Sophie Oak - Siren in Waiting

“Damn it. I didn’t even think about it. I had one, too. Fuck, Trev, I’m sorry.” Bo ran a hand through his hair.

Trev waved him off. “Bo, you aren’t an alcoholic. I can’t expect the world to stop because I can’t handle a drink. But I need something else. The whole time I watched them, I told myself that if I got through it, I would earn a prize.”

The dark look in his eyes told Beth exactly what prize he meant. Her breathing sped up. “I think you definitely deserve a treat, baby.”

She was his treat. She was his addiction now. And she was so happy to be it. She was addicted to him and Bo. She was addicted to wanting them, to loving them.

“Bo, did our little sub figure out how to use the ropes to her advantage?”

Bo grinned. “Uh, I might have helped her figure that out.”

“How many times did you come, darlin’? How many times did you rub your clit against the rope?”

“Not too many. Twice. Once with Bo, and then Lexi took a break. I didn’t mean to. I just wiggled and it happened.” It had felt so good, she hadn’t exactly fought it. She’d been a little disappointed that Lexi got back so quickly.

“Well, I think two still deserves a spanking. Bo, where does your brother keep the crop?”

“Uh, it’s a ranch. There are crops everywhere.”

“All right, smart-ass. Do you want in on this or not? Get me a crop.”

Bo saluted. “Yes, Sir.”

Trev lifted her easily, turning her over. She loved how it felt to be picked up by Trev. He was so strong. She relaxed and allowed Trev to move her into the position he wanted her in, face down, cheek to the side, knees bent, ass in the air. The plug tried to escape, but the rope held it in.

Trev groaned his pleasure at the sight. “Bo did a damn fine job.”

“I’m getting real good at shoving stuff up her ass.” Bo was back with a soft-tipped crop in his hand.

“I think she’s ready.” Trev’s hands smoothed across the skin of her ass. Each pass of his hands moved the rope slightly, affecting her clit and anus.

“Ready? Shit, are you serious?” Bo’s breath came out in a sigh. “Fuck, I want that.”

Beth shivered at the thought. Both of them at once. She wanted that, too.

“But first, we owe her a little discipline,” Trev said.

Beth nearly howled as the crop came down on her ass. The pain was jarring, but even as she flinched from it, the rope rubbed her clit. It rubbed all along her pussy and the crease of her ass, pressing on the plug, making her rectum light up with nerves that had never come to life before.

“I made this dress for your punishment and your pleasure, darlin’.” Trev sounded more in control than he’d been before. “That’s my fucking job in life, to see to both. To make sure you’re safe and you have what you need, and that includes my crop against your skin.”

She bit into her bottom lip to stop from calling out. He struck again, high on her ass. It changed the way the rope rubbed and pushed at the plug.

“I’m your Master, Bethany Hobbes. I’m the center of your world. You’re damn sure the center of mine.” He struck lower. Her clit threatened to go off again.

He’d been that from the moment he’d saved her at The Rusty Spur. And Bo had been the sun in her sky for longer than she could remember.

The crop hit her again, this time from another direction.

“Never again, Beth,” Bo said. “You can’t treat me with any less respect than Trev. I might not have trained the way he did. I might never be the Dom he is, but by god, I will be what you need.”

Bo seemed to have found his own crop. They took turns whipping her ass. The pain would flare, and then the rope would do its work. She felt heated and desperate, caught between the pleasure and pain. Over and over, they struck, pausing between to stroke her, to tell her how well she was doing.

Tears caught in her eyes, a cry in her throat. She’d spent the day trussed up and trapped, and she’d never felt more free. She was becoming someone she liked, someone who fought back and believed that good things could happen. Love had come in the strangest form, changing her forever, and she wouldn’t give this up for all the picket fences and good opinions in the world. All of her life, she’d sat back and waited. She’d waited for love, hoping it would come her way.

Love was worth fighting for. Love wasn’t something that came quietly. It had roared in and changed her soul, and she wasn’t about to let it go. If Trev McNamara left in a year, she would follow him. She would take Bo’s hand and follow him because this was her family, and she would never give them up.

“She’s crying.” Bo dropped the crop. He put a hand to her face, his voice tortured. “Trev, she’s crying.”

She found herself turned over and in Trev’s arms, his face staring down at her. His hair was mussed, his eyes warm. “She’s feeling.”

She gave him a watery smile because he understood. “I love you.”

His eyes closed briefly. “I don’t know why, but I’ll take it. I know I’ll be bad for you somewhere down the line, but I need you. I fucking need you.”

He took her mouth, dominating it. His tongue surged against hers in a fierce dance, and his arms tightened, caging her as neatly as his ropes. Beth gave as good as she got. She played with him, opening and submitting as fiercely as he dominated.

“Help me get her out of these ropes.” Trev was breathless by the time he was done.

Beth felt Bo’s hands on her back, pulling at the knots. Her hands came free. Trev caught them and brought them forward. His hands rubbed along her arms.

“Are your arms okay? Did I get the ropes too tight?” Trev’s hands rubbed circles in her skin.

She pulled him close. “My arms are fine. But there are parts of me that need your attention, Sir.”

He groaned. “You know that kills me, darlin’. Do you want both of us?”

“More than anything.”

“Then get that ass in the air. Bo, we need condoms and lube.”

Bo slammed both down on the rack. He’d taken off his clothes and stood in front of her, his gloriously cut body a work of art for her eyes. Every muscle seemed tense, and his cock jutted up, almost reaching his navel. Bo had gotten awfully comfortable being naked around Trev. “Ahead of you. Now I want equal time.”

Bo’s hand cupped her neck and pulled her to him. His mouth closed over hers, tongue seeking entry. His hands ran over her breasts. They were still sensitive from the bindings.

Bo’s mouth traced a path from her lips to her neck and shoulder. He dropped kisses all along her skin. “I love your breasts, Beth. So fucking perfect.”

His head lowered, and he sucked a nipple in his mouth.

“I love them, too.” Trev groaned before taking the other between his teeth.

Beth let her head fall back as they feasted on her. Someone’s hand gripped her ass while another dipped into her pussy.

“Fuck, she’s so wet.” Trev came off her breast and sucked his fingers into his mouth. Beth could see his tongue whirl around like he didn’t want to miss a single drop. “I have to have more of that.”

He shoved her knees apart and sank down. Beth watched as his dark head lowered between her legs.

Bo watched as well. “Oh, do you want Trev to eat your pussy, baby? I love eating your pussy. It’s my favorite dessert. One of these days, we’ll just lay you out on the dining room table after dinner and have our sweet treat. That pussy of yours is better than any pie.”

“Should I make her beg?” Trev asked, his eyes going to Bo’s.

“Do you think she would?” Bo got behind her, propping her up. His hands cupped her breasts.

“Yes. I will.” She wasn’t ashamed of it either. It felt good.