Lang, Chloe - Wilde Surrender [The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 5] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (6 page)

“My mother confessed it to him during her chemo shortly before she died.” Jessie shifted up into a sitting position.

Austin handed her the mug. “That must’ve been a shock to him, pet.”

“Probably.” She took her first drink of the coffee. It tasted wonderful. “Thank you, Master.”

Austin went back to the stove to continue making breakfast. “Your dad kept that from you for a long time. How did that make you feel?

“He changed after that. I was young and didn’t know the reason. I wish he’d told me then.”

“Maybe he couldn’t.”

“Perhaps.” She sipped her coffee. The warmth felt good going down. “I’m glad the truth is out now. We can move on and renew our relationship.”

“What about your boss?”

“I’m still not completely sure about all of this, but I feel like I’ve finally gotten my dad back. In time, maybe Lee can be like another dad to me. Tell me what it was like growing up with three dads.”

Austin didn’t answer, but continued his work.

Still hoping to peel back some of his layers, she timidly pressed on. “Your mom is really sweet.”

“She is,” he stated candidly.

Austin took the sausage out of the pan and placed it on a paper towel on a plate to drain off the grease. Then he put three eggs into the skillet and popped a couple of slices of bread into a shiny toaster. “How do you like your eggs, pet?”

The aroma of the sausage raised her appetite. “Over medium, please.”

He nodded and continued his work. Answering questions was clearly not his norm, but she needed to know more about him.

“Pappy Jack is quite a character. He sure did love your grandmother. What was she like?”

“Very sweet.”

“Tough, too, I hear. Kept him and your other granddads in line.”

Austin walked over carrying a plate of deliciousness. She reached for the dish, and he pulled it back. “I’ll be serving you the first bites, pet.”

“Yes, Master.”

He knelt down and cut off a bit of the sausage patty and then stabbed it with the fork. He held it to her mouth. “Taste.”

She parted her lips, and he pushed the meat into her mouth. He pulled the fork back, leaving the morsel on her tongue. It tasted heavenly.

“How is it, pet?”

“Mmm.” She swallowed. “Perfect. Thank you, Master.”

He handed her the plate. “Eat up.” Touching the ring on her collar, his wicked gaze went up and down her body. “Like I said, you’ll need your strength.”

Again, she wondered what he had in mind for her. Would he take her back into his dungeon or to his tree? “Yes, Master.”

Austin pulled a chair up next to her blanket. He drank coffee and watched her.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” she asked.

“Don’t worry about me, Jessie. Finish your breakfast.”

She nodded, realizing he’d called her by name. Little tingles of wonder vibrated through her. At first she thought about asking him why he hadn’t used the nickname he’d chosen for her, but then thought better of it. Austin wasn’t the kind of man who liked to be quizzed. So, she devoured the meal he’d made for her instead.

Fully satiated and not a single crumb on her plate, she looked up at the cowboy she was trying to win. His fixed stare thrilled and unnerved her.

“More coffee, pet?” He stood and took her plate.

“Yes.” She handed him her empty mug. “Thank you.”

“Tell me more about yourself, Jessie.” He placed the dish next to the sink and then refilled her mug with coffee, cream, and sugar.

“I’m an only child. I envy you having so many siblings, Master.”

“You wouldn’t if you’d grown up with them.” He handed her the fresh cup.

“You prepared breakfast. I should do the dishes.”

He snorted. “You’re too much. No, pet. I’ve got more important things in mind for you. Save your strength.” He turned and began cleaning up.

“What were they really like?” She took a sip of her coffee.

“They were great. The best brothers a man could have.”

“They’re still wonderful.” So, it wasn’t his brothers that kept him from being in a plural marriage. Logically, that left only one person to blame.
Me.
The thought flattened her out. Was this week with Austin an act of futility?

“What’s wrong, pet?” he asked, drying his hands.

“Nothing,” she lied.

In a flash, he stepped next to her blanket and glared down at her. He didn’t say a word, but his face spoke volumes.

“Sorry, Master. It’s just…I…don’t know.”

“Give me your cup.”

Trembling, she said, “Yes, Master.”

She handed him the half-full mug. He placed it on the counter behind him.

He ordered, “Now, stand up.”

With her heart picking up speed, Jessie obeyed.

He flicked the ring on her collar. “You feel this collar around your tiny neck?”

“Yes, Master.”

“It means I’m in control, not you. You understand that?” His tone stung her.

She squeaked, “I do.”

“I will not tolerate lies.”

Nodding, she looked down at her feet.

She felt him cup her chin, nudging her to look at him.

“Tell me, sub.”

“It’s hard to say.” Her lips trembled. She was afraid to confess her deepest insecurities. Sure, his brothers overlooked her curves, but what if he liked the model type? Or worse, what if it was something about her personality that put him off? She couldn’t bear hearing that from him. Best to not know how he felt about her, even if she did have a pretty good suspicion.

“Denver thinks he trained you to be a good sub? Let me show you what
real
training is.”

He linked his index finger to the ring in her collar and led her back to the dungeon.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“I know. You’re blocked and holding back. I’ll fix that. I promise.” He sounded so matter of fact, so certain—so in control.

When they got into his dungeon, Jessie realized he’d changed things around. The table he’d restrained her upon last night was no longer in the center of the room. In its place was a strange looking piece of furniture. The seven-foot-high upright triangle intimidated Jessie right off. The wood was smooth. There were a couple of boards that crisscrossed the frame on the lower half. It almost looked like art to her. At the top point were two wrist cuffs, and an ankle cuff decorated each of the bottom points.

“This is my A-frame, pet. I think you’re going to like what I’ve planned for our first session today.”

First session?
How many did he have in mind?

In a flash, Master pulled her to the triangle. He put his hand on her back and pushed her forward until everything below her waist pressed against the boards. Nerves popped to life inside her, and a tingle began deep in her pussy. The top support board hit her just below the belly button, leaving her upper body open to the back. Next, he lifted her hands up and placed them together in the cuffs above her head. He spread her legs wide and attached them to the bottom points of his A-frame. The stance was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. She wondered if she could endure whatever it was Austin meant to do to her? Her safe word floated to the surface, but she vowed not to use it. She wanted to surprise him by what she could take. Perhaps doing so might change his mind about her.
God, I hope so.

Master came around back and looked at her. “You held the truth from me, pet. You must be punished for that.”

“Yes, Master.” Every nerve fired to life inside her.

He placed a blindfold on her. Then she listened to the tap of his boots on the floor as he went back to the other side of the triangle. She felt his hand glide up and down her back, and shivers popped up everywhere on her body.

Being spread out for Austin’s whim made her feel so vulnerable and feminine. Her heartbeats thudded, and sweat layered her skin. She heard him shuffling behind her, and she wondered if he was changing into his leather vest. The image of his muscles bulging popped into her mind, and her clit began to throb.

“I’m going to begin with my TENS unit, pet. Do you know what that is?”

“No, Master.”

“TENS stands for transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation and is used by doctors for pain management therapy. I will use it for something very different for you. Unlike the ones you might see in hospitals, mine doesn’t have pads that are placed on the skin but does have rounded electrodes. Where do you think I’m going to place them, pet?”

She gulped. “Inside me.”

“Smart sub. Yes, in your pussy and in your ass. Just imagine what a blast of electrical output will do to those sensitive areas in you, pet.”

She felt him apply lube to her anus with one hand while fingering her pussy with the other. Soon, she was writhing in her restraints. Then he stretched her out, and she felt him put in the little electrodes of the TENS unit.

“You ready to go to the moon, pet?”

She chewed on her lip and closed her eyes, even though she was still wearing the blindfold.

She heard a click, and instantly a hot jolt shot through her pussy and ass. Her vagina contracted, and her entire body shook as profound sensations fired deep inside her. It was akin to an orgasm, though more focused and short. She heard another click, and felt the electricity vanish.

“Let’s turn this up. You can take more.”

Another click. The shock rocked deep into her womb, and her pussy dampened, and her clit throbbed.

Click.

The voltage retreated.

Click.

The current penetrated every fiber, causing her insides to fire and ripple with responses so new and immense her mind couldn’t focus on anything.

Click.

Even though the juice was no longer flowing into her, the uncontrollable trembles it had brought on continued.

She felt Master remove the TENS unit’s connectors from her pussy and ass. Then, his fingers threaded through her swollen folds.

“Good, pet. Nice and wet for me. Now, let me see how you do with my Nine.” He spoke like a professor giving a lecture to an incoming student. She heard him walk around the back of the triangle, then felt him touch her cheek. “You may have heard of a
cat of nine tails
.”

She had, and jitters jam-packed her insides.

“Some people call them ‘captain’s daughters.’ I just call mine ‘Nine.’” He pulled her blindfold up on top of her forehead, allowing her to see the thing in his gloved hand, covering his palm but allowing his fingers to show. The handle of the whip was wrapped in a black cloth, and there were nine leather cords attached to it. They looked to Jessie to be about thirty inches long.

Anxiety poured into her like a flood. Did he mean to whip her with it?
Of course he does.
Her safe word sat in the back of her throat, raging to get out like a horse at the start of a race in a stall.
No. I can do this. I have to prove to him I can take whatever he dishes out. God, help me.
And though nervous, her cravings to please him and be dominated by him pushed her on. She was pleased to see he was wearing the vest. His biceps looked so big and powerful.