Acres, Natalie - Sex Addict [Cowboy Addiction 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (8 page)

Kemper was accustomed to her tactics. Holly enjoyed keeping her men on their toes. Regardless of how she strutted, he sure loved to watch her body move, her breasts bounce.

“You just did, Kit. That’s all.”

His eyes darkened, and Kemper quickly anticipated what Kit had in mind. He’d been here and done this a few dozen times. Before Holly knew what hit her, Kit slung her over his shoulder and stomped to the corner. “Well, little woman,” he said, giving her rump a solid pat, “what do you say we open the door and let you waltz right in?” His eyes glittered with possibilities. “Far be it for me to shut a woman out of the best of parties.”

“Put me down, Kit,” she said calmly.

“Not yet,” he said, stroking her globes, caressing her bottom. “I’m enjoying this.”

“Yes, well, I’m sure you are. Maybe you should’ve tossed me over your back earlier today. Then, you wouldn’t have had time to kick me out on my ass!”

“Obviously, you didn’t go very far,” he pointed out, reaching for the curtain. He yanked the rope, dragging the drapery to the side. Then, he gently placed her on a wooden slab connected to the wall, a bench seat they’d made for this very purpose—a time-out chair for naughty subs with discipline problems.

“Holly, this is where we place a disobedient sub. It’s obvious. You need to learn to express yourself appropriately. When a Dom wants his sub’s compliance and doesn’t find her agreeable, often punishment is in order.”

Kemper stood nearby, close enough to watch. He felt like he was set to view the first season of a new drama unfolding, one guaranteed to be a huge network hit.

After plopping down on the slanted wooden slab, Holly asked, “So now what?”

“Rule number one,” Kit began. “You’ll address me as Master, Kemper as Sir.”

“When hell freezes over,” she said, studying her nails.

Holly’s defiance didn’t rattle Kit. Then again, they’d discussed this in the past. If and when Holly entered training, they fully understood what they potentially faced. She’d be their greatest challenge, but in the end, the satisfying conclusion and rewards that went along with having a compliant sub would be well worth the effort.

“Rule number two, since you weren’t able to make a decision for yourself, Kemper and I will assume you’re incapable of making choices. We’ll make them for you.”

“Oh that’s sweet, quite thoughtful in fact,” she said, taking a deep breath and acting as if she were positively bored.

“And finally, rule number three,” he said, grinning wider. “We use a checks-and-balances system here. Now that we’re pretty certain you’ve wanted to enter our training program, you’ll be taught to respect your punishment and look forward to your rewards. Understood?”

“Sure,” she drawled. She stood then and said, “I think I’ll go see if Mrs. Daniels will make me some lunch.”

“You forgot rule number four,” Kemper told Kit.

Kit frowned. “I did, didn’t I?”

“Yes,” Kemper replied, realizing there wasn’t a rule number four until the need for an addendum became necessary. “You won’t order people around now. Instead, you’ll be here to serve and please your dominant partners. When you’re rewarded, you’ll be able to use Mrs. Daniels. She’ll help you cook and clean. In the meantime, you’re on common ground here. Look at your education as basic training, sort of like boot camp. You’ll start at ground zero, which is pretty much where you were when we found you. Then, you’ll earn your privileges. Are we clear?”

She frowned.

“You don’t agree?” Kit asked.

“I wasn’t at rock bottom and that’s what you’re implying.”

“Going to bed with countless strangers night after night doesn’t place you at ground zero?”

“No,” she replied. “But let’s get one thing crystal clear. You will not make me feel ‘less than’ because of my past. The past is over. It’s gone. I can’t go back and change it and I’m not sure I’d want to if I could. I made a lot of friends, enjoyed a few laughs, and gained the experience you now seem to enjoy.”

“She has a point,” Kemper said.

“Not a good one.”

“Kit, when did you become so judgmental?”

“Oh, he’s always been that way,” Kemper informed her.

“Well, I don’t like it. The man I followed to East Tennessee was kind and compassionate.”

“You’re right. You followed me here. Didn’t you?”

Her lips twitched. “Kemper, the differences between brothers are alarming.”

“How?”

“They just are.”

“You can’t claim you were misled, Holly. You’ve been here a year,” Kit reminded her.

She looked around. “And I knew so much about you, right?”

“You’re the one who said you had no interest in the lifestyle.”

Rather than argue a case she wouldn’t win, she placed her hands on her hips and asked, “Can I go now, Sir?”

“She catches on quickly,” Kemper said proudly.

Holly took a deep breath and pushed by them, shaking her head. “Mrs. Daniels!” she screamed, stomping upstairs. “Will you help me prepare something for lunch? I’m so hungry I could eat a cowboy!”

At the top of the stairs, she turned around and flashed them a million-dollar smile. “Thanks, guys. I enjoyed the tour and hearing all about your little fantasies. I got a real kick out of the place down there. Maybe we can do this again sometime.”

The door slammed in their faces, and Kit said, “Apparently she doesn’t catch on as quickly as what we might like to think.”

“I think she’s still angry with you.”

“If she’s mad now, just you wait. By the time the day is over, she’ll be screaming profanity and threatening to leave.”

Kemper grinned. “But you won’t let her go now, will you?”

“Fuck no,” Kit replied, rubbing his nape. “After I saw that spark of interest burning in her eyes, I can’t wait to tie her up and tease her. That is, after she answers a few questions for me.”

“You need to let that go,” Kemper warned him.

“I can’t,” Kit stated flatly. “I’m determined to hear her side of the story. I want to know who Holly Hamlin was before she met us.”

“Holly Hamlin was exactly the woman you see now. She doesn’t have a changing face for different men and seasons. She isn’t that kind of woman.”

Kit shrugged. “I think you’re gonna be surprised by what we uncover about the lover we’ve had living here for well over a year.”

Kemper walked upstairs and jiggled the doorknob. He knocked and then pounded on the door. “Mrs. Daniels! Holly locked us down in the basement. Holly! Are you out there?”

“Fuck,” Kit muttered, checking his pockets.

“I’ll take a wild guess. You left the key in the door.”

“Yep,” Kit replied, turning his pockets inside out.

“Super,” Kemper muttered, retrieving his cell. “Let me see if I can get a hold of Blake or Grant. See if one of them will take mercy on us and come let us out.”

Kit grunted. “Who knows, maybe your woman—you know, the one with the charming personality that never changes—will come back. We could take a gamble and wait.”

“Yeah, right,” Kemper grumbled. “We’d be sitting here until the first frost fell.”

Chapter Seven

Holly heard them coming for her. The jingle of spurs and heavy heels dropping against each wooden stair made her insides shiver. They’d made it to the first landing. They were marching up to the second floor.

She’d already bathed and shaved. She’d visited Leigh Ann, her talented esthetician, the day before, paying for a Brazilian wax since bikini season was about a month away. Now, she was glad she treated herself to the indulgence.

Life as she’d known it was about to change. She couldn’t wait to see the future unravel before her.

Even though Kit had pissed her off, particularly when he’d said she’d gone to bed with strangers night after night—since that wasn’t entirely true—she had a profound desire to move forward and overlook his current shortcomings. Kit was an alpha male. He had too many alluring qualities, and Holly couldn’t stay angry with him.

Then again, he sort of owed her an apology.

He wouldn’t want her asking questions about his life prior to meeting her. She snickered to herself. Oh hell, she could only imagine the wrath she’d face if she went snooping around Blountville prying for data about Kit or Kemper. And an e-mail? Ha! If one of their old lovers sent her a message, the Keeslings would close down the town and find out who was ballsy enough to hit
send
and drop the damning e-mail.

Holly tingled all over as the footsteps became more pronounced. She felt like a bride on her wedding night. A virginal bride, if she could even picture such an image. Sure, she knew what to expect. She understood what was on the way, but she had no way to gauge the discomfort she’d endure prior to finding new pleasures.

Yes, she felt the angst of that virginal bride.

She checked the mirror and noted her choice of short denim cut-offs and a low-cut fitted top. Hmm, one thing about it, candy-apple red was her color. She was hardly the kind of woman a man expected to see draped in snow white.

A heavy knock fell upon the door. They were there. Trouble had arrived right on time. Nothing would stand between them now. This was the beginning of something quite carnal, delectable in every way. It was a new day in the Keesling house and a new hour in their relationship.

Like two brutes coming to secure their criminal, Kit and Kemper stood inside her doorway—well, actually the room belonged to Kemper—with their arms crossed over thick chests.

“Well,” she drawled flippantly, tucking a stand of hair behind her ear. “What took you two so long?”

Kit snarled.

“Oh my,” she said. “You look just plain mean.”

“And you try to find ways to waste my time,” Kit said, stalking her. “Did it ever occur to you that I can’t spend all day locked in the basement?”

“Ah shucks, hon,” she hummed. “I thought you might need a break from chasing heifers today.”

“I still have one in my sights,” he grumbled, probably aware of how his cow comparison would piss her off.

“You’re such a charming
little
fellow. Aren’t you?”

“You wouldn’t have me any other way.”

Kit was right. She’d always enjoyed sarcastic men with a dry sense of humor. At the moment, she appreciated Kit’s cockiness. The way he pursued her made her damp as her pussy clenched with anticipation.

Expectations were high. Sex was in the air. Lust was leading her fellows around by the nose.

She placed her palms forward, guarding her body as it heated behind her forward effort to ward off an outright capture. “What do you say we postpone this? Hmm?”

“I like the timing of right now,” Kit said, still pursuing her.

“Kemper!” she exclaimed, daring him to help her, but it was too late. She’d seen the sudden change in him when he’d hauled her off to that drab dungeon. He had no plans to save her.

He was more interested in her corruption.

Not that she’d need any help. She wondered then if she should share with them where she’d been. Would it take away or add to the experience if they realized she’d been trained to submit, taught to serve? Nay, they’d never believe her anyway. She was too strong willed.

“I have a choice here, right?” she asked.

“Strip,” Kit told her.

“Now?” she screeched, thinking of several reasons why she’d rather wait and lose her clothes in the basement.

“Yes, now,” Kit replied, his eyes burning through hers. “If I ask again, I’ll spank you with a paddle as we walk downstairs. Imagine Mrs. Daniels’s delight when she stands as a witness to the spanking you deserve?”

Holly gulped. “Don’t do this. Don’t embarrass me in front of the house staff.”

“Why not?” Kit demanded. “You seem to enjoy humiliating them.”

“That’s not true,” Holly said. “Mrs. Daniels and I may carry on with one another but I respect her. We have a good time.”

“She wouldn’t tell the same story,” Kit informed her.

“But I’m speaking the truth,” Holly said, feeling as if she were being scolded for a gross misunderstanding. She’d thought she and Mrs. Daniels were indeed buddies. Had the housekeeper complained to Kit and Kemper? Had Mrs. Daniels told them she was too demanding? “I’ll have a talk with Mrs. Daniels. If she thinks I’ve disrespected her in any way, I’ll apologize. It’s not in my nature to hurt someone’s feelings intentionally.”

“You’re stalling, Holly. I told you to strip. I’m assuming you understand that doesn’t mean this time next week.”

Kemper nodded. “I have to agree with Kit. You’re wasting time. We have a load of Holsteins coming in later today. After spending two hours in that basement, you can imagine how much time we’ve lost this morning.”

“You live on a cowboy’s minute anyway,” she said, pitching out one of her favorite sayings. Cowboys around there were never in any particular hurry. True farmers, Kit and Kemper grew corn and tobacco. They worked the land and their stock, which rotated around the clock if the eighteen-wheelers rolling in and out of there were any indication.