Lang, Chloe - Wilde Nights [The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 4] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (5 page)

Denver moved his hands to cup her breasts. She didn’t move an inch, but he could see the gooseflesh cover the top of her skin. Her mounds were soft and full. He rubbed her nipples with his thumbs, working to raise the warmth inside her. “Nice chest, love.”

The corners of her mouth curved up slightly. “Thank you, Sir.”

The door opened, and she gasped. They now had their audience.

* * * *

Jessie watched as Jackson, Phoenix, and Dallas, her other lovers, marched in and took seats. Though a bit relieved, she was also somewhat disappointed. She asked Denver, “This is our entire audience?”

He pinched her nipples, causing a tingle to shoot down into her pussy. “Didn’t you forget something, sub?”

Her heart pounded with anxiety as the pressure of his thumb and index finger didn’t let up. “Um...Right. I forgot to say ‘Sir.’” She was quickly coming to think of him as more than just Denver, but as “Sir.”

Sir nodded and released her tiny bits of flesh. He leaned down and gave each nipple a lick, delivering wonderful sensations to each breast.

“Close your eyes, sub.”

“Yes, Sir.” And she did.

“Keep them closed until I say.”

“Yes, Sir.”

His fingers moved over her slowly and methodically as if inspecting every millimeter of her body. In a strange way, his large hands on her made her feel safe, protected. She sensed him move behind her. She heard a couple of clicks and felt something close around her wrists.
Oh God!
She heard the door open, and two more men walked in. She’d never seen them before. They were wearing white, so she thought they must be the club’s angels, bouncers who enforced the rules.

Sir’s lips brushed her ears. “Shh. You will always be safe with me.”

Though she wanted to believe him, her gasping lungs and pounding heart weren’t quite on board with the idea. Had she been foolish to go this far? Her safe word silently worked to the back of her lips.

Sir’s attention went to the two men she didn’t know. “Guys, I know I said I wanted you here tonight, but I can tell my sub isn’t ready for strangers to watch yet. You mind?”

Sir had called her
my sub.
Tingles spread through her body, but she couldn’t give in to them. Not with the two strange men in the room.

“Shame,” one of them said, and then they both stood up and walked out.

When the door closed, leaving only the Wilde brothers and her in the room, she sighed.

“You see, sweetheart. Your reactions tell me all I need to know. You need to trust me on that. I wanted to push you, but not past your limits.” His hands never stopped traveling over her body even as he spoke. “Do you understand?”

New sensations, warm and explosive, flooded inside her. “Yes, Sir.” Had she disappointed him and his brothers? “I’m sorry.” Tears welled up in her eyes. She felt like a wimp and a failure.

“Nothing to be sorry for, sugar.” He guided her to the bench that was slightly higher at one end than the other. “Let me worry about how far to take you. That’s my job. I’ll sense when I’m pushing too hard, too fast. Asking Q and Davis to come in was my way to find out where you were. You’ll be on the main stage before you know it, driving all the men crazy with lust and the women crazy with envy.”

She wasn’t sure about that last statement about her ever being ready for the main stage, but she did believe he would know whenever he’d reached her limit. He must. She definitely didn’t know her own boundaries. Thankfully, Sir seemed to be able to read her mind.

He ordered, “Bend over. That’s it.”

In a flash, she was face down on the narrow bench with her head at the lower end and her breasts hanging down either side. She realized her ass was high enough for the audience of her sexy cowboys to see. Also, she could move her head enough to get a view of them. The wrist cuffs he’d placed on her were secured to the bench. He moved to her legs and fastened them with other cuffs. Then he attached them to the bench as well. She tested each arm and leg by pulling on the restraints. They didn’t budge. She was completely immobile.

Jessie could hear the other Wilde brothers’ hot breathing, and that made her warm and dizzy.

Suddenly, an image of Austin spun her mind around, and her belly did a somersault. How would she be responding if he’d been invited to the room to watch her training? Wasn’t that why she’d agreed to let Denver put her through the ropes? She knew the score about the Wilde family’s plural marriage. She’d talked with their grandfather and their mother and learned even more. The family’s generational norm was all brothers married the same woman. The current brothers were expected to do the same, one day. Three of the five of them had made it clear they wanted her to be that woman. Sir seemed to be following suit, too. God, she knew she wanted him to feel that way about her. Jessie loved his possessiveness and self-assuredness. It comforted her, relaxed her, and drew her in deeper to him. His amazing singing was such a dichotomy to how he carried himself here at the club, yet in a way it fit. He was talented behind the mic and also in front of a chained woman.

But what about Austin? Would he ever want someone like her? Not if she couldn’t let even angels watch her while Sir train—

Sir’s open hand hit her bottom, delivering a sting. Her legs jerked, and hot pain jolted her from her thoughts. Unable to move her head enough to see Sir, she looked at Jackson, Phoenix, and Dallas. Their sinful stares were fixed on her.

“You’ve drifted off from me, sub.” Sir kneaded her ass. “That displeases me.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“I need you out of that head of yours. I want you to feel. To really feel. Let go, sugar.”

Another slap. Her arms and legs jerked from the impact of his hand, and a burn seared her backside.

“What do you think, Master Dallas? The round paddle?” Sir asked.

Outside the club, Denver would only refer to his brothers by name or nickname. Inside, she’d learned, things were more formal and had a protocol. Once you left the reception area, the game was on. Titles were to be upheld. There was a sensibility that Jessie liked about—

Wham!
Her bottom burned.

“Stay with me, love. Too much in your head.”

She took a deep breath to steady herself and to hold back the looming tears. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

“Master Denver, I think the eight-inch round paddle would do nicely on her pretty little ass.” Dallas’s voice was deep and lusty, thrilling her down to her toes.

Sir came into her view, walking in front of the bench. He went to the table, and she watched him select the paddle Dallas had described. Her heart jackhammered inside her chest, and she feared what was about to come…but she also craved it. She was in her head, like Sir had said she was, analyzing everything and everyone. Too much. She wanted rest and release from her spinning thoughts.

Sir came back and bent down. He placed the paddle in front of her face. “See this.”

Jessie nodded.

“Kiss it.”

She did. It was made of some type of rubber material and felt a bit cool on her lips.

“This is going to send you to a space of absolute arousal, love.”

Meekly, she asked, “Sir, how many times will you strike me with it?”

He laughed. “Just enough, sugar. No more. No less. Leave the count to me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Sir went out of her peripheral sight. She bit her lip, anticipating what was about to hit her flesh. It didn’t come. Instead, she felt his lips kissing the small of her back. She relaxed and let out a long sigh. Then the whack of the paddle hit her ass. The sting went clear into her clit. Another slap. And another. Sir never hit the same spot on her twice. Every inch of her bottom stung and ached, yet strangely, each smack made her body hotter, her mind softer, and her pussy wetter. Another blow sent her to the moon and back. Her body arched off the flatness of the bench, and instinctively she ground her clit into the bench’s hardness.

Then the paddle stopped coming down on her ass.

“Jackson, is this woman yours?” Sir asked.

“Yes. She’s mine.”

“Come up here, take this paddle, and give her three strokes on her gorgeous ass.”

“Gladly.”

Jackson came up to the stage. He stroked her hair. “You look so beautiful, darlin’.”

The next instant she felt three quick strikes, softer than the ones Sir had delivered but still with a nice sting.

The man who had brought her into womanhood said, “I love you, Jessie.”

“Jackson, I love you, too.” Tears leaked from her eyes. This was too much. Too intense. “Please, Sir. I’m not sure I can take much more.”

“You can take more. Trust me.”

If he believed she could, then damn it, she would. “Yes, Sir.”

“Phoenix, you’re up to bat.” Sir’s tone was still very even, but to her it did sound deeper in his chest.

The next cowboy leapt to her side. He kissed her cheek. “I can’t wait to make you my wife, angel. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Phoenix delivered three more slaps to her ass from the paddle, making her incredibly dizzy and even more wanton. She sobbed, not from the stings they were delivering but from something else, some other sensation deep inside her that was clawing to be freed.

“Master Dallas,” Sir called to the last brother in the room.

“I never knew I could love someone so much, sweetheart.” Dallas rubbed her neck. “You knock me out. I’m nuts for you. You know that, right?”

Jessie choked out, “Yes, Master Dallas. I do.”

“Fuck. Master Denver, how the hell have you gotten her to this state so quickly? Seeing her so submissive has got my dick hard as a rock.”

“Experience is how. Now, give her the message she’s yours.”

“Yep. I will. What state are you in, Jessie?”

“Green, Master Dallas. I’m green.”

“You’re beyond amazing, love.” Then Dallas delivered three whacks to her ass that curled her toes and had her biting her lip. She had almost screamed at the burn of the last smack but had incredibly held it back.

“My turn, again,” Sir informed. “You’re mine, love. All mine. Trust me.”

Wham!
She yelped at the smarting that spread out from the impact on the bottom of her ass’s left cheek. She ground her clit into the bench, and her pussy leaked liquid desire.

“Trust me, love.” She felt the paddle hit the uppermost part of her right cheek.

She groaned and became really woozy.

“Trust me, Jessie.” The paddle hit both cheeks in the middle of her ass.

She whimpered and closed her eyes at the burn and ache she felt. Her bottom’s nerve endings were sparking like exposed live wires. She’d never been so wet or turned on in her life. They wanted her. No, they’d claimed her. The men didn’t ask for permission. They took what was theirs.
I’m theirs, and they are mine.
How could she deny them anything? She couldn’t.

“You did amazing, love.” Sir’s tone was gentle.

Jessie felt the cuffs being removed and several hands caressing her bottom so gently. A slick salve was being applied to her ass. It felt cooling and wonderful. Suddenly, Sir lifted her up in his arms. She looked up into his pale blue eyes. The other brothers went back to their seats, resuming their roles as audience. “Sir, let’s give your brothers a show.”