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It’s not a wolf’s jaw that holds me captive; it’s a man’s hand – firm, unyielding, and clutching me by the scruff of my neck. As the realization hits me, a surge of fear and recognition courses through my veins. It’s Colt – my captor, the one I lashed out at not so long ago…
I swallow hard before attempting a feeble struggle against his grip, but his hold is unrelenting, his fingers digging into my flesh with a pressure that sends shockwaves of pain through my body. I feel like a helpless prey, caught in the grasp of a predator all over again.
Colt’s eyes bore into mine, his expression a mix of determination and something else, something unreadable. He doesn’t speak as he drags me back through the woods, each step a reminder of the power he holds over me. It’s as if he’s a force of nature himself, an immovable object that refuses resistance.
My mind races as we move, my thoughts a tumultuous storm of questions and anger. Why did he have to come after me? Why not just let me go? The silence between us is heavy, pregnant with unspoken tension and the weight of the mess we find ourselves in.
The journey feels endless, every step accompanied by the echo of my racing heartbeat. We reach the familiar confines of the room where I have been held captive, the same room from which I fought so hard to escape. Urgh, this is so disappointing, I could cry.
Colt releases his grip on my neck, allowing me to stumble forward. My breathing is ragged, my body trembling from the adrenaline still running through my veins. I turn to face him, my voice hoarse as I finally speak, the words a mix of accusation and desperation.
“What’s the point of this? Why not just let this come to an end?”
Colt doesn’t offer an answer. Instead, he simply focuses on tying me back up again. “The others will be back soon. This is going to be an issue, you know.”
“Hmm, yeah, I know.” I can almost feel the weight of their judgment on me already.
“I might have to punish you for what you have just done.”
“Punish me?” Is he teasing me? I kinda feel like there might be something going on here. I still have the sensation of his thick calloused hands all over my body which is unnerving. “How?”
He steps back and runs his eyes all over my body. “Strip for me. That’s what you need to do.”
Strip?I should refuse. The refusal sits on the edge of my tongue ready to explode free, but it doesn’t come. Instead I find my fingers slowly peeling my clothing off, succumbing to the tantalizing demand. I want to see how this is going to play out especially because Colt’s eyes are becoming hungrier with desire by the moment.
What is it about these men that makes me act totally out of character?
Colt mutters something under his breath as the rest of my skin explodes free, but I can’t pick out the words. I follow his command though as he wiggles his finger at me and before I know it, I’m lying across his lap, my bare ass up in the air.
“You will have to accept this punishment for running away,” he continues, with that teasing light tone still dancing on his tone. “You can’t do this again.”
Anticipation floods through my body and I tense up because I have no idea what’s going to happen. Colt has all the power over me and my body, and that makes me nervous… but oddly excited as well. Again, I’m left wondering what the hell is going on here.
Oh!I let out a little squeal as a sting heats up my left ass cheek. I wasnotexpecting that. Is he spanking me? Well, that’s… something. The next time his hand connects with me, I’m more ready for it, and prepared to enjoy it. This isn’t something I ever thought I could enjoy, but here we are…
“Wait!” I cry out before he smacks me again. “Just one thing… tell me something…” He pauses, sounding as breathless as I feel. Is he enjoying this as well? Now that’s thrilling. I definitely shouldn’t like that as much as I do. “Why can’t I shift in here?”
I don’t think Colt is going to tell me because he never says anything, but he does, much to my surprise. “It’s the collar. The one around your neck.” He tugs on it as if I need a reminder. “It’s silver. You can’t shift with it on.”
Before I can ask any more questions, his hand connects with my ass once more, taking the air right out of my lungs. All I can really do is collapse into his lap, and see where this sensation will take me.
6
MADDOX
The first rays of morning sun filters through the window, casting a gentle glow across the room. I enter Lily’s room, a plate of food balanced carefully in my hands. Each day, she’s been brought her meals, a small gesture of care amidst the chaos surrounding us. But today’s offering is different – it’s more special, more deliberate.
The plate is adorned with a feast that goes beyond the usual fare of toast or cereal. A full breakfast spread greets her eyes; bacon, eggs, beans, sausages, all cooked to perfection, with a slice of buttered toast, roasted tomatoes glistening with flavor, and other delectable accompaniments. The aroma wafts through the air, which I hope calms her down.
I approach her with a small smile, setting the plate down on the bedside table. “I thought you might enjoy a heartier breakfast today,” I say, my voice carrying a touch of genuine concern.
Lily’s eyes light up at the sight of the meal, gratitude evident in her expression. “This looks amazing,” she replies softly, her voice tinged with surprise and appreciation.
I settle into the chair beside her bed, watching as she picks up her fork and begins to eat. There’s a sense of contentment in the room, which surprises me. I thought she’d be feistier, like she has been with Colt. As she savors each bite, I find myself drawn to the simple pleasure of sharing this moment with her because I can really study her beauty here.
I can see why Ryker likes her, because Lily is a red haired bombshell. I find myself drawn to her like a moth to a flame. I watch her features, loving the delicate blend of softness and strength. Her eyes contain a mesmerizing hue that shifts between shades of green and blue like a forest illuminated by sunlight. I can’t get enough.
Then my eyes draw down her face. Her lips hold a natural curve, sometimes teasing with a hint of a smile that conveys a playful and confident side. Every movement she makes is a dance of elegance and grace, and her presence commands attention without her needing to ask for it. Her figure is a work of art, sculpted by a combination of genetics and a spirit that’s unafraid to embrace her own identity. She’s gorgeous, I’m struck by her. I don’t know what to do about that. Not only because Ryker likes her, but because she’s our captive as well. This isn’t ideal.
