Snatched 3

by Candy J. Starr

  He moved around to my chest, working small circles with the sponge, then expanding them to include my breasts. My back arched toward him and I thrust my belly out of the water. He pushed me back down, his hand firmly on my belly. He moved in front of me and continued to sponge me.

  It was hard to believe that not so long before, I’d been alone and frozen in the woods. He’d noticed I was missing and had come looking for me. I wasn’t alone and I wasn’t abandoned. There was someone in this world who would come and find me.

  And now I was here in his bathtub. That thought made my stomach do weird things.

  I got snapped out of my thoughts by him pinching on my nipples. Not a playful pinch but a sharp tug that had me yelp with pain. The pain only heightened my arousal, though. I stared at him, practically drooling as the sensations shot through my body. I’d thought I’d wanted him before, but the pain drove me to the edge.

  “You stopped focusing on me,” he said.

  He twisted my nipples so that the pain sharpened. I couldn’t answer. He had my attention. He had all of my attention.

  Chapter 4. Dom

  I knew it was wrong. I knew it was the worst thing I could do in the situation, but for once in my life, I couldn’t fight my urges. She’d been so lost and vulnerable. I’d just wanted to protect her and save her, but somehow, saving had turned into a need to possess her, to own her and claim her as mine. I couldn’t stand the thought of her looking at any other man the way she looked at me. If I had to keep her locked into this house forever, I would.

  “Don’t ever run away from me again, Veronica.”

  I perched in the edge of the bath, careful not to get my trousers wetter as I soaped her. The warmth of the bath and my scrubbing motion had brought the colour back into her skin.

  She tipped her head back, looking up at me as those long lashes of hers fluttering in surprise.

  “I wasn’t running away. I just went for a walk and I got lost.”

  When she said it like that, it was easy to brush aside my misgivings and believe her. I twisted her hair around my hand and pulled her head back further so that her eyes widened.

  “Is that true?”

  “Of course. Why would I —”

  Before she could finish the sentence, I took control of her mouth, not just kissing her but drawing every bit of desire from her.

  When I pulled away, her expression turned to pleading, as though being separated from me caused her physical pain.

  “You swear?”

  “Where would I run to? I have nothing but this.”

  She raised her arms to pull me to her, but before she could touch me, I’d taken hold of her wrists, raising them above her head. The warm water splashed around her as her hips thrust out of control. Soap had replaced the taste of tears on her skin. I kissed her neck, working my way down to her breasts. She moaned, deep in her throat.

  I thought I could stop at kissing her, but that moan stirred me deep inside.

  I lifted her out of the bathtub and wrapped a towel around her, gently rubbing her body dry. She stood perfectly still as I dried her, knowing, without me having to tell her, that’s what I required. She picked up so quickly on my needs. I wanted to reward her for her obedience, but she still needed to be punished for leaving me in the first place.

  I carried her to the bed but didn’t lay her down. Instead, I stood her near the bed, then opened up the closet, removing leather bonds. I set them on the bed where she could see them.

  “You want this, don’t you?” I whispered in her ear.

  She gulped and nodded her head.

  “Tell me you want it.”

  I ran my fingers down her torso, stopping at the top of her thighs. She shuddered against me as though she didn’t have the strength to stand on her own legs. Her eyes sparkled, but not with anger like they had before. Now that glint in her eyes was pure lust.

  I buckled the restraints around her wrists, wishing I’d prepared the red ties I’d fantasised about, the ones that would look so striking against her pale skin. That would have to wait for another time. Anyway, her white skin was now pink from the hot bath.

  I connected the restraints to the bedposts so she was bound, standing beside my bed.

  Then I stood back to observe her. From the back, she looked perfect. Her long hair cascading down her back would be an obstacle. I lifted it and arranged it over her breasts. That got a tiny sigh from her.

  My cock hardened at the sight of her gorgeous curved arse, two perfect white orbs that would soon be marked by my work. First, I ran my finger down her front, over her ribs and her stomach, as I pressed my body against her back. Her breathing became ragged and she pushed her buttocks back. I knew she anticipated my next move, really and willing.

  My finger moved lower, over the fuzz of hair between her legs, still damp from the bath. When I spread her lips and pushed my finger inside, she was even damper. Her pussy dripped for me. She gasped as I circled her clit with my finger, raising herself up to her toes and thrusting forward. I worked my finger inside of her tight hole while I rubbed my cock against her. She was so tight, so very tight. How could I have ever thought she was a hooker? The wetness of her slurped against my fingers as I moved deeper inside her.

  With my finger still in her, I raised my other hand and slapped her on the buttocks. The sharp sound rang out, followed closely by her scream.

  “Do you want me to stop?” I whispered as my fingers worked her clit.

  She moaned in reply, a sound dragged up from her most guttural place. She wanted this more than I’d ever dreamed.

  I removed my fingers.

  “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

  “Open your eyes.”

  I moved back inside her, moved my fingers back into her swollen pussy. She licked her lips and I slapped her again. She gasped.

  “Thank you,” she whispered, the words a pleading cry.

  Nothing could’ve made my cock harder than her husky voice thanking me for correcting her. I slapped her again, this time harder. Her pussy tightened around my fingers. I grabbed her leg with my other hand, spreading her legs further. Her juices dripped down her thighs now, making them glisten. She was mine. She’d do anything I asked.

  Each time my hand connected with her flesh, she’d whimper, then thank me. I needed to control myself, but my cock needed attention. I wanted to spread her further and fuck her with a hell fury, but I kept myself in check until I gave her release, pinching her swollen clit tightly between my fingers. The way her eyes widened, I knew that shocked her, but it drove her crazy too.

  She screamed out.

  “Stop, no, don’t stop. Oh. My. God.”

  Her body squirmed and she pulled against the restraints.

  I toyed with her clit more, rubbing it hard until the screaming stopped and she hung limp, only her restraints holding her upright. Her unfocused eyes shone with bliss.

  I untied her and lowered her to the floor. She smiled up at me.

  It was impossible to hold back any longer.

  I unzipped my pants, pushing them down over my thighs and freeing my cock.

  She licked her lips and moved toward me. I should’ve corrected her for that, but I couldn’t. I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her onto her knees, then rubbed my cock against her lips.

  Her tongue lapped out, eager for a taste of me. So eager.

  She opened that huge mouth of hers up wide and took it all in. I pumped hard, fucking her mouth with my cock, my hands around her head, entwined in her hair. She was my fuck toy. My cock needed her. Her tongue swirled around its length, hungry and wanting this as much as I did. She looked up at me, her eyes half-closed. A moan rose in her throat, and the vibration of it against my shaft was enough to make me come.

  I emptied my seed into her mouth, and she swallowed it all as I hugged her to my stomach, running my fingers over her silky hair.

  Even though she was my most dangerous enemy, I desired her more than any other woman I’d ever
met. This wasn’t a pretence for her. I could tell that. She craved my punishment as much as I craved her. I didn’t need to tell her what to do or how to respond. Her reaction came naturally, as though she was my other half.

  And that scared me as much as it excited me.

  Chapter 5. Veronica

  I woke up alone and in my own bed, unsure if it’d all been some crazy dream, but the warm sting of my butt cheeks was proof that it’d all happened. He must’ve carried me back here when I’d fallen asleep. My bed had become too huge for me alone. I craved him, but I wasn’t sure what his next move would be. The empty space beside me taunted me. I’d thought he had some feelings for me after last night, but obviously not enough for him to want me to share his bed.

  I replayed the previous night in my mind. I had such little experience with men that I couldn’t tell what his actions meant, and it wasn’t like I had a best friend I could call to discuss all the intimate details. I didn’t have anyone to turn to for advice. I only had my books and my own intuition, but I wasn’t sure how much I could count on that.

  Still, I couldn’t loll around in bed all morning, thinking sexy thoughts. Harrison would bring my breakfast soon.

  I showered and got dressed, in one of those stupid dresses he’d given me. It was a light green colour with a flouncy skirt. Even though I felt stupid wearing it, the fabric was so amazing against my skin. Still, I didn’t look like me but like some princess girl who wore pearls and had silky, soft hands from never working. It was a costume, a dress-up.

  Since I was playing dress-up anyway, I went into the bathroom and fixed my hair. Normally I couldn’t be bothered doing anything more than pulling it back in a ponytail, but there were clips and things in the cabinet so I played around, twisting it back into a bun. I put on some make-up, even a red lipstick, then laughed at myself. The girl in the mirror was as far from me as possible. She wasn’t someone who’d had to work minimum-wage jobs between taking her mother to doctor’s appointments. She wasn’t someone who snuck out through the hole in the back fence to escape thugs. She was refined and elegant.

  What a fake!

  The whole thing was such a game. The whole time, I strained my ears for footsteps outside my room, the hope ever present in me that he’d seek me out and we’d continue where we’d left off.

  My whole life had become tenuous, reliant on his whims. I had no understanding of him and his intentions. He could throw me out of here tomorrow and I’d be living on the street. I guess that was what I’d come here with, though.

  The air in my room felt heavy, or maybe it was the weight of expectations within me.

  I just wanted to think more about the events of the previous night, revelling in the details. He seemed to know my body better than I knew it myself. Not just in the way he touched me or spoke to me, but how he could draw out these fantasies I never even knew existed in my mind. I’d always thought I was so normal and boring, but he made me into a sexual creature. Not just regular sex, either. I blushed at some of the things I’d done. I’d been like a wild animal, but even though I was embarrassed now, it seemed to me that he’d not even come close to what he could do to me.

  I wanted him to take me the limit of my desire, even further. He challenged me, as though daring me to draw back, but the more he pushed me, the more I wanted. I wasn’t sure where I’d draw the line. I wasn’t even sure there was a line to draw.

  The door opened. So quietly, but I’d learnt to recognise the sound in this silent house. I sat up straight, prepared for Harrison to come in with my breakfast tray. I’d been too consumed with thoughts of Dom to realise how starving I was, but now that breakfast was here, I couldn’t wait to get stuck into it.

  “Veronica!”

  It wasn’t Harrison, it was Dom. As though my own lustful thoughts had conjured him up. He stood in the doorway. Just the sight of him made my body throb with longing.

  He smiled at me.

  “I see you’re ready, that’s good.”

  “Ready for what?” I had no idea what he had in mind. Were we going somewhere? Were we going to play more? I hoped it was play. I had no desire to go anywhere.

  “If you are going to be my sister, I have to train you. You’re a bit rough around the edges. Well, not just around the edges, to be honest. You are rough through and through. You’ll be a public embarrassment to me. So I’m going to take you in hand.”

  My body still pulsated from the things he’d done to me the night before, and my secret wish was that he’d push me onto the bed and rip this stupid dress off me.

  The thought of him taking me in hand thrilled me more than I thought possible, but something worried me.

  “Hey, buddy, what’s with this sister stuff? I’m not your sister. I’m no blood relation at all.”

  I sure didn’t want him treating me like a sister. That sounded like no fun. Who the hell says that to a girl after he screws her? He winced a little in response, but there was no other reaction at all.

  There was more going on with this sister thing than he was telling me. Either that or he was one sick bastard. My feelings for him sure weren’t fraternal. He rocked me to the core of my being and I wanted him to keep rocking me like that. I didn’t want to be his sister or any other rubbish like that. He might be my stepbrother, but that was a relationship that had never meant anything, even more so now that both our parents were dead.

  “So?” I added.

  Annoyance and something more flicked over his face. If I’d learnt one thing, though, it was to not question him. I’d find out nothing until he was ready to tell me, and he was totally unreadable.

  “I know that,” he said, his voice impatient. “But the law has decided we’re related, like it or not. That means I’ve got to accept the facts – well, at least until I can do something about it. And at the moment, the only action I can think of is to make you acceptable.”

  What had the “law” to do with anything anyway? It’s not like anything had changed. And what was he saying?

  “I’m plenty acceptable now,” I said, standing up from the chair.

  “No. No, you’re not,” he said.

  It hurt a little, though. I’d put on the fancy clothes he’d left in my wardrobe. I’d done my hair and put on make-up. I’d made an effort to look my best, but that effort seemed to fall way short of his standards.

  I wanted to protest and tell him he could stick his training, but the look in his eyes made my insides throb with need. This training might be exactly what I needed. I could ignore the boring parts and focus on the sex.

  When he said to follow him, I just kept my mouth shut and followed him.

  I followed him through the house, down the long, long corridor. It seemed like it would take forever to get to the other side of the house.

  “I think we’ll move your room next to mine instead of having you stuck up here,” he said.

  I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. He spun around and glared.

  “Answer me.”

  I gulped. I didn’t tell him I had answered him. Maybe he didn’t consider an unseen nod answer enough.

  “I’d like that,” I said.

  Of course I’d like that. I’d be near him. He had to want me close by to even suggest it. To be honest, it seemed stupid to me to have a house with so many rooms when only he lived there. Who needed a whole massive house to themselves? The only other people I’d seen were his servant, Harrison, and some maids. There had to be kitchen staff to cook the meals, and there was the guy who drove the car. But no guests or friends. If it were my house, I’d rent out the rooms and make some extra cash. He didn’t look like he needed extra cash, though. And he sure didn’t seem like the type to rent out rooms.

  Probably no one would want to stay somewhere so isolated from the rest of the world anyway. I had no idea where we were, only that it had been a long drive from the city. I never heard any other traffic or could see any other buildings around. For all I knew, the rest of the world had ceased to exis
t.

  We reached the stairs and I followed him down.

  “Am I still going to be locked in?” I asked.

  “You said you wouldn’t run away. Can I trust you?”

  That seemed like it could be a yes. He stopped walking until I reached the stair beside him, then he looked at me with such intensity, he’d know if I had any trace of a lie in my words. My body heated with the force of his gaze. My toes curled and my belly dropped in a flutter.

  Why would I ever run away?

  “You can trust me. I have nowhere to go and no way of getting out of here anyway. I’m completely at your mercy.”

  He gave a small smile at those words. He liked me at his mercy. We’d established that. He liked it a whole lot and, to be honest, so did I. But, other than that, I had absolutely no idea. I couldn’t work out what he wanted. He didn’t trust me, even if he said he’d not lock me in. He’d have servants watching me and probably other systems set up to monitor my moves, I had no doubt about that.

  I got a feeling that he didn’t trust anyone. Maybe his mother, Mitzy, before she died, but that was it.

  He never let me touch him. Not even a caress. When he’d carried me through the woods, he’d held me tight. I could feel the pounding of his heart in his chest and it seemed like we were joined in a way beyond sex, but then he withdrew from me.

  Even in the most intimate moments between us, he held something back. I could lose myself in him, but I was only here at his whim.

  Chapter 6. Dom

  She was my sister. That’s what the law would say. She was entitled to an equal share of Mitzy’s estate. The house, the company, all of it. I might have to share it with her.

  Brady had been in contact, and things weren’t looking good. The initial autopsy had proven nothing conclusive, and I thought I was in the clear there, but he’d said the coroner wanted to retest a few things. There was still the possibility that half of everything might go to Veronica. Even though she was precious to me, the company meant more.