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  She panicked, utterly terrified, a high-pitched sound escaping her in spite of the tape as her heart hammered in her chest. The bindings were even tighter than they had been before and she couldn’t take it. Not again. She’d barely been able to tolerate being in the back of the van, and then in the chair. She was fast reaching the end of her personal tether for being tied up.

  Chase was the only one to really notice or care how stressed it made her. As Brian and Col left her flailing on the couch, he came forward to soothe her.

  “You’ve got to calm down, sweetheart,” Chase said, stroking her hair gently away from her forehead. “We’re not going to hurt you, but…”

  “Oh, we’re going to hurt her,” Col chimed in. “We’re just not going to harm her.”

  “Shut the hell up, Col,” Chase growled. “You’re not helping.”

  “I’m not going to make this easy on her. She didn’t make it easy on us!”

  “I said, shut up!” Chase stood to face his comrade. They were practically nose to nose, growling at one another like two fierce big cats as Lacey watched, helplessly bound.

  “Break it up!” Rex walked through the middle of the muscular men, shoving them both aside “If you’re going to fight over her, she goes in the cage.”

  Lacey shook her head furiously. No. Not the cage. She didn’t want to be alone in the vehicle, even if it was air conditioned.

  “We’re not fighting, we’re…”

  “Okay, that’s it.”

  She let out a squeal as Rex stooped and grabbed her up before carrying her away, not to the car as she had been afraid of, but through a door she had figured led to a closet or something. Except it didn’t.

  There was a big iron cage behind that door—or a small prison cell. She had technically been held in worse, but that didn’t mean this was okay, because it wasn’t. She started to scream through the tape, kicking and wriggling, but Rex didn’t pay any mind to her struggles. He put her down on a fold-out cot that sat inside and crouched to pull the ropes off her before removing the tape, which stung as he peeled it from her soft lips. Tied and untied, tied and untied, she couldn’t keep up with the rapid fire bondage.

  “Please don’t leave me in here,” she begged as soon as she could speak, tears filling her eyes. “Please. Seriously. I’ll do anything.”

  “Anything except sit down, be quiet, and stay out of the way,” Rex said simply. “You brought this on yourself, little girl. You’ve got to stop winding my boys up.”

  “But I’m not!”

  “You are, with your speeches, and trying to walk out and all the rest of it. You’re a woman, Lacey, and nothing sends a unit haywire quicker than an undisciplined female.”

  “Please,” she begged. “Do anything else. Don’t leave me in here.”

  He looked at her, his hard eyes on her tear-filled ones. Maybe he thought she was trying to play on his kindness—as if she thought he had any. She wasn’t pretending. The cage scared her deeply. She’d spent time in captivity before, and she never wanted to again. After Venezuela, she couldn’t handle confined spaces. Even bathroom stalls could send her into a panicked spin.

  “Alright. Well, there’s one way to change that undisciplined factor.” He winked. It was an incongruous jolt of sudden friendliness and it threw her off completely.

  She wasn’t sure what he meant and there wasn’t time to ask as he got up and sat on the cot bed beside her. It was only a few inches off the floor, so his long legs sprawled easily to the other side of the cage. She looked at him curiously, not knowing what his plan was, even when he took hold of her and tipped her over his thighs.

  “What!” Her squeak of shock sounded almost cartoonish as his big hand covered her legging-clad ass.

  “Little girls who don’t behave themselves need to be spanked,” Rex said, his deep mature voice running through her. She couldn’t believe it. This wasn’t happening. If he’d just thrown her into the cell and walked away leaving her sobbing behind him, that would have made sense than this.

  “What are you doing?”

  Chapter Seven

  Rex

  What was he doing? Exactly what he needed to do, that was what.

  Seeing Lacey in that motel room a few hours ago had been like seeing a new person. The dirty, beaten wretch they’d rescued from the Venezuelan militia had been replaced with a beautifully vibrant young woman with more attitude in her little finger than most people had in their entire bodies. She’d always had courage, but back when they’d first found her she’d been in such a desperate state and they’d been in such a tense and dangerous situation that there really wasn’t any time to appreciate her. They hadn’t even been sure that she’d survived until her story came out—and soon their troubles had started.

  She squirmed, confused. Most people would know what this position meant, but it figured she’d never been spanked in her life. No matter how much danger she was in, she maintained a sort of naivety that could only come from a formative period free of consequences.

  He didn’t have time to put her insubordinate butt through boot camp and teach her about the concepts of chain of command. He needed to get her under control quickly. Seemed to him, a good spanking would probably get the message through to her easier than any other method.

  “We’re going to get a few things straight here,” he drawled. “I can’t have you acting out.”

  “I wasn’t!”

  “Girl, you don’t even know what acting out is,” he said. He liked that he had her attention, and he hadn’t even touched her round little butt. “In my book, it’s anything that goes against orders you’ve been given by any one of us. I don’t care which one. If someone tells you to sit your ass down, you sit down. If someone tells you to be quiet, you don’t open your mouth. In fact, little girl, to make it easy, you don’t speak unless you’re spoken to, understand?”

  Her spluttered little gasp told him she hadn’t, so he followed it up with a firm slap, catching both her generous cheeks with his palm.

  “Ow!”

  Rex knew for certain she’d endured more pain than what he was giving her right now. The Venezuelan militia had worked her over for sure. A little tap on the butt was nothing to a girl like her, and yet her yelp, high-pitched and surprised, sounded genuine.

  “Are you following me, Lacey?”

  “Yessir!”

  He melted at the unprompted sir. Goddamn. She was adorable. She was also a catalyst for chaos. He couldn’t forget that, even with her cute legging-clad ass squirming over his thighs.

  He slapped her ass again, enjoying the way her soft full cheeks jiggled under his palm. Repeating the treatment several more times, he made sure to whack the fullest part of her bottom. The sound was satisfying, both the slap of his hand meeting her ass, and the little gasps and squeaks she was making. She deserved a really good long hard one of these for betraying them, but that would come another time. Right now, he didn’t have the time to give her the kind of care she was going to need after he spanked her properly.

  “I’m giving you one more chance, little girl,” he growled down at her. “Remember, not a word unless someone speaks to you. You go sit down and you stay sitting down until you get another order. If you break either one of those rules, I’m going to do this properly. Understand?”

  “Yessir!”

  “I mean it,” he repeated. “This is your one and only warning.”

  “I understand, sir,” she sniffed.

  Rex and Chase and the others had shared a lot of long talks about this young woman over the last three years. They’d often talked about what they’d do if they could get their hands on her. Tanning her ass had been pretty low down on the list. Most of it had been a lot rougher than this.

  He gave her butt another hard slap, just to satisfy himself, but he could already imagine the looks he’d get from his men, especially Col. If he stopped now they wouldn’t think he’d gone far enough. Maybe he hadn’t. Couldn’t let them think he was going to go soft o
n her. Couldn’t let her think he was going to go soft on her either. This tightrope of holding respect without being a monster was one he’d been walking for a long time, but sometimes it was difficult as hell.

  Chapter Eight

  Lacey

  She really shouldn’t be enjoying this. Of all the outrageous things that had happened to her today this had to be the worst, barring the bullet through the window, oh, and the toilet… okay, this wasn’t even close to registering by today’s standards. On the scale of a normal day though, being held over an older man’s knee and spanked was an outrage. She just couldn’t muster any though. This was the nicest thing that had happened in a while, even though her butt stung.

  He was trying to discipline her, she knew that. But Lacey hadn’t been snugged up against a man’s body in a while, and she’d never experienced anything like this, a stern but ultimately relatively gentle discipline. She was grateful that he was sparing her the dreaded cage and as much as being slapped hurt, it also made her press against him for comfort.

  As she squirmed, she felt something hard against her hip. Something hard and masculine that reminded her abruptly of what he’d said to her before the bullet. Something about being theirs. All of theirs. At the time she’d reacted with horror, but right now, with her ass hot and a squirming sensation low in her belly, it didn’t seem as awful a prospect.

  His large hand splayed out over her ass, a protective and possessive touch. Then she felt his fingers curling in the hem of her pants, pulling them down. Slowly. Very slowly.

  She made a little motion and his other hand went to the back of her head, his fingers curling in her hair.

  “Stay still,” he growled as he peeled her leggings and underwear down together inch by inch. Taking his time, making her feel every little bit of progressive exposure. Her hips swayed with instinctive motion as she drew in a deep breath, taking his scent in. Masculine tinged with a hint of cologne.

  Rex was an intimidating man. A hard man, but he was handling her with a skilled gentleness that made her start to consider the possibility that being his, and maybe even being theirs wouldn’t be the absolute worst thing in the world. Or maybe that was just stress and arousal talking, making her think crazy things. She didn’t know. All she really knew was that her clothing was halfway down her ass and lowering steadily.

  The little room was really a renovated closet, so it wasn’t as if she and Rex had any real privacy in there. Everyone would have heard and seen her be spanked, and now they were almost certainly seeing her bare ass come into view.

  She blushed, glad that she was facing toward the far wall and that she didn’t have to see them looking at her, though she could feel the masculine eyes devouring her rear as Rex pushed the spandex and cotton below her ass and then kept pushing them down until they settled at mid-thigh. It wasn’t just her butt on display. It was everything. They would be seeing her pussy, the dark little curls that she hadn’t manicured in some time protecting her lower lips.

  “Naughty girls get spanked on the bare,” Rex said gruffly. He put his hand on her bottom and a bolt of pure electricity shot through her as she felt his flesh meeting hers. Goddamn. Being touched felt good. Really good.

  Maybe it was just the adrenaline from being shot at and then captured and driven around as a captive. Maybe it was stress. Whatever it was, her senses were exceptionally heightened. She was more sensitive than she had ever been, and the feeling of his hard hand against her tender ass made inner parts of her person clench in a way that betrayed everything she’d had to say on the subject so far.

  Rex was a dangerous man. A mercenary. She’d taken his career from him and now he had her pinned with her pants down over his lap and was punishing her. His hand moved away and she let out a little squeak, anticipating serious pain and agony.

  “I didn’t even spank you yet,” he guffawed before bringing his palm swinging down against her ass with a firm swat that made her yelp for real. He repeated the act another dozen times, his hand meeting her lower cheeks over and over again, catching the fullest part of her ass. There was no accident to that, she was sure. Even as pain and heat bloomed through her body, she knew she was in the hands of a man who knew how to make it hurt just like he wanted it to.

  The harder and longer he spanked, the more the sensation built, making her writhe over his lap. His other hand didn’t leave her hair, keeping her in place as he whacked her into a frenzy of yelps and yells, her ass heating, rising and falling over his thighs, her pussy pounding against the ridge of his leg, clit grinding every time she made contact.

  He was thrashing her, not because she’d done anything wrong right now, but because he could. She could feel his desire rampant in his pants, pressing against her thigh as she ground up and down, her legs spreading as much as they could inside her spandex hobbles.

  “Jesus,” somebody growled from behind. She could only imagine the sight her swollen red ass made as it bounced over Rex’s lap. Lewd. Obscene. Filthy. Rex had stripped her of her underwear and of the last vestige of dignity. She’d been thinking that maybe he would set things straight, make it so Col and the others treated her with a little more respect—but she saw now that had been utterly naive. It was Rex who was leading this mission. He was the one who was going to make her bend to their will, and if she didn’t bend, she would be punished. He’d told her all these things without saying a word.

  “You’re going to be ours, Lacey, whether you like it or not.”

  “Yes,” she hissed, even though a question hadn’t been asked. Rex wasn’t just spanking her ass anymore; his fingers were flaring out and catching her pussy too. Their swiping slaps should have hurt a lot more, but her pussy was reacting to the spanking in a way she couldn’t believe. She was wet. And not just a little wet. A lot wet. Every time his fingers caught her sensitive lips, they took a smear of her juices with them.

  She started to let out little squeals of pain and pleasure too as the slaps to her pussy became less plausibly deniable and more deliberate. He rubbed her pussy for a second, his hot, hard fingers brushing over her swelling lower lips before he spanked it directly, his fingers catching her lips and her clit too.

  “Ooo!” Lacey squealed. She could feel him hardening even more against her thigh as her hips danced over his lap. She couldn’t help herself. He was driving her into a frenzy of pleasure pain that did not allow for anything but honest animal reaction.

  Something was building between them. Something that would not be denied. In any other place, and in any other time, she would have been shocked and stunned to be held down and have her ass and pussy spanked. But here, it felt right. More than that, it felt necessary. She needed this. Every bit of it. And as the tension grew and her sore little pussy got wetter, something broke.

  “Fuck it,” Rex growled.

  He pushed her off his thigh, his hand keeping control of her head as he spun her around on her knees and pushed her belly first down on the bed. She heard a zipper and then felt the hot head of his bare cock, skin on skin at the very apex of her legs, her slick wet pussy betraying any attempt to repel him as he pushed forward.

  He was going to fuck her.

  Lacey screamed as his cock plundered her cunt, her inner walls spreading for him. Thrust after thrust, his hips found her sore spanked ass, slapping against it in a new way that reignited the earlier slaps and reminded her that she was being punished. She was also being fucked. Hard. And publicly. She screamed into the scratchy military blanket as Rex pounded inside her, his hand fisting the back of her head.

  She’d never been fucked like this before. Never been taken by a man who wanted her so much he was willing to dispense with every barrier between them without warning. Pure lust drove them both into a frenzy of animal desire as Lacey arched her hips back, offering her tight cunt to the dominant man who owned her in every sense of the word that mattered. His cock stretched her over and over again, that hard rod swelling inside her.

  Lacey knew what those twitches a
nd that thickening meant. Her orgasm was close, but his was even closer. He wasn’t doing what men usually did, trying to hold back to make it last longer for her pleasure. He was fucking her because he wanted to fuck her, and he was going to come because that was the purpose of fucking a nice tight cunt.

  “I’m not on birth control,” she gasped.

  “I don’t care.”

  His growl shocked her as he shoved himself deep and came inside her, his seed flooding her bare pussy. He jolted his hips against her sore ass, making sure every single drop was trapped inside her.

  Stunned, Lacey laid there, her pussy full of cum. He’d fucked and filled her and the consequences didn’t matter. She was his little fuck hole to use. He held himself deep inside her, his thick cock pulsing those last spurts of cum against the very entrance of her womb. This was madness, but he didn’t care and she didn’t have a choice. Her inner walls were grasping his cock, drawing everything he had to give as deep as possible.

  After a minute or so, Rex pulled himself out of her and left her dripping as he set about pulling her pants off completely, then yanking her shoes off too. She was left in her tank top, sports bra, and her socks. Rex picked her up, not by her arm or around her waist, but with one strong arm looping around her body and reaching between her thighs. The other went around under her breasts as he hoisted her aloft and carried her back out into the living area where the other four were standing in a sort of stunned arousal. She could barely meet their eyes, but she knew that every eye in the place was locked on her.

  “I’ve broken her in. You’ll all have your turn,” Rex said, his hand cupping her messy pussy, his fingers soaked with her juices and his cum. “But you’ll earn it. Every one of her holes has a price.”

  “A price?” Lacey gasped. She was the only one who seemed shocked by the proposition.

  “I’m trying to save you from being fucked into oblivion,” he growled in her ear. “If we five have free rein of you, you’re going to be rode hard every damn minute of the day, and I don’t think your sweet little cunt can take that.”