Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories (20 page)

Chapter Two

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lex 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.

When they re-emerged, room service had arrived with chocolate and champagne. Alex pulled his little ninja onto his lap now, feeding her a truffle.

“Mmm,” she moaned. A smudge of dark cocoa powder stained the corners of her lips. He wanted to lick it off.

“So talk to us, Skye.” Joe crossed his legs and contemplated their slave. “Are you punishing Savannah Duke for something? Or do you consider that necklace to be yours?” His brother excelled at understanding people’s inner workings. It contributed to the Magnifico’s becoming the most successful casino in Vegas, catering largely to the wildly wealthy. He both understood their guests’ motivations and anticipated their needs. Alex was the more social of the two—he did the active schmoozing, while Joe sat back and observed, almost always nailing people.

The wealthy socialite-turned-ninja rubbed an invisible spot on the glass table with her napkin. She lifted her elegant shoulders. “The necklace was my mother’s. I don’t like her having it.”

Joe arched a brow. “But it belongs to her now, right?”

The shoulders slumped. She picked at a thread in her napkin. “Everything belongs to her now.”

“She stole your inheritance?” Joe injected a faint jeer in his words.

“She stole my father.” Her lips twisted in a wry grin. “I know, it’s stupid. This wasn’t about the money or the jewels. I’m sure I seem like a spoiled rich brat. It’s hard to explain.”

“Try us,” he said.

She shrugged again. “I don’t know. The idea just evolved. After my father died, I immersed myself in the study of judo. It kept me from my loneliness. Two years ago, some friends from the dojo recruited me for a heist and I learned the art of burglary. I’ve been refining my skills since then, working on team projects. I dreamed up this heist as a personal challenge—a solo job to focus on. Savannah makes a good target. I didn’t want to rob one of her properties because I thought she might guess it was me, so I picked this weekend, at your place. My mistake.”

It was hard not to like Skye Taylor. Now that she’d had an orgasm and eaten a little, the tension in her had eased. He loved the touch of humility, the natural charm. Actually, he’d been in love since the minute he saw her lithe form drop from the air vent in the ceiling.

“Why does Savannah make a good target?” he asked.

Skye returned her focus to the napkin. “It’s complicated.”

“Wicked stepmother, eh?” Alex joked to lighten her mood.

She flashed a grateful smile, her row of perfect white teeth gleaming. “Yeah, pretty much.”

Joe stood and walked to the printer, picked up three sheets of paper, and handed one to each of them. “Let’s all have a look at the contract I drew up.”

Skye’s brow furrowed as she read.

*****

S
kye swallowed. Consensual punishment and slavery. Right. She could do this.

1. Slave agrees to return all items stolen from guests at the Magnifico to the Masters.
   
2. The Masters waive any right to legal action against the slave for her crimes against Casino Magnifico. They agree not to notify the press or police.
   
3. Confidentiality: Both parties agree to keep secret the details of this arrangement including the names of participants and the actions of the slave that resulted in her capture and punishment.
   

Those were the real terms of the contract—the parts that mattered to each of them. The rest, she knew, was about titillation—for the benefit of both parties.

1. Slave agrees to submit to physical punishment which may include spanking, whipping, caning, flogging, paddling on her buttocks, breasts, pussy, or any other area her Masters deem appropriate to punish.
   
2. Slave will accept anal punishment including, but not limited to, butt plugs, figging, the use of heating oils, and anal sex.
   
3. Slave agrees at all times to make her body readily available to her Masters for their use. Slave agrees to wear any and all clothing (or no clothing) as her Masters choose.
   
4. The Masters will engage in protected sex at all times.
   
5. Slave may be tied up or restrained during punishment or sex or whenever the Masters choose.
   
6. Slave agrees to address her Masters as “Sir” or “Master” unless otherwise directed.
   

Her body flushed with heat, just reading about it all. On the one hand, it took the mystery, and therefore, the worst bite of fear away. On the other, now she knew for certain what they were thinking—what they would do with her. Her head swam and she had to gulp a deep breath of air to clear it.

1. The Masters accept full responsibility for slave. This includes, but is not limited to: slave’s survival, health, physical well-being, and mental well-being. Slave accepts full responsibility for informing Masters of any real or perceived dangers or safety concerns, but also accepts that Masters’ decision will be final regarding these issues.
   
2. Slave accepts the responsibility of using a safe word when necessary. Slave acknowledges that safe word is
   “Cupid.”
   The Masters accept the responsibility of assessing situations where slave calls safe word and will, to the best of their ability, make judgment on whether to modify the activity or stop activity entirely.
   
3. Slave agrees to answer any and all questions asked by Masters freely, promptly, and to the best of her knowledge. Slave further agrees to volunteer any information that Masters should know regarding slave’s physical or emotional state. Masters agree never to use this information to harm slave in any way.
   

Skye drew another deep breath. Wow. The part about the brothers caring for her physical and mental well-being gave her more reason to trust them because, despite the irrationality of it, she did.

Hell, taking responsibility for her mental well-being would be more than anyone else in her life had ever done. Her father may have loved her, but he’d never had much time for her, especially not after he’d married Savannah and shipped her off to boarding school. She’d been raised by nannies and butlers. After she bolted for Japan, she’d had nobody but the other members of her dojo. While her physical needs might have been met, mental well-being had been her own responsibility.

Now, sitting here beside these two drool-worthy men, she realized how stunted her emotional growth had been. She’d felt like a damn fool when Joe had questioned her motives for robbing her stepmother.

It had been an occupation to fill her days—the planning and execution of the heist, winning back the necklace. But now that she’d been caught, it seemed so childish, so stupid. And she’d been embarrassed to admit what a fool she’d been. Especially to these worldly, powerful, and strangely caring men.

“Is there anything missing that you can think of?” Joe asked Alex in the same friendly, conversational tone he’d been using.

“Face slapping. She likes it.”

She wanted to insist he was wrong, but remembering her body’s response when he’d done it made her clamp her mouth shut again.

“I think face slapping is covered by the phrase,
any other area her Masters deem appropriate to punish
.” Joe said.

“Then I’m okay with it. How about you, Skye?”

She nodded mutely. Joe handed her a pen. Her name was listed only as
slave skye
”—in lowercase, while theirs were capitalized—so she signed it that way. She seriously doubted this contract would hold up in any legal setting, anyway.

The rest of it—the punishment and sex—well, it terrified and thrilled her at the same time. Her body vibrated in response to reading about all the things they planned to do with her.

The brothers signed the contract as well.

“What’s your safe word?” Alex asked with the tone of patient teacher quizzing his student.

“Cupid.”

“Good girl. And now you’re going to take us to the place you hid the stolen loot.” Alex held out a hand to help her to stand. When she ignored it, he grasped her hand anyway, and bent her arm behind her back. Joe did the same with her other arm so she stood restrained between them.

She likes being forced.
Yeah, she did.

“All right, little ninja, if you aren’t the model of cooperation on this little expedition, we will notify the cops, the press, and your wicked stepmother, understand?”

She laughed at the
wicked stepmother
part.

Both men looked at her, as if fascinated. “I like her smiling,” Alex observed.

It made her smile again, although her face heated.

“Pretty blush, too,” Joe said. He patted her bottom. “How’s your ass? Did Alex leave the plug in?”

“Yep,” Alex answered for her.

“Let’s take it out. I am definitely taking her ass later, and I don’t want her getting too sore.”

They marched her to the sofa and bent her over the arm once more, pulling down her pants. Joe stroked her ass. “Still red.”

“As it should be,” Alex piped in.

“Indeed. We’ll be keeping this ass red and sore for the entire weekend, won’t we?”

She understood this was dirty talk, and it had its intended effect. Her inner thighs quivered, and her pussy dripped.

One of the men gripped the plug. Her muscles automatically tightened around it.

“Relax, or I can’t pull it out, sweetheart. Are you afraid it will hurt?” Joe asked.

“No,” she lied, willing her muscles to relax. The plug came out, stretching her but bringing only a sense of relief, not pain. She exhaled. Her pants came back up, and they pulled her back upright, still with her arms trapped behind her back.

“Let’s go, ninja girl.” The men led her out of the penthouse and into the elevator.

She stole glances at the sexy men flanking her. She wished her sexual experience had not been so limited, because she couldn’t even begin to imagine how this would all work. Would they both have sex with her at once? Take turns?

Joe turned to place his body in front of hers and pushed her back against the wall. His physical presence, his size and masculine scent, was no less intoxicating than Alex’s. “What’s the story, little ninja? No man in your life?”

None. Ever. Unless she counted her father, whom she’d lost—first to Savannah and then to death. She blinked, the pain of that loss still enormous six years later.

He touched her cheek. “You miss your father, don’t you?”

She gaped. How could he possibly have guessed her thoughts?

“He’s weird like that.” Alex shrugged.

“Were you close?”

She shook her head. “He loved me. He always said the right things. But he didn’t have a lot of time to spend with me. Savannah made sure of that.”

Joe stroked her lip with his thumb. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” His phone buzzed, and he looked at it. Both men had been active on their phones—she imagined the casino demanded a lot of their attention. “I’m needed on the floor,” he said to Alex. “Catch back up with you later?”

Alex caught her loose wrist and held both of them behind her back. “Yep.”

Joe turned back to Skye and palmed her jaw in a commanding, I-own-you way. “Don’t give him any trouble.” His velvety baritone and heated look made the warning exciting rather than annoying.

Punished.
She was going to be punished and used sexually by these men.

The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. Joe stepped off. A gaggle of people got on, and she stiffened at a familiar voice.

“Good evening, Ms. Duke.” Alex flashed her stepmother his devastating smile.

The bitch didn’t acknowledge him, not even bothering to look over, but her longtime bodyguard, Charlie Walters, nudged her and murmured something in her ear.

Savannah’s head jerked up, and she stared at her in confusion.
“Skye?”

It had been six years since she’d seen her, but the woman still had the effect of turning her into a pathetic child, lacking any sense of self-worth, needy of love and attention. She twisted her hands against Alex’s hold, wanting to bolt, even though there was nowhere to run. Jesus, fuck. What if Alex didn’t hold up his end of the bargain and said something to her? Her stomach knotted.

“What are you doing here?” She looked suspicious. “I thought you were in China or Japan or whatever.”

Alex shifted, releasing her wrists and tucking her against his side in a protective gesture. “I talked Skye into being my date to the ball. I’m a lucky man.” The kindness of his bluff made her dizzy.

Savannah looked from Alex’s face to hers as if her brain had short-circuited. “You know each other?”

Alex smiled down at Skye, doting affection plastered across his face. “We’ve been seeing each other, but it’s pretty recent.”

Not a lie.

The elevator stopped on the twentieth floor, and he propelled her off. “We’ll catch up with you tomorrow night at the big event.”

Savannah craned her neck to see past her entourage, still gawking at Skye as if she were the famous movie star and not the other way around.

Skye forced a smile and a wave, allowing Alex to take her hand and lead her away. Her fingers trembled in his.

“What’s the deal?” Alex asked when the doors had closed. He trapped her wrists again and propelled her toward her room. “Why does she upset you so much?”

She shook her head. “I just hate her, that’s all.”

“That’s a lot of power you’ve given her over you.”