Free The Marine's Pet by Loki Renard Page B

out a little laugh at Sarah’s stricken expression. “Austin!” She raised her voice. “I’ve frightened your poor pet.”
    Austin slid down the couch and wrapped his arm around Sarah’s shoulder. “What have you been telling her?”
    “She’s been telling me I have to worry about Earnest and Robert, and probably Rebecca too,” Sarah said. “Is that true?”
    “Well,” Austin said. “I’m possessive when it comes to my pets, so I have no intention of sharing you, but I do expect you to treat them with respect.”
    “Possessive, huh?” Sarah smiled at him. She liked the sound of that. Being his. Being protected from others.
    “If you do misbehave around the others, I may very well leave you to their disciplinary mercy.”
    “What? But you just said…”
    “I said I wouldn’t share you sexually,” he replied. “I didn’t say your butt would be safe if you misbehaved.”
    “But…” She looked at him with her mouth ajar in dismay. “But I don’t even know them.”
    “You’ve clearly met Robert before,” he said with a significant look that referenced her brief incarceration. “And I think you have the measure of Earnest too. Besides, if you don’t want to be disciplined by them, then don’t misbehave around them.”
    “This is not fair,” Sarah said, her expression and mood darkening.
    “It’s very fair, oh, and Sarah? I wouldn’t waste too much time worrying about what might happen with them. Worry about what will happen with me.” He lowered his voice and spoke in a soft growl. “I’m probably the most demanding dominant in this room…”
    Sarah probably should have hidden her snort at that, but she did not.
    “Ah, you don’t believe me,” Austin said, amused rather than insulted. “That’s because I’ve been so gentle with you so far.”
    “Gentle? I don’t think so.”
    “I’ve paddled your bottom and hardly anything more,” he said. “But I have much more planned for you, Sarah.”
    There was a dark promise in his voice that made her shiver with excitement. There was so much more to be explored, she could feel it as if it were a tangible thing.
    “The crate,” she said. “What is that for?”
    “Well, it can be a lot of things,” he said, letting his hand brush gently against her breast, his thumb grazing her nipple. “It can be a place of punishment, or it can be somewhere for a pet to relax and feel safe, depending on the context and the person.”
    “I don’t think I’d like it,” she said, her words belied by the little tingles of excitement that raced around in her belly as she thought about what it might be like to be inside that big crate, unable to leave it until she was released. Imprisoned.
    “I think you might,” Austin said. “You have a taste for the perverse.”
    “A taste for the perverse?” Sarah laughed. “What is that even supposed to mean?”
    “That means I have no doubt that you will be eager to follow where I want to lead you.”
    It was a pity they were no longer in a room by themselves, because Sarah was getting wet at the mere thought of hints of things Austin might do with her and to her. Her arousal did seem a little perverse, as Austin had called it, only because it came from thinking about the things her logical mind assured her she would not enjoy. Who could possibly enjoy being at the disciplinary mercy of three men, and, now that she thought about it, Rebecca probably too? Anyone who held a leash seemed to have a position of authority in that house.
    “Wait…” Sarah spoke suddenly. “Does that mean… you discipline other people too?”
    “Well,” Austin said. “I have in the past, yes. But judging by the expression on your face, I don’t imagine I will in the future.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I mean you practically just turned green,” he said, smiling. “My jealous little pet.”
    “I don’t like sharing,” Sarah said. “And I don’t like to be shared either.”
    “But the idea of being held to