Acres, Natalie - Sex Club [Cowboy Sex 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (54 page)

She sat up. “Okay, yes, I confess. I planned to call home. And no, I don’t like the water unless my ass is in the sand and I can see the ocean’s waves coming toward me. I’m not particularly fond of riding them.”

“Why are you just now telling me this?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t think I had much of a choice. Braden Daddy was obviously willing to lend a hand. I figured if I wanted to go with you, I’d have to suck it up.” A beat later, she said, “The truth is, I’m afraid out here. What if the boat sinks? What if pirates come and invade our yacht while we sleep? What if…” She couldn’t think of anything else, but she sure was grasping. Her brow wrinkled. Her mouth twitched, and finally she gave up and switched directions. “And what if you decide you don’t love me anymore and throw me overboard?”

Tristan cupped her nape and drew her lips to his. “That won’t happen.”

“How do you know?”

“I know, and you do, too,” he said, leaning back on his lounger and pulling her atop him.

As he stroked her back, his cock grew painfully hard. Her nipples pierced through the fabric she wore, pressing against his bare chest. Tilting her chin toward his, he said, “It’s time to start that training, sub.”

“I knew this day was coming,” she said, smiling the most genuine smile he’d seen in days.

“Are you up for it?”

“Maybe.”

He winked. “I’ll take that as a yes. I actually hear some enthusiasm in your voice. Wait here.”

As much as it physically pained him to leave her, Tristan left her on the deck and entered the salon. Ordering the captain to anchor as soon as possible and then disappear until he called for him, Tristan searched through a few cabinets. Realizing he’d most likely find a few treasures since the boat was originally planned for the Cartwells’ anniversary cruise, he retrieved a paddle and a few new, unopened boxed items. He returned to the deck. By then Bailey was there, too.

“Looks like you have delicious plans for breakfast,” Bailey said, his jovial mood obvious.

“You’d better believe it,” Tristan replied.

Bailey sat on the end of Ansley’s chair and slid her feet onto his lap. Massaging her calves, he said, “You know what I’d like to do this morning?”

“Let me guess,” she said, leaning forward and stealing a kiss. “Your ideas have something to do with my mouth and your cock?”

“Try again,” Bailey said, dragging her legs across his upper thighs. His hand disappeared under her gown.

“I like your way of thinking,” she whispered, leaning back. Her legs parted. Tristan eyed her bare pussy as Bailey maneuvered his arm under her nightclothes.

“Not yet,” Tristan said.

“But I’m hungry,” Bailey complained.

“Well, why didn’t you say so?” Tristan moistened his lips.

“You’re looking at her like she’s our early-morning catch.”

“She is,” Tristan assured him. “Ansley, undress.”

“Here? You can’t be serious. The sun will be up in a few minutes.”

“Out here, we don’t have an audience, but if you want one, I can make that happen.”

“I have a feeling you can make a lot of things happen with the right motivation.”

“Yes I can. Strip, beautiful, and I’ll show you.”

* * * *

Ansley stood. She wasn’t nervous. In fact, she owned new confidence. After her brief discussion with Tristan, she felt reassured. Tristan was right. Her fathers were determined men, and they wanted their daughter at home. She would look at her time away from North Carolina as another vacation, an exciting journey. And she’d take the opportunity she’d been given to enjoy her men.

In fact, she’d view this trip as a honeymoon of sorts. She wouldn’t think about what she’d left behind. She’d cherish what she had, hold fast to the men who were right there waiting to love her.

She’d spent the last few days questioning her decision, and what a waste of time. She’d been lonely, and that was a new experience in itself. She couldn’t understand why Tristan, Bailey, Graham, and Elliott had given her space, but now she was grateful for the time.

She didn’t need any more. She needed them, and she certainly wanted this.

Stripping her gown overhead, she saw the hunger in their eyes as soon as the material softly landed at her feet. A surge of relief washed over her body. She realized then what she’d most feared was an insecurity easily put to rest.

She was silly enough to believe they didn’t want her anymore, that for some reason, they regretted their decision to bring her with them or possibly held her or her family responsible for their untimely departure. Now, here they were, standing in front of her with longing and acceptance settling in their eyes.

“Gorgeous,” Tristan said, walking around her in a circle.

Gripping the paddle in his hand, he took a seat. “Bend over.”

“I haven’t been naughty,” she said, shaking her ass in front of him. “But I can be if that’s what you want.”

Tristan glanced at Bailey. “Did you hear that? She stays locked up in her stateroom for three days and feels like she’s been a good sub. What do you think, Bailey?”

“I think she needs a few good licks, myself.”

“Me, too!” she exclaimed enthusiastically.

“With the paddle,” Bailey said sternly.

“But you ignored me,” Ansley said, her gaze darting between them.

“We didn’t ignore you, sugar,” Tristan assured her. “You shut down. You made the decision to hide from us and kept your feelings inside. That doesn’t work for me.”

He patted his leg. She stared at his thick thigh. The white pants he wore clung to his legs and made her mouth water. The tight outline of muscle stretched the material. Her gaze wandered and she stared right at his cock. “
Now
, I’ve been bad, Tristan, and I’m thinking real dirty thoughts.”

Without trying to hide her own hunger, her tongue darted out. She wet her lips and then nervously bent. She placed her hands on her knees and rolled her back, making sure he saw the pucker, the very place he’d likely want to penetrate before the morning was over. Releasing her legs, she covered her breasts with her hands, pushing her palms against her sensitive nipples.

“Playing with yourself?” Tristan asked.

“No,” she replied. “Yes.”

“That’s what I thought,” Tristan said, the guttural tone in his voice driving her instincts, making her desires kick up a notch. “Drop your arms.”

Ansley’s limbs fell to her sides and her breasts bounced free when Tristan’s movement jolted her body. He dragged her over his lap. Resting his palm against her backside, he massaged her ass with his free hand before striking her bottom with the paddle.

“Ouch!” she cried out, jerking. Using his calves, she lifted herself up and glared at him. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

He struck again. “What someone should’ve done a long time ago.”

“Tristan, that hurt! I’m serious!”

“Good,” he said, slapping the wood against her bare bottom again. “Your safe word is ‘boat.’ If you want me to stop, use it and I’ll quit right now, but you won’t be fucked today or the day after. Understood?”

“That’s not fa—”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Ow!” She writhed under each wallop. “Why are you spanking me?”

“Because I don’t like the new Ansley we brought on board. I fell in love with a spunky young woman who knew what she wanted and went after it. This new weeping willow persona doesn’t do anything for me.” He smacked again and once more.

She cried out with the pain, awaiting the pleasure, perhaps a soothing hand rushing over her hips and ass, salve or cream covering her cheeks. Instead the burn intensified. The licks continued, but that wasn’t the best or the worst of it.

Inside, her cunt was creaming, her walls clenched. A damp pool of desire flooded her pussy lips, and she was in physical pain yearning for penetration, attention to detail, a hard fuck.

The spanking continued. Tears ran down her cheeks. She counted seventeen strikes to her bottom before Tristan finally dropped the paddle. “There,” he said, satisfied. “That’s what I wanted to see. A pretty red ass and a willing sub who could take her punishment without complaining.”

She’d griped all right. Either he’d ignored her, or he’d allowed the initial whimpering and whining a free pass.

Instead of massaging her ass, he rolled her away from him so he could look into her eyes. “I love you.”

“I know you do,” she said, not quite sure where all of this was leading.

“But I fell in love with a woman who is fun loving, sexy, and a barrel of laughs. Is she still in there somewhere?” Tristan searched her eyes, stretching his neck as he looked at her.

“She hasn’t gone anywhere,” she said, dabbing the corners of her eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied.

“Bailey, there’s some cooling cream on the bench. I’ll be right back.” He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. Then, he was gone.

“That was intense,” she confessed, sitting with her ankles crossed. She flinched as she scooted toward the bend of the chair. Her ass felt like it was on fire. The hotness was a delicious burn with a scalding heat so fierce, she felt as if she’d been branded.

“You have no idea what we have in store for you,” Bailey promised, kissing her lips. Their meeting of mouths was like a smooch to rekindle old flames. He pulled back, bunched her hair in his hands and kissed her whole mouth again, exploring her lips with wide eyes. He left her breathless and then took a step away from her, placing some distance between them. “Stretch out for me, Ansley.”

She laid flat on her back.

“Roll over on your stomach.”

“Tristan acts like he’s upset with me,” she said, lying facedown.

Bailey placed several globs of the oily substance on her butt cheeks. As his hands propelled over her ass, he said, “No, he’s mad at himself.”

“Why?”

“Because we were too selfish to let you go, and now you’re out here in the middle of the ocean absolutely miserable.”

She dropped her chin on the back of her hands and enjoyed the heavenly massage. “If this is misery, I’d love some company.” A second later, she said, “Bailey, I don’t know why I went in a shell. I guess, truth told, I’m a person of habit. I was afraid of change.”

“And now?”

“I’m settled. I can’t stand the thought of one day without all four of you with me. When it’s meant to happen, we’ll go home, but right now I’m happy where I am.”

“That’s good to know,” Bailey said, leaning down and kissing her back. His tongue raked over her shoulder blades until she trembled all over. His hands remained on her lower half, rubbing and stroking, careening over her hips and cheeks. His fingers kneaded her skin until she was aroused not only from his attention but from the scorching burn his fingers seemed to bury into her searing flesh.

“Did you like that?” he asked, replacing the lid on the jar. He set the container on the chair next to her.

“The spanking was a little harder than I expected, rougher.”