Stormbound

by Vonna Harper

  “Tell us what you’re thinking,” Levi commanded.

  She was still trying to make sense of his words when he bent forward, caught her hips in his rough hands, and tongue-swiped her from breasts to crotch.

  “Ah, oh my God!” If not for Briant behind her, she would have fallen.

  “No, that’s not what we want to hear.” Levi again dragged his tongue down her body, leaving hot moisture in his wake. “You need to be specific.”

  She’d whimpered the whole time he was licking her. Even when he stopped and straightened, she couldn’t silence her low cries. Desperate for more stimulation, she again thrust her pelvis at him. “For God’s sake, Levi! Finish what you started.”

  “What do you think?” he asked Briant. “Should I?”

  “Hmm. Hard to say. I suppose you could push a few more buttons, but my arms are getting tired. In fact, I think I’ll relax this one a little.”

  Any other time, she would have understood what Briant was talking about. This afternoon, however, it took the muscled arm around her throat sliding lower for the pieces to start coming together. Briant took his time while she panted through anticipation. Finally the fingers of his left hand settled over her right breast.

  “Yeah. Now I have an anchor to hold on to.” He squeezed her breast to make his point.

  “That you do,” Levi agreed with his head again tilted to the side. “But she looks off balance with one boob covered and the other hanging out. I don’t think that fashion statement’s going to catch on.”

  Today’s insanity wasn’t enough to completely distract her from Levi’s humor or her crazy desire to match him. “Speaking of modesty, everything of yours is hanging out.”

  Levi again folded his arms across his chest. He had to be taunting her with the gesture—and it was working. “You don’t like?”

  I like. Every time I look at your cock, I can’t think of anything else—except for the one behind me.

  Levi looked past her to Briant. “She isn’t bad. Not a trophy catch, but she does have possibilities. I wouldn’t throw her back.”

  “You’re sure? You haven’t thoroughly examined her.”

  Every time Briant spoke, his voice rumbled through her, adding to the inner fireworks.

  “Point taken,” Levi said. “Is there any particular area you’d like me to concentrate on?”

  “Well, we are going to fuck her, so I suppose you should determine how fuck-worthy she is.”

  Good. Let them talk as if she were an inanimate object. That way she was free to focus on her body.

  “Right you are.” Looking bored, Levi unfolded his arms and wiggled his fingers inches from her face. “These are my tools. Fortunately, they’re warm because otherwise…”

  Ten fingers blazed a trail where his tongue had been seconds ago. He wasn’t tickling her, nothing as ordinary as that. If pressed, she wouldn’t have been able to say whether he’d led with his nails or the tips of his fingers, maybe some of both. What mattered, what had her throwing her head back and howling like some animal in heat, was the electric slide down her body. Briant’s hold on her had started to become uncomfortable, but that was swept away under Levi’s assault.

  Over and over again, Levi ignited her from breast to crotch. Each time he stopped just short of her pussy. Widening her stance, she thrust herself at him, crying and whimpering like some maddened beast. A small part of her was embarrassed, and she heard her parents’ voices in her head, reminding her of what constituted ladylike behavior.

  Too late. I’m too far gone. Caught in a storm-created world.

  “Don’t!” she all but bellowed when once more Levi pulled back instead of burrowing between her legs. She started bucking. “Damn it, Levi, don’t stop like that!”

  “Jesus!” Briant exclaimed. “Will you settle down!”

  “I can’t!”

  “Hold on to the little filly,” Levi ordered. “Let’s see if I can wind her down a bit, either that or make her gallop.”

  “I don’t care which it is,” she said. “Just be quick.”

  Briant was strong enough he could hold her indefinitely, but her shoulders were burning. Fortunately dismissing that part of her body was easy. All she had to do was put her mind on her pussy.

  On fire. Beyond eager.

  The wind was blowing outside the dungeon where her master kept her. All day it had beaten against the stone walls to remind her of her imprisonment. Now, as if celebrating her master’s return, it screamed and moaned so that she felt the harsh energy in every molecule of her being.

  Her master was home. Coming for her.

  “Do it, Levi.” She gasped. “Be quick.”

  He frowned. At least his expression started out that way, only to shift into something that again put her in mind of a predator studying its prey and silenced the dungeon images.

  “So you’re saying you’re ready to be fucked, are you? Sorry, but I’m not going to take your word for it.”

  Again making her think of a hunting wolf, he ran a hand between her legs and over her pussy. She respected electricity. Her job required a deep knowledge of it. Early in her training, she’d been shocked several times and knew she didn’t want that to happen again. This was different, incredibly so. Tapping into what it was to be a woman.

  His fingers against her labia were rough, but her body’s juices eased his journey. Sagging in Briant’s grasp, she closed her eyes. Touching herself there had never felt this good. This right.

  Maybe she didn’t have any more outbursts in her. Maybe what she felt was too marvelous for words. Whatever the answer, she sank mind and soul into the feel of Levi’s fingers on her hot-to-the-touch flesh. She couldn’t remember how her leg muscles worked and lacked the strength to lift her head off Briant’s strong shoulder. Her fingers were so tightly clenched they hurt, the contrast with the silken wonder of her cunt wonderful.

  “Yes, yes, yes.” Was that her speaking? “Oh please, yes.”

  “Hold on,” Levi said. “I’m getting there.”

  Where? Widening her stance even more and again pushing her pussy forward, she offered herself to him. Her breasts pulsed, sending rhythm through her. Her cunt caught the pace.

  “Oh God, yes!”

  “At her entrance.” Levi sucked in a breath. “Going in.”

  A single, powerful finger glided into her and stole her mind. Her body belonged to her captors. She’d turned herself over to them.

  Lost in the admission of what had happened, she concentrated to the best of her ability on what was taking place. Levi’s finger had laid claim to her sex channel and become one with her, but it was more than that. Briant was the tree that kept her upright, his heated body searing hers.

  Not one master but two. Twin naked masculine forms approaching her cage, unlocking the door, and hauling her out. Knowing her role, she sank to her knees.

  “Do you want to come?” Levi asked.

  “Yes, oh God, yes.”

  “Just like that? On your own, not letting us be part of it?”

  Desperate to feel more than a single finger along her inner walls, she tightened her vaginal muscles. “I don’t know. Please, what do you want me to say?”

  A rough laugh rolled out of Levi as he withdrew, only to invade her again, this time with two fingers. “We’re getting there, partner. Turning her into what we want her to be.”

  Chapter Seven

  There was nothing graceful about Narah’s movements as she responded to his thrusting fingers, not that he gave a damn. Levi had never so much as contemplated what controlling a woman would be like, but he did now. She’d shudder and scream, stare at him with wide, pleading eyes while her hands fluttered and sweat formed between and under her breasts—just as Narah was doing.

  “You’re a dirty slut.” His forearm was growing tired from the rapid pumping action, but he’d continue to arouse and torment for as long as it took to break her down. To make her beg. “Look at you!” He slapped her breasts. “What happened to the p
rofessional, conservative electrician you presented to the world? It was a lie, wasn’t it? Underneath those sexless clothes, you’re nothing but sex.”

  “I’m not sure about that,” Briant said, distracting him a little from the puppet dancing on his strings.

  “What do you mean?” He wanted to hear her pant and see her body shake, not engage in a conversation. His own needs had brought him to the edge of sanity.

  “For one, I have a damn poor view of what she looks like. For number two, I’m not part of the action.”

  Taking her at the same time?

  “Damn it, enough!” Briant snapped and let her go.

  The way she sagged, Levi thought she’d fall, but she managed to get her legs working in time. Instead of sprinting for freedom, she clasped her breasts and stared down at what she could see of his hand still between her legs.

  “Don’t stop, please,” she whimpered.

  “The hell he won’t!” Grabbing her arms, Briant yanked her around so she faced him. Levi’s fingers slipped out of her. “Didn’t you hear me? I’m not going to stand on the sidelines.”

  Forcing himself back from the small, naked creature, Levi wiped his fingers on his cock. “Then what’s your damn plan?” he demanded.

  Still holding her, Briant looked around. “In the bedroom, all of us.”

  “Is that what you want?” he asked Narah.

  “Hell yes.”

  * * * *

  The mattress sagged, and the air smelled musty. At least it was warm, because the door had been left open and this bedroom was closest to the woodstove. Of course, given how Narah had presented herself, maybe Levi wouldn’t have noticed if he’d been standing on ice.

  She’d led the way into the bedroom—sprinted, actually. After sitting on the bed, she’d placed her hands between her legs with her fingers against her pussy. Just when he wondered if she’d insist on running the show, she looked from him to Briant and then back again.

  “What?” Briant asked.

  Her sigh and shrug made her breasts lift and settle back down. He looked for signs of the slaps he’d inflicted on them but saw nothing.

  “I liked it better earlier when you had hold of me.” She turned her attention to Briant’s cock. “That way, I didn’t have to make any decisions.”

  “And you like it like that?” To hell with Briant’s cock. He’d make her fall in lust with his. Worship and live for it. Take her down until only sex mattered to her—and to him. “Someone else in charge.”

  She licked her lips. Her fingers went to work stroking her labia. “I never thought I’d say that, but I loved it. Feeling helpless…” She started to scoot backward on the bed, only to reverse direction until her legs dangled off the side, her feet just touching the worn carpet.

  His. With no existence beyond pleasuring him.

  “Helplessness is right for you.” Much as he wanted to give his erection the attention it demanded, Levi needed to concentrate. “Because I need to be in control.” I will be in control. He jerked his head at her crotch. “How about you, partner? Did holding on to her do some interesting things for you?”

  Briant laughed and took a step toward the naked woman. She held her ground. “More than interesting. I damn near came, imagining tying her down and taking her each and every way I want.”

  On her belly with her arms stretched over her head and secured. Knees against the mattress, so her buttocks stuck up in the air. Thighs, knees, calves, and ankles tied in place, immobilizing her. Her pussy dripping. Briant and him, flipping a coin to see who got her first. Taking aim and—

  “Shit.”

  “What?” the others asked.

  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, Br
iant 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.”