Six Weeks Later
Graduation loomed, and Kane was more excited than Peyton. After her accident, the Cartwells reached a decision. It wasn’t an easy one for them, but they all agreed somehow.
Peyton needed to finish high school as a teenager without baggage. Since he came with a lot of it, he had to stand back and keep things platonic between them. She didn’t make it easy.
“Kane, have you seen Braden?” Peyton rushed into the kitchen in her T-shirt and thong. He didn’t look up. To glance away from the Daily News meant to give in to guilty pleasures. The closer Peyton moved toward graduation, the more he ached to touch her, just to remind her of the pleasure they’d once shared.
“Don’t know if he’s up yet.” Kane ducked his head and stared harder at the words in front of him.
Evan walked in and swatted her on the ass with the newspaper. “Where were you last-” He stopped suddenly. “What the fuck is that?”
Kane’s entire body jerked to attention, realizing the alarm in Evan’s voice sounded out with far too much warning. Immediately, he glared at the adornment around Peyton’s neck.
She ran a lone finger over her throat. “Oh, you mean this?”
Evan’s gaze stayed at her neck. “That’s it.”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Kane shoved his chair back, made a sudden leap for her and Evan immediately threw back his arm to keep Kane from getting his hands on her. No doubt, a few seconds slower and Kane might have wrapped his hands around her neck and yanked the collar right off of her. Right after he choked her for wearing it with far too much pride in the first place.
“Down, cowboy, you know what I’m doing if I have this around my neck,” she purred, slowly running her finger back and forth over the leather choker.
“He’s gonna kill ya,” Evan began with the warning, the one signifier to let Peyton know he volunteered for the job of tattling to big brother.
He’d have to stand in line because this went way too far.
Every nerve ending in Kane’s body pulsed with anger and with lust. It was a dangerous mix. “Peyton, go to your room right now and get that damn thing off your neck.”
“Sorry, Kane, I can’t do it.” She popped a hip and smiled seductively. “I’m afraid my Master may punish me.”
“Your what?” Evan’s skin didn’t turn red, it flamed violet. Oh hell, violence loomed everywhere.
“The hell you can’t.” Kane stayed focused. “Just run on along and take it off. Now.”
“Braden!” Evan started his immature rant for big brother. “Braden! Hurry, get down here!” He walked out of the kitchen and stood at the steps long enough to scream. “All hell’s loose and there’s an outbreak!”
The brothers crossed their arms and seethed while Peyton pulled a pastry out of the freezer, tossed it on a plate and put it in the microwave. “It’s no big deal, guys.”
“Uh-huh.” Evan bit down on his lip.
“Really, it’s not. It just means-”
“I know what it means, thank you very much.” Kane glowered over her.
“Good, because now you know what does and does not belong to you.” She set her jaw. “For the record, I do not belong to Kane Cartwell. Say it with me now. Let’s practice together.”
Like hell she didn’t. If one woman on God’s earth belonged to him, Peyton Storm was his.
Braden casually walked into the kitchen and didn’t look surprised at all to find her with a collar around her neck. He sat down at the table and stared out over the lawn.
“That’s all you’re going to do?” Evan yelled. “Just come in here and sit down?”
“Hell, look at him,” Kane said. “He already knew she had the damn thing. Who called you?”
“Jones.”
“What are you talking about?” Peyton removed her breakfast from the microwave, grabbed a fork from the kitchen drawer, pushed it shut with her hip and cut off her first bite. Waving the first bite around, she inquired further, “Don’t tell me. You know the owner of Clink?”
“Sid Jones,” Braden said.
“What the fuck was he thinking?” Kane demanded.
“He didn’t know she was ours.” He slipped. And really fucked up when he did.
“Excuse me? I’m what?” Peyton dropped her fork. Hell, at this point, she might as well drop her pants too. Kane was sick and tired of her ‘fuck me now or I’ll fuck someone else’ games. In his mind, this act, this collar idea, bordered with treason.
Kane decided to run with Braden’s Freudian slip. “Boy, you hit that one right on, Braden. She may not know it yet, but she’s definitely ours.” He rubbed his hand over his erection. Damn if he didn’t have a stiff one the second he spotted her little neckband.
She narrowed her gaze, shoved a bite of pastry beyond luscious lips and chewed slowly.
“That’s right, darlin’, think about a rebuttal. Chew nice and slow,” Evan mocked her.
“Fuck you, Evan.”
“I would’ve volunteered for the job, baby. Seems someone beat me to it, and I wouldn’t dream of moving in on someone else’s territory.”
“I don’t have a problem with it,” Kane growled, and snatched her forearm in a locked clasp. He quickly pulled her with him.
“Braden! Do something!” She sat down on the floor, her bare feet bracing her against the tile.
“Damn it! Get up!” Kane yelled.
“No! Let me go!” She kicked out at him as he tugged her. Evan stood in the doorway, watching with a big grin. Braden’s eyes were misty with pure lust as he watched for a flash of skin, a show of pink. Oh yeah, he knew by the way his brother stretched his long neck. He wanted to see her little pussy.
Other than rubbernecking a little, Braden didn’t move and Kane noticed. All right then, he had big brother’s approval. God help her, she was going to know what it meant to submit by the time he finished with her.
“Braden! Evan! Do something!” she pleaded and tears now formed in the corners of her eyes. “I belong to someone else now!”
“Oh really? Then where is he? You pushed too far this time, darlin’, and you got my undivided attention just like you wanted.” Kane locked his lower lip under his teeth.
Evan started for the door. “I’m headed to town. Anybody need anything?”
“Yeah, go by the horse supply and grab me a crop. There’s a pretty little tail that I plan to spank.”
“The hell you are!” She leaned back until her back flattened against the glossy floor.
Kane stood over her. “Either get up and walk upstairs like a lady or I swear, you’re going to kneel right here.”
“Fuck you, Kane.”
“That works too.” He scooped her up, threw her over his shoulder, yanked her thong off and placed his palm on her sweet little cheek. “I’ve been waiting for the invitation. I’ll RSVP behind closed doors. Evan, get the crop. Bring it with you when you join us.”
She planned to claw him once he put her down. She was going to catch him off guard and slap the shit out of him. Then she was going to claw him. No, she’d bite him. Sink her teeth into him and take a chunk out of him. First, she needed to convince her pussy. Fucking today existed only as a last resort option.
“Whatever you’re thinking, Peyton, you need to change your mind before it ruins this moment for you.” Kane carefully placed her on his bed, pulled out a long metal box from his dresser and turned to find Braden standing in the doorway.
“Don’t even think about it,” Kane warned.
“I’m not. I’m going to observe. After what I heard from Sid Jones, she’s looking for trouble.” He sat down on a nearby chair-at least he thought there might be one under the pile somewhere, it was hard to tell with so many clothes there-and crossed his arms. “You wanted attention, Peyton. You found more of it than you can handle.”
“Whatever you two think you’re going to do-”
“Silence,” Kane ordered.
“Silence?” She jumped up and bolted. Braden quickly moved in front of the door.
“You’re going along with this?”
“After what I’ve seen, I’m not only going to agree to it, but I’m going to oversee your punishment.” Braden glared at her. “Back on the bed, Peyton.”
“I’m not…I’m…” she defiantly held her head high. “I belong to someone else. I already have a Master, like I told you.”
Braden’s chuckle sounded dark. Peyton stared at him harder just to confirm she glared at the same man who promised to take care of and protect her as her guardian.
“You don’t have a Master, Peyton.” Braden pointed to the bed, “But you will.”
“I’m telling you right now, I have-”
“No one placed the collar around your neck. You borrowed it, from what I understand.” Braden looked over her shoulder. “Kane, explain to Peyton why we know she’s playing games here.”
Kane scratched his chin. “There are several reasons, Peyton. For starters, you don’t have a clasp or lock on this cheap collar. If you did, it might have been a little more believable. Though, I doubt it.”
Braden grabbed the back of the chair, dumped the clothes in the floor and moved it to block the doorway. He sat down and studied her closely. “If Evan or Kane put a collar on your neck, it would’ve been one to certainly brand you. In other words, Peyton, it wouldn’t have been so easy to take it off.”
Kane proved the point by giving it a quick yank. It fell to the floor.
She flinched. Heaven help her, she quivered from the excitement, not because he ripped the collar from her neck, as if it had never been there in the first place, but because of the way he discarded. Her pussy already felt like a dripping water spigot, oozing with warmth.
Kane took her by the hand and led her back to the bed. She went willingly. Save her from herself. She gladly let him take her there. She played along, but only for the moment.
“Then there’s the issue of trust,” Braden began, almost deliberately trailing off so Kane could explain.
“You don’t trust easily, Peyton. You particularly don’t trust men. If you’re going to train as a submissive, you’d need a lot of trust. You trust me, don’t you, Peyton?”
With as much devilment in her voice as she could muster, she glanced over at Braden. “I trust…Evan.” He wasn’t there and existed as the obvious choice.
“You trust Evan?” Braden laughed. “And you trust us.”
“No, I only trust Evan.”
“Good thing. He’s right here.” Braden looked over his shoulder as Evan walked up behind them.
“I had a crop in my truck,” he grinned. “And I’m flattered to know you trust me, Peyton.” He slapped the crop across his open palm. It sounded out with far too much dark appeal. She glanced down. His denim jeans, snug and tight, almost lost their purpose. His cock stretched against the material and looked like it might have enough strength behind it to bust out of the zipper.
She nibbled on her fingertip. “Dear God.”
Evan walked around Braden and sat down on the bed. “I would’ve never taken you for the submissive type, Peyton.”
He tugged at his boots. His jeans and shirt were coming off too, and apparently, he didn’t want to waste a lot of time losing the Wranglers.
“You…think…I’m going to fuck Evan in front of you?”
“No, sweets, you’re going to fuck us all and maybe even at the same time,” Kane said. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
She narrowed her gaze and looked at his cock. “You wish.”
“Say ‘yes, Master’ and that will suffice.”
“You’re nuts.”
“No, you wanted this, remember? Training begins right now.”
Braden nodded at Evan, and he stripped down to his boxers.
“The first thing we’re going to do, Peyton,” Kane’s voice held steady, “is teach you about obedience, establish trust, and educate you in domination and submission.”
“What if I-”
“Did I ask you to interrupt?”
Evan smiled. “Keep doing it. I get to punish you when you don’t mind.”
“Mind? Are you losing your grip on reality?”
“Peyton, Sid said you were asking a lot of questions. We’re going to answer them. This way, you won’t go to clubs where underage teenagers do not belong.” Braden’s legs splayed open, and the length of his cock left an imprint off to the side.
“I’m not underage. I’m eighteen.”
“And not quite twenty-one,” Evan reminded.
“Where’s your fake ID?” Braden asked.
“I don’t have one.”
Kane pointed at the wall. “Peyton, go stand in the corner until you can make up your mind to tell us the truth.”
Oh the tone he used with her was going to get him in a lot of trouble. Once she rode his cock again, she’d ride all night. Good grief, she almost came just hearing him. His raspy voice, his rigid body fighting to remain in control, all of it provided more than she bargained for or ever imagined.
Evan tried not to smile. He had the cutest little dimple in his cheek when he tried to fight off a big grin, especially when he wanted to look all tough and bad. Right now, he looked good enough to suck dry and she couldn’t wait to sip on his stalk. The way his cock twitched beneath his boxers made her mouth water.
“Corner, Peyton,” Braden said. “Now.”
Evan took her hand and led her to the corner. He pointed at the wall. “Stick your nose right here.”
“Evan!”
“I mean it, right here.” He tapped the wall again.
She glanced down at his cock pressing against his shorts and licked her lower lip. “Let me taste it,” she purred.
“No, Peyton. You can not taste his cock.” Kane grinned behind her back, and Evan mouthed the words ‘fuck you’.
He leaned over his box of supplies and rummaged through the selection of toys. It had been months since he’d even brought the box out of hiding. Braden watched him curiously. This was a first for Braden. He didn’t enjoy the kink clubs like Kane did, but he would benefit from his collection. They all would.
“Now, Peyton, I want you to understand something about this lifestyle you’re choosing to lead. Okay?”
She nodded but kept her nose buried in the corner.
“Say, ‘Yes Master’ and say it loud enough for Braden to hear you too.”
“No, I’m not going to-”
“I told you. This is never going to work,” Evan said. “Damn it, I don’t even want her as a submissive. I want her down on her knees sucking my cock but not begging to suck it, you know?”
“Quiet, Evan. Let her decide,” Braden said.
“Peyton, turn around and look at Evan.”
She did.
“Look at his cock.”
“Damn,” Evan grunted as she gave him one of those saucy little stares. Kane knew what it felt like to get one of those. He thought he might come unglued if he saw her give someone else one too but he handled this okay. He remained in control so this worked, for now. He might be able to share her with Evan…and Braden, but they all needed to remember one thing. She belonged to him first.
“Peyton, I’m going to go over the things we’d expect if we put a collar around your neck. Okay?”
She nodded, licked her lips and continued to heat Evan to the quick with her watchful eye. Kane knew because the temperature rose in the room. He’d bet on three cocks twitching and her mouth watering. Her dirty and delicious mind probably swirled with ideas now. He’d bet on it.
“You will kneel when you’re told to kneel, specifically at meals, which, by the way, will no longer be enjoyed in your T-shirt and thong.”
Braden’s legs fell open, and he unzipped his pants. “You’ll eat in the nude.”
“Braden?” she whispered.
“Yes, Peyton?”
“Braden,” she watched as he took his cock in hand and began to stroke himself. “Are you horny?”
“You want to move closer and see for yourself?” Kane asked.
“Yes.”
“You can step closer,” Kane told her and then added with a grin, “And kneel.”
“Huh?”
“Drop down in front of Braden and take his cock in your hands.”
“And?” Braden coaxed.
Kane watched as she knelt in front of Braden. His dick throbbed with a dull ache he’d never known before. Damn it! Why this, why now? He wasn’t even sure he wanted to lead her into the lifestyle. Now, he was going to tell her to give Braden head, and it might kill him to watch it. She was his. She belonged to him!
He took a deep breath. “Listen to my voice, Peyton. I want you to stand up again. Turn around and take your nightshirt off now.”
The corners of her mouth turned up and his heart melted there. She didn’t have on a bra and when the hem of her shirt cleared her hair, she let it sway in a dramatic image he’d never forget as long as he lived.
“Holy shit,” Evan said as he watched from across the room.
“Exactly.” Kane narrowed his eyes on her ass when she turned back around and knelt in front of Braden.
“Now, put your hands on his knees and ask him if you can give him head.”
She snickered as she watched the first bead of pre-cum ooze from the mushroom head. “Can I give you a blowjob, Braden?”
“Tell her no, Braden. I have a cock over here she can sip on.” Evan probably couldn’t wait to kick Kane’s ass since he didn’t ask her to start with him.
“You can, sweetheart.” He fisted the base of his cock and held it to her lips. Kane saw him hold his breath as she tugged him into her obedient mouth. By the time they were through with her, she’d have swollen lips, hot from their cum and ripe with the aftermath of their pleasure.
“Damn, if I’d known what I missed out on then…” Braden leaned his head back against the wall and didn’t bother finishing what he wanted to say.
Peyton sucked on his stalk, kneaded the skin with a slight tug and pull, before she blew him all to hell and back. She worked over him so fast, Kane realized it wouldn’t take long for Braden to come straight down her sexy little throat.
“Now take him slower, Peyton. Work after it, baby. Let Braden guide your head over his cock. Let him set the pace. He’s in control. You aren’t.” Kane ran his hand over his dick, Damn if he wasn’t going to come watching her bare ass move while she sucked Braden’s dick.
“Peyton! Peyton! Where are you?” Vicky’s voice rang throughout the halls. She was getting closer and closer. “Peyton? Are you around here?”
“Fuck!” Kane shouted.
Braden leaned back in the chair and looked down the hallway. Peyton released his cock and quickly stood up. “I’ll uh…be right there!” She reached over Braden’s back, and slammed the bedroom door, locking it as she did.
“Damn it! That girl thinks she lives here!” Kane barked as he threw his toys back in his box and glared at Peyton. “We’re not through here.”
She laughed, grabbed her T-shirt from the floor, bent down and kissed Braden’s cock and shot Evan a wink. “For today, we are. My buddy saved me from myself and we have a little hell to raise before graduation. See you guys tonight?”
“Stay away from Clink,” Braden warned.
They all grumbled and moaned but then watched as she left them standing there with their hard cocks and disappointed expressions.
“Damn it to hell.” Evan yanked his pants on. “I can’t do this with her. I’m going to explode if I even try.”
“It may be a bad idea,” Braden said as he dressed in a hurry. “I don’t know much about Sid’s club but evidently there were a lot of guys coming on to her and-”
“Who?” Kane demanded.
“Call Sid, he can tell you but he said there were a few men there who even knew her age and several folks warned them that she lived here. He called to let me know because there was a rumor going around that she belonged to you.”
“You mean some of the Doms there thought Kane gave her the collar for more than show.”
“I didn’t give her the damn collar at all.”
Evan shook his head. “I know, dumb dick. That’s the problem anyway. When you took her to your bed, you should’ve gone ahead and put one around her neck then. Hell, she’s been walking around with her heart on display for everyone to see since you did her up dirty.”
“Shut up. It wasn’t like that.”
“Then why don’t you tell us what it was like?” Braden probed.
“In a word-heaven.”
And since then? Pure hell.