Blake, Abby - Mikayla's Family [A Bride for Eight Brothers 6] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (3 page)

“When you suck my cock, I expect one hundred percent of your attention,” he said with a mock growl. He nipped at her jaw playfully, and she giggled in return. For the first time in a long time she felt completely at ease.

The farm was proving to be a lot of work, even with all the modern equipment, but her husbands all seemed to enjoy the new challenge. Zedahla, now known as Emily, had settled into her new life as one of the Davidson siblings, and Mikayla’s mothers-in-law had stopped dropping hints about grandchildren. Tracey and her husbands planned to visit around Thanksgiving and had been discussing moving to a small town not far from here. It would be wonderful to have her best friend so close—especially if they both found themselves in the family way around the same time.

For one fleeting moment, the fear of getting pregnant returned to taunt her, but Mikayla ruthlessly squashed the destructive thought. The doctors had all assured her that she was unlikely to have another ectopic pregnancy but had also pointed out that there were no guarantees. Life and procreation were often unpredictable, even with today’s medical facilities, so her only choice was to be brave. If it happened again, she knew that at least this time her husbands would all be close.

“Concentrate, wife,” John said with a wide grin.

“Why?” she asked, trying to ignore the very hard cock pressing against her crotch.

“Because Lachlan, Brock, Peter, and I found out that you are ovulating and plan to do our best to impregnate you immediately. We can’t let the others think they’re the father of your children now, can we?”

She smiled at his semi-joking attitude. She’d fallen pregnant accidentally the first time, so none of them had a clue who had impregnated her, but since deciding to deliberately become pregnant, they all seemed very determined to be certain no one had any idea who the father might be.

“And besides,” John said, rocking his hips against her now-aching mound. “Brock and Lachlan agree that you need a very thorough spanking to make up for all the ones you’ll miss once you get pregnant.”

She felt cream pulse from her core. Brock and Lachlan separately were exciting. Together they were overwhelming. Throw John into the mix, and she was liable to self-combust.

“What about Peter?” she asked. Peter rarely shared and had never really been into watching her with the others, so John’s rich chuckle caught her by surprise.

“Peter is very anxiously waiting to see you strapped to Lachlan’s spanking bench. I guess he’s just as kinky as the rest of us.” John waggled his eyebrows, making her laugh as well. She supposed they were a kinky bunch.

Lachlan and Brock were both highly skilled Doms. John liked very aggressive oral sex. Matt and Bryce both preferred to be in charge and enjoyed withholding her orgasms until she begged, and Ryan and Ty always played with her together. Peter had been her one gentle lover until the mating musk on the jungle planet had stripped away his control and revealed him as the demanding lover he’d been trying to hide.

The fact that he wanted to watch Lachlan whip her ass was very exciting. She always enjoyed spending time alone with each of her husbands, but sometimes just knowing that the others were watching lifted the excitement to a whole new level.

At the entrance to Lachlan’s room, John pressed her against the door and very thoroughly kissed her, thrusting his tongue hard and deep into her mouth as he ground his cock against her wide open pussy.

The door behind her opened quite suddenly, and they almost fell into the room. But Brock was there to catch her, and to give John a frustrated look. John smiled without a hint of remorse and lowered her onto her feet.

Peter stepped forward, his eyes already dark with arousal, his cock a solid rod against his jeans. “Your Masters want you prepared,” he said with a wicked gleam in his eyes. He grabbed the middle of her simple cotton dress and tore the material from neck to knee. Mikayla gasped at the shocking sound even as her pussy creamed with excitement. Her underwear quickly followed. Both Lachlan and Brock had ripped clothes from her before, but the promise in Peter’s eyes made her weak at the knees. The torn fabric gaped open, revealing her breasts and stiffening nipples. John stepped forward to capture one stiff bud with his mouth.

He tormented the little nub mercilessly, but when Mikayla went to move his head away, Peter grasped her hands and held them behind her. Peter urged her legs open wider, and she complied, trusting her men to keep her safe. But when she tried to tilt her pelvis to rub her clit against any part of John she could reach, a loud slap landed on her thigh.

“Holy shit,” John said as she moaned in pleasure. “You weren’t kidding.”

Lachlan’s deep chuckle sounded behind them and, as if that was some type of cue, Peter and John moved her over to the spanking bench and arranged her facedown. Working slowly and methodically—confirming in her mind that neither of them had done this before—John and Peter strapped her into place, pulling her hands high over her head and her legs wide open. She could feel her pussy pulsing cream in anticipation of what was to come.

“Okay, Mikayla,” Brock said in his most commanding voice. “Ten with the flogger to warm up, and then Lachlan is going to whip this ass until it glows. Count for me, baby girl.” She moaned quietly as his warm hand smoothed over her soon-to-be red ass.

The flogger trailed over her flesh softly, and she could almost sense a feeling of Brock teaching Peter and John what to do. The first hit was harder than she was expecting, and she breathed in sharply at the shock. The second stung as well, but it wasn’t until the third that she remembered to count.

“Three,” she said belatedly. Brock was clearly not amused, running the soft leather straps against her ass as he ordered her to start counting again.

Almost before the first blow landed, she said, “One.” The second was even harder, and she closed her eyes against the tears that threatened to fall as she forced the word “two” past her lips. She heard someone move and a soft touch on her hand by the time she counted to five, and then a loud protest from Peter by the time she reached eight.

“Look at her eyes,” Brock growled as the ninth blow landed. Peter was in front of her as the tenth hit sent arrows of warmth all the way to her toes. She moaned with pleasure as an extra, unexpected blow landed on the swollen lips of her pussy.

Peter must’ve seen the passion in her eyes because he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She kissed him back, her excitement rising when she heard Lachlan’s whip crack as he warmed up his arm. Over and over the loud noise echoed through the room. She smiled reassuringly as Peter seemed once more ready to protest.

As the first sting landed on her left ass cheek, she winked at Peter before saying the word “one.” She got to five before she closed her eyes and enjoyed the incredible sensations tilting her world off kilter. A sharp sting against her pussy lips and the next on the pucker of her ass sent her tumbling into orgasm.

She groaned at the incredible sensations coursing through her. Just knowing that Peter and John watched sent the pulsing, throbbing feeling skittering all over her again. She gasped as a thick finger pushed into her ass, spreading lubricant into her passage. A moment later, one of Brock’s newest toys was pushed into her back passage. He set the special butt plug vibrating almost immediately, and she gasped as incredible orgasm crashed over her again.

Barely able to remember her own name, Mikayla lay draped over the spanking bench even after her men undid her bonds. A strong hand caressed her hair, another caressed her ass, and two deep commanding voices soothed her as she caught her breath.

“That was incredible,” Peter said, sounding almost as breathless as she felt. “You look so beautiful like this. Maybe one day we’ll try this, just you and me.” The suggestion sent both gurgling excitement and niggling fear deep into her mind. If all her husbands decided to spank her ass, she might never be able to sit down.

She smiled, and Peter leaned in to press his lips against hers. A moment later, he helped her off the spanking bench and carried her to Lachlan’s newest toy—a bondage swing suspended from the ceiling. She shivered as they neared the contraption, and Peter gave her a concerned look.

“That was a good shiver,” she whispered. He seemed even more excited then.

It was the strangest looking design, but somehow Lachlan and Brock always managed to strap her in comfortably while still leaving all of her important parts available to their touch. She swayed gently as all four of her men stepped back and removed their own clothes. When they moved toward her, it seemed that maybe they’d discussed this part in detail because each man took a position around her. John at her head, Peter at her feet, and Lachlan and Brock on either side.

Warm hands pinched her nipples until she was panting from the pleasure-pain. A moment later alligator clips trapped the aching buds. She gasped, panting as she tried to control her swift build to climax yet again.

Peter stepped between her legs and fit his cock against her pussy. The others moved the swing and built a rhythm quickly. Peter barely needed to move as she was thrust hard and deep onto his cock. He grinned wickedly for a moment, pressed his thumb against her clit, and thrust deeper. Suddenly, the butt plug flared to life again, and her pussy throbbed in response. Peter groaned as he came. He pulled out just as her own orgasm began.

The circle of men quickly moved around her, and Lachlan pressed his cock deep inside her, groaning as her internal muscles grabbed at him frantically. He held her thighs, using them to lever her back and forth on his cock. She felt her pussy squeeze, throbbing around his invasion. Between the butt plug in her ass, the cock in her pussy, and the hands caressing her breasts and stomach, her orgasm seemed to go on and on and on. Lachlan looked like he was grinding his teeth before he gave in to the pleasure and let himself come. He gave Brock an exasperated look, but Brock just laughed at his brother’s expression.

John thrust into her before she could catch her breath. The hurried pace and tingling in her ass threatened to tilt her into orgasm again, and she moaned as she felt her pussy milk his cock quickly. He leaned forward to press a kiss to her lips, pulled on the nipple clamps, and smirked happily as she melted into another mind-blowing orgasm, liquid heat traveling up and down her spine as he emptied his seed deep into her body.

Brock smiled brilliantly as he took his brother’s place. She felt the butt plug switch off as he slowly pressed into her aching pussy. He set a leisurely pace, fucking her as the swing swung in a lazy pattern. Back and forth, in and out, slide, glide, as if he had all the time in the world.

He pressed a kiss to her breasts, biting the soft flesh and licking around the nipple clamps. Slowly, he increased the pace of his thrusts, driving harder, faster into her willing flesh. He smiled as she felt her flesh tighten around him. She wasn’t sure she’d survive another orgasm.

But then the butt plug went into overdrive, and she cried out at the same time that his cock swelled and hurled his seed deep inside. He pressed a hand over her clit, grinding his palm against her swollen flesh as he growled, “Come for me.”

Every nerve ending screamed for release, and she immediately did as she was told. Waves of heat rose and fell as the swing jerked with her movements and liquid fire filled her veins. Gasping for air, she closed her eyes and finally tried to relax her tired muscles.

She jolted at the feeling of falling as Brock and Lachlan adjusted the straps to tilt her ass and pussy higher, but relaxed when she realized what they were doing. It was a very similar position to the one that Bryce and Matt had used last night. She smiled in both relief and maybe a touch of frustration, but at least all of her husbands seemed very eager to make her pregnant.

She was almost asleep before they took her down. And then Brock and Lachlan washed every inch of her and spent almost an hour soothing her sore ass and tired muscles. Pressed between the two, she fell asleep with visions of the babies she hoped she and her eight husbands had made together.

Chapter Three

Ty lifted the newborn calf into the basket of the medical scanner and tried very hard to concentrate on his current task. It was state-of-the-art diagnostic machinery that would check the overall health and scan for any genetic abnormalities on any of the animals they raised on the farm. When they’d first set up the machine, he’d been really excited, but today his attention wandered.

He kept glancing at the horizon anxious for the visitors he and his brothers knew would arrive soon. None of them liked keeping secrets from Mikayla, but in this case they’d all felt it wise—at least until their visitors arrived.

The last six months had been a series of disappointments for Mikayla. She’d gotten pregnant so easily the first time that she, and perhaps to a lesser extent, her husbands, had expected her to become pregnant very quickly—once they put their minds to the task, of course. Yet each month had become a cycle of excited expectation and careful planning followed by devastating disappointment.