Submitting to Two Doms (Cowboy Doms 5)

Kelsey started to twiddle her thumbs, suspicion clouding her eyes as her brows dipped in a frown. “Why?”

Devin spun on his heel, his tone taking on a darker edge with his answer. “Because I said to.” The thrill of satisfaction running through him when she padded behind him without complaint shouldn’t feel so good, and he refused to read anything more into it than a sub pleasing him with her obedience. Her sudden, indrawn breath told him the moment she spotted Greg standing by the sofa in the den, holding a silicone hand paddle down at his side.

“Little bit, we’re not happy with you,” Greg said as soon as she reached him, Devin moving to flank her on the other side. “Strip.”

She stiffened, but there was no denying the pucker of her nipples under the thin tee shirt. “Is this because I was in a bad mood yesterday, because if so…”

Devin held up a hand and she clamped her lips together, the spark of irritation in her wide eyes at odds with the twirling of her thumbs. “We’re going to address the reason for your pissy mood. You were put out because we didn’t take the time to explore more of your interest in the lifestyle, but just like at the club, you never considered we might have had a reason for stepping back for a day, did you?”

Kelsey bit her lip, a look of chagrin crossing her face as she flicked a wary glance from him to Greg before muttering a lame defense. “I figured you were too busy working.”

“Well, you figured wrong. I don’t like to repeat an order twice, but given you’re still a newbie, I’ll make one exception. Strip.” Greg snapped the red hand-shaped rubber end of the paddle against his thigh.

She’s so small, Devin thought, watching her pull her top off and then shimmy out of her tight jeans. They didn’t fuck all the women they shared at the same time, reserving that pleasure for the few who showed an interest in double penetration. Neither of them could tell if Kelsey was interested in going that far, but if she was, they would have to give it careful consideration before indulging her. Her size alone might make it impossible. He admitted he wouldn’t mind pinning that petite, soft body under him for a long ride between her thighs. But it was how badly he’d been aching to do so ever since he’d felt her tight, slick muscles squeezing his fingers that needed examining. That was why he’d used the hairbrush on her; he hadn’t been sure he could hold back if he felt her wet heat again. That was a hard truth to admit since he’d fought against welcoming her here and was also why he’d come up with this scene for today. He knew his best friend too well to tell Greg that.

Greg moved behind her as he stepped forward and cupped her nape, tilting her head back. “In case you haven’t figured it out, Master Greg and I have been Doms a long time and, believe it or not, we know what we’re doing. You’re not only a newbie, but you have a small, tight body. Neither of us would risk causing you physical damage by pushing too hard too fast, hence, the day off to give you time to both mentally and physically adjust to our preferences.”

“Oh.” A quick, teasing grin lit up her face as she leaned into Devin. “Does this mean my reprieve is over?”

“It means,” Greg stated, snapping the spanker on her right buttock, “that you have another lesson coming. You already know to say red to put a halt on what we’re doing. But if you’re unsure, say yellow and we’ll pause to address your concerns. If you’re good and we ask for a color, give us the green light for continue. Got it?” He swatted her other cheek and she yelped in surprise.

“Yes, yes, I got it.” Her rushed tone changed to wariness as Devin released her nape and pulled the small vial of peppermint oil from his pocket.

“Some women like this, some find it too intense. You will let us know if that’s the case with you.” After rubbing the oil into both nipples and feeling them grow taut under his finger, he handed the bottle to Greg. “It’s time for you to make up to your Doms for your lack of trust.” With a quick, hard kiss, he lowered his zipper and released his cock into his hand before taking a seat on the sofa. He waited until Greg stuck one booted foot between her feet and nudged them further apart before ordering, “Spread your pussy open for Master Greg, baby.”

Kelsey gulped as she dropped her hands to her labia. She should feel bad for not trusting in their experience more but was too excited about the prospect of taking that beautiful cock in her mouth. Fellatio had always been a tit for tat part of sex for her; if her partner was willing to go down on her, she was happy to reciprocate. But for the first time, she wanted to put her mouth on a man’s straining erection for no other reason than to please him. That in itself gave her a pleasurable vibe that popped up goosebumps along her arms.

Her nipples warmed and tingled from the oil. She was already damp, her thumbs sliding along her labia as she tried to get enough traction to push the puffy folds apart. She was both mortified and aroused by Devin’s dark eyes pinned to her crotch and Greg’s oily fingers gliding between her cheeks, over her anus on their way to her pussy from behind, the chaotic responses spiking her pulse and snagging her breath.

“Oh, God,” Kelsey choked as Greg went right for her clit as soon as she managed to spread her slick lips. The brush of oil on the sensitive bundle of already swollen nerves worked as diabolically there as it did on her nipples. But they didn’t give her time to adjust to the arousing stimulation as Greg palmed her shoulders and pushed her to her knees between Devin’s spread thighs.

Leaning over her, he whispered in her ear, “Take him in your mouth, Kelsey. Let me watch you please my friend.”

She could no more turn away from his dark commanding voice than she could resist the temptation to taste the pearl droplet seeping from Devin’s smooth cock head. As soon as her knees hit the braided rug, she bent forward and wrapped her lips around his crown. With one swipe of her tongue, she tasted his essence and basked in the low groan rumbling from his chest above her. Her nipples and clit throbbed and heated even more, the targeted sensations distracting her from her duty until the sharp slap of the spanker hit the under curve of one cheek.

“Focus, little bit.” Greg swatted her other side, the dual stings working to center her.

Kelsey pushed at Devin’s hand still wrapped around the wide width of his length, pleased when he let go and let her take his place. So hard, so hot, a rod of silk covered steel. His cock seared her palm where she could feel his blood pumping through the thick veins. Closing her eyes, she dipped down, tightened her lips and took long, slow licks around and up and down his rigid length. Hard, calloused hands cupped her breasts, fingers tugged on her engorged, burning clit and steady swats of that small rubber hand covered her quivering backside.

The stinging taps peppering her buttocks spurred her on, the one landing between her legs, on the tender skin of her labia, shook her to the core. Through the storm of sensations battering her body, she worked his straining shaft. Tight suctions as she pulled up, light tongue swirls as she descended. Devin jerked in her mouth as she pressed her tongue under the rim of his mushroom cap, his low curse forcing her eyes open.

“Breathe, baby,” he instructed, releasing one breast to tug on her hair and pull her off him.

Shaking with the deep breath she took, Kelsey glanced up at Greg as he caressed her buttocks with the spanker. The lust she saw swirling in his green gaze begged for release. She tightened her hand on Devin as she reached out and tried to tug Greg’s zipper down. “Shit. You’ll have to help or risk getting pinched.”

“Wouldn’t want that. Are you sure, Kelsey?” he asked, covering her hand with his.

She replied without hesitation. “Green. How’s that for an answer?”

Devin pinched her nipple with a warning. “Don’t get cheeky. We have to be sure.”

Damn, this strict protocol shit can be cool, but it can also be a pain. Of course, she didn’t say that aloud, just smiled sweetly and replied, “Sorry, Sir.”

Greg shook his head and freed his erection into her waiting hand. Pumping Devin’s cock, she dipped her he

ad over Greg’s shaft, his girth and length filling and stretching her mouth every bit as much as Devin’s had. Moving back and forth between the two, she pumped and sucked, stroked and squeezed, loving their hands running all over her, wherever they could reach. Her breathing quickened along with theirs as she found pleasure in arousing them. Greg jumped in her hand with a deep groan as Devin did the same in her mouth. Lifting her head, she licked her lips as she jerked on both cocks until they spewed their releases onto her hands. She’d been so intent on pleasing them, she’d forgotten about her own burning need until she saw Devin reach across to the end table and grab a handful of wipes.

“What are you doing?” she gasped as he handed some to Greg who used his to cleanse the oil from her nipples.