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by Cara Adams




  Caves of Correction 2

  Captured by Three Panthers

  Aria Taverner’s at a BDSM resort island with her three best friends. She’s asked for several fantasies, including being abducted and seduced. But who will her abductors be? Will they include the delicious man who showed her to her cottage?

  Cayden, Sebastian, and Leonardo Marshall are eager to teach Aria how thrilling seduction can be. The three panther shape-shifters are beyond excited to have such a delightful woman in their clutches. They have no intention of letting her go until they’ve given her every fantasy on her list and shown her the delights of ménage sex over and over again until she’s convinced only they will ever fulfill her.

  It’s just as well there are three of them. Aria’s more than a handful for them to manage, but the three determined Doms will plan more BDSM fantasies for her to show her everything she ever wanted to know. But will that be enough to convince her to stay with them?

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifter

  Length: 35,047 words

  CAPTURED BY

  THREE PANTHERS

  Caves of Correction 2

  Cara Adams

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

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  IMPRINT: Ménage Everlasting

  CAPTURED BY THREE PANTHERS

  Copyright © 2015 by Cara Adams

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-63259-439-6

  First E-book Publication: June 2015

  Cover design by Les Byerley

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  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  Four friends decide to take a week’s vacation at the BDSM-themed “Caves of Correction” resort set on a small private island off the Carolina coast.

  This series is the stories of Madeline Sinclair, Aria Taverner, Mackenzie Weymouth, and Piper Boyle. Each book is its own complete romance, but the events overlap because they’re all at the resort together. I hope by the time you read the second book you’ll be waiting for an event, wondering how this heroine and these men are going to deal with it.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Author's Note

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  About the Author

  CAPTURED BY

  THREE PANTHERS

  Caves of Correction 2

  CARA ADAMS

  Copyright © 2015

  Chapter One

  Aria Taverner was thirty years old, and this was her very first ride in a helicopter. She was bursting with excitement but was trying to act cool and adult at the same time. Although it was damn hard not laughing with joy while being flown in a private helicopter to an island resort for a whole week of BDSM and sex along with the sun, sand, and surf.

  The Caves of Correction resort was the place she was going to right now with her three best friends, Maddy, Piper, and Kenz. They’d all gone to see the Fifty Shades of Grey movie together and then had this brilliant cool idea of trying BDSM for themselves in a safe environment.

  The contract was pages and pages of really basic questions, such as “What kinds of punishment do you wish to explore? Check all that apply. Flogging, whipping, caning, paddling…” Aria had ticked the boxes for every one of them and all the boxes for sex—vaginal, oral, anal, more than one man. Hell yes, she was ready to taste the entire smorgasbord of offerings. If she didn’t like something, well at least she’d know for the future. She’d even checked a couple of the boxes for fantasies. She could picture herself dressed in seven veils and dancing for a prince or sheik before being dragged into his tent and pleasured most thoroughly.

  And then there was her big secret, one she hadn’t even hinted at to any of her friends—a forced seduction fantasy, one in which the prince or sheik or pirate abducts her, ties her up, and pleasures her until she’s screaming and begging him to fuck her.

  Aria’s nipples tightened just at the memory of writing that on her contract form. It was there alongside her safe word. She’d chosen Popsicle, just like Anastasia in the movie. Aria’s pussy dampened at the thought of some big man tying her up and carrying her over his shoulder into his tent. She shook her head and looked out the huge windows of the helicopter. Were they even called windows on a helicopter? The Carolina mainland was well behind them, and an island, likely the one they were going to, was coming up in front of them.

  She could see a lot of green, probably trees. Yes, as they neared the island she could see it was covered with trees. They circled over a grassy area, and the helicopter landed gently. Her ride was over, but damn, it’d been exciting, a totally breathtaking way to start their vacation.

  They’d only been permitted one small carry-on for their luggage, but that was be
cause there wasn’t much room in the helicopter once the four of them plus the pilot got in. She didn’t mind. T-shirts, shorts, and a bikini didn’t take up much space anyway.

  Aria disembarked with her friends and stood braiding the ends of her hair until she realized she was doing it, and then she thrust her hands in her jeans pockets. It was a nervous tic she’d had all her life, and she really ought to stop touching her hair.

  The pilot handed their paperwork one by one to a group of men waiting for them. They all wore the navy blue Caves of Correction T-shirt with the writing embroidered in white over their pocket. The man who called her name was every bit as delicious-looking as the pilot. They bred big handsome men here. Or maybe they only hired yummy-looking ones.

  “I’m Cayden Marshall. Please follow me,” he said.

  She took hold of the handle of her carry-on and followed the man. He was well over six foot to her five five and had curly brown hair and brown eyes. Her eyes were brown, but his were much richer and darker, just like chocolate. Oh yes, he was nice. I hope that means he’s going to be my Dom. I bet he knows how to paddle an ass to perfection.

  Aria looked all around as they walked, but the path they were on was a tiny narrow trail. So narrow in fact his broad shoulders scarcely fit between the shrubbery on either side of the path. They turned onto a second trail, and then a third, before they arrived at a wooden cottage with a sturdy door. Cayden unlocked it and waved her in, turning on the lights as he did, but not coming past the threshold himself.

  He handed her the copy of her contract the pilot had given him. “You have until midnight to change your mind about any or all items on the contract. Until then you can choose to leave immediately or decide not to do some of the activities you’ve checked. But after midnight the contract is set. The only way to change your mind after midnight is to say your safe word. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “What is your safe word?”

  “Popsicle.”

  “Read your contract carefully, make any changes, and leave it on the table here.”

  He closed the door and was gone. The pilot had already made them reread their contracts and say if they still agreed to it on the helicopter, and they were giving her another chance to change her mind. Aria had no intention of unchecking any items on the list. She’d spent a lot of time thinking about everything and had decided that because this was likely to be the only time ever in her life that she came to a BDSM resort, now was the time to experience all the scenarios that intrigued her. If she didn’t enjoy them here, at a proper resort with trained and experienced Doms, she wouldn’t likely enjoy them in real life either.

  She ran her finger along the lines of her contract, rereading every page, but she wasn’t willing to give anything up, not even the fantasy scenes including the abduction and forced seduction, the ménage sex, or anything else. No, now was the time to try everything she’d ever desired.

  Aria laid the contract on the table as instructed and looked around her little cottage. The room was like a hotel room, not a whole lot larger than the bed, with a TV bolted to the ceiling so she could watch it in bed, a little table with a chair, and a door leading, she supposed, into the bathroom.

  Half a dozen steps took her to the bathroom door, and she turned that light on. This room was almost as large as the bedroom, much larger than a standard hotel bathroom. There was a huge shower with glass walls, a glass door, and a seat inside. The sink was against the sidewall with three drawers underneath it, and the toilet between it and the shower. The final side of the room had a full-size tub with a mirrored wall behind it.

  Wow, luxurious indeed. She could imagine lying in that tub soaking in hot water and bubbles while reading a book.

  She walked around the bedroom again, opened the closet, and put her few clothes and her carry-on case in there. Then she noticed a second door between the front door and the corner of the room. The handle didn’t move when she tried it, so she wondered if it was to a connecting room, but it was locked so that was fine. She went to the door, wanting to open it, stand outside, and look around, but that door was locked as well. Cayden must have locked it when he left her, and he didn’t give her the key.

  Aria shrugged. Maybe they didn’t want people wandering around getting lost. Night would fall soon, and they’d come collect her to take her to dinner. Meanwhile, she’d try out that tub. It looked wonderful.

  * * * *

  Cayden Marshall, along with his brothers Seb and Leo, had been planning for this occasion for months. They’d hosted a client at the resort once before and had done their very best to please her. The woman had enjoyed her stay but had been eager to return to her home and her career. For her, the experience was one to tick off her bucket list, not an indication that she was willing to step into the lifestyle permanently.

  Nevertheless, Cayden looked on it as good training. He and his brothers had to learn to focus on their client to the exclusion of everything else. Only when they made her the center of their world would she have any hope of seeing beyond the client relationship to the possibility of something bigger, deeper, and altogether more.

  Already they’d seen Aria’s contract and been planning ideas and scenes to use with her, but nothing would be settled until midnight. Although it was rare, occasionally a client took one look at the island and the BDSM Caves of Correction and changed her mind. Cayden hoped with all his heart that this wouldn’t happen this time to any of these four women.

  It was the first time the island had hosted four clients simultaneously, and that was going to be a challenge. But it also meant four families had the opportunity of finding their mate, and that was a wonderful hope for the future.

  Panther shape-shifters, like most shape-shifters, tended to breed twice as many males as females. Cayden and his brothers were panthers, as were most of the people on the island. Over one hundred years ago their ancestors had purchased the island so they could escape persecution because of their differences. The panthers did their very best to fly under the radar and be accepted as human. Here, on the island, they at last had the freedom to run whenever they wanted to. And now, Cayden hoped, he and his brothers might have been allocated the woman who would become their true mate.

  Clients were told that because of the distance from the mainland, telecommunications weren’t good. In actuality, the panthers blocked telecommunications signals on the island, except for inside the original house, the Alpha’s home, and also where the offices were. The block was for their safety, so their shape-shifter side was not accidently discovered by someone overhearing their conversations. The Internet security around the big house was extremely tight. No ordinary hacker would ever break into it.

  Many of the panthers had Internet-based jobs. They maintained websites, provided Internet troubleshooting services, were graphic designers, and professors teaching online courses. He was one of the helicopter pilots and helped his brothers maintain websites. It wasn’t a particularly difficult job, except on rare occasions when a system crashed without warning and data had to be retrieved, if possible. Mostly it was simply a matter of adding new data on a set date each month. He liked that. It made a nice, relaxing contrast from flying the helicopter. But what he really enjoyed was planning scenes in the dungeon designed to bring a sub to her knees, begging for their cocks.

  He could just picture Aria’s long black hair wrapped around his fist as he fucked her mouth. But it was better not to even think about that until after midnight. He would be bitterly disappointed if she changed her mind, but that was her right. He just had to wait and hope.

  He didn’t want to go back to the office, so he went straight home, deciding to spend some more time planning the scenes they’d enact with Aria. Everything had to be designed with a step-by-step progression to drive her wild with need for them, the need for the punishment and then for their bodies.

  Because the original cottages on the island had been built over caves, they were spread across most o
f the land. The big house was by the main beach, and it, too, had a series of caves beneath it. But most of the other family cottages had been deliberately built hidden away among the foliage, with access to a cave in case persecutors followed the panthers to their homes.

  Many of the caves had been turned into dungeons because panthers tended to be both Dominant and possessive, but they’d also come in useful when hurricanes passed near the island. Not that one had hit the island for fifteen years or more. But they did get heavy winds and rain at times, and the caves were the ideal venue to wait out the storm.

  However, in the cottages refurbished for clients, the cave was intended as a place of pleasure. They were all equipped with items designed to bring a sub the maximum delight.

  Cayden’s dick hardened when he thought of using a brand-new flogger on Aria’s neat little backside or of chaining her from the ceiling and teaching her the pleasures of waiting until the Master decided it was time to tease her to a climax.

  From the outside his cottage was almost invisible, little more than a door by a rocky outcrop. Inside it was spacious, built over several levels down the slope of the land.

  As children, he and his brothers had explored a network of caves under their home, venturing into narrow cracks to find hiding places while also checking that there were no unexpected entrances an intruder could use to get inside.

  Their father had assured them he’d done the same thing as a boy, but Cayden, Seb, and Leo had been sure they’d discover more caves. They’d found some nifty hiding places that only a child could squeeze into, but no entrances or paths back to the surface. Still, they’d been the envy of many other island children for possessing numerous connected caves instead of just the one under their home.

 

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