Page 67 of Brandishing Beginnings

I heard the rumble of Harley’s down the street and looked up from my book, noticing how late the evening had gotten. The sun was already going down behind the trees of the forest in the back of the yard.

I had a fire roaring in the firepit, despite the late June heat, as dusk was settling in for the evening. I’d had the day off work, so I hadn’t bothered to get out of my PJs allday. A cropped tank top and short booty shorts was all I wore. I had kicked off my flip flops when I curled up on the lounge chair far enough away from the fire, to not feel the heat.

A moment later the raucous laughter of my men could be heard over the roaring of the engines in the driveway. I smiled as I read my book, another spicy book about BDSM—something my guys had given me, this one about primal play and Shabari. I assumed they were hinting at my future with them, so I devoured them happily. They had encouraged me to do my own research regarding the lifestyle, and I had dove head first into anything I could get my hands on.

I didn’t move as the bikes shut off and my men dismounted. With my back to the driveway, I didn’t see them as they creeped toward me.

A hand wrapped around my throat and squeezed tight.

I startled, dropping my book as I was lifted out of the chair by a steel band of arm wrapping around my waist.

“Bad girl, Darlin’,” Jason crooned in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “You should always be aware of your surroundings.”

I struggled as he clenched my throat tighter, cutting off my air supply. His arm around my waist squeezed tighter. Despite my fervent struggles, I was unable to fight him off. “Run, little lamb.”

Jason pushed me violently away from him. I stumbled to my feet before I took off running. I didn’t look behind me to see where Marcos and Nico were…I had a feeling I would pay for that.

Barefoot and crashing through the forest, I only had a vague idea of where to go. Thankfully we had spent several evenings after dinner walking through the woods in the last week, that I managed to familiarized myself somewhat with the forest surrounding the back of our rental home.

None of that seemed to matter now, though. My heart pounded in my chest as my breathing labored. I tore through the underbrush, wishing I had my flip flops even, to protect the bottoms of my feet. Branches scratching at my arms and belly, but I barely felt them.

Not hearing anyone behind me, I risked a glance over my shoulder. No one was there.

I wished I had paid closer attention on our evening walks. The boys had distracted me thoroughly with conversation each night. Familiarizing me enough with the woods around us, but kept my mind focused on them and not my surroundings, as to keep me from memorizing the layout of the woods.

It was utterly frustrating.

And downright scary.

A branch snapped in the distance and I took off running again. Away from the fire, I realized how chilly the night had grown, my bare skin pebbled as goose bumps covered my flesh.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a black shape lunging toward me from the right. I yelled and darted the opposite way. The sound of crushing leaves and snapping branches crashed behind me and I pumped my legs faster.

I was panting so hard I could barely hear anything but my own labored breaths. I needed to slow down and focus, needed to get my wits about me and figure out where I was.

The sun had fully set and it had grown dark around me. The air was cool on my bare skin, and I was kicking myself for my lack of clothing. The short shorts and cropped tank were not a wise decision—neither were the bare-feet.

I pushed myself further though, losing track of how long I’d been running. I slowed to a walk, before I stopped all together and bent over, holding a stitch in my side, while I gasped for breath.

Only pausing for a second, I stood up straight and glanced around the dark forest. I was lost and growing colder by the second. My feet were torn up and I wondered just how much longer I would be able to hold out, before I allowed myself to becaught.

We’d had several conversations regarding this scene this week. Several conversations about what would happen once I wascaught. I almost wanted to end this right now and give in, let them have their dirty way with my body.

But I wasn’t a quitter—and where was the fun in that?

I quickly discovered how much I enjoyed being a brat. Jason’s growly remarks of what he’d do to me if I kept pushing my luckonly spurred me on. It made my pussy clench, just thinking of it. I could feel my juices damping my shorts—the lack of undies apparent.

Looking around, I listened to the quiet forest, straining for any sounds of my men closing in on me. It had grown too dark to see much through the trees, and I was still struggling to hear over my labored breathing.

The whiny gasp that left my lips as a heavy hand wrapped around my throat, was a turn on to even my own ears. I’d never made that sound before in my life. The hand around my throat tilted my head up and forcefully pulled me backwards into hard wall of muscle. Heat immediately engulfed my back, heating my chilled skin.

With my head tilted back, I saw the black ski mask of the man holding me, and realized I had no idea which one of my guys had caught me. Another whiny gasp left my lips, as I panted for breath.

He snaked his other hand around my waist, sliding his gloved hand sensually over the bare skin of my belly. A low growl rumbled through his chest, vibrating through my back, sending a shiver down my spine.

My eye lids fluttered close as his gloved hand slowly slid up my belly and under the loose crop top of my jammies. The slow sensual play mixed with the low growl and utter terror of the scene were such a contradiction of feelings and emotions, it had me on edge, unsure of how to feel.

His gloved fingers pinched my nipple, making me gasp again. “Such a naughty little thing, running half naked through the woods where anyone could find you.”

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