Playing for Satisfaction [Satisfaction Texas 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 5

  “Is your membership still active?”

  “Yes…”

  “Great. I’ve been dying to try out the new spanking bench that Micah just acquired. It was custom created by Xander Cahill. It’s a beautiful piece of equipment. Unless of course, the mayor has suddenly become too shy to play in public. We can go back to your place, if you prefer.”

  She’d never expected him to actually take her up on her suggestion, but twenty minutes later she was naked and strapped down and he was reddening her ass first with his hand and then with a series of floggers.

  She’d even let her put a collar on her when they played. She’d been reluctant, but when she finally let him put the collar around her neck, she realized she liked how it felt. It made their relationship feel real and she always felt like something was missing when he removed it.

  She finally realized been hesitant to take the next step because part of her still felt married, but slowly she’d grown to trust Ren. She really liked him, she realized, even if he held some really dumb opinions. She wasn’t ready for love, though, but she was ready to add sex to their relationship. She liked the fact that he hadn’t pushed to put sex on the table, but once she suggested modifying their arrangement, he agreed with ego-gratifying eagerness.

  They were both busy people and couldn’t spend a lot of time together, but when they did, she enjoyed being with him both in and out of the playroom and the bedroom. He stimulated her intellectually as well as physically and life was good. Neither of them was lovey-dovey. They enjoyed playing together and they enjoyed sex. Neither of them was interested in PDA and they were discreet about their relationship.

  The first time they had sex, it was so explosive that a part of Ellie regretted waiting so long. Another part of her realized that maybe the waiting had made it even better. They went to Ren’s place that night. The anticipation she felt was so high it was almost she was a teenager again and anticipating losing her virginity to the math whiz from a nearby college.

  He had made such tender love to her that she was ready to cry by the time he finally entered her. And when she came, she did weep with the sheer joy and beauty of the act. He’d paused, thinking he was hurting her, but she’d kissed him fiercely and pushed him down so she could ride him and show him just what she was feeling. They made love three times that night and fucked twice. It was perfect.

  But it didn’t change their relationship outside the bedroom.

  They weren’t serious or exclusive or anything, not that she was currently seeing anyone else. She didn’t know if Ren was dating anyone else. She didn’t think he was, but she purposefully didn’t ask. She cared for Ren and she was finally ready to move their relationship along, maybe even give him a key to her home. The only thing holding her back was that she wasn’t sure where he saw their relationship going. She didn’t want to push him for something he wasn’t ready for and cause him to break things off. If he didn’t feel comfortable spending the night with her or having her spend the night with him, she could life with that for now.

  She’d decided to relax and enjoy things. The conversation would come in its own time, and when it did, she would be ready for it.

  * * * *

  And wouldn’t you know it. She just found Ren, a man she trusted enough to submit to and consider a relationship with, and Bram shows up. It’s like he had some kind of internal radar. Oh, Ellie’s thinking of getting serious with a man again. I’d better come back and ruin her life again.

  Frowning, she raised her hand and slapped Bram hard again. How dare he think he could just walk right back into her life again like four years hadn’t passed, like he hadn’t had their marriage annulled and broken her heart.

  Her hand hurt, but it still felt good. She raised her hand to repeat the action, but this time he reached out a big hand and restrained her.

  “That’s twice. One more and I’m turning you over my lap and giving you the spanking you deserve.”

  “You and what army? Besides, you left me. I’m the injured party. You left me. You annulled our marriage.”

  “Damn it, of course I did. What did you expect me to do? You sent me the rings back. Of course I was angry. Hell, I was furious. I was hurt. But I’ve had more than three years to think about it. I’ve decided that I reacted hastily. I should have understood and been more sympathetic. But that’s all water under the bridge. You are my wife and I want us to start over.”

  “Did you get hit on your head while you were in the Middle East? Maybe it’s dehydration or something, but I haven’t been your wife for years.” She frowned. “And I didn’t send you back the rings. You took them with you when you left me.”

  “Did not!”

  “Did, too!”

  “Now you are the one who’s lost her mind. I had been going back and forth on breaking my contact and coming back and begging you to take me back when the rings arrived by courier. I marched down to the lawyer’s office and filed the papers the same day.”

  “For the last time, I never sent the damned rings. You took them when you left me, remember? Hell, I was getting ready to quit my job and follow you out when I got the papers in the mail. I was devastated.”

  “Yeah, right. Now who is revising history?”

  “You’ve spent too much time in the desert sun. Let me feel your forehead. I think you have heatstroke or something.”

  “Angel, you do care!”

  He tried to pull her in for a kiss but Ellie was too quick for him, dodging to her left. But then her heel snapped and she started to fall.

  Bram smirked and reached out to pull her back into his arms.

  “Come on, honey. We’ve got a lot of years to make up for!”

  She pulled back out of his grip, forgetting she was on a step, and fell hard onto her butt as he let go.

  “Ow!”

  Immediately, he rushed to her side, sitting down on the step beside her and pulling her into his lap. One big hand massaged her ass, squeezing gently. For a few moments, she allowed herself to enjoy the feeling of his big hand soothing the sting, but then he spoke and broke the spell.

  “You okay, Ellie?”

  She tried to push away, but he held her fast.

  “We need to talk, baby. I’m back in Texas for good now and I want to settle down and maybe make a baby or two with the missus. I understand why you did why you did and I’m ready to move past it. Neither of us is getting any younger and I’ve got something to offer you this time.”

  “Are you insane?”

  “I’ve never been saner. I’ve missed you so much, Angel.” He pulled her to him. “And I forgive you for what you did.”

  “God damn it, Bram, we’re going in circles. Once and for all, you dumped me. Besides, we only knew each other a few weeks before we got married and we’ve been apart for almost four years. You need to move on. I know I have.”

  He pulled her close.

  “I don’t believe you. You aren’t wearing a ring or even a collar. You are just trying to make me jealous. But that’s okay, Angel. I understand.” He smiled and she could feel her heart beating hard in her chest. He held her wrist and smiled.

  “Your pulse is racing, Angel. Excited to be back in my arms?”

  “Hardly.” She changed tactics, holding herself stiffly. “I simply dislike being held against my will.” He chuckled as he released her wrist and moved his hand to cup one full breast.

  “That’s not how I remember it. You adored bondage from the moment I introduced you to it.” He grinned and shifted her on his lap so his hard cock pressed against her. “I seem to recall you loved it when I tied you down and tormented you with my mouth until you begged me to fuck you and make you come.”

  “I don’t recall that. You must be thinking of someone else.”

  She was a liar. She could remember in vivid detail what it was like to be tied down, her hands tied to the headboard and her thighs pulled back and wide open while he feasted on her pussy, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy over and over, stopping
just before she could go over the edge until she was begging.

  Just then, she heard a car pulling into the parking lot. She tried to pull out of his arms. With clear reluctance, he stood up with Ellie still in his arms. Then he carefully set her beside him on the gravel, one arm locked around her shoulders.

  She heard the footsteps crunching toward where they stood and then a man came out of the shadows. Ren.

  “Ren, darling!” Smiling, she pulled out of the cowboy’s arms and launched herself at Ren. Pulling him tight, she whispered in his ear, “Please play along,” and then she kissed him hard on the mouth.

  Chapter 6

  Ren Davis’s arms went around Ellie automatically. He’d barely absorbed her urgently whispered words when she pulled his head down and kissed him. Hard. On the mouth. With tongue.

  He pulled her tight and kissed her back. It was like Christmas and his birthday and the Fourth of July all rolled into one. He’d literally dreamed of this for the past three months, but all they seemed to do outside the playroom or the bedroom was talk, or rather argue, and debate. Talking implied emotional intimacy, but she always held something back.

  It was funny, really. She’d let him tie her down and spank her and flog her and even fuck her, but she rarely kissed him if it wasn’t a part of sex. She wasn’t physically affectionate and wouldn’t cuddle, which he loved to do after sex and certainly not in public. She just accepted the minimum of aftercare and then she left or she kicked him out. She wouldn’t spend the night at his place and wouldn’t let him stay over at hers.

  And she never kissed him before in public. Of course, they only had an audience of one, but that was a start.

  He tried to sneak a quick glance at the man she’d been standing with when he arrived but then she was kissing him again. He immediately forgot about the other man and let himself get lost in the taste of her lips. He felt her lips open slightly and he took it as an invitation for his tongue to go exploring. He was like a starving man trying to devour the meal that had just been beyond his reach for months.

  Lowering his hands, he gripped her ass and pulled her closer, pressing his rapidly hardening cock against her stomach. He was so lost in the kiss that he didn’t notice the other man walking up to them. He didn’t even notice at first when he tapped his shoulder, but when the taps got harder, he finally had to break the kiss.

  “What?” he barked out. “Can’t you see I’m busy?” He started to lower his head again, but then the other man’s words penetrated as he continued speaking.

  “Yes, I can see that, but I’d rather you got busy with someone who wasn’t my wife.”

  That got through to Ren. He pulled back and looked down at Ellie. It was too dark to tell if she was blushing, but her expression was definitely embarrassed before she turned to the other man.

  “Sorry, Bram. I told you, I’m seeing someone else.” Ren saw her look anxiously up at him, her arm wrapped around his waist, waiting for him to confirm her statement. Then he looked over at her husband.

  “Dammit, Bram. This is the wife you told me about? This is your Angel? My Eleanor?”

  “She’s not your anything. She’s my Angel! Eleanor? Really?”

  Ellie pulled back and he reluctantly let her go.

  “It’s my given name. It was on our marriage certificate if you’d bothered to pay attention. Stop changing the subject. You two know each other? Seriously?”

  Ren tried to discreetly adjust himself in his pants and sighed. He had a feeling that she wasn’t going to be kissing him again anytime soon.

  “First cousins,” Bram explained. “We’ve never been close. In fact, I’ve hated him since he broke my Xbox and never replaced it.”

  “You always had a selective memory, Bram. It was my Xbox that you broke when we were college roommates,” Ren stated dryly.

  “That’s not how I remember it.” Bram turned to Ellie and grinned. “He was always jealous of me,” he confided. “I always got to bang the hottest chicks and he got my leftovers.”

  “Like I said, selective memory. You were pretty bummed, as I recall, when Miss Homecoming Queen dropped you for me.”

  “Ahh, I remember sweet, slutty Louisa. You actually did me a favor, Ren. I had been trying to figure out a way to ditch her so I could bang her roommate and then you took her off my hands. Did I ever thank you for that, Renfield?”

  “No, you didn’t, Bram. But in that case you still owe me one for the Xbox.” Ren pulled Ellie close. “I’d say we are even now. And it looks like yet another of your women prefers me to you. Deal with it.” He grinned. He could feel Ellie’s soft body against his. She felt right with his arm around her and he planned on taking full advantage of the situation.

  “Maybe I did owe you one for Louisa, but now that I’ve caught you kissing my wife, not only are we no longer even, but I may have to kick your ass. Aunt Mina will have to understand.”

  “Bram, Bram, Bram. Doesn’t count. I didn’t know she was your wife when I kissed her.”

  “Would that have stopped you?”

  “Hell no!”

  “I’m going to have to insist you unhand her so I can kick your skinny ass up and down Main Street or whatever it’s called around here.”

  “Or what? You could never beat me in a fight when we were kids. Never.”

  “Yeah, but that’s when we were kids. You are two years older than me and were taller and heavier. Now I’ve grown up and spent the last three years working on an oil rig while you’ve gone soft working in an office. I could kick your ass with one hand tied behind my back.”

  “You and what army?” Ren sneered.

  * * * *

  “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Ellie shouted to get their attention. “Firstly, Bram, I’m not your wife. Second, we’ll get that whole thing with the rings sorted out, but it doesn’t change a thing, so get that through your thick skull! And thirdly, stop it, the both of you. Stop fighting over me as if you are dogs and I’m a juicy bone. I think I should have some input here.”

  Two pairs of almost identical eyes turned toward her. Ren’s were gray blue instead of silver gray, and Bram’s nose was just a little crooked, clearly having been broken in the past and not set properly. But seeing them side by side, she couldn’t believe just how much they resembled each other. Why had she never seen it before?

  She studied them. They were close to the same height, but Ren was a little taller, though Bram was at least thirty pounds heavier. He was also much more casually dressed. The mayor was wearing neatly pressed chinos and a button-down shirt. But regardless of the differences in dress, she could see the family resemblance.

  Or maybe it was just their identical expressions as they trained their gazes on her, equal parts desire and masculine aggression and smugness. They were both clearly convinced that she’d be choosing them. Or were they? She suddenly remembered Bram once mentioning a cousin. A cousin he’d shared women with in the past, a cousin he’d wanted to share her with. She suddenly felt hot and cold at the same time.

  “Actually, we’re the ones with the bones, Angel. And we both want to share them with you.” Bram had the audacity to wink at her.

  “Stop calling me that, Bram!”

  “Yes, Bram. Stop calling my girlfriend by that nickname. I’m the only one who gets to call her Angel.”

  “You stop it, too, Ren. I’m not your girlfriend! I’m your sub.”

  She saw Bram’s shocked expression.

  “You’ve been submitting to him?”

  “Yup. For months and months now, cousin. Deal with it.” Ren’s tone was so similar to Bram when he was smugly convinced of the righteousness of his own position. Then he turned to her. “Ellie, that’s not what you said a few minutes ago when you flung yourself into my arms and kissed me.” He turned to his cousin. “Seriously, Bram, I was the kissee, not the kisser. You got a problem, you need to talk to your wife. Or rather, ex-wife. Seems to me she’s a free agent and she’s chosen me.”

  “You were right the f
irst time, as rare as that might be.” He turned to Ellie, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. “Maybe she needs a good spanking. I have been neglecting her for almost four long years and clearly your discipline has been sub-standard, so to speak. Maybe she needs a reminder of who she belongs to?”

  “Which is now me!” crowed Ren, triumphantly. “So if anyone’s going to spank her, it’s me.” He gave Bram a light shove. “Why don’t you just toddle off for another few years while me and the girlfriend sort things out?”

  “I don’t see a collar,” Bram countered before shoving back. Ellie watched as Ren nearly lost his balance but quickly righted himself.

  Ellie looked from Bram to Ren and back again as they started to tussle. She felt like someone should be calling it like a football game or maybe a WWE wrestling match. Bram Scoefield goes for the head lock, but Renfield Davis squirms out of it and manages to turn it around and brings Scoefield to his knees, but not for long as Davis loses his footing and goes down hard. It’s Bram on top of Renfield as the two men fight for the right to spank the fair maiden. Oh, now it’s Bram Stoker on top. No, wait. That wasn’t right. She frowned and then she smiled as it hit her.

  Then she started to laugh. It started as a small chuckle, but quickly turned into tear-inducing laughter. She laughed so hard she had to sit down. As it started to subside, she wiped her eyes and looked up at the two men sitting side by side on the gravel path. Bram’s hair was mussed and his T-shirt was torn leaving his impressive chest almost completely exposed. Ren, on the other hand, had hardly a hair out of place and the only sign of a struggle was the pocket on his shirt hanging down, only the bottom seam holding it in place.

  “Shouldn’t we do something, Ren? I think she’s hysterical.”

  “Your wife, your problem.”

  “You say that now,” Bram groused, “when it’s something you don’t want to take care of.”

  “Bram, Renfield, and Mina? Characters from Dracula? And the author, too. Your family is named after Bram Stoker and characters from the book Dracula? Seriously?”