Two Cowboys To Protect Her by Lacey Davis
Chapter 14
Well, damn! Rena knew the moment she said the words, the glances they gave her, told her they were upset. But a spanking? An honest to goodness punishment. She liked it when they were making her excited by hitting her pussy or her buttocks lightly, but somehow she feared this was going to be worse.
For a moment, she sank down onto the bed. Why were they going to ruin what they had together? Why would they hurt her because she had expressed her opinion? This could be a problem in their marriage if every time she disagreed they punished her. Nothing would stop her from expression her opinion. She was going to speak her mind.
Suddenly they were in the doorway and she had not removed her dress.
“You haven’t taken your dress off,” Harley said in an angry tone. “That’s another strike.”
“No, I wanted to understand what I’ve done that is so bad,” she said. “All I did was tell you that I don’t want to go to their house.”
Why could they not understand that a woman’s work was never done and there was so much she needed to do to make this place a good home for her men.
“All we ask of you is to obey us,” Clayton said. “You are our wife and your safety is our concern. We want to make certain you are well taken care of. Tomorrow, we both need to be searching for this outlaw. If you stay with Lillian, we will be certain of your safety,” Clayton said.
Well darn! They were thinking of her safety and she was thinking of their comfort.
The expression on Harley’s face was not good. And she knew she had crossed the line.
“Because I said so,” Harley told her.
“If you’re home alone, we’ll not be concentrating on our jobs and that puts us in danger. We need to know you are safe while we hunt for this killer,” Clayton said.
That was not how she planned on spending her day, but it appeared that her husbands were worried about her safety. And she never wanted to be the distraction that caused one of them to be harmed or killed. She had no choice but to do what they asked of her.
The two men stood staring at her.
“All right, I’ll go,” she said. “But I would prefer not to receive a spanking.”
“Take your dress off or I’m going to rip it off you,” Clayton commanded, and she knew they were losing patience with her.
With a sigh, she stood and began to unbuttoned the front of her dress. Slowly she removed it, not wanting this to happen too quickly. Since they didn’t allow her to wear underwear, there was no way she could drag this out. The muslin dropped to the floor and she stood naked before them.
Harley sank down on the bed. “Over my lap.”
“You’re not going to hurt me?”
“We will never harm you, but you will be punished,” Clayton said. “Punishment never feels good.”
With a sigh, she lay across Harley’s lap. Her stomach over his legs.
“What are you being punished for?”
“Not wanting to do what you asked me to do,” she said.
“Also for disagreeing with us in front of a guest,” Harley said.
His palm connected with her ass.
Slap!
“Count,” he told her.
“One,” she said, determined not to cry, though her buttocks stung and it was only the first one. “How many are you going to give me?”
“That’s for me to decide. You will accept however many I give you,” he told her.
That didn’t sound good.
Slap!
“Two,” she said, gritting her teeth as warmth spread across her upturned cheeks.
Smack!
“Three,” she groaned.
Slap!
“Four,” she said, trying not to think about the pain that now radiated from her buttocks.
Smack!
For a moment, she had to catch her breath when the pain became intense.
“Five,” she gasped, tears flowing down her cheeks. At this moment, she almost hated him for what he was doing to her.
Harley rubbed his hand over her buttocks in a soothing way.
“Next time, obey us and we won’t have to do this again,” Clayton said, gripping her pussy and stroking her clit.
Heat seemed to expand from her buttocks all the way up through her body, making her limp. Why was she feeling this way? Why did she want them when they had just spanked her hard? Even now, her buttocks were enflamed with heat.
Harley raised her off his lap and laid her on the bed. She watched as he began to remove his clothes. They were going to fuck her. Even after punishing her. That didn’t seem fair. She didn’t want them and yet, she did.
Tears pooled in her eyes.
“What’s wrong, honey,” he asked.
“You hurt me,” she said. “My buttocks hurt.”
“And now we’re going to make you feel better,” Clayton said. “Don’t cry. It’s only because we care about you and want you to be safe. We don’t like punishing you.”
“Yes, you do,” she said with a sniff.
Clayton removed his clothes and then crawled up on the bed and took her in his arms. “If something happened to you, we would feel like it was our fault for not protecting you.”
“You are very headstrong,” Harley told her. “You’re used to doing things your way. Now it’s going to be our way.”
“But what if I object. Don’t I get a say?”
“Of course, you do,” Clayton said. “We’ll listen to your wants and needs, but then we will have the final decision.”
Part of her wanted to scream in frustration at the idea of surrendering everything to them. She was, after all, a human being with wants and needs.
“Just realize that when I want something, I’m going to fight for it,” she told them. “I wanted a day to work around the house. Be alone. Make this into a home where my men were comfortable.”
They smiled at her.
“You’re tired of us already?” Harley asked.
There were so many feelings rushing up inside of her. “No, but I haven’t had a day to myself to work in the house in a long time. It just sounded so nice.”
“And you’ll have one, just as soon as we catch these criminals,” Clayton assured her, kissing her cheek. His lips wound their way down her neck. Tingles started in her center and spun their way back up her spine.
“Are you still mad at us,” Harley asked as his fingers found her center and he began to tweak her clit.
She sniffed. “A little. My cheeks are burning.”
“Let me make them better,” Clayton said as he flipped her over onto her stomach.
She felt his hands massaging her cheeks and then his mouth was on her buttocks as he kissed her white orbs before his lips found her little rosebud.
“Aw, darling, I can’t wait to take you here,” he said as he twirled the butt plug inside her, sending waves of heat undulating through her body. She gasped at the sensations that were flooding her. A moan escaped.
“Open your mouth, Rena,” Harley said.
Flicking her eyes upward, she glanced up to see his cock right in front of her face. He wanted her to put it in her mouth just like she’d seen the whore do. What would it feel like? Taste like?
With a swipe of her tongue over her lips, she opened her mouth and he put his cock on her mouth. Gradually he pushed it inside.
“Suck and lick it,” he told her.
As she tried to concentrate on the large growing member in her mouth, Clayton continued to stimulate her from behind. It was hard to think straight when he had his fingers shoved inside her pussy, thumping on the butt plug that impaled her.
The ache disappeared from her buttocks and was replaced with a growing need for someone to stick their cock inside her.
With her hand, she pulled Harley’s cock from her mouth.
“Clayton, please,” she cried.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“Put your cock in me. Fuck me,” she said and realized that the whore had used the same words and now she understood why. Now she was the one crying out in desperation for them to satisfy this want inside her.
Knowing that she wanted to please Harley, she put his cock back in and began to suck even harder.
“Damn, Rena, for a first timer, you know how to suck a man’s cock,” he said and shoved it in farther.
Her throat seemed to open and she could feel his cock down inside and she had to fight to keep from gagging.
“That’s it, honey,” he crooned to her. “Keep sucking. I’m about to come and I’m going to fill your mouth with my come. Swallow it.”
Harley shoved his cock deeper still and she felt her throat flooded with his come. He gave a final shove, holding her mouth to his crotch and then he was pulling out of her throat.
“Good job,” he said as he reached down and kissed her on the mouth, his tongue swirling inside.
Needing air, she pulled back and gasped. “Clayton, please, I want to come.”
“Not yet,” he told her. “Don’t come unless you want me to spank your pussy.”
Now that didn’t sound bad. But she held back, fighting to control the urge to let go and come. Suddenly she felt his cock sliding into her pussy as she clenched onto him, wanting him deeper.
“Oh, yes,” she said.
A rhythm began to build between them as he shoved his cock in her and she slid back to meet him partway.
Just when she was about to come. He stopped.
“No,” she cried.
“Are you still mad at us,” he asked.
“I’m going to be furious if you don’t finish fucking me,” she said.
Slap! His hand landed on her pussy and it just made her need even greater.
“Beg me,” he told her.
What did he want her to say? A craving unlike anything she’d ever felt before filled her and she only wanted his cock buried inside her.
“Take me. Make me yours. Fuck me deep and hard,” she gasped.
Lifting her hips, he held her as he fucked her hard and deep, just like she requested, and she met every thrust squeezing his cock.
Gasping, he slapped her lightly on the buttocks. “You may come anytime.”
And she did. Clenching down onto his cock, she screamed as the orgasm took her and carried her away. She gasped as she felt his seed coat the walls of her pussy. As she drifted down to earth, she couldn’t help but wonder how it could get any better.
Even when she was angry with them, they still made her feel so very good.
