by J. L. Beck
I feel his hand cradle the side of my head and the touch is comforting and soothing all at once. It instantly calms me down and lets me concentrate on the throbbing between my legs. My wetness is dripping down my inner thighs as I feel his cock growing larger inside my mouth.
With a loud growl he flexes his hips and with one final thrust into me he stills and his warm and salty cum fills my mouth. He drags his thick member over my tongue slowly until his head is right between my lips. Cum and drool dribbling down my chin.
“Suck it clean like the dirty fucking slut you are, and swallow every last drop or else I’ll belt your ass,” he orders and I close my lips around the velvety smooth head and suck. His crude words only adding to the throbbing wetness between my legs.
“We are going to leave your daughter tied up to the bed like this until we hear from you. We’ll take turns using her mouth tonight, then we’ll move to her pussy in the morning and finally to her ass by the afternoon. If you’re lucky, she might be recognizable by the time we get done with her,” Wes says into the camera before Trey turns it off.
Fear spirals out of control inside of me and I actually think they might leave me here like this, but as soon as Declan is done tucking himself back into his pants, he leans down and starts to untie my wrist. Wes appears on the other side freeing my other wrist. Neither one of them looks at me or says a single word. Both of them are still stone-faced and emotionless which scares the shit out of me. How do they do this? Act unphased by the things that they do to me? I rub my wrists, the restraints having dug into my skin a little.
I glance over at Trey who is also ignoring me, busying himself getting the SD card out of the camera. “I’m sending this now,” he murmurs before leaving the room.
Wes and Declan pull me to my feet at Trey’s exit. My knees are weak, and I almost fall when they tug me forward. They drag me out of the room and back to the cell. I shiver with each step, my mind and body confused. My body wants to give in to the pleasure, but my mind knows how wrong it is, how fucked up it is. These men are the enemy, my captors. I shouldn’t want them, shouldn’t crave their touch.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I whisper when we pass the door. They come to an abrupt stop and release me.
“Two minutes,” Wes tells me sternly, and I hurry into the bathroom. I do my business quickly and then wash my hands and my face. I rinse out my mouth and drink straight from the faucet before taking a long look in the mirror. I’m completely naked, my blonde hair is uncombed and looks like a bird is residing in it, my normally pink lips are swollen, and my cheeks are flushed.
I look like a mess…and oddly I like the way I look right now… like a sexy siren.
Shaking my head at the ridiculous thought, I step out of the bathroom realizing that I must have been in there much longer than two minutes. Wes is standing in the hallway with his arms crossed over his chest, but he doesn’t say anything. I look down the hall noticing Declan’s now absent. I wonder where he went? Not that I should care. I should be glad he’s gone.
“Come on, it’s time to go back to your cell.” Wes nods toward the end of the hallway and I walk in front of him until I reach the cell door. I pause briefly, my body unwilling to go back into the cell.
“Do I have to spend the night in here?” I shift on my feet uncomfortably.
“Would you rather spend the night tied up to the bed in the other room?”
“No…I…” I would rather spend it in your bed. I think to myself, unable to let the words actually cross my lips.
“That’s what I thought,” Wes chides and nudges me into the cell before shutting the door behind me. The lock turns and a sudden feeling of loneliness washes over me. I know that today is going to be far worse than yesterday. How, I don’t know, but I just feel it, the ache in my chest growing a little more with each day that I’m here.
I pick up the shirt from the floor and pull it back on. Then I unfold one of the blankets and wrap myself up in it Curling up on the padded floor, I use the other blankets as a pillow. As I lay down, I pull my legs to my chest, the movement reminding me of the dull ache that still resides between my legs. For a second, I actually consider reaching a hand down between my thighs to get myself off. What the fuck? It’s a strange thing to be feeling.
I’ve never been so confused in my life. Why am I not terrified of them? I mean, I’m scared but not as much as I should be, which is fucked up. I should be begging for them to let me go, trying my hardest to escape, fighting them, crying, and yet I’m not. I don’t understand why their touch comforts and turns me on instead of disgusting me. I have to be losing my mind. The thought makes me laugh out loud. I guess if I’m losing my mind, a padded cell is the right place to be.
Chapter Eight
Trey
I can’t believe this. I can’t fucking believe this. I reread the email five times and I still can’t believe the words that are typed in it. It’s been two hours since we sent the most recent video and just like yesterday, he hasn’t responded to us personally.
He has, however, talked to his security team and some hired private investigators. I’ve been monitoring all his emails and phone calls, but this last one has my mind in absolute disarray. I’ve never doubted a decision so much in my life. Jessa doesn’t deserve this, and yet there is no fucking way around it.
“You look like you’re about to puke.” Wes comes up beside me.
“Probably because I feel like it.” I push the computer toward him so he can read the email too. His eyes scan the screen and it only takes him a minute to realize exactly what I’ve realized.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he yells, frustration coating his words.
“What?” Declan stands in the doorframe giving us a baffled look. He still shocks me with his ninja skills, on how he appears almost out of thin air.
“Richards just sent out an email to his security to switch the mission from search and rescue to search and kill…including his daughter.”
Declan looks unimpressed, unfazed. “He could be bluffing. Maybe he knows we’re tapping his emails. He could have sent this on purpose to throw us off.”
I shake my head. No, that’s not what this is. “Throw us off from what? He isn’t answering our emails, even though he is clearly getting them…” I’m interrupted by a flashing light on my screen, telling me Richards has an incoming call.
“The head of his security is calling.” I grab the laptop from Wes and turn the volume up. Richards’ voice booms through the speakers a moment later.
“Hello.” Richards’ voice is emotionless, far too emotionless for a man that had his daughter kidnapped.
“Sir, it’s Harrold. I just got your email and I wanted to be certain that I understand this right.” The man on the other line sounds unsure and he clears his throat before speaking. “You want us to take everyone out? Even Jessa?”
“Yes, that is exactly what I want,” Richards says almost annoyed that he has to spell it out for him. “I can’t give these thugs what they want. It would cost me my career, everything I’ve worked for, and even if you can bring her back now, she’s already damaged goods and I don’t want to deal with that.” His voice is so cold and detached, as if he is talking about a useless object instead of his own blood child. “It would be better for everybody if you just ended her life, understood?”
“Understood.”
“Good, give me a call when you get the job done.”
The call disconnects a moment later and I think I might actually puke. I don’t know what is worse, all the things we’ve done to Jessa, who is an innocent in all of this, or the fact that we did all of it for nothing. We thought this was going to be an easy slice of revenge for destroying our lives, for killing our family, and now it turns out all we did was destroy someone else’s life. We wanted revenge, but this is anything but that.
“What the fuck are we going to do now?” Wes asks the same question that I’m thinking.
“He might be just say
ing all of this shit, because he thinks we’ll let her go if we hear it,” Declan says. “Don’t forget, he might be an asshole, but he isn’t fucking stupid. He must know we’re keeping tabs on him. Think about it. He could be acting.”
“And what if he’s not?” Wes chimes in.
“Well, we can’t let her go either way,” I point out the obvious. “She knows where we live, not to mention all the other shit she knows about us… plus the things we’ve done to her. I sigh. This entire thing is a cluster fuck. Yes, she’s great to look at, and even better to touch, but we can’t just keep her here for that…can we?
“Fuck, even if we did let her go, someone else is going to kill her now,” Declan interrupts. “She knows way too much. You should have listened to me to begin with. I knew this was going to be a mistake.” He stomps off to his room, slamming the door shut behind him like a toddler that’s been told no. I want to be angry at his reaction, but maybe he’s right. For the first time, I’m actually starting to agree with Declan, killing her right away would have been the best thing to do.
Probably the kindest for her as well. But we didn’t, and now she’s here being held as a prisoner. I switch the screen to the camera feed and look at her small blanket-covered body curled up on the floor, her legs to her chest, her blonde hair a messy halo of beauty.
“I’m going to bed,” Wes mumbles and heads to his room. I close my laptop and go to my own room feeling disgusted with myself. Slipping out of my clothes I take a cold shower, thinking I might be able to somehow wash myself clean, to get rid of the nasty feeling coating my skin, but of course it wouldn’t be that easy. You can’t wash away the things I’ve done, the demons that haunt me.
After the shower, I dry off and lie down in bed, but I can’t sleep, and it’s not from the lack of trying. I’m beat. Frustrated, I check the time, and realize I’ve been in bed for over an hour and somehow, I’m nowhere closer to going to sleep. I slam my fists down on the sheets in defeat. It’s her, it has to be. I can’t sleep because I’m consumed with thoughts of her.
Pulling on a pair of shorts, I walk out to the elevator and push the level three button. I don’t even think about what I’m doing. The elevator descends two levels and the door slides open with a ding that echoes loudly through the empty hallway. I walk to the end of the corridor and open the cell door. I don’t even know why I’m here. I’m sure she would prefer being left alone to being near one of us. But on the off chance she would rather sleep upstairs, I’m going to give her the option.
She’s still curled up on the floor, the same way she was when I checked the feed last. She doesn’t move when I take a step closer, and like a lion hunting the antelope, I want to yell, tell her to be afraid. Only when I crouch down right next to her sleeping form, do her eyes flutter open.
Surprisingly, she doesn’t look at me as if she’s afraid like I had anticipated. Her eyes are full of a number of emotions, but sadness reflects far more than fright.
“You want to come and sleep upstairs?” I ask.
Her eyes light up briefly, but it’s enough to know that she wants to even before she whispers, “Yes.”
At her word, I slide my arms under her and pick her up, blanket and all. I carry her down the hall and into the elevator, where I put her down and make her stand so I can put the code in and scan in my fingerprint. When we get to the fifth level, I pick her back up and carry her to Wes’s room.
He stirs in bed as soon as I open his door and step inside, but looking at his face, even in the dim light, I know he wasn’t asleep. He doesn’t say anything, just slides over to one side of the bed when I deposit her into the middle of the mattress, and I’m thankful for that. I don’t have it in me to argue tonight, not after that email, or the video. I slide in next to her and cover us both up with the blanket.
Jessa snuggles into the blanket between my brother and me. She must really hate being in the cell if she prefers to sleep here with us, her enemies. I look at her out of the corner of my eye. She actually looks comfortable and it doesn’t take long for her breathing to even out, and shortly after that when I’m certain she’s fallen back asleep, I do too. All while wondering how the hell we’re going to continue doing this to an innocent in this evil war.
∞∞∞
Blinking my eyes open the next morning and the first thing I see is a set of big blue eyes staring back at me. Jessa is on her side, her hands tucked under her pillow, watching me like a hawk. I’m not sure what to think about her watching me sleep. At first, I think it’s fucked up, but then I realize that there isn’t anything else she could be doing. It’s not like she can get up and start making breakfast. She’s not a normal guest in this house. She’s our captive, our enemy, the one thing standing between us and the information we seek.
What a fucking mess.
“Thank you,” she whispers, and I shake my head letting the emotions inside me linger. It doesn’t matter which way I look at this, she’s innocent, and though she’s done nothing wrong, she’s paying for her father’s sins, his crimes. We can’t let her go, but we can’t keep her either. Her fate’s already been sealed, when all of this is over, she’s as good as dead.
“Don’t thank us yet, we haven’t even gotten to the best part of our plan.” My stomach churns as I look over at Wes who is now sitting up in bed. Jessa’s previously peaceful demeanor has now turned into panic and strangely it turns me on to see a spark of fear in her eyes, even though the thought of actually hurting her has me in knots. She’s so fucking innocent, so sweet, it makes me want to dirty her up, to taint her.
With one hand Wes reaches out and grabs her by the hip and rolls her so she’s lying on her back, her big eyes taking both of us in.
“Take off your shirt,” I order. Her fingers don’t even hesitate as she grips the hem of the plain white tee, half sitting up so she can pull it off over her head. Maybe she doesn’t deserve to be treated the way we’ve treated her, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck her any less. She’s a tiny little temptress, caught in a cage with three rabid animals, and it’s time we tasted her, claimed her.
“What are you going to do to me?” There’s a slight tremble to her voice, but if she’s consumed with fear, she’s not very convincing. I know she likes when my brothers and I take from her, her drenched pussy is merely the first sign of it. She might not understand why her body feels the way it does, but she wants us and right now that’s all that matters.
“I think it’s time we get rid of the dangling cherry between your thighs.” Her eyes go wide at my words, but when I lift my hand to cover her breast, she doesn’t flinch or jerk away. Her skin is so soft and warm, I could touch her all day and maybe I will.
Wes gives me a look that tells me he is on board with my plan and reaches out, trailing his hand over her other breast, flicking her hardened nipple with his finger. I take in her features, still waiting for the moment she asks us to stop, for the fear to spark in her blue eyes.
Instead her pink tongue darts out over her plump bottom lip, and she looks up at me, batting those long eyelashes of hers. I try and tell myself she has no idea what she’s asking for, but I know damn well she does. I bite back a groan watching her, thinking about how good that tongue will feel on my cock.
“You like what we did to you yesterday morning?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.
“Yes,” she whispers, her cheeks heating.
“Good, because we’re about to do something else you’re going to like,” Wes tells her before he leans over and takes her diamond hard nipple into his mouth. I move my hand lazily down her body, my fingers dancing over her flat belly and down between her thighs.
Her white teeth sink into her bottom lip in a seductive manner and I feel the pre-cum bead the tip of my cock. She’s playing a dangerous game here, and if she thinks she’ll win she’s going to be sorely mistaken. I grin as my fingers slip between her velvet folds, and I find her already drenched with need.
“Declan had your m
outh first, I’ll have your pussy first, and we’ll let Wes have your ass first,” I tell her while sinking two fingers into her tight channel. Her eyes go wide when I mention her ass. “Don’t worry, we won’t claim your ass today.”
Her body relaxes as she moans and squirms under our touch but doesn’t give me any indication that she doesn’t want this. I wonder if she’ll try and stop me soon once she realizes I won’t be stopping until I’ve made her virgin pussy mine. The thought turns me on even more, taking from her, possessing her in a way no one else ever has.
I start pumping my fingers in and out of her. Her slick arousal coating them, making it so they glide in with ease. My gaze drops down to her pussy, her little clit is swollen even before I put pressure on it with my thumb. Fuck, so responsive, so fucking perfect, our little virgin slut. She spreads her legs for me without my command, confirming once again how badly she wants this, wants us.
“You really like us using you, don’t you? You like how we use your body however we want to?”
“Yes…” she whimpers as I add a third finger, stretching her to accommodate my large cock. It’s going to be a tight fit, but she’ll come to love the pleasure and pain that I give her.
“Eventually we’ll fuck you all together. Three of us at the same time. Wes in your ass, me in your pussy, and Declan in your throat. You want that, don’t you?” I whisper, rubbing slow circles against her clit, while Wes bites at her hardened nipple. One of her hands moves to the back of Wes’s head holding him in place against her breast and I see the smooth grin pull at his lips against her skin. He’s enjoying this as much as I am.
“Such a bad fucking girl. Our dirty little virgin. Our filthy princess,” I growl, sinking into her deeper, harder, wanting to hurt her, but give her pleasure at the same time.