Lang, Chloe - Wilde Surrender [The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 5] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (8 page)

“Master?” Her eyelids were fluttering heavily from fatigue induced by the bath he’d given her.

“Shh, pet. Go to sleep.”

“Thank you.”

Jessie’s bravery and determination had totally trampled his self-control, sending his previous game plan out the window. “You’re welcome.”

She sighed. “Austin, thank you for showing me—”

“Pet, you’re exhausted. Rest.”

“I will, but…” Tears brimmed in her gorgeous eyes. “Your brothers and I shouldn’t have tried to…I mean, I shouldn’t have…tricked…sorry.” Two little streams fell down her cheeks.

“Quiet, sweetheart.” He leaned forward in the chair, grabbed her hand and squeezed. “Talking can wait. Now, be good and catch some zees.”

She smiled, nodded, and closed her eyes. As he expected, she dropped off in less than a minute.

Austin gazed at the metal around her tiny neck. An unbreakable connection to Jessie wrapped itself around his being as she continued to meet his dominance with the most courageous submissiveness he’d ever experienced. Soon, he would replace her training choker with a permanent collar.

He stood up. Though tempted to crawl in next to her, he needed time alone to think. He walked to the panel of paper and wood, and then turned back.

Before quietly closing the divider, he glanced once again at the center of the bed that held the sleeping beauty.
Mine.

So much for his plan to push her away. Instead, she’d ensnared him completely. Seeing her on his A-frame had broken his willpower flat. He’d tried to keep his head, tried to stay focused on the task, and tried to keep his brothers’ happiness in mind. But every thought crumbled when he felt her trembles as he applied the salve to her marks he’d given her.

He’d been willing to let her go to be their wife, knowing how it would crush him. How he wished he could see his way clear to join his brothers in a plural marriage with her, but he couldn’t.

He’d told many a newbie Dom to begin with the end in mind, and that was exactly what he would do with Jessie.

Life was about to take a nasty turn he’d been trying to avoid for a very long time. He wasn’t like Jackson, Phoenix, Dallas, and Denver. Though they might begin the relationship with forever in mind, his darkness and methods would eventually push his brothers away. And though he hated what he had to do to keep Jessie for himself, he would do whatever it took to make sure that happened.

Six more nights.
It needed be enough to win Jessie’s complete surrender. He’d make sure it was enough.

Chapter Six

Walking around the tranquil Japanese garden, Jessie sees five cowboys approaching on horses…her cowboys—Jackson, Phoenix, Dallas, Denver, and Austin. Their smiles warm her up.

Austin speaks first. “Come here, pet.”

She obeys, and he pulls her up on his horse in front of him. She wears no clothes, and he fondles her breasts.

Jackson grins. “You look beautiful, darlin’.”

She giggles. “Thank you.”

“Angel, I can’t wait to taste your sweet cream.” Phoenix sends her a wicked wink, causing her to become extremely dizzy.

“We should tie Jessie up before we get started.” Dallas isn’t wearing his white hat. Soon, she’ll be stroking his shaved head as he licks her pussy. The thought leaves her hot with desire.

“Sounds good to me.” Denver’s lips curl up into a sexy grin. A tingle shoots down her spine.

A young woman arrives on skates. She’s got the body of a centerfold model.

Jessie asks, “Who are you?”

“I’m Sally Jo, Austin’s girlfriend.” The woman sends a very clear message with her middle finger.

Jessie’s jaw drops. “You’re who?”

Before she can ask Austin if what Sally Jo says is true, seven more men on horseback ride up to their group. Jessie tries to cover herself by placing her arms over her chest.

Austin smiles. “Time to introduce you to some of our brothers you haven’t met yet but will eventually marry, too.”

Jessie can’t believe her ears.

More brothers? Impossible.

“Alaska! Alaska!”

* * * *

“Wake up, sub.” Austin’s voice jerked Jessie back into consciousness. “Time for another lesson.”

She lifted her head from the soft pillow and shifted to a sitting position. Thank God it had been only a dream and there were really no more Wilde brothers for her to fuck. She had more than enough of them to deal with now. In fact, she knew it was crazy to pursue a relationship with five men, but she couldn’t go back now.

She looked up at Austin—
Master
.

The Big Bad Wolf’s demeanor was intense and all business, remaining closed to her. An enigma. He wore a white T-shirt instead of his leather vest, which she’d learned likely meant the next session would be lighter than their previous one. She resisted the urge to pout. Of course her body needed a softer round, but her awakened overwhelming itch for more of his torment needed to be scratched.

This is day seven. Our final time together.
The image of a game clock clicking down to zero appeared in her mind. Anxiety wrapped itself tightly around her insides.

Success for the mission of opening Austin up to something more permanent with her and his brothers seemed unlikely with each passing hour. Whatever his secrets, they didn’t change how she felt for him, no matter how worried she was that he didn’t feel the same.

If she’d refused his angry offer that first night at The Masters’ Chambers, maybe her heart would’ve stayed intact. But she was now completely crazy for the alpha cowboy, and her heart didn’t have a chance to remain unscathed.

He placed a hairbrush, a blindfold, and several red and black ropes on the bed next to her. “You ready to move to advanced, Jessie?”

Her cheeks got really warm. “Haven’t we been operating at an advanced level already, Master?”

He’d fucked her ass, and though he’d used dildos on her, still he’d never thrust his dick in her pussy. Surely that meant something. Something she wasn’t ready to face. Could filling her pussy up with his cock be what he had in mind for this sexual bout? Had he saved his best for their last day together? Hope sprung up inside her, and a wanton tingle spread through her channel.

“Pet, your edge is still undiscovered and untested. Does that surprise you?”

Like a world-class musician, he’d strummed every inch of her body for the past six days and nights in his dungeon providing her rapturous sensations until the world and all her worries had faded into oblivion. But whenever the sex had ended, anxiety had always flooded back into Jessie. She had a single reason why she was in his home and in his bed.
To win him over.

“Yes, Master. That surprises me some.” What could he have in mind for her next? He’d introduced her to an array of ways to reach a state of dreamy submission. Not a single mark he’d left would be permanent, but she could still feel every delicious sting he’d given her. It would be several days until the burn and ache of her body faded. Yet what had her in a panic wasn’t about the new sexual delights he would show her today, but was about how little time she had left with him.

With one hand he cupped her chin, and with the other he stroked her hair. “Did my brother tell you about Shibari?”

“No, Master. What is that?”

His tone deepened. “It’s a type of bondage that was imported from Japan and utilizes ropes to tie up submissives. Kinbaku, in English ‘tight binding,’ is artistic bondage. The translation of Shibari is…”

From the very beginning of the week, Austin had seemed to enjoy being “Instructor Dom” much more than being with her. She had no reason to believe he felt differently now. He continued with the history lesson, sounding similar to one of her professors from university, about the rope fetish.

She listened halfheartedly. She expected Austin would take her back to her hotel tomorrow morning and everything would be over. Her insides sank. She wouldn’t just be losing him. She would be losing Jackson, Phoenix, Dallas, and Denver. Though those four would want her to stay with them in spite of Austin’s refusal, she couldn’t be the wedge between them and their eldest brother.

She clearly didn’t have much intuition, plain as day by her long engagement to a gay man. Still, she’d hoped to hear some evidence of interest from Austin that would give her some assurances, but not a single word of what he felt about her left his lips. He didn’t talk much except when educating her on BDSM. Was she reading into his silence outside his dungeon too much? Maybe, but she didn’t think so. He knew the real reason why she was here, and still he remained mute.

Though screwed up as it was, words always spoke louder than actions for her. She needed to hear him say something that would mean she had a chance. But the words never came.

“…more of a journey than a destination for both Dom and submissive.” Master stopped and raised an eyebrow. “Are you taking this in?”

Am I only a project to him? A plaything to toss away in the morning?
Defeat seemed inevitable to her, but damn it, she was not going to give up until the final buzzer sounded. His brothers, her lovers, deserved her very best attempt.

“I’m listening. Shibari is rope bondage from Japan. Is that why you chose an Asian aesthetic for your home, Master?”

“You’re sharp, pet. Yes.” He collected two of the red ropes and folded them in half in his hand. “These are for your gorgeous hair.”

He held them up for her to see.

“May I touch them?”

“Yes.”

She caressed the two ropes lightly with her fingertips, and an anticipatory buzzing rolled through her. Though very tightly woven, it felt almost silky. “What’s it made of?”

“Little girl has a lot of questions.” His head tilted forward, making her jittery. Thankfully, he looked back at his ropes. “I only use hemp, not because it is traditional, but because it’s easy to tie and for knots to hold. Also, these are from a maker I’ve been buying from for years. Their ropes are finished to perfection and restrain without causing skin-cutting friction.”

She couldn’t wait to feel the ropes’ smoothness on her flesh.

Austin sat down next to her on the bed. “First, let’s get your hair brushed. Turn your head away from me, pet.”

“Yes, Master.”

His fingers and the brush worked magic on her tangles, and she nearly drifted off. She felt him gather up her hair in a ponytail and began wrapping two of the ropes around it. “Like your collar, hair bondage is another way for me to control you.” He jerked on her hair, causing her head to tilt back. “Your throat is so pretty and vulnerable. Understand?”

A dizzy, exposed sensation took hold of her, and she loved it. “Yes, Master.”

He released her hair and continued tying up her locks with the two ropes. “I can use it like a leash to lead you around, or I can immobilize your head by attaching it to something, like a clamp or even other ropes.”

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of him behind her, possessing her hair with his hands and Shibari knots. It took about ten minutes for him to finish tying up her locks.

“Done,” Austin stated, a hint of pride in his tone.

She could feel the rope on the small of her back. He flipped the braid over her shoulder, and it fell across her chest. She admired the crisscross beauty he’d created with her hair and the two ropes.