Captured Boxed Set: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys Who Will Capture Your Heart (12 page)

"Punish…me?" she asked, a
shiver moving through her, but much to her surprise it was a shiver from
anticipation, not fear. She planted her hands on her hips, struggling to hold her
ground. "Just how do you plan on punishing me?"

For a brief second she thought she
saw the corner of his mouth curl up in a grin, but his steely control was back
in place when he said, "By taking my hand to your bare ass."

"Oh, God," she squeaked
out, a rush of sexual energy hitting her hard. She gulped air, and before she
could get her head on straight, the vision of her draped over his lap, her ass
up in the air as he spanked her, had her body quivering, almost violently.

Mr. Montgomery looked past her
shoulder, and gestured with a nod. She turned to see Michael waiting for her.

"Right this way, ma’am,"
he said and even though she didn’t want to follow him, she needed reprieve from
Mr. Montgomery and the raw, sexual energy he emitted—not to mention the way it
took her from a professional woman to a wanton hussy in seconds flat.

Hoping her legs didn’t fail her,
she made her way to her room. She took in the huge bed with its cushiony, plush
bedding and pillows, then turned to see the walkout deck with its magnificent
view of the ocean. On her right she spotted a private bathroom, but
unfortunately her suitcase was nowhere to be found.

She turned to Michael, who pressed
his hands together and said, "Please, make yourself at home. If you
require anything, anything at all, press the intercom and I’ll see to your
needs."

"What I need are my
belongings." she said.

"Mr. Montgomery will supply
you with all you need during your stay." He gestured toward the bed, then
disappeared into the hall, closing the door behind himself. Rebecca spun around
and spotted a phone on the bedside table. So she wasn’t a prisoner after all,
and really could get off if she wanted to.

Her heart jumped and she hurried to
it, but then another thought had her steps slowing.
Getting off would
require staying…

A low tortured moan caught in her
throat and she stopped at the edge of the bed. That’s when she noticed the most
beautiful dress she’d ever seen splashed across her bedspread. Colored with
vibrant streaks of blue and green, ocean hues that would accentuate her dark
hair and blue eyes perfectly, she couldn’t help but reach for it.

She touched the silky material and
brought it to her face. God, it felt like butter on her skin. She shivered as
she checked the tag, only to discover it was her size exactly. How? When? She
held it up against her body and looked for a mirror, but then realized what she
was doing. She dropped the silk back on to the bed, shook her head to get it on
straight, and reached for the phone. She was not, under any circumstances,
going to put on that damn dress—no matter how rich and luxurious it was—and
meet that overbearing man for brunch. Nor was she going to spend one more
second thinking about total and utter submission, the punishment that came with
disobedience or what his large palm would feel like on her bare ass.

She
didn’t think…

* * *

Sunshine glistened on the Atlantic waves
and a refreshing breeze washed over Quinn’s body as he restlessly paced back
and forth on the outside patio overlooking the ocean. Dressed for brunch in a
collared shirt, and beige khaki shorts, he glanced at the beautifully set table
for two, the salads and smoked salmon that Ester had prepared earlier now
wilting in the late morning heat. He shook his head. Rebecca would most
definitely be punished for her tardiness. He glanced at his watch for the
hundredth time, and while he knew she would come, he wondered what was taking
her so long.

He’d purposely put her in a room
with a phone, knowing if she wanted off this island all she’d have to do was
pick up the receiver and make a call. But every instinct he possessed told him
she wouldn’t, and his instincts had never let him down before, in his business
world or in his private one.

From the way her lush body had
quivered when he spoke of spankings to the way those translucent blue eyes of
her had lit with intrigue when he asked for total and utter surrender spoke
volumes. She was desperate for a man to strip away the cool reserve she wore
like a shield, to take all decisions out of her hands and give her what she
wanted. She just didn’t know what it was that she wanted yet. And soon enough
she’d come to understand that this set up wasn’t about kidnapping, it was about
rescuing.

He pushed his hair off his head and
made a move to go collect her, but when he turned she was standing in the
doorway, the dress he’d had his assistant pick out earlier that morning
showcasing lush curves that she foolishly kept hidden beneath severe,
unflattering clothing. His cock throbbed, but unfortunately, it was too soon to
take her. The submissive woman buried deep inside needed to be coaxed out
slowly, carefully, because the last thing he wanted to do was frighten her off.

"What took you so long?"
he asked, working to keep his cool as her gorgeous body beckoned his attention.

With her hair coiled tightly on her
head, she lifted her chin, but he didn’t miss the quiver in her voice when she
answered with, "The only reason I’m standing here with this dress on is
because I’m starving." She looked at the food on the table, and frowned.

"You shouldn’t have kept me
waiting." He gave her a disapproving look and continued with, "It was
also unfair to Ester, who went through all this trouble for us. Now instead of
taking her well-earned break, she’ll have to start again." As soon as he
said her name, Ester stepped outside. She gathered up the plates of spoiled
food and looked to Quinn for instructions.

"Please give us a minute,"
he said, and she nodded in understanding before stepping back inside to give
him his privacy. He turned back to Rebecca. "I’m not a man who tolerates
insubordination and I don’t like to waste perfectly good food."

"Neither do I. I didn’t mean…I
didn’t think…"

"My orders were very specific.
You were to dress and meet me on the terrace."

Her cheeks turned pink. "Mr.
Montgomery," she began, sounding flustered as he stepped close, crowding
her.

"It’s Quinn."

She hesitated for a moment and he
listened to her throat swallow before she began again, "Quinn, look. My
intentions weren’t to spoil—"

"I’m afraid you’ll have to be
punished for not following my orders."

She gasped, but he didn’t miss the
excitement backlight her big blue eyes. Christ, she was everything he knew she
would be, and he was just glad that he was the guy in charge of guiding her
down the path to full sensual freedom—at least this way he’d ensure she was
properly introduced and cared for in the process. A thrill moved through him,
and because he hadn’t felt anything so exhilarating in a long time, he grasped
on to it, enjoying the sensations she aroused in him.

He stepped up to her, and she took
a quick step backward, but he matched it and soon had her in his grasp. He
thumbed the material of her dress, enjoying the feel of the cool silk on his
fingertips before he bunched it in his palms. Pulling it higher and higher on
her thighs, he slipped a hand between her legs. A cool breeze blew off the
ocean and washed over them, but he suspected the quiver in her body was from
his intimate touch, and not the misty air.

He looked at the bun on top of her
head. "Was there an elastic on your bed?"

Her brow furrowed and her words
were rushed, breathless when she asked, "No why?"

"Then why is there one in your
hair?"

She blinked, looking confused for a
second then answered with, "I put my hair up this morning."

"Take it out," he
demanded.

He pressed his cock against her
midriff, and a tremble moved through her. She lifted her arm, and then
hesitated, like she was having second thoughts.

He leaned closer and spoke quieter.
"I said, take it out."

Her full, lush breasts, which were
high and pert in the formfitting dress, rose and fell erratically as she
quickly pulled the band from her hair, letting her long dark curls fall down
her back. His hands traveled higher on her thigh, only to discover that she’d
once again strayed from his instructions.

In a shaky voice she began, "You
weren’t serious earlier, were you? I mean you’re not really going to pun—"

He made a tsking sound and when he
grabbed the band on her panties, giving them a good hard yank to rip them from
her hips, her words were replaced with a broken gasp.

"Quinn…" she shuddered.

He tucked the scrap of material
into the back pocket of his khaki shorts, and dipped back under her dress. He
slid his palm along her soft, supple skin, until he reached her backside.

Testing her, he pulled her against
him, and gave a slap to her ass cheek, the sound curling around them in the
most sinful way. He stifled a groan, his cock throbbing and pulsating inside
his unforgiving pants.

Rebecca let out a ragged cry of
pleasure and Quinn kept the satisfaction from his face as he spun her around.
He crushed her breasts against the exterior wall of his estate as he caged her
with his chest. He put his mouth close to her neck, and whispered, "Were
there panties on your bed?"

"I just thought…I decided…"

"Everything that happens here,
every choice involving you is mine to make, not yours. So from this moment on,
you’re to stop making decisions, and enjoy the freedom that comes with that."
He kept her pinned to the wall, his hard cock pressing into the small of her
back. "Speaking of Freedom, that is your safe word."

"Freedom?" she murmured,
her voice husky.

"Yes, if you don’t like what
is happening, all you have to do is say that one word and I’ll stop."

She angled her head to see him and
when she opened her mouth, like she was about to speak the word that would put
an end to her initiation into the BDSM world before he even began, he warned, "Be
careful, Rebecca. Only use it when you really mean it, only when something is
happening that you don’t want. But you can be assured that I plan to give you
everything you want."

A noise caught in her throat and he
sensed her mounting desire when she shifted her hips, pushing up against him.
The movement was slight, but it was a clear sign that she wanted this to happen
every bit as much as he did.

He cupped her ass, sliding the silk
material over her lush contours, and she hissed in response to his soft
seduction, which was about to turn a little rough and forceful, the way she
needed it.

"Now, about this punishment…"

When her knees seemed to give, he
anchored her to his body and walked her to the table. He sank down into one of
the chairs and her dark lashes blinked rapidly over expressive blue eyes, her
hair falling seductively over her shoulders as she stood there staring at him.
Quinn couldn’t help but smile at her compliance, at how fast she was catching
on. It takes a very strong woman to submit, and an even stronger one to do it
so quickly.

He lifted her dress to expose her
sex, his smile widening. "Such a pretty pussy." He reached out and
stroked her satiny lips, a growl rising in his throat. "Shaved so nicely.
Just the way I like it." His glance met hers. "It’s almost like you
knew."

As delight danced in her eyes at
his praise, he gripped her hips, laid her across his lap, and took full control
of her body as he prepared to divvy out equal amounts of pain and pleasure. He
lifted her dress to expose her perfect backside, and oddly enough passion and
possession moved through his blood, because there was something very profound,
very moving in knowing that Rebecca was trusting him so honestly and openly,
gifting him with her body in a way she’d never given it to another.

He drew in air to center himself,
because there was no denying that he’d dreamt about this moment for a long
time, no denying that there was something about this woman that had the ability
to breathe new life into him.

It was all he could do to keep his
hands from shaking when he caressed her lightly, then lifted his hand to give her
creamy skin a good hard whack.

She squealed, and he pressed a hand
to her back to still her.

"Oh. My. God," she cried
out.

He smacked her again, the bright
red outline of his palm on her ass filling him with a new kind of hunger. He
widened her legs, and when the sweet scent of her arousal reached his nostrils,
he clenched down hard. He slipped his hand between her creamy thighs and she
move against him, her actions so telling. She needed release. She needed him.

"Next time," he said,
coming perilously close to her clit, but never touching. "I expect you to
do exactly as instructed."

"Yes," she cried out,
grinding her pussy on his thigh.

He widened her pretty pink lips,
and he could feel the impatience thrumming inside her. Her clit was so swollen
and ready, and with just the right about of pressure he knew he could get her
off. But disobedience was never rewarded, and that would be her first lesson.