Jackson [Wolfe Brothers 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (7 page)

“You’re going to…?” She shivered as she considered the possibilities. The one fantasy she’d always had was about to come true—and with the men she’d always fantasized about. Then she considered the other problem, or for her, it was a problem. They both had bigger packages than she had always fantasized about. Oh damn!

She could feel Caleb behind her. He spread her cheeks even further before he took the base of the plug in hand. He twisted the plug, pulling it out a little before shoving it back in. She started to pull away, but Jackson stopped her with a smack on her ass.

“Hold still!” His teeth were clenched as her pussy tightened even further around his cock. “We want to do this for you, but in order for it to be good, you need to let us take care of you.” Pulling her head down, he sealed her lips to his. His tongue thrust into her mouth as he held her down.

Caleb eased the butt plug out of her ass then tossed it on the bed. He squeezed more lube into her butt and squatted down above her. Holding his cock in hand, he placed it at her anus. With a short flex of his hips, he nudged his way inside.

Onalee was gasping. “Oh damn,” she choked out as more of his cock pushed into her. It hurts so good, she thought as she moaned. Her legs were quaking again.

“Are you okay?”

She couldn’t even focus enough to know who asked her the question. She couldn’t answer it anyway. She was sure that they were frying her brain as they began to move. They began moving in what seemed like a well-practiced rhythm. As one moved out, the other pushed in. Again and again, they moved.

Caleb fisted his hand in her hair, tugging as he fucked her ass. Her whimpers turned to screams as they began to pump her harder and harder. Jackson took a nipple in each hand and began to pinch quite hard. Her body tightened as she climbed ever closer to her orgasm.

“Look at me!” Jackson demanded as his nails bit into her taut buds. Helplessly, her eyes met his. “Come!” he demanded as they began pounding her.

She screamed as her body flew over the edge into oblivion. She shook between the two of them as they continued to pummel her body. They came within seconds of her.

Recovery took a considerable amount of time. In fact, she was pretty sure she passed out for a few minutes. When she came to, she was still lying on Jackson, but Caleb was gone. She lifted her head to look around for him, but Jackson stopped her.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“Where’s Caleb?” she asked him with a yawn then snuggled against him.

“He’s gone home. He knew the score before we started.” She grunted a response to his statement, but still wasn’t coherent enough to understand. Feeling safe in his embrace, she fell asleep.

She awoke to the smell of coffee and donuts. She found Jackson beside the bed waiting on her to wake up as he sipped on his coffee and ate a glazed donut. “Damn, girl, thought you were going to sleep all freaking day.”

“Huh?” she asked as she gingerly sat up in the bed. Good Lord have mercy! She was more than a little tender. “What’s going on?” For that matter, what time was it? A quick glance at her watch let her know that she’d slept till midafternoon.

“Breakfast.” He shoved a cup of coffee into her hands. “Drink up and grab a donut.”

“Where’s Caleb?”

“I told you last night, honey. He went home.”

“But why?” She took a long draw of coffee, letting the heat soothe her parched throat.

“He’s a third, honey. He knew that when we started this.” His black eyes held hers. “If we need a third again, he’s more than welcome to join in.”

“And you decided all this without asking me how I felt about it?” She shoved out of bed. Being with just Jackson didn’t bother her. She was attracted to Caleb, but she knew that her emotions really didn’t go any further than that. On the other hand, she didn’t appreciate him deciding who was and wasn’t going to be in their bed.

“Sit your ass down, and we’ll discuss it,” he replied as he slammed his empty coffee container on the bedside table.

“Why don’t you discuss it without me. I’m going home.” She trudged across the room in search of her clothes. She’d barely moved five steps when he caught her unaware.

“We’ll discuss it now,” he grumbled as he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. He crossed the room and put her onto a chair. “You can fucking sit there of your own free will and listen, or I’ll tie your ass down and put the ball gag in your mouth. The choice is yours.”

Since he was damned near foaming at the mouth, she decided not to test him. “Fine, say what you want to say so I can leave.”

“You’re not leaving.”

“You can’t keep me here against my will!” His eyes flashed at her dangerously. She snapped her lips shut as she waited for his explanation.

“I can and will if I need to.” He sat down across from her. “Caleb knew what I had planned all along. He’s attracted to you, too, so it wasn’t a hardship for him to join in with us. He said he’d be willing to come in any other time if we need him.” His large hands cupped her face. “But you’re mine. I knew you were mine the first time you walked into the restaurant. And so did he.”

He got up and paced the room. “I’ve seen some of the books you’ve got on your Kindle while you’re at work. I read some of them to see what interested you.” His eyes scorched over every inch of her. “I knew you wanted to explore both of us together.” He folded his arms over his chest. “And I was more than willing to do that, but now I want the opportunity to show you what it can be like with just you and me.”

“Why are you giving me this crap?” She felt the need to irritate him. There was really no other explanation.

“You don’t want just me?”

“I didn’t say that,” she yelled at him. “I just don’t like that you think you can give another man permission to fuck me without asking me!”

“It wasn’t as if you didn’t want him.” His voice was soft as he replied. “And part of being a Dom is giving your sub what you know they need or want.” He straddled a chair as he sat down in front of her with his arms on the back of the chair. “If it’s because you don’t think you can settle for just me, let me know now. I don’t want to waste your time.”

“You just want me?” She watched his eyes as if she could find the answers she was looking for there. “I know that some people might not want to settle for someone like me.”

His dark eyes narrowed on her. “Are we back to that shit again?”

“I’m just saying I know that a lot of people in your lifestyle are more adventurous and not as ready to just be with one person. I don’t know that I could share you with someone else during this trial period you say you want to have.” She shrugged. “Even if you did give me this ménage.”

“Did I say I wanted more than you?”

Lord have mercy, she thought. When did he get that tic in his left cheek? “No, but isn’t that part of the program?

“I’m not a swinger. Occasionally, I like to share a woman. If I’m seeing someone, I share her. If I’m in a relationship, I’m not someone else’s third.”

“Oh,” she replied softly. She didn’t like to think of him with another woman, whether it was him being someone else’s “third” or not. She’d thought of him as hers for a long time now without realizing it.

“Are you going to be able to trust me enough to give us a try?”

“I guess so.”

“I need more than an ‘I think so.’ Either you are or you aren’t, but either way I need an answer.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied as she bucked up her courage to try to follow her dreams. She had the job she’d always wanted, where she’d been able to make her career dreams come true. Now she had to get her man—this man!

“Good girl.” He stood up with more of a pep in his step as he grabbed the garment bag he’d laid on the table. “I want you to put that outfit on because we’re going to go out today.”

“You picked out clothes for me? I brought my own.” Confused, she stared up at him then remembered that they’d forced her to leave her bag at home.

“Honey, you have a crappy idea of what looks good on you. I got you an outfit that I wanted to see you in, so get dressed for me.” He pulled her to him and placed a gentle kiss on her lips before he smacked her ass and left the dungeon.

The first order of business was a shower. Snagging the garment bag, she didn’t even open it up. She simply carried it in with her. She was in and out of the shower in ten minutes feeling refreshed and ready to conquer anything.

Until she pulled her outfit out. Holy guacamole! He must have lost his mind or possibly his eyesight when he chose this outfit for her. There was a red corset trimmed in black and a short black leather skirt. Her plump thighs would be on display—she
never
wore skirts!

She contemplated her next move. If she put on her clothes, he’d probably spank her again. She had enjoyed it to a certain extent, but did she really want to do that yet again? Of course, he might come up with another, even worse punishment. She searched the bag for a pair of panties…Nothing. Oh damn. She was going to be bare under these clothes. Did she dare? She’d brought a thong with her, but he’d probably check…Punishment?

Hell’s bells. She shook her head as she tugged the skirt up her hips. The corset had laces up the back, but there was no way that she could actually lace it up herself, but she did loosen the laces so that she’d be able to quickly slip it on for him to help her with.

Instead, she began to carefully apply her cosmetics. Without a clue as to what they were going to do, she used an artistic approach when doing her eye shadow. By the time she was done, she looked as if she was ready to go dance the night away. She used the blow dryer stashed under the bathroom sink to blow her hair out but didn’t bother to try to pull it up out of her way. It didn’t seem to do any good. Jackson wanted her hair down for some reason.

She heard the door to the dungeon opening. “Jackson? I need some help with this thing!” she informed him as she slid the corset into place.

He appeared in the doorway, his eyes coveting every single inch of her. “I knew that you would look good in that.”

She turned so that her back could be laced up and waited patiently for him to begin. As he worked the laces, the contours of the corset frame tightened around her. It made her feel as if she was bound for him. She felt her pussy dampen at the thought.

“There you go, pet. All done.” He led her to the full-length mirror and made her look. Oh damn, her breasts were about to pop out of it, making her look almost indecent. The edges of her nipples were just shy of being visible. It pulled in her waist and gave her more of an hourglass figure. “See how beautiful you are, Onalee?”

“Only to you, sir,” she replied smartly.

He nuzzled her neck as he looked at her in the mirror. “No, honey. Every man that sees you wants you. Why haven’t you realized that yet?” His big hands spanned her waist as he rubbed his hard-on against her ass.

She rubbed against him. “I’m glad you think so,” she murmured. “Where are we going tonight?”

“I thought I would take you to get something to eat and then we’ll explore some more,” he answered as he pulled something out of his back pocket. “Lift your hair for me, love.” He pulled out a black, two-inch band of leather, wrapped it around her neck, and locked it into place. The collar had an eye on it, but nothing else.

“Tonight, all the Doms will know who you belong to. This is the only way to keep them from touching my property.” His lips brushed against her neck above the collar.

“I’m not a piece of property.” She pouted as she stared back at him in the mirror.

“You may not be property, but you are mine.” His teeth nipped her neck. “I’m a possessive son of a bitch, and I don’t want them thinking they can touch you.” His tongue swabbed the love bite. “Or fuck you.” He thrust his erection against her ass.

Her eyes started to close. Damn, how could he make her feel like this? She wanted him, and even worse, she wanted to please him. “I wouldn’t want them to do that either. You know that you forgot to put any underwear in the bag.”

“Yeah, I know.” His devilish smile caused flutters in her stomach. “I want easy access.”

“But the skirt is so short that when I have to move up or down the stairs…”

“I’ll make sure I’m behind you, Onalee. Trust me, honey. I’ll take care of you, and I only want you to enjoy yourself tonight.” Releasing her body, he took her by the hand and led her into the main room. “It’s cold as hell out there this evening. You’re going to need a coat.” He held out a long, thick leather coat for her to put on.

“That’s not mine.” Shaking her head, she stepped back from him.

“Yes it is,” he insisted. “Put it on.” As he held the coat open for her, she shrugged into the sleeves. She’d never had a coat this nice before. Her grandparents had been loving, but they’d been retired when she came to live with them. They’d struggled to make sure she had what she needed, but never much more. Instead, she’d been spoiled with love, not material goods.

“Thank you, Jackson.”

“I knew you had manners.” After putting his own coat on, they headed out of the dungeon.

They went to a fantastic restaurant where they dined on exquisite food. Onalee enjoyed learning more about Jackson and his family as they talked about anything and everything. He’d even gone so far as to explain some of his tattoos, like the one of his grandfather, in his tribal regalia dancing at a festival on one arm, and the more Celtic designs of his paternal side on the other.