Brandon was going to propose? Guilt rushed through me. He was planning on proposing and I was considering breaking up with him. Pulling my legs up against my chest, I placed my forehead on my knees, closing my eyes as if in an attempt to make myself as tiny as possible – as tiny as I felt. He was worried about me, my family was worried and here I was entertaining some sort of twisted fucking relationship with Lance. Had I truly lost my mind so quickly?
“Gwen?” I heard Becca’s soft voice behind me, but I couldn’t turn to answer her. I was frozen; memories kept flooding my consciousness and I begin to hyperventilate.
No air! No air! Where’s the fucking air in this room!
Ohmygod am I having a panic attack?
“Gwen!” Becca’s voice was in the distance. I heard her, but it didn’t really register.
I’d been so concerned about myself and what was going to happen to me that I hadn’t given it much thought on what friends and family must be going through. Everyone I was leaving behind.
“Breathe, Gwen. Damn girl. Breathe!”
My heart rate began to slow and I could finally breathe again. I gotta get out of here. Somehow. But how? I’d gone through a million scenarios and none of them ended with me getting away alive.
“Cuntmongers!” My head shot up and I opened my eyes at the sound of Jenny’s voice, to see Lance strutting into the room followed by the two men I’d seen a couple of days ago with him. I swear my heart stopped as I cast my gaze onto him, grabbing a leash from the wall and coming for me. As per the routine the other two men stood by the door, their rifles at the ready.
He stopped outside my cell and paused before inserting the key into the lock. He was expecting me to get up, but I was frozen, staring at him.
“On your feet, slave.” He growled as if I were no one to him. As if I’d imagined yesterday.
I’d been a fool. Such a fucking fool.
Slowly I rose to my feet and eyes to the ground I walked to the door of the cell. The leash was linked onto the front of my collar and he gave it a tug, urging me forward. Yup, human cattle. I had a good man at home waiting and worrying for me and I was lusting over a man who regarded me as his cute little pet for the week.
This time when we entered the BDSM room I didn’t hesitate.
“You two can bugger off. I’m fine with her.” Lance closed the door to the room and locked it without waiting for a reply from them. He quickly shut off the cameras and then approached me. Taking my hand he led me over to the bed and motioned for me to sit down.
Once sitting, he removed my leash and collar. As soon as my collar was off I lowered my gaze; I couldn’t look at him. Grasping my chin in his hands he tilted my face upward, forcing my eyes to meet his.
“How are you?”
“Good, Master.”
He paused, tilting his head to the side and eyeing me, a peculiar look in his expression. “What’s going on, Gwen?”
“What do you mean, Master?”
He cursed under his breath. “Stop the bullshit. Talk to me.”
“I’m doing what I’m supposed to do. I’m your slave, your pet to be trained. Isn’t this how I’m supposed to act?”
He frowned, confused. “Yes, but…”
“Then why are you angry?”
“I’m not… fuck! I don’t understand what’s going on with you right now. Did one of those fuckers touch you last night?” Forcing me to stand he knelt before me and began to examine my body looking for any indication of abuse.
Once done with his inspection he rose back up. I could see his frustration building. A part of me wished I could just tell him to hold me and make it better. But that was just stupidity talking. Besides I didn’t deserve the mercy and I didn’t deserve compassion, not when Brandon and my parents were hurting.
“Just do what you have to and take me back to my cell, Master.”
His body tensed, becoming a giant coil. A low growl came from him as his eyes darkened.
“Why? Why are you acting like this, Gwen?”
“It’s your job to prepare me for my buyer, Master.”
“Goddammit! Are you losing your mind already?” Lance turned his back to me and paced back and forth in front of me for a couple of minutes. I could see the stress of his confliction vibrating through him. I needed him to hurt me; I needed him to show me he was the monster he was supposed to be. I needed a reason to truly and completely hate him. I didn’t deserve the light.
“Fine. If you’re not Master enough to train me then maybe Connor will!” A part of me screamed to stop this and that maybe I was going bat-shit crazy. I should apologize. I should open up to him, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I turned to leave, not sure if I was serious about going to find Connor or not. His hand shot out and grasped my wrist. His grip was so tight I cried out, but he refused to loosen it. Instead he pulled me toward him and roughly threw me backwards onto the bed.
“This is what you want?” he growled through clenched teeth, pulling his shirt up and over his head and tossing it to the floor, then proceeding to undo his belt. “This what you fucking want, Gwen?”
I cringed and lowered my head, not able to stand the anger and frustration in his eyes as he looked down at me. Yesterday he’d looked at me with kindness and affection, today it was pure rage.
“Look at me, slave.”
I lifted my gaze and watched as he finished undoing his pants. I watched as he pulled out his semi-hard member. It grew to its full potential as he stroked himself; it was much bigger than I’d encountered before, in my limited experience. Once he was rock solid he finished undressing and kicked his clothing to the side.
He was so damned beautiful. I hated myself for wanting him.
Despite the anger I could see the anxiety in his expression. His free hand slipped behind my head and he fisted my hair, giving it a tug and forcing me to focus on his face. “Don’t mistake my kindness with weakness, slave. If you attempt to fight, to bite or escape you will be punished, severely. Are we clear? You want a true master? You want to be trained like everyone else, then make no mistake I’ll give you what you want.”
Tears welled up in my eyes as I nodded. “Yes, Master.”
His body paused when he saw my tears. Damned tears. He released his cock and it bobbed in front of my eyes. “Take me in your hand and stroke me.”
I gathered up my courage. I can do this. Just get it over with and I can go back to my cage and be left alone. Without a word I took him in hand and began to stroke him. He moaned softly, his hand fisting my hair tightening, becoming painfully tight. “Good, very good.” He was big, scary big. What if the person who bought me wanted me ready for anal? How in the hell could I handle his dick fucking my ass?
He slipped his free hand down my side and over the curve of my hips. My breath caught in my throat as his hand traveled between my legs, cupping my mound. My hand froze on his cock and a tremor of terror rushed through me.
“Tell me you don’t want this.”
I refused to tell him no.
He sighed, the anger draining from him. “It’s easier if you just give in, Gwen.” For some reason the use of my real name helped to relax me and tested my decision. I forced myself to relax as he massaged my mound, stroking me with two fingers along my slit from my anus to focus on my clit.
Closing my eyes I attempted to forget where I was and tried to let go. Just give in and feel, I told myself. He stroked me again and I gasped, my hand tightening around his shaft as he dipped a couple of fingers into my core.
Opening my eyes, our gazes locked and I saw the hunger building in his gaze. “Stroke me, from the base to the tip,” he ordered, his tone deep and desire-laced.
I resumed stroking him. As the sensations of his fingers stroking me flowed through me, my need to please him intensified. Tightening my grasp on his cock, I began to stroke him harder, faster. Removing his fingers from me, his fingers began to tease my clit, pinching and rolling it between his fingertips and making me cry out as m
y need built.
I writhed on the bed, my hand dropping from his penis as I fisted the blanket under me with both hands. He didn’t seem to notice or care. His head dipped and circled my left nipple, turning it into a tight nub and nipping lightly, sending jolts of pleasure through me, intensifying the need between my legs.
As he lifted his lips from my nipple I arched my back, while bucking against his hand. Thought was beginning to quickly leave me and all that remained was the pleasure. His lips latched onto the second nipple, biting a little harder than the first, as he dipped his fingers back inside of me.
I cried out, releasing the blanket and grabbing onto him, pulling him down onto me, my nails digging into his back. My body needed him, needed the relief he could grant me.
His lips drifted up the side of my neck and nipped at my earlobe “Is this what you wanted? You’re so fucking wet. Jesus Gwen.”
“Yesssss.” The word came out as a hiss as his fingers stroked my inner wall, taking me to my point of no return. I was hovering, ready. I was drowning and only he could save me. “God, yes!” His rock hard cock rubbed against my thigh and I craved it in me, needed it. My body became a coil on the verge of breaking, and just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore I screamed out as my body exploded under him – for him.
I was panting hard, tremors rocking through my body and when his lips found mine, I was in heaven and he was my guardian angel. Parting my lips, I welcomed his tongue to dance with mine. My hand sought out his cock, needing to give him the pleasure he gave me. The urge to please him was so strong I doubt he could have stopped me if he tried.
Slipping my hands to his chest, I pushed him back, ending the kiss. He gave me a bewildered gaze, but as I slipped from the bed and fell to my knees eagerly taking his cock into my mouth a low groan erupted from him. His hands immediately moved to my head, threading his fingers into my hair and gently fisting the golden strands.
“You don’t have to do this,” he groaned out, but even if I had second thoughts the heat and anxiety in his voice as he attempted to dissuade me only urged me on.
Grasping his balls in my hand, I gently caressed him as my mouth moved up and down on him, my tongue circling the circumference and teasing the tip with each upward movement. Each time my tongue flicked the slit at the head, a low groan would emerge from him. As the tension in his body increased and his balls tightened he began to move with me, his hips swaying in time with my up-and-down movements on him.
“Holy fuck, that’s good, baby.” He uttered another groan and an incoherent curse.
As he came closer to climax, I felt the fire within me ignite again and begin to burn within. I could feel his body preparing. He was so close and I was anxious to taste him. Slipping my hands to his ass I worked him faster, taking as much as possible of his length.
“I’m going to come. God. Yes!” He thrust into my mouth so hard I gagged, but I held on and attempted to keep up, swallowing his seed as a stream of his cum filled my mouth. A couple smaller squirts followed the first and it wasn’t until he began to deflate between my lips that I released him.
He dropped to his knees before me and pulled me into his arms, tucking my head under his chin and stroking my hair. I let go. I was a mess, I was a fucking mess as sobs escaped me and my body jerked and heaved with the sobs against him. I cried so hard I thought I might puke.
“It’s going to be okay, Gwen,” he whispered, brushing his lips across the top of my head.
“Liar! It’s not. It’s not going to be okay.”
He held me patiently, waiting for me to gather myself. Once I was done crying he reached behind him, grabbed his t-shirt and wiped the tears from my cheeks and then my nose.
“I’m going to get your t-shirt all snotty,” I grumbled, but I smiled despite it all.
He chuckled. “I think I can handle a snotty t-shirt. I’m not worried about the shirt.”
Slowly he rose to his feet, tossing the shirt to the floor. Bending down he picked me up and pulled me into his arms. He carried me a couple of feet and gently laid me onto the bed, slipping in beside me and pulling me into his strong, reassuring embrace.
“Now, please tell me what’s wrong, Gwen? Besides the apparent.”
I snuggled tight to him, laying my head on his chest and begin tracing the outline of muscle. God, I loved touching him. The knowledge that in a few days’ time I’d be shipped off somewhere attempted to creep into my consciousness. I refused to let it. “Brandon was on the news. Did you know that?”
He didn’t reply, but didn’t need to; the sudden tension in his body told me he knew.
Since he didn’t answer I continued, “He was going to propose. He wanted to get married before I was taken and I wanted to break up. Now I’m gone and he’s hurting. My parents are hurting, everyone is hurting because of me.”
He ran his hand up and down my side. “It wasn’t your fault, Gwen. You weren’t taken because you wanted to be.”
I looked up into his eyes. “Why did you take me? Of all the people, why me?”
He took a deep breath in and slowly released it, his jaw clenching as he gathered his thoughts. “Tanner noticed you on the news one night. Your cheer team won the state championships or something, I’m not sure. I don’t get involved in selection. He felt you would be an easy sale and my father authorized the abduction.”
“And you’ve been following the news about my abduction?”
He fingered a lock of my hair, twirling it around his index finger and releasing it. “Yeah, I have.”
“How are they?”
“About what you’d expect.”
A knock sounded at the door and without thinking I gripped tighter to Lance. I was just starting to calm down, I couldn’t go back yet.
“It’s okay, baby. Give me a minute.” He slipped out of bed and walked across the room, unconcerned that he was naked.
I dove under the blankets, pulling them up to my chin, as if the blanket could be my barrier against the evil on the other side of the door.
“Yeah! What do you want?” Lance pulled the door open, but not far enough so the person on the other end could see me. I silently thanked him for blocking me from the others setting eyes on me and seeing just how vulnerable I really was. Even worse they’d see my growing affection for Lance and demand he give me up before my time there was done.
“I need this room.” It was Jazz. I cringed at the sound of his voice. I wasn’t sure who scared me more, Jazz, Tanner or Connor.
“And you can go fuck yourself, because I’m using it.” Lance’s body stiffened as if preparing for a fight. “What are you doing bringing her here tonight anyhow? Has The Doc even seen her yet?”
“No. He’s not back until tomorrow.”
“You know you can’t do fuck all to her until she sees the doc. Put her back in her cell until tomorrow.”
“She’s a disrespectful bitch, she needs training now. She spit on Tanner and fucking bit me.”
I had to bite down on my lower lip to keep from giggling at the vision in my mind’s eye of Jenny taking a chunk out of Jazz. The fucker deserved more than being bit. I heard murmuring coming from the hallway and a frantic shuffling. Did he gag Jenny?
“And I don’t care. My father is away on business, which means I’m in charge right now. So what I say goes and I say, put her back until tomorrow. You weren’t even assigned to her so unless you want The Boss’s boot up your ass you’ll do as I tell you.”
There was silence on the other side of the door then eventually fine grumbled out.
“And when I return my slave to her cell I had better not see a mark on the new one. So unless the compound is on fire or the captives have all escaped don’t come knocking on this door again. I hope we’re clear.”
“Crystal.” I could hear the contempt in the other man’s voice. It made me wonder how much abuse Lance was able to prevent just by being there. He was certainly protecting me from a world of hurt, and part of me felt guilty over that. Th
e other poor girls weren’t so lucky. I huffed at myself, hardly believing I referred to myself as lucky all things considered. However, ultimately, the women all had the same fate, myself included – sold or dead.
Chapter 8
“Did he hurt her?” Keeping the blanket up to my chin, I watched as Lance made his way across the room and back to me. I found myself grateful for Lance. What would have happened if he’d called my bluff and he’d let me go to Connor or Tanner? I shuddered just thinking of the possibilities.
“Not yet.”
My blue eyes widened. “What do you mean by not yet?”
“Just what I said, Gwen. The situation is controlled for now, but when The Boss gets back I can’t protect her. He decides and he won’t tolerate the men being spit on or bit.”
I sat up in the bed, enraged. It almost sounded like Lance was defending those beasts. “But they’re allowed to beat on us and rape us!”
He stopped a few feet from the bed and crossed his arms over his chest, giving me a warning stare. “I’m not justifying, I’m stating a fact, Gwen. And there’s no point in getting angry with me over it; I don’t make the rules.”
“But you enforce them,” I countered, glaring back at him. A warning alarm began to sound in the back of my head. I needed to slow down, hell, back it up even before this got too out of hand.
He pointed to the cuffs hanging from chains in the ceiling. “If I fucking enforced them so well your ass would have been strapped to those suspension chains and I would have flogged you until you nearly passed out yesterday. Don’t fucking tell me what I do or don’t do when you have no idea what you’re talking about!”
I balked as if he’d slapped me. The anger in his voice and in his eyes scared me.
Turing his back to me he laced his fingers behind his neck and rolled his head from side to side. His body was coiled with tension as he began to pace, not even looking in my direction as he marched back and forth.
But I couldn’t let it go. Just couldn’t, but I checked my own temper, hoping to defuse the situation. “What will they do to her?”
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