Feeling Strong

STORY EXCERPT

Charly Wynn’s mouth dropped as Drake Strong stormed into her hotel room past Heath, who was still very naked.

Drake’s face spoke volumes to her about the storm that clearly was brewing inside his head. Who could blame him?

Even the room’s air smelled of sex.

Drake headed straight to her. His eyes narrowed, causing a shiver to shoot up her spine. Heath closed the door and came up behind him.

Still in the bed, Charly pulled the covers up to hide her exposed breasts.

If guilt had hands, she would’ve been strangling from its boney fingers the instant her eyes locked on Drake’s. But it didn’t. She would have to live with her mistake. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Bro, this is none of your business.” Heath grabbed Drake’s arm.

He jerked away from Heath’s hold and glared daggers at him.

“Chill for a second.” Heath pulled on his jeans. “Hear me out before you—”

“Shut the fuck up.” Drake’s gaze locked back on hers. He reached out and touched her cheek.

Charly felt a single tear fall from her left eye down her face. If she could’ve found a rock right then, she would’ve rushed to get under it. What was it about the Strong brothers that made her lose her head and make such idiotic choices? “I’m so sorry.”

“Charly, you aren’t…” Drake’s sad tone broke her heart. He removed his fingers from her face, twisting around and facing Heath. “You asshole!”

Heath’s demeanor darkened. “Better back off. You know not to push me.”

Drake stepped up right in front of Heath, as if daring him to throw a punch. “And you know what I’m capable of.”

“Guys, don’t,” Charly pleaded. She’d learned that in Wilde, the norm was for men to share women, but these two weren’t in the sharing mood—not one damn bit.

Without glancing away from Heath, Drake said to her, “This is between me and my brother.” He placed his finger in the center of Heath’s chest.

Heath scowled but didn’t budge. “She’s at the center of this. You and I both know that. Move your hand off me or I will break every finger.”

Jessie might be able to handle loving more than one man, but she couldn’t. Her heart was ripping in two as these brothers were surely about to go fist-to-fist.

Drake kept his finger in place. “Give it your best shot.”

“I can’t take any more of this.” Feeling confused and guilty, she covered her face with her hands. “I’m the one to blame.”

“Charly, it’s gonna be okay,” Heath said softly. “Back off, Drake. We can work this out.”

She looked up in hopes they might and saw Drake curl the hand not on Heath into a fist.

In a whisper that sounded more like a threat, he said, “I love her. You’re not going to fuck that up like last time, Heath.”

She shoved the guilt aside, embracing her anger at the stupidity of these two cowboys. “Stop acting like complete idiots.”

“Charly, let me handle this,” Heath commanded without turning away from Drake.

“No way. I leave this to you guys and I’ll have to call for an ambulance.”

Drake uncurled his fist and removed his other hand from his brother’s chest. The tension was still high between them, but seemed to be a bit less, if only a bit.

“Thank you,” she said to Drake.

“This fucking sucks.” He shook his head.

“You need to cool off, bro.” Heath took a step back and grabbed his shirt off the chair. “There’s more here than you know.”

“I know enough about you to see through your scheme.”

Charly stood up, making sure to wrap the blanket modestly around her body. “Drake, I’m so sorry.”

He turned back to her, his eyes softening some. “This isn’t your fault, honey. Not one bit of it. Wilde is new to you. I get that. You know we share our women. It’s our way. What you don’t know is that Heath isn’t to be trusted. He’s to blame. Not you.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“This asshole and our eldest brother, Tobias, worked it out to get me out of the way so he could take you to Malibu, not me.” Drake glared at Heath. “Deny that?”

Heath didn’t answer him.

Confused, Charly felt her heart pounding hard in her chest. “Is that true, Heath?”

“Sweetheart, there’s more here than you know.”

“You keep saying that.” Her anger and confusion was back and whirling together inside her. “You guys are too much. I’ve been such a fool.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Dax cradled her chin. “Time to fill your tight, little cunt with our cocks, kitten.”

“Here you go, bro.” Drake handed him a condom. She watched them both slip the rubbers on their dicks.

Dax picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and over his hips. In this position, she could feel the tip of his dick pressing on her mound. Urges exploded inside her like an uncontrollable fiery inferno.

Dax kissed Charly on the forehead, making her feel safe and sexy. Drake’s hands covered her breasts from behind, and he gently massaged them. He slid his hands down to her ass, and she felt him apply lubricant to her backside. She couldn’t help but let out a little moan.

Soon, Dax’s fingers were fucking her in the back. Drake lowered himself down to a crouched position on the floor. She wrapped her legs tighter around Dax’s waist as he continued his digits’ assault to her ass. Now below her, Drake began laving her pussy with his tongue. This twin tag team was driving her wild with desire, but before she fell over the passionate edge inside her, they both stopped. Dax set her on her feet.

She watched as Dax applied a generous amount of lube to his condom-covered dick.

In a flash, the twin cowboys hoisted her up in their arms between them. This time Drake picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Drake’s cock tip began racking her clit, and Dax’s dick was knocking at her back door.

“Take a deep breath, kitten,” Dax ordered from behind her.

She obeyed.

“Blow it out for us.”

She did.

“One more time. In—”

Once again, she did what was expected of her. It felt so right, so perfect to do so.

As she blew out the last breath, the brothers lowered her onto their dicks. As both cocks pierced her flesh, she sucked in a bunch of air, only to exhale it quickly. Stretched out and loving it, all she could do was hold on in this position. And she did, though just barely.

Their combined thrusts into her pussy and ass coaxed more heat, more desire, more want out of her.

“God, you are so tight, kitten.” Dax was holding up her thighs from behind.

Drake held her by the waist, and she had her legs and arms wrapped around him. In and out. Up and down. As the brothers continued to split her open, her insides began to tighten and her clit throbbed.

Drake kissed her on the lips, and a shiver ran up and down her spine. “You like us fucking you this way, baby?”

“Oh yes. Very much, Sir.” She felt so light in their arms, and they matched each other’s rhythm perfectly.

“Squeeze our dicks with your pussy and ass, kitten,” Dax ordered.

Charly complied, tightening around their meaty beasts.

Dax whispered in her ear. “That’s it. Feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir.” Being held up between these men had done the trick and pushed her over the edge. Nothing was stopping her from reaching an orgasm.

Dax’s command came from behind. “Come for us, kitten. Make us really proud.”

Strong Passion

STORY EXCERPT

Nate patted Joker’s neck and gazed at Charly atop Majesty, his mother’s Appaloosa mare. When Charly had told Nate about her new job working for Michael, Nate realized he knew just the right spot for the resort. Even better, the land he was thinking of was best accessed by horseback. It was the perfect chance for him to spend some time alone with Charly. Now two hours into the ride, Nate was amazed by how comfortable she looked in the saddle. Any passerby would’ve thought Charly was a native to ranching, not the Bronx.

“Have you been lying to me, pet? You obviously know more than a little about horses.”

“Did Joker tell you that?” She smiled. “I’m from the Bronx. We adapt fast.”

“I bet.”

“Just watch.” She urged Majesty into a gallop.

Nate laughed and kicked Joker into high speed to catch her. This little lady has some lessons to learn. Within earshot of Majesty, he whistled the signal that he knew would get the result he desired.

His mother’s horse slowed to a trot.

“Come on, Majesty. They’re gaining on us.”

Nate whistled again, and Charly’s ride stopped. “Come on, Joker. Let’s show those girls who really is in charge.”

“No fair, Nate,” she said as he rode up beside her.

“I’ll show you how unfair I really can be, pet.”

He leaned in and kissed her. Her lush lips tasted like honey, so very sweet. He placed his hand at the back of her neck and pulled her in tighter.

Just being near her had him acting a fool, and he didn’t know why. The Doms at The Masters’ Chambers would’ve certainly laughed their asses off at his high-school-lovesick-boy act. He didn’t care. He wanted Charly more than he’d ever wanted anyone before in his life. It wasn’t sudden or instant, but a slow-growing burn that had begun the moment he’d met her. Crazy? Yes. But insanity might be a nice state for him, at least for tonight.

Though Nate hated to end their kiss, the sun would be going down soon, and he wanted to be at the cabin before dark. “Charly, look around. This is the part of the property I wanted to show you.”

Her long eyelashes fluttered. “Uh…what?”

“Sweetheart, we’re looking at property for Michael’s gay resort. Remember?”

“Yes.” She closed her eyes.

He loved seeing her off kilter and flushed. “Hard to see the landscape with your eyes shut, Charly.”

Her eyes popped open, and she nodded. “Wow. This place is beautiful.”

It was. The mountains to the left scraped the sky with their snowy peaks. To their right were cliffs. A long waterfall from the rocky walls shot into the lake beside them, sending spray into the air that looked like jewels in the light of the setting sun. He’d never thought anything could be as beautiful as this place until he’d seen Charly.

“Is that building on the property?” She pointed to the cabin about a quarter mile away.

“Yes. In fact, we are about in the center of what is for sale.

“Who in the world would sell such a place? This needs to stay just like it is forever.” The awe in her tone was obvious. God, she actually understood what he’d discovered here long ago. This was his favorite spot on the entire planet. He’d only saddled up Joker and Majesty for this ride to get time alone with her. He’d packed a dinner for the two of them and planned on taking her to the vacant hunter’s cabin for the night. Now, Charly’s reaction to the land was opening up his eyes to how incredibly fantastic a woman she was.

“The Masters family owns this land and puts it up for sale every so often with a ridiculous price tag. I got my parents to make a run at it a few years back, but their offer wasn’t ever countered. The deal never gelled.”

“You’re not serious about me showing this to Michael, are you?”

“I wouldn’t have before today, but I’m rethinking my take on him. Do you think I should?”

Charly tilted her head to the side. God, the woman looked so sexy. After a bit of time, she nodded. “Maybe. How many acres are part of this listing?”

“Eight hundred sixty-two.”

“Let me think about whether or not we should tell Michael about this.”

Nate liked when she said “we,” which clearly included him and her together. “The only way I would even consider helping him get this for his project is if he would be respectful to this place.”

She nodded. “There can’t be any buildings here.”

“Right, pet.” He worried that there might come a day when some developers would take the Masters family up on their crazy sale price for the land. Once the transaction was complete, there would be nothing that could be done to save the pristine place. The profit motive would spoil the beauty he and Charly were surrounded by. If he could get the right investor with the right resources to see things his way, he might actually save the land he loved so much. Michael might be that man. “Now, if he wants to create an eco-friendly vacation for gays with tents and such, I’ll help him in any way I can.”

“That’s a wonderful idea, Nate. Maybe you should be the one working for him instead of me.”

“No way. I’m great in the saddle, not behind a desk. You hungry?”

She touched her stomach. “I am, but do we have time to eat? Shouldn’t we be getting back?”

Game on, Ms. Wynn. Nate dismounted. “Let me worry about when we head back. You worry about making your billionaire buddy get on board with our idea.” Holding Joker’s reins, he came over beside Majesty. “Ready to dismount?”

She didn’t answer, but was off the beast in a flash. “What’s on the menu, cowboy?”

He pulled her to him. Her little surprised gasp made his cock harden. “You’ll see, pet. You’ll see.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Nate stepped around and ahead of her. Heath followed behind. She thought that they were acting more like bodyguards than Doms. Perhaps the two roles were one and the same in the club.

As they came to the bottom of the stairs, she looked at the wooden door. It looked ancient and foreboding. Nate opened it and walked into the room beyond. She followed, though her fear began clawing at the back of her mind again as she scanned the room.

It was dimly lit. All the walls were black. There were all kinds of contraptions in the place, clearly meant to restrain subs. Several metal tables were covered with sexual toys, including vibrators, paddles, whips, cuffs, and more that she didn’t recognize. Her body began to warm, but her palms began to sweat. She could end this with a single word. They’d promised her that.

“That’s for you, sub.” Nate pointed to the center of the room to what looked to her to be a kind of bench, though it was oddly shaped, bending up in the middle.

Then it dawned on her. This was just like the bench that Drake and Dax had placed her on before. It was used to aid in spanking subs. Like me? She was trembling like a leaf. Then she heard someone cough behind her. She looked back at the door and realized there was a landing with seating above it. The audience! Her safe word rushed to her lips, but she bit it back. She couldn’t see any faces, thank God, but it was wickedly thrilling that they were here to see her.

Though her misgivings whispered in her head, she recalled how Nate had been with her on their ride together looking for land for Michael’s project and how tender he’d been with her at the cabin. This was just another side to him, and she wanted to experience it. She’d already discovered with his other brothers that exploring sexual fantasies called to her, especially this type of play. If things got to be too much, too difficult, she reminded herself that she had a safe word that could halt everything.

Nate slapped her ass, still barely covered by her panties. “Hook her up on the bench, Heath. I’ll choose a paddle.”

Heath led her to the bench and whispered in her ear. “You’re doing great, baby.”

“I’m very nervous,” she admitted.

“All part of it, little sub.” Heath rubbed her back with his rough fingertips. “You’ll love it. Nate is quite skilled at this.”

“What about you?”

“I know what I’m doing, too.” He guided her facedown on the bench. “I’m going to restrain you, Charly, with some cuffs on your wrists and ankles, okay?”

“Stop coddling her, Heath.” Nate stepped next to the bench, carrying a large black paddle. “You’re acting like a pussy instead of a Dom.”

“Keep talking like that and this pussy is going to kick your ass, bro.”

“That’s better. Now, let’s get our pet into subspace, shall we?”

“Yes.” Heath locked her onto the bench with the cuffs as he’d told her he would.

Suddenly, she realized what position they’d placed her in. My ass is pointed directly at the people watching from the landing. The thought sent a shiver up and down her spine. When Nate pulled her panties down to her ankles, that shiver became a nine on the earthquake Richter scale, heating every inch of her skin.

“Let’s get started,” Nate announced.

She curled her hands into fists, bracing herself for what was to come. Why was she trembling with desire already? Though Charly wanted to believe that having them slap her ass with the paddle and their hands would fix everything, she knew better. God help her, she still craved this moment of solace, quietness, and pleasure that they promised. She would let today’s worries wait for her to pick them up tomorrow. Tonight, she just wanted to feel.

“How many licks from the paddle are you going to give her?” Heath’s tone held a hint of concern, which pleased her very much.

“Bro, this sub is way too much in her head. Best to keep her guessing.”

“I don’t know about that. She seems present to me,” Heath argued.

“She’s here some, but most of her is juggling too many thoughts and doubts.” Nate feathered his mouth against her back. “Obey every word, sub. Understand?”

She nodded. The anticipation of what he was about to do to her ass sent a jolt through her.

“I can’t wait to turn her sweet ass into a pretty pink.” Nate touched the paddle to her ass. “Feel this, pet?”

It felt cool, smooth, and so very dangerous. She squeaked out, “Yes, Sir.”

She heard some whispers from the people watching, but instead of filling her with fear and shame, they ignited her flesh.

“You want it bad, sub. Excellent.” Nate tugged on her hair. “Try not to cry out, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” She was vibrating like a live wire of expectancy.

Nate swung the paddle, landing it on the middle of her ass. The sting the thing left caused her eyes to well up and her pussy to dampen. She chewed on her lip, which worked to keep her from crying out. Charly wasn’t sure how long she could hold back and obey his command, but she vowed to do her best to try.

“Good job, pet,” Nate praised, making her tingle with pride.

“Thank you, Sir.” Her hesitations began to melt away.

“Don’t get too relaxed, sub. We’re not done. You understand that?”

Trembling, she answered, “Yes, Sir.”

“Heath, you go a round.”

Out of the corner of her eyes, she watched Nate hand the paddle to him.

“You trust me, sweetheart?” Heath asked.

She nodded.

He kissed both of her ass cheeks, which made her pussy ache.