Kidnapped at the Gun Show [Ransomed Hearts] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (13 page)

“Miss Brennan?”

The agent’s use of her name registered through her muddled brain, and she turned back to him. Nice-looking fellow, as tall as Riley, broad shouldered, dark hair cut stylishly over his ears. Not as handsome as either of her men but ruggedly attractive.

Sara closed her eyes and took a second to regroup. Her head needed to be in the real world for at least a few more minutes. When she looked up, Special Agent Donnelly was watching.

“Miss Brennan, can you give me the names of the women we need to protect?”

“Emma Warner and Paige Easterling. They both live in Dallas.”

Agent Thomas looked up from his notepad, one brow lifted in question. “Paige Easterling?” He turned to his fellow agent with a grin and then resumed studying her. Sara felt the beginnings of a wariness of this man and his intentions toward her friends slip into her consciousness, and she shivered. Something was going on here that didn’t make sense, but she recognized his intent. He looked almost predatory for a moment before his business face reappeared. “How well do you know Miss Easterling?

“She’s my best friend.”

“Does she have any family that you know of?”

“Of course. Her parents live in Houston, and I think her brother, Noah, does, too.”

Agent Thomas smiled. “Thanks. We’ll get right on this.”

“As soon as you share the information you have on your former employer,” the other agent added.

Sara turned her face to Riley, waiting for his permission to speak, and was rewarded with a warm look and a nod.

“Last summer, when we were very busy, the office computer couldn’t keep up with the billing records. I couldn’t get a straight answer from my boss about a new computer, so I started using a Surekeep account for storage. I moved most of the files there. I checked this morning, and the information is still on file.”

“Will you agree to turn this information over to the NSA and the FBI?”

“Yes, of course.”

Riley handed her a notepad, and she wrote down the web address and her log-in information. There were other papers for her to sign, one was notarized, and they were able to leave. She saw Kale pause next to one of the agents, his head bent while they shared a quick conversation. It looked intense, and she wanted to know what was going on, but Riley took her elbow and led her out of the conference room.

Walking past the two NSA agents, Sara overheard a strange conversation. “This is going to be a hell of an interesting job,” said the agent who took her friends’ information. The other man just laughed, and a kernel of worry formed in her gut.

Kale joined them just before the elevator doors opened and the three of them stepped inside together.

Just the three of them.

As the doors closed, Kale jerked her into his arms. “Do not ever leave us out of a decision concerning your welfare. We will protect you with our lives, and you will allow us to participate without question.”

Riley stroked her head, his hand gliding down to her shoulder then fisting in her hair. “If you decide you don’t want to be with us, tell us. We won’t keep you against your will, but running away without a word is just heartless.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, the near pain in her scalp causing tingles of desire to bubble under her skin. “I thought I was protecting you.”

“Not your job, sweetheart.”

Kale kissed her hard, and they both let her go as the elevator door opened into the garage. Kale put her into the backseat and joined her. Riley backed out of the parking slot, and she caught his expression in the rearview mirror. He was pissed.

“You do understand there are consequences to your actions?” he asked.

She looked to Kale for support, but his expression was fierce. So much for divide and conquer.

“What are you talking about?” she asked.

“We’re going to punish you when we get home. You scared us both by running away, and you were disrespectful when you didn’t trust us to protect and care for you.” Kale’s tone wasn’t exactly harsh, but it didn’t bode well. His eyes might have been bright with desire, but his face was couched in pain. What she’d done to them emotionally finally set in. Now that her friends were safe, she realized her distrust of their ability to protect her had wounded them in a way she hadn’t expected.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think, just acted on instinct.”

No response. Both men were closed off from her, and she wondered what they had planned for her. They wouldn’t hurt her, but how else could they punish her?

The sound of their silence grated on her nerves all the way back to Riley’s home, and the drive seemed to take forever. Twice, she tried to start a conversation, but she was the only person talking. If silence was her punishment, she’d be begging for forgiveness in short order.

When the garage door closed behind them, Riley got out and walked inside without a word, leaving her with Kale. Still silent, he motioned for her to move ahead of him. The minute she stepped into the house, Kale put a hand to her shoulder. “Stop here and strip.”

She wanted to argue, but his expression was demanding, dominating. With care, she slipped her shoes off and removed her clothes. It wasn’t sexy, it wasn’t a striptease. It was strictly functional. When she was bare, Kale’s hand cupped the nape of her neck and directed her into the living room, where Riley waited.

A strange-looking padded sawhorse sat in the middle of the room. Kale walked her straight to the thing and said, “Spread your feet.”

Sara looked down and gasped. Leather cuffs hung off the legs of the sawhorse about two inches from the floor. “What is this thing?” she asked.

No answer. Instead, Kale guided her over the padded top, her belly fitting into the saddle-like area, and she realized there were cuffs near the floor on this side, too. Riley squatted in front of her, and he extended his hand to her.

His eyes never left hers as she put her hand into his. Anger still simmered, but her willingness to put herself in his care must have reached some part of him, because the rough expression softened just a little. Sara’s breath caught with the feeling of being trapped between both men. Kale’s hand went to her ankle at the same moment Riley wrapped the leather restraint around her wrist. They repeated the process on her left side, and she was done. Strapped to the bench, unable to move.

Silence and restraint.

She could hear them moving around her, the sound of their soft footsteps echoing within the emptiness of conversation. Sara closed her eyes, using her ears to place them in the room, stretching her senses to test the tension level, but she wasn’t that good at judging their emotions without seeing their faces or body language, so she assessed herself.

Remorseful, naked, slightly uncomfortable on the contraption where they’d placed her, and frustrated.

How was she supposed to make amends in this position?

Thwack.

Sara’s entire being became engulfed in the sensation of pain. Her bottom burned and her heart pounded. Lifting her head, she watched as two pairs of boots stepped in front of her. Kale and Riley each had a long leather paddle dangling from one hand.

Riley spoke first. “We’re going to take turns, sweetheart. If you relax, the pain will turn into pleasure. But tonight, the pleasure will be ours, not yours.”

Kale squatted, letting her see his face. “You will not come without permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“If you can’t take the pain, tell us. We’ll find another consequence for you. But you will still be punished.”

“I trust you. Both of you.”

“Good girl,” both of them murmured.

Their feet disappeared, and Sara let her head fall, trying to relax as much as the position allowed. The next slap of the paddle fell before she could loosen her muscles, and she clinched against the pain. A warm palm landed on the branded skin, rubbing the sting into her tingling rump. She let go of the discomfort, breathing deeply. Another leather pop fell on her other cheek and the sharp edge of pain began to grow. They picked up the pace, each taking a side and raining blows across her butt.

Sara panted, taking the torturous slap of the strap, each blow a little softer, a little harder, or a different angle from the last. After every third or fourth blow, a hand would work its way across her stinging flesh, a gentle reminder of their affection. Each time their hands caressed her, she relaxed a little more.

Again, the paddle fell across her hip. But this time, the sting penetrated differently. The sizzle of the blow worked below her skin, finding its way to her clit and starting an altogether new fire. Sara felt her body clench around an invisible cock, need pulsing through her body and pushing an enormous arousal into being.

She moaned when the next blow fell and again when Kale’s hand rubbed the sting deeper.

He knew.

The thought stunned her.

The paddle fell two more times, then Riley’s hand tapped a rhythm across her skin, and instead of flinching, Sara pushed against his hand, a silent re quest for more.

Two rough laughs met her ears, and the spanking stopped.

She cried out, wanting, needing more. Sara even tried a whimpered “please,” but Kale and Riley waited. Desire pulsed inside her, consuming her until she felt like her skin would burst from the tension.

A hand slipped between her legs, dipping into the moisture coating her lips, and she shouted with frustration as it withdrew before she could reach for orgasm.

“Not without permission, Sara. You must obey.”

“Yes, Riley.” Sara’s breath sawed in and out while she waited for their next move, hoping for permission to climax before she exploded.

A lighter slap of the paddle connected to her back, and Sara flinched, the pain radiating immediately to the focal points of her arousal. Her breasts ached in time with the pulse of her vaginal walls, and all she could do was surrender to their directions.

Two hands cupped her face. Kale. She lifted her eyes to his as much as she could. His face was clouded with need. He bent to release the wrist restraints and tapped her cheek. “Open for me.”

She did as he asked, and his thick cock slid onto her tongue. She lapped and sucked greedily, hoping to please him and get permission to come. The desire to pleasure him overwhelmed her, until all she could feel was his need. He pumped into her mouth, pushing deep, pausing at the back of her throat then sliding out until only the head of his cock lay on her bottom lip. He repeated the sequence again and again, until she was mesmerized by his rhythm.

Riley breached her core, sliding deep with one thrust, and she gasped. He grasped her sore hips to hold her in place and leaned across her back. The feel of his taut belly against her hypersensitive ass started a rapid pulse within her, and she cried out.

“Not yet, Sara,” he groaned. “You don’t get to come until both of us are finished. Do you understand?”

“I can’t stop,” she sobbed.

“Yes, you can. Control your body, or we will both pull out and wait until you cool down. Then we’ll start again.”

She nodded, willing to try, wanting to give them her all. She fought her body’s response, tamping down the ecstasy rising within her and focusing on pleasing Kale and Riley.

She opened her mouth and took Kale deep. Riley pushed forward, and they began to literally blow her mind. She lost track of time and place, even of the discomfort of the leather still around her ankles. All she felt was the pleasure she gave them and they returned. Kale thickened between her lips, his cock hardening even more, and he began to throb. She swallowed against him, reveling in his groan of satisfaction. Hot liquid splashed against her throat, and she swallowed every drop he gave her.

Another shout from behind her, and she felt Riley flexing and pulsing. His thumbs dug into the soft tissue of her lips and pressed her wide open to bury his cock deeper as he released, his orgasm filling her.

She could feel her body reeling in need. She wanted to come. It was torture, the waiting, the heat flooding her from both sides of her body.

Kale’s hands slipped under her to cup her breasts. He rolled the tips into tight buds. “Come for us, Sara.”

She screamed, her body splintering into a million shards of sensation. Never had she felt so much, so completely satisfied. Her orgasm rocked and slammed against her skin until she fell limp against the padded bench.

* * * *

Riley eased out of her body, Sara’s still-contracting pussy protesting his exit. His heart beat rapidly, and he sucked in air like he’d just run a marathon. One glance told him Kale was in the same shape. But they couldn’t sit around recovering. They had more important things to do. Already, Kale was on the floor, his arms wrapped around her, cuddling her close. Riley leaned over, resting his head on Sara’s bare ass while he jerked the Velcro restraints open.

Together, he and Kale lifted her limp body from the bench, and Kale took her in his arms. Riley moved ahead of him, going straight through the bedroom and into the bath. He could hear Sara’s crooning comments as he started the water and added a liberal amount of bath salts.

Riley stepped into the oversized tub and sat at one end, opening his arms. Kale lowered her into the tub, her back resting against Riley’s chest as the water level rose, creeping over their bodies.