Acres, Natalie - Sex Club [Cowboy Sex 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (24 page)

Immediately, she jerked, her gaze holding Graham’s as he shook his head, obviously reading her mind. “You should’ve known, Ansley. I could’ve told you. If you’d asked, I would’ve given you my opinion.”

“I knew,” she admitted.

Tristan faced Graham. “Let me guess, you’ve never made her mind you?”

“Made me?” Ansley was appalled. “Are you serious?” A second later, she exaggerated a laugh and said, “That’s hilarious. Men around here know better than
to try
and make me do something, particularly something sexual.”

“If you knew what he was, then you should’ve known what to expect,” Graham drawled.

“She knew,” Bailey said, arching a brow. “Didn’t you, Ansley?”

“Yes, but—”

Tristan lunged forward. He bracketed his arm around her waist and pulled her down, carrying her cradle-style toward the bedroom. “Don’t make excuses, Ansley. We both know you just haven’t been with the right Dom. I’m committed to lovin’ you the way a woman needs to be loved, but I only take submissive and willing women to my bed.”

“I’m not submissive to anyone,” she stated flatly. Her beaded nipples and damp folds suggested a different tale. She may not have been submissive, per se, in the past, but her body argued that she might consider submitting to Tristan. Her head could weigh in, but her heart and libido would win in the end.

Bailey followed them, right along with the Killians, both of whom looked interested in seeing where this would all end. They obviously didn’t plan to try and stop Tristan.

Then again, Elliott and Graham knew her better than anyone. Perhaps they understood what she needed. Maybe they were aware of her growing hidden desires. She didn’t want interference. Not now.

Her goals and ideas were changing as Tristan stomped toward the bed. As he cradled her in his arms, Tristan made her feel more protected and cherished than she could ever remember feeling in the past. If he needed her to submit, maybe she would. She already trusted him. Plus, Graham and Elliott were there. They wouldn’t let Tristan get carried away if, in fact, he possessed sadistic ideas for Domination and submission.

She snickered at that. Sadistic? No, she knew better. One look at Tristan’s face and she felt an overwhelming surge of compassion. If anything, Tristan was going to love her straight into a relationship that guaranteed she’d be in his arms for many years to come.

There was something dark and alluring, intense and sexy, about the way Tristan looked at her. He didn’t gape at her body. Instead, he studied her face, acted as if they were the only two people in the room.

“I’m not kidding, Tristan,” she whispered as he lowered her to the bed. “I’m not a true submissive. Ask them.”

“It doesn’t matter what you’ve been in the past, Ansley,” he said, shrugging out of his shirt. “What you are with me is all that matters.”

* * * *

Tristan kept a box of goodies in his closet. He hadn’t needed them since he’d moved there, and part of him had always suspected the first time he brought out the gadgets for playtime would be a moment like this.

He hadn’t necessarily counted on company. Oh sure, he’d fully expected to share Ansley with Bailey at some point. He’d just always imagined his first time with her alone—Ansley, him, and all the toys that made a Dom’s world go ’round.

As he dragged out one vibrator and then another, he watched as Ansley’s eyes widened. “What’s wrong, doll? Already scared?”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“He doesn’t want you to be frightened of him,” Bailey reassured her.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Elliott muttered.

Tristan shot him a sideways glance and then gave his brother one for good measure. They weren’t about to interfere. If anything, they looked more excited than Ansley, and there was no mistaking her anxious anticipation.

While her initial objection and empty words may have suggested she wasn’t about to submit, her flushed skin, perky nipples, and damp folds implied something else altogether.

“The two of you seem pretty familiar with one another. I take it you’ve shared a woman before?” Graham asked, that slow Southern slur hanging on to every syllable.

“They’re brothers,” Ansley announced, looking at Tristan smugly.

Tristan glared at Bailey. After the initial shock wore off, he decided he hadn’t minded that Bailey shared their secret, but he should’ve told Ansley to keep a stiff upper lip.

“Brothers?” Elliott asked, obviously surprised. “I wouldn’t have guessed.”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone,” Tristan said, pulling free a flogger, nipple clamps, and a paddle. Considering the training in progress, he wasn’t about to elaborate further. At some point, he’d pull the Killian brothers aside and explain, to an extent, why it was imperative that they keep that tidbit of information to themselves.

Ansley gulped. “I don’t mind an erotic spanking, but I’m against an outright whipping.” Her gaze settled on the small wooden board.

Tristan sniffed. “I tell you what, if you don’t enjoy every strike, I’ll let you paddle me. Deal?”

Ansley threw her head back. “If you had any idea of how badly I wanted to burn your ass, you wouldn’t make such an offer.”

“A word to the wise,” Graham drawled. “Ansley once mentioned spanking us. Elliott and I decided a long time ago, she believes she was meant to have subs of her own.”

“Is that true?” Tristan asked. If so, he’d help her put to rest such crazy notions.

“Yes.”

He laughed until he shook. “Darlin’, I’m gonna have a better time with you than I ever dreamed.”

Searching for lubes and condoms, he spread an assortment of both across the mattress. Ansley studied the selection. Slowly, she lifted her gaze and defiantly held her head high.

“You’re determined to be defiant. Aren’t you?”

Bailey sat beside her, rubbing his palms together nervously. In the past, Bailey wasn’t one who particularly enjoyed the early days of training. He preferred women who were already eager and deeply embedded in the lifestyle.

“What do you say we clamp those nipples?” Bailey asked, reaching for the gold chain attached to fragile claws.

Ansley’s eyes were heavily hooded, weighted down with thick lust. She leaned back, bracing her body with her elbows as she crossed her ankles.

“Look at that pretty, bare mound,” Tristan crooned, resisting the urge to smack his lips. He was hungry, starving, but the last thing he wanted was for Ansley or the others to think he was desperate for the feast, so famished he wouldn’t properly prepare his meal.

Bailey flattened his hand against her stomach. Sliding his palm lower, he stroked her waxed pussy, rubbing his hand in a slow, circular motion before using the heel of his hand to tantalize her further. When the motion increased in speed, Ansley’s nipples hardened.

Continuing to watch how she responded to Bailey, Tristan took the nipple clamps dangling from Bailey’s fingertips.

After he made sure they were completely secured to the chain draping between each brass claw, he lowered himself to the mattress, kneeling next to her torso. He nodded at Bailey.

Immediately, he slapped her shiny mound. “Recently visited the spa. Didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she replied, her back bowing.

Tristan nearly salivated. There was nothing better than a stripped pussy, bare from an expensive Brazilian wax.

Bailey slapped her gently sloping intimate hill once more. She yelped and moaned as he repeated the process, and Tristan couldn’t resist. It was time to see if Miss Ansley was more than a mouthful.

Tristan lowered his head and flicked her left nipple, his tongue fluttering against the pert bud rising from the small areola. She cried out and placed her hand against his nape, holding him in place then forcibly guiding him to her other swollen breast.

He might as well let her think she was the one in control.

Her small hand played at his neck, her fingers whispering across the hairs at his nape. She pulled the tiny strands, and her fingernails raked his skin. After he tweaked the first perky gem, he reluctantly moved on to the second. His tongue swirled around her nipple, and arousal finally grabbed hold. His rigid cock stretched the denim he wore.

She bowed her back and fought to keep his mouth on her breast, holding him to her with a firm grip. He smiled as his teeth locked over her extended nipple. He nipped playfully and said, “You’re in trouble, Ansley.”

Her half-lidded eyes were his undoing. Her eagerness for lewd behavior with multiple partners would make this training session second to none, particularly since Tristan believed she genuinely cared about all four men present there.

“Tristan,” she whispered, drawing his head forward.

He lapped at her nipple, reaching down the length of her body to finger her clit. He rolled the bud with his fingertips until he was completely rigid, nearly in pain with the need to fuck her.

“Tristan!” she exclaimed.

This time, he rose over her. He stared into Ansley’s eyes and immediately detected a hint of apprehension. “What is it?”

She mouthed something he couldn’t make out, and he lowered his ear to her mouth. Holding his head close, she whispered, “I don’t want to be afraid.”

He jerked. Searching her eyes he asked, “Are you?”

“I don’t know,” she said quietly.

Her hair fanned around her face, and if he had ever witnessed a more sensual woman, it would’ve been through vivid dreams or the movies, and even then, he couldn’t imagine anyone more beautiful than Ansley. “You’ll enjoy this, Ansley. Trust me.”

“I already do,” she admitted.

Tristan swallowed hard and didn’t take her declaration for granted. Her words were finely tuned, better than music. And oh hell, how his balls throbbed.

His tip dampened. His penis lengthened, and he lapped at her lips, dropping a gentle kiss before dipping his head and returning to lavish attention to her full breasts once more. He was agonizing over the need to bury his cock inside her, right then and there, if only to feel her heat surround him for a limited time, to know what it felt like to
feel
her beautiful confession as much as hear it for himself.

She trusted him. Without him asking for her confidence, she willingly gave him what he needed most.

He’d hoped for more self-control, convinced himself he was able to manage his own excitement, but there he was, hesitating for fear he’d become too carried away. He wanted her properly trained in a fashion most pleasing to him and Bailey. Hopefully, since the Killian brothers frequented Clink, they’d enjoy the end result.

Tipping the diamond-shaped bud with his tongue once more, he pinched the point and drew her nipple into his mouth, suckling her breast until she moaned. Squeezing the back of his neck, she refused to relax her grip. Nipping at her breast, he nuzzled her, turning his cheek from side to side until he was tempted to simply bury his face in her fullness. Finally, he said, “I don’t think I’d try to guide me if I were you.”

She released a ragged breath as her hand fell against the bed with a soft thump. At the same time, he clamped the first nipple, observed his handiwork, and finished the task by closing the small claw around the other perfect bead.

“There,” he said, pulling the chain.

“Ouch!” she screamed, thinning her lips. Desire washed across her face, staining her cheeks with a brighter shade of pink. Her tongue darted in and out as she quickly moistened her lips.

“Are you thirsty?”