Sanctuary in Submission [Sanctuary, Montana 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Lara Valentine

  She wanted to call him out for his boastful proclamation, but he kept his promise. He started thrusting hard and fast, his fingers playing softly on her already sensitive clit. She’d never come down from her last orgasm and Riley was determined to make sure she came one more time for him. He braced himself on the rope swing near her shoulders, grunting with the effort of each stroke. If her hands were free, she’d rake her nails down his back and dig her fingers into his spectacular muscled ass.

  She pulled against her bonds in vain. She was at Riley’s mercy and he had none, pounding into her until she cried out, her orgasm taking her by surprise. It rolled through her and Riley grinned like a Cheshire cat then thrust one last time, his teeth capturing a nipple as his cock jerked inside of her, his hot seed filling the condom. When her orgasm let her breathe, she gasped for breath, filling her starving lungs. She felt the restraints being unclipped and Riley pulling from her body.

  She reached for him but was enfolded in a fluffy blanket and carried to a soft couch, cuddled close to Noah’s warm body. A glass of Coke was placed at her lips and she drained it, feeling a little less drowsy with the injection of sugar and caffeine. She snuggled against his shoulder and let her mind drift and the sounds of the club wrap around her. In the distance she could hear a sub moaning and the crack of what sounded like a single-tail. There was the sound of leather against flesh and the pleading of another sub for mercy.

  Riley’s hands were gentle as he unwrapped the padding around her ankle, inspecting it closely.

  “It looks okay. She didn’t pull at it very much in the swing.”

  Noah leaned over, still holding her in his arms. “Maybe we should put ice on it just to be sure.”

  Her men were in full-on protective mode. She shook her head, not bothering to lift it from Noah’s shoulder.

  “It’s fine. Practically completely healed.”

  Noah drew back so he was looking down at her. “I think we should ice it to be on the safe side.”

  “Ice? Days later? It’s fine.”

  Noah turned to Riley. “Get her some ice. I think it’s swelling.”

  Riley nodded and headed for the front room. “I think you’re right. It looks puffier.”

  She rolled her eyes and lifted her head, looking at her ankle, holding them side by side.

  “They look exactly the same.”

  “No,” Noah pointed to the outside of her ankle. “It’s a little swollen right there.”

  She craned her neck and couldn’t see a damn thing. “There’s nothing there. It’s not swollen or puffy. It’s fine.”

  Noah tapped her nose. “Do not argue with your Dom unless you want a sore bottom to go with that swollen ankle.”

  She wanted to agree enthusiastically, but Riley returned with a plastic bag of ice he placed on her ankle and another Coke. She was always thirsty after a scene and she hated the tastelessness of water. Riley kissed her toes she’d painted a cherry red.

  “Does Princess Aubrey want to stay and play more or does she want to grab some takeout and head home?”

  “Stay and p—” A huge yawn interrupted her. She chugged the Coke, knowing no amount of caffeine would keep her awake after three orgasms. She was toast and her men knew it.

  Riley grinned. “Home it is. Finish your Coke and let’s get you dressed. I’m in the mood for Chinese takeout tonight.”

  “Pizza.” Aubrey narrowed her eyes and gave them her best Dom look. Noah cracked up, holding his stomach as he laughed.

  “Princess Aubrey has spoken. Pizza for dinner.”

  Aubrey smiled to herself. Riley and Noah catered to her every whim after a scene, although she tried not to take advantage of it too often.

  Riley pouted. “She always gets what she wants.”

  She sat straight up, the blanket falling away. “Are you serious? You two outvote me ninety percent of the time. We went to Las Vegas last summer for vacation. You two spent twenty hours a day at the poker tables while I made friends in the hotel spa.”

  “Most women would love a spa vacation,” Riley teased.

  That was true. Riley and Noah had been happy to pay for day after day of every imaginable spa treatment the entire week they were there. The only thing she’d lacked was them.

  “If I hadn’t been alone the entire time it might have been okay.”

  Riley had the grace to look ashamed. “Aw, honey, we’re really sorry about that. No more leaving you alone. We promise. And I love pizza. Let’s get you dressed and home. We can run you a nice hot bath so you can soak.”

  Now that sounded like a plan she could vote for.

  “How about a back rub?”

  She was really pushing her luck but what the hell?

  Noah helped her to her feet with a chuckle. “Give her an inch, she thinks she’s a ruler. Okay, honey, a back rub, too.”

  Hot damn, she really liked this leaf her men had turned over.

  Chapter Ten

  “What the fuck?” Riley shook his head and wiped the sleep from his eyes, peering at the glowing numbers on the bedside clock. A persistent and annoying bell assailed his eardrums.

  Two in the damn morning.

  He grabbed his phone from the back pocket of his pants, tossed carelessly on the floor earlier, and silenced it with a muttered curse. He levered up and checked his messages—one from Larry Jackson urging him to come play poker, and another from Alex and Mason that Holly Golightly, their prized four-year-old filly, was starting to foal early.

  “What is it?” Noah scratched his chest as he watched Aubrey’s face to make sure she slept through the noise. Three orgasms at the club, a tummy full of pizza, a hot bath, a back rub, two more orgasms during the back rub, and she was sleeping like the dead. A car alarm going off in bed wasn’t going to rouse her.

  “Alex and Mason and Larry.” Riley kept his voice low.

  Noah scowled. “What does Larry want?”

  “Apparently they’ve got a game going against the Baldwins and want us, namely you, to come join them.”

  “Fuck that. I’m not getting out of a warm bed to play poker with a bunch of drunks.”

  Riley stood up and began pulling on his pants and looking for his socks. Noah shook his head. “You’re going? What the hell, bro?”

  “No way,” Riley snorted, picking up Noah’s jeans and tossing them to his brother. “Holly Golightly is foaling. There was a message from Alex and Mason. We need to get down to the barn.”

  “It’s too early.”

  “Tell the horse. If the foal comes early, there may be problems. I don’t want to leave Alex and Mason there by themselves.”

  Noah pulled on his jeans, shoving his feet into boots with a yawn. “Shit, why can’t horses ever foal in the daytime? It’s always at night.”

  Riley chuckled. “It always seems that way doesn’t it?” He patted his jeans pocket for his keys. “Let’s go check on things. If they don’t need us, we can come back here. If things are going bad, you can come back here with Aubrey and I’ll stay.”

  Riley’s gaze lingered on Aubrey’s face, so peaceful in repose. “I’m glad she’s here with us. The ranch is the safest place for her.”

  Noah nodded. “She’ll be fine while we’re gone. I know you want to kiss her good-bye, but you’ll wake her up. She needs her sleep.”

  Riley sighed. “I know.” He blew a kiss toward her sleeping form. “We’ll be home soon, babe. Love you.”

  Noah grabbed his hat, trying to walk softly out of the bedroom. “Come on, Romeo.”

  Riley pushed on his brother’s shoulder as they left the warmth of the house, the cold hitting them, making them shudder and shiver. “Just trying to be a good boyfriend.”

  The cab of the truck wasn’t much warmer although Riley cranked the heat as high as it would go. The drive to the barn wasn’t long enough for it to warm up anyway. He’d been colder and more miserable, but after being cuddled next to Aubrey, this weather seemed oddly harsher than usual.

  “Should we hav
e left a note for Aubrey?” Riley asked. “What if she wakes up and finds us gone?”

  “She’s dead to the world. She’ll sleep through until morning. If for some reason she does wake up, she’ll just call us. She knows it would be something important that got us out of a warm bed.”

  Riley pulled up in front of the barn, already lit up, and hurried inside, hoping their filly was having an easy time. Two hours later they were slapping each other on the back and escorting the vet to his truck. A tiny foal was now nursing in the stall with Holly, both healthy.

  “That went well,” Riley enthused. “Holly did a great job. I can’t believe we almost missed this. If Larry hadn’t sent me a text, I wouldn’t have woken up. How come you didn’t call again?”

  Mason shrugged and poured them a cup of coffee. “I figured you were already on your way. What took you so long anyway?”

  Riley wrapped his hands around the cup to warm his hands. “I slept through your text but woke up when I got a second text a few minutes later. The combination of the sounds must have finally woken me. I was happily sleeping next to the woman I love when you dragged me out of bed, asshole.”

  Alex’s eyebrows shot up. “Excuse the hell out of me. You’re singing a different tune these days. Will the lovely Aubrey become our sister-in-law soon?”

  Noah sipped his coffee. “Hope so. We haven’t asked her yet, but we’ve got the ring. We’re just waiting for the right moment.”

  “You won’t find it here. Go home to your woman.” Mason laughed. “Now that you’re wide awake you can plan your proposal.”

  Riley smiled. “Maybe we can propose when she wakes up?”

  Noah nodded, obviously warming to the idea. “Why not? A romantic breakfast in bed might just do the trick.”

  “You’ll need all the help you can get. Aubrey’s got your number. She knows both of you are trouble.” Alex grinned.

  “Yeah, and you’re a saint,” Noah joked. “She knows the good and bad. She either wants us or she doesn’t. I think she loves us, whether we deserve it or not.”

  Alex’s expression sobered. “We wish you luck. Seriously. We wish we were proposing to the woman of our dreams.”

  Mason nodded. “We’re tired of dating. We want what you have.”

  Noah stood up. “What about Sophie, Aubrey’s cousin? You seemed interested in her.”

  “She’s a total sweetheart.” Mason’s expression softened. “But she’s been so hurt. I’m not sure she can trust us enough.”

  “Be patient.” Noah put his hand on Mason’s shoulder. “Give her time. A good woman is worth it.”

  Riley shoved his hat back on his head. “Let’s get back to our woman before she realizes we left. I can’t wait to propose. She’s going to love the ring.”

  “I hope.” Noah strode toward the truck.

  Riley chuckled as he followed his brother. He was going to be an engaged man by breakfast time.

  * * * *

  By the time Aubrey was completely awake, she knew she was in big trouble. Her hands were handcuffed together, and she was being carried, bodily, out of the house. She knew immediately it wasn’t Riley or Noah. The body felt less solid, and she could hear the huffing and puffing of her abductor in the darkness as he lumbered out of the house into the cold.

  She screamed as loud as she could. “Riley! Noah! Riley! Noah!”

  No one answered her screams, and she began to panic as she realized there was no cavalry coming to save her. She struggled, trying to kick out, but he’d wrapped his hands around her legs and was holding her tightly, probably more not to drop her than to subdue her, but it had the same effect. She was effectively imprisoned in his arms. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the dark, and she could see a car with the headlights on, cutting through the inky blackness, the trunk open. The engine was still running and the exhaust billowed around them. He dumped her in the trunk but not before she caught a look at him.

  Her boss, Principal Martin Barker.

  Shit, Riley and Noah were right. It wasn’t a student.

  “Martin! Stop this right now! What are you doing?” She pushed her hands up against the trunk lid he was pushing down. He’d cuffed her hands in front of her. He paused and gave her a gentle smile.

  “It’s okay, Aubrey. I’ve come to save you. You’re going to be saved.”

  He pressed her head down, and before she knew it she was entombed in the back of his car. She tried not to panic even though she hated confined spaces. She concentrated on her breathing, trying to fight the fear taking hold and twisting her guts into a knot. Martin had looked eerily calm, as if he was taking her for a cup of coffee, not kidnapping her from her warm bed.

  Where were Noah and Riley?

  Her heart sped up as she realized Martin must have done something to them, hurt them, tied them up perhaps. Hopefully, that was all. The thought that he might have fatally wounded them was beyond imagination.

  Yet, she couldn’t imagine she would have slept through an attack on both men. She was a heavy sleeper, especially after a scene, but sleeping through a slightly out of shape high school principal attacking not one, but two, men who were prime specimens of health was simply not going to happen. No way. If Martin had attacked her men, it had been far away from where she had been sleeping. Either that, or the pizza she’d eaten earlier had been drugged.

  She shivered in the cold night air, nothing on but thin sleep shorts and a T-shirt. It would explain quite a bit if their food had been drugged. Riley and Noah ate twice as much as she had. They could be sleeping peacefully right now in the bed she’d been taken from. Would they be able to find her? Hopefully, the car would leave tracks in the melted snow and mud.

  She remembered something she’d read in one of those forwarded emails about kicking out the taillights of the car so the police would pull them over, but she was barefoot and if she needed to run, she didn’t want to have cuts on her feet. She tried feeling around for something to wrap around her hands so she could punch out the lights. She felt around the dark trunk, but the lights were behind a heavy barrier she wasn’t sure she could tear away.

  The car seemed to accelerate hard, and she rolled toward the back, almost bumping her head. She then remembered there was supposed to be a trunk release lever in the trunk and started to feel for it, but if there had been one, it was now gone. He must have removed it ahead of time.

  Fuck. She was really trapped.

  The road was rough, and she was tossed all over, making her stomach roil and her back hurt each time she came down on it. She tried bracing herself but it did little to stop the jarring. She breathed a sigh of relief when the car came to a stop and the engine was turned off. She braced herself, ready to make a run for it at a moment’s notice. The trunk didn’t open immediately, and she strained to hear what was going on outside.

  When the lid finally lifted, Martin had a gun pointed directly in her face. She froze in shock. This was Montana, and pretty much everyone owned a gun, but somehow she’d never pictured her citified boss as a man who carried one.

  “Yes, I know how to shoot it.” He answered her unspoken question. “I want you to climb out of the trunk. Slowly. Don’t make this a production. The sooner you’re done, the sooner we’ll go inside and get warm.”

  The idiot had brought her to his own fucking home. She knew it was his as his name was clearly stenciled on the mailbox next to the driveway. She sat up carefully, wincing at the bruises she’d acquired during the ride.

  “You’re a lousy driver, Martin.”

  “Shut up.”

  Her teeth were chattering, so it was difficult to ask him what he was planning to do. She wanted to punch him in the stomach, but the gun was mere inches from her so instead she slowly swung her legs over and then used her restrained hands to push herself out of the trunk, her bare feet landing in a pile of cold slush. Now that she wasn’t freaking out about being locked in a small space, she felt her anger building. First chance she got, she was going to kick his ass from here t
o Billings.

  He grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the door and into the house. The house was warm, and she started to slowly defrost as he pulled her toward a chair by the fireplace. She struggled against him, sure he wasn’t strong enough to keep hold of her. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back before drawing back his arm and backhanding her hard across the face. She would have gone down but he kept hold of her hair. Pain exploded in her head and stars danced in front of her eyes.

  “Bitch! You’re making this harder on yourself.” He pointed the gun inches from her face. “If you don’t behave, I’ll hurt those McLean men. I don’t think you want either of them getting shot, do you? I could hide somewhere and shoot them. No one would ever know it was me.”

  “I don’t believe you.” Aubrey could already feel her lip swelling. “Where are Noah and Riley?” She looked around the small cabin and it looked like a tornado had gone through it. Clothes and papers were strewn everywhere. “You live like a pig, Martin.”

  Martin laughed as he shoved her down into a wooden chair hard. She was still woozy from being hit as he unlocked the cuffs, pulled her arms behind the tall back of the chair, and tied her with rope. He knelt and tied her ankles to the chair legs then stood back and surveyed his handiwork.

  “My housekeeping won’t be a problem for much longer. Noah and Riley McLean are at the Bandit playing poker, so don’t expect them to come and save you. By the time they get home, probably drunk, they’ll find the note you left them.”

  “I didn’t leave them a note, you asshole.” Her cheek was really starting to ache where he’d hit her.

  Martin walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey, pouring a generous measure into a glass. “Actually, you did. I wrote it for you. You told them you didn’t love them anymore and couldn’t take their drinking and gambling. You’re in love with someone else. By the time they sober up, it will be too late.”

  Too late for what? That doesn’t sound good.