Acres, Natalie - Cowboy Boots and Unsettled Debts [Cowboy Boots 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (4 page)

Submission, hell. What she was watching bordered along the lines of a Dom-slave relationship.

Abby ducked behind the full bushes right outside the large bay window. She pressed her fingertips against her moistened lips and attempted to steady her breathing.

Was she invading the Donovans’ privacy? No, she decided. The Donovan brothers were known to take Sydney out of town to feed her apparent need for exhibitionism.

From what she’d heard, a good number of operatives had watched the group frolicking. Hard-core fucking was more like it.
Okay, making love.

One unit in particular ran across the Donovans at an Amsterdam club, observing them as they used play equipment in a public forum. When Jett Donovan spotted them, he told them to grab a drink, get a bucket of popcorn, and enjoy the show.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel like an intruder.

Then again, Brock knew Abby’s unit was due to tour the grounds. He’d invited them to their Southwest Virginia compound. Come to think of it, when he’d left a message on her cell, he’d specifically said, “Sydney and I have a little surprise for you, darlin’, something you don’t want to miss. Do yourself a favor and arrive early.”

She was thinking cheese and wine. Hot dogs with all the trimmings had been the last thing on her mind.

Perhaps she’d been in the business too long. If she’d learn to relax, maybe she’d better enjoy delicious surprises.

Using the windowsill, she hoisted herself up and narrowed her gaze on the unfolding acts. Well, here she was, the early bird catching the worm.

Brock realized she’d make an appearance before the others reported for duty. Her team was always late. The guys surveyed the outskirts of all meeting locations prior to showing their handsome faces. Call them paranoid or well prepared.

In this particular case, Abby considered what their thoroughness cost them. They were missing a truly enjoyable explicit presentation.

Obviously, Brock wanted her to find the Donovan clan exactly as she’d discovered them. He’d arranged this. The question was…why?

She swallowed the large lump in her throat as the Donovans lured their woman, tempting Sydney with their long, stout cocks. Sydney’s tongue swiped over her full, pouty lips as she pursued them.

Maybe Brock thought a peek show would prepare her for the assignment ahead, or perhaps he took every opportunity to show the world how much the Donovan men loved their woman.

No, this kind of demonstration must’ve been about training.

Abby looked on as the group became entangled. Her nipples spiked as Sydney Donovan crawled across the carpet, inching her way toward her men. What she’d give to have someone watch her with such intense and noticeable admiration.

The Donovan brothers cherished and loved Sydney. Their expressions told the story. They were hopelessly devoted to their woman.

Abby closed her eyes. She imagined what it might be like to find herself at the core of such an activity. Her mind traveled. Vivid images flashed through her head as she considered the men she’d want in her bed.

This was crazy, truly insane. She balled her fist and started to knock on the window, if for no other reason than to alert the Donovans of her presence there.

Instead, she dropped her arm and focused on Sydney’s attire. A provocative outfit like what the Donovan woman wore wasn’t apparel typically found hanging from a department-store sale rack.

Sydney sported a fitted dress with an open black leather bodice which exposed her breasts and vagina. Adorning her neck, an unusual leather choker with five jeweled padlocks proved symbolic. Five locks to represent each Donovan commitment. Imagine the ingenuity.

That gadget must’ve been Brock’s idea. The domineering fucker probably coded the exquisite ornament so Sydney would require assistance if she ever wanted to remove her little neckband.

Abby tilted her head and studied the way Sydney approached her men. She wondered if the Donovans were in the process of punishing their submissive for bad behavior.

Abby had been reading up on Domination and submission, trying to get a good grasp on what to expect. She’d learned about punishments and rewards, but as her body responded to the visual before her, she quickly ascertained some forms of punishment were enjoyed by all.

Sydney crept toward Jett. Once considered a ladies’ man, Jett was a hardcore operative with plenty of junk in the front, literally and figuratively speaking.

Abby should’ve been ashamed to stand there and gape. She could’ve rung the bell or perhaps toured the property without the fellows. Instead, she was too curious and, admittedly, far too interested in BDSM, to turn away. She’d think of this moment as a learning experience.

A smile tugged at her lips. Women needed to gain their knowledge somewhere.

Sydney
kissed the tip of Jett’s cock. She ran her tongue up and down the swollen shaft before deserting him. Then she redirected her focus. Luke earned her full attention.

Abby gasped as soon as the two lovers connected. Luke Donovan. He sure was a pretty thing. The chemistry between Luke and Sydney sizzled. Observing the two of them together was like witnessing a new love affair. Surely that kind of spontaneous energy didn’t last forever. Then again, Sydney and the Donovan brothers had been together for several years.

Luke dragged his dick back and forth over Sydney’s lips, and she consumed him, teasing him for just a fraction of a second before scooting by him and pursuing the next Donovan—Riley—the one Donovan Abby would’ve liked to have fucked prior to…well, prior to several events and numerous introductions.

She wasn’t about to start fantasizing about her guys now. There’d be time for that later. Right now, she needed to focus. If this group left their window open then apparently they didn’t mind spectators.

The guilt was gone. What better way to gain an education than to watch a few lovers play?

A car door slammed in the distance, and Abby ducked. Shit! Someone was coming. That was all she needed. She could hear her guys taunting her now.

Cupping her ear, she heard Brantley say, “Her car is down by the barn. Let’s check there first. Maybe Brock and the others have already started showing her around.”

Abby remained out of sight until three voices faded away. Apparently only Brantley, Fowler, and Ace made the trip, unless the other two were catching up with them later or perhaps, didn’t have a lot to say. Right. Like that would happen.

Placing her palms flat on the elevated porch, she pulled herself up and came out of hiding. About that time, an incredible amount of sensual noises filled the air. She couldn’t help but take notice of the activities on the other side of the cracked window.

Holy sweet hell!

Abby rose. She stood there watching as if they couldn’t see her, as if they’d given her permission to view them.

Kevin was underneath
Sydney
, fucking her ass like he’d done it a thousand and one times. His large hands cupped her breasts as if he used them for balance. Occasionally he caressed her, plucking her clamped nipples with his fingers as he stroked her from behind.

Riley was on top just going after it. His hard buns clenched as he entered her. He gripped Kevin’s shoulder as he pushed his thick erection inside her.

Riley and Sydney were speaking to one another, whispering intimate words, something Abby longed to hear.

Seconds later, Brock’s thick wedge of flesh was locked inside Sydney’s mouth. He looked down on her with the most adoring eyes Abby had ever seen.

This kind of loving was an act to emulate. She wanted a similar relationship of her own.

As their strokes quickened, Abby’s breasts felt heavier. Her folds were slick and damp. Her pussy clenched, but there was no cock there to seize. She looked down at her chest, noticing the beaded diamond shapes pressing through her thin shirt.

She needed her nipples clamped. She wanted her ass impaled, her pussy fucked. More than anything else, she wanted to know what it felt like to be an object of sexual obsession first inspired by true love.

As her mouth fell open and her arousal spun out of control, Abby’s eyelids grew heavy. The carnal exploits continued. Hand jobs were given. Blow jobs were issued. And the fucking was like nothing she’d ever imagined.

Sydney
was one lucky woman. Or was she?

As they groped, teased, and fucked,
Sydney
begged. They let her grovel. They seemed to take her right to the brink of an orgasm. Then, they’d switch positions, and leave her body writhing under theirs as they issued all sorts of promises, oaths Abby had yet to see them fulfill.

“What the hell are you doing?” Brantley asked, his voice pitched in an alarming tone.

Abby jerked. Her pulse raced. Dear God, she was caught like a bunny in a trap.

“Well?” he pressed, walking toward her.

“I was uh…looking for you.” She made a lame excuse, immediately aware of the rush of activity in her peripheral. Fantastic. Thanks to her voyeurism,
they
were busted. She’d never hear the end of this.

“Since when do you stutter and stammer?” Ace asked, looking down the bridge of his nose. He used Brantley’s shoulder for leverage, stood on his tiptoes, and stared straight ahead. “Damn, son. Look at what Donovans get to enjoy!”

Fowler hurried toward them, apparently hoping to catch a glimpse of public exhibitionism, too. Brantley grabbed Ace by the arm. “Come on. If Donovan sees us, we’re in some shit.”

“Donovan did see you,” Brock informed them, walking out on the porch. Bare-chested and dressed only in denim jeans, Brock didn’t welcome them with a smile. “The men weren’t invited to watch.” He focused on her. “You, however, were a different story. Did you learn enough?”

Abby gulped. “You knew I was here?”

Brock snarled. “You were late. If you’d been on time, you would’ve seen the spankings, heard the cries for more, listened to
Sydney
beg for her punishment, and seen the kind of tools a Dom often uses when he trains his sub. Instead, you only saw the loving.” His hooded eyes were filled with the aftermath of sex. The lust was still there, the intense longing evident. Brock Donovan was an interrupted man.

If Abby spared a guess, he was the one Donovan who didn’t get his rocks off. He was too worried about her observing what she needed to see in order to gain an education. “Did Sydney realize I was out here?”

“She knew
you
were.” His eyes met Ace’s. “I believe Abby has been properly introduced to the lifestyle.”

Ace growled. “I’m glad to hear that.” He started at her ankles, and his gaze worked over her like a slow-moving train, gliding uphill on a rail headed somewhere.

What she’d give to waggle her caboose at the conductor.
All aboard!

“There’s nothing I appreciate more than a willing and informed sub,” Ace added.

Abby felt her skin heat. Ace’s guttural response made her delirious. She ached for his touch, for his hand and fingers soothing that internal burn.

“You weren’t supposed to indulge,” Brock told them.

Fowler didn’t apologize. Instead, he said, “Way I see it, you should’ve finished before we got here. It’s five after six. We got stuck in traffic. You got tied up with your woman. None of us meant for any of this to happen.”

“Next time you take center stage, find out who you have in your audience or else shut the curtain,” Ace suggested.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Brock said, studying Abby as if he could see straight through her, as if he knew beyond reasonable doubt what she was thinking.

Brock was so cocky she couldn’t figure him out. Still, she had her suspicions about his motives. His shenanigans weren’t just for her benefit and training purposes. Oh no, he wanted to see how she reacted in front of the team. Either that or he really thought he’d provided a service.

The Donovans introduced her to Domination and submission, not to mention exhibitionism which she now believed she might thoroughly appreciate.

She shot Ace a quick glance.

Might? Right. She’d pay money to drag Ace, Brantley, Fowler, and a few others straight into the throes of passion on public display.

Why didn’t Donovan and company just toss her a video? If Brock thought she had a thing for the men in her division, it might have been more effective, and far more gratifying, if he’d insisted she practice techniques with the boys.

Immediately, her gaze met Brantley’s. Then Fowler’s…and then Ace’s once again. Damn. What she’d give to escort them to the barn and experiment.

Hell. That was the only way to describe what she was feeling. Pure hell.

She’d watched the most exquisite sexual performance. She enjoyed a good view of the Donovans as they screwed Sydney without reservations. They’d deliberately withheld her orgasm like they alone could dictate when she had a right to come, when they felt she’d earned the chance to take that delicious ride and grab on to her share of satisfaction.

Whew. What a trip. She’d felt the energy, that hotness between them, and now she wanted a piece of the action for herself.