Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
We took her, and we’re not going to be gentle with her.
Delaney Archer got herself mixed up with someone who crossed us, and now she’s going to find out just how roughly and shamefully three bad men like us can make use of her beautiful body.
She can plead for mercy, but it won’t stop us from stripping her bare and spanking her until she’s sore, sobbing, and soaking wet. Our feisty little captive is going to take everything we give her, and she’ll be screaming our names with every savage climax long before we’re done with her.
Author: Piper Stone
eBook Price: $4.95/Kindle Unlimited
Length: 79,800 words
Excerpt
He eased his fingers along the crack of my ass, shoving until he breached my dark hole, sliding the tip just inside. “I just might take you in that tight ass of yours as well.”
I held my breath, my nipples aching even as a single bead of perspiration trickled down my forehead.
“Get on with the damn spanking, Jax. We have work to do.” Sawyer’s voice was harsh, commanding. He was obviously the leader. Did they have another purpose in being here besides tormenting me?
Jax brought the spatula down several more times before placing the implement beside my head. As if reminding me that he could continue. As if to force me to realize that I had no control. The hard thumping of the man’s boots was jarring, creating a wave of jitters. I could tell Jax was pissed at Sawyer’s continued interference and when I heard what sounded like a fight ensuing, I lifted my head, scanning the distance to the counter in order to reach one of the knives.
“You’re an asshole, Sawyer,” Jax growled, the words barely audible.
But I heard them.
“You’re right in that you’ve changed one hell of a lot,” he continued.
“I already told you I wasn’t the same man, Jax. Solitude will do that to you,” Sawyer retorted. There was such a haunted quality in Sawyer’s tone, the same quality that I’d witnessed in his intense stares. He was struggling with anger, hatred for Carter.
Rafael exhaled as he walked closer. “Perhaps the lovely Delaney has more information than she realizes. She’s been inside the estate before. She’d know all the juicy hiding places.”
“I’ve never been here before,” I countered. What in the hell were they hoping to find?
“Either way,” Jax retorted. “We’re going to enjoy giving the little filly exactly what she deserves.”
Sawyer laughed. “You’re right about that. My turn and I don’t think our… guest is going to like it very much.”
I didn’t need to twist my head to know exactly what he was doing. Stars floated in front of my eyes as he walked closer.
“Sweet Delaney, I’m going to give you thirty strikes with my big, fat leather belt. Then do you know what’s going to happen?”
I cinched my eyes closed, taking shallow breaths, trying to shift my mind to anywhere else. When I didn’t answer, he yanked my head up by my hair, peering over my shoulder, a snarl on his face. “Ah!” My squeal sounded pathetic.
“When I ask you a question, you are going to answer. I will repeat it once. If you don’t answer me, then I’ll be forced to double my portion of your punishment. Do you understand me?”
“Jesus Christ, Sawyer,” Rafael snarled.
“Shut up, Rafael. I’m in no mood for bullshit. Go on, little girl. Answer me.”
“Yes. Sir. I understand, sir.” While the fear was crippling, the desire ridiculous, my anger was increasing.
“I do love a woman with spunk. Do you know what will happen then?” he asked as he doubled the strap, the scent of the leather wafting into my nostrils.
“No. Sir.”
Sawyer rolled the belt down the length of my spine, sliding it all the way down one leg then up the other. “Then you’re going to learn what it means to be owned. In. Every. Hole.”
