Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories

by Sierra Cartwright

  She ought to tell him to get his roving hands off her, but her lips wouldn’t move to speak. Maybe she just needed to know what happened next in the “girl zip-tied to a chair” scenario.

  She tore her eyes away from Alex’s to find Joe watched, too, leaning casually against their kitchen counter, eyes glittering. Electricity crackled between all three of them. She arched, wriggling her hips.

  “Is this pussy wet for me...for us?”

  Jesus and Mary.

  His finger contacted her clit through the thin fabric of her pants and made a feather-light circle around it.

  She jerked, hard, not that it did any good. She literally couldn’t move.

  His eyebrows lifted in a mock-stern expression. “I told you to stop struggling. Keep it up, and I’ll hogtie you. That chair is a luxury, sweetheart.”

  A wave of heat swept through her at the threat. She closed her eyes and willed herself to relax.

  “Good girl.” The words came softly. “We don’t want you hurt.”

  “At least not by zip-ties,” Joe amended.

  Her tongue struggled to speak. “How do you want me hurt?”

  Alex’s finger returned to her clit.

  She shoved her pelvis forward, pushing into his touch, needing more.

  “I can think of dozens of ways I’d like to hurt you, ninja girl.” Joe’s lips curved in a sexy-sinister smile. “And all of them involve you helpless, naked, and bound.”

  Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. A wash of both heat and cold spread across her body. She thought of the eyehooks in the bedroom. Yep, kinksters. Both of them.

  “The real question is, how do you want us”—Alex looked over his shoulder at his brother—“to hurt you?” He removed his finger from her swollen clit, making her moan with frustration.

  She’d be the first to admit her experience with men had been limited. Her father had married Savannah Duke when she was just twelve, and she’d been shipped off to a girls’ boarding school so her stepmother didn’t have to compete with her for her father’s attention.

  He’d died during finals of her senior year, and Savannah—the bitch—hadn’t told her until three days later. Skye had been so pissed, so grieved, she’d disappeared to Japan to study judo. She took on an ascetic lifestyle—no men, no friends, really. She wasn’t a prude; men just hadn’t been a part of her path.

  Now, quivering under the Jamison brothers’ heated stares, she wondered how she’d escaped sex all these years. Because if she didn’t scratch this itch soon, she was sure she would die on the spot.

  “Are you offering me a plea bargain?” Her voice cracked.

  Joe folded his arms across his chest. “I’m not offering you anything until all the stolen property is returned. Then we can negotiate appropriate punishment.”

  That word again. It made her pussy contract. At this point, the stolen items were the only leverage she had for her freedom, though. She shook her head. “We bargain first. My freedom for the stolen jewels.”

  Joe gave a mirthless laugh. “You’re not in the position to demand anything from us.”

  She lifted her chin. “Aren’t I?”

  Only she knew where the stolen jewels were hidden.

  His face hardened. Alex’s lost the amused benevolence.

  Okay, she didn’t want them pissed. Joe was right in that sense—she wasn’t exactly sitting in the catbird’s seat. “I have the jewels—I haven’t fenced anything, yet. But if you call the cops, you’ll never see them again.”

  Joe cut his eyes to his brother. “Call Savannah Duke.”

  The air left her chest all at once, making it hard to speak. “No,” she gasped. Jesus, no. She couldn’t face the woman under normal circumstances, much less after being caught trying to steal from her. Savannah didn’t need more fuel to humiliate her.

  Alex held his thumb poised over the keys on his phone and raised his eyebrows, waiting.

  “I’ll get you the jewels. Just”—her heart thumped erratically, jumping around faster than when she’d been sparring with Alex—“I just need some reassurances.”

  Alex put the phone away, pursed his lips, and looked at Joe, whose face remained implacable. “Like what?”

  She licked her lips. “No cops. Complete confidentiality—I want my identity kept from the victims.”

  From Savannah Duke.

  *****

  Joe eyed the leggy blonde. She was undeniably beautiful. According to their photo match, she was none other than Skye Taylor, daughter of deceased billionaire Ernie Taylor, stepdaughter to Hollywood actress and her intended burglary victim, Savannah Duke.

  If her little heist had only been about stealing from her stepmother, she had some complicated personal issues going on. Not that any of that mattered to him, so long as all the stolen goods were returned.

  Alex was angling for some kinky punishment play, but his interest wavered. Alex knew it and was working on cementing the fantasy. “Jewels returned, no cops, complete confidentiality for both parties, and you submit to our punishment.”

  Skye may be frightened, but Alex definitely flipped her switch with the punishment talk. Her nipples stood rigid, begging to be tortured.

  Okay, maybe he could be brought around to Alex’s point of view. It would be a hot scenario and the beautiful captive fascinated him.

  Skye licked her berry lips. “Please define punishment.”

  “Punishment includes but is not limited to spanking, caning, whipping, sexual slavery, anal punishment—” Alex recited.

  “No anal punishment,” she broke in.

  “That’s a non-negotiable,” Joe shot back. “You stole from my casino, you’re going to take it in the ass.”

  The shock on her face made it hard not to laugh.

  “Sex will always be protected, and the punishments won’t cause any lasting harm,” Alex said, still working as mediator.

  “Wait, now it’s punishments, plural?”

  Alex gave her a feral grin. “Yes. You’ll be our prisoner for the remainder of the weekend. We will punish you and use you as we see fit and you will submit to us in everything. Tomorrow night you’ll be our date to the Valentine’s ball. We will release you by noon on Sunday.”

  She eyed them warily. “Why do you want me to be your date to the Valentine’s ball?”

  The ball was a fundraiser for the democratic presidential candidate, and the reason for the convergence of so many wealthy and famous people at the Magnifico that weekend.

  “Because you’re beautiful,” he answered for Alex. “And famous.”

  She licked her lips again, a nervous gesture that was starting to turn him on. He could think of quite a few uses for that little pink tongue... “You know who I am.” It was more of a statement of dismay than a question.

  “Yes. We will honor your confidentiality, so long as you hold up your end of the bargain.”

  Her shoulders slumped. She croaked, “Okay. Please untie me.”

  Alex stooped to cut off the zip-ties and gathered her up into his arms, holding her. She shivered and put her hands on his chest. When she tipped her head up, he claimed her mouth, which she opened for his plundering.

  Joe watched the exchange, rearranging his hardened cock in his pants. Skye Taylor was a tasty Valentine’s surprise. “I’m going to order room service,” he said to normalize things. “What do you two want to eat?” It was close to eleven now, which was always the time he was ready for a snack, since they generally stayed up for most of the night.

  “Anything chocolate.” Skye looked cheered by the talk of food.

  Cute. She was damn cute. They’d received a large order of chocolate truffles for the Valentine’s weekend, so he ordered up a box, along with a bottle of champagne. “I’ll draw up a contract.”

  BDSM contracts were fun—not so much as a binding legal agreement, more as a form of foreplay and preparing their sub for what was to come.

  Skye held the pieces of her torn shirt together to cover her breasts.
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  “None of that,” Alex scolded, slapping her hands away. “In fact, I would prefer her naked, wouldn’t you, Joe?”

  “Clamp her nipples,” he said, playing straight man and not looking up from his laptop. “And spank her before we go—she needs to feel owned.”

  “Go where?” Her voice rose at the last word.

  “To retrieve the jewels. After we eat, of course. And after your spanking. Go ahead, Alex, strip her, plug her, and whip her with your belt. If she takes it well, maybe let her come.”

  Alex’s lips stretched into a smile.

  Skye looked ready to make a break for the closest door.

  Joe pretended to be blasé over it all and plopped down on the couch with his laptop to work on the contract.

  “Take off your clothes.” Alex backed Skye up a few feet, advancing on her with a predatory prowl.

  Joe’s conscience pricked. While this situation was hot, coercing an unwilling participant into their fantasy wouldn’t be cool. “Skye.”

  She turned her head, a section of pale blonde hair falling across her slender shoulder.

  “We can come up with a different option, if you don’t want the cops and you can’t handle this kind of punishment.”

  Alex glowered.

  Skye’s chin lifted. “I can handle it.”

  *****

  If Joe hadn’t said the thing about letting her come, she’d be more afraid. Every two minutes, she found herself questioning her sanity. Her hormones must have gone haywire and diverted all the blood from her brain to her core. She fervently hoped her instinct to trust these guys wasn’t off.

  Alex stepped closer to her, his large, muscled body invading her senses. He was even sexier up close—the chiseled jawline, sensuous lips. His intoxicating masculine scent made her want to spar with him again. She wanted to feel him take charge of her and bend her to his will.

  His eyes locked on hers with a heated gaze. As if he knew she didn’t want to stand there and strip for him like a cowed ninny, he reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, over her head. “Do all cat burglars wear ninja suits without any underclothes?”

  She shrugged, warding off a blush by sheer will. “It makes it easier for crawling in tight spaces.”

  His eyes flicked toward the rope still hanging down from the vent. “Well, I approve.” He turned her around so she faced away from him and pushed her torso down over the arm of the sofa.

  For a brief moment, she imagined she’d be lucky enough to keep her pants on, but then his thumbs hooked in the waistband and he peeled them down to mid-thigh. Having them lowered rather than removed was infinitely more humiliating. She supposed he knew that.

  “I’m going to start with a warm-up, just with my hand. Then you’ll get the plug and the belt. “Clasp your hands behind your neck and keep them there.”

  She wasn’t even sure what the plug meant, but she could imagine. She didn’t want to nicely submit, even though her pussy dripped for the spanking.

  Joe idly glanced up from the very same couch she was bent over. Perhaps noticing she hadn’t complied with Alex’s directions, he reached out and grasped her wrists, pulling them until her arms were straight out in front of her, her breasts pressed flat against the suede couch cushion. “She likes to be forced.”

  Joe did not send her smoldering glances. His were the opposite—cool, manicured. Unaffected.

  “Noticed that earlier. I’m happy to oblige.”

  What was it about being talked about as if she were an object that wound her crank so much?

  Before she had time to contemplate it further, Alex’s hand crashed down on her bare ass, harder than she’d imagined a simple hand-spanking would be. Good thing she liked pain.

  She drew a breath to prepare herself for the next smack. It didn’t disappoint. Her left cheek received the same treatment then the right again. As far as she could tell, Alex didn’t hold back, smacking her poor ass at a rapid rate. Despite her resolve to enjoy it, she didn’t have time to adjust to the pain and her breath caught in her throat with her gasps. She rose to her tiptoes and squeezed her cheeks together as if to ward off the pain.

  Not wanting to let them know what a wimp she was, she bit her lips to keep from crying out, pressing her face down into the cushions.

  “How’s she doing?” Alex asked, still whaling away on her ass, which quite possibly had burst into flames.

  “Mm.” Joe made a noncommittal sound. “She’s hasn’t settled into it yet.”

  How in the hell was she supposed to “settle into” having her ass painted red?

  Joe slid closer to her, her wrists still caged in his palm. He reached under her and pulled her nipple.

  Oh God. It hurt in the very best way. The twin sensations of having her bottom lit on fire and her nipple pinched and pulled wreaked havoc on her sanity. The pain inflicted by Alex took on a different timbre now. What registered as too painful before now morphed into something erotic and exciting. And still, too painful. But good. Hurty good.

  Joe moved to her other nipple, rolling it, pulling it, squeezing. “Spank her pussy.”

  The room swooped. Was pussy spanking a real thing?

  Alex forced her feet apart and brought his hand up between her legs. The moisture there accentuated the sound of the slap.

  “She’s so wet,” Alex murmured.

  “Punish that little pussy until she screams for release.”

  Too late. She was already screaming. At least in her head. She bit the couch cushion as he slapped her feminine folds, striking her clit. Each smack sent equal measures of pain and need ratcheting through her body. She panted, desperate for release.

  “Okay.” Joe spoke, and Alex stopped the spanking. “She’s close. Get a plug and whip her.”

  How did Joe know these things about her? If she had a digital display flashing the status of her naughty parts, she’d love to see it herself because, at this point, she was too muddled to know up from down.

  Alex left and Joe separated her wrists, rubbing the welts from the zip-ties. “I’m sorry this happened to you, sweetheart,” he said. “I don’t like to see marks anywhere but on your ass.”

  His words reassured her. She’d already decided they weren’t psychopaths, but evidence was proving they were actually gentlemen, apart from the sadism part.

  The caress of a large hand across her smarting flesh signaled Alex’s return. Something cool and hard pressed against her anus and she yelped, clenching her butt cheeks tight.

  Alex delivered several sharp slaps to the backs of her legs. “None of that, ninja girl. I want to see your pretty little pucker. Don’t worry, there’s plenty of lube on this plug.”

  Any confusion she had about the purpose of the plug cleared. She didn’t unclench her ass.

  Joe’s hand tangled in her hair, and he used it to pull her head up. “Open for Alex, sweetheart. This is one area you don’t want to be forced. Trust me.”

  When he put it that way, she had to agree. She drew a deep breath and willed her muscles to loosen.

  “More, ninja. This ass belongs to me.”

  Her tight sphincter released, and he pushed the plug past the ring of muscle. It burned, which made her tighten again, which of course made it burn even more.

  “Exhale, angel.”

  She blew out her breath, and he thrust the plug forward. She mewled, but the plug seated, filling her and stretching her anus.

  “Good girl,” Joe said, although she wasn’t sure what she’d done to merit the praise. “Now whip her—slow and steady.”

  Knowing, by virtue of Joe’s directions, what was coming next did little to ease her apprehension. If anything, it made it worse.

  Behind her, the sound of Alex’s belt zipping through the belt loops made her shiver. She tensed, her shoulders creeping up toward her ears.

  He didn’t make her wait long. The flick of the leather displacing air reached her ears a split second before the belt struck her flesh. It was both better and worse than she
expected. The leather was slappy—a lighter touch than Alex’s hand, so the initial impact didn’t hurt as much, but the line of fire that followed made her howl.

  She clamped her lips shut, embarrassed.

  “You can make all the noise you like, ninja girl,” Joe said, starting in on her nipples again. “No one will hear you up here.”

  Alex whipped her.

  She lurched to her toes and hissed.

  Joe twisted her nipple.

  “Oh my God, what are you doing to me?”

  It was too much—the plug in her ass, the whipping, the nipple torture—all at once. Her body trembled with desperate need.

  Alex whipped her again and again. The leather struck the plug, jostling it inside her ass.

  She gasped.

  “Harder,” Joe instructed.

  “No, please.”

  Oh no, was she really begging? The weekend of slavery had only just begun, and she’d already lost all dignity.

  Alex whipped harder, faster.

  She screamed and bucked.

  Joe tugged at her sore nipples. “Whip her pussy until she comes.”

  W-what?

  Alex pushed her feet even wider. She fought him this time. There was no way he was whipping her pussy. Uh uh. No.

  He mastered her easily, wedging his leg and foot against hers to pin her legs apart. He slapped the end of the belt up against her clit.

  It stung, but it wasn’t as bad as she’d feared.

  He brought it up again.

  She moaned.

  He slapped a little harder.

  Tears leaked out of her eyes, and she made some incoherent sounds.

  Joe wrapped a fist in her hair and lifted her head once more. “Come for us, Skye.”

  “I-I...” She didn’t even know what she was trying to say.

  The belt flicked her again and again. Suddenly, Alex’s fingers were between her legs, rubbing her clit.

  Sensation exploded. Lights danced behind her eyes as her pussy clenched and contracted in the most intense orgasm she’d ever had, not that masturbation climaxes even counted.

  Chapter Two

  Alex took Skye into Joe’s bedroom and put her in one of his brother’s blue button-downs. She tied the tails in a knot at her waist, managing to look fashionable in a shirt so big she swam in it.