Lang, Chloe - Wilde Surrender [The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 5] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (3 page)

Jessie leaned into him as he started the truck’s engine. Instantly his desire to open her up for his pleasure thundered inside him.

Not good. Not good at all.

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Much more than a touch of trepidation rolled all over Jessie. Just sitting next to Austin had her heart pounding and her skin buzzing.
I’m actually doing this? Yes. No turning back now.

She’d convinced herself to attempt the crazy act for the four men she’d fallen in love with—Austin’s brothers. As they passed Carlotta’s, Jessie wondered if this had been a mistake.

The dark, mysterious cowboy began fondling her chest with his right hand, while keeping his gaze forward to the road and his other hand on the steering wheel. “You have nice tits, pet.”

Jessie never before liked the word “tits,” but somehow coming from him it didn’t seem inappropriate. “Thank you, Master.” Why did it feel so damn right to call him by that title? She wasn’t sure, but it did.

Austin turned his attention away from her and back to the road. Was he only playing her, or did he have some sense of possession over her already? The latter thought spoke to something really deep inside Jessie—a secret place where she craved to be controlled and mastered. Before coming to Wilde and meeting the brothers, she’d wondered if such a desire existed inside her. Now, she knew it did.

With his gaze still on the highway, Austin commanded, “Remove your top.”

With some hesitation, she obeyed. She placed her shirt on the seat.

“Your bra, too.”

Jessie’s heart raced, but she complied. When she was free of her bra, she placed it neatly next to her top. Nervousness blazed hot inside her. Even with the low light of dusk, any other driver on the road would be able to see her naked torso. Back East, she’d never enjoyed looking at her body in a full-length mirror, but after spending time with the Wilde brothers in Nevada, a new wicked desire flared up even hotter to be bare and exposed. Jessie suddenly realized she was unconsciously fondling her breasts.

She looked over at Austin, who was admiring her hands’ play. “Pet, I told you to remove your top, not tease your nipples. That’s my job.”

She jerked her hands away and felt the heat in her cheeks. “Yes, Master.”

He reached over and tweaked her left nipple just hard enough to deliver a mouth-watering, little sting. She couldn’t help but yelp as he pinched harder, sending her into a state of dreaminess.

“Now that’s a sweet sound. More to come.” Austin’s torture of her breasts changed to gently strokes.

As tempting as his voice sounded, her mind raced ahead, producing all kinds of images and scenarios. Again she wondered if she could handle whatever he had in mind for her. Denver had said she needed more training before facing Austin. Her mouth went bone dry.

“Close your eyes, pet. You need your rest.”

Her eyelids felt so heavy, so she gladly shut them. Then she heard soft music fill the cab. Austin had either turned on the radio to a station that played soft jazz or he’d put in a CD. Either way, she didn’t care. The music worked like a charm to take her jitters down a notch.

As Austin continued massaging her breasts, she afforded herself a few sneaky peaks at him. He manipulated her mounds with one hand, while keeping the other on the steering wheel. His eyes wandered back and forth from the road to her chest. His fingers were magical, enticing so much response from her body. Heat flooded in and out of her.

She closed her eyes again, letting the miles pass while enjoying the feel of his hands on her. Her anxieties melted as time ticked away on their drive.

Suddenly, the vibration of the truck ceased as Austin’s hand left her chest.

“We’re here, pet.” He opened his door and left the cab.

She grabbed her discarded clothes.

“Leave your bra and top in the truck. You won’t be needing them for the next seven days.”

Jessie gulped. Nodding, she put her things back in the seat. She looked around. Austin’s place was very remote, thank God. She peered through the windshield to take in Austin’s home. It was hidden behind a large wall. She spotted wide steps that reminded her of a gentle waterfall, leading up to a red gate crowned by a square Japanese-style roof. The gate was closed. Along the wall were lanterns placed five to six feet apart. They illuminated the red-leafed dwarf trees around the place.

“Get out of the truck, pet. Now.”

“Yes, Master.” She wanted to see more, knowing that like all his brothers, Austin had actually built his home during his teenage years. At eighteen, he’d moved into it.

She slid out of the truck, feeling the night breeze hit her chest. Her nipples jutted out and gooseflesh popped up on her chest.

Austin pointed to the gate. “Go.”

She nearly leapt up the stairs to the gate. He followed behind. Jessie put her hand on the handle to open it, wondering what surprise would be revealed.

“Stop.”

She jerked her hand back, and turned to him.

“You will not be wearing clothes behind that gate.” He stood in front of her. “Strip.”

“For the whole seven—ouch.”

Austin pinched both her nipples, causing them to throb and burn. He released them and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“I know you are, but you will still be punished for your disobedience.”

She wondered what kind of torture he had in mind. Could she really hold his attention for seven days? He was a twenty-four-seven. She liked being dominated, but wasn’t sure if a never-ending scene would work for her. Play was one thing. Life was another.

She looked up into his stormy eyes.
Damn! I’ve done something wrong again. What?

“Why are you still wearing your pants, pet?”

“Oh, crap. I mean, sorry, Master.” In two blips, she was handing the rest of her clothes to him.

He walked around her, inspecting every inch of her naked body. Jessie stood completely still, though her nerves were popping like firecrackers. He’d already seen her nude at The Masters’ Chambers’ public shower, but this was more up close and personal. What if he didn’t like what he saw? Maybe, unlike his brothers, he liked the waify-model types instead of someone like her with a full-figure body.

“Stay here.” He opened the gate and walked through, leaving it ajar.

She didn’t move a muscle. Beyond the gate and wall was a very authentic Japanese garden. What she could see of his home reminded her more of a Shinto shrine or Buddhist temple than a house. The space exuded an air of tranquil formality with its style and grace. Austin walked up to the front door and then disappeared inside.

Jessie trembled like a leaf, realizing she didn’t have a stitch of clothing on in Nevada’s great outdoors. Without a doubt, any bear or wildcat would easily make a meal of her. She sighed when she saw Austin reappear from his home. He was holding something that looked like a circle made of steel in his hand.

When he reached her, he cupped her chin. “Kneel, pet.”

Jessie obeyed, feeling the cool of the granite step on her knees and shins.

He held the shiny chrome circle in front of her eyes. A tiny O-ring dangled from it.

“This is your training collar, Jessie. You will wear this, and this alone, in my house for the next seven days. I’m going to lock it on you. Only I can take it off. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

Austin walked behind her, and she felt him place the collar on her neck. It was not too tight and felt cool against her skin. When she heard him lock it, she definitely knew she was under his control.

“Good. Now, you can come into my home.” He stepped through the gate, and Jessie followed.

Chapter Three

Jessie’s mouth dropped the moment she walked through Austin’s gate and into his garden. It was as if they’d been transported from Nevada straight to Japan. The garden impacted her with its sense of harmony with nature. At least an acre of nature was presented in a fluid, organized way to delight the onlooker.

Large boulders flanked the pond, stream, and pathway like little mountains. Plants and grasses filled the space like a tapestry of color. She didn’t have time to take it all in as Austin sped to the door. She raced to stay in step with him.

He opened the door and led her inside to an entrance space. Jessie realized the Japanese theme didn’t end outside but continued inside as well. There was no furniture here. He took off his boots, placing them in a cubby by the door. The floor was covered in straw mats. In an alcove ahead, she saw a hanging picture scroll.

A sliding screen made of wood and paper was straight ahead. Austin opened it and motioned her to follow. The next space had a low table with four floor pillows on it. There was a large wooden chest, with a teapot and cups on its shelves. Another screen was in front of them. He opened it, and moved deeper into the house. She trailed behind.

When they went into the next room, the tranquility of the space evaporated. This was nothing like the garden or the other spaces she’d seen.

“Welcome to my dungeon, pet.”

The walls were black. There was a sink and cabinets against the back wall. The space was very discreet, having no windows. Even the lighting seemed by design, giving off a mystic glow. She saw all sorts of things around the room—shackles and cuffs, paddles and whips, benches and chairs, chains and ropes, and so much more. The private rooms at The Masters’ Chambers didn’t have anything quite like this. Seeing his domain didn’t put her off one bit. Instead, it made her want to burrow into his hard, muscled chest.

“No time like the present to get started.” His voice rumbled like an earthquake, and he pulled her closer to him by the ring on her collar. “I haven’t forgotten about your punishments, pet. You’ve earned every thud and sting I’m going to give you. What do you think about that?”

“I’m not sure, Master.” Her cheeks heated up as he touched her cheek ever so softly.

“You’re not lying. Good girl.” He stopped touching her cheek and released the collar’s ring. He pointed to a small wooden stool next to the table in the middle of the room. Though she’d never been on a dairy farm, she imagined the stool would fit in perfectly in such a place. The table reminded her of a massage therapist’s table with its face rest where you could see the floor below. But it was different. There were no soft sheets that draped over it. Instead, it was wrapped in black leather. Also, it was a bit larger and had cuffs attached to it, obviously for a person’s wrists and ankles.

“Sit.”

“Yes, Master.” When she sat down on the stool, her knees came up higher than her lap. She put her legs together and locked her hands to try to balance on the wooden seat. Though not built for comfort, it wasn’t unpleasant to sit on. She looked up at the cowboy as he walked around the room collecting items.
Items he’s going to use to punish me. Oh God.
Her pussy ached.

“Since you’re not sure how to say what you’re feeling, let me help you. You’re excited and frightened by me and all the things you see in this room.”

She nodded. How could Austin see more deeply into her than she could herself? However he did it, Jessie was pleased that he did.

“What have my brothers told you about me?” He placed a paddle, a crop, ropes, a large dildo, and other items he’d collected on the table. Then he walked over to a tall metal locker. Then he stripped off his shirt, revealing his muscled chest and ripped stomach.

Jessie’s jaw opened wide. She’d never seen such a masculine exhibit in her life.

He tilted his head toward her. “I asked you a question, sub.”