Stormbound (7 page)

Say it.
“Protection.”

Narah looked as if she’d never heard the word, and Briant’s expression wasn’t much different. Levi had no idea where the thought had come from.

“Maybe it doesn’t matter,” he muttered.
I don’t want to be responsible or real.

“Yeah,” Briant said, “it does, damn it. Let me— Yeah, I have condoms in my wallet. What about you?”

“No.”

“Why the hell not?”

Don’t want to go there.
“The need hasn’t come up for a long time.”

“Because you’re still getting over the divorce and haven’t been sending out the right vibes,” she said.

“And you know all about the language of sex?” Damn her. Even when she tested him, he still wanted to fuck her. “You, who says she doesn’t need a man in her life.”

Briant snorted. “What if you two duke it out? I’ll be right back. Fortunately I carry more than one.”

Even before Briant left, Levi lost interest in arguing. Needing back the emotion and desire that had brought him into the room, he walked over to the window and stared out.

There might be another world somewhere, a place defined by carnal energy. It would be peopled by those who didn’t give a damn about convention. He’d fit in. Hell, he might become one of the rulers.

“What do you see?” she asked.

It’s what I’m thinking that matters.
“Snow. A lot of it.”

“Not letting up?”

“No.”

“Good.”

Much as he wanted to ask her to explain why she’d said what she had, he couldn’t put his mind to the task. Given how much snow was falling, there should be more on the trees, but every time it started piling up, the wind slammed into the branches, shaking off the accumulation. Treetops whipped about. The wind-caused groaning was a constant, and he felt sorry for any creature caught in it. He wouldn’t be surprised if the lodge was sustaining some damage. Good. That meant more work for him, no need to leave.

He wasn’t alone. A woman, a female body, was waiting for him. His to do with as he wanted.

Elk lived in this part of the country. He’d gone hunting a few times but had never killed one. Now he was glad, because he felt their essence out there, waiting for him to draw from their strength and confidence.

Yeah, that was what was happening. A part of him was turning into a bull elk. He wanted one thing in life: a receptive female.

Strong and assertive, he spun around. Winter cold touched his back, but it couldn’t hold its own against the inner fever driving him. Briant had returned, but he didn’t care. Head held high and balls tight, Levi stalked toward her. Her hands still between her thighs, she leaned forward and nodded.

“You’re ready,” she said. “That’s what this is about.”

“Yeah. The time for backing down’s over.”

“I won’t. Bring it on. Bring it the hell on.”

“What the hell did I miss?” Briant asked, but Levi had no interest in answering him.

“No missionary position,” he bit out.

“Fine with me.” Her smile reminded him of a self-satisfied cat.

“Hey,” Briant said. “I’m part of this. Don’t forget.”

Levi believed he’d seen every emotion from joy to grief but never anything as intense as what lay inside Narah today. One thing he had no doubt of: she didn’t understand herself any better than he did himself. It didn’t matter. Only action, heat, and satisfaction did.

“Yeah,” he told Briant, “you’re on the agenda, but I get her first.”

Briant dropped the packets on the bed. “You think—”

“This isn’t up for negotiation.” He planted his hands on her knees and drew the scent of her arousal deep into his lungs. “I’m herd leader right now, not you. I know what you want,” he told Narah. “Rough. Having it taken from you. None of that civilized crap.”

Withdrawing a hand from its hiding place, she swiped his mouth and coated it with her juices. “How’s that for civilized?” Grabbing her nipple, she pulled and twisted. Pain contorted her features, but she didn’t stop abusing herself. “That what you have in mind?”

“You’re damn right, he does.” Briant walked around to the other side of the bed, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her back and down. The instant she landed on the bed, Briant pressed on her shoulders, keeping her upper body flat. “Guess I’m not out of the loop after all. I know what the two of you want, same as me.”

Narah’s hands were splayed over her thighs, and the light from the lamp she’d turned on when they came into the room glinted off her fingers. Her hair spread out like a halo, but there was nothing of an angel in her.

Yes, devil woman driving him crazy. Wanting to be driven crazy herself.

“On your belly, bitch,” Levi commanded. “Knees bent and breasts kissing the spread.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered.

Master. His to dominate, to own.

“That’s right.” Briant growled and slapped her breasts. “About damn time you learned your place. You’re going to do as you’re told, got it? Anything we want, we’ll take it.”

She tried to look back at Briant. “Yes, Master.”

Had he caught fire? Of course the answer was no, but something new was happening to him. Cupping his cock in his palms, Levi studied her every move as she worked herself into position. Briant could have helped her. Instead, Briant repeatedly raked her shoulder blades, leaving behind thin white lines. They weren’t anything like what he imagined whip marks would make, but the thought was enough to draw him deeper into fantasy.

This was no longer a lodge. Hell no. It had recreated itself as a dungeon. His slave-catching partner and he had captured a new subject and brought her into this barred room to begin her slave training.

Wide-eyed, their captive gripped the bars and stared out at what represented the freedom she’d lost. Breasts heaving, she faced her captors. “What’s going to happen to me, Masters?”

“Damn it!” Levi snapped. “I don’t want to have to repeat myself. Get that ass up.”

She lifted her head and tried to look over her shoulder at him, but Briant pushed her back down. Levi had to hand it to her for being able to deeply bend her knees without the use of her upper body. Too impatient to wait for her to spread her legs and display the goods, he shoved on her inner thighs. He kept at his task until he figured any more and she ran the risk of pulling a muscle.

“What are you seeing?” Briant asked. “I need to know, damn it.”

His hands shook a bit as he zeroed in on her. His reaction had nothing to do with feeling out of his element. He’d never been this confident.

“Levi? Master?” Narah’s voice was muffled because her right cheek was on the spread. “Are you going to touch me?”

Is it snowing? Same answer to both questions.

His mind swirling, Levi focused on her cunt. Moisture coated it, and he had spotted her clit. Smiling thinly, he tried to grasp the nub between thumb and forefinger, but it was too slippery.

“She’s been a naughty little slave,” he told Briant. “She let herself get excited without asking permission.” He made another unsuccessful attempt to capture her clit.

“Then she’ll have to be punished.”

Narah cradled her cheek with her hands. The new position did little to improve her view of her world, not that he wanted her to see what was going on.

“That she does. I don’t suppose you brought the floggers.”

“Sorry. Next time.”

Next time.
“And restraints.” He gripped her ankles to make his point. “We don’t want her getting away.”

“I’d try to run,” she muttered. “Fight and struggle. You’d have to tie me down.”

“Or use chains. A collar locked around her neck.”

Damn, but Briant had made a fine suggestion. Levi again studied her, mentally sealing her wrists and ankles under metal as he did. She was his sex slave all right, his well-trained little slut. Her world revolved around pleasing her master. He’d punish her for the slightest infractions and sometimes even when she hadn’t done anything wrong. Desperate to escape the lash and court his pleasure, she’d grovel at his feet. He wouldn’t have to command her to take his cock into her mouth. His lusty slave could hardly wait to expose him, trembling in anticipation as she waited to be granted permission.

And he would. Hell yes, he would!

“Her sex hole’s gaping,” he told Briant. “And dripping. Without permission.”

“Teach the slut the error of her ways.”

Damn straight.
“You are a disobedient little slave. What was it? You thought we wouldn’t notice you’d been playing with yourself?”

“You were gone, Master. Both of you. I, ah, was so lonely. So hungry.”

“But this isn’t your body.” Taking aim, he tapped her pussy with the flat of his hand. “It belongs to us. It has since the day we branded our initials into your breasts.” He struck her again.

“Ah!”

“Silence, slave! You know we hate hearing you snivel.” He slapped her a third time.

Her buttocks shuddered, and she tried to close her legs. “Ah, Master, please. Please!”

“What? Too much for you?”

“No.”

“Good, because I’m just getting started.”

Landing a blow right where he wanted wasn’t easy, but he helped his cause by grabbing an ass cheek and pulling it as far out of the way as possible. That done, he repeatedly smacked her labia. Every time he did, she jumped and cursed.

Slick drops kept oozing from her. Damn, but he loved punishing her this way! Maybe as much as she loved being punished.

“Yes, yes, hell yes,” she bleated and wiggled her rear end at him.

“Hey,” Briant snapped. “Hold on, we might have a problem.”

Stop? How?
“What the hell are you talking about?”

“She’s about to go off on her own.”

“Shit.” His body was like stretched wire. Much more, and he’d snap.

“Don’t stop, please,” she begged.

“Shut up, slave! Damn it, Levi, don’t let her have her way.”

Briant was right. Fighting himself, he leaned back a little. “Damn straight. We don’t want her to have all the fun.” He fisted his hand to keep it off her pussy.

“Damn you. Goddamn you.”

“That sure as hell doesn’t sound like a slave,” Levi snapped. “What are we going to do with her? Chain her arms over her head so she can’t touch herself and leave her to think about her transgressions?”

She groaned. “Oh shit. Wait a minute.”

“What’s the problem?” he asked.

She wiggled her ass at him. “My back’s hurting, and I’m getting a kink in my neck.”

Damn reality! “Not my problem.”

“I’m not going to be much good to any of us if I get a cramp. Time for a shift.”

No! I’m running the show, not you.
“Be the hell quick about it, whatever you need to do.”

“Yes, Master.” With that, she stretched out her legs so they rested on the bed. Briant helped her turn onto her side.

She stared up at him.

If the men asked, Narah would admit her understanding of bondage play was at the pre-beginner level. It hadn’t been something she’d had any interest in, but everything about today was new. Bring on the kink. Pull her deep into the fantasy.

“I have a few questions, starting with how I became a sex slave.”
Sex slave!

“You don’t remember?” Levi asked.

She shook her head. With Briant leaning over her and his hands on her shoulders, she was surprised she could think at all.

Levi looked over at the window where nature was flexing its muscles. His answer was slow in coming. “We lured you to a house we’d staked out. We hired you to do some electrical work, then jumped you right after you arrived.”

With that bit of information, a scene formed in her mind’s eye. She
saw
herself following the supposed owner of the house to the back of the building, staring at his tight ass the whole way. As she’d reached for the light switch he’d said was hot to the touch, he’d stepped behind her and clamped his hand around her mouth. He’d hauled her against his potent body. Shocked, she’d fought, but he was so damn strong. As she struggled, another man had emerged from the shadows and slapped a handcuff on one wrist. They’d spun her around and secured her hands behind her.

“Not the kind of job you thought you’d be doing today,” the newcomer said as he shoved a rag in her mouth and began taping it in place.

More excited than afraid, she’d twisted about, trying to see her captors. One of them forced a blindfold over her eyes, and she’d sunk into darkness. Disoriented, she’d stood in place. Something sharp had pressed against her throat.

“Don’t move,” one of her captors said. “It’s time to get you naked, so we can see what we have.”

A cutting sound told her a scissors were destroying her top. Groaning into the gag, she’d tightened her pussy muscles.

“Hey, Narah, where’d you go?” Levi poked her leg.

Blinking repeatedly, she forced herself back to the here and now. “None of your business.”

He leered at you. “You were indulging in fantasy. It’s written all over your face. So what’s the greatest turn-on about being kidnapped by a couple of hunks with hard-ons?”

“You have to ask? Having two men’s attention exclusively on me.”

“So,” Briant said, “like right now, is that what you’re saying?”

Before she could look back at him, he snagged her arms and pulled them toward him, flipping her onto her back as he did. Shivering in anticipation—of what, she wasn’t quite sure—she brought her legs together.

“No, you don’t.” Levi pushed them apart and kept them that way via a firm hold on her calves. “Damn it, I ordered you to read the slave manual. Clause four point twelve stipulates that whenever a slave is in her masters’ possession, she is to keep her cunt available to them.”

“Four point twelve? I thought that clause spelled out how I’m supposed to clean my nipple rings.”

“Enough nonsense, you two.” Briant leaned over her so his cock was only inches from her face. Her mouth watered. “Time for the main event. Levi, you said you weren’t interested in the missionary position. Look at her. If you want to make a change, do it now. Otherwise, I’m taking over.”

“Like hell you are.” Lowering himself to the bed, Levi bent down and licked her labia. She squealed and bucked. “This is where I’m staying until I’m good and done.”