Operation Mustang [The Service Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (4 page)

The exclusive club of men referred to as the Service Club had two things in common. They all worked in a public service profession and got off on the BDSM scene. Some of the men enjoyed sharing their women with other club members. Others liked to make their women perform in front of the men in the club.

A devious thrill skated from Mustang’s breasts to her pussy, putting her on the very edge of an orgasm with the mere thought of fucking one or all of the Rylon brothers in front of an audience. An even darker electric shock pulsed in her core to be bound, blindfolded, and fucked by whomever they allowed.

“Wear one of those denim skirts that show off those amazing legs of yours and that green tank top Lucky bought you for your birthday.” Diek’s tone left no room for argument. The warmth and authority in his husky words sent slivers of stimulation whipping through her womb.

“No panties and no bra,” Gunner added, gliding a hand down her left arm and adding to the invigorating sensations already galloping through her system.

“Let your hair down, too,” Lucky ordered, giving her ponytail a tug that sent her mind scrambling with even more wild arousal.

She couldn’t do it,
wouldn’t
do it. She hated herself for wanting to. Wetness seeped from her pussy lips as the pressure for release built almost painfully in her channel. One touch from either of them to her throbbing clit and she would explode. She wanted all the dirty, unspeakable things she knew they would make her do and do to her. She couldn’t allow herself to give in, couldn’t let anyone know the devilish desires that coursed through her mind and body.

“Forget it.” The words came stronger this time, despite the needs wreaking havoc inside her. “I won’t be there. Now let me go.” She pushed back, managing to flatten her hands on Diek’s chest in an effort to free herself. It didn’t do her any good. Before she could utter another word in protest, he crushed his mouth to hers.

The kiss bruised even as it threw fuel to a fire that had been burning for a decade and a half. His tongue drove between her lips, taking possession of her very soul through the recess of her mouth. She’d never kissed him, never kissed any of them. She’d come close many times, but always managed to get away. Not this time. He took her mouth with the predatory claiming she’d always known he would, and the certainty that she was losing her long-fought battle began to settle in her soul. She tasted every dark promise and wicked intent she’d ever sensed from him, coupled with a bold, wild arousal that made her feel drunker than any alcohol she’d ever consumed.

He wrenched his mouth from hers, breaking the kiss and startling a breathless gasp from her. He licked his way from her mouth to her cheek, trailing his tongue to her earlobe and drawing it between his teeth for a light nip.

“You’ll be there or you’ll be punished.” His husky tone rang with a conviction that made his threat all the more exotic and exhilarating. “We’ve waited long enough, darlin’. You belong to us. You’ve always known it, and we’ve given you more than enough time to accept it. Keep fighting if you like, but I promise we’ll win in the end.”

He released her so abruptly she stumbled back against the door to the horse stall.

“He means what he says, love.” Gunner leaned in, brushing his lips to her temple before he stepped back.

“I can’t wait to finally see you in the tank top I bought you.” Lucky trailed a finger from her throat down the valley between her breasts. “It will be even better when I take it off of you.” His finger traced a slow circle around her left breast before he stepped back, too, and all three men walked out of the barn.

They couldn’t punish her if they couldn’t touch her.

Mustang stood at her bedroom window, peering through the slightly parted curtains into the night. She couldn’t see anything without the binoculars, but she wouldn’t dare bring them out tonight. Already, she’d come too close to giving in. She’d come in from a long afternoon on the ranch to indulge in a hot bubble bath and a cold beer. After, she’d forgone her usual sleep boxers and T-shirt and dressed in her favorite denim skirt with the green tank top Lucky had bought her. Cut in a V shape that dipped way down, the thin, silky material barely covered her breasts. She couldn’t have worn a bra with it if she’d wanted to. She’d shaved her pussy lips, loving the feel of her bare folds gliding together when she walked.

And then she’d made a beeline straight to her bedroom door, locking herself inside before she stupidly followed the orders they’d dictated to her any further.

She pressed her fingers to her lips, closing her eyes as she remembered Diek’s kiss, and a single tear trickled down her cheek. She loved him, loved all three of them with every fiber of her being. She’d dated other men, slept with other men, and knew the whole time that no one would ever satisfy her if he didn’t possess the Rylon last name.

Still, she fought tooth and nail not to let them know the power they had over her. They knew anyway, of course. Her battle had been in not admitting it aloud, not giving them an ounce of space to get near her, not giving them a chance to truly claim her. Following her heart would be suicide. She prided herself on the reputation she’d built as a hard-headed, spitfire cowgirl making it in a man’s world. If word got out that she’d finally allowed the Rylon brothers under her skin and into her bed, she’d be seen as a whore. She would lose the respect from the men on neighboring ranches, respect she counted on and called upon when the need arose. No amount of love or pleasure was worth putting the Circle M in jeopardy. More, no amount of love or pleasure was worth giving up her position as the head of the Circle M.

She felt the heat of a body behind her a nanosecond before a hand came around to cover her mouth. She gasped, her eyes flying open, but the hand prevented her from turning her head.

“You’re supposed to be out there.” Gunner’s baritone drawl sent goose pimples racing along the surface of her flesh. “Your days of watching from this window are over.”

His hand slowly dropped from her mouth, settling loosely on the base of her throat. His body pressed hard against her back, his cock thick and persistent against her lower spine.

“How did you get in here?”

“Did you really think a little pettily locked door would keep us out?” Diek asked, moving in on her right. He turned, leaned his back against the window frame, and folded his arms across his broad chest. He didn’t look mad. The hard set to his jaw and the dark swirl in his eyes displayed more determination than anger.

“I’m figuring she did it to keep herself in.” Lucky appeared on her other side, leaning over slightly to put himself within her view. His gaze slid from her face down her front, obviously taking in the way she was dressed, the fact that she’d followed that order to a tee. “I doubt if you were even thinking of us coming to find you.”

She hadn’t been. Hindsight being what it was, she realized she should’ve known they would. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the meeting?” She’d thought she would be safe for the night, seeing as they were supposed to be preoccupied with the Service Club, even if she didn’t show as they had ordered her to.

“Not without you tonight,” Diek said.

“What are you going to do, hog-tie me and drag me down there?”

Gunner’s hand slid from her throat to her right arm and continued down, while the fingers of his other hand closed around her left wrist. He pinned her arms to her sides. “Tie you up, yes. Drag you down there, no.”

“We figured we’d take care of you in here tonight.” Lucky flattened a hand on her belly and gave her a gentle push backward. Gunner shuffled back, too, as Lucky made room for himself between her and the window. “I knew this top would look amazing on you.” The tip of his finger traced the V of the neckline down between her breasts, leaving a trail of sizzling desire in its wake. Then he moved both hands to her shoulders, hooking his fingers beneath the straps and slowly guiding them down. “Now I want to see you without it.”

Mustang shook her head, but she knew she was powerless to stop him. She started to tremble from as much fear as resignation. They wouldn’t hurt her physically, not in any way that didn’t offer her insurmountable pleasure. But they would break her. Inside, she already felt years of resolve crumbling. After they took her tonight, she would never be the same. Her only solace came from the knowledge that no one would know what happened in this room tonight except them.

“Later, you’re going to tell us why you were crying when we walked in,” Diek told her as Lucky completed his task of lowering the tank top from her body and Gunner slowly guided her arms behind her back.

She shook her head again. She wouldn’t tell them, because doing so would be confessing her love for them. They might take her body tonight, but she wouldn’t let them know they had her heart, too. If she did, they would never let her go. Tomorrow the war would begin again. It would be harder to fight than ever before once her body memorized the feel of their hands on her, their cocks inside her, once she experienced the passion of being with them.

Diek cupped the side of her face, turning her head to look at him. “That’s something I never want to see again.”

His softness surprised her. The concern flittering through his cobalt eyes shocked her more. She started to speak, though she wasn’t quite sure what she intended to say. The coarse feel of a rope encircling her wrists captured her attention. She looked back over her shoulder and watched the intense concentration in Gunner’s expression as he bound her wrists tightly together, leaving a short length of rope to dangle free.

Excitement and anticipation zinged through her system, ricocheting off every erogenous spot in her body only to gather in a ball of ecstasy when Lucky covered her breasts with his hands. His fingers flicked over her hardened nipples, sending that collected zing on a straight line of pleasured torment to her pussy.

She wanted his hands to stay there. She wanted him to roll her nipples between his fingers, tug and pull on them until she was begging him to fuck her. When his hands fell away, she nearly cried out in protest. Her gaze slammed into his, and the simmering promise she saw in his eyes silenced her. He wasn’t done with them by any means.

He stood close enough to her that she felt him reach a hand in his pocket and pull something free. She sucked in a breath on the next heartbeat when something cool and smooth brushed over her heated nipples.

“You might want to hold that breath for a second,” he warned her as a bite of delicious pressure replaced the smooth coolness on her nipples.

Mustang looked down at the clamps Lucky had fixed on her nipples. A dainty silver chain stretched between the clamps, connecting them. She realized in the next instant the chain also gave him something to toy with, simultaneously delivering a maddeningly pressured tug to both her nipples.

“Oh, God.” She squirmed, moving her hips as the sensation traveled straight to her pussy. The intense pleasure ended far too soon. Lucky left the clamps in place, keeping a low hum of delight dancing through her system, but he didn’t tug at the chain again.

“Come with me.” Gunner pulled at the rope binding her wrists and guided her backward, turning her around when they reached her bed. She saw then that Diek had taken the time to position the sea of pillows she slept with in the fashion he wanted them.

Diek moved in front of her, his hand cupping the side of her face once more. “You’ve got one chance to find all that defiance you’ve been firing at us all these years. Otherwise, tonight you belong to us.”

Mustang licked her lips, her gaze dancing over his handsome face. He continued to shock her tonight. She never expected him to give her a chance to speak, let alone tell them to get out of her room.

“Just for tonight?” The question spilled from her mouth before she could stop it. She was stupid to challenge him. Tonight was exactly what she wanted. She had already made up her mind that tomorrow she would be stronger again. She would spend the time rebuilding her defenses even as she locked away the memory of tonight forever.

“You know tonight is only the start.” His husky voice rang with utter certainty. “Say the words, darlin’.”

She couldn’t. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Their hands on her, the promises of what they intended to do to her, had short-circuited every synapse in her mind. Just this once, she needed them just this once.

“I can’t,” she finally said, and knew the admission would haunt her for the rest of her days. Her gaze shifted to Lucky, who took Diek’s place in front of her, and a slow, pleased smile unfolded on his too-kissable lips.

He found the fastening of her skirt and snapped it free. The sound of the clasp scraping along the metal teeth of her zipper echoed through the room. His hands moved to the waistband, his fingers gliding along her flesh as he pushed the skirt down and let it fall in a pool of denim around her feet.

“You listened well, even if you didn’t follow through completely as we told you to.” He palmed her bare ass, kneading her butt cheeks as he dipped his head. His tongue swiped over her lips, and she parted them on a breath as chemistry sparked in the air between them. Her senses reeled as his kiss filled her with the sweet taste of passion. His mouth on hers made her weak. She melted into him, feeling the bite of pleasured pain in her nipples as the clamps pressed to his chest, delivering more pressure.

He drew back far too soon, slowly dropping his hands from her ass and stepping aside. He exchanged a wordless look with Gunner and gave the other man an almost imperceptible nod.