Trained by Three Panthers [Caves of Correction 3] (11 page)

“Awesome. That’s what I wanted to talk about. I want us to mate her and make her ours forever,” Asher said, almost bouncing up and down in his chair like a six-year-old with excitement.

“Another week here will certainly be a huge help to convincing her to stay. I want us to mate her as well,” Declan added.

“I think we all already knew inside ourselves that she is the one for us all,” Colter said. “She’s more than I ever dreamed of or hoped for. But having the extra week will make convincing her so much easier. I suggest we plan a BDSM scene right now to stretch and fulfill her. We haven’t really done all that much with her so far and need to remedy that right away.”

“Chains and handcuffs. I wonder if she can undo handcuffs?” Asher said.

“It wouldn’t surprise me if she could. Our job is to convince her that she wants to leave them on because of the scene we’ll be playing with her.”

Colter grinned at them both, and Asher couldn’t help but grin right back at him.

“What kind of scene did you have in mind?” Declan asked.

Asher sat up straighter in his chair. Hell yes. How were they going to entice her tonight?

* * * *

Colter hoped Kenz hadn’t gone to bed. She’d said originally that she wasn’t all that enthusiastic about physical exercise, and they’d not only walked quite a few miles today, but also she’d expended a lot of energy helping clean up the fallen timber. It wouldn’t surprise him at all if anyone was very tired, let alone a city woman.

However, he’d decided they would wake her. He wanted to tell her about the offer to stay an extra week. No, more than that he wanted to urge her to stay on with them. He was a little bit worried that perhaps her employer might not be willing to release her for another week, or that maybe she couldn’t afford not earning a salary for that long, but he still hoped to convince her to stay.

Besides, once she mated them, or even agreed to stay with them, she wouldn’t have to pay for her apartment or her car anymore. All her possessions could be brought to the island, and she could take her time rearranging their house, replacing their things with hers if that’s what she wanted. Fuck, whatever made her feel at home. And if she genuinely wanted to work, the Caves of Correction business was expanding, and there were always other jobs that needed to be done on the island. She could wait and find some work that suited her or just busy herself however she pleased. His only desire was for her to adjust to the place and to grow to love them and their home.

When they arrived at her cottage he knocked lightly on the door. It opened immediately, and he smiled. “I’m so glad you didn’t lose your hairpins in the lake,” he said, teasing her.

“When I get home and have Internet access, I’ll send you a link to a decent locksmith so you can change all the locks on the houses. Not everyone is as innocent as me.”

“You might have Internet access tomorrow,” Declan said.

Colter felt a frown forming on his face, but they had to tell her the truth sometime so it might as well be now.

“Does the Internet work better in certain weather conditions?” she asked.

He patted the bed. “Sit down so we can talk a little.”

She sat and looked from one of them to the others. “You said not every family had checked in. Are Aria, Piper, and Maddy okay?”

Asher stroked her shoulder. “There’s no problem like that. No people have been hurt by the hurricane, although there’s going to be a few weeks of solid cleanup to be done and a couple of the houses require attention.”

“The Alpha is offering the four of you an extra week’s vacation on the island at no extra charge because Hurricane Nathan has spoiled some of your fun. He suggested you all contact your tour agent and employers or whomever you need to, so you can all stay longer with us,” Declan said.

Colter watched her face as various expressions chased each other across it. First was excitement and pleasure, then concern, followed by thoughtfulness. She was a damn smart woman. She was already thinking about whether it would be workable for her to take an extra week.

“Your Alpha is a clever man. My boss definitely will hate me staying away longer. But he would hate it even worse if it was mentioned on the news that because of the hurricane everyone was offered replacement time and my employer wouldn’t let me stay. He’ll be madder than a hornet, but he won’t dare refuse.”

“Will the company pay for the extra time?” asked Asher.

“The time doesn’t matter. I’ve got a lot of leave I haven’t used. My usual problem is convincing my boss to cope without me. It’s not that I’m irreplaceable at all, just that he’s damn lazy and prefers me to cover for him all the time. I’ll enjoy staying here longer. There are so many things we haven’t done yet.” She stared at him, and he smiled back at her. “We plan to do some of them tonight.”

“Excellent. Shall we go down to the dungeon and get started?”

“Don’t you want to ask us more questions?” Declan asked.

“What for? We won’t know the details of my stay until after I talk to my boss, and the easiest way for me to find out what you’ve planned for tonight is for me to do it.”

“Did you enjoy your dinner?” Asher asked.

“Dinner?”

She paused and Colter knew she was trying to not think about the dungeon while she remembered back an hour ago.

“Oh, yes, thank you it was delicious. The food here has been wonderful.”

But it was very obvious that all her thoughts were on the dungeon scene she’d so correctly guessed they were about to play. Her eyes had a faraway look in them that instantly told him all he needed to know about where her thoughts were right now. Damn, that was wonderful news. She’d checked so many boxes, and the small amount of time they’d spent had been positive, but the fact that she was eager to learn more about BDSM, that she’d asked to go into the dungeon, that she’d refused to wait until tomorrow even though she must be tired, was the best sign yet that she was so very compatible for them. A mate who wasn’t interested in the dungeon would still be loved and cherished. But adding BDSM to their marriage would enrich it so much more than a vanilla lifestyle could.

Colter sighed with relief.

Declan watched her delicious ass sway down the stairs into the dungeon ahead of him. She was wearing a T-shirt with a sweater over it and shorts, which surprised him a little, until he remembered her complaints about only being permitted a carry-on suitcase. He supposed all her jeans were wet or dirty so she had to wear shorts. But that was fine by him. He liked the look of her long, bare legs.

Her skin was only very lightly tanned, so he knew she didn’t get out into the sunshine nearly as often as he did. But likely that was because of her work. She hadn’t sunburned at all the days they’d been together, and they’d been outside in glorious weather all day each day.

She surprised him by walking across to the spanking bench and sitting on it with her legs crossed. He’d never seen her cross her legs before and guessed she was doing it deliberately but had no idea why. It did show off their sleek, silky length, but any position would do that.

“Undress and wait for your Masters,” Colter ordered.

“You know, it’s always me who has to undress. I think that’s rather unfair. There are four people in this room. At the very least, if one is expected to be naked, two should be, just for mathematical balancing purposes.”

Declan couldn’t help the little snort of laughter that burst out of him. Hell yes. Life was so much better with a woman who had a sharp brain and a smart mouth.

Colter took a whip off the wall and cracked it through the air. “Do not argue with your Masters. Undress now.”

Without seeming to move at all, Kenz was standing on the spanking bench. She turned her back to them, lifted her arms up high, slowly pulled her sweater over her head, then shook her shiny shoulder-length brown hair out of its neat ponytail, and, finally, dropped the sweater off her arms and onto the floor. She lifted a foot up and let her flip-flop drop, then did the same thing with the other one.

Declan’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped as she walked to the far end of the spanking bench before shimmying her hips, wiggling her ass, and pulling her shorts down. Only then did she turn and face them, her shorts balanced on one bare foot extended out in front of her. She flipped them into the air, and Declan found himself lunging to catch her clothing.

He supposed he should be surprised she was walking up and down the spanking bench without looking at the placement of her feet, as if she was on solid ground. Of course, a bench wasn’t as narrow as a gymnastic balance beam, but it wasn’t as smooth as something meant for walking on such as the tiled floor either. At least he knew now why she’d had her legs crossed. It’d somehow given her the leverage to jump up onto the furniture. Likely it was another trick her father had taught her. Learning about her was like opening one of those Russian matryoshka dolls. Every time they exposed one layer there was another one inside.

Asher started stamping his feet, slapping his hands, and chanting, “Strip, strip, strip.”

Declan laughed and joined in. Colter stared at them, then grinned and stomped along with them.

Kenz smiled widely at them from her perch on the spanking bench, wiggled her breasts at them, and removed her T-shirt inch by teasing inch. As she passed it over her head, momentarily blindfolding herself, Colter stepped forward, grabbed her in his arms, and sat on the bench, flipping her over his knee.

“It’s time you learned to behave, you naughty sub.”

Declan sighed. He’d been enjoying her show, but Colter was right. The sub was supposed to obey, not take charge. But hell, it’d been extremely enjoyable. Of course, what was about to come next would be even better.

While Colter spanked her with his hands, Declan and Asher raced over to the drawers in the counter to prepare the scene as they’d previously planned it. But he couldn’t stop smiling at Kenz’s clever way of taking charge, even if it was only for a few minutes. Asher helped Colter remove her underwear and then lay Kenz on the spanking bench, and the three of them buckled her wrists and ankles into the restraints. Declan locked a set of handcuffs from each of her wrists to the metal structure of the spanking bench as well. If her lock-picking skills were as good as they appeared to be, nothing would keep her still for long, but hopefully she would choose to stay in position for the game, although it wouldn’t surprise him if she decided to unlock the restraints just because she could.

It was much easier to punish her properly on the spanking bench than it had been with her on the floor. She was at the perfect height for them all, and they were able to use all their skills to demonstrate a variety of strokes, paces, and techniques on the delicious canvas of her ass, shoulders, and thighs.

Colter whipped her until the pink of her ass where he’d spanked her was heightened by a series of parallel lines from his whip. Asher concentrated his flogger on her shoulders making them sweetly pink, and Declan paddled her thighs until they were rosy red. While his brothers punished her he watched Kenz’s body language to ensure she was enjoying the punishment. It was intended to heighten her arousal, to raise her to a peak where she longed for their cocks to bring her release.

Declan could smell her cream. It didn’t need his panther’s heightened senses to know how wet her cunt had gotten. But it was her faint movements, the little wiggles and the hiss she gave from time to time, that illustrated to him most clearly that she was a very willing participant in the proceedings.

He realized that because of her teasing they hadn’t begun the scene as they’d intended to do, reminding her of her safe word—
paycheck
. It was an odd choice of word and he wanted to find out why she’d chosen it. But now was most definitely not the correct time to do that. Later would be fine. After they’d fucked her and after they’d talked to her about becoming their mate. The evening was just beginning, and while he didn’t want to rush any stage, it was all planned as a lead up to the most important question of all—asking Kenz to be with the three of them forever.

* * * *

Her ass was hotter than fire, and her libido was screaming for the men to take her to bed. Mackenzie could never remember being this desperate for a man’s touch. Two minutes on the spanking bench had told her indisputably that she liked being punished. Well, she’d guessed that already, but this time had accentuated the feelings. Sure if they’d left her here she would have been able to escape. Undoing buckles was baby simple, and even the handcuffs weren’t that tricky, especially since by raising her shoulders and turning her head she’d be able to see what she was doing.

However, escaping was the one thing she wouldn’t be doing anytime soon. She wanted more of this delicious torture. More touches from their big, hard hands, more teasing sensations from lightly trailed flogger strands, more glimpses of feet and hands as they moved around the spanking bench, and more hints of their own desire from the flashes she saw of thick cocks outlined by tight denim jeans, right at her eye level.

Hell yeah. They were as aroused as she was, and that was five-alarm-fire hot.

She sensed Asher leaning over her, and then he was rubbing ice up and down her back. Not over her ass, which was fiery hot, but over the length of her back where she hadn’t been punished. Kenz had no idea why, even when both the other brothers leaned over her as well.

She smelled burning, a flame, and realized what was about to happen at the exact moment when a scorching blob of candle wax landed on her back. The damp cold from the ice likely prevented it from burning her too badly, but she still gave an involuntary flinch as it landed and only just prevented herself from yelling.

Kenz forced herself to relax as Colter dripped more candle wax up and down her back. Asher was still rubbing ice on places on her back where the wax was to be put, and Declan was holding the candles and passing them to Colter, who was the one doing the artwork.

Kenz liked that all of them were equally involved in decorating her skin. She appreciated the surprise of the act. She never would have thought they were planning this, which made it both dramatic and special, as well as fun.