Captured by Cowboys (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 1)

Bryant’s lips feathered along her neck, raising her temperature several notches. “Time to get you on the bench, baby.”

Her nipples and clit were tingling in anticipation as he and Cody tied her to the bench with ropes, real ropes.

“What your Masters, my brothers, are doing, little one, is trussing you to the bench so you can’t move. We could’ve used handcuffs, but we want you completely immobile. Each of us carries two pairs of scissors in case you start to panic beyond the pleasurable state we want you in. Do you trust us, slave?”

“Yes, Master,” she choked out, since getting enough oxygen in her lungs was becoming increasingly difficult. She was so turned on, and they’d only stripped away her clothes. God, she would never tire of their commands from their mouths, their hands, and yes, even their cocks. She could feel the bite of the ropes on all her flesh save one place, her bottom. The bites there would come from Blackie. She gulped, thinking about Emmett, who she could no longer see, standing behind her, staring at her ass, and holding the wicked punishing tool in his hand.

“I’m done with my knots,” Cody informed in a deep, lusty tone.

Bryant brushed the hair out of her eyes, giving her a little dose of courage and a whole bunch of goose bumps. “Me, too. Our slave is ready for her punishment.”

“How about a blindfold and ball gag?” Cody’s suggestion heightened her tremors. “I know we didn’t talk about using them, but I think our pet might get more out of the experience if we did.”

“Good thinking,” Emmett said. “But just the blindfold tonight. I want to hear her screams. Color, slave?”

Cody carefully covered her eyes.

“Green, Master.” The truth was her green was vacillating in shades of worry and want. Still, she couldn’t believe how easily she was settling into her cowboys’ lifestyle. She was taking to BDSM play lickety-split. Lick? God, please lick me again, Emmett. She didn’t dare say it out loud or anything else for that matter unless instructed to speak or answer. She didn’t want Emmett to change his mind on the ball gag thingy Cody had mentioned.

“Let us train our slave, brothers.” Emmett’s voice was harsher than she’d ever heard it, sending butterflies aloft in her belly.

“You.”

The first whack from Blackie in Emmett’s hand to the very middle of her ass shocked a scream out of her, but she couldn’t move even an inch with Cody’s and Bryant’s ropes around her. The sting continued to sizzle when he removed it from her backside.

“Will.”

The next whack landed in the center of her left cheek. Blackie’s chomp sizzled on her flesh, causing her nipples and clitoris to throb like mad.

“Obey.” Her right cheek was scorched by the monstrous paddle’s next attack, releasing a flood of tears from her eyes and pussy.

“You.” Thwack. “Will.” Thwack. “Obey.” Thwack.

Over and over, Emmett said the same words, punctuating them with Blackie’s teeth to her ass.

Never had she felt such overwhelming heat or mind-blowing dizziness. Every spank chipped away at her resistance, her hesitation, her walls, her doubts. The more the paddle landed on her now-molten ass, the more she surrendered herself to them. Trust. Absolute and total.

“Color?” Her Master’s voice came through the delicious haze, filling her with rapture.

“Green, Master.” Her own words seemed distant and faraway.

“Are you ready to obey us, little one? Always?”

“Yes, Masters. Always.”

“Sweet surrender,” Emmett said in a hushed tone that sounded like satisfaction to her.

“Beautiful,” Bryant added in a similar timbre.

“She’s ours. All ours,” Cody said in a resonance matching his brothers’.

Their praise filled her with pride. She’d pleased her Masters.

“You’re my everything, Amber.” Cody’s words reached into her and her heart swelled. She felt his lips on her forehead. “I love you, baby.”

Before she could respond to him, another pair of hands caressed her. Bryant’s deep tone vibrated along her skin. “You’ve changed me, sweetheart. I promise to spend the rest of my life making sure you know how much I love you.” He kissed her cheek.

The passion in Bryant’s voice filled her with joy. She parted her lips to confess how she felt about him, but then Emmett placed his hand gently over her mouth before she could.