno, she marveled at how talented he was at using one digit to fragment her into a million vibrating pieces.

Greg marveled at Kelsey’s response as he held her small, trembling body close, giving her a few seconds to come down from the orgasmic high before tipping up her chin and inspecting her face. He noted the blush that could have come from embarrassment, but after checking her eyes and seeing the sated bliss reflected in the bright blue depths, he figured it stemmed more from arousal. Fuck but he couldn’t wait to get inside her. Not yet, but soon, he vowed.

“Good girl. I want you to leave the plug in for an hour and then remove it.” Nudging her up, he stood and gave her a quick, hard kiss. “The clinic starts in ten minutes. Don’t be late.” He turned before letting go with a wide grin at the stunned look on her face as she realized he meant for her to attend part of the horse clinic with the plug still in place.

Devin was already in one corral with Thor, demonstrating the proper way to saddle and mount to the guests standing around at the rail. Tom was in the next enclosure with several horses, giving a few guests the chance to practice mounting and dismounting. He joined them on the sidelines, ready to answer questions as he kept an eye out for Kelsey. When he spotted her walking with hesitant steps toward them, he struggled to hold back his grin. She might question and think about balking, but damned if the girl didn’t have grit and a cock gripping way of embracing new kinks.

She’d missed the first part of this morning’s instructions, but since they had consisted of going over mostly safety tips she already knew, Greg didn’t bother filling her in. He would rather stand there for the next thirty minutes watching the expressions cross her face every time she moved but as Devin wound down his instruction phase, he pivoted to go get Cherokee and take his turn at the helm.

Most of the group had ridden before, so they were able to wrap up the morning’s instructions an hour later. Devin took names of those who wanted to go on the afternoon hike as Greg slid the saddle off his stallion and turned to put it over the rail. He checked the time as soon as he saw Kelsey still at the rail, now conversing with Otis and Silas who had just shown up. Lifting his hand, he snagged her attention, scowled and pointed to the house. She’d left the plug in too long, obviously unaware of the health risks that could impose. The fact she’d grown comfortable with the new toy boded well for her ability to take both him and Devin at the same time, a prospect that sent his blood on a torrential rush surging through his veins.

She returned his frown, her mouth tightening in irritation, but then said something to the older men who had taken a shine to her before stomping toward the front porch. She didn’t like being bossed around, but she would learn there were times it was needed even if she wasn’t in a scene with one or both of them.

Kelsey marched into the house, welcoming the cool air against her heated face as she strode down the hall toward the bathroom. Pulling down her jeans, she deflated the plug and removed it, a shudder racking her body as the softened sides glided along the sensitive lining of her butt. By the time the guys had ended this morning’s clinic session and she turned to greet Otis and Silas, she’d grown comfortable enough with the foreign object nestled inside her not to squirm. It had only taken one step to stir her arousal back to life.

Cupping a hand between her legs, seeping juices coated her palm as she glared at the slutty bitch and muttered, “Are you never satisfied?” Her answer was another drip of cream. With a mental headshake at her continued craving for more, she yanked up her jeans. Either her sex life before meeting Greg and Devin was even more lacking than she’d thought all this time or those two were more potent than she’d bargained for.

Greg’s silent command outside had irritated her at first, but as she now found herself adjusting to the emptiness inside her butt as opposed to the unaccustomed fullness, her annoyance slipped away. Maybe he knew what he was doing after all and she should continue to go with the flow since their attention had perked up her stay here exponentially.

Things grew quieter outside as she settled down to work, most of the guests going on the afternoon hike with their hosts. Kelsey welcomed the silence as she pulled up the new accounts she had yet to get organized enough to send them back to the clients. Several hours later, her growling stomach and the return of the trail exploring party had her doing a quick check of her work. It surprised her to see how much she’d accomplished without even realizing how fast and accurately she’d made more sense of the numbers sent to her.

Kelsey refused to delve too deeply into why it pleased her so much when Devin and Greg took seats on either side of her at dinner a short time later. Just because she enjoyed their attention even when they weren’t tormenting her butt or giving her a mind-blowing orgasm didn’t mean anything other than she liked them. Nothing wrong with that she kept telling herself as they urged her to socialize with the guests along with them. Greg challenged her to a game of pool as the hour grew late and Devin joined a poker game with Tom, Les and a few others. After she insisted she let Greg win, she helped Mary in the kitchen until the motherly woman noticed the tiredness pulling at her and sent her back to the house.

Since her bossiness felt more like caring, she caved and fell asleep as soon as she crawled under the covers to the sound of the guys coming in for the night.

The next morning, Kelsey didn’t have to wait to open the bathroom door to see Devin; he stood leaning against the counter as she stepped out of the shower, the towel now out of her reach. Pushing her wet hair off her face, she stood still under his blatant perusal of her dripping naked body, those dark eyes heating her more than the steam from the hot shower.

“Don’t either of you ever knock?” she asked with a breathless catch as he slid his eyes up to her face.

“Sure, on each other’s doors. Not yours. Bend over the counter,” he instructed.

“Why?” The question came automatically, as did the thrill skating down her spine. That was until his jaw went rigid and a flame leapt to life in his eyes as he reached for her.

With a push between her shoulders, he bent her at the hips as Kelsey caught him picking up her brush from her sideview. “That answer reminds me about your lie. Any woman who spent time in a club would know to either reply with a color or obey.”

He brought the flat side of the wooden brush down on first her right buttock and then the left, the two swats fast and painful enough to draw a screech. Kelsey reached behind her to rub her aching backside but before she reached her goal, Devin had her hands shackled together in one large hand at her back.

“I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself. Hold still. It’s time for your plug.”

A groan spilled from Kelsey’s throat as she lay with her breasts and cheek pressed against the granite counter while he worked the greased, deflated toy past her tight sphincter and into her butt. What did it say about her she found his heavy-handedness as appealing as Greg’s lighter approach yesterday, or about the welcome sigh that slipped out of her mouth as he inflated the plug one extra pump more than last time? She couldn’t stop from wiggling her hips as she adjusted to the fullness again, but then he had the gall to spread her labia and slowly twist the wooden brush handle into her pussy.

“Shit!” She craned her head up to glare back at him despite the copious wetness that greeted the handle’s insertion, her stomach and thighs trembling in reaction. “Are you really using my brush?”

He taunted her with a sardonic curl of his lips as he drawled, “I really am. Your pussy doesn’t seem to mind.” With another slow turn, the embedded handle widened her slick walls, adding to the overcrowded stuffy sensation now encompassing her entire lower half.