Mastered By The Mavericks (38 page)

“Thank you, Sir.” Brynn smiled softly.

“Fuck you, Sir.” Rhett gritted his teeth, clearly battling the urge to blow into the
cage of Rebel’s fingers.

“You’re getting the right idea, man. Kind of.” By the time Rhett’s brows leapt in
curiosity, Rebel had reached into the magic toy bag on the nightstand, quickly locating
one of the packets of latex fun. With economy that came from tons of practice, he
had the rubber out and ready in about ten seconds. But he deliberately slowed down
for the next phase of the plan, teasing the sheath over the tip of the man’s broad
shaft.

“Damn,” Rhett gritted. “
Damn
, even that’s good.”

“Looks good too, brother.” As he stroked two fingers over the veins of Rhett’s hardness,
he slipped his other hand between Brynn’s buttocks…and parted the intimate lips at
her core. “It’s going to look even better when it’s driving into this girl’s sweet
cunt.”

Brynn voiced her version of an approval to that plan. As her high-pitched sigh stabbed
the air, the walls of her tunnel clamped over his fingers.
Fuck.
That was so good. He might be the perv getting the nastiest floor show in town today,
but Rhett was the lucky sonofabitch starring in the performance. This hot, tight sheath
was going to give his dick one hell of a fine workout…

“Fuuuuuck.”

Rhett’s groan, hoarse and guttural, emanated from the throat that strained as his
head rocked back—and his cock pushed the limits of the condom. Rebel marveled at the
feel of it, running his hand over the taut latex, while silently ordering Rhett to
stay in place by gripping his balls with the other hand. Took his time about the torment
too, rolling the cream he’d collected from Brynn’s pussy over the sacs that throbbed
and jerked, aching to punch that magnificent dick deep into her body.

Finally, he let go. The moment he did, Rhett let out a longer groan—then worked his
shaft to the cleft Reb had prepared so perfectly. “Ride me, sweetheart.” The harsh,
almost hurting growl rasped the air. “Ride my cock hard.”

Brynn’s cry twisted with Rhett’s groan as he slammed her body down over his.

It was one of the best fucks Rebel had ever witnessed.

He didn’t want to think about the true significance of that statement. So he didn’t.
He focused on the pure perfection of the moment in front of him: the two bodies blended
in a dance so perfect and right, not even live music could’ve made the scene better.
Peach skin against alabaster muscle. Smooth nectar against sculpted brawn. Soft submission
wrapped by dominant power. An energy so pure and perfect and right, it almost pained
him to think of interrupting—

Almost.

As he stepped back in, he reached for the sight that drew him the strongest: the paths
of pink bruises along the fleshiest planes of her delectable ass. He didn’t even clutch
her roughly at first, simply held out a hand and basked in the force of Rhett’s thrusts
throughout her body, but soon, the craving to caress called too strongly. To rub in
deeper, searching for the heat that still danced across her skin, exploring the welts
Rhett had formed with his harder smacks.

When he brushed those, she shrieked the loudest. “Perfect,” he murmured in response,
even dipping his lips to kiss a few of the raised, hot ridges. “Fucking perfect.”
He scooped up the paddle from where Rhett had left it on the coverlet. “I’m going
to add three more to your collection now,
minette
.”

He doubted Brynn was aware of how her wobbly little sigh acted as a giant honeycomb
of temptation to the lusty black bear prowling his bloodstream. Rhett only concurred
with a short grunt instead of a full growl, but he planted his thighs a little farther
and began pumping his cock harder, giving full rein to the beast stalking his instincts,
too.

It was an incredible view—but Reb couldn’t wait to add the imprint from his own discipline
to the mix. He twirled the paddle in his hand a few times, testing the weight of the
wood and the breadth of the handle, before swirling the blade across her ass, assessing
how sensitive she possibly was after fifteen blows from Rhett already. As he expected,
she flinched a little. As he also expected, Rhett was giving her a damn fine distraction
with every masterful lunge into her weeping pussy. Every time his balls smacked her
body, a tiny, high cry escaped her. Reb caught glimpses of her breasts too: still
tight and erect, evoking the damn watering mouth again.

It was so time to do this.

And he did.

Whomp.

She screamed once more. Rhett, dedicated to keeping her physically balanced while
continuing to screw her hard, didn’t think of absorbing the sound in the same way
Rebel had. That freed her outburst in full on the air, flying through the room like
a soprano’s aria, piercing and heartbreaking and agonized—and soaring and stunning
and transforming.

Rebel swayed, rocked to his core. The sound filled his marrow, fired his muscles,
turned even the hairs down his arms and legs into a strands of electricity. It scorched
him. Terrified him.

And fuck, he wanted more.

He sucked the feeling in, yearning to hoard its magnificence while damn near sure
it would splinter him apart. Somehow, he balled up the energy enough to funnel it
down his arm, into the fist still wrapped around the paddle—

Then swinging down with all the force of that passion.

Whack.

“Ohhhh my God!”

Music, inundating his soul.

Power, infusing his spirit.

Submission, slamming his cock.

“Fuck,” he rasped.

“Fuck!” Rhett growled. His balls turned a deeper red, flooded with the pressure of
new blood. “Beautiful. Little. Peach. So tight…so good.” His fingers clawed down her
back, digging in as if intending to rip her open. With every new swipe her head rocked
to the side, and a keen of desire spilled off her lips.

Rebel spread his free hand along her delectable ass cheeks, ensuring the heat from
his blows remained memorable in her skin. “Pain is a
trés belle
look for her.”

Rhett curled his fingers into the ends of her hair, forcing her head back. “Couldn’t
agree more.”

“Of course you couldn’t.” He was waiting, arrogant smirk in place, when Rhett cocked
his head out for a what-the-fuck glance. A little reminder, silently delivered.
We’re not done—which means I’m still very much in charge.

Brynn added her own contribution to the exchange: a sigh that conveyed desperate need
with exquisite pitch. The sound stuck Rebel in his most visceral centers, thundering
through his heart, pounding up his cock. Thank fuck Rhett had kept his head out a
moment longer, allowing him to catch his friend’s in-the-same-boat-buddy stare.

Holy God. They were both in trouble.

A thought he couldn’t explore any deeper right now—not when she drew him closer, compelling
his senses like the magic of a symphony, violins and horns and flutes replaced by
the concerto of her breaths, sighs, and cries, until he was a creature enraptured—

And convinced the final stroke of her punishment had to be something just as special.
Something imprinted on the inside of her body as well as outside…

He tossed the paddle to the floor. At the same time, stepped the other way, toward
the nightstand—as he made short of releasing his erection from his jeans. Once he
got to the toy bag, he pulled out two items. The first, a repeat of the little package
he’d retrieved for Rhett, got quickly yanked open and used. His dick jerked in protest
as he stretched the condom on. With a determined grunt, he secured it down to his
balls, then squeezed both in order to keep his lust in control.

With his libido tamed, at least for now, he turned his attention to the second item.
One push of his thumb popped the lid on the water-based lube. A drop of the shiny
liquid burst out, as if voicing its eagerness to get on with the wicked plan at hand.

Brynn didn’t make anything easier with a new little sound, an inquisitive cry that
had her wriggling against Rhett—and proving that as stunning as her bondage was, it
wouldn’t serve cohesively for what Reb intended to do to her next.

Reluctantly, he loosened the bra straps from her wrists. Not so reluctantly, he pressed
himself over her, his chest formed to her back as he rubbed the slight abrasions to
her shell-colored skin, then meshed his fingers between hers. It gave him the ideal
angle for suckling into her ear, before whispering, “Something remarkable for your
final punishment, little one.
Oui
?” He slid his hands back up her arms, fanning them in and across her breasts, before
raking them back down to re-clasp their fingers. “You feel this? Is this good?”

She smiled so hugely, he felt it against his jaw. “Y-yes, Sir.”

“Good. Because this is how I’m going to hold you when my cock’s buried in your ass.”

Her smile dropped as her hips bucked.

She stilled upon discovering the movement only pushed her globes higher against his
erection. Too little, too late. Rebel’s shaft fell deeper into the cleft of her ass,
meaning she only squeezed him tighter while making the correction. He didn’t hold
back an appreciative groan, letting the sound fill her ear, gripping her hands tighter,
grinding his hips harder.

Beneath him, she shivered from top to bottom. A sound unfurled from her, half aroused
whimper but half frightened moan, that tugged to the core of Reb’s balls. Wasn’t too
far off the mark for Rhett either, gauging by the guy’s quivering thighs.

“Sir?” she finally squeaked. “I—I’m not sure that I can—”

“Oh, yeah.” Rhett beat him to the interruption. “You
can
, sweetheart. And you will.” He tugged her head down, locking his gaze into hers.
“For us.”

“
With
us.” Fewer words had felt more the right thing at the right time—especially as Rebel
slipped a hand free and lowered it to Rhett’s jaw. He fanned fingers along those bold
lines, showing Rhett that the communication, connection, and friendship they’d always
had was still here, right now, only deeper. Better. And nothing to be afraid of.

A message they both needed.

Especially as he brought the lube inward, and began to work it into the valley of
Brynna’s buttocks. A little more, warming the liquid as he glided it deeper in, seeking
the puckered hole of her most forbidden entrance…

“Ohhhh!”

“Ssshhhh,
petite
. Breathe. Now again. Relax.”

“I can’t—”

“You
will
.” He emphasized the order by turning his head, gently sinking his teeth into her
ear. “You’re still being punished—and this is how it pleases me to administer the
last strike of your discipline. We’ll get there
minette
, I promise you. I’ll be fucking this ass soon…and you’ll be thanking me for it.”

‡

B
rynna barely held
herself back from spewing a sarcastic laugh at the man. Correction: the bastard who’d
become all ruthless pirate, poised there with his lube and his fingers and his invasion
into her body like she didn’t already have the world’s hugest cock already stretching
her to the fullest, making her unsure whether she wanted to scream in ultimate pleasure,
bawl in ultimate pain—or both.

And damn it, there was the rub. Literally as well as figuratively.

Pain is a
trés belle
look for her
.

Did the damn pirate have to be so right?

Fine. She felt
trés belle
, all right? But that wasn’t all of it. Not nearly. The pain…it had become…a release.
A tangible, logical reason to her to feel things like insecurity, fear, and trepidation—that
allowed all her
il
logical reasons to tag along for the ride. For the first time in over a year, she
had permission to feel…everything.

And she did.

And it was…better than
belle
.

It was freedom.

So despite every hot, heavy drop of quivering hesitation, she inhaled deeper and obeyed
Rebel as best as she could. Daring to believe him. Gambling on trusting him.

Breaking every single one of her own damn rules.

And hating her body for answering with wave upon wave of rebellious tingles—

As Rebel Stafford probed her ass hole deeper.

She decided to focus on what he’d instructed. Worked to push her muscles against his
fingers, to open her passage wider for him. She was shocked by the results—not because
it physically worked but because of how…
nice
it felt too. She actually had nerve endings back there…membranes that began to warm
and spark from his contact, soon spreading across the throbbing tissues of her pussy,
too.

He worked himself in deeper…and it felt even nicer. Even inside other places. Even
against the hot, tight walls of her womb…

She wasn’t the only one who knew it.

“Christ.” Rhett’s teeth openly gritted on the word. “I can feel you, Moon. Your dick…I
can feel it against mine.”