Running in Fear Escaped (4 page)

Pierre's smile greeted her when she opened her eyes. “Open up, baby. I need that warm mouth surrounding me,” he demanded.

Moaning, his huge shaft pushed slowly into her warm, wet mouth. A sharp slap landed on Jaycee's wet nether lips, causing another moan to slip around the large mass in her mouth.

Pierre grabbed onto her head. “Easy, baby,” he said, forcing Jaycee to take him deeper into her throat. She was so close…

NO!
Dane's protest rang loudly in her head.

“Don't you dare cum until we tell you to!” Dane growled, attacking the sensitive nub again with vigor. All too quickly, both men pulled away, their gazes traveling the length of her body. Heat traveled up her flesh, the blush starting down at her toes and rose, covering every aspect of her body.

Without warning, a pounding at the door interrupted them all.

Dane snarled, stomping to the door and only opening it a crack.

She couldn't help watch his magnificent body. Muscles tightened on his ass as he walked, his anger prominent in his stance. Licking her lips, a deep laugh penetrated her thoughts. Raising her gaze, she saw Pierre place a condom onto his thick, long member.

“We'll wait for your mate. He gets a little testy if anyone touches what's his and he's not there to enjoy it,” Pierre announced, turning his head to listen to the conversation at the door. Jaycee tried to hear what was being said, but nothing was audible.
So much for werewolf hearing
! Closing her eyes, she could feel the tears build up. Taking a deep breath and focusing her attention on Dane's body, she tried to hide her depressing thoughts. Concentrating on the memories of their fierce lovemaking back at the cabin, Jaycee tried to relax.

“Why so sad, baby?” Pierre whispered down at her. Jaycee gazed up at him, knowing he could see the redness in her eyes. Turning her head from him, she tried again to relax.

“Dane, we're going to have to start over. Something's wrong with our little submissive and she won't talk,” Pierre stated. He hopped off the bed, and headed to a duffel bag that lay on the floor next to the dresser. She watched Dane close the door and walk to her.

“You're upset? Why?” Dane tipped her head up with his fingers on her chin. She shrugged, not saying anything. How could she tell him her fears and see the disappointment on his face?

“I know how we can get the answers from her,” Pierre said, returning to the bed with a flogger.

Jaycee sucked in a breath and stared at the thing. She'd always dreamed of being flogged, but she'd never experienced it. Pierre let the flogger smack against his thigh and smiled down at her. She heard Dane grumble and stomp to the bag, digging through it until he pulled out a butt plug.
Oh, crap!
She watched Dane lube the thing while Pierre untied one hand, then the other.

“Flip over onto your stomach. Now,” he demanded.

Jaycee took one more look at Dane. His eyes held hers, heat and worry clouding his gaze. Breaking eye contact, she flipped onto her stomach and felt the first sting of the flogger on her already-sore ass.

“Hey, that hurt!” She tried to jump up, but Pierre held her down and retied her hands.

“This is punishment. It's meant to hurt. You're not supposed to hold anything back from your mate. How will he please you if you don't talk to him?” Pierre growled, slapping her legs.

She bucked, screaming. Dane had tried to pick her brain, but she had blocked him out of his thoughts. She knew her barrier would have to be up at all times now until she could take care of her business.

Pierre picked up one of the pillows and slipped it under her hips. Her butt stuck up in the air, and he separated her legs, leaving her open for their inspection.

Jaycee lay on the pillow in anticipation, her butt still in the air. Leather strings of the flogger hit her pussy lips, making her gasp. She could feel the wetness seep out and coat her nether lips. Fingers separated her sensitive lips and a palm made contact with her clit. She screamed as her body shook with need.

“Are you ready to talk to your mate?” Pierre demanded and hit the side of her breast that peeked out from the bed. She felt the tip of the plug push into her nether hole. It was cold, but the lube helped push it in with little pain.

“Oh my God, Dane!” she screamed as he pushed the plug in, then out, slowly making love to her.

Pierre continued with the flogger. He was careful not to miss a single spot on her backside.

She thrashed her head back and forth. There was so much going on at once, her senses felt ready to explode. She needed to cum so badly. She quickly caught her reflection in the mirror at the head of the bed and saw Dane's red gaze staring back at her. She felt the plug go deep, then pull out only to go in again, creating a burning friction.

“Tell me what's going on, Psuchegyne. Please.” Dane's gaze held her hostage, begging for the words. He pulled out the plug.

Tears threatened to fall, and she broke eye contact. The plug pushed back into her. “I am afraid, Dane,” she mumbled into the pillow. The plug stilled. “I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, like I did my father,” Jaycee whispered, not caring if he heard anymore. But Dane had heard. Big, gentle hands untied her and pulled her into his arms.

His mouth nibbled at her ear, “Why would I be disappointed in you?”

Jaycee shook. Could she tell him part of her secret? She sighed and then began to explain. “My father was Alpha of the Southern pack: California, Nevada, and Arizona. You see, I couldn't shift as a child, or even now. I am afraid… I still won't be able to shift. Ever. I know that's why my dad left. I disappointed him,” she whispered into his massive chest, and waited. Pierre slid in beside them, rubbing her back, his magical hands caressing her.

“He visited my father, didn't he?” Dane asked quietly. His muscles tightened on his chest and arms.

“Yes. We both did, just before he disappeared. You were out running that night with some female. I could see the two of you up on the hill.” Jaycee sighed. “I was drawn to you then, and then I saw, well… That's the night my father promised me to your father.” Jaycee rubbed her hands up his chest, lifting her face and staring into his black eyes. His gaze held hers.

“My family searched for you for years when we heard you'd disappeared. Why did you run? What happened?” he asked.

She tried to sit up, but Dane held onto her and refused to release her.

Jaycee leaned back into his arms in defeat. “That's another story. When I finish with James, I'll have to leave you for a couple of weeks, so I can finish that business. I'll explain everything, but I can't right now. It's too painful.”

“First, we'll take care of James together, and, second, you go nowhere without me! Is that understood? Whatever happened, we can deal with it together. I won't lose you, Jaycee.” he stated and kissed the top of her head. Relief coursed through her, then desire as Pierre slid underneath her and took her mouth in a long, sensual kiss. His hands skirted the tight globes of her bottom and pulled her cheeks apart. She felt Dane pull the butt plug out of her and slide his cock in its place. Jaycee moaned as he pushed his full size into her.

Pierre's lips left hers and he watched his cock slowly push into her wet, tight pussy.

“Oh my god, I can't move…”she whimpered.

Dane leaned down over her body. “You're not supposed to. Let us take care of you.”

Teeth pierced her neck from behind. Dane held onto her as they started to move. Heat surrounded her, but shivers went down her spine. The climax was so close. “Please, can I cum?” she screamed as she held onto Pierre.

Dane's hand reached down her body to her nub, pinching it.

“Now, our little submissive,” he ordered.

Every muscle in her body contracted at the same time and threw them all over the edge. Grunts surrounded her as they released their seed, Dane's into her body and Pierre's into the condom he wore.

Jaycee collapsed onto Pierre as Dane slid out of her. Dragging her body away from Pierre, her lover lay on the bed and placed her body atop his.

“Gaston was at the door earlier. He's confirmed what you told us. James and his men are in the area.” He rubbed her sore behind. “I don't like this plan of yours, but we can work with it. I'll have men stationed throughout the club. Gaston has already spoken to them. You'll be our decoy, but if one scratch mars my body, I'll lock you up in our bedroom for the rest of your life, chained to our bed.” Dane snarled.

Jaycee knew this took a lot out of him, letting her participate in this scheme.

“Well then, I think we should get some sleep, don't you?” She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his chest, but he pulled away. He looked down at her as Pierre got out of the bed and lifted her onto his shoulder. He walked toward the door, Dane next to him.

“Wait, where are we going? I'm naked!” She tried to squirm her way down.

“Hold still, we're going to the playroom,” Dane explained with a playful slap to her butt. “Do you really think we're done with you? We've only just begun. You still have to prove to me that you're a true submissive.”

Jaycee stopped and stared at Dane. Her body shook with excitement. She'd seen Gaston's playroom and had always dreamed of being there with her mate. Now that dream was going to come true.
Hey, maybe we could build our own playroom when we settle down!
Juices ran down her leg onto Pierre's chest at the thought.

“I think she likes the idea of a playroom.” Pierre laughed and strolled into the room.

“I know. That's why I plan to turn part of the basement into our own private play haven,” Dane smiled.

Shivers ran up her spine. Pierre sat her down onto a modified carpentry horse. She could never figure out what they'd used it for, until now. A thick dildo was strapped onto the horse. Dane gently reached down between her legs and checked her wetness. She knew his fingers would come back soaked. He picked her up and placed her down onto the dildo. Her legs strapped around the horse itself.

Pierre pulled her hands forward, bending her down at the waist, her behind sticking up in the air. Each full breast hung down one side of the horse. Locking her hands in handcuffs, he attached them to the hook in the front of the horse. Warm hands slid down her spine.

Thick, long fingers probed her ass, and the dildo inside of her started to move. A moan escaped her lips. But just as soon as the pleasuring had begun, it stopped.

“You're not to say a word, not even to let a moan can escape. Do you understand? Each time a noise comes from those lips, we'll stop and punish you.” Dane walked in front of her and grabbed a handful of her short, auburn hair. His long, thick cock pushed into her mouth. The gag reflex was automatic. Jaycee closed her eyes and tried to relax. She swallowed and took him further, smelling the soap he must have used to clean up.

She felt the light touch of feathers on her butt and squirmed.

Dane yanked on her hair. “Hold still. You're not showing us you're a submissive. Do I have to put someone else in your place?”

She tried to shake her head no, but he held her still. Jaycee knew she had to control her emotions. Concentrating on one spot, she stared at the St. Andrew's Cross.
Please let them tie me to that!

“I think we need to see how she's going to do with an audience, don't you, Pierre?” Dane grunted. His seed spread all over her face and breasts.

Pierre left the room, and Dane crouched down in front of her. His gaze met hers. “I do this now only to make sure you can handle this, Jaycee. Otherwise, no one but Pierre would be in this room. It might not seem like it, but I'm a very jealous man, baby.” He brushed her bangs out of her eyes. “It's going to take every ounce of self control I have to do this.” His warm tongue slid across her lips.

Seconds later, Pierre returned with three men she'd never seen before.

They leaned against the wall and watched. Their pants each reflected how hard they were. The dildo turned back on full speed, and the horse started to move like a bucking bronco.

Dane moved around to her back, his fingers tracing the length of her body. She heard the buzz of another dildo, and someone began to push it into her butt. She snapped her teeth together and willed her body to keep still.

One of the men who stood against the wall moved towards her. He walked around her, his index finger tracing down one of her breasts. He pulled on the nipple ring and twisted it. Jaycee closed her eyes tight against the sensations as he continued his sexual torture. Someone grabbed a handful of hair and tilted her head back.

“Keep your eyes open. Watch what happens to you,” Dane barked as someone slapped her ass cheek.

“I think it's time we try the cross,” Pierre stated, and everything stopped. Dane released her arms, picked her up, and set her against the cross. He proceeded to strap her down as the other men stood back and watched.

A smaller, beefier man stepped away from the wall with a large toy in his hand. He kneeled down in front of her, his round fingers pushing the dildo into her. A red haired man grabbed and twisted her nipples. But she concentrated only on Dane, who stood in front of her, watching and waiting, his cock in his hand. Lust swirled around in his gaze. His hand stroked his cock.

“Do you want to cum, baby?” he asked, his voice deep, almost a growl.

“Please, Master,” she begged.

The men pulled the dildo out of her and stepped back.

Dane started forward and grabbed her legs. She twined them around his waist, and his cock brushed against her clit. His gaze heated, he lowered his head and captured her mouth at the same moment his cock shoved into her wet folds. The strength in him surprised her as the cross pushed back against the wall with a clunk.

Dane broke the kiss. “Cum for me, baby, then we'll go to bed,” he whispered into her ear and bit her neck.

As if on cue, her body seized up and tremors racked her. “Dane!” Jaycee screamed. Jaycee yanked on the cuffs, her body craving to hold onto his.

Pierre reached up and unhooked her hands. Her arms wrapped around Dane, and she rested her head on his shoulders.

Dane carried her to the bedroom and gently placed her down on the center of the bed. His gaze slid down her body as if memorizing every inch of her. He joined her in bed. His arms scooped her up and pulled her body up against his. She looked around, expecting to see Pierre.

“He doesn't share our bed at night. He only stops by to play once in a while. Just watching my men touch you almost killed me tonight. I don't know how I'm going to react tomorrow. I told Mark to keep me in line. I don't want to blow this,” he mumbled.

He pulled the covers up over their bodies and hugged her tightly. He reached over, turning off the lights, and kissed her lips softly.