by Madison Faye
I wondered what was so bad out there that being here with them was a safe alternative.
After I ate, I found that the elegant bathroom off my windowless bedroom was fully stocked with a toothbrush and toothpaste, face scrub, towels, and soap. It felt good to scrub my face, brush my teeth, and even use the brush I found on the vanity to get the tangles out of my hair.
When I was done, I eyed the large, gorgeous, clawfoot bathtub along one white-tiled wall.
Screw it.
I shrugged off the robe and my underwear, and ran the water hot, before stepping in.
I groaned, letting the water soak out the tensions before I soaped up. I washed my hair, luxuriating in the heat of the water as I rinsed the soap out. There was a safety razor on the edge of the tub as well, and I even shaved my legs, for no other reason than to feel human again, despite my current position as prisoner.
After my shower, I opted for just the silk robe before I crawled under the covers.
My mind wandered again to Andrea, and my family, and I wondered if they were still looking for me. Looking for me without thinking in a million years that I’d be in some house outside the city, kept captive by three gorgeous, dark, and dangerous men in an elegant but windowless bedroom.
Eventually, somehow, I slept.
10
Mia
I was just waking up the next morning when, the door unlocked sharply. I sat bolt upright, clutching the sheet to my chest as it swung open, and I swallowed thickly as I saw who walked in.
It was the other two men — the blonde one and the man with the piercing dark eyes and thick dark hair. Seeing as I’d met Oliver Blackwood the day before, that meant these two were Holland and Wilder.
“I trust you slept okay.”
I swallowed again, narrowing my eyes at the two of them as they stepped into the room and shut the door with a click.
I shivered.
They were more casually dressed this time — no jackets, but still in those crisp Oxford shirts and tailored pants.
“What do you want,” I hissed, narrowing my eyes at them.
A smile pulled at the corner of the blonde man’s lips. The dark-haired man just glared right back at me.
“Ms. Thorne, my name is Erik Holland, and this is Asher Wilder.”
I sneered. “And I suppose you want me to call you both sir as well, don’t yo—”
“Yes,” Ash growled lowly, his eyes burning right into me. “Yes, we do.”
I shivered under that gaze.
“And suppose I don’t feel like calling the men who bought me anything of the kind?”
That smug smile teased Erik’s lips again as he glanced at his friend, as if they were both amused by my fighting them.
“Then I suppose, Ms. Thorne,” Erik said quietly, turning back to me. “Then I suppose you will need convincing in that department.”
My mouth shut, eyes darting between them.
“You’ve never been a submissive, have you?”
I glanced at Ash, seeing his jaw tighten and his eyes dart over me.
“And you’ve never been trained, nor have you ever had a Dom in any way.”
“I don’t know what you’re even talking about.”
He shook his head. “You had no business being in the club that night, even less being in the Auction House.”
I glared at him. “Oh, right, because it was my choice to get dragged there by that asshole pal of yours Ryan, and then kidnapped and dragged to that disgusting place where you seem to think it’s okay to buy women.”
This time, the smile teased Ash’s mouth as well.
“Not our pal.”
“Excuse me?”
“Ryan Cunningham is not a friend,” Ash said quietly.
“You’re here because you need to be, Ms. Thorne,” Erik moved towards my bed, and my fists tightened on the sheets. “You’re here because it’s safe for you here. But while you are here, you will obey, and you will abide by the rules.”
I started to roll my eyes, when I gasped as he suddenly marched right up to the bed. “Do not roll your eyes at me,” he said sharply and quietly. And I thought about retorting, or throwing it back in his face, but there was something dark in those eyes of his that made me bite my tongue.
I nodded instead, and Erik smiled. “Good girl,” he purred.
I bit my lip.
“We’ll begin showing you those rules today. I’d like you to get out of bed, bathe, and get dressed.”
I nodded, and he raised a sharp eyebrow.
“What, now?”
“I’m not sure what I said to make you think otherwise.”
I swallowed, glancing between Erik standing right next to my bed, and Ash down by the foot of it. Their eyes — Erik’s sharp blue ones and Ash’s piercing dark ones — burned into me, seemingly looking right through the sheets and the thin silk robe, as if they were looking at me bare and naked.
I squeezed my thighs together, dropping my eyes and trying to will the heat away from my face.
The room felt warmer, closer with the two of them there looking at me like that. And just like before, with Oliver, I felt that horrible sense of attraction to them that I knew was so wrong, and so terrible.
I was their prisoner, and here I was getting caught up and pulled in by those chiseled features, those gorgeous eyes, and the demanding, dominant way they spoke to me.
I shook my head quietly but when I looked up, I felt that shiver as I caught them both looking right at me.
“Get up, Ms. Thorne.”
There was something so commanding in Ash’s voice that I found myself doing as I was told. I swung my legs out of bed, clutching the robe tight as I stood, avoiding Erik’s eyes.
“We’ll have clothes brought in. In the meantime, you may run a bath.”
“I took one last night.”
“And I wasn’t asking.”
I glanced up sharply at Erik, seeing that smug grin on his perfect face, those eyes lancing into me. I quickly turned away.
“Fine,” I muttered, stepping for the bathroom. I stepped in, and I turned to get the door, when I gasped, finding the two of them standing right there.
“Do you mind?”
Neither man said a word.
“I have to get undressed to take a bath.”
“No one’s stopping you.”
My cheeks flushed hot, my eyes darting between them.
“Can you look away?” I said quietly.
“No.”
I swallowed, that traitorous tingle creeping through my body as I turned away from them and stepped into the luxurious bathroom. I shivered again, feeling their eyes on me, but I took a deep breath as I untied the robe, and then shrugged it off. It pooled at my feet, and I felt the heat of their gaze on my bare back as I sucked my lip between my teeth.
“We’ll be waiting,” Ash said in what was apparently his persistently gruff voice.
I nodded, glancing furtively at them over one bare shoulder as they left the bathroom, leaving the door open. I cranked the hot water on, my pulse racing at being so naked and vulnerable in here, with two men like that standing right outside the open bathroom door. And, again, those warring feeling came rushing up inside — the part of me that felt drawn to them as the gorgeous, powerful and dominant men they were. And then the other part of me.
The part of me that was their prisoner.
I reached to turn the water down, when my eyes landed on the safety razor from the night before.
I froze, glancing quickly at the open door behind me. They thought I was in here bathing. And a naked, scared woman was hardly a threat, especially with two of them.
It meant their guard would be down.
It meant this was my one shot.
I didn’t think through what I had to do next. I couldn’t. I had to concentrate on the immediate step, which was getting out of this room and away from them. From there, maybe I could run for it, or find a phone and call the cops, or something.
But it all hinged
on me making this one big step.
I snatched up the razor, fingers picking at the plastic safeties and pulling it apart to get at the flimsy blade inside.
And then I had it.
Heart pounding, I snatched a towel, wrapping it around myself and holding the little blade between my fingers. This was my chance.
They glanced up as I stepped from the bathroom.
“I, uh, I need a hair tie,” I said lamely, quickly stepping past them to the bed, as if I’d left it there.
“You weren’t wearing one.”
Ash’s voice chilled me to a stop, right next to the bed and five steps from the door. I could feel my pulse pound, my fingers clutching the blade.
“What?” my voice shook.
“You weren’t wearing a hair tie when you came here,” he said again, his voice getting closer as I felt him step closer behind me. “Now get into that tub, and—”
I yelled as I turned, slashing at him with the blade. He roared, jumping away from me, and I made a break for it.
I only made it two steps before I screamed as hands caught me. I gasped as the two of them spun me around and slammed me up against the wall, one on each arm and both sets of eyes burning right into me.
“That was not smart,” Ash growled, glancing down at the tiny nick I’d made in his shirt and the few drops of blood staining around it.
“Neither was trying to keep me here like an animal!” I screamed back.
“You’re here, because it’s safe here!” Erik roared back, his hand tightening on my arm.
I was panting, my chest rising and falling as the two of them held me fast against the wall. I could feel the heat exploding between us. My head spun and my pulse pounded at how wrong a reaction this was. I should’ve still been fighting. I should have been kicking at them, and screaming and clawing to get away.
Not panting with lust for them. Not feeling my body react to their presence — my pulse quickening, and my body arching up from the wall towards them. I could feel my nipples getting harder, poking at the towel, and my pussy throbbing with heat between my legs.
My eyes darted between Ash’s and Erik’s, standing on either side of me. I’d lose myself in Erik’s ice blue ones — both his hands gripping my arm tight against the wall. And then I’d look at Ash, and those brooding dark eyes would draw me in.
Something in my brain clicked, and I made one more effort to shove away from them.
And my towel fell away.
Time stopped, the room totally silent except the sound of my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
My breath caught, my eyes darted between the two men now pressed right against my naked body, holding me firmly to the wall.
My eyes moved to Erik’s and suddenly, I was lost.
I moaned as he hungrily pressed his lips to mine, demanding the kiss and growling into my mouth. I whimpered as his hand dropped to my hip, holding me tight as he pressed himself against me. I strained against him, fighting it but also wanting it so badly it hurt. I wanted both of them so badly in that moment, like some sort of crazy perfect storm of hormones and pent up frustration. The ordeal of being taken and sold, all came rushing out in this insane way.
An insane way I couldn’t say no to.
Hands pulled me away from Erik, and suddenly, it was Ash who was searing his lips to mine, and claiming my mouth. His hands grabbed my waist, fingers tracing over my skin as he devoured my moans.
I moved back to Erik, melting into that kiss and falling as I felt Ash’s lips on my neck, both of their hands moving over my body.
And I fell hard.
They pulled away, eyes wild as they wordlessly stripped their clothes off, tearing away shirts and pants. I gasped as they dropped their boxers, my eyes going wide at the two enormous cocks pulsing hard between their legs. God, they were built like Greek gods — all rippling muscles, grooved abs, and those mouth-watering cocks. Tattoos I’d never have imagined on men as well-dressed and cultured as them swirled over their chests and arms. And I was still taking them all in, and feeling my body react to the two perfect men in front of me, as they suddenly grabbed me again, wrapping their arms around me and devouring my skin.
Erik lifted me, my legs going around his waist, a gasp on my lips as he pulled me up and moved us from the wall. By the bed, I could feel Ash move up behind me, his hands grabbing at my ass as his mouth found my neck again. Erik’s pulsing rod brushed my thigh, and Ash’s enormous dick pressed hot against my ass. My nipples grazed across Erik’s chest as Ash’s hands skimmed over my side.
I yelped as they suddenly tossed me onto the bed, and moved onto it with me. I whimpered as they moved me onto my hands and knees in the center of the bed, their hands firm.
“What— what are you doing?” I gasped.
“Teaching you a lesson,” Ash said darkly, moving behind me.
I was opening my mouth again when his palm came down with a sharp smack on my ass, stinging my skin.
Oh, fuck.
And just life before, I felt it. Just like before, as much as I wanted to hate it, or rage against it, I found that I couldn’t. Because I didn’t hate it at all.
I loved it.
I loved the feel of his hand spanking my ass firmly. I loved the heat that spread out across my skin, and the way it made my breath catch. But most importantly, I loved the way it made me feel under his control. I loved the way it made me feel so dirty, and naughty, and so fucking sexy all at the same time.
I panted as his hand came down again, stinging my skin as I gasped, my fingers clawing at the sheets.
Erik moved to stand at the edge of the bed, right in front of my face. I gasped as I felt his fingers slide into my hair, wrapping it in his fist and suddenly pulling it tight. I moaned as he pulled me up, forcing me to look up at him. I just knew my cheeks were bright red from the raw heat coursing through me.
“Count for me,” he growled. “Count them as he spanks your naughty ass, you bad girl.”
I whimpered, finding my voice as Ash’s hand slapped my ass again. “One!” I panted out, fingers tightening and my pussy practically dripping my desire down my leg.
“Two!” I moaned, my breath catching again as Erik pulled my hair tight.
My eyes dropped down his gorgeous body to the absolutely mouthwateringly perfect cock pulsing right in front of my face. He was rock hard, the thick shaft bobbing in the air inches from my lips as he gripped my hair tight.
I wanted to taste him.
It was so filthy, and so fucking wrong to think it, given my circumstances of being their captive, but I couldn’t ignore it. It was like this base need — this little thought I couldn’t ignore as I knelt there panting and licking my lips
“Five!” I rasped out, my eyes closing as Ash’s palm stung my ass. This time though, his hand lingered, rubbing over my sore skin, as if soothing me. He pulled back and brought his hand down again, gentler this time, and this time, he lingered longer. I could hear him groan, and suddenly my eyes went wide as I felt his hand slide over the curve of my ass and move right between my legs.
I gasped out loud as he palmed my pussy, and I knew he could feel how fucking hot and how damn wet I was against his palm.
He chuckled darkly. “You dirty fucking girl.”
My body pulsed at his words.
“You’re dripping wet from this.”
“N-no,” I whispered, panting as his hand rubbed my slit.
“I think that’s a lie.”
His fingers slipped over my lips, finding my hard little clit and giving it a slow roll with his fingertips.
I moaned — loudly.
Erik’s hand tightened in my hair, and my eyes opened to see his other hand closing around his cock. He started to stroke, and I realized my mouth was opening as I panted. He tugged at my hair, and I glanced up, suddenly losing myself in those eyes.
“Open your mouth, pet,” he husked, his eyes blazing fire and his jaw tight.
Oh fuck.
I moaned, my eyes dr
opping back to his enormous cock, his hand slowly pumping it. A drop of precum beaded at the top, leaking down over this pulsing head.
And I opened my mouth.
The head grazed my lips, and I whimpered. My tongue darted out to swirl over the tip, catching that drop I’d seen and tasting him as he started to slide deeper. I moaned lowly as his thick shaft parted my mouth, stretching my lips as he slowly filled my mouth.
He pushed deeper, the hand in my hair demanding more from me and sending my head reeling in a way I’d never felt before. I sputtered slightly on him before I relaxed my jaw and swallowed more of him.
Erik groaned, throwing his head back as I slurped on is big dick. He pulled back, and then slid back in, still holding my hair as he started to fuck my mouth.
Ash’s hands moved away from my pussy, and I suddenly moaned as I felt hot breath across my ass. His lips lingered over the places he’d spanked, soothing my skin with kisses before moving down between my legs.
I moaned around Erik’s cock as I felt Ash’s tongue push deep into my pussy. Hands gripped my ass, spreading me wide and pulling me back against him. His tongue curled over my clit, making me moan again as he pushed me higher and higher while I slurped loudly and wetly on Erik’s cock like a dirty little slut.
Ash pulled away, leaving me gasping and wanting more, before I suddenly groaned, feeling him kneel behind me. His thick cock draped across my ass, nestling between my cheeks.
“You want this,” he growled. It wasn’t a question, more a statement.
Erik pulled me away from him, and I gasped, but I said nothing.
“Don’t you,” Ash whispered darkly, pushing his thick shaft up and down the crack of my ass before pulling back and letting the head graze over my pussy.
I gasped, panting. “No.”
“I think you’re lying to me again, pet.”
He teased my pussy again with the thick head of his cock, letting it slip over my clit and making me cry out.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Please,” I whimpered, begging him.
I’d never begged a man like this. Not ever. And here I was starting with two of the men who’d captured me.
“Louder, pet.”