Submitting to Two Doms (Cowboy Doms 5)

Devin cleaned her hands as he answered, “Did you think you would get rewarded with an orgasm for not trusting us? That’s not the way this works, Kelsey.”

Shaking in disbelief as Greg gave her one of his wicked grins and swiped up between her labia, it took every ounce of Kelsey’s control to keep from screaming in frustration. Even after Greg finished, her nipples and clit still ached with soft pulses of arousal. “You’re not serious, are you?” From the looks on their faces as Devin stood and they both tucked their sated members back into their jeans, she knew they were. Any other time, she might enjoy being on her knees naked between them, but not with her body clamoring for relief.

“As a heart attack. But because you are a newbie and still learning, we won’t forbid you from getting yourself off.” With a playful yank on her hair, Greg winked and walked toward the front door.

“See you at dinner.” Devin chucked her under the chin and left with Greg, neither man looking back.

Pushing to her feet, Kelsey padded down the hall to the bathroom. She hadn’t minded masturbating before meeting those two, but now the prospect wasn’t as appealing. Stepping into the shower under the hot spray, she leaned against the wall and dipped one finger inside her pussy, going straight for her clit. Her still damp muscles fluttered as she milked the swollen nub for a quick release. Within seconds, an orgasm clutched around her invading digit, a pleasant, brief euphoria that fell far short of what Greg and Devin could deliver, either separately or together. God, she hoped in her pursuit of a pleasant distraction during these few weeks she hadn’t doomed any future relationships once she returned home. Wouldn’t that suck above all else?

Chapter 11

Greg twisted in the saddle to check on Kelsey for about the fifth time since heading out an hour ago. The Kilpatricks had arrived first thing that morning, just in time to enjoy a big breakfast with everyone. Otis and Silas hadn’t wasted any time taking off for the creek right after eating and he’d left Devin behind to outfit the hunting group with mounts before leading them west to get an early start on grouse hunting since the birds were more active in the early morning cooler hours. He would only go so far with the group as they were familiar with Montana’s hunting ranges, miles away from the ranch’s hiking and riding trails, making it safe to shoot hunting rifles. After testing the young newlyweds and the fifty-something Kilpatricks on their proclaimed riding skills, Greg had started the long, scenic trail ride up the hills, leaving the quicker, shorter route for the return trip down. Once Devin made sure the hunters were acclimated, he planned to meet up with Greg, Kelsey and the two couples on the flattops for a picnic lunch before making the ride back down off the hills with them.

He didn’t know what was bugging him today, but some sixth sense kept prodding Greg into keeping an even closer eye on Kelsey. There was no physical reason why he should feel that urge; she appeared fine. For the first time, she had ventured over to the social hall for breakfast that morning and greeted everyone with her usual cheeky flare, putting her work off to join them. He and Devin had checked on her last night before turning in, only to find her snuggled comfortably in bed, sleeping peacefully. Their scene yesterday must have agreed with her even though she hadn’t looked happy about having to see to her own release. He still found her surprised, disgruntled glare amusing.

But an itch had settled between his shoulders as soon as they hit the trails, an unsettling case of the jitters he hadn’t experienced since leaving the FBI. If it kept up, he planned to call Jordan this evening to see if there was any new information about the man who had attacked Kelsey. Seated on Cleo with a contented smile, her head cocked as she listened to something the Kilpatricks were saying, she appeared at ease. She looked up just then, her cheeks taking on a rosy hue he suspected had nothing to do with the unseasonable, mid-eighties temperature as they attempted to assess each other with their eyes. The girl was definitely not a twenty-four-seven submissive, which suited him just fine, or would if she weren’t returning home soon.

“We’ll be happy to change places with her,” Vickie drawled. The young bride’s mouth curled in a knowing smile.

Greg tipped his hat lower and shook his head. “No need, just making sure everyone’s still with us and not having a problem with their mount. Look there, through the trees.” Pulling to a halt, he pointed toward the mountain goat gingerly making its way down the hillside. He took a few moments to relate some facts about the habitat and other animals to watch for before moving again.

They emerged from the forested trail onto the flattop thirty minutes later to find Devin with his binoculars out, already scouting for wildlife sightings. “This is almost barren compared to the mountainside trek we just took,” Mr. Kilpatrick commented as he dismounted and lifted his arms to assist his wife. She didn’t need the help – both of them had proved to be excellent horsemen – but her smile as she slid into his arms indicated she enjoyed her husband’s chivalry.

“It has its own beauty.” Devin lowered the binoculars and handed them to Kelsey as the others stretched their legs. “Just be sure you stay several feet back from the ledges. Look north. That’s a herd of mule deer.”

Devin’s face softened as Kelsey looked through the glasses and said, “Hey, they’re kind of cool.” With a grin, she handed the binoculars to the newlyweds.

“So, there are some things you find entertaining around here,” Greg whispered in her ear. He didn’t have long to wait for the now familiar teasing look she slid from him to Devin, the one that caused a strange clutch in his chest and sent blood pumping downward to his cock.

“I’ve discovered a couple of fun things that help pass the time. Are we eating lunch over there?” She nodded toward the covered picnic area he and Devin had built, complete with a barbeque pit and two long tables with benches.

“Shortly. Devin and I have to play guide first.” Pointing to the lookout post, he said, “The scopes will give you an even closer view for miles.” He squeezed her shoulder and then nodded at Devin to follow him as the small group walked over to the telescopes.

As soon as Kelsey joined them and was out of earshot on the other side of the hilltop, Devin asked, “What’s up? I know that look. Something’s bugging you.”

Greg shook his head as he kept his eyes on Kelsey. “Fuck if I know. I can’t shake an uneasy feeling and it’s irritating the hell out of me.”

“Neither of us has discounted the occasional odd sensation before, so we won’t start now, but our guests seem fine, and pleased with this outing. And Kelsey’s speaking to us, so she must not be too put out over yesterday’s punishment.” Devin scanned the group with a careful eye.

With a derisive look, Greg scoffed, “It wasn’t much of a punishment. Are we getting soft in our old age?”

“No, and I’m not old so neither are you. But I agree. I’m not sure we did her any favors going easy. She might not get that consideration if she joins a club back home.” Devin’s gaze turned brooding as her laugh resonated around the hilltop.

Greg knew better than to mention Devin’s softening toward the girl. Regardless of caring for her, Kelsey had made it clear from day one she didn’t want to be here and had no intentions of returning after she left. Going back to their discussion about

his unexplainable sixth sense kicking in, he said, “The hunting group checked out, their licenses were in order and other than for dinner and breakfast, I doubt we see much of them. They’re seasoned outdoorsmen, so they know how to take care of themselves and I’m not worried about them.”

“No use in standing here fretting over nothing tangible then. Let’s go do our jobs and stick a little closer to everyone until we get back to the cabins.”

They spent close to two hours walking the flattop and viewing the wide expanse of prairie and distant mountains through the binoculars and telescopes. The group was excited to spot a cougar, a mama bear and her two cubs and a herd of caribou. Greg and Devin had made this trip so many times, the information they relayed about each sighting, whether it was fauna or flora, rolled easily off their tongues. They took time out to eat the sack lunches Mary and Les had put together before giving them another fifteen minutes to explore while they readied the horses for the return trip down.

Kelsey turned from her last look out the telescope and wasn’t surprised to see Devin’s dark gaze on her. She loved having both men’s eyes on her when she stood before them naked, but could do without the hovering and ever watchful looks they’d been subjecting her to all day. Unless they knew something she didn’t, and that would piss her off. As much as she was reaping the rewards of submitting to their sexual demands, she still didn’t want to be here and intended to hold Jordan and Theresa to their promise and hightail it home in ten days. She had no doubt the cramp in her abdomen when she thought of saying goodbye to her hosts would disappear as soon as she got back to Philly.

“This has been fun, hasn’t it, dear?” Mrs. Kilpatrick smiled as the five of them strolled toward the horses upon Greg’s wave.

“It has, although my butt might be saddle weary by the time we get back down.” The slight soreness Kelsey already felt was nothing like the pleasant ache from a spanking. She gave a mental headshake at the wayward thought. I really need to quit with those comparisons.

“Greg mentioned taking a shortcut back down.” Jeffrey Sorenson glanced around from in front of her and the Kilpatricks as he swung his wife’s hand.