Acres, Natalie - Sex Addict [Cowboy Addiction 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (11 page)

“When?” Kemper pressed.

“A long time ago,” she said, guzzling the cold fluid. When she finished quenching her thirst, she stood. “All right then. I guess we can call it a day. Gentlemen, if you don’t mind my saying so, I think the first day was a great success. We all survived. No one was fucked and I imagine that’s the intended goal while we’re in training. Damn shame, though. I was wetter than I’ve ever been.”

“Holly somehow thinks she’s in control over her present situation.”

“I see that,” Kemper said, believing she held the power to strip both of them of the pent-up control they’d tried to keep for most of the day. They’d almost made it through the afternoon, but Kemper had a few needs of his own and they’d soon need to be addressed. Since he and Holly shared such an active sex life, he wasn’t sure how long he could keep his jeans around his hips.

“I’m willing to try this again tomorrow,” she said, shooting them such a nice smile. “Obviously, I can’t stay down here much longer today. Someone will wonder where I am.”

“Like who?” Kit asked, taunting her.

“Morgan, for example. I’m sure she’s frantic by now.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Kemper said.

“Me either,” Kit said. “You barely acknowledge her. Why do you think she’d care about your whereabouts now?”

“Wouldn’t she?”

“No,” Kemper replied. “Besides, her guys have brought her down here a time or two, as we’ve mentioned. If you spent a week here, she wouldn’t be concerned. She’d probably figure you’d done something to deserve punishment.”

“Or rewards,” she suggested, moistening her lips as her eyes became hooded and quite weighted down with lust.

“Hmm,” Kit said, bracketing his arm around her hips. When he yanked her forward, she fell against his chest, and Kemper saw a flash of lust creep into his brother’s eyes. “I’ll let you know when I get tired of looking at your hot ass and gorgeous tits, okay, sub?” A beat later, he added, “In other words, training isn’t over until I say it’s over.” His arm propelled behind his back, and he gave her a good wallop across the ass.

She gulped, and a breathless sigh fell from her lips. Perhaps the excitement spun through her faster when Kit used that domineering tone. Maybe it wasn’t so much in how he said it but what he said altogether. Either way, she looked impressed. She rubbed her body against his, latching onto his neck and jumping into his arms, her legs locking behind his back.

“No one could ever accuse you of being at a loss for how to work those legs, huh?”

She lifted her brows. “Impressionable, aren’t you?”

“Sometimes,” Kit admitted. “I can be.”

“When can I go back upstairs? I’ve been a good submissive, haven’t I?”

Kit cleared his throat. “On a scale of one to ten, I would rate your ability to adapt to your new environment at about a three. I think we still have some work to do here. Besides, you need to answer a series of questions. After we’re done, I’ll let you know what you can expect the rest of the week. Okay?”

Kemper knew what two questions would top Kit’s list. He never expected Kit to let her comment slide about being in worse spots. When was she in a bad place? Had someone threatened her? Had she been afraid before, and if so, was she scared now? The thought of someone frightening her made him crazy. Kemper would literally take someone apart if they’d threatened her in some way.

“And if I don’t want to answer one of the questions?”

He shrugged. “Domination and submission is about trust. You want to be able to trust us, right?”

“Sure, whatever,” she said, using her thumb and fingers to toy with her auburn hair. She clutched a lock, watching as the curl sprang and bounced.

“Then you have to be trustworthy, too,” Kit said.

“All right,” she said, conceding.

Kemper was relieved she’d agreed. His highest hope, at that point, was the end result. He couldn’t get in between those legs again if Holly didn’t obey Kit’s requests. And if Holly didn’t prove herself compliant, he’d spank her bottom raw for making him wait, too.

Kit removed a piece of paper from his pocket and studied his handwriting. He was an organized Dom if nothing else. Kemper didn’t tell him that, of course. Kit was so anal he would’ve tried to improve upon his annoying note-taking skills and probably hand out a class syllabus in the process.

“Are you comfortable?” Kemper asked, studying her perky, round nipples and thinking about anything but her level of comfort. As much as he enjoyed training a submissive for his bed, he would’ve much preferred dragging Holly off to a quiet, dark corner and fucking her crazy.

Then again, they’d endured a year of that. Now it was time to try something else. Now it was time to introduce the love of his life to his way of life.

Kit snapped the paper and prepared to read. Kemper hoped like hell Kit didn’t blow this.

Holly jerked and stood taller. Her body was flushed and her nipples extended. Good Lord, she looked hot and raring to go. Then again, when wasn’t she ready for sex?

Scratch that.
Kit had a way of irritating the hell out of a good sub, particularly when he tried to follow some sort of strict regime. Yes, Kemper could see where Kit had the potential to screw this up.

Right now, looking at Holly, Kemper thought of one thing and one thing only. “So, baby,” he said without thinking. “What’d ya say me and you fuck around for about an hour or two?”

“Damn it, Kemper! She’s in training!”

Yep, Kit was bound and determined to mess up a good thing.

Chapter Ten

“Have you ever been in love before?”

“Yes,” Holly replied, finding it rather peculiar when Kit asked that particular question first.

“Okay,” he said, ducking his head toward the notepad and scribbling away. He flipped the pen against his thigh. He was troubled by her revelation.

Jealous bastard.

Shit. She didn’t mean that. She was trying to come to terms with Kit’s behavior and had to accept him as he was. He loved her. She was certain of it. He was possessive, and he had no reason to be.

Whatever he’d discovered about her past had driven him crazy. She took that to mean he knew pretty much everything, or at least whatever the local gossips back home provided through public record. Depending on who was asked, there was plenty out there to raise eyebrows.

Still, she couldn’t believe she agreed to answer his questions. Then again, the rewards offered promised fair and prompt compensation after she suffered through their interrogation. She still held tightly to the option of outright ignoring inquiries that made her uneasy, and she would exercise her rights whenever she felt uncomfortable.

“Have you ever thought about having children?”

“Me?” She laughed. “No. I told you. I don’t want to mess up my body.” There were other issues involved as well. For starters, she didn’t think she’d be a very good mother. She wasn’t much of a role model for young men and women. How could she raise a son or daughter? It just wasn’t possible. “Next question.”

Kit frowned, made a note and continued. “Before meeting us, were you ever in a serious relationship with anyone else?”

“Yes.”

Kit paused. He glanced at Kemper and then looked at her dead-on. The expression on his face was marked with pain, true disappointment. Finally, he reluctantly asked the question she expected. “He was a Dom, wasn’t he?”

“Yes.”

He stilled. He and Kemper shared a silent glance before he began his pointless scribbling all over again. “What was his name?”

She thinned her lips.

“A first name is fine,” Kemper said.

“Paul,” she said, shuddering when she thought of him.

“Her nipples spiked when she said his name,” Kit said, shaking the pen toward her breasts. He wrote something down again.

“That’s normal,” Kemper reminded him. “A Dom will teach his submissive to respond subliminally to various hot buttons.”

“Are you saying his name was a ‘hot’ button?” she asked, choking on the idea.

“Your nipples got hard when I asked about him. What would you call your response?”

“A bad habit?” she suggested, somewhat pleased Kit didn’t go the hell off when he spoke of her former Dom. As much as she hated admitting she’d made a bad decision, she was certain her resolve to avoid the lifestyle when she first arrived in Blountville had been a costly error.

In some ways, she felt as though her silence placed a wall between herself and Kit. He was hurt because she hadn’t disclosed her former interest in Domination and submission. Perhaps he felt betrayed a little, too.

After all this time, he discovered she not only had knowledge of Domination and submission, but she’d also lived within the lifestyle on some level. The knowledge would’ve certainly been hard for a true Dom to accept, particularly one who wanted to teach her everything about the world he intended to introduce.

“Let’s hope he’s a bad habit and that’s all,” Kit said, moving on to the next question. “Why didn’t you tell us you once were another man’s submissive?”

And there was the question that should’ve restrained the sub.

Instead, she blurted out, “It was a trust issue. I needed to feel confident in my relationship with you. I needed to trust you.” Her eyes met Kit’s and then Kemper’s. “I needed to be sure you were both trustworthy.”

She was so surprised by her confession, she gasped. Her hand flew to her mouth.

Kit stopped pacing. “Is that the truth?”

Indeed it was. The truth had a way of setting people free, and in that moment, Holly was a believer.

It was as if she subconsciously hid her reasons and just avoided discussing the topic altogether. Then, when she least expected to understand why or what drove her away from Domination and submission, she found her answer. She’d been in one very bad Dom-sub relationship. If she entered another, she wanted to do things differently. She needed to believe she could trust her Doms and count on them.

She didn’t want another great disappointment.

“What is your favorite form of punishment?” Kit asked, moving on perhaps a little faster than Holly might have liked.

Swallowing once or twice, she processed the next question and finally gave her reply. “Spankings, with a crop or a paddle.”

Kit drew a line straight across the page and shook his head like he was disappointed to discover her fondness for a paddling. “Favorite rewards?”

“Shopping.”

“Other than shopping,” he asked, lowering the clipboard.

“Let’s see,” she said, clucking as she thought about her options. “How about oral sex?”

“Explain what you like most.”

“How explicit do you want me to be?” she taunted them.

“If you want the kind of reward you’ll appreciate most, then you may want to be detail oriented here,” Kemper explained, grinning.

She ran her palms down the sides of her legs. Then, she traipsed across the room. “Can I show you while I tell you?” she asked, glancing at the bench.

Kit cleared his throat. “What do you think, Kemper?”

“I think that’s a perfect idea,” he said, smacking his lips.

Kemper was horny. She could see the outline of his erection from across the room. By the time she finished with them, they’d fuck her like they were mad at her for having a pussy.

She sat on the bench. Swinging her legs around, she tightly drew them to her chest then stretched out all at once, her thighs falling open against either side of the bench. With Kit and Kemper standing at the end, and inching closer all the time, she was fully exposed.

“I like a man who appreciates a bare pussy,” she said, slapping her mound. “And I love one who will caress me here when he’s sucking my clit.” She rubbed her hand over her recently waxed cunt, stroking where the hair had once been.

“See how smooth I am?” she asked, encouraging them to come closer. Why wouldn’t they give her a helping hand when she so desperately wanted one? When they didn’t walk any closer, she continued, “I always appreciate a lot of clit attention.” She rubbed the little button until the point was hard and tender. Sticking her middle finger between her parted lips, she moistened the digit and returned to toy with her hard button, rolling her clit back and forth.

A little lower, the heat from her arousal gathered at her pussy lips, and she was dying to insert a few fingers and masturbate. Why not? They sure weren’t doing their part to help a woman out!

She spread her legs wider. “And I love a man who isn’t afraid to get his mouth in there. You know what I’m talking about. Both of you know how to please a woman. You don’t just lick the folds and waggle your tongue right inside a woman, you get down and dirty and get in there with your nose, chin, mouth, and tongue.”

Holly bent her knees and flattened her feet against the seat beneath her. She fingered her folds and then pinched one. Jerking, her hips shot off the bench, and Kit’s eyes widened. “Oh, you didn’t know I was so sensitive here, did you?”

“No,” he admitted.

She gained a small victory with his confession. If nothing else, these sessions would lead to more fulfillments in the bedroom. Even if they didn’t become practitioners of Domination and submission, her men would learn more about her, what ways they could further please her.