The Private Stable [Iron Spur Ranch 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Stacey Espino

on, and on, and on.
    As she concentrated on nothing but the heat building in her cunt and Wyatt’s rough hands exploring her body, she realized she was no longer obsessed with her nudity or insecurities. She was just enjoying the moment, savoring all the wonderful new sensations. It was like a dream, something she expected to wake up from at any moment.
    When her body began to quiver, she knew something monumental was about to take place. Waves of intense pleasure washed through her body, nearly drowning her. Her toes began to curl as the heat built to unbearable levels. Rachel thrashed her head from side to side, not knowing what to expect or how to handle it. She didn’t want to humiliate herself in front of these experienced men.
    “She’s close,” said Wyatt, seeming to know her own body better than she did. “I can’t wait to see her peak.”
    After speaking, Ethan responded by impaling a thumb into her pussy, his fingers wedged under her ass, teasing her nether hole. So many cells were roused to life. It was too much to handle, and she finally let go. For the first time.
    The orgasm tore through her with the power of a freight train. She arched her back and fought with the string binding her to the bed. Ethan never let up, not offering her a moment of reprieve from the beautiful torture. He continued to latch on to her pussy, sucking her clit as the contractions throbbed deep in her core, startling her to life. Wyatt was beside her the whole time, watching her reactions as if fascinated by her lack of control. And control was the last thing on her mind.
    It took her a while before she could emerge from the black void of complete exhaustion. She could have slept for a week. It was Wyatt’s voice that coaxed her back to the present.
    “That was your first time, wasn’t it?”
    She shook her head, her breathing still too heavy to attempt speech.
    “I’m not talking about sex. That was the first time a man gave you an orgasm. Don’t lie.”
    This time she nodded.
    “Well, around here, that was called an appetizer. I hope you’re ready for more.”

Chapter Five
     
    Wyatt was captivated by the timid brunette. He’d watched her come alive, going from insecure and reluctant to wanton and eager. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that she’d been sexually repressed. It pissed him off that such a beauty had been allowed to go unsatisfied for so long. He guessed her to be in her midtwenties, a decade younger, closer to Ethan’s age. But it was her innocence that had initially attracted him to her. She constantly stared at the ground or flinched when he moved too fast. The dominant male he kept locked up inside him wanted to teach her to come out of her shell. And he wanted to own her.
    He supposed it was best to ignore such a futile urge. It would likely pass, like the excitement of a new toy to a child. Wyatt had worked hard to move up the ranks at the Iron Spur Ranch, now one of only a handful of foremen in charge of the entire operation. There wasn’t room for love or weakness. Or disappointment.
    Damien was the ultimate role model, indulging in the D/s lifestyle but never committing to one woman. He’d recently celebrated his fortieth birthday, so Wyatt didn’t expect his boss to change his ways now. It was time for Wyatt to consider the same ideals, embrace the bachelor-for-life attitude, and not entertain disappointing long-term commitments. He’d learned long ago never to trust anyone but himself.
    Night settled over the country, only blackness visible from the few windows in the trailer. If Damien decided to hire Rachel in the morning, it would be awkward having her around each day now that they’d crossed the line. He hadn’t considered the consequences of embracing a one-night stand with a woman who could potentially work side by side with him. Ethan assumed she was at the ranch after hearing about the private stable, but they were both wrong. There was no way Rachel came looking for sexual