Her Cowboy Doms(52)

Yet had they ever told her that they loved her? They’d intimated at it, though, hadn’t they? Or was their relationship solely based on their Dom/s situation? Had she ever told them that she loved them? God knew she’d thought it a hundred times, but had she ever said the words?

Although she knew it was useless to try, her tongue pushed at the ball gag, wanting it out of the way so she could tell them how much she loved them. She wanted to thank them for how they’d changed her life.

Reaching out, she tried to touch them, to try and express how she felt. But then they took her arms and forced them in front of her. Soft material wrapped around her wrists, binding them together in front of her body.

Taking hold of her, they led her forward several feet until she felt the bedspread on the front of her legs. They turned her around, then pushed on her shoulders to make her sit. She moaned, hoping she knew what would come next.

When they spread her legs apart, she whimpered with need. She moaned again, thinking the muffled sound alone would tell them how much she wanted them to suck on her clit. Yet instead of one of their mouths or tongues on her, an odd sensation slid over her foot. Was it a brush? She assumed it was either only the tip of one or a small brush. With her sight, hearing, and taste gone, her sense of touch and smell heightened. She concentrated, trying to figure out exactly what it was.

Was it a toothbrush? The size and texture of it made sense. She wouldn’t have thought the bristles of a toothbrush would be anything special, but the texture against her flesh had her pussy getting wet. The bristles slid around her ankle then inched their way up leg and her inner thigh. Maybe it was the newness of the feeling or the light way it tickled her skin that had her quivering with need. She didn’t know, but it was more sensual than she could’ve imagined. The toothbrush kept going, making a trail around first one then the other nipple, until coming to her shoulder and going away.

A hand skimmed over her other leg, and unlike the toothbrush, a mouth followed its course. Someone pushed her until her back was on the bed.

When a mouth enclosed over her clit, she let out a yelp, but doubted that the sound was very loud. Again, frustration hit her, but she wouldn’t have changed it. Her body trembled as a hand cupped her breast, at the same moment that fingers entered her sheath.

Someone sucked on her nipple, then twisted her other one until she moaned in pain. As usual with her two Doms, the pain came and went, transforming into a pleasurable throbbing.

Fingers were thrust into her pussy, harder and harder, rocking her up and down over the comforter. His tongue toyed with her clit, circling around it, then pressing against it. He added another finger, then captured her tender nub between his teeth, lashing the tip of it with his tongue.

Her body responded, tightening around his fingers, trembling under their caresses. She writhed, at once desiring more pain, more delicious torture, and needing to escape the intensity of what they were doing to her.

Georgia felt the loss of thought growing closer. She was already soaring to new heights, heights that would take her into the clouds to explode in a rain of her juices.

Please. Fuck me. I need your cocks inside me.

But her silent plea went unspoken.

All of a sudden, one of them took her by the arms and tugged her toward what she assumed was the head of the bed. He tugged on her arms, pulling them upward. The bed dipped under his movements, then with the other man’s. When he turned her arms loose, she jerked on them and realized that he’d tied her arms so they’d stay over her head.

She kicked out, not to hurt but to find out where they were. A hand held her head to the side, took out the earplug, then turned her head the other way and took out the other.

“Easy, baby. Is everything all right? Shake your head if you want to stop.”

The sound of Paul’s voice was like an explosion to her deprived eardrums. She didn’t move, answering him in the only way she could.

“Good, sugar.” Destin’s warm breath was against her ear. “Tell us how this feels.”

She inhaled as something cold rested on top of her nipples. The cold was unbearable at first, and she almost shook her head. Then as the ice cubes melted, chill turned to warmth.

“Do you like it, sugar? If you do, then wiggle your boobs.”

She worked her shoulders, making her breasts bounce. The remaining bits of ice slithered down between her breasts. The air from the air conditioner made her shiver as it drifted over the melting ice cubes. Her pussy clenched then released, spilling more of her juices.

When one of them placed his naked body on top of hers, she yanked at her bindings, determined to get free. But the cuffs, although not painful to her wrists, held her tight.