by Leah Brooke
“Damn it, Lucas.” She bucked restlessly against his fingers, her pussy leaking moisture.
Lucas ran the fingers of his other hand through her juices. “You’re soaked. Your body tells the truth even if you don’t.”
Not giving her a chance to react, he grabbed one leg and flipped her to her belly, sliding his thigh under her as he flipped her so that she was half over his lap, her feet dangling several inches from the floor.
Using the whip, he heated her ass with several strokes close to her bottom hole.
Her cries of shock filled the air, her bottom bounding enticingly over his lap.
Without giving her a chance to recover, he pressed two fingers at her opening and began to push them into her.
When she lifted into them, Lucas smiled inwardly. “Want them inside you, do you?”
He paused with his fingers only part of the way into her, spreading them to stretch her inner walls.
Devlin moved to sit on the bed next to her, dividing his attention between Stormy and Lucas’s fingers. “Wow. You’ve really got Lucas in a mood. That ass is gonna get a real workout.”
Kicking her feet, Stormy cried out. “It stings. It burns.”
Lucas abruptly withdrew his fingers, digging the fingers of his other hand into the cheeks of her ass to spread them wide. “There, baby. Is that better?”
“You fucking asshole!”
With no warning to her, Lucas shoved his two fingers into her again. “No. This is fucking your asshole. You want me to stop?”
“God. No! Please, Lucas.” She kicked her legs, her movements frantic. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
Her response proved far more than Lucas had bargained for.
Withdrawing his fingers again, Lucas applied more lube and thrust into her. “I’m making sure that your ass is more than ready for my cock. Do you want me to fuck your ass or leave you alone?”
Stormy whimpered, shaking so hard that he knew he had to end her torture soon. “I’m gonna kill you the first chance I get.”
“And I’m gonna fuck you every chance I get. Now that that’s out of the way…” Lucas withdrew his fingers again, watching her slick and shiny puckered opening clench repeatedly. “Do I fuck your ass or walk away?”
“You son of a bitch! You bastard!” She started to get up, but Devlin pressed a hand to her lower back to keep her in place.
“You’d better answer him, Stormy. If he leaves you like this, he’ll tie your hands and make sure you’re aroused for hours.”
Stormy whimpered. “I can’t take any more. I can’t believe I need something in there. You’re making me crazy.”
Lucas rose, keeping his voice firm even as his heart continued to melt. “You want me to fuck your ass or not?”
“Yes, you son of a bitch!”
Lucas slapped her ass before lifting her and shoving two pillows under her hips, standing between them to keep her legs spread.
Stormy shivered, unable to believe that she was so desperate to ease the throbbing need in her ass that she’d actually agreed to let Lucas fuck her there.
She didn’t know herself anymore, their mastery over her something she struggled to accept.
Fisting her hands on the bedding, and aware that all three men stared at her lubed bottom hole, Stormy hid her burning face against the pillow. Hearing the rip of foil, she shivered again, the anticipation and raw hunger driving her wild.
“Stop staring at my ass and just do it!”
Lucas slapped her ass again, spreading more heat to her bottom hole and making her inner walls clench. “Reach back and spread those cheeks. Show me exactly what you want me to fuck.”
Realizing that Lucas would settle for nothing less than her complete surrender, Stormy hesitated slightly before reaching for her ass cheeks.
The hunger inside her maddened her, and she knew that she had no choice but to give him what he wanted in order to get what she so desperately needed.
Tightening her hold, she spread her cheeks, feeling their gazes on her exposed private opening.
“Wider. Spread it until it stings.”
Gulping, Stormy spread her ass cheeks wider, sucking in a breath when a finger traced her stinging opening.
“Good girl.” The affection in Lucas’s voice did nothing to disguise the icy steel underneath. “Keep your hands right where they are until I’m all the way inside you. You’re giving me this ass?”
“Y-yes.” She sucked in a breath when his cock pressed at her opening, chills racing through her when he pressed steadily, forcing the tight ring of muscle to give way.
His hands closed on her waist as he continued to force his cock into her. “Easy. The head’s almost in. There we go. I’ll go slow this time. Keep that ass spread.”
His words brought with them the image of him taking her ass hard and fast, sending a thrilling rush through her.
What he did to her now was raw.
Powerful.
It hit her suddenly that fear played no part in it.
Need consumed her, and as Lucas slowly pushed his thick cock into her, she realized that he’d used her own desires against her, forcing her to acknowledge them.
Inch by inch, he pushed his cock into her, forcing her inner walls to stretch to accommodate his thickness. “You’re so fucking tight, but that’s not gonna stop me, is it, baby? Those inner walls are gonna stretch for me. There’s no way to keep me out.”
Stormy realized that she moaned continuously, her entire being focused on the cock slowly filling her ass. “Lucas. It burns.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare!” She clamped down on him, unable to imagine the agony of being left bereft. “Please, Lucas. It’s so intense.”
“Yes, it is.” Lucas tightened his hands on her waist. “A little more.”
Stormy gasped, the feeling of being filled completely sending her into a panic.
“Easy. That’s all I’ll give you. We’ll stretch you in time, but for now, I won’t go any deeper. I’m gonna fuck you, though. Put your hands next to your head.”
Releasing her ass cheeks, Stormy obeyed him, realizing as she did that she trusted him not to hurt her.
To her surprise, Lucas leaned over her, clasping his hands over her fists. “Devlin, go sit next to her.”
The bed shifted seconds later, and Stormy opened her eyes to look into Devlin’s.
Running a hand over her hair, Devlin smiled. “You’ve got Lucas’s cock imbedded in your ass. Still think he hates you?”
Lucas groaned and began to move, withdrawing until only the head of his cock remained inside her before thrusting deep again. “Don’t touch her anywhere else. I want to see if she can come by being fucked in the ass.”
Stormy’s toes curled when he thrust into her again, his thrusts not going any deeper than he’d promised.
He slowly began to increase the speed of his thrusts, his cock feeling thicker and thicker with each stroke.
Nothing could have prepared her for the complete defenselessness of having her ass taken.
She could do nothing to slow him down, make him go faster, or limit the depth of his thrusts.
With her ass high and wide, she had no control, and she loved it.
She loved the sounds he made, and the knowledge that he wanted her.
She loved his control. His dominance. His mastery over himself and her.
Her ass burned around his cock, each thrust hitting a spot deep inside her that had her writhing beneath him in a desperate effort to get the orgasm she needed.
Lucas, of course, seemed to know it.
He thrust deep, pushing against the spot. “Right here, huh, baby?”
The pressure inside her grew, and just when she thought she would go over, Lucas eased back, his thrust becoming shallow.
“Yeah, you’re ready to come, aren’t you? Do you think I’m gonna give it to you so easy? You’ve put us through hell. I think you deserve a little torture.”
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nbsp; His lips touched her ear. “It’ll give you something to remember the next time you give me trouble.”
Stormy groaned, tightening her fists when Lucas thrust fast, keeping his thrusts shallow. “Lucas!”
She tightened on him as hard as she could, but the amount of lube he’d used meant that it didn’t even slow him down.
Her bottom hole burned, the sensation making her feel even more vulnerable.
“Please!”
Lucas thrust a little deeper. “Please what?”
“You know, damn it!” She didn’t want to say the words out loud, words that would prove just how vulnerable she was with him.
“Say what you mean, Stormy. If you want me to fuck you hard and deep, you have to say it.”
Realizing that he wouldn’t accept anything less than her complete surrender, Stormy closed her eyes. “Please make me come. Fuck me hard and deep and make me come. I can’t stand it anymore.”
Lucas chuckled and released her hand to reach under her to close his fingers on her nipple. “You understand that your claim that you can’t stand anymore means nothing to me. I can make you stand it as long as I want to.”
“Y-yes.”
The sharp combination of pleasure and pain from her nipple seemed to shoot straight to her clit and ass. “Please.”
Bending, he touched his lips to her shoulder. “Begging. I like it. Good girl.”
With a hand braced on either side of her waist, he began to thrust hard and deep, his thrusts stealing her breath and driving her relentlessly to the edge.
She came hard, clamping down on his cock with a cry as every nerve ending in her body seemed to explode with shimmering heat.
He groaned as he found his own pleasure, the pulsing of his cock inside her setting off another wave of mini orgasms that stole the last of her energy.
Holding his cock deep, he straightened, running his hands up and down her back. “Good girl.”
His words sent a shiver of delight through her, as opposed to the anger she expected.
Rubbing her ass, he eased from her, crooning to her when she groaned. “Easy, baby. Your ass is as sensitive and responsive as the rest of you. I’m gonna enjoy playing with you.”
His lips touched her ass. “My little toy to take out and play with whenever I want.”
Stormy groaned, hiding a smile. “I’ll kick your ass.”
“I’ll fuck yours.” He ran a hand over her ass again. “I’ve got to get back to the monitors. Can you take care of her?”
Caleb nodded, smiling at Lucas’s obvious reluctance to leave her. “We’ve got her.”
He watched Lucas leave the room, and seconds later, heard the hall bathroom door closed. Grabbing the cloths, he moved between Stormy’s thighs and began to clean her. “He’s a goner.”
Devlin grinned, using another damp cloth to wipe Stormy’s back and arms. “Yep.”
After they wiped the sweat from her and cleaned between her thighs, Caleb and Devlin dressed her, a task made more difficult when she slept through the whole thing.
Gathering her close, Caleb pulled the covers over her, his chest swelling when she cuddled against him with a sigh. “She’ll sleep now.”
Devlin slid into bed on the other side of her and turned off the light. “Yeah. So will I. Christ.” He blew out a breath and turned toward her in the darkness. “She’s really ours.”
“Yeah.” Caleb sighed again. “The thought of anyone getting to her again scares the hell out of me.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Stormy felt as if she’d just gone to sleep when she was awakened, her adrenaline already pumping at the urgency in Lucas’s clipped tone.
“Move!”
Devlin and Caleb both shot from the bed, and she heard a scurry of activity as both men dressed.
Before Stormy could get up, Lucas swung her legs to the side of the bed and shoved her sneakers on her feet.
He tied them quickly, tossing her beloved leather jacket onto her lap. “Put that on. We’ve got four-wheel drives coming in from the north and the south. They’re coming in fast. Let’s move. I don’t want to be caught in the house.”
Stormy scrambled from the bed, shrugging on her jacket. “Where are we going?”
“You and I are going east.” Lucas grabbed her hand and headed out of the room while Caleb and Devlin finished pulled on their boots, T-shirts, and jackets.
Devlin nodded, grabbing his gun. “We’ll go west so they can’t surround us.”
With her hand in his, Lucas raced down the dark hallway, the moonlight streaming through the living room window their only light. Caleb and Devlin moved like shadows, disappearing out the front door without a sound.
She tried to pull her hand from Lucas’s, but he held tight. “Let go of me.”
“You don’t know your way around here. I turned off the motion detectors so they wouldn’t be able to see us.” Lucas’s voice had lowered, but the cold determination came through.
Hearing the sounds of the four-wheel drives approach, Stormy raced with him out the back door. “Why aren’t the alarms going off?” She tried to pull away, but Lucas held on to her and kept moving. “I need my gun.”
“I’ve got it. Shut up and move!”
She moved, but confident that the approaching engines would drown out her voice, Stormy cursed. “What’s the plan? I want to help.”
“You’ve done enough by making that call. Just keep up.” Keeping her hand clasped tightly in his, Lucas led her through the thickening grove of trees, catching her against him when she stumbled.
Impressed that he made his way through a dark forest in the dead of night, Stormy concentrated on staying close to him, and on her feet.
He stopped suddenly and turned, pulling her behind a tree. “Quiet. Stay here.” Slapping her gun into her hand, he gripped her chin, tilting her face up to his, which allowed her to barely make out the communication device at his ear. “Don’t shoot me.”
He disappeared into the darkness before she could reply, not making a sound as he made his way back to another tree several yards closer to the house.
“Damn it, Lucas!” She kept her voice at a furious whisper, wishing he’d trusted her enough to include her in his plans.
No longer hearing the engines, Stormy listened to the sounds of angry shouts from the men coming from the backyard, about fifty yards away.
Peering around the tree, she looked toward the house, watching in horror at the sight of the men jumping from their vehicles, illuminated in their headlights.
She saw the flash from their automatic weapons, her stomach clenching when they began shooting the cabin and SUV.
Tears blurred her vision when the SUV caught fire.
In the light of the fire, she could see that several of the men had disappeared and also saw that, although they’d shot at every window, they kept shooting the cabin.
Her assumption that the missing men had gone around to the front of the cabin proved accurate when she heard more shooting coming from the other side of the cabin.
Watching in horror when flames began shooting from the shot-out windows of the cabin, Stormy turned her head toward where Lucas stood, only to find that he was no longer there.
The gunfire stopped suddenly, and the men in the back of the house fanned out, each pointing their guns at the back door and windows.
Keeping her gun at her side, she searched for Lucas, and even though the growing fire illuminated the night all around her, she didn’t see him.
Seeing two duffel bags at the base of the tree where she’d last seen him, she inwardly cursed and started to step forward with her gun lifted, jumping back again when a shot rang out and one of the men near the house fell to the ground.
Stunned to see the other three men, all appearing to be dressed in dark clothing, spin and scan the trees, Stormy ducked back behind the tree. Looking from side to side for any sign of Lucas, she held her gun up, peering around the tree again.
Another shot rang out
, this time from a distance, and suddenly the three men still standing out back raced for the trees.
With her heart in her throat, she glanced to her left, for the first time seeing a branch that was just above her head.
Making a quick decision, she shoved her gun into her pocket and reached for the branch, ignoring the sharp tug to her left arm as she pulled herself up.
Knowing that she would be seen if she stayed on the lowest branch, she went higher, pulling herself up to the next branch, squatting low to see through the remaining leaves. With her back against the trunk of the tree, she looked around, hoping to see Lucas.
Scanning the surrounding area, she shook her head, unable to hold back a smile.
Lucas was too damned good to be seen.
Impressed as hell, she looked toward the house again, smiling again at the proof that the other men weren’t as smart.
Clearly backlit by the fire raging behind them, they slowly approached, their weapons moving side to side with their bodies as they scanned the area.
Each step brought them closer to the tree where she’d hidden, so close that she could see that two of the men had blond hair.
She slowly straightened, aiming her gun at the man in the middle while also keeping a close watch on the other two.
From the opposite side of the cabin, two shots rang out, followed by the unmistakable sound of an automatic weapon being fired.
God, please keep Devlin and Caleb safe.
The three men, who now stood almost directly below her, spun toward the cabin, the one on her left cursing.
“Fuck. I hope they got ’em.”
The man in the center waited until the next barrage of gunfire stopped before answering. “As long as they get the woman. We can’t go back until we kill—”
He fell to the ground before she even heard the shot.
The other two men dropped to their stomachs, scanning the area all around them.
“Where the hell did that come from?”
“I don’t know. The fire’s making so damned much noise…where the hell are the others?”
“I don’t like it. Let’s get the hell out of here.” The man on the right dragged himself to the body lying between them, checking the other man’s pulse. “Shit. Larry’s dead.”
