Free Stormbound by Vonna Harper Page A

asked. “Only one?”
    “Maybe not.” Briant subjected her to another of his predator-like smiles. “What do you think of using bells? That way we’ll know every time she moves.”
    Excited beyond all reason by the scene he was describing, she started panting.
    “Not all the time,” Briant continued. “We’d probably get tired of the same noise every day.” He placed his face inches from hers. Going crazy, she licked her lips. “What do you think of that, slave? How would you like going around sounding like you’ve got a cowbell on? Of course”—he dragged her imprisoned breast upward—“we’re not really asking your opinion. That was taken from you when we bought you.”
    “Bought? I thought you captured—”
    “Silence!” Letting go of her nipple, Briant slapped her breasts one at a time. “We paid damn good money for you. Your former owners assured us you were fully trained, but obviously you aren’t.” He sighed dramatically. “You know something, partner? We have no choice but to put her through her paces and judge her performance.”
    “Right you are. Did you bring the collar and leash?”
    How had the two men tapped into the dark corners of her mind? Not only did they know her thoughts almost before she did, but everything they said and did fueled her imagination. Briant still held her hands under his. Even more unsettling and exciting, he’d placed his hand around her throat in imitation of the collar he’d mentioned.
    Was the collar leather or metal? How was it held in place, and how would they prevent her from removing it?
    Maybe she’d spend the rest of her life with leather encasing her throat. No matter what she did to please her masters, they’d never grant her any measure of freedom. They’d chain her here and there as if she were a dog, her eating out of bowls on the ground. If they were in particularly generous moods, they’d let her use her hands. Otherwise, she’d be forced to lap with her arms locked behind her. Maybe—oh goodness!—maybe they’d fix her with dildos and ass plugs.
    What about the sex? After all, that was why they’d bought or captured her in the first place.

Chapter Nine
    Narah could see Briant, while Levi remained little more than an essence, his fingers still invading her vagina. These men were her masters, her owners, the embodiment of everything she needed on this strange day.
    “My ex had vibrators.” Levi wiggled his fingers. “What about you, slave? You prefer a toy to the real thing?”
    “Too bad we don’t have any here, unless…” Briant’s hand slipped from her throat to her breasts. Half-crazy with anticipation, she mentally and emotionally followed the slow journey. “What about it, slave? Any personal pleasure aids among your possessions?”
    “No. Not here.”
    “But back home?”
    “Yes.”
    “Couldn’t get along without them, right?”
    “No,” she managed around the blood raging through her.
    “The stronger, the more satisfactory, right?”
    “Yes.” Her vagina was under attack. How could Briant possibly think she was capable of carrying on a conversation? “Damn it, yes.”
    “Interesting.” Levi began stroking the inside of her right thigh while his buried fingers continued a slow dance that again had her panting. “Then if we hook this slave into an industrial-sized vibrator, she’ll want to jump our bones?”
    “Could be.” Briant planted his hand between her breasts so they were pushed apart. “Of course, we’ll want to fix things so she can’t take it out.”
    Oh yes.
    Levi’s fingers retreated a little, then climbed back inside. “That we do. The more it pounds her, the easier she’ll be to control.”
    Yes , she wanted to shout. Yes, let’s do this! Instead, swinging wildly between the man-caused sensations, she painted fresh mental images.
    The three of them lived in a secluded house with lush carpet and a secret basement. Every day the men went off to work while she impatiently waited for