Her Cowboy Doms(40)

She was theirs, connected to them by more than their physical joining. Her heart was filled with so much love, she was sure it would split apart. They picked up pace, leaving her breathless and barely able to stay on her hands and feet.

The slaps Master Paul added as he groaned into her sent the raging fire inside her racing outward from her pussy to claim the rest of her body. Her abdomen tightened, closing in on itself, readying her to shoot toward the moon above. Emotions overwhelmed her, becoming so powerful that tears ran down her cheeks. And yet, as difficult as the emotions were to understand, she wouldn’t have wished them gone.

“Get ready.” Master Destin’s eyes glittered with unbridled lust.

Or was it something else? Was it love?

She cried out, not only at the intensity of her feelings, but at the possibility of theirs.

Master Paul leaned over her, putting his cock at a different position that gave her an even more explosive sensation, then nibbled at the tender skin of her waist. “Now, baby. Turn it loose now.”

“Go, Georgia. We want you to come first,” shouted Master Destin.

With their permission, she dropped to her elbows, her hair falling to hide her view, and let her climax free. Cream flooded from her as her body shook, her pussy and asshole clenching then releasing. Sparks lit up the darkness behind her closed eyes as the joyous release swamped over her. With her body still shuddering, the two men who had taken control of her and given her so much roared their releases.





Chapter Seven




Georgia’s emotions swamped her like a catharsis of immense proportions. Her tears still came, her heart pounded, and for the first time, she was mortified. She was laid out, more vulnerable than she’d ever been, undressed in a way that had nothing to do with her lack of clothing.

“I’m sorry.”

Master Paul pushed his body from hers but took her along with him. Lifting her as though she weighed nothing, he swept her up into his arms. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about a thing. We should’ve warned you. Sometimes giving yourself over to another person, doing what we did, especially in front of others, brings up a lot of strong feelings.”

Master Destin brushed a hand over her hair as he stayed in step with Master Paul. Instead of going back into the club, he carried her into the house through a side door.

Her strength was gone. She couldn’t do anything more than lay her head against his chest and rest her palm against his heart. Listening to the rhythmic beat, she wondered if his heart was beating faster than normal. Hers was like a bass drum, one hard beat followed by a softer one.

She closed her eyes, exhaustion taking her, as Master Paul climbed the stairs to the second story. He whispered soft words to her, telling her that they would take care of everything. She opened her eyes when Master Destin pushed open the door to her bedroom. Instead of putting her on the bed, he took her into the adjoining bathroom.

She’d already admired the bathroom with its clean granite countertops and white tiled floor and amazing shower. Again Master Destin played doorman, this time with the shower door. Master Paul stepped inside, then put her on her feet.

Do they want to have sex again?

She wanted to please them, wanted to feel their cocks inside her again, but knew she didn’t have enough energy. She needn’t have worried.

“Sit down, baby.” He lowered her onto the built-in shower seat. “Just relax.”

Master Destin joined them in the huge shower, then punched several buttons on the shower’s control system and turned the faucet on. He tested the water, and once it was to the right temperature, he took one of the removable showerheads and pointed it at her.

The water cocooned her in a soothing spray that gave her body no choice but to relax. She rested her back against the wall and simply watched as they took a soap sponge each, poured liquid body wash on them, then bent to run the soft material over her body.

“No. Please. You shouldn’t have to do this.” A fresh wave of tears blurred her vision.

Master Paul took her by the chin, his gaze fixing onto hers even as Master Destin continued to wash her. “Hush. Do as your masters say.”

“Yes, sir.” She sighed, then closed her eyes. When had anyone treated her with such tenderness? The sex had been wonderful, but the sensation of them washing her felt just as amazing. Before she knew it, she was jerking her head up and trying to stay awake.

Georgia wasn’t sure what happened after that. Her mind wasn’t working well, sleep taking her even as she fought against it. Water rinsed away the soap. Then the men supported her as they helped her out of the shower. Master Destin held her back against his hard chest as Master Paul dried her off with a fluffy, white towel.