Dark, Dangerous, Delicious - Control (3 page)

The voice was husky, sensual and dripping with sexual innuendos. And Brittany could melt into the tile floor. “Granger.” God, oh God what were they going to do? Did she care? Holy moly she wanted nothing but wicked sex. She turned around and the way they were looking at her was flat out depraved. This very moment was like being a little girl with two perfect Ken dolls in front of her.
Holy fuck.
And they’d come loaded for bear. The thick rope Rusty held in his hand was both inviting as well as terrifying. There was a moment she knew they were going to tie her up, use as they saw fit. And lordy she was so ready. She looked at the other man and her knees knocked, yet Granger had been the single man she would have fallen head over heels in love with years before. Right now she could have both in her life forever. Oh yes she was in so much trouble.

“None other, sugar and I think you were talking about Rusty and myself,” Granger murmured, his expression telling everyone exactly what he was thinking. And what he was hungering for.

“Somehow I don’t think I’m needed here any longer,” Fiona mused as she patted Brittany on the arm.

“We can take care of the girl in all the right ways,” Rusty said as he moved closer, twirling the rope in his hand.

Chuckling, Fiona winked at Brittany and as she refilled her wine and gave all three a shameless grin. She purred, the tone exaggerated.

Brittany shook her head. Her friend enjoyed the melodramatic a bit too much.

“You mean in the ways she needs, the ones she craves, and with using a strong hand,” Granger added.

“Oh no doubt. Just watch cause I think you might have to tie the wild girl down.” Fiona’s eyes flashed.

There was no way Brittany could be any wetter than she was. In truth, she had to fight to keep from panting. A strong hand? Mmm…
They’re just men. That’s it. Men.
But they were so much more to her. They might be… Nope. She couldn’t think that way. As her best friend walked away, leaving her very much alone with two voracious men, she steadied her nerves and turned to face them. Her
butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-your-mouth
look was met with amusement. She took two steps back, her eyes never leaving the rope. Rusty was the state rope ‘em and ride ‘em champion and she knew better than to challenge him. Well, maybe just a little. “I was just reminiscing about old times.”

“Old times?” Granger asked as he inched closer. “From what I heard you were considering eating us for supper and then some. Funny thing is, I think we might be doing the consuming.”

“I guess that would make me the tasty chocolate cream dessert,” Rusty added as he crowded her space, sliding the end of the rope down the length of her arm.

Oh boy, oh boy.
She hadn’t been prepared for the full court press. Unsure of what to say, she looked back and forth between them, her nipples scraping hard against the tiny top she realized she was wearing. Darting a glance across the beautiful landscape, she could see there wasn’t anyone around – at least yet. Hmm… “Well, boys.”

“Boys?” Rusty asked as he laughed. “I have a feeling you need several lessons. Hard whippings.”

“In fact, I think it’s time to show her that we’re the boss around here, head of household. Granger huffed as he ripped off his shirt.

“Fuck me…” Brittany breathed, her heart fluttering for all the right reasons. Head of household meant they were serious. Had she known this all along? All the late night fantasies and time spent with vibrators were now pushed into the outer reaches of her mind. Granger had been a demanding boy so many years before and all controlling, but now this was on a completely different level.

“Deal accepted and that mouth of yours is going to garner you a whipping,” Rusty growled and grabbed her around the waist, yanking her against his chest.

A whipping? Oh God… The feel of his hard body pressed against her, in all his throbbing glory, was enough to make her swoon. She gripped his massive forearms and didn’t realize a moan escaped her lips until Rusty grinned and crushed his mouth over hers. Now she was melting into a molten pool of chocolate as he lifted her off her feet. Their tongues entwining, she slid her arms around his waist as the taste of him filled her with the kinds of fantasies no good girl should have. All the while the rope stayed close to her body, reminding her in no uncertain terms what he was going to do with the bindings.

“Yes, very nice. I think it’s going to be sheer joy taming you.” Granger moved behind her, yanking her shirt from her riding pants. “And today you’re going to learn a very powerful lesson. Never tease two dominating men lest you receive a lesson you’ll never forget.”

They moved quickly, giving her little time to react, and suddenly Brittany couldn’t think straight. She wasn’t a prude but doing this in the open where any of the ranch hands could see, perhaps join in? Oh my God!
Throw your inhibitions to the wind.
Her little voice was nagging but so very right.

Rusty kept her in his arms, the heat growing more passionate. Brittany moaned into the kiss the second Granger unbuttoned her shirt, tugging the material back. When he cupped her breasts, kneading and squeezing, she pushed hard against Rusty, breaking the connection and whimpering. “Shit…I…”

Granger intertwined his fingers in her hair and yanked her head back as he breathed a swath of hot air across her cheek. “We’re going to take you in every hole, sweet princess. But first you have to learn to obey.”

“Obey?” Her voice was barely audible. Obey was a nirvana of words, one she so longed to hear.

“Obey without question. Just imagine what it’s going to feel like with two stiff cocks thrust inside of you,” Rusty lowered his voice as he took a step back. Growling, he held up the rope and nodded before deliberately laying the woven strands on top of the table. “And we’re going to make certain that you don’t get away.” Tilting his head, he narrowed his eyes as he unfastened her button and zipper.

I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Brittany was so over heated she could barely think straight. They’d played this game for over a week, testing the waters. She’d teased them with lust filled looks and dressing scantily in provocative clothing. She’d brushed against them and made certain she moaned at all the right times, doing everything she could to entice the men who’d embroiled every sinful dream. Right now she didn’t care if she was in the middle of a crowded airport. She wanted these two men to take her, fuck her and dominate her. “Yes. I will obey.”

“Good girl.”

Pushing her forward, Granger jerked down the back of her pants, exposing her ass, the slip of a thong hiding nothing. He rubbed her ass cheeks as he nuzzled into her neck. “Are you hot and wet?”

Sweet lord was she.

Crack!

“Oooohh!” Screeching, Brittany hadn’t quite anticipated the hard strike.

“When we ask you a question you answer.”

Rusty’s voice was dark, the tone laced with a hint of danger, and in the next few seconds Brittany remained mesmerized as the two men undressed her, exposing her naked and vulnerable body to the sunshine.
And the viewing pleasure of any man or woman who happened their way.
“Bad girl.” He pulled up the rope, brushing the frazzled end down from her neck to the swell of her breasts. Grabbing her wrists with one hand, he held them together as he wound the thick strands around tightly. When he’d secured both he stepped back and tweaked her nipple.

Blinking furiously, Brittany exhaled slowly in an attempt to remain quiet.
Learn to obey.
Oh my God. She was really doing this. Learning to obey was something else entirely. All the teasing and all the tempting words they’d shared over the last few days had led to this. Somehow she’d thought she was in control of the situation. How wrong she’d been.

As the sound of the sexy cowboy wrapping his fingers around her thong, ripping the thin lace, she whimpered. The strangled moan floated toward the sky.

“Do you enjoy the vulnerability imagining someone finding us, watching us?” Granger lowered his head, nipping the side of her neck. Darting his tongue out, he licked all the way down the swell of her breasts before taking her nipple into his mouth.

“Yes…” Tilting her head back, she moaned when Rusty kicked out her legs, sliding the palms of his hands down to her mound. My God the men were moving fast. He jerked her against him, the force pushing a moan from her body. She lolled her head back as Granger bit down, the slice of pain sending a wave of anguish as well as pleasure soaring into every cell. “Oh…ohoh…”

Granger licked across to her other nipple, kneading just underneath as he lifted her breast, squeezing as he grunted. “I can’t wait to lasso you, make you submit to my every desire.”

“But first things first.” Rusty pushed her waist over the small table, dragging her arms to the other side and securing her wrists to the wooden legs.

She’d never felt so exposed and so completely submissive in her life. An overwhelming need to allow them complete control was such a freeing feeling. Pressing her face against the cool wood top, Brittany shivered as Rusty brushed the tips of his fingers down her spine to the crack of her ass. She tensed, knowing what was about to come.

Crack! Slap!

“Ooohhh…” She couldn’t help but moan and the way the sound echoed she knew someone might be able to hear her.

Granger grinned as he rubbed the top of her head then wrapped his fingers around her long strands and lifting. “Are you hungry to suck my cock?”

“Yes!” The single word was said without hesitation. As Brttany’s legs were jerked out, opened wide and exposing her in a way she’d never been before, she gasped and struggled to see what he was doing. Oh my God! He was tying her legs. This had all been very planned. She had no doubt Fiona was in on this. “What…what are you doing to do to me?”

“What you’ve been asking for, begging for and dreaming about.” Rusty’s grin was infectious. “I see surprise in your eyes. Haven’t you been fantasizing about having both of us take you just like this?”

“I’m going to kill her,” Brittany breathed.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Rusty glanced toward Granger. “Thirty hard strikes on your sweet little sit spot. And missy, you’re going to count them off. Do you understand? If you miss one we begin all over.” Pressing his thumb around her lips, he narrowed his eyes.

Thirty? Holy crap! “Yes.”

“Yes?” Rusty snarled.

“Yes, sir!”

“Begin now.” Rusty took a step back and folded her arms.

The direction was clear and Brittany jerked up from the table long before the first harsh spank was issued. “Fuck!” Panting, she sucked in her breath, shocked how much Granger’s hand hurt.

“She’s not counting,” Granger said casually as he rubbed her ass cheek.

“Start again,” Rusty directed.

Her eyes opening wide, she craned her neck and glared at him, her frustration giving her a jolt of defiance. “No!”

“You know the rules, princess.” Rusty grinned, his eyes sparkling.

Rules? What rules? She didn’t agree to any stinkin’ rules.

Pop!

“God! One.”

“Good girl,” Granger huffed.

Good? Bloody hell. Brittany wiggled and jerked on the rope, a combination of annoyance and pure wanton desire driving her to the point of screeching like a kid. Counting.
Really?

“Hmmm…” Rusty cocked his head. He nodded again.

Four were issued in rapid succession and she struggled and moaned, the sounds of the harsh slaps floating above. “Jesus! I mean two, three, four and…and…five!”

“You’re learning.” Granger rubbed both cheeks. “A hard spanking is always good for a woman.”

“Indeed.” Rusty said as he unfastened his belt.

Now her eyes opened really wide. He was going to spank her with a belt? Holy shit!

Whoosh! Crack!

“Six. Seven.” Dear God she was already losing count. Pain shot up from her ass to her back and into her stomach – let alone what the anguish was doing to her soaked cunt. She was about as turned on as he could be. Licking her lips, she concentrated on the fact two beads of sweat were rolling down from her forehead.

Crack! Pop!

“Eight. Nine.” Every cell in Brittany’s body was on fire and so alive. While her moans were of pain, the ecstasy filling every pore was causing her to pant and see flashing lights. She clenched her eyes shut as the spanking continue and for a few minutes she floated away to another sexy moment of pure sin. “Ten. Eleven. Twelve…”

“I do think she needs to learn lessons another way.” Grangers voice was barely a growl.

“No! I’m learning. Dear God I’m learning.”

Pop! Crack! Whoosh!

“Thir…teen and um fourteen. Yes and fifteen!” Holy crap she was having trouble seeing.

“Go again.” Rusty jerked off his belt and unfastened his pants.

Brittany was certain he was going to use the strap of leather on her bruised ass and she continued counting as she watched him, studying the way he was looking at her, until she had to close her eyes. The feel of Rusty’s cock being brushed across her lips gave her a series of shivers.

“Such a very bad girl and my opinion is that you need to be fucked and fucked hard. Open your mouth, you sinful little girl.” Rusty’s voice bellowed.

Doing as she was told, she snapped her eyes open wide and the very sight of one big, black, and very thick cock was enough to make her mouth water, her pussy clench. When Rusty tilted his head and slid his dick just inside her hot mouth, she groaned.

“I think we’ll finish the spanking later,” Granger groaned as he gripped her hips, jerking her out as he leaned over and bit down on her shoulder.

There was a beautiful moment when she simply didn’t feel her arms or legs, pleasure filling every portion of her body.

“Suck me baby. Suck me.” Rusty’s voice was filled with angst.

There was nothing she enjoyed more than sucking a man’s cock and she kept her eyes wide open as Rusty thrust his dick in and out of her mouth, careful yet his plunges becoming wilder, filled with a desperate need. She relaxed her throat muscles and squeezed her mouth around his shaft, squeezing as Rusty moaned above her.

“Gonna fuck you hard.” Granger’s huffed as he shifted her body, forcing her stomach up from the table.