Since Chelsea’s Rescue [The Service Club 5] went up for preorder yesterday at Siren-BookStrand, I thought I would continue with my Service Club excerpts. Here’s one from book 3 of the series, Operation Mustang.
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Mustang Ducote craves the Rylon brothers’ touch. She can’t give in to her darkest desires or she’ll lose everything. Now they’re on her ranch, and her attempts at resisting are failing. When danger strikes, she’s faced with two options—full surrender or a Rylon brother retreat that’ll take them out of her life forever.
As Navy SEALs, Diek and Gunner have been tested. But claiming Mustang proves tougher than any op they’ve faced. It’ll take all their training and focus to accomplish the mission that’ll change their lives. But others are after her, too, and withdrawing might be the only way to keep her safe.
Lucky isn’t a SEAL, but he’s got an arsenal of toys saved for Mustang’s pleasure. Loving her is easy. Freeing the submissive vixen from the demons in her mind and those out to get her won’t be. But a lifetime of erotic passion is worth every obstacle tossed in the way.
“I’ve waited to see you this way for years.” Diek’s tone was thick with his own arousal. “I’ve waited to turn this beautiful ass of yours nice and red for years, too.”
Mustang’s ass tingled in expectation. “Why would you want to spank me like some disobedient child?”
“Not a child, darlin’, but our disobedient woman for sure,” he corrected her. “A woman who doesn’t follow her men’s orders has to be punished.”
“I follow my own orders.” The shame of being across Gunner’s lap in perfect display for a whipping allowed her to find an ounce of the strength she couldn’t seem to latch onto earlier. Not that it did her much good.
“In some things, perhaps,” Lucky agreed. “When it comes to your body and the demands we put in place, you obey or you endure your punishment.”
The words barely left Lucky’s mouth before Diek delivered the first smack. The cool leather of his belt connected with the already heated flesh of her ass, sending a riot of stinging pleasure careening through her system. She sucked in a breath, letting it out on a moan as the next smack landed in a slightly different spot. A hand flattened on her stinging butt cheeks then, gliding over her tender flesh in a smooth caress. The soothing didn’t last long before it lifted to deliver a succession of slaps on its own, each gaining in firmness until she cried out from the brutal wash of pained pleasure that flowed straight to her pussy. The belt returned, smacking her sensitized flesh twice more before she dimly heard it hit the floor.
Mustang opened eyes she hadn’t realized she had closed, meeting Lucky’s heated gaze. She squirmed, unable to control the quivering of her body or the thick juices of her own arousal the spanking had milked from her channel.
“I can smell you,” Lucky told her softly, thickly. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
Mustang shook her head. No way would she admit being spanked had created demon fingers of ecstasy that clawed at the walls of her channel.
A hand slipped between her legs, one finger dipping between her sodden pussy lips. “You’re soaked, sweetheart,” Gunner drawled as he briefly played in the wetness he’d found. “Did you come for us?”
Again, she shook her head. It wasn’t a lie. She hadn’t come, yet, but she was close. So very close. She wiggled her hips, attempting to get the touch of his finger where she needed it most. Her clit pulsed for attention, the orgasm begging to be set free.
“Good.” Approval rang in Diek’s voice. “We would have to spank you again if you did.”
“You aren’t allowed to come without permission,” Lucky told her. “Do you understand? You have to ask and, if we tell you no, you have to learn to hold it back.”
Learn to hold it back? They were insane!
“Stand up, sweetheart.” Gunner caught the rope around her wrists and pulled her up to stand on legs that trembled. He got to his feet in front of her and brought his hand to her mouth. “Have you ever tasted yourself before?”
The blush that heated her cheeks gave her away. He grinned, a devious tilt to his lips that told her he was indeed her most erotic devil incarnate. She’d expected Diek to be the wily one of the three. As the oldest brother, she knew he possessed more experience. She was quickly learning, however, Gunner might be the youngest, but his brother had taught him far too well.
“Did you enjoy your own taste?”
She nodded, seeing no need to deny the obvious now. She did like the taste of her own juices. At times she actually craved the thick, sweet flavor of her own cum.
Gunner dragged his finger over her slightly parted lips, painting them with the remnants of her juices.
She licked her lips, circling her tongue around them until she’d tasted the last bit. She swallowed, looking up at Gunner through her lashes.
“Fuck, that’s beautiful to watch.” His hand moved from her mouth to snake beneath her hair and cup her neck. “I’m going to watch those lips around my cock next. Are you ready to taste my cum?”
Again, Mustang nodded. She glanced at Diek and Lucky, realizing that all three men remained fully clothed. “I’d like to watch you undress, too.”
Gunner’s hand fell away as he chuckled. “I bet you would.”
“Perhaps next time,” Diek told her. “For now, we want you on the bed. Get on your knees, climb onto the center, and lay down on your stomach.”
Mustang hesitated, her gaze sweeping over the bed, noting how the pillows were positioned to lift certain parts of her body for their playing ease. This was it. After all this time, all her fighting, she would finally experience the things she’d only allowed herself to live in her fantasies.
She climbed onto the bed and walked slowly on her knees until she reached the center. Gunner’s hands guided her wrists to rest against her lower back as Lucky helped her to lean forward. The bed dipped behind her, and Diek’s hands closed on her thighs. She felt like a ragdoll as they situated her body in the position they wanted, using the pillows to elevate her ass, belly, and head. Her breasts pressed to the mattress, but not as painfully as she’d expected. Instead, the slight increase in pressure to the clamps intensified the low pulse of delight between her nipples and pussy.
“Face me,” Gunner instructed, releasing her wrists to dive his fingers in the back of her hair. He fisted her long strands and tugged until her cheek rested on the stack of pillows beneath her head. “You wanted to watch. I can give you that much now.”