Page 20 of Bound By Mistake
She wobbles so much that Gray decides to simply scoop her up over his shoulder, and as she yelps in surprise, she raises her head and our eyes catch and cling.
She looks at me with an expression I really can’t decipher, but nonetheless leaves me feeling faintly uneasy, and I renew my commitment to make sure we meet her needs better today. This evening, I’ll insist she take a bath to soothe some of what we’ll inflict upon her today, and I’ll keep tabs on her fluid intake.
The guys don’t take long. I figure they’re as hungry as I am, and twenty minutes later, we’re all sitting around the rustic table digging into bacon, eggs and toast.
Well, except for Bunny that is. She hasn’t touched her food.
“Eat up, bunny,” I tell her. “You’ll need your strength.”
“I’m not hungry,” she says sullenly, keeping her head down.
She’s dressed in an oversized t-shirt that I figure belongs to Gray, and unless I’m mistaken, nothing else.
“Eat,” I order. I don’t care how far she wants to take this captive thing, I won’t let her put herself in danger. That won’t be fun for any of us. Especially as this place is unreachable by any kind of vehicle, so we have to hike out of here on foot about half a mile before we get to where our SUV is parked. She might only be a dainty thing, but having to carry her out of here isn’t one of the things on any of our fantasy bucket lists.
She glares at me stubbornly and presses her lips together. Well, we’ll see about that.
I finish my own breakfast, refusing to let it go cold, but harsh determination imbues me, and Gray and Erik know it if the glances they keep tossing my way are any indication.
When I’m finished, I wipe my mouth on a napkin and move deceptively slowly as I rise from my seat, take my plate to the sink, and turn to face Bunny again. “You want to rethink eating your food?” I ask, giving her one more chance.
She doesn’t answer, just scowls and looks away.
Okay then.
Since she’s not looking, I catch her by surprise when I scoop her off the chair and tumble her over my knee. She emits a cute little squeak before wriggling and squirming over my thighs, making my cock perk up again, even though I’d thought it might be a while before that bad boy wanted some more action.
Capturing her flailing legs between my own to pin her, Gray, who’s sat next to me, catches her arms and clamps her wrists together in one of his big hands, effectively restraining her.
She bucks some more, but all that achieves is to ruck the t-shirt up, saving me the job of pushing it out of the way.
There are some faint pink lines still decorating what is most definitely a superior ass, and one I’m about to roast a deep pink, despite her olive complexion.
She yelps as the first slap lands, her body seizing for a moment before she starts desperately trying to twist out of my hold again. “No!” she squeals as I spank her again. If she can shout and wriggle so much, I need to up the ante. I’ve been careful with her so far. Bringing back my hand, the next blow is very much harder and knocks the wind out of her. I’m not playing around anymore.
The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoes through the cabin as I rain down blow after blow on Bunny's upturned ass. She yowled like a cat to begin with, but she’s stopped struggling now, her body taut as a bowstring across my lap. Only her ragged breathing, strangled cries, and the occasional whimper break the silence between spanks.
I pause, admiring my handiwork. Her ass is a deep, angry red now, hot to the touch. I run my hand over the inflamed skin, feeling her shudder.
"Are you ready to eat now?" I ask, my voice low and dangerous.
She doesn't respond immediately, so I land another hard smack on her tender flesh. She cries out, her back arching. “You sure about that? Or do I need to use my belt?”
A mournful cry drops from her lips. "Y-yes," she finally chokes out. "I'll eat."
I nod to Gray, who releases her wrists. Gently, I help her up and guide her back to her chair. She winces as her raw bottom makes contact with the hard wood.
"Every bite," I warn her, pushing the plate closer.
With trembling hands, she picks up her fork and begins to eat. I watch her closely, making sure she finishes everything on her plate. When she's done, I give her a glass of water.
“Drink it all.”
This time I don’t have to tell her twice.
Chapter
Fourteen
