Once she pulled into the driveway of her tiny house, Dixie felt the weight of the school year slide off her shoulders and settle into the back part of her mind. She couldn’t wait to change into her shorts and play in her garden for an hour or so.
She’d ordered some dirt from the nursery to top off her garden. She’d hoped it would have arrived by now, but no dirt waited for her when she stepped outside. They were probably covered up in requests. It would get there in the next day or two, she was sure. Since all she needed to do was spread it around her few plants and fill up her flowerbed, it wasn’t that big of a deal.
After nearly an hour of pulling grass from her flowerbed, she heard a noise and turned to find Eric Bennet and Troy Elmore standing behind her with wide-ass grins on their faces.
“What are you two staring at?” she demanded.
“Only the prettiest ass we’ve ever seen.” Eric crossed his arms across his chest.
“You’ve got one sweet butt, babe,” Troy added.
“What are you doing here anyway?” She stood up and brushed off her gardening gloves.
“We’re delivering your dirt for Mr. Hudson at the nursery.”
“I didn’t know you worked for him. I thought you ran a construction business.”
“We do, but he’s stretched real thin this year since Peter retired. He’s hired us after hours to deliver dirt and plants. Just finished the Duluths’ house and aren’t scheduled to start another house until next week sometime. They’re finalizing the plans and completing the survey.” Eric walked over and pulled something out of her hair. He showed it to her. “Think that’s a dandelion.”
She laughed. “Better study up on your weeds if you’re going to work for Mr. Hudson. Thanks for bringing my dirt. You can unload it over there on that tarp I have staked down. That way I get all the dirt where I want it.”
“Good thinking,” Troy said.
She watched as they backed their truck up to the tarp then got out and jumped up into the back of the truck to shovel dirt while she watched. They took off their shirts, exposing tanned flesh that was drool-worthy if Dixie had been interested. She assured herself she wasn’t. She just wanted to be sure they got the dirt where it needed to be.
She couldn’t help but admire the sleek lines of their muscular backs and how their shoulders bunched when they picked up a shovelful of dirt. They had hard abdomens that she was sure a pioneer woman could wash clothes on. How had she not noticed how hot they were before?
Because I’m not interested in a man, remember? Men only want one thing, then they toss you to the side.
She wondered what it would be like to have just one night with either of the two men. She couldn’t help it. She was a woman for goodness sake. She had needs, but she could take care of them herself if they got too out of control. Since she was drooling over the two hot Adonises unloading her dirt, it might be time to put her B.O.B. to work.
Troy was quiet and thoughtful about everything he did. She’d seen them help put together the stage and stands for the yearly Fourth of July Festival. His rich black hair had just enough curl in it to look disheveled while Eric’s light brown hair was cut short. Where Eric had hazel eyes that twinkled when he smiled, Troy’s dark eyes always seemed to be searching. Both men did it for her, but she wasn’t looking for their kind of loving.
Dixie had heard rumors that they played at Golden Shackles, the local dungeon there in Perkins City. It was one of the things the town was known for. People from all around the area who were fortunate enough to gain admittance had memberships there. She’d never darkened the door but was curious about it.
Because it was so prevalent there, she’d read up on it and some of her romance novels included D/s relationships. While some of it fascinated her, some of it turned her off. Of course none of that mattered since she wasn’t about to stick her feet into something like that.
How a woman, or a man for that matter, can let someone have that much control over their lives I don’t understand. I couldn’t. I like my independence way too much to give it up.
“Looks like that’s it, Dixie. Want us to spread it anywhere for you?” Eric asked.
Troy jumped down from the back of the truck and wiped the sweat from his brow using his discarded shirt.
“Um, if you don’t mind. I’d like about half of it spread over this flowerbed. I’ll work the rest of it into my garden tomorrow.”
“Got it.” Eric began spreading the dirt for her while Troy watched.
Troy walked over to where Dixie was standing and smiled. “Out of school for the summer?”
“Sure am. I plan to do nothing but work in my garden and read.”
“Got plans for Saturday night?” he asked.
Dixie froze then blinked slow before looking up at him. “Um, not really.”
“How about getting a pizza at Rizzoli’s?”
“Um, are you asking me out on a date?” she finally managed to get out.
He chuckled. “I think that’s what I’m doing.”
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t say no. It’s just pizza, Dixie.”
She thought about it and the conversations she’d just had with herself over not needing a man in her life. In the end, it was just too much for her to say no.
“Sure. That sounds like fun.”
They descended on her like predators on a hunt. Hands stroked and pulled on her even as their mouths licked and sucked and kissed her all over. Troy took one nipple into his mouth as Eric’s closed over the other one. The dual sensations scandalized her even as she sank into a sensual delight. When they pulled back, she whimpered, not wanting them to go.
“Easy, Dixie. We’ll take good care of you.”
Eric eased down her body, kissing, tonguing every inch of the way down until he settled between her legs, shifting them wider with his shoulders. The first swipe of his tongue up her slit had her squirming on the bed. The second swipe landed harder on her clit. She was sure one or two more and she’d go up in flames once more.
Eric lapped at her pussy, using two fingers to spear inside but avoided her clit from then on out. No matter how hard Dixie tried to move around to get his tongue where she needed it, he managed to elude her, holding her down with one hand across her pelvis.
“What are you doing to me?” she demanded.
“Showing you that we can make your climaxes so much sweeter when we control them. You’ll see, babe.” Eric continued to lick and suck at her pussy while Troy nipped and licked her nipples and all up and down her neck.
She was positive she was going to go crazy, wanting them to do something, anything as long as it meant she could come. Where the idea of them controlling her pleasure had sounded exciting before, now, as she ached to come, Dixie wasn’t as big a fan. She needed to climax. Needed that feeling of utter release as much as a junkie needed their next fix.
“Please, let me come. I need to so badly, Eric. Troy, please don’t leave me like this.”
“Never, darling. You’ll always come before we do, but only when we’re ready. Think about how good it will feel when you finally do.” Troy kissed her, sucking on her lower lip then nipping it as he moved back down her neck and around to her earlobe, where he sucked on it in time to his pulling on one nipple.
So many sensations, they were all culminating into something big. Too big. She’d surely die from whatever it was. Still they continued their teasing onslaught of stimulating touches. Eric removed his fingers from her cunt and replaced them with his tongue. She felt as if she’d died as a small pop of sensation exploded like a fizzy bubble in a soda pop, but the tiny blip of bliss didn’t last.
“Easy, babe. No coming until we give you permission,” Eric said.
I’ll kill them for this. Permission? I don’t need permission to come.
But with them, she did. They did indeed control her pleasure like bosses. It was only at their command that she’d explode. Of that she was now sure. It meant that she wasn’t too proud to beg.
“Please, Eric. I need it so badly. Please let me come. I’m going to die,” Dixie said.
Eric and Troy exchanged a look. Then out of the blue, Troy closed over her nipple and pulled on the other one. He lifted his head and said four little words before pinching one nipple and biting the other one.
“Come for us, Dixie.”
Eric sucked on her clit while spearing two fingers in and out of her sopping-wet pussy, and she did. Dixie came long and hard. Her body seemed to explode around her as fiery hot sensations poured through her and raced like liquid silver through her veins. Every inch of her body felt alive even as she bucked between them. Her scream seemed almost an afterthought as she relearned how to breathe.
“I told you it would be amazing when you came if you just let us control it,” Eric said, his mouth curving up as he winked at her.
“I’m dead. You can use my body if you need to, but don’t expect anything more out of me.” She closed her eyes.
Both men chuckled.
“Don’t count on it, babe.” Eric moved up her body, pinning her flat to kiss her.
It was a long sensuous kiss where he plundered then ended with a soft brushing of his lips across hers. He rolled her over on top of him so that his cock was pressed between their bodies. When he humped his hips upward, the huge erection rubbed up and down her belly. She watched as his eyes closed and a hot determined expression filled his face. When he stopped, she smiled.
“Something tells me that you want me.”
“What might that be?” Eric asked.