Free Acres, Natalie - Sex Junkie [Cowboy Addiction 1](Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Natalie Acres

between you, me, and Grant remains between the three of us. It’s no one’s business what we do.” A beat later, he grinned and said, “Besides, a man would have to be crazy to tell another Dom, his little sister was punished by means of the Catherine Wheel.”
    Grant chuckled. “I’ll say.”
    Morgan smiled up at him and then shrugged away. She took a stroll around the room, spotting an odd-shaped and quite intimidating toy stuffed in yet another nook and cranny. The place was completely sterile, with various cleaning solutions and wipes placed next to each piece of equipment. Minus the erotic playthings and dim lighting, one might think the area was better suited for a state-of-the-art medical facility.
    Next to the Catherine Wheel, a violet wand was plugged into the wall. The device was often a Dom’s favorite electrical play device. “Over there,” Grant said, pointing to a solid black bench, similar to a workout platform.
    “I don’t want to, Sir,” she whined, issuing Grant the respect he deserved but defying him all the same.
    Blake shook his head. “Either you want more punishment than you can handle, or those drugs did some permanent damage to your head.” A beat later, Blake cleared his throat and roughly bit out, “Lie down on the bench. Face down.”
    Morgan pursed her lips. Here we go, she thought. It’s now, later, or never. Unfortunately, she didn’t have the preferred option of later.

    * * * *

    Her eyes were wide, wild, and untamed. Grant would’ve traded a steer or two to have captured that priceless look on camera. She must’ve been as shocked as Grant was to hear Blake take such an authoritative position. Blake had it in him to be a controlling Dom, but Grant always knew Blake as a kind and gentle man where Morgan was concerned.
    Then again, they’d never placed Morgan in this kind of situation before.
    “I’ll need help. My hands are behind my back.”
    “No you won’t,” Grant said. “Straddle the bench. Then, let your body fall forward.”
    “First, I want her to straddle the bench and hold the position,” Blake said, walking toward a small refrigerator barely visible in the dimly lit room.
    Grant couldn’t help but smile as he watched Blake take a bowl of ginger from the freezer compartment. When he returned to the bench, he reached above the unit and retrieved a transparent glove, working the plastic piece over his hand.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Surgery,” he said without cracking a smile.
    When she looked alarmed, he retracted the statement. “I’m kidding. We’re using something new today. Have you ever played with gingerroot?”
    “No,” she replied.
    “I think you’ll love it,” he said, rubbing a sliver of ginger over her nipples. Her small buds hardened as soon as he applied considerable pressure. “There you go. That’s sweet, submissive. I think you’ll enjoy this.”
    He replaced the small gingerroot and fumbled around for a much larger one, a thick finger-cut shaped much like a penis. “Grind against the bench.”
    “Now?”
    “Yes.”
    “I don’t see what’s so special about this ginger. It was cold, but outside of that, it’s not anything spectacular.”
    “I’m sorry it didn’t do anything for you,” Grant said, thinking the element of surprise would be worthy of framing. Morgan wouldn’t know what hit her once the gradual onset of the burning sensation began. As sexual as Morgan had the ability to be, she’d beg them to fuck her by the time Blake finished with her.
    “I asked you to hump that bench,” Blake told her.
    Grant stepped to the side of the furniture so he could watch her. She pursed her lips and her eyes watered. “I’m not happy about this.”
    “Of course you wouldn’t be.”
    “I haven’t even kissed either one of you outside of a peck, and here I am dry humping a damn board so you can watch and get your jollies.”
    “Respect, Morgan. Remember who you’re talking to here,” Grant said.
    “You’ll