Page 12 of Handcuffed By the Bounty Hunters

“Just about,” I say.

It’s bitterly cold. I don’t know where I’ll go from here. I’m not wearing enough clothes. But panic fuels me.

No more time to wait, no more time to think.

I fucking run.

Roark shouts in surprise. Cameron shouts something back at him. Their thudding footsteps follow me through the forest.

I don’t know where I’m going. This was stupid. I’m going to get lost and I’m going to get eaten by a bear or a scorpion. Maybe I’ll freeze to death first and be a human popsicle for the bears and scorpions.

The pounding in my ears could be either my heartbeat or their running footfalls. How close are they? I don’t dare turn around.

I shouldn’t have run in the first place. Getting caught wouldn’t be the worst thing.

“Penny!” Roark shouts. “Get back here, little girl, or you’re going to be sorry.”

For some reason the threat turns me on instead of scaring me stupid like it should.

And when his strong arms wrap around my waist and he hauls me to his chest, my futile struggles aren’t even real.

I wanted him to catch me.

Going limp in his arms, I say, “Are you going to spank me now, Daddy?”

Roark

Am I going to spank her? Yes I fucking am. Her curvy little body presses against mine in ways that set me on fire.

Instead of making her walk, I haul her over my shoulder, ass up in the air, and I give her a sharp swat through her jeans.

She yelps in surprise, not terror.

I think she wants this.

I wonder what Cameron will say. Is he my flavor of kinky? I’ve seen him at Low Vice out of the corner of my eye, but I don’t know what he gets up to there. I guess I’m about to learn what he thinks of doling out discipline, because this girl has earned a good punishment.

Cameron’s blue eyes widen in interest when he sees the way I’m carrying her. Yeah, I’m gonna caveman the shit out of this woman. She’s ours now.

Cameron falls into step beside me. “You shouldn’t have run, Penny,” he says. “Look what you did to Roark. Now he’s angry.”

“I’m sorry,” she says, but she doesn’t sound all that contrite.

I’m certain she wants this spanking.

I’m also certain she’s scared of us when it comes to her safety and well-being, but she’s aroused by us, too.

If I capitalize on the latter, I may be able to ease her fears for the former.

I carry her inside the cabin. Cameron closes the door after us and stands at the entry like Penny might make another run for it. But she’s gone docile in my arms, so I hope she’ll cooperate.

I set her down. She shivers in the middle of the room, her hands cuffed in front of her. The little fool tried to run deeper into the woods while handcuffed, and only wearing this tiny tank top and jeans? I snag one of the blankets from the cot and wrap it around her shoulders.

“You misbehaved,” I say.

“You’re going to give me back to Clive,” she says.

“We already told you—we’ll take you to Ironwood.” Cameron gives her a good, stern look, one that says I’m not mad, I’m disappointed. Is he a daddy dom, too?

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