Lang, Chloe - Wilde Surrender [The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 5] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (10 page)

“Ready, pet?”

“Y–Yes.”

She felt the sting before she heard the now familiar crack. Like a lover’s bite, she felt the heat from the whip’s first strike in the middle of her left ass cheek. The burn fired up delicious sensations in her body.

“A first taste, sweetheart.” She heard him step up behind her. Then when she felt his fingers on the spot on her ass the lash had struck, her pussy dampened. “Six more to go, pet. Understand?”

Oh God!
“Yes, Master.”

“Perfect. Feel my energy in each strike.” His voice was the sexiest she’d ever heard it. “Color?”

“Green.” She’d been to his tree before, but never with him. This seemed so much like an initiation, and it felt so right.

“Ready?”

Crack!
Her right ass cheek now burned in harmony with her left. Tears welled up in her eyes, and dizziness rushed in.

Crack!
The top of her ass chimed in.
Crack!
The bottom of her right cheek trumpeted. Though unable to move but a fraction of an inch, Jessie’s insides were shaking fiercely. Austin’s whip never landed on her in the same spot. He never hit her thighs or back, but concentrated on her ass. This was so much more than a paddling, and liquid oozed from her pussy down her inner thighs. She’d never been so wet in all her life.

“Last one, Jessie.”

She’d lost count after number three, drifting into a woozy sphere between complete consciousness and unconsciousness. The final sting from his whip burned hotter than all the rest, causing her clit to burn and throb.

In a flash, he had her restraints removed, and he carried her back to the table, placing her on her stomach. She felt him apply cooling cream to her stinging ass.

“You did great, Jessie. So great.”

He called me by name.
She smiled. “Thank you, Master.”

“Roll over for me.”

She obeyed. Her back now nestled against the table’s cushion.

Austin cupped her chin and pressed his lips against hers. Need flooded into her, and she sent her hands up to his shoulders. As he plunged his tongue into her mouth, she clawed at his back. Uncontrollable shivers rocked inside her. She wanted more. He knew her buttons and pushed them over and over. This cowboy had awakened an unquenchable thirst. She knew it would never go away. Sure, it could be subdued for a time, but not forever. She would have to come to the fountain again and again.

She’d come to Wilde a virgin. Now, she was a full-blown woman who had enjoyed more kinds of sexual experiences than the majority of women in the entire world ever had. And, she had fallen in love with five amazing men. For some that might be a nightmare, but for her, it was a dream.

As Austin latched on to her breasts with his hands, her taut nipples jutted out. His massaging turned to tweaks on her tiny bits of flesh, and she couldn’t help but lick her lips.

Austin brought his mouth down on her right nipple, and then sucked her hard until she was moaning. Then he moved to her other breast, and did the same.

“Color?”

“Green, Master. That feels so good.”

His hand slid down her abdomen to her belly button until finally arriving at her pussy. She bit her lip when his thumb pressed on her burning clit.

With his other hand, he spread her legs apart. Then he kissed her swollen folds. “Sweet cream.”

Sparks flew through her as he brushed her pussy with his tongue. Mini quakes erupted deep inside her channel, and heat washed over her. When he captured her clit with his teeth, she screamed.

“Yes!”

His finger shot into her, rubbing that special place in her pussy that sent her to the moon, causing her back to arch off the table. Instinct took her over. As she clawed the back of his head, she lifted her hips, pressing her pussy into his face.

Hearing him lap of her juices and feeling his mouth on her pussy saturated her entire being with a delirious, raw craze. Her nerves fired in rapid succession, melting her inside and out.

With his digit still probing her insides, he growled, “Come for your Master, pet.”

“Y–Yes!” She tightened her pussy’s walls around his meaty finger, and writhed against his mouth. Her womb spasmed violently as her orgasm blazed red hot. Pleasure-filled eruptions rocked through her body, and her clit pulsated. Then she screamed as her climax reached its pinnacle.

Austin rubbed her legs. “Good girl.”

Jessie didn’t have enough breath to do more than murmur, so she smiled instead.

Without hesitation, he flipped her back on her stomach. He stretched and lubed her ass with his fingers until her thirst returned.

“God, you’re really something else, sweetheart.”

“Thank you.”

She watched him shed his clothes, including his Dom vest. He climbed up on top of her, and she loved feeling his weight press on her back.

He whispered in her ear. “I’m going to fill up your pretty, little ass, pet. Color?”

She blinked. “Green, Master.”

In a single powerful stroke, he thrust his cock into her ass. The first jolt of pain caused her breath catch in her chest. The sensation of being completely filled up engulfed her. She chewed on her lower lip, riding out the pain. As the discomfort subsided, a ravenous fever grew deep inside her.

“Your ass feels amazing around my dick, sweetheart. Ready to go for a ride?”

She blinked. “Oh God.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, pet.” In and out, he drilled her with his cock. His tempo was slow and methodical. He was like a machine that drove her mad with desire.

“Fuck. You’re tight.”

“Ohhh…” She felt completely filled up by him.

“Clench my cock with your ass,” he commanded.

She obeyed, and felt his dick jerk inside her. “Like that, Master?”

“Fuck yeah!” His pounding sped up as he slammed into her ass. Every time he sent the length of his cock into her, her clit was smashed against the table.

His unrelenting plunges into her ass created hot, electrical sensations that flared to life through her body.

She screamed.

Master pulled on her braid, reminding Jessie of his dominance over her. She curled her hands into fists, and pounded the table as her passion consumed her. Tears streamed from her eyes, and her mouth gaped open as the first convulsions of her orgasm erupted from inside her pussy.

She yelled, “Oh, God!”

“Take every drop of me, pet!” She felt his final thrust slam her fully into the table. When she felt him shoot his cum inside her, ecstasy routed all sanity. Shivers took her over.

He kissed the back of her neck. “Are you hungry?”

He’s not going to fuck my pussy.
Her heart deflated. “No, Master.”

Austin crawled off of her, and she missed the feel of his frame on top of hers. “You will be. I’m going to fix you a big dinner.”

When he touched her training collar, she almost lost it right then, but she somehow held back her despair.

“Thank you, Master.”
I’m only a plaything for him. He has no desire to make love to me.
She felt like the biggest fool.

He dressed and gathered up all the things he’d brought. “Stay on the table, pet. You’re exhausted.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you need something?” he asked, sounding a bit concerned.

She prayed he couldn’t read her mind right now. “May I wear the blindfold and the earplugs until we eat? I want to be still for a while and enjoy my afterglow, Master.”

His eyebrow raised up, and then lowered. “Okay, sweetheart. Sure.”

“Thank you.” As the darkness and quiet wrapped around her like a mother’s embrace, her silent tears rocked her body.

She hoped Austin would think it was only a result of her coming down from her climax, and not what the real cause was—her heart ripping apart.

Chapter Eight

Paul King sat in his motel room. He would make sure the bitch paid for what she’d done to him. On the bed were his shotgun, two rifles, and his pistol. With every lawman in the state looking for him, he would need help from someone he could trust.

Of course, his nephew was the first to come to his mind.

Paul had ditched his cell awhile back, knowing the authorities would be able to track him that way. So, he dialed the boy from the room’s phone.

No answer. Damn it!

He should’ve run the cunt through with the knife back at Norma’s when he’d had the chance. Rage rolled through him. Somehow, he had to get back to Wilde and fix his missteps with that bitch.

Paul picked up the pistol and aimed it at his forehead’s reflection in the mirror on the wall.

No matter what he had to do to make sure she was pushing up daisies in forty-eight hours or less, he’d fucking do it.

* * * *

In his backyard, Austin flipped the steaks on the grill. The night was quiet, but he’d leaned his rifle against the wall, just in case some uninvited guest showed up.

Paul King was still out there.

Until the fucker was captured, Austin would have a weapon always at the ready. Hell, even after that. When it came to protecting Jessie, he would never take shortcuts.

Before drifting off to sleep, she’d ordered her steak well done. He couldn’t imagine how she could eat her meat that way. He liked his rare. That was just another example to him of the power of opposites attracting each other. It apparently even extended into dietary preferences.

As the sizzling of the sirloins quieted, Austin realized he was whistling. God, had he ever done that before? No. Having Jessie in his home had actually changed him. He felt happy.

He’d worked hard to get her to a state where she would give over all her power, but he believed he’d succeeded. She was ready.

Tonight, he would replace her training collar with a permanent one that signified she was his. At first, he knew she wouldn’t understand why he would not let her return to his brothers, but in time she would. He would be enough for her from now on. He’d withheld his dick from her pussy for the entire week, and though fucking her ass had been awesome, he couldn’t wait to feel her tight cunt wrapped around his cock. Once his collar was around her neck, he’d make love to her all night long.

An engine roared to life outside his gate.

“What the fuck!” He slammed the lid of the grill down and ran to his gate, grabbing the rifle. Cocking it, he sent a bullet into the chamber. Then he clicked the safety off. The motherfucker was a dead man.

When he opened the gate, headlights blinded him for a split second, and he almost sent a bullet through the windshield of the driver’s side of his truck. Thank God he hesitated. Not Paul King. Without clothes and wearing her training collar, Jessie was behind the wheel. She shook her head. Her eyes were blood red from crying. He jumped for the truck’s door, but she was too smart for him. She backed the truck up in a flash. Then she peeled out, spreading gravel in every direction.
 

He’d miscalculated her state. Anger filled him up. He had a pretty good idea who she’d go to. If he ran, he calculated he could make it there in just over two hours. But he needed one thing before he did.