Bridled: Bitter Creek Doms #1 (5 page)

“
No,” Quinn says, shaking
his head slowly, deliberately. “Not just that. We talked about you
becoming ours, Mel. It’s our place to protect you.” I bristle
inside at the suggestion, not because I don’t want their
protection, but because so few people in my life have delivered on
promises like that. “Assuming you trust us,” he adds
pointedly.

Zach looks down his perfectly straight
nose at me. “That’s the big question right there. Do you trust us,
sunshine?” It takes me several seconds to work up a nod,
half-hearted, apprehensive. “Looks like we need to put that to the
test. Right now.”

“
You want my cuffs?” Quinn
asks just as he had yesterday.

Gathering up a couple of lengths of
rope draped over one low wall of the shed, Zach tells him, “No, she
likes to be tied.”

I can’t breathe as Zach latches onto
one wrist and loops the scratchy rope around it. It’s happening
again, after I’ve been so afraid it wouldn’t, but I’m so tired and
still smarting from how disappointed Quinn sounded with me and not
sure at all I’m ready to believe they won’t turn and run from
Bitter Creek—from me—like they did before.

When he’s got one of my wrists tied
with those beautiful knots, Zach uses the lead end to drag me over
to the low wall. “Kneel,” he orders. I’m so nervous that my knees
shake and go weak. I don’t so much obey as collapse to the ground
when Zach’s hand comes down on my shoulder.

Zach ties me facing the fence, the
rope looped over the top of the pointed slats and secured to my
other wrist. It’s getting real for me, tied helpless again, the two
men I desire most, who I so want to please but don’t quite trust,
looming over me from behind.

Quinn’s fingers thread into my hair,
the long blond strands hanging loose today. His fingertips massage
my scalp, sending shivers down my neck and back. “When that old
boyfriend dominated you,” he asks softly, “what did you like
best?”

Facing the fence, I admit in a
whisper, “When he bent me over the bed and belted me.”

Zach makes a little grunt of interest
at this statement. “Did he make it hurt? A few strokes? A lot? Can
you take it good and hard?”

“
Yes,” I respond, still not
looking up, too nervous, too distracted by the pounding of my
heartbeat in my ears and the tingling in my overly wet pussy. Then
I add hesitantly, “I think so.”

Quinn’s warm lips are on my cheek then
as he crouches behind me and leans in close. “We’re going to find
out,” he warns me as his hands come up to cup my heavy, aching
tits. He kneads them until my head falls back against his shoulder
and a moan breaks from my lips.

Then he grabs two fistfuls of my
t-shirt and rips it violently from my body while I yelp in surprise
and panic. I wouldn’t have guessed it would be so easy to rip a
woman’s bra off, either, but he knows just where to yank the straps
and catch the weak spots in the stitching. Then I’m topless, my
chest pumping hard for breath as I get closer and closer to finding
out how much of myself I’m really capable of giving
them.

The chill morning air hits my bare
nipples and hardens them to the point of pain. I’d give anything
for Quinn to take them in his hot mouth again.

There’s no time to get used to the
strange vulnerability of being half-naked out in the open before
Quinn’s hands move to my shorts. As he’s pushing them and my soaked
white panties down to my knees, I roll my head to one side to see
Zach pointedly tugging his thick leather belt out of his jeans. It
unfurls along one leg, hanging there in readiness to fulfill an
unspoken promise…and threat. No less dangerous is the huge ridge in
the front of his pants where his cock has risen in reaction to me
tied helpless and naked.

I look over the other shoulder when
Quinn moves away, stands, draws his own belt out of the loops on
his jeans.

Thwack!

Zach’s first lash against the smooth
round cheeks of my bare ass lands without warning, and a high
squeal bursts from my mouth before I can bite my lip.

“
That sweet voice does
carry, doesn’t it?” Zach chuckles as I pant through the transition
that makes me like being hit with a belt. It’s those few moments as
the sharp, hot pain breaks up into tingling warmth while blood
rushes to the wide, thick welt. Zach catches me open-mouthed as I
gasp and mew. He forces a stiff leather rod between my lips. I
whimper in question and concern as he buckles it behind my head.
“It’s called a bit gag. Should keep the screaming to a dull roar.
We don’t want half the county coming to rescue you, do we,
trouble?”

Kneeling again on my other side, Quinn
takes hold of my chin to make me look at him. “Listen to me, baby.
I’m going to tell you the rules. Just because you’re gagged doesn’t
excuse you from answering when we speak to you. You still have to
call us sir. Also, keep your legs spread at all times. Keep your
pussy open and ready for us, for whatever we want. Remember that
you may not come without permission, but if we tell you to come for
us, you must do so immediately. Do you understand?”

“
Yes, sir,” I struggle to
say through the gag. It’s a little humiliating trying to talk like
this, but I suspect that’s the point. I find it unexpectedly
exciting being gagged with a leather bit, bridled. Before yesterday
I would have doubted I could just climax on command, but they’ve
had me so hot for so long that I truly believe I could
today.

“
Good girl,” he tells me
with a smile and straightens again, just before another stroke
across my ass from Zach sets my skin aflame. When I squeal again
and turn to gaze back at my blond tormenter, tears rising to the
corners of my eyes, Quinn whips his belt against my abused cheeks
from the other side.

They take turns, perfectly timed. A
lash from Zach, a frantic heartbeat, a hard stroke from Quinn,
another frenzied beat. It’s different from having my ex-boyfriend
belting me, maybe because there’s two of them or because of the
timing or because the blows are getting harder and faster. The
sting and the tingling and warmth all bleed together, until I’m
making wild circles with my hips after each strike, desperate to
have something driven deep into my pussy. I’m biting so deep into
the bit that my teeth ache.

This time it’s Zach who leans down to
kiss and nuzzle my cheek, to cup my face in his large hand. “You
can definitely take a belting. I shouldn’t be surprised. And damn
but that pretty round ass is even sexier all red like
that.”

“
Thank you, sir,” I mewl
through the bit.

“
Can you take more?” Zach
asks, wicked blue eyes gleaming.

“
Please fuck me,” I
beg.

“
What was that?” he prods,
though his grin tells me he understood me just fine.

“
Please fuck me,
sir.”

He tsks me. “I asked if you can take
more.”

Sighing out around the gag, I nod.
“Yes, sir.”

I’m not expecting them to twist me
around so my arms are crossed high and tight above my head and I’m
facing them instead of the fence. It’s almost unbearable, seeing
them looking so hot and hard, standing in front of me with belts in
hand, hard-ons straining at their crotches. Quinn’s face is still
shadowed by his cowboy hat, but his shirt is open again, and he’s
rubbing his massive erection through his jeans with his free hand.
Zach, looming with legs planted wide, angles his hips in just the
right way to flex the taut muscles along the sinfully perfect abs
visible past his open shirt and to allow his own huge bulge to jut
forward enticingly.

They make me wonder what they’re going
to do to me now, as Zach positions himself almost directly in front
of me, Quinn off to my right. When Zach draws one arm back, rotates
his muscular shoulder and hip, I have about a second to prepare
myself for what I see coming. His belt licks out like a tongue of
fire against my freshly shaved cunt lips. It’s nowhere near as hard
a lash as what he gave my ass, but it doesn’t need to be to make my
whole groin sting. The sensation shoots up sharp and hot into my
pussy, penetrating me as hard and deep as a cock. Behind the gag, I
yelp and moan and curse incoherently.

When Zach steps back, it is Quinn’s
turn to snap his belt across my bare, aching tits. The tip of the
leather strap catches my left nipple and makes me squirm wildly,
arch up, twist away. They keep me writhing and keening, alternating
lashes against my throbbing slit and my tender breasts, until my
groin and my chest are glowing pink with heat.

The orgasm sneaks up on me, a distant
twitching deep inside me one moment, an urgent demand the next.
“Please,” I struggle to say around the leather bit. “Please, sir,
may I come?” My eyes plead with the men in turn.

Quinn kneels beside me, kissing my
neck and massaging my abused tits, while Zach continues his belting
of my burning cunt. “Yes, come for us,” Quinn hisses into my ear.
“Now.”

He hasn’t even finished giving me
permission when my climax shudders through me, exploding and
surging through my veins from my pussy outward. I pull taut against
my restraints, my body arching hard for about four thunderous
heartbeats, before I sag sideways into Quinn’s arms. My hips keep
making little frantic circles, my cunt pulsing and trying to clench
down on a cock that isn’t there. In contrast to the slightly cool
morning breeze, chilling my sweat-dampened skin, Quinn’s body is so
warm as I relax against him.

Zach untying my hands rouses me from
the languor of a good, hard orgasm. He doesn’t ungag me or take the
ropes from my wrists but instead uses the leads to pull me clumsily
to my feet. I follow him into the shed and lean back against Quinn,
pressed up close and warm and firm behind me, as Zach spreads a
fresh horse blanket down on the ground amid the hay that has fallen
loose.

I quickly find myself on my knees on
that blanket with Zach crouched behind me. Faster than I would have
thought possible, he is winding thin rope into an intricate harness
over my shoulders and tits, down my ribs and stomach, between my
legs. I still don’t understand why the restraint turns me on so
much, not just the helplessness but the constant underlying urge to
struggle—all the while hoping I’ll lose, that I won’t get free,
that they’ll ravage me and make me like it.

Quinn, on his knees to front of me,
kisses my cheeks and my tensed jaw. “With the harness, we can tie
you in more ways than you can imagine,” he whispers to me.
“Positions that will spread you wide for us. That will keep you
arched and displayed for us. Make it easier for us both to fuck you
at once.”

My eyes flare, and the slick walls of
my pussy twitch, despite that fact that I’ve only just come a few
minutes ago. Quinn smiles and chuckles lightly, his breathing
thicker and hotter as he continues to nibble and caress me. “Don’t
be afraid, Mel. You’ll get to a point where you always want us both
at the same time, your whole body filled at once.”

The thought makes me panic, because I
can see how easily that would be true. This has already been the
most intense sexual experience of my life, with the two men of my
dreams. I know nothing else—no one else—will ever compare, making
me even more afraid of them leaving me behind again.

They don’t give me time to worry about
it now. Zach is abruptly pushing me forward, his hand in the middle
of my back. While he folds and secures my arms behind my back,
wrist to opposite elbow, Quinn holds my head by the hair and rubs
his hard-on over my face. I nuzzle his erection with a renewed wave
of hunger, urgency. It makes me strain against the ropes,
tightening them, causing them to bite into my flesh. I think that’s
the idea.

I whimper against Quinn’s bulging
crotch as I feel Zach tracing one of the freshly washed horse
brushes I keep in the shed over my battered ass. The bristles are
just stiff enough to torment the faint welts, just soft enough to
make my skin tingle and burn with renewed blood flow.

“
That’s our filly,” Zach
teases. “Arch for it.” Until he says this, I hadn’t realized I was
leaning deeper, pushing my bottom up for more.

“
Let me have it,” Quinn
says, and a moment later, I’ve been flipped over onto my sore ass
so that I’m leaning back against his chest while he runs the brush
over my nipples.

“
Oh god,” I moan over and
over, tossing my head back and forth, bowing my spine and
squirming. The pleasure in my nipples is halfway between the sharp
sting of little needles and unbearable tickling,
tingling.

Quinn’s free hand grabs me under one
knee and pulls my legs wide apart as Zach leans down to shove his
face deep between the smooth, wet lips of my pussy. The blond
tongues my hole and my clit thoroughly, roughly. His mouth is so
hot against my sex, his tongue writhing and lapping and lashing my
oversensitive nub. A constant throbbing blooms and mounts inside my
quivering snatch, like small orgasms following one after another.
When Zach raises his head, his handsome face is slick with my
juices. Were it not for the gag, I’d kiss and lick every bit of my
cream from his tanned skin.

Instead, I can only watch breathlessly
as Zach straightens up onto his knees, shirks off his jacket and
shirt, and ceremoniously unbuttons his jeans to free a cock as
equally impressive as Quinn’s. It might be a little thicker, a bit
more veined, the head slightly broader. I can’t stop myself from
wondering if I’ll feel the difference when they are both stuffed
inside me at once. The thought that had panicked me a few minutes
ago now leaves me shivering with anticipation—cold shills shooting
up my back and neck. Quinn makes it worse…or better…by making
little circles with the brush around each of my nipples in turn.
The rigid nibs ache to be sucked and pulled and twisted.