Acres, Natalie - Sex Club [Cowboy Sex 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (25 page)

“Yes,” she replied.

“Good,” he said. “Let me show you what you can do in order to earn a reward.”

Turning to Graham, he said, “Would you mind to grab her a bottle of water from the refrigerator?”

“I’d like a beer,” she said as Graham left the room.

“You’ll end up with a spanking if you start sassing me this early.”

“I like those, too,” she confessed.

“Who spanks you, Ansley?” Tristan asked, feeling like he had every right to know who had laid hands on her precious little bottom.

“He has,” she replied, looking at Elliott.

Graham returned, and she pointed at him, too. “And he spanks me a lot when he comes around.”

“And how often has he been around?” Bailey asked, saving Tristan the trouble.

Ansley touched the chain between her breasts. Gently lifting the small adjoining loops, she dragged her finger across the eighteen-carat-gold jewelry. Tristan spared no expense when purchasing his playthings.

“Do you understand the question?” Tristan asked her when she didn’t respond.

Those pretty blue eyes practically pierced through Bailey’s. “Of course I do. He wants to know how many times they’ve fucked me. He’s using the spankings to find out.” She smiled at Elliott, and Tristan melted. Ansley was an absolute doll. Her sweet grin could tempt a preacher into carnal sinning.

“Well?” Tristan waited patiently. He didn’t want to start punishing her right off the bat, even though she’d most likely force his hand. She wasn’t, by any stretch of the imagination, making an effort to earn her rewards.

“Let’s see here,” Graham said, pausing long enough to make Tristan believe he would actually provide an answer. Then, abruptly he said, “I can’t remember, Ansley. I guess you’ll need to answer the question.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Do you want that drink or not?” Graham asked, twisting the cap off the bottle and splashing a few drops of cold liquid across her skin. Bailey sipped at her washboard belly, lapping up the water before returning to her mound and kissing her pussy.

She bucked under his arm. “You could go a little lower.”

“You could answer the question,” Graham advised her, winking.

Old Graham was catching on a little quicker than the average cowboy might. Tristan liked him better and better all the time.

“Are you talking about together or separately?” she asked Bailey. “I mean, sometimes Graham took me to bed by himself, same with Elliott. Sometimes all three of us spent the weekends together.”

Tristan felt a stabbing sensation in his chest. This was worse than he’d originally thought. They were far more familiar with one another than he’d first assumed. Then again, perhaps he’d refused to face the truth.

The facts were in front of him and practically displayed. From the moment he’d watched Ansley straddle Graham and guide his hand to her pussy, he’d recognized the comfort level, noticed the clear chemistry, how easily the two lovers responded to one another.

“I can’t give you an exact number,” Ansley finally admitted.

“That often?” Bailey squeaked.

“We’ve been friends for, oh I don’t know, what…fourteen years?”

“About that,” Graham said.

Tristan gulped. They likely took her virginity.

“Graham was my first.”

Bingo.

Bailey’s cheeks swelled with hot air. Pure frustration swept across his wrinkled forehead, and he released a
whoosh
sound.

Yeah, Tristan felt his pain and disappointment. He took a minute to evaluate the situation, pondering his next move as much as those subsequent actions that would soon follow. After consideration, he said, “Hmm, well this is unusual for sure. The only thing I can think of to state here are facts. Graham may have been your first, but he and his brother won’t be your last.”

Chapter Twelve

“I sure hope you don’t take much longer to deliver on your threats,” Ansley said, focusing on the multicolored blindfold Tristan retrieved. “How many other nifty treats do you have in your stash there?”

Tristan grinned. “You’re anxious.”

Obviously
. “Ya think?”

Elliott stepped to the foot of the bed. He forced her legs apart and tugged her closer to the edge. Dragging a lone finger through her folds, he winked. “You’re as wet as you’ve ever been.”

“That’s a fact I won’t try and deny.” A beat later, she said, “Far be it from me to ask one of you to strip down and enjoy me.” She’d had a hard time focusing on her own pleasure when her gaze kept rushing across Tristan’s chiseled abs. At least he’d removed his shirt. Unfortunately, those dark hairs trailing down his belly and ending with a small, ever-so-tiny patch of scattered hairs above the belt made her drool unnecessarily.

She was far too excited over the little things in life. She’d likely come on contact the very second one of the guys whipped out his cock and let her wrap her hand around his shaft.

Bailey rubbed his lips together. “For what I have in mind, clothing is optional.”

Immediately she jerked. The thought of Bailey’s mouth driving her to the brink of an orgasm made her body tingle all over.

“None of that yet,” Tristan said, showing her a smooth anal plug.

“What is that?”

Elliott lifted a brow. “You know what that is.”

“I mean, yeah, I know it’s a butt plug, but I’ve only seen glass or rubber toys.”

“This one is made of granite. Shaped like a cock, the tapered stone is narrow at the top, slanted at an angle where it matters, and wide in the middle, which is supposed to guarantee a secure fit.” He winked. “You can let me know later if I should review the manufacturer and give the company a five-star rating.”

“Surely you don’t think something that small will bring me pleasure.”

Graham said, “Don’t act like you’ve never seen a bottom popper. I’ve had several plugs in your ass before.”

“You’re dying to tell all our secrets,” she said, bending her knees and widening her hips. With her feet and palms flat against the bed, she thrust her body higher. “There’s no need to keep an eager woman waiting.”

Tristan smiled. “You’re something else, Ansley. You know that?”

“I try my best to keep my men well entertained.”

Retrieving the last item from the box, Tristan watched Ansley, who immediately blew him a kiss when she spotted a bright-red oily substance. Tristan unscrewed the lid and tossed the brass top to the bed. Dipping the black stone inside the container, he swirled the object around the edge then shook off the excess fluid.

Handing the plug to Graham, he said, “I’ll let you do the honors.”

“Oh boy,” she drawled. “You picked the wrong cowboy for that job.”

Graham grimaced. “How so?”

Uh-oh, she’d made him look bad in front of the other guys. Trying to cover it up, she said, “You know how much you love to fuck my ass.” That part was true. “And the last time we played with a plug, the darn thing only stayed in place for a few seconds.”

Tristan frowned. Lord, she probably needed to zip her lips for a minute. If she wasn’t offending one guy, she was making the other one jealous. “Ansley, this is the first night of your
new
training. No one will fuck you tonight. We’re preparing you.”

“Whatever you say,” she sang, knowing better. They just thought they weren’t fucking her.

Graham inched closer. She twisted around as soon as Graham slid the tip of the rounded stone between her cheeks, tapping her anus.

“You’ll be so hot to fuck by the time I’m through with you, you’ll beg me, not the other way around,” she told Graham, writhing under the pressure as Graham’s fingertips twirled inside her, too.

“I won’t argue with you there,” he said, true hunger hanging in his voice, lingering in his expression.

“Graham, easy!” she cried out.

Graham winked. “You’re such a little actress.”

“I want you stop shoving that thing up my ass and come on over here and fuck me!”

The look on Tristan’s face was priceless. Her gaze darted between Tristan and Bailey. Apparently, they weren’t prepared for a woman to give the orders. And as soon as she screamed out, she saw her vocal release was a mistake. They didn’t appreciate her verbal antics.

“We warned you,” Elliott told Tristan. “She should’ve been a Dominatrix.”

“Instead we’re training her for submission, remember,” Tristan stated flatly. A slow smile crept across his lips. “And I can’t wait to see her on her knees begging for cock.”

“I won’t—ah yes, Graham, higher—beg.” After the initial intrusion, Ansley was ready to succumb to the pleasure. The first impalement, given the width of the toy, was somewhat painful. After Graham worked with the plug, sliding the stone from side to side, he made her comfortable.

Graham gently fucked her with the stone. She cried out as he jiggled the plug and found a more secure fit. Locking the piece between her cheeks, he asked, “How does that feel? Are you comfortable?”

“It’s fine. I feel good,” she purred, thinking if Tristan didn’t want to fuck her, she sure knew two cowboys who would. When they’d come to the club for their afterhours party, they’d immediately sought her out. The loft had been full of exhibitionists. They could’ve easily enjoyed a public show first, but no. They couldn’t wait. They’d missed her. They’d immediately found her.

Tristan was crazy if he thought they wouldn’t fuck her. They’d been without her for nearly a year!

Squeezing her knees together, she clenched her cheeks and moaned as a zip of arousal shot to her pussy. “Yes, that’s nice. A great tool to use for stretching a woman, don’t ’cha think?”

Tristan smirked. “You believe you have the whole night ahead figured out. Don’t you?”

“What do you think?” she asked, biting down on her forefinger before playing with her nipple, rubbing the moist digit over her clasped bud.

Tristan faced Graham. He gave him a quick once-over, perhaps trying to sum him up. Ansley should’ve told him. He might as well include the Killians in every aspect of her training.

Elliott and Graham marked a place in her past, and she’d always believed they were destined to share a future together. The only time she’d questioned that was when they’d gone to Texas without her. She’d feared they wouldn’t return. She was afraid they’d found someone else.

Now she knew better. If they could last a year without another woman, they were in love with her. It was the only explanation.

“So what do you think? Should we stand in line and have our cocks sucked or give her some time alone?” Tristan asked, his voice full of mischief.

Ansley appreciated the playfulness in his tone. She also liked his suggestion.

“I’m leaning toward the notion of giving her a dancing dildo and letting her play by herself for a while,” Graham admitted, picking up a vibrator and flipping the switch.

The adult toy twitched. Then, it bounced up and down. The silicone layers overlapped as the shimmering object flopped about.

Elliott laughed aloud. “I find it’s a little more satisfying to play with dingdongs when a woman has the swollen tip locked between her pussy lips.”

“Me, too,” Bailey agreed.