Yuma [Wolfe Brothers 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (6 page)

“Before we begin, I have to know something.” He tugged a little harder. “What had you blushing so much when we were talking with my brother?”

“I…I don’t remember, sir.”

One large hand reached out and smacked her left breast then the right. “Don’t lie to me.” His voice was as harsh as the stinging sensation in her breasts. She screamed more in shock than pain.

“I wondered”—she licked her lips—“how it would feel to have two men at one time, sir.”

“Me and one of my brothers?”

“I…Not necessarily.” She hung her head down, refusing to look up at him for fear of finding anger or disgust.

“But you considered it for a moment, right?” She nodded weakly as he began to stroke her body gently. “I appreciate your honesty. Have you ever had someone in your ass, besides my fingertip last night?”

“No.” His fingers were stroking through her wet pussy, encircling her clit before sliding down to tease her vaginal entrance. It was, as she found, impossible to make him move where she wanted him.

“But you wondered what it would feel like to be packed back and front.”

One long finger thrust into her pussy as she cried out hoarsely, “Yes!”

“I’ll be honest with you, my brothers and I have shared women before. We’ve packed them so full”—he added another finger and continued to thrust—“that they didn’t know if they were screaming from the pleasure or the pain.” He chuckled harshly. “Or maybe they would have screamed, but the hard cock down their throat stopped them.” One wet finger slid down to her anus and roughly pushed inside. “How would you like that, one of us in each of your holes while one of my other brothers watches us fuck you?”

She thought for maybe a second or two, but then shook her head. In all honesty, she only wanted him. “No, sir,” she whispered.

“Why not? Most women say the experience is unforgettable.” He continued to tease her ass, thrusting in and out as he waited for her response.

“I only want you, sir.” He stilled against her, and she worried that she said the wrong thing. While they didn’t have an actual romantic relationship, she didn’t want the others to mar the experience she was having with him. She hoped that he wouldn’t get upset with her.

“It’s a good thing, baby.” His lips brushed against hers. “I don’t think I could share you.” He teased her lips open until he could sweep inside of her mouth, brushing and rubbing against her tongue as they kissed. As the kiss continued, his fingers were thrusting deep inside her body. She was sure she was going to come in seconds. She could feel her body tightening, ready to burst!

He moved away from her, his fingers pulling free as he stepped over to the bag that he had stashed on the corner of the dresser. He pulled packages out, letting her see what he’d bought before taking them out of the packages.

“I can give you the experience of a three way without having to share you.” He brought the inflatable butt plug out, along with a tube of lube and some nipple clamps. “Have you ever played with clamps or hot wax?”

Her pussy was gushing at the mere suggestion. Oh shit, she was panting like a damned dog. What was he going to think about her? “No, sir,” she grunted.

He smiled as he brought the clamps out first. “These are vibrating nipple clamps.” He flipped the remote and let her hear the vibrations they made before he sucked one nipple into his mouth. The clamps quieted as he nibbled and sucked her nipple into a hard point. Without any more warning, he attached the clamp. Her indrawn breath was held as he tightened the clamp into place before he repeated the process on the other nipple.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he stated as he looked down at her. Her nipples were begging for more attention, but they could wait. First, he had something else that needed to be taken care of. He put the butt plug and the lube on the floor then knelt before her splayed legs. “I love how you keep this all soft and bare for me.”

How does he know it’s all for him, she wondered but knew it was the truth. Hell, she hadn’t had sex with anyone else since college, but she’d maintained her monthly pilgrimages to the spa to make sure that her pussy was bare.

“I don’t want you to come until I give you permission to. Do you understand, slave?”

“Yes, master.” Her answer came out with a moan as he ran his tongue along the slickened tissues of her cunt before trailing down to her anus. His tongue swirled and flickered against the clenched opening, and he wiggled his way inside before retreating back to her vagina. She heard a clicking sound as the bottle of lube was opened, then a second or two later was closed again.

She felt the blunt tip of the butt plug being placed against her anus. The cool gel of the lube made it easier for him to begin to push it against her opening. As he sucked her clit into his mouth, he pushed against the plug. She felt a pop and screamed as the combination of pleasure and pain sent her over the edge, and the plug was sent deep into her ass.

As she came back down, she realized her mistake. “Did I give you permission to come, slave?”

“No, sir,” she replied as she felt the butt plug expanding deep inside her as he manipulated the air bulb.

“Did I not warn you that you would be punished?

“Yes, sir.” Her pussy gushed as he continued to expand the toy. “Please punish me, sir!” She could feel herself getting closer and closer to coming again.

He moved away from her, went to his stash of goodies, and brought back a new toy. “This is a rubber punishment whip. While the pain isn’t as severe as if it was leather, you will feel each and every sting as the strands meet your flesh,” he predicted seconds before he brought the whip down against her right thigh.

Her breath caught, and in the next second, not only did the whip fall again, but the nipple clamps were buzzing as well. The whip moved from side to side, and up and down until the front of her body was bright pink.

“Brace yourself,” he ordered before releasing first one clamp then the other. The release was more painful than when he first put them on.

“Shit!” she screamed as her back arched.

“Quiet, slave!” He brought the whip up yet again, only this time, he sent the strands across her sensitive nipples.

“Sir, I need to come,” she begged him as he continued to torment her nipples. “Can I please come, sir?”

“Not yet.” He tossed the whip down and picked up one of the candles. The tall red candle was tilted to the side, and as the hot wax kissed her taut nipples, he ordered, “Now come!” Her body couldn’t resist, and she went rigid in her restraints as her orgasm roared through her body.

She was limp as he released her. He had to carry her to the bed. She came to as he began to remove his jeans and boxer briefs. She tried to sit up but was ordered to stay instead. His erection was weeping as he stroked a hand from his balls to the top, and she badly wanted to lick his pre-cum from the tip. “Please, sir?”

“What?” he demanded, but hadn’t moved any closer to her.

“I want to taste you again, sir.” She could have sworn that she heard him cursing as he walked to the bed, straddled her chest, and brought his cock to her mouth.

He coated her lips with his fluids before demanding, “Open your mouth, baby.” As she followed his directions, he pushed the head of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue greedily sucked at the tip, swirling and twirling around him. As the pleasure became greater, he pushed more of himself into her mouth. “That’s it, baby. Suck me.”

He continued to talk as he stroked his cock in and out of her mouth. “Do you like to feel me fucking your throat, baby? Does it make my pussy wet?” He gained momentum as he continued. “When you’re masturbating at home, do you pretend it’s my cock making you come?” He pushed again until he was resting at the back of her throat. His cum bathed her there as he was unable to stop himself from coming. He pulled back to allow her to breathe but pushed back in within seconds. As his orgasm faded, he pulled out his still-hard cock and wanted more.

“Turn over.” Quickly, she did as directed. She knelt on her hands and knees, twitching her ass for him as she waited to see what he would do next. “This may hurt a little, honey,” he remarked as he moved up behind her. He traced her labia with his cock, coating his cock in her juices before he slid into position.

“
Oh fuck!
” she screamed as he pushed inside of her. With the butt plug firmly seated in her ass, he seemed even bigger inside of her. He stopped, letting her become adjusted to the dual penetration, then pulled back to push a few more inches into her even tighter pussy.

“That’s right, baby.” His lips were against her ear, whispering darkly, “Take my cock.” He slid a finger to tease her clit. “Do you like the feeling of being stuffed?” He pushed even more cock into her dripping pussy.

“Yes, sir.” Whimpering, she shoved her ass back at him, wanting all of him to fill her up.

“Who do you belong to, slave?” As he asked, he pinched her clit tightly between his thumb and forefinger.

“You, sir.” Her body shook as she fought off the climax that was threatening to overtake her. “Only you!”

He began hammering against her, barely pulling out before shoving back into her heated depths. He released her clit. With all the blood flowing back to it, she was screaming again in orgasm. He grabbed her by her hair, wrapped it tightly in his hand as he picked up velocity. “Mine!” he demanded as his body went taut against her. “Mine.”

After the few minutes it took to recover, he released the air and gently removed the plug from her ass. After using the bathroom, he came back with a wet washcloth and cleaned her up. She didn’t even register his presence as she slept on his bed. Tossing the cloth in the bathroom, he went back to the bed to curl against her. She never felt him as he wrapped his arms around her.

He woke her up several other times during the night. His cock seemed to have a mind of its own. Over and over again, he brought her to countless orgasms. While some of the play was rough, there were times when he was excessively tender with her. By the time that dawn was breaking through the sky, not only was he dead to the world, his penis was, too.

Chapter 6

Madison woke up curled next to Yuma early the next morning. She managed to slip out of bed without waking him, intent on getting home where she could think. She dressed in the living room and quietly slipped out of the condo. She was surprised to find another Wolfe waiting for her outside the next condo.

“Where are you going, darlin’?” the short-haired, black-eyed giant asked as he watched her. He held his blazer in his hand over his shoulder. His gun holstered on his side, his police identification on his waistband.

“Excuse me?”

“Well, I see that you’re sneaking out of my brother’s place so I know he’s going to come by and ask me if I’ve seen you. If I don’t tell him where you’re going, there’s going to be hell to pay for both of us. Do us both a favor and tell me where you’re going.” He leaned against the door of his condo waiting intently for her response since his brother’s women were usually very obedient.

“Mr. Wolfe, quite frankly, it’s none of your damned business.” As she walked out to the yellow taxi cab waiting for her, she could have sworn she heard him laughing. Well, she’d see about that!

Instead of going home, she drove over to her father’s place, thinking that if Yuma did try to find her, the last place he’d check was here. In fact, she had the responsibility of planning her father’s retirement party to be held the following Friday. While her father had been one of the founding members of the business, he’d decided that he wanted to retire so that he could enjoy life and travel a bit. Honestly, she hoped that he would find a love interest so that he would quit harassing her about getting married and providing him with grandchildren to spoil.

Her cell rang, making her wish the damned thing would have lost its charge, but oh hell no, it was ringing. She glanced at the caller ID, and turned the stupid thing off. She’d talk to Yuma later, when she had to. Right now, she just wanted to think without him there to “help.”

Luckily, her father was out, so she had plenty of time to plan. And even better, although it was a Sunday, she was able to verify bookings for everything from the venue in the Crossroads Art District of Kansas City to the food and the decorations. She had a true sense of accomplishment as everything for once fell into place for her.

She heard a door open and braced herself to deal with her father. As if she needed more lectures on working Yuma out of her system. That hadn’t worked so far. She wanted him more now than she had before. No, what she needed to do was move away and become a nun or something. She rolled her eyes at the thought.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, dammit!” Yuma fumed as he slammed the door behind him.

“I needed time to think, Yuma. Is that okay with you?” She couldn’t help but wonder how he’d gotten inside. On second thought, she really needed to work on learning to lock doors behind her.

“You couldn’t think at my place?”

“No, you want to think for me at your place.” She paced the living room. “I needed some dominant-free time to myself.”

“Bull. Shit.” He stomped over to stand in from of her. “The only time I try to control you is when we’re making love—never once have I tried to control you otherwise.”