Stranded in His Secret Cabin
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Stranded in His Secret Cabin
A Mountain Man Romance
Vicky Bushwell
Copyright © 2017 Vicky Bushwell
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is purely coincidental.
Stranded in His Secret Cabin
When an innocent beauty finds herself stranded in a secluded mountain cabin, the last thing she wants is a burly stranger giving her a hot session of rough discipline…
Little she knows that in his secret cabin, discipline is always followed by cookies, so hot they even make fake snow melt!
Don’t think that he’s there to save you
Don’t even think to fight or talk back
Don’t blame him if punishment brings pleasure
Discipline never felt so good…
Warning: This is a steamy instalove romance featuring a dominant burly man obsessed with taking care of an innocent beauty and teaching her a lesson she’ll never forget. Welcome to the mountain man’s secret cabin where smoke is not the only thing that will be rising tonight!
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Contents
1. Amber
2. Jake
3. Amber
4. Jake
5. Amber
6. Jake
7. Amber
8. Jake
9. Amber
Excerpt: BOSS DADDY DOM
Her Hometown Daddy
1. Ally
2. Kyle
3. Ally
4. Kyle
5. Ally
6. Kyle
7. Ally
8. Kyle
9. Ally
10. Kyle
11. Ally
Author's Note
Chapter 1
Amber
I realize that I’m in trouble when it’s too late. I find myself in a car with three drunk men and I don’t like it. I have no idea where we’re going, but I know what’s going to happen there. And I hate it.
The town and club are far behind, but the three men’s hands are way too close. Who’d want to lose their V card on a snowy night in the mountains with three drunk strangers they don’t even like? I try to stay calm, and smile and politely move their hands away, only to find them back on me again. I know I shouldn’t let myself panic.
“Sweet little thing, what’s your name again?” One of the men asks, his voice raspy and reeks of alcohol as he breathes straight in my face.
“It’s Amber, and could you move over, please? There’s simply not enough space-,” I begin, and turn to the other man to shake his hand off my thigh, “There’s really nothing interesting in there…”
“Oh, I bet there is,” He grins, and pushes my hair back off my face, “I definitely saw something when you were dancing in that club.”
“Well, then why don’t we go back there again?” I smile, my eyes zero in on the man in the driver’s seat; this is the one I was dancing with. As tipsy and scared as I am, I also happen to remember his name, so I say, “Billy, take us back to the club-,”
“Sure, right after we have some fun, sweetie.” He replies with a chuckle.
I hate the sound of his voice, and even more I hate how everything starts spinning around, and I feel sick. It’s my birthday and I’m in trouble. Just great. I recall how I went to that mountain resort with a bunch of friends, and then the club and how I met Billy.
I had one too many to agree to dance with him, and then he told me that three men is a much better company and introduced his two buddies to me. Well, it’s still a mystery how I found myself in a car with them far away from the club, but I don’t need my crystal ball to tell what’s going to happen next.
“Hey, Billy, I need to pee!” I yell, trying to distract myself from one of the men’s hands and lips in places I’d rather he wasn’t trying to get into.
“You can pee on me, baby,” He chuckles, and I force a smile.
“Can I throw up, too?” I squeak, my hand over my mouth.
“Bill! Pull over, man!”
Finally, I hope that I got a chance to get rid of them, and tumble out of the car only to discover that he stopped in the middle of nowhere. It’s dark, and snow is everywhere, so I figure out that my thigh-high stiletto boots are not designed for running, and I won’t be the one to win that marathon, no way.
Two men follow me, making it impossible to try and escape. Things become shittier and shittier with every minute I spend away with them. My phone is in my purse, and my purse is somewhere in the club where I dropped it when they took me away with them. And my friends are sure unaware that I’m not there anymore.
I try not to panic, and cringe when I see two men working their zippers to pee. I can’t be here, I think, and look around helplessly. And then I see the headlights approaching us.
“Bitch, no!” One of the men quickly adjusts himself and tries to grab me when I rush to the road, screaming for help.
I punch him in the face, but I can’t do the same with the other man behind me, holding me tight. I still, watching as the truck passes by without slowing down.
“Let go of me!” I whimper, trying to kick the man in the shin, and screaming again, “Help!”
“Pull that shit again, bitch and you’ll see!” He grunts behind me, and the first man grabs me by my hair.
“You’re so going to pay for that!” He utters, yanking my head back.
“Let her go.” A deep baritone sounds too calm and even lazy, and the two men chuckle.
“Or what? Mind your own business, and we’ll let you go.” One of them says, and they laugh again.
Billy steps out of the car, walking leisurely to us. His dark eyes lock with my own, “Amber, babe. I told you, it’s just a game and look what you did. You made a good old man worry.”
“Liar!” I breathe, and the guy behind me covers my mouth with his hand, muffling my moan.
Billy turns away, and suddenly punches the stranger in the face. I can’t watch, and I look away, straining against the man’s hold. I want to squirm free as Billy and his other friend are fighting with the stranger. I wish I could help, but right now, I need to focus on the guy who started dragging me back to the car.
“Easy, girl,” He grunts, opening the door and shoving me inside.
And that’s when I finally manage and plant my foot deep between his legs. He bends double, swearing, but I don’t listen. I run…
Chapter 2
Jake
I hold her close, carrying her to my porch from the car. I drop my eyes to the front of her coat; a few buttons are missing and there’s a gap between the sides. For a moment, I stare at her cleavage. The low neckline of her tight top reveals enough, showcasing her full tight breasts in a lacy bra.
This girl came to the ski town to have fun, not for skiing I’m sure. She’s way too young than I can imagine. It could be a good night out if not for those three bastards that wished to have a foursome in the woods. I’m glad I was there to stop them. She’s safe now…
I carry her inside the house, and as I place her gently on the couch, she opens her eyes, and frowns.
“Where am I?” She mutters, looking around, then her eyes zero in on my own, “Who are you?”
“I’m Jake. You’re in my ca
bin-,” I begin, patiently.
“You kidnapped me!” She yelps, her lips trembling. Sitting upright, she pushes the sides of her coat together, covering her chest, and throws me a nasty look, “Stay away-,”
I lower myself down before her, my hands on her knees, holding her, firmly. Looking into her eyes, I explain, “You were running into the woods. At night. Alone. How far do you think you could go before a pack of wolves found you?”
“What do you care?! I escaped those three losers not to end up with you!”
“You forgot how you ran in the road, screaming for help?” I remind her, watching her intently.
She’s gorgeous when she’s angry. Her eyes blaze with fury when she catches me watching her lush chest heave with every breath.
“Ok, thanks, now let me go!” She says, trying to shake my hands off her knees.
“Well, this is not how it works.” I say, standing up, and towering over her.
“You must be kidding me! I’m not going to fuck you for “saving” me!” She snorts, and tries to stand up.
Now, I’m pissed. I’d never expected such an angel to have such a foul mouth. Yet, as I caught a whiff of alcohol in her breath, I’m not surprised.
“Amber, right?” I begin, “Women don’t fuck me, I fuck them. And you’re in a bad need of some discipline.”
“Man, you are old.” She rolls her pretty eyes, “Don’t talk to me like you’re my dad, because you’re not.”
“You may call me Daddy after.” I smirk.
“After what?” She frowns, and yelps when I grab her petite body, and despite her struggling and screaming, I throw her over my shoulder.
Her pretty butt sticks out from under the short hem of her skirt and hovers next to my face as I carry her to the bathroom. I let the water run, and put her inside the bathtub, fully dressed as she is.
“You’re ruining my clothes! It’s designer shit! Oh, not my boots, nooo!” She’s screaming as I quickly undress her.
I have no time to remove her clothes carefully and without any rush. We’re not in bed after a romantic date, but if she behaves I might want to ask her out, I promise… Right now, she’s too tipsy and pissed, looking and acting like a complete brat.
She’s furious and quiet. I see her eyes welling up as she studies her skimpy sequined top ripped in two along with the leather loincloth of a skirt she had wrapped around her thighs. Then she gasps, covering her mouth with her hand.
Her baby blues fly wide open at the sight of her boots dripping wet and sticking to her skin as I try my hardest to pull them off her feet. I do try my best, so I’m not surprised when I rip the heels off. Staring at the broken heels in my hands, I hear her stifled gasp, and I look up at her. She’s watching me with horror and rage.
“Oops,” I crack up a little, and I instantly regret it. Holding the heels up before me, I begin, “Look, I can get you a new pair-,”
“You- Bastard! How could you?!” She’s furious, reaching to slap my face, but I’m faster.
I grab her wrists, and hold her in place, waiting till she calms down. Panting, she finally looks up at me, exhausted.
“Amber, don’t make things worse. I’m just trying to help you. You’ll thank me later, I’m sure.” I say, looking straight into her eyes.
“What do you want?” She whimpers, shaking slightly.
“I’ll take care of you. I’ll teach you a lesson, and then you’re free.”
“You call this care? You’re holding me naked in your bathtub! You b-,”
“Thought so.” I say, holding her in place, and I must admit she’s too strong for her age. “We’ll do it the hard way, then. We’ll do it my way.”
Chapter 3
Amber
I want to scream, I want to kick him, punch his rugged face, and I can’t. This is just insane. My heart is pounding in my chest as I’m trying to push his hands away and fail. I’m shocked when he starts with my face, splashing water on me, and wipes me with his hand.
“Stop it! I’ll do it myself!” I yelp, squirming on the slippery bottom of the bathtub.
“Too late, girl.” He utters, squeezing some shower gel onto his hands.
With my eyes wide open, I still in horror. “You won’t do it… You simply won’t-,” I mutter to myself as he sure won’t listen. I want to squeeze my eyes shut, but even more I want to see exactly what he is going to do to me.
“Shit!” I yelp as he runs his huge strong hands down my neck and cleavage, rubbing the lather into my skin.
Well… This is not how I expected it’d feel. It feels good…
“Stop it!” I squeak, holding a moan of pleasure back.
He cups my breasts, and kneads them gently, making sure the lather covers every inch of my delicate skin with rich, fragranced layers. I chew on my lower lip, and blush with embarrassment. It’s inevitable, and it’s happening right before my eyes as I see my nipples grow visibly hard under his touch. I hold my moan back when I look up to see his focused gaze meeting my own.
He’s enjoying this, I’m sure, though he doesn’t show it. And he makes sure my nipples are covered with soap, too. He pinches them with his thumbs and fingers, running his thumbs back and forth all over them, driving me crazy.
“I’ll clean you up, royally.” He says, giving my breasts one last squeeze and moving lower.
I drop my eyes to my breasts. They’re glistening wet with puffy clouds of lather melting slowly, exposing my skin, soft and pink from his touch. I take a shaky breath when he slides his fingers down my belly, tickling me lightly.
“Are you- going to-,” I fumble for words, too embarrassed to even think about it. What if I’m wrong and he is going to let me finish my bath myself?
Well, as much as I wish it was true, I also find myself holding my breath in anticipation. I’m shivering slightly, waiting. Will he dare to-
“Say it, Amber.” His voice is suddenly commanding, and I’m struggling the urge to obey his order.
I shake my head, watching him. I’m scared because I realize that I want him to do this. No man had ever touched me down there before… He’s going to be my first… I’m scared now because I might like it…
“I don’t- Oh- yes…” I breathe when he slides his hands between my thighs, pushing them apart, gently.
Suddenly, I want to just give in, and let him do anything he wants. And ask him never to stop. I blame it on the hot water and the floral essence in the shower gel that send my mind spinning around one thing and only. I flush, feeling too embarrassed to look down, and I hold his stare as a betraying moan of pleasure escapes me…
Chapter 4
Jake
Such a furious brat! She was fighting like a tiger cub. But eventually, the bathtub worked, relaxing her. She keeps pushing me away, but not like she means it. I know she likes what I’m doing. And I'm only giving her a good bath, that’s all…
I love the way her silky skin feels under my fingers. So slippery wet and glistening in the mass of bubbles that I cocooned her with. Her breasts are so full and gorgeous that I work on them a little longer than I should. She might suspect that I’m enjoying this too. And I don’t want this to happen. I’m here to teach her a lesson.
She’s naughty and her pouty lips spit all the dirty words, so I’m here to discipline her. I’ll show her, but first I’ll give her lush, delicate body the proper care. And she doesn’t care about her beautiful curves. She wears clothes that are barely there, and goes out drinking at a club and puts her lush body at risk like tonight. Those three bastards were up to something I’d never let happen to her, unless-
Unless I’m the one touching and doing things to her…
Amber moans, and I meet her gorgeous eyes, seeking the silent confession within. I know she loves what I’m doing to her… I push her thighs apart, and reach to her sexy bits, drawing another stifled moan of pleasure out of her pretty lips.
“You know you shouldn’t be enjoying this, Amber.” I purr, and watch her eyes glint with surprise.
I caught her lost in sensation, and she knows it. I remind her, “It’s only a bath, Amber. It’s supposed to clean you up.”
“Then, why do I feel so utterly dirty?” She begins, and moans as I run my fingers across her silky folds, “Oh-, that’s why…”
She’s slippery wet, so no surprise that she moans again, shaking when I circle her clit with my thumb. It moves so smoothly, toying and teasing her pert bud, drawing cries of pleasure out of her lips.
Panting, she sticks out her tongue to lick her dry lips. I don’t want her to come yet, and this isn’t about making her come. This is all about pampering her petite delicious body, so no curve or crevice is left without my attention...
“Oops,” I mutter as I accidentally slide my digit past her quivering folds. “I didn’t mean-,”
“Please- don’t pull out-,” she breathes, and I groan at the way her tight wetness clasps around my digit, capturing it within.
She’s so tight from her arousal. I hold myself back from further exploration of the wetness between her thighs, and keep rubbing her clit with my thumb back and forth until-
“Sorry about that,” I breathe heavily, as I accidentally slide another digit past her tight little ring.
Her lips tremble and she moans again when I massage her inner walls gently, giving her just the right amount of pressure and moving at a steady pace. Panting, she reaches to cup her breasts, arching her back with need.
“Oh, yeah-, faster-,” She moans, squeezing her breasts, and rolls her hard nipples between her fingers, “Mooore…”
She presses her thighs together, her shaky bottom undulates, meeting my hand and she becomes tight like never before. I feel the delicious contractions coming in waves and holding my hand in place as she comes around my digits, hard.
I don’t move, waiting until her pleasure fades away gradually. Her eyes are closed, lips parted, and her breathing becomes even again. I’m taken by the sudden urge and lean in closer to kiss her…