Temptation's Hold [Temptation, Wyoming 4]

by Zoey Marcel

  “Shut up!” Brad growled, holding her tighter. “You’re in so much trouble, you have no fucking idea.”

  “What are you going to do, Brad? Spank my ass?”

  “Don’t flatter yourself. You deserve much worse after what you just did.”

  She snorted. “Where are you taking me?”

  “Home, right?” Dawson asked.

  “Yes, we’re taking you home and when we get there I’m gonna teach you a lesson you won’t forget,” Brad threatened her.

  Chanel let out an exaggerated gasp. “Oh no, is Brad pissed off? I’m so scared.”

  “Keep talking, darlin’. When we get there you’ll wish you’d kept your mouth shut.”

  Chapter Four:

  Punishment

  Chanel tried not to think about how good it felt to sit on Brad’s lap or the fact that the deviant had an erection from holding her body against him. It didn’t matter that he and his brothers were lookers or that the enticing scents of their different colognes drove her wild. The unpleasant fact was that Brad was out of line for dragging her out of that party over his shoulder. They all were.

  When they parked outside near her apartment, she practically bolted out of the truck, but Brad’s boots touched the ground first and he caught her by the arm before she could get away.

  “I’m home now, you moron. Nobody’s going to murder me in the next few feet to the building. So just get lost.” Chanel squealed in outrage when he hoisted her up and flung her over his broad shoulder again as he made his way into the apartment complex, followed by his younger brothers. “Let go of me! What the hell is the matter with you?”

  “Hush now. Don’t pretend you didn’t see this coming,” Brad told her as they climbed the stairs.

  “See what coming? What the hell are you rambling about? Ow!”

  He smacked her butt without remorse. “I said hush.”

  “Don’t you tell me to be quiet, you aggressive baboon! I’ll talk if I want to. Ow!” She tried to slap his ass to see how he liked being spanked, but he was just too damned tall for her to get a good swing at it.

  “You’ll be quiet when I tell you to. As a matter of fact, you’ll do whatever I tell you to from now on.”

  “Oh, is that a fact? Well, you’re in for a rude awakening, mister. Ow! Damn it, Brad! Stop smacking my ass and put me down! Ouch!”

  He didn’t relent. “No, darlin’, you’re the one who’s in for a rude awakening. We’re not going to hold back with you any longer.”

  Cory rummaged through her purse and found her keys. “Which one of these babies unlocks your apartment?”

  “I’ll never tell.” She screeched when Brad slapped her bottom again for that remark.

  “Start talking, princess,” he ordered.

  “Don’t you ever call me that, you son of a bitch!” She kicked and flailed, trying to escape him and the whirlwind of pain associated with the familiar pet name.

  Dawson walked up behind Brad and brushed her cheek with his big hand. “Just tell us which key it is, honey. I’d love to have a tour of your place.”

  Damn him. He was the sweetest of the three Taylor brothers and she would never deny him anything. Was he sincerely asking her to let them in, or did he know how much influence he still had over her heart?

  She sighed. “The middle one. Not that any of you are invited in and I’m not telling you which apartment number is mine.”

  Cory grinned. “That’s okay, sugar. I know where it is. It’s this one right here.”

  “What? You little creep! How do you know where I live?”

  “I spent the night with you, remember?”

  “Oh.” She blushed and her heart skittered with nervous excitement when she heard him unlocking her door.

  “Ladies first.”

  Brad walked in with her and set her down once they were in the living room. “Nice fireplace. Dawson, start a fire.”

  Cory locked the door and came into the living room where they were. “Whoa. How did you start that so quick?”

  Dawson smiled. “I just flipped the switch and voilà, fire.”

  “Nice.”

  Brad looked down at Chanel seriously. She always considered herself to be about average height at five feet, six inches, but standing face-to-face with this six-foot-three cowboy, she suddenly felt very small and helpless.

  “Do you know why I’m going to punish you, Chanel?” There wasn’t a trace of jest on his face and it startled her greatly.

  She snickered. “You punish me? I’d like to see you try.”

  His subtle smile looked dreadfully wicked when matched with the dark intent simmering in his brown eyes. “Oh, believe me, you will.”

  Her eyes widened in shock when she saw his hands go to his belt and unfasten it. The jingly clink of it coming undone was titillating. “What are you doing?”

  “Answer my question, Chanel. Why am I about to punish you?”

  “Because you’re an ass.” If his intention was to fuck her brains out in the name of discipline then she just might have to go along with him and take her punishment.

  “Try again.”

  Why was he pulling the belt completely out of the loops in his jeans when all he needed to do was unfasten the buckle to get his pants open? Her eyes bugged out of her head when she saw him double the belt up as he held her gaze with an assumed authority.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “Giving you what you need.”

  “I don’t need a spanking.” Chanel hoped she didn’t look as scared and vulnerable as she felt.

  “Yeah, you do. You’ve needed one for a long time. Well, you can rest easy tonight knowing that I’m not going to let you do without anymore.” Brad nodded to Cory, who came over and held her arms still once Brad pushed her facedown onto the couch.

  “Who the fuck do you think you are?” she screeched into the cushion, breath catching in her throat when he pulled her skirt up over her fanny. She gasped when he tore the panties off of her. Had they been one of her sexy, expensive pairs she would’ve been pissed, but seeing as these were simple cotton and the act had her hornier than she could stand, it really didn’t matter.

  “I’m the best thing that ever happened to you, sweetheart. We all are and we’re going to prove it to you.”

  “Well, you’re off to a shitty start, Brad.”

  She flinched in surprise when he lightly trailed his fingers over her buttocks, either in appreciation of her taut, shapely ass, or simply to awaken her to the harsh reality of what he was about to do to her. The taunting caress of his digits wasn’t the problem. It was when he removed them from her bare skin that she panicked. Like when a spider suddenly vanishes without a trace.

  “I don’t think so, darlin’. You’ve wanted us for a long time. It’s the reason you stayed behind after your sister left. You’ve been waiting for the walls around your heart to come tumbling down, or for us to knock them down for you and claim you. And seeing as your walls are just too damned strong for you to take down on your own, we’re here to tame you, little filly. I know that brings you great relief.”

  “You arrogant bastard!” Chanel shrieked in pain when she felt the swat on her buns coming from his belt. The force was light but certainly attention grabbing.

  She tried to move her legs, only to realize that someone was holding them still while Brad punished her. It had to be Dawson since Cory had her by the arms and Brad was the one with the belt. She never knew her sweet, gentle bunny Dawson had somewhat of a dominant streak in him.

  “That was a warm-up strike, baby. The next ones won’t be so light. You’re a tough woman and I need to get my point across,” said Brad.

  “Kiss my ass!” She cried out in stunned misery when she felt the brunt of each blow to her butt cheeks. It was only two strikes, but they were as big of bitches as she sometimes was.

  “You do not swear at me while I’m disciplining you, or at any time, for that matter. The only time I want to hear you cuss like a sailor
is when I’m fucking your brains out and you’re on the verge of dying from all the pleasure.”

  “Ha! You’ll never get in my pants, you presumptuous prick! Ouch!” The fiery bite of leather licked at the side of her buttock close to her hip this time.

  “I don’t need to get into your pants when you already flipped up your skirt for me,” Brad taunted in a tone that suggested he was grinning over the remark and no doubt found the situation hilarious.

  “Fuck you!” she screamed at the damning throttle that sounded its vindictive answer on the underside of her ass.

  “What the hell did I say about using trashy language? You watch your fucking mouth.”

  “What about your mouth?” The hard whack fell high on her left cheek, dragging the inevitable outcry of suffering from her.

  “Never mind my mouth. You watch yours. Now, the reason I’m punishing you is for the way you treated Ben at the party.”

  “That was none of your business.” Her eyes stung with threatening tears as he responded with the harsh kiss of leather that enveloped her backside in flames upon its retreat.

  “No, his relationship with Jill is none of your business,” Brad corrected her.

  “She’s my sister.”

  “And she’s his wife. Whether or not they divorce or stay married doesn’t concern you. You had no right to talk to him like that.”

  Chanel choked on a sniffle and whimpered in agony as he delivered two more brutal blows to her heated fanny. His brothers still kept her limbs pinned down, rendering escape impossible.

  “Do you have any idea how badly you hurt him by what you said? You humiliated him in front of all his friends. He’s your brother-in-law, for Christ’s sake.”

  Whack! Crack! Slap!

  The slashing sounds of angry leather were ominous and seductive as they made her eyes well and inflamed her ass cheeks.

  “You’re not going to act like that anymore, Chanel. I won’t let you. The way you insult people whose lifestyle choices are different from yours, the way you pester the living shit out of Ben, and the way you just treat people like crap in general. It’s not happening anymore. I won’t allow it.”

  The next three slaps left her breathless and shaky with apprehension, but a strangled yelp ripped from her throat when a particularly nasty strike met with her burning ass.

  “He’s almost done, baby,” Cory murmured to her.

  Dawson gently ran a hand up her thigh. The touch brought the consolation he intended as easily as it nurtured temptation brewing from deep within her.

  “The town bitch, they call you.” Brad let the belt dangle over her pummeled fanny and just barely graze it, making her shiver.

  “I don’t give a damn what people call me,” she bit out through a sniffle, cringing when he spanked her again once with the belt.

  “Well, I do. No one is going to call my mate that. You may have a selfish, ornery side to you, but you’re still our woman. We’re not ashamed to be seen with you, but I’m very much ashamed of your behavior tonight. I think you owe us an apology for making our mate look bad.”

  “I don’t owe you any—aah!” Tears rolled shamelessly down her face at the forceful magnitude of this blow.

  “You’re not going to disrespect any man from now on, least of all the three of us. Now apologize for making everyone think ill of our mate by behaving like a spoiled little bitch.”

  Chanel shook her head against the pillow her face was buried against. The rough slap she waited for never came. Her gasp came out ragged and tortured when Brad gently pet her sore butt with his fingers.

  He knelt down near her ear and whispered softly into it. “We’re not leaving until you apologize.”

  A mangled cry fluttered from her lips when he speared a finger inside of her and caressed her vaginal walls without remorse.

  “The whole night doesn’t have to be one endless penalty, Chanel. You look awfully sexy tonight, as you always do. I think that deserves some kind of reward, don’t you?”

  A feeble whimper betrayed her need for him as he reached under her and tickled her sensitive clitoris.

  “Does that feel good, sweetheart? My finger in your cunt and another on your clit? You’re so damned wet I might as well be sticking my hand in a glass of water. You want me bad, don’t you?”

  She mewled in desperation, determined not to betray her feelings or her desire for him, but it was useless.

  “Now apologize to me so I can get you off.”

  “No,” she whispered, mourning the loss of his terrific fingers once they were gone.

  The belt was reinstated and cries of pain replaced her tiny sobs of need. The delicious after burn lingering on her rump when he stopped spanking her was arousing in a way she’d forgotten pain could be. The forceful slaps had been too much, but the blazing inferno her tush was now enveloped in seemed to whisper naughty little secrets to her damp pussy.

  “I have all night, Chanel,” Brad said firmly.

  “God, Chanel, you’re killing me,” Cory whined. “Just apologize so I can get my poor cock up your tight little pussy.”

  She groaned at his words, losing her breath when Dawson planted a kiss on her battered rear end.

  “I miss you, love. Just submit to us. We need you. Don’t you need us?” he asked lovingly.

  She did need them very badly. As much as she hated to swallow her pride and submit to Brad, she knew an apology was the only way to stop the pain and welcome the coveted pleasure that waited for her on the other side of surrender.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?”

  Damn that bastard Brad to hell. Why did he have to make this so difficult for her? “For being a bitch.”

  “I forgive you.”

  Chanel gritted her teeth, refraining from the urge to smack him silly once Cory and Dawson finally released her arms and legs. She sat up, pulled the skirt down over her throbbing ass, and took in a deep, shaky breath as she soaked in the erotic picture before her.

  The men were dressed to kill in good jeans, leather cowboy boots, and nice long-sleeved, button-up shirts. They looked too good to mess with in such fine clothes. Then again, she did have the compelling urge to see them naked, so the clothes just might have to go after all.

  The sound of heavy breathing in the thick, lust-soaked silence made her feverish with wantonness. The hungry look in each of their eyes mirrored the same carnal yearning she felt.

  She’d only been put in her place by one other man. She’d forgotten the punishing touch of leather on her backside and the way submitting to a powerful male could make her feel.

  Just one night. That was all she needed and then maybe she could move on with her life once she got them out of her system. They would move on to someone else once they bedded her. It was all they wanted from her, wasn’t it? They were brainwashed by the shifter curse into thinking they wanted more, but once they screwed her and had their fun they would realize that was all it was.

  Besides, they were likely fertile. She didn’t want to have just anyone’s baby, but she was more than willing to have theirs.

  The sound of her shallow, aroused breaths turned her on as she glided her hand over Brad’s crotch since he stood closest to her. He closed his eyes and moaned as his hard-on leaped to attention beneath her provocative touch. Chanel reached for his fly, disappointed and enchanted when he grabbed her wrist to stop her.

  “Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?”

  She rolled her eyes with a slight smile. “I’m not a virgin, Brad. I know exactly what I’m doing.”

  Brad didn’t look like he appreciated the reminder of her past liaisons with other men, but he offered no remark to this. “I mean do you know what will happen if you sleep with us?”

  “Well, I assume we’ll all come from it unless you guys are just that crappy in bed,” she sassed him, enjoying his annoyed expression.

  Cory smirked from a few feet away and Dawson, who stood near him now, smiled.

 
Brad scowled. “That’s very funny, babe. We’re going to blow your innocent little mind.”

  She grinned, undid the button on his jeans, and lowered the zipper. “I don’t think you realize how far I’ve gone in the sack before.”

  His eyes narrowed and he gripped her wrist again. “This isn’t a one-night stand, Chanel. If you play with us you play for keeps.”

  “How come the other women got to nibble the sausage without buying the whole pig?” she teased.

  Cory laughed. “He’s still got his belt handy, you know.”

  Brad glared at her and pulled her to her feet just before he whipped the sweater off over her head. “Because we didn’t give a shit about those other women. We fucked them wishing it was you instead. That’s not to say they weren’t hot and we didn’t have fun, but they could never be you.”

  Chanel’s heartbeat accelerated when he unzipped her skirt and coaxed it down her legs, exposing her pussy and bare legs to their lustful gazes.

  “Step out of it and take your boots off,” Brad commanded in a no-nonsense kind of tone.

  She complied, squishing her toes on the soft carpet when she was done.

  He kicked off his boots and shucked his jeans and underwear while he spoke and she saw Cory undressing as well, but not Dawson.

  “You’re our mate, sweetheart. And we’re going to prove it to you.”

  She smirked. “And how are you going to do that, Brad? Are you going to fuck me until my brains fall out of my head and I agree with you? I’ve been with plenty of men who worked out and were well endowed. There’s nothing you can show me that I haven’t already seen.”

  “We’ll see about that.”

  Chanel snorted at his conceit, but once she looked down, she saw the reason for it. Truth be told, she really hadn’t seen any man who looked that good. Fit machos to be sure, but Brad had them all beat with his definition and strength.

  His erection, too, was a force to be reckoned with from the looks of it. It had to be the biggest cock she’d ever seen in her life, which impressed the hell out of her given the size of some she’d seen.

  “You can pick your mouth up off the floor now,” Brad teased as he lazily worked his prick up and down.