by Piper Stone
One man looked at the other then the third man, the tallest came closer. The expression on his face carried zero amusement. She’d obviously awakened them from their sleep and oh no, they were none too happy about it.
“Quiet. Now!”
Dani couldn’t have been more shocked hearing the deep baritone coming from the tallest of the three. His words were followed by the kind of snarl reserved for savages. His eyes were illuminated but she could swear they were black as coal, devoid of any emotion. She shrank back, biting her lower lip.
They seemed satisfied with her reaction and all three turned, moving back to the house.
She let out another mind-bending scream until she was hoarse then followed her exclamation with a guttural growl of her own.
The same man stopped short and tipped his head, locking eyes with her.
Oh, she was in a significant amount of trouble. When they headed straight into the house, leaving the door open, she was terrified they were bringing back one of their guns to kill her on the spot. Cowering, she chastised her ridiculous behavior, trying her best to push away the tears.
Seconds later, the blond was the only one who returned, his body clothed in a pair of jeans, his feet bare, his thin waist accentuating his slender hips.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, the sound almost completely inaudible. He was gorgeous: carved abs, toned and very muscular arms, chiseled everything else. She sensed she was drooling as he walked closer, giving her ‘that’ look, the one that said in no uncertain terms she was very much in trouble. Her father had given her the same look just before pulling off his belt.
He sighed, glaring at her for a full five seconds before taking calculated steps toward the tree.
She was no longer able to see him. Was he lifting her higher? Fear licked at her insides. This bullshit was going to stop. She was much stronger than this, and he was no mass murderer. Maybe.
Or so she thought.
As the trap started falling, she held her breath, her legs shaking. When she was down, she expelled the hot air, slapping her hands on the ground. Then she frantically began to try and get out of her entanglement, hissing as she managed to get her body as well as her hair even more tangled. Getting nowhere, she sensed his presence. His one hundred percent amused face was highlighted. He stood with his arms crossed, his feet wide apart and his head cocked.
“Are you going to get me out of here or is this another plan?” she demanded.
He hunkered down, studying her face, his eyes boring into hers.
God, this man was a beautiful specimen. She realized she’d licked her lips twice in appreciation. “Please?”
The primal man finally nodded, using both hands to unwrap her like a gift, pulling away layers of the net until she was free.
“Thank you, I—” Dani was jerked up and thumped over his shoulder with no effort, but the force knocked the wind out of her. She didn’t try to fight him this time and as he swaggered toward the cabin, moving inside, she couldn’t help but think about the adventure.
Be careful what you ask for.
He carried her past the other men and she struggled to see them, her long, tangled hair getting in the way. She was finally half tossed onto the couch and she struggled to remain silent as she looked from one to the other, finally able to see them up close and personal. They were all so... Delicious. There was no other word that worked. Well, rugged and of course dangerous, primitive, and wild. She bit her lower lip again, feeling so small around them. “Thank you.”
Her teeth were chattering just trying to say two words. They studied her, the larger with what she’d though were ominous black eyes were actually a beautiful shade of emerald. He was also inked, his arms and chest covered in vibrant art. He said nothing as he paced back and forth, no doubt deciding her fate. “Can I use the bathroom? Please?” Did they even have indoor plumbing? She wrung her hands, waiting for their reply. Any reply.
The obvious leader, the sexy blond motioned for one of the others, giving a nod of approval. At least they understood English. That was an obvious start. Which also meant they’d heard every cuss word, nasty thing, and innuendo she’d said about them. She was batting a thousand today. As she was led down a long hallway, the giant brute of a man right behind her, she inhaled. The scent of him was unexpected, almost sweet. She could also still smell the lingering fragrance of the sauce from before.
She’d noticed a pretty well-equipped kitchen for a rural cabin. Her cavemen theories were petering out.
He pointed to the door then folded his arms, his eyes narrowing. He was going to wait for her in case she tried to escape. Of course, he would. She closed the door and rested against it before turning on the light. She was shocked at the sight of her appearance when she glanced into the mirror. She looked rode hard and put away wet and then some. After using the toilet, she did everything in her power to wipe off the remaining mud, and pick the burrs and twigs from her hair, smoothing down the long strands.
Her mystery man didn’t bother knocking. He simply opened the door, his eyes shifting, indicating it was time to leave. Why wouldn’t they talk to her? “I’m coming.” Her rebellious attitude had returned, at least somewhat. She knew better than to push her luck. As she was guided back into the main room, she noticed that they didn’t mind at all that they were naked around her. They remained waiting for her, their eyes never leaving her as she walked back into the space.
She offered a smile then walked straight for the couch until the blond grunted, drawing her attention. He wasn’t smiling, nor did he seem amused any longer. “What? Can’t I sit down? I’m tired and sore.” Her proclamation was met with a snicker coming from one of them. “You try being trapped for hours, buddy. See how you like it.”
The blond shook his head then patted his lap.
“What?” She had no understanding of what he was requesting.
He smacked his lap again, this time forcefully and it dawned on her what he was suggesting, no, what he was commanding. The man wanted her over his knee for... a spanking. What. The. Fuck?
“Are you kidding me?”
He shook his head no, pantomiming her screaming efforts.
“I caused too much disturbance, calling all the rest of the wild beasts in the neighborhood. Huh?” She laughed nervously, moving from foot to foot. They were all serious about this. “Okay, I admit that I probably didn’t make the wisest of choices but why should I be punished? You were the ones who captured me.” She pointed to her chest, laughing again.
Oh, they weren’t laughing.
Time seemed to stand still, and she could have heard a pin drop. “Look, I know I shouldn’t have followed you and the bear, well, yes, I was stupid for riling him. But I was afraid. I had to run. I just had to.” She lost power in her voice as the blond gave her a condescending look and his eyes, lordy, his eyes were penetrating, melting her very soul. The three others stood in a semicircle and there was nowhere to run, no way to get out of this.
He gestured for her to come closer and by God, she did. The man didn’t have to say anything to have a level of control over her. She was suddenly standing right in front of him, longing to confess her sins, promise to be a much more obedient young lady.
“I’m sorry. I know what I did was wrong but come on. You’re right to punish me. I know that now.” The words were blurted out and suddenly she was back in front of her daddy’s favorite chair, sniveling as she tried to talk her way out of a spanking.
The blond shook his head.
She could almost read his thoughts, could sense his blatant desire but this moment was all about regaining control, making certain she understood the meaning of the word ‘obedience.’ They were taking this seriously. “Fine. I’ll allow you to spank me.” She started to ease over his lap when he gripped her arm. The electricity shooting through her was instantaneous, ripping through her body as if she’d been struck by lightning. Panting, she had difficulty breathing or even thinking clearly. She knew he was having the same rea
ction given the stiffening of his crotch, and the way his breathing had changed.
“What is it?”
All he had to do was lower his gaze to her jeans and she realized what he wanted. She was indignant, shaking her head several times.
The blond simply cocked his head, lifting a single eyebrow.
Christ. This wild outlaw of a man was going to spank her bare-assed, as if he thought he knew what was best for her. His hold remained, his fingers gripping but his thumb dancing back and forth across her skin. She was lightheaded, the longing deep within burning to the point she wanted to beg him to allow her to suck his cock. This was incredible. This was ridiculous. No. No! There was no denying her attraction, no way she could lie to herself about her dark cravings. But a spanking? You can do this. Prove to them you’re compliant. Whatever the hell that meant. Yet, as crazy as the situation was, she made the decision to allow their control.
The silence was deafening as she fumbled to unbutton and unzip her jeans, the dampness from the sweat and caked mud making it nearly impossible to wiggle them over her hips. After a few attempts and cursing under her breath, she managed even though she lowered her head, more out of embarrassment for being so excited than from undressing in front of four total strangers. She blinked several times, a slight moan pushing from her throat as she dropped her panties. She suddenly had no words to say, no more apologies to give. This was their house, their rules. And she was their captive.
He was gentle as he lowered her over his lap, tugging on her shirt then rubbing the small of her back.
Dani couldn’t help wiggling her hips and the way his throbbing cock protruded into her belly provided the most delightful series of sensations, creating more dampness between her legs. There was no doubt in her mind that the men could all gather a scent of her pussy juice, the building hunger. She tried to relax as he continued rubbing her, so gentle and caring, as if he did this kind of thing all the time. Her hands were on the scratched wooden floor, her hair draping down, but all she wanted was to be able to see their faces, indulge in the scandalous appearance of their naked bodies.
As the first crack across her buttocks came, she bit back a whimper, the slapping sound more nerve-racking than the punishment itself. When he smacked her a second and third time, the stinging was almost invigorating. By the fifth, sixth, then tenth, the pain was increasing and so were her breathless moans.
He was methodical in his spanking routine, moving from one ass cheek to the other, so practiced. Careful. When she flailed one arm, he grabbed her wrist, tugging her arm behind her back. The spanking increased in force, leaving her whimpering like a child. She was also aware that she was humping his leg, her hips undulating in an entirely unladylike fashion. But what did she care? These were rugged men, used to taking what they wanted.
The spanking continued, one coming after the other, the heat building up, the pain becoming a slice of true anguish. She kicked out more than once until he thrust his leg over hers, keeping her in place. She whimpered in spurts, blinking as tears tried to form in her eyes. There was no way she was crying in front of them. After at least twenty additional smacks, he stopped, cupping one of her buttocks, caressing. Damn if his rough touch wasn’t soothing.
She took several deep breaths, swallowing the tears, heavy saliva, and finally her pride. It had been one of the most painful spankings of her life. He finally squeezed her shoulder, helping her to stand, and giving a nod of approval.
This had to be a dream, a beautiful, magical dream. A roar of humiliation burst through the seams, catching her breath in her throat. Nothing about this had any resemblance to magic. As soon as she was led by one of the others to the corner, her nose pressed against it, the spell was broken. This was all about discipline, learning where she fit in and her sordid imagination ran away with her. She did, however, remain exactly where they’d placed her, giving some indication that she could follow their regulations, whatever they were. She heard a few scattered whispers shared among at least two of them, but none of the words made any sense. What was so important they refused to talk to her?
She had no idea how long she remained standing in the same position, but suddenly another hand was wrapped around her arm, pulling her backward, and helping to reposition her clothes. This man was thinner, yet muscular in all the right places, his blue eyes mesmerizing in a way that bore into her very soul. He had the same carnal look but his was calculated. She wanted nothing more than to wrap her hand around the base of his cock, stroking, squeezing his balls.
Mr. Blue Eyes smiled, a curl sliding into the corner of his mouth. He brushed the backs of his fingers across her cheek and into her hair.
All Dani could do was shiver. When she was fully dressed, he allowed her into the kitchen, pointing toward a stool.
Seconds later, a plate of food was placed in front of her, a bottle of water and what appeared to be a glass of red wine positioned on the side. Then he walked away, his deed done for the night. They’d punished her then fed her? What was next? Tucking her in? She could only hope so, except with all four by her side.
A warm flush crept up her cheeks from the thought. Could I? Would I? Every man had a drink in his hand, a liquor or beer and they remained silent, one stoking the fire, another lounging on the couch, and the blond standing at the window in the same place she’d caught sight of him earlier. He was contemplative, shooting her glances every once in a while.
As she ate, she was able to size them up and observe their body movements. They were all very different men, certainly in tune to each other since they weren’t communicating with their voices. She dared to glance around the kitchen and what she could see of the living room. There were no outward signs of anything they were working on. There were no strange items of any nature. This was just a cabin in the mountains, no doubt meant for a family vacation.
And her curiosity could have killed the cat. She was even more determined to get to the bottom of the mystery. She would find out exactly who they were and what they were doing here. She also had no problem playing their game of domination in any manner. The thought sent another wave of warmth between her legs.
Yes, this adventurous girl would submit to them in every manner.
* * *
You will submit to me in every manner, no matter what I command.
Danger rubbed his jaw, the thought remaining furrowing into his mind. He could not believe he’d actually spanked the girl. Not just any girl. Dani. He’d also gotten an erection that continued to throb long after she’d been pulled from his lap. He curled his hand, still shuddering from their intense connection. The blazing current had rolled throughout every cell in his body like a crazed firestorm of need. He took a solid gulp of his drink, darting a glance over his shoulder. She certainly hadn’t seemed shocked that she’d been placed over his knees and punished like a wayward child. In fact, she’d seemed excited that someone, a man was taking control. Or maybe he was losing his mind.
Truth was, her screaming could have brought more than just a pack of wolves to their front door. He hadn’t counted on her spunk or creativity to that regard. The girl wasn’t terrified to push her limits. He wouldn’t make that same mistake again. Keeping silent at this point wasn’t a bad idea. At least until he found out more information. The glint in her eyes suggested she was still trying to find whatever it was she was searching for.
When she’d finished eating, he walked toward her. She needed a shower and a good night’s rest and he would remain outside her door if necessary. The thought gave him a slight smile: her sultry body under his sheets, waiting for him. He had some level of being a gentleman left. Tonight, she’d be left very much alone.
Danger nodded toward the sink then toward the living room.
“You want me to clean up?” she asked, smirking. While her tone had softened, she still had the light of mischief in her eyes.
“Yes.”
“The man actually speaks. That’s three words from four men in just over an hour. I
wonder what might happen in a week?” Dani slid off the stool, collecting all the plates, and giving him a sideways glance. “I wonder what I’d have to do in order to hear an entire sentence.”
Danger knew Wolf was just about ready to answer the question, thinking better of it and fighting laughter. While Wolf couldn’t contain his grin and Bronco had already sized her up for his next conquest, Cane was studying her as if she was the enemy.
She seemed pleased with her snarky retorts, a lightness to her steps. He expected her to dump the plates, or even toss them, but watching as she washed and rinsed every one of them, drying as if she actually cared about the place gave him mixed reactions. Guilt? Maybe. Extended lust? Without a doubt.
When she was finished, she swiveled around, sashaying toward her unfinished glass of wine, then lifted and licked the rim. Everything about this woman was provocative, pushing every envelope. He allowed her to pretend she was in control for a full minute, cognizant that Cane had moved closer, initially flanking his side.
Cane was the only one of them who worried Danger. He’d expressed his anger at allowing the tarnished drug dealer and suspected killer on the operation from day one. Even Bronco seemed more relaxed than he’d seemed since they’d started on this crazy venture. But with Cane? They didn’t need his particular brand of bullshit with what they were doing. Danger’s concerns had been overruled considering the man’s extensive cave-diving experiences. The dude was wired the majority of the time with a definite itchy trigger finger. No way Danger would ever trust him.
When Cane closed the distance, towering over Dani, his breath coming in short pants, Danger almost grabbed his arm.
Dani stood to her full height as if daring him to say anything. He lowered his head, taking a deep whiff, moving his hands down from her shoulders, the tips of his fingers barely touching the skin of her arms. She shuddered, her grip on the glass white knuckled.
