Page 6 of High Stakes

I stroll slowly into the treeline, giving her the head start I promised. I know where she’s going. It’s where Hayden is already waiting. There’s a small clearing at the top of a hill where a willow tree grows out of an outcropping of rocks. We found her there several times right after the memorial service for Silas.

Brief flashes of Silas rise up in my memory and I fight to push them away, not keen on the grief that always follows when I think about my brother for too long. I miss him desperately, and there is a huge hole in my chest that won’t heal. It feels like it gets ripped open every night as I lie awake and think about why we sent him on that plane.

I shake my head, pulling myself out of the melancholy thoughts as I stalk through the underbrush. “You can run, Princess, but you know I’ll find you!” I call out loudly, my voice echoing in the silence. “And when I find you, I’m going to turn your ass nine different shades of red.” I step over a log and pause for a moment to listen for any signs of movement, but the woods are silent.

“And after that,” I continue and step over another fallen tree, the wood snapping under the sole of my boot, “I’m going to fuck whatever attitude is left out of you.” I’m met with more silence. “ Come out, Come out wherever you are,” I call out,and emerge into the clearing.

My eyes land on Emelia curled into Hayden’s chest with a smirk, like a kid who found ‘safe base’ during a game of tag. His fingers dance lightly along her back in a soothing motion. If his helmet were off, he would already be kissing her, but our rules are clear tonight.

Helmets on. No kissing. Stick to the roles.

Hayden is her peace, her solace.

And I am going to be her destruction.

“Looks like he found me first,” she states. “Finders, keepers. That’s the rule.” Her shoulders lift in a defiant shrug. The fuck it is.

I roll my eyes at the sheer volume of sass in this woman’s body. I can’t wait to break her and watch her come apart in my hands. “Is that what you think?” I taunt and close the distance between us in four quick strides. “That you’re safe with him?”

She straightens her spine when I stop in front of her. “I’m not that stupid,” she snaps back, a deep blush creeping up her exposed neck. “But I wouldn’t mind watching the two of you fight to see who gets me.”

“Fight? Who said anything about fighting?” My fingers close around the zipper of her jacket and drag it down the track slowly. Hayden pulls the fabric off and tosses it behind him. His gloved fingers drag slowly back up her arms, starting at her wrists and ending at the crook of her neck. “Grab her arms.”

Emelia moves to jump away, but Hayden is faster. His hands close around her upper arms and he hauls her body against his chest.

Her eyes flash and she jerks her arm once, testing Hayden’s grip. It doesn’t budge. "Et tu brute?" she whispers sarcastically. Hayden nods, but remains silent. He hasn’t made a sound since I emerged from the woods.

I smile under my helmet. “Put her across your knee and keep her still,” I order and feel my cock thickening, pressing painfully against the seam of my pants.

Hayden walks over to the rocks, dragging her with him, and sits down with his knees wide. Emelia doesn’t put up much of a fight as he lays her down across his lap. She wants this just as much as we want to give it to her. I can tell by the way she shifts her thighs together and her eyes grow hooded as she watches me slowly undo my belt and pull it through the loops.

I drape the belt over Hayden’s shoulder and dip my fingers into the waistband of her riding pants, dragging them down to her mid thighs. “You’re going to count each one. Out loud.” My hands massage her bare ass, my thumbs working the muscles until they are loose and warm.

“How many?” she asks breathlessly as she peeks at me over her shoulder.

I groan internally when my cock throbs heavily. Those ‘come fuck me’ eyes are going to be my undoing. “As many as it takes for you to understand,” I respond and snatch the belt from Hayden’s shoulder.

He chuckles and wraps her long braid around one hand, keeping her head upright as the other drapes across her back, holding her in place.

“As many as it takes for you to beg me to stop,” I growl, my voice low and deadly. She knows I mean it. I won’t stop until she lets go and surrenders. “Tell me your safeword.”

Emelia sighs and I can tell it takes her great effort not to roll her eyes at me. “My safeword is Tittiemuffins.”

I nod once and roll my eyes as Hayden chuckles again. Fucking idiot. I rear back and bring the belt down against her bare skin without warning.

SLAP!

She jerks forward and cries out at the sudden sting. I pause to let her recover. “Count them, Princess,” I remind her with a smirk.

“One,” she says through clenched teeth.

I bring the belt down again, striking her other ass cheek.

“Two.” SLAP! “Three.” SLAP! “Four,” she hisses out through clenched teeth and I know her skin is burning now. Her chin tilts up as Hayden pulls her head back by her braid.

“That’s a good girl, Angel.” His deep voice makes her shiver beneath my palms.

My cock throbs again as I watch her body shudder on his lap. I rear back and deal out three more harsh blows. Her bare skin turns a brilliant shade of red everywhere the belt has made contact, and it’s driving me insane. I want to just bury my dick inside her.

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