Mastered by Three Panthers [Caves of Correction 4]

  Caves of Correction 4

  Mastered by Three Panthers

  Piper Boyle went to the Caves of Correction resort with her three friends, Maddy, Aria, and Kenz, for a sexy BDSM vacation. But so far, although she’s met three delicious men, one with black hair, one a redhead, and the third one blond, not one of them has touched her. Dammit!

  Ryder, Zac, and Eliot Wade have never hosted a guest before and are determined to take it very slowly. But their cute blonde guest doesn’t seem to understand their methods. She’s always polite, but it’s clear she wants to try out the dungeon. Surely rushing her would be wrong? Their plans have been prepared so that everything will be perfect for her, after a slow, steady buildup, but Piper is clearly getting impatient and the week should be all about her needs.

  And none of them had ever considered Hurricane Nathan might arrive in the area.

  Genre: BDSM, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifter

  Length: 36,276 words

  MASTERED BY THREE PANTHERS

  Caves of Correction 4

  Cara Adams

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

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  MASTERED BY THREE PANTHERS

  Copyright © 2015 by Cara Adams

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  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  Four friends decide to take a week’s vacation at the BDSM-themed “Caves of Correction” resort set on a small private island off the Carolina coast.

  This series is the stories of Madeline Sinclair, Aria Taverner, Mackenzie Weymouth, and Piper Boyle. Each book is its own complete romance, but the events overlap because they’re all at the resort together. I hope by the time you read the second book you’ll be waiting for an event, wondering how this heroine and these men are going to deal with it.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Author's Note

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  About the Author

  MASTERED BY THREE PANTHERS

  Caves of Correction 4

  CARA ADAMS

  Copyright © 2015

  Chapter One

  Piper Boyle tipped her head back and stared at the ceiling of her cottage. It was a nice little cottage, clean and tidy with soft, snuggly navy blue blankets on the bed and thick fleecy navy-blue towels in the bathroom. But she was damn sick of spending time in it. Tonight she’d been promised that her hosts would finally—finally!—take her into the dungeon cave underneath the bedroom of her cottage.

  She’d spent most of her spare time down there, looking at the equipment and imagining what it’d feel like to be punished by one of her hosts.

  She and her three friends, Maddy, Aria, and Mackenzie, had come here to the Caves of Correction for a sexy BDSM vacation. They were here for an entire week of sun, sand, surf, and sex. So far Piper hadn’t even seen any of her friends. She just hoped they were getting way more sex than she was because she’d had zero sex and zero BDSM until now, and she was starting to wonder if this whole Caves of Correction resort was a fraud.

  Three different, extremely handsome hosts had spent time with her. Ryder, the one with black hair, had taken her to a delightful tiny little beach and had swum with her and shown her how to snorkel. She’d enjoyed that very much.

  The redhead, Zac, had taken her rock climbing up a cliff. That had scared the shit out of her at first, but then she’d actually enjoyed mastering the skills to get herself up the cliff, using her own muscles along with the pitons and ropes.

  And finally, the blond, Eliot, had taken her hiking all over the island until she’d stood on a cliff top and looked all the way across the sea to the mainland.

  Each one had been a perfect host. Each one had cared for her and had ensured she’d enjoyed the activity and the scenery, as well as been kept safe. And each one had been panty-drenching delicious to look at.

  But Piper wanted the sex and the punishment, or perhaps the punishment and then the sex. She’d come here for BDSM, goddammit, and none of her hosts had so much as swatted her ass with his hand, let alone chained her up and whipped her.

  And now, at long last, they’d said they’d introduce her to the dungeon tonight. But the rain was pounding overhead, none of them had arrived at her cottage, and she was starting to think they’d cancel due to bad weather. Although the dungeon was inside, so why should it matter if it was raining? So what if they got wet on their way to her cottage? She wouldn’t mind if they stripped out of their damp clothes. Hell, what she’d seen of them so far, which was nowhere near enough in her opinion, told her they all had mighty nice bodies. Clothing-free would look good on them all, she was sure.

  Piper climbed off the bed, smoothing the blanket as
she did so, and wandered into the bathroom. It was much larger than a normal hotel bathroom. For a start, there was a full-sized tub as well as a standalone shower. For two days she’d been picturing herself pressed up against the glass wall of the shower with one of her three hosts fucking her from behind. Or even better, herself sandwiched between two of them, a cock in her cunt and another one in her ass. She’d never had two men at once, but there was nothing wrong with her imagination. She was sure double fucking would work just fine in that nice, big shower, with steam coating the men’s chests and hot water pummeling their bodies as they pummeled into her.

  Piper sighed. Right now the only pummeling going on was the rain on the roof. It must be some nasty storm out there. It sounded really loud.

  She opened the door to the stairs, flipped on the light as she’d done so many times before, and walked down the stairs and into her cave. That part of the advertising had delivered on its promises. There was an honest-to-God genuine cave underneath her cottage, with real rock walls. It was furnished with a St. Andrews Cross, a spanking bench, and a rack on the wall holding three different-sized paddles; two canes, one thin and the other thick; two whips, one with a forked end; and several floggers, one with a dildo for a handle.

  She could imagine the men using those toys on her, flogging her and then fucking her with the dildo. Or maybe one fucking her cunt with the dildo while another one paddled her ass. She longed to know what being whipped and caned would feel like. Hell, would she even like it? Piper was sure she was a sub. She knew because she ached for a Dom to take control of her life and guide her into serenity.

  Her job was a shitfest of deadlines impossible to meet, a manager who was a complete and utter narcissist, as well as a bully, and a collection of colleagues who came and left with dizzying speed. Her latest assistant hadn’t even lasted until lunchtime, and the one before that had only stayed three days. Piper wished she was free to quit herself at least ten times on an average day. She’d even taken to keeping a list on her cell phone of the number of times each day her manager told her to lie or cheat in case he tried to make her take the blame for it. She never lied or cheated, but she had to walk a really fine line between fact and what the manager wanted, and it drained her energy completely. She handed in her work correctly and truthfully. She left it to him to massage the data, twist the facts, lie, and cheat to enhance his sales results.

  She’d really, really hoped this vacation would leave her refreshed and restored so she could go home and find herself a Dom. If her sex life was good, then her shitty work life wouldn’t be so soul-destroying. Right now she wasn’t sure she’d ever find out. Next week she’d be home again, back at work again, and likely nothing would have changed.

  Maybe instead of cleaning her already clean apartment every Sunday she should look at moving to another state, a warmer, sunnier one, where even if her job was horrible she could go hiking or to the beach on the weekends.

  California? But she’d heard there was a lot of unemployment there.

  Florida? But she was frightened of alligators.

  Hawaii? But that would be a hell of a long journey.

  Texas?

  Her grandmother spoke in her mind. “You just stay right where you are, dear. Everything will work out fine. You mark my words.”

  Piper dropped the flogger she was holding. “Shit, Grandma. Can’t you knock or something before talking to me? I wasn’t expecting you. Are you sure everything will be okay?”

  Piper closed her eyes and concentrated on picturing her beloved grandma sitting on her favorite cane chair on the stoop of her old house. But she didn’t speak to Piper again.

  Still, Piper did feel more relaxed. Sometimes she had a full conversation with the old lady. Sometimes, like now, Grandma just entered her thoughts, left a message, and disappeared. But her visits always made Piper feel better. She picked up the flogger and hung it back on the rack before heading upstairs again.

  Piper hadn’t even reached the top when her cottage door opened and all three of her hosts came inside. Each was dripping wet despite wearing a poncho and a raincoat, and each was loaded down with backpacks and parcels. What now? Would she finally experience sex and BDSM or was something quite different about to happen?

  * * * *

  Aged thirty-three, Ryder was the oldest of the three Wade brothers. He was three years older than Zac and five years older than Eliot. Eliot was the smart one, though, and all through his adolescence Ryder had worked damn hard so his baby brother didn’t outthink and outsmart him at everything they did. Now they were adults, and Ryder was content to sit back and let Eliot do his thing. The kid had the brains. He might was well use them.

  Eliot had seen the potential for growing hydroponic plants and had sourced a watering system that didn’t waste their precious drinking supply. Now most of their home was a hydroponic garden, growing a huge variety of fresh vegetables for the island community to eat. They were already talking about expanding the garden into other people’s houses and growing a crop to sell on the mainland and bring the community more income. It had to be something that would travel well though, and that was comparatively scarce, so it’d fetch a high enough price to cover the cost of transporting it to market by helicopter. Still, Ryder was sure Eliot would figure it all out before long.

  Meanwhile, the three of them had agreed to host a woman for the Caves of Correction in the hope that she might be their mate, or, if not her, the next one or the one after that. This was their first time as hosts, and they were determined to look after their woman and give her the highest possible standard of vacation here on the island.

  They’d taken turns at showing her the attractions, teaching her the activities all the islanders enjoyed, and making sure her meals were top quality. Ryder had spent a long time trying to decide the optimum time for her first taste of the dungeon and tonight was the night. What he hadn’t allowed for in his calculations was a fucking hurricane.

  Hurricane Nathan had been wandering around this area of the Atlantic Ocean for several days now and had turned away from their island, which suited them fine. But then the fucking nuisance had turned back, and now it was approaching fast, and threatening to be a category three hurricane. Category three meant it was damn dangerous.

  Ryder and his brothers had made their house as safe as they could, then collected extra food, beverages, clothing, and blankets and had come to wait out the weather with Piper, their assigned guest. The good news was that since the safest place to wait for the hurricane to pass overhead was in the cave, the dungeon scene could go ahead as planned. The problem was that he’d expected to follow it up with the ménage sex that she’d asked for on her contract in her lovely big bed was upstairs. They’d either have to sleep on the floor or forego the sex. Right now he was thinking the floor would be the better choice. It wasn’t what he’d wanted for their very special guest, though.

  Piper Boyle was a delightful person with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She had willingly cooperated with all their sightseeing ventures, although Zac said she’d been nervous about rock climbing at first, but she’d still done it and done it well. She’d certainly been a delight to his eyes when he’d taken her swimming and snorkeling. He’d been worried she might sunburn and had insisted she coat her skin thickly with sunblock, but she hadn’t burned and had been far more tempting than any fish could ever be in her plain black swimsuit with her long lithe legs and slender arms as she swam smoothly and sleekly through the ocean.

  Ryder juggled his two backpacks and a huge black trash bag of bedding and extra clothing down the stairs of her cottage and into the dungeon. Behind him, Eliot maneuvered his burdens, and Zac locked the door to the cottage. It was Zac’s job to ensure the cottage was secure for the hurricane while he and Eliot set up the dungeon as the place where they’d wait out the storm.

  But first he had to tell her the news. She was standing to the right of the dungeon doorway staring from him to Eliot and back again, obviously conf
used by the backpacks and parcels.

  “What’s going on? I see you’re all wet from the rain, but this is a hell of a lot more luggage than just a change of clothing.”

  Ryder couldn’t help but laugh. “Unfortunately the rain is just the start. Hurricane Nathan has decided to pay the island a visit. He’s already wandered all over the area and might change his mind and disappear again. But in case he doesn’t, we have food and supplies for a few days so we can sit here and wait him out safely.”

  “A hurricane? Excuse me, but the advertising brochures didn’t mention hurricanes.”

  Eliot laughed. “There hasn’t been one since I was a kid. We weren’t expecting Nathan.”

  She came across to them. “Okay. Let me help you. What should I unpack?”

  Ryder smiled back at her. She really was a very easygoing person. Instead of continuing to complain she was offering to help.

  “We need to set up a bed down here. In a little while I’ll help Zac bring in the mattress from your bed for us to sleep on and you can make up the bed down here, if you wish.”

  Ryder unpacked the camping stove and the gas for it and set it up in the corner of the room, and he and Eliot put their food stores beside it. Then they took turns at going upstairs and changing into dry clothing before he and Zac wrestled the big mattress downstairs with the pillows and blankets. Piper remade it into a bed. She also stacked the food more neatly, the taller items at the back, the heavy ones on the bottom, and now it was easy to see everything in their improvised pantry against the wall.