Trained by Three Panthers [Caves of Correction 3]

by Cara Adams

  Colter watched her face as various expressions chased each other across it. First was excitement and pleasure, then concern, followed by thoughtfulness. She was a damn smart woman. She was already thinking about whether it would be workable for her to take an extra week.

  “Your Alpha is a clever man. My boss definitely will hate me staying away longer. But he would hate it even worse if it was mentioned on the news that because of the hurricane everyone was offered replacement time and my employer wouldn’t let me stay. He’ll be madder than a hornet, but he won’t dare refuse.”

  “Will the company pay for the extra time?” asked Asher.

  “The time doesn’t matter. I’ve got a lot of leave I haven’t used. My usual problem is convincing my boss to cope without me. It’s not that I’m irreplaceable at all, just that he’s damn lazy and prefers me to cover for him all the time. I’ll enjoy staying here longer. There are so many things we haven’t done yet.” She stared at him, and he smiled back at her. “We plan to do some of them tonight.”

  “Excellent. Shall we go down to the dungeon and get started?”

  “Don’t you want to ask us more questions?” Declan asked.

  “What for? We won’t know the details of my stay until after I talk to my boss, and the easiest way for me to find out what you’ve planned for tonight is for me to do it.”

  “Did you enjoy your dinner?” Asher asked.

  “Dinner?”

  She paused and Colter knew she was trying to not think about the dungeon while she remembered back an hour ago.

  “Oh, yes, thank you it was delicious. The food here has been wonderful.”

  But it was very obvious that all her thoughts were on the dungeon scene she’d so correctly guessed they were about to play. Her eyes had a faraway look in them that instantly told him all he needed to know about where her thoughts were right now. Damn, that was wonderful news. She’d checked so many boxes, and the small amount of time they’d spent had been positive, but the fact that she was eager to learn more about BDSM, that she’d asked to go into the dungeon, that she’d refused to wait until tomorrow even though she must be tired, was the best sign yet that she was so very compatible for them. A mate who wasn’t interested in the dungeon would still be loved and cherished. But adding BDSM to their marriage would enrich it so much more than a vanilla lifestyle could.

  Colter sighed with relief.

  Chapter Six

  Declan watched her delicious ass sway down the stairs into the dungeon ahead of him. She was wearing a T-shirt with a sweater over it and shorts, which surprised him a little, until he remembered her complaints about only being permitted a carry-on suitcase. He supposed all her jeans were wet or dirty so she had to wear shorts. But that was fine by him. He liked the look of her long, bare legs.

  Her skin was only very lightly tanned, so he knew she didn’t get out into the sunshine nearly as often as he did. But likely that was because of her work. She hadn’t sunburned at all the days they’d been together, and they’d been outside in glorious weather all day each day.

  She surprised him by walking across to the spanking bench and sitting on it with her legs crossed. He’d never seen her cross her legs before and guessed she was doing it deliberately but had no idea why. It did show off their sleek, silky length, but any position would do that.

  “Undress and wait for your Masters,” Colter ordered.

  “You know, it’s always me who has to undress. I think that’s rather unfair. There are four people in this room. At the very least, if one is expected to be naked, two should be, just for mathematical balancing purposes.”

  Declan couldn’t help the little snort of laughter that burst out of him. Hell yes. Life was so much better with a woman who had a sharp brain and a smart mouth.

  Colter took a whip off the wall and cracked it through the air. “Do not argue with your Masters. Undress now.”

  Without seeming to move at all, Kenz was standing on the spanking bench. She turned her back to them, lifted her arms up high, slowly pulled her sweater over her head, then shook her shiny shoulder-length brown hair out of its neat ponytail, and, finally, dropped the sweater off her arms and onto the floor. She lifted a foot up and let her flip-flop drop, then did the same thing with the other one.

  Declan’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped as she walked to the far end of the spanking bench before shimmying her hips, wiggling her ass, and pulling her shorts down. Only then did she turn and face them, her shorts balanced on one bare foot extended out in front of her. She flipped them into the air, and Declan found himself lunging to catch her clothing.

  He supposed he should be surprised she was walking up and down the spanking bench without looking at the placement of her feet, as if she was on solid ground. Of course, a bench wasn’t as narrow as a gymnastic balance beam, but it wasn’t as smooth as something meant for walking on such as the tiled floor either. At least he knew now why she’d had her legs crossed. It’d somehow given her the leverage to jump up onto the furniture. Likely it was another trick her father had taught her. Learning about her was like opening one of those Russian matryoshka dolls. Every time they exposed one layer there was another one inside.

  Asher started stamping his feet, slapping his hands, and chanting, “Strip, strip, strip.”

  Declan laughed and joined in. Colter stared at them, then grinned and stomped along with them.

  Kenz smiled widely at them from her perch on the spanking bench, wiggled her breasts at them, and removed her T-shirt inch by teasing inch. As she passed it over her head, momentarily blindfolding herself, Colter stepped forward, grabbed her in his arms, and sat on the bench, flipping her over his knee.

  “It’s time you learned to behave, you naughty sub.”

  Declan sighed. He’d been enjoying her show, but Colter was right. The sub was supposed to obey, not take charge. But hell, it’d been extremely enjoyable. Of course, what was about to come next would be even better.

  While Colter spanked her with his hands, Declan and Asher raced over to the drawers in the counter to prepare the scene as they’d previously planned it. But he couldn’t stop smiling at Kenz’s clever way of taking charge, even if it was only for a few minutes. Asher helped Colter remove her underwear and then lay Kenz on the spanking bench, and the three of them buckled her wrists and ankles into the restraints. Declan locked a set of handcuffs from each of her wrists to the metal structure of the spanking bench as well. If her lock-picking skills were as good as they appeared to be, nothing would keep her still for long, but hopefully she would choose to stay in position for the game, although it wouldn’t surprise him if she decided to unlock the restraints just because she could.

  It was much easier to punish her properly on the spanking bench than it had been with her on the floor. She was at the perfect height for them all, and they were able to use all their skills to demonstrate a variety of strokes, paces, and techniques on the delicious canvas of her ass, shoulders, and thighs.

  Colter whipped her until the pink of her ass where he’d spanked her was heightened by a series of parallel lines from his whip. Asher concentrated his flogger on her shoulders making them sweetly pink, and Declan paddled her thighs until they were rosy red. While his brothers punished her he watched Kenz’s body language to ensure she was enjoying the punishment. It was intended to heighten her arousal, to raise her to a peak where she longed for their cocks to bring her release.

  Declan could smell her cream. It didn’t need his panther’s heightened senses to know how wet her cunt had gotten. But it was her faint movements, the little wiggles and the hiss she gave from time to time, that illustrated to him most clearly that she was a very willing participant in the proceedings.

  He realized that because of her teasing they hadn’t begun the scene as they’d intended to do, reminding her of her safe word—paycheck. It was an odd choice of word and he wanted to find out why she’d chosen it. But now was most definitely not the correct time to do that. Later woul
d be fine. After they’d fucked her and after they’d talked to her about becoming their mate. The evening was just beginning, and while he didn’t want to rush any stage, it was all planned as a lead up to the most important question of all—asking Kenz to be with the three of them forever.

  * * * *

  Her ass was hotter than fire, and her libido was screaming for the men to take her to bed. Mackenzie could never remember being this desperate for a man’s touch. Two minutes on the spanking bench had told her indisputably that she liked being punished. Well, she’d guessed that already, but this time had accentuated the feelings. Sure if they’d left her here she would have been able to escape. Undoing buckles was baby simple, and even the handcuffs weren’t that tricky, especially since by raising her shoulders and turning her head she’d be able to see what she was doing.

  However, escaping was the one thing she wouldn’t be doing anytime soon. She wanted more of this delicious torture. More touches from their big, hard hands, more teasing sensations from lightly trailed flogger strands, more glimpses of feet and hands as they moved around the spanking bench, and more hints of their own desire from the flashes she saw of thick cocks outlined by tight denim jeans, right at her eye level.

  Hell yeah. They were as aroused as she was, and that was five-alarm-fire hot.

  She sensed Asher leaning over her, and then he was rubbing ice up and down her back. Not over her ass, which was fiery hot, but over the length of her back where she hadn’t been punished. Kenz had no idea why, even when both the other brothers leaned over her as well.

  She smelled burning, a flame, and realized what was about to happen at the exact moment when a scorching blob of candle wax landed on her back. The damp cold from the ice likely prevented it from burning her too badly, but she still gave an involuntary flinch as it landed and only just prevented herself from yelling.

  Kenz forced herself to relax as Colter dripped more candle wax up and down her back. Asher was still rubbing ice on places on her back where the wax was to be put, and Declan was holding the candles and passing them to Colter, who was the one doing the artwork.

  Kenz liked that all of them were equally involved in decorating her skin. She appreciated the surprise of the act. She never would have thought they were planning this, which made it both dramatic and special, as well as fun.

  The candles were lightly scented, and there were different scents. One was vanilla, and another, a lemony fragrance. A third she decided was roses, and the final one, lilac. That made her wonder if the wax was different colors, white, yellow, pink, and blue. Or maybe it was mostly her imagination. She went to push her glasses up her nose before remembering that her hands were bound and handcuffed, and she hadn’t bothered to free them. The men were right here and would release her at the appropriate time.

  Once again the three men were moving around the room, and then she heard several clicks as Asher stood at the foot of the spanking bench. He’d taken some photographs of her back. That was awesome. Presumably he’d show her the wax on her skin and she’d get to see their artwork.

  Colter and Declan unfastened her handcuffs and the restraints and then sat her up. Her ass was damn sore against the bench, but Kenz didn’t mind. She was intensely aroused and more than ready to have sex once again with these men. It was strange. She’d spent so much time with them lately, more than she’d spent with most of her dates, entire days on the beach or at the lake. It was rather like going on vacation with a boyfriend, except this island was their home.

  For a brief moment Kenz felt a sharp shard of envy that they lived in this beautiful place, with the beach on their doorstep. Of course, she wasn’t quite so enamored of the hurricanes, but she believed the men when they said the last one had been fifteen years ago. One hurricane every fifteen years she could cope with, although undoubtedly they were right and it’d take a lot of work to clean up the island before it was suitable for visitors again.

  But none of that mattered. The climate here was wonderful, the people were friendly, and it was a damn shame she was going back to the dull, dreary drag of her apartment and her job in just a few days. Even if she did stay here an extra week, and there was no guarantee that would happen, all that meant was that her normal, boring life would resume a week later. She’d be back to long days at a job she didn’t much like, and weekends filled with housework and chores. The outings with her friends and occasional lunches with people she worked with were the only color and brightness in her life.

  However, her father was right. Never would she willingly discard what he’d worked so hard for her to have. A home in a respectable neighborhood where she would walk to the store in the evenings without fear of being mugged. A job that paid well enough that she could save a little nest egg in case of emergency. A salary that had let her come here to experience this one amazing week which was destined to shine in her memory for many years. Spectacular scenery, warm ocean waters, the discovery that she liked BDSM, and ménage sex with three of the sweetest, most thoughtful, and sexiest men she’d ever seen.

  That was the real pity. That she couldn’t take them home with her and bring them out in bed from time to time. Well, she’d have her memories. And possibly a picture of her back covered in candle wax.

  Asher showed her his cell phone with the picture of their wax artwork on it. “Ah, I thought you’d used different colors. I was right.”

  “How did you guess?” Declan asked.

  “The scents. Vanilla, lemon, roses, and lilacs.”

  “That’s an important facet of BDSM you’ve learned. The sub doesn’t need to see to know what’s happening. A sub learns to use her other senses to make up for whichever one is missing,” Colter said.

  Kenz looked down at the cell phone to hide the grin trying to break out across her face. To copy Colter’s words, that was something else she’d learned, not about BDSM but about these men. Colter always had to have the last word. He was definitely the bossiest one.

  “Stand up straight so we can take the wax off now,” Declan said.

  Kenz stood, but she had no idea how they’d remove it. She’d assumed they could pick it off in the shower or something like that. Instead, Declan and Asher held plastic rectangles which looked very similar to ice scrapers to her, and gently loosened the top of the wax near her neck. Much faster than she’d expected, they lifted the sheet off and held it up to show her. Some bits fell off, but she was left with a back-sized piece of wax with swirling pastel colors. She was almost sad to see them throw it away. It was a pretty piece of abstract art.

  Colter brushed the last few pieces of wax from her back, while Declan brushed some bits off the spanking bench.

  “Are you ready to come to bed with us?”

  “Are you aroused?”

  “Do you feel hot and needy? Or perhaps we need to spank you some more,” Colter said, finishing the comments of his brothers.

  “I’m ready now, Masters,” she replied, careful to add the “Masters” as her ass was quite sore enough already without her being spanked some more.

  Asher picked her up and whisked her up the stairs. Declan was right behind them and pushed past them to pull the bedding off her bed so Asher could drop her onto it. He set her facedown, and once again Declan was right there with the lube, touching the ring of her rosette and slathering it with slippery ointment.

  Kenz sighed happily, parted her legs wider, and relaxed onto the mattress while Declan opened her ass. He rubbed some of the ointment into her ass cheeks, as well as into her muscles. The picture of the wax on her back had shown her ass as quite a strong pink, but she was certain it wouldn’t bruise. The men were much too careful to really hurt her. Besides, she was more than ready to be fucked again. The first time they’d made love to her had been amazing. Ménage sex was unbelievably good, and she was more than ready to do it all again.

  This time it seemed Declan would have her ass. Asher had been in her cunt last time. Since Declan had switched from her mouth to her ass, she suppose
d Asher would have her mouth this time and Colter her cunt but it was all guesswork. Three men made the possible positions even more amazing than for one man. Besides, she would be very surprised if any of these men generally fucked in the missionary position. It didn’t seem to be their style at all.

  Kenz rocked back on Declan’s fingers in her ass, enjoying his steady massaging around her rosette and how his digits slipped inside to soften and stretch the tissues there as well. She was surprised to notice that her body recognized Declan’s touch. Even if she didn’t already know which one it was crouched between her legs, the way he touched her would have told her. Declan was the one who liked to laugh, the humorist, the light-hearted one, and his fingers exemplified that. He touched her softly, teasingly, arousing her with every movement.

  Colter’s hands were bigger and harder, and Asher’s fingers were longer and slimmer. She’d always know which one of them was which because their personalities were completely unique.

  Kenz’s mind was whirring with her thoughts. It wasn’t just the beautiful island that she liked. It wasn’t just that the men were kind and caring. It wasn’t even that the sex was mind-blowing. It was the whole package. These damn Caves of Correction people had given her a complete package that she wanted to live on with. She didn’t want to go home with wonderful memories. She wanted to stay here and make even more and better memories.

  Colter, Declan, and Asher were the perfect men for her. Each one was different. Each one brought his own personality and gifts to the ménage. Each one was an integral part of the whole. She needed all three of them to be happy.

  Holy shit! I’m in love with three fucking panthers! Three fucking panthers whose job it is to make love to women!

  They’d spoken very briefly about panther habits. Did that mean they were interested in her, or was it just that they were being honest and giving her background on themselves? They’d seemed happy with the idea of her staying on for an extra week, even though since she wasn’t paying for it presumably they wouldn’t earn any money by her remaining here. Did that mean they liked her?