Chiara felt her cheeks warm and other parts bubble and ooze, like slow-melting caramel. She gave a sly little smile.
“Country Dom?” she asked.
Zane gripped her hair and brought her face close to his. “Yeah, baby, leather crops, whips, paddles, the whole nine yards, with your ass bent over a haystack,” Zane said then licked her lower lip. She felt her body quiver, but she couldn’t let them have the last word.
“I kind of like the sound of that, and a little role-playing in the bedroom. How about you two wear just cowboy hats, and I get to hold the riding crop.”
Zane’s eyes flared to life and Cash pulled her hard against him.
“Fuck the horse races, baby. You got two stallions of your own right here in New York City. Let’s head home, and work on all those orgasms we’re planning on giving you.”
“I bet you won’t be able to give me that many,” she teased.
“We bet we can. Starting right now,” Cash said, then turned her around and bent her over her desk. He made fast work with his fingers and shoved her pants down her knees. She heard his zipper next. She gripped the wood, felt her entire body react to their dominance and desire, and held on for the ride.
“Chiara, that naughty little mouth needs some of this,” Zane said, and she turned to the side of the desk and there was Zane, holding his beautiful, thick cock in his hand, awaiting her mouth. As she opened her mouth, prepared to take him in, she felt Cash stroke his cock into her pussy from behind. She gasped as she gripped the table. “Look what I found,” Zane said. She looked at him as he slowly pressed his cock between her lips. He was holding a ruler.
“It’s not a crop, but I think it will do until the horse races,” Cash said. Zane slapped her ass with the ruler as Cash thrust into her from behind.
She immediately exploded. Her entire body reacted like a power surge. She nearly screamed.
Both men chuckled.
“That’s one,” Cash said.
“Now, there are nineteen more to go,” Zane teased and Chiara smiled.
She loved her men so much. She couldn’t even remember what her life was like before them. If they seriously thought they were going to make her come nineteen more times today, then good luck to them, and bless them, too. She was going to be one happy woman, and they were going to be two very happy men.
THE END