Jackson [Wolfe Brothers 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (5 page)

“So that’s what this is about.” He smirked at her. “Don’t worry about coming in tomorrow. Because of the shopping traffic, we’re only doing soup, salads, and sandwiches.”

“You mean you’re firing me?” She was aghast! Surely she could sue him over that.

“No, you’re not fired. You’re taking a couple of days off. On your day off, you’re going to pack a bag with enough clothes to last you for a few days. Screw that, I’ll pack you a bag.” His black eyes scanned her body. “You’re what—a size fourteen?”

“You can’t make me…”

“Bullshit. We’re going to take care of some misconceptions that you have. I’ve got a lot to do so that we can make this happen, so I’m going to leave you alone tonight.”

“Damn, that’s sweet of you. Who the hell invited you to stay here anyway? You’re presuming a hell of a lot of stuff.” She’d barely gotten the words out of her mouth before she found herself on top of the cabinet, perched precariously on the rim of the sink.

“I don’t presume anything, Onalee.” His hands caressed her arms before pulling them above her head until they were braced against the overhead cabinet. “You want me, and I’ve seen you watching Cal, too. You want the both of us, but you’re letting your own insecurities prevent you from getting what you really want.”

“And what do you think I really want?”

“We’ll be here tomorrow night to show you. You need to be ready to give us what we want.”

“And what do you two want?”

“Just you, Onalee.” He winked at her. “Just you.”

Jack had had a busy morning running around trying to find someone to cover the restaurant while they were gone. He had several friends that he trusted that were unemployed but in the business. They were willing.

From there, he and Caleb had gone shopping. Most of Onalee’s clothing was black and baggy, not a sexy look for their sexual nymph. An old girlfriend of Caleb’s had a boutique that catered to plus-sized women. He couldn’t wait to see her in the corset with her breasts bubbling over the red material.

“You got enough toys there?” Cal interrupted his train of thought.

“Yeah, I think so. Do you have enough rope?” Caleb loved to decorate their women with rope, binding them up for his pleasure.

“Yep. I also got a new toy.” He rubbed his permanent five-o’clock shadow as he grinned at Jackson. “I can’t wait to see her expression.”

“What did you get?”

“Oh, it’s going to be a surprise!”

“Then let’s ride.”

* * * *

Onalee was waiting for them but wasn’t sure what was really going on. She’d known both men long enough that she trusted them but was still a little hesitant to just do whatever the hell they wanted.

She packed a bag and some of her toiletries. She pulled her hair into a knot on top of her head and applied a light coating of cosmetics. After rifling through her wardrobe, she settled on a pair of jeans and a knit shirt that she didn’t usually wear because it hugged too many of her curves.

A knock on the door pulled her away from the television. She opened it to find not one, but two big hunks outside waiting for her. They barely gave her a chance to get out of the way before they barreled inside. Jackson and Caleb each placed a kiss on opposite corners of her mouth before Caleb spoke.

“Are you ready, darlin’?”

“Depends. Are you going to tell me what you’ve got planned?”

“Nope.” Jackson smiled down at her.

She flopped back down onto the sofa. “Then I guess I’ll see you two when I go back to work.” She smiled up at them sweetly, even though the sweetness didn’t reach her eyes. She watched them exchange a look between them before they turned to her.

“Your choice, honey.” Jackson pulled a black piece of material out of his pocket while Caleb pulled a piece of rope out from behind his back. They didn’t waste any time. She was blindfolded and tied up before she could blink. “I’ll carry her,” Jackson informed Caleb. “You lock up.”

“My bag!”

“You won’t need it, darlin’. We bought you some clothes that we want to see you in,” Caleb advised her. “Although, I do have to say, that shirt looks a lot better on you than most of the shit you try to hide your body with.”

“But…”

“If you don’t shut up, I’m going to gag you,” Jackson threatened her as he toted her down the stairs. “I’ve got a ball gag in the truck just waiting for you to suck on its red ball.”

“Fuck that, she can suck my red balls anytime.” Caleb laughed at his own joke, as did Jackson. She was too busy trying to figure out what the hell she had done wrong to end up in this predicament. It was a good thing that Ms. Dottie wasn’t there. She’d probably have tried to cop a feel or take her place.

Jackson gently placed her into the heated truck. They buckled everyone up inside and headed for Kansas City. Dallas, his youngest older brother, had loaned him the apartment above Hell’s Place. It had been turned into a private dungeon. Of course, there was a public dungeon in the basement if they wanted to explore that, too.

The men kept a steady conversation going between them as they gentled her with soft caresses. Their big hands caressed and stroked her softly, constantly roaming over her body but not touching her where she needed it. They kept her on edge as they would slowly rub up her thighs but stop just short of her cunt then slide back down to her knees.

By the time they reached the bar, she was ready to scream. She was afraid to talk for fear of having the gag put into place. She couldn’t see anything because of the blindfold, and her arms were getting a little stiff from being forced to hold their bound position. If one of them didn’t touch her pussy to give her some relief, she knew she’d go crazy.

“We’re here,” Jackson informed her as he shut off the truck. “Let’s get you inside so we can play.”

“Where are we?”

“If we wanted you to know, we would have told you, or at least left off the blindfold.” They led her up an outside set of stairs to the top floor. Jack unlocked the door and led her inside the dimly lit dungeon. Caleb shut the heavy door with a loud bang.

Both the rope and the blindfold were removed, and her mouth gaped as she glanced around the room. Holy hell! What was that X-shaped thing against the wall? There were chains hanging from the ceiling and hooks on the floor. Some kind of bench stood on the far side of the room near a medical table. A huge bed, or maybe it was two king-size beds placed together, dominated another wall.

“Close your mouth, honey.”

“Jackson, where on earth did you bring me?”

“It’s a dungeon where Cal and I plan to show you how much we appreciate your beauty, both inner and outer.” His hands whispered over her much in the same way his voice did.

She trembled, whether in anxiety or excitement, she wasn’t sure. “A dungeon?”

“Yes, Onalee, a dungeon. Do you have any experience in this realm?” Jack asked her while Caleb was setting things into order.

She licked her suddenly dry lips. “BDSM? No, not really.”

“Ménages?”

“No.” She shook her head as she tried to grasp the situation. Were they really going to use all the equipment on her? Would they tie her up and spank her? She didn’t see any floggers or whips, so she couldn’t imagine they would.

“I need you to think of a safe word in case you’re too uncomfortable with something we plan to do to you.” He tugged his shirt out of his pants and tossed it across the room. His naked, hairy chest had her drooling. “We may test limits you didn’t know you had, but we’d rather you use the safe word than freak out on us.”

Nodding her understanding, she thought for a couple of seconds. “Chef? Will that work?”

“That’s a great one, considering our industry. Do you know how to address your Doms, Onalee?” Caleb was back, shirtless as well. Golden-brown hair formed a diamond across his chest and narrowed down to disappear under the belt of his jeans. Tawny eyes held hers in their grip. “You will address us as sir or master. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she sighed. Oh, heaven help her, they were really going to do this…with her? It was like every naughty dream and fantasy she’d ever had. She waited eagerly to see what they would do next.

“Strip for us,” Jack commanded.

“Slowly,” Caleb added.

She was ready to end it right then and there. Naked under the watchful gazes of two gorgeous men? The very idea had her ready to leave. As she watched them, she noticed that they didn’t seem to find the situation humorous at all. Their gazes were lusty, as if they actually wanted to see her naked.

She kicked off her shoes and socks. That part was easy, she thought with a smile. Shaking hands unfastened the buttons on her jeans, and she wiggled them off slowly then tossed them onto her shoes. Her shirt covered her from her neck to her bottom. She hesitated.

“Now, Onalee. You’re doing wonderful.”

“Yeah, I want to see those luscious tits. I”—Caleb nodded to his friend—“didn’t get a sneak peek like Jackson did.”

Their eyes were making her hot. She slowly raised the shirt up over her generous hips then yanked it off and tossed it on top of her jeans. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra but didn’t take it off. Her eyes locked on them as she gradually slid her arms out of the straps but left the cups in place.

“Dammit, Onalee. Take it off,” Caleb demanded as he stepped closer to her, ready and willing to help her if he needed to.

She let the bra slither to the ground as her naturally large breasts swung forward. While big, her breasts were still perky. Her nipples were hard enough to cut steel right now. Her fingers edged under the strings on each side of her thong, and after she eased it off of her hips, it fluttered to the floor. She closed her eyes, embarrassed by her nudity.

“You’re so beautiful.” She wasn’t sure which one spoke, but she thought it was Caleb. Both men were walking around her, checking her for flaws, she assumed. Strong arms wrapped around her, and large hands cupped her breasts. Lean fingers gently stroked her nipples as Caleb came closer. His lips attached to one of the hard tips. Hot suction went straight to her clit.

“Let me move her to the bed,” Jackson whispered before he lifted her up into his arms. His steps were quick and sure before he gently laid her down. Each man crawled in beside her. A mouth attached to each nipple. Her cry caught in her throat as her hands clasped their heads closer. Teeth nibbled and tongues flicked over and over again.

Jackson moved first as his hand cupped the back of her head, and his tongue traced her upper then lower lip. He teased her into opening her mouth for him then pushed his tongue into her mouth. He provoked her, rubbing and encouraging her to respond to his kisses.

While he was kissing her, Caleb was moving down her body. He spread her legs apart so that her wet cunt was open to him. “Oh darlin’, you’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” She heard him speak but didn’t respond. “I can’t wait to eat you up.” He slid a digit through her wet flesh. He pulled his wet finger into his mouth and sucked her juices off of it, moaning as he tasted her. Not content with that little taste, he ran his tongue down the crease between her legs. His tongue swept across her clit before delving deep into her vagina.

“Watch him, Onalee. Watch him lick and suck our pussy,” Jackson ordered her as he watched his friend pleasure her. He lifted one of her legs for his friend, keeping her spread open for him. Caleb’s eyes held hers as he stuck out his tongue and ran it up her cunt. He pushed the hood back from her clit and sucked the hard little nub into his mouth.

She screamed as she came for them. Her body taut, her fingers gripped the sheets in fisted hands. They cooed and praised her while they allowed her body to calm. She opened her eyes to watch them. Each man had his own cock in hand and was stroking his own erection. As in her dream, they were both big, but Jackson was a few inches bigger.

She reached for their cocks, stroking each one. “You boys didn’t seem to get much out of that, but thanks for making me feel so good.”

“We can fix that now, honey. Open up for Cal and let him fuck your pretty mouth while I taste that pussy.” Both men moved until Caleb was at her head and Jackson was between her legs.

She stared up at Caleb as he held his cock out for her. She’d only done this once before, and he’d been a hell of a lot smaller than Caleb. She licked her lips then swiped her tongue across his crown.

“That’s it, baby, lick my cock.” Caleb sounded a little hoarse as he gave her orders. She moaned as Jackson pushed a finger deep inside her pussy. At the same time, Caleb was thrusting his cockhead into her mouth. Caleb and Jackson timed their strokes so they both entered her at the same time. Each moan from Jackson’s handiwork reverberated onto Caleb’s cock.

As he pushed another finger into her cunt, Jackson watched her suck his friend’s cock. “Honey”—he was breathing roughly—“how much experience do you have?” Caleb pulled his cock out of her mouth.

“Um, does it really matter?”

“I need to know how careful I need to be, Onalee.” He lifted her pelvis before Caleb tossed him a condom. He ripped open the package then slowly worked the sheath down his tool.

“Um, just once.”