I smiled wide as he stared down at me. “That was… amazing.”
He returned my smile, brushing a lock of blonde hair from my eyes. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head. I couldn’t even remember the pain anymore, all I could remember was the pleasure.
“Good.” He kissed the tip of my nose, making me giggle before slowly pulling out.
Turning to my side I watched as he slipped from the bed, walked across the room and disposed of the condom. I could feel the goofy grin on my face as I watched him, but didn’t care. Nothing else existed in my mind at that moment but me and Lance.
Chapter 10
Lance turned and caught my gaze as he strode across the room and back to me, using long, powerful strides. However, he didn’t return my smile; in fact, his expression was grim, making my smile fade, dampening my mood and bringing me back to reality.
Slipping under the covers, Lance pulled me into his embrace. With a soft sigh I placed my head onto his chest and brushed my lips against the side of his neck. “Can’t we just stay here forever? Would they just forget about us?”
He chuckled, raking his fingers through my hair. “I wish it were that easy, sweetie.”
I slipped a hand across his torso and hugged tight to him. He made me feel safe, like as long as I was next to him nothing bad could ever happen to me. We spent a while not speaking. I was being lulled to sleep listening to the thumping of his heart.
Hooking his finger under my chin, he lifted my face and lowered his lips to mine. “We need to get the second part of this over with baby. The faster it’s done and over with the longer I’ll have to dress the wounds and make sure you’re as comfortable as possible before returning you.”
I closed my eyes and tried to gather up every ounce of courage I had in me. I had to be strong. I could get through this. “Okay,” I replied, opening my eyes and sitting up.
“Okay,” he echoed. Sitting up, he slid from the bed and extended his hand to me.
My body trembled as I accepted his hand and was helped to my feet. I prayed I didn’t have another panic attack; I needed to get through this. Releasing my hand he bent and grabbed his jeans. Fumbling in the front pocket he removed a little baggie with a couple little pink pills in it.
“What are those?”
He opened the bag, grabbed my hand and shook the two pills into my hand. “They’re going to help you get through this.” Leaving me frozen in the spot staring at the tiny tablets he grabbed a bottle of water from the bar fridge across the room and twisted off the top as he approached me.
“I’ve never taken drugs before.”
“And you never will again.” He thrust the bottle of water at me.
“Where did you get these?” I accepted the water and hesitated before giving in and popping them into my mouth and swallowing them, chasing them down with a gulp of water. Did it really matter anyhow?
He cocked a brow at me as if I’d asked the silliest question in the world.
“Yeah, right. I almost forgot where I was. What does it do?”
“If we’re lucky you won’t give a shit about what’s about to happen.” Taking the bottle of water from me he set it on the table next to the bed, took my hand and led me to the chains suspended from the ceiling. Taking my left wrist he secured the leather cuff to it, pulling it snug until I couldn’t move my arm. He repeated the process with my second wrist.
Pulling at the chains, a sense of panic rushed over me. I was trapped; I couldn’t get away if I wanted to. Closing my eyes I began to inhale and exhale slowly, focusing on breathing, and with a little effort managed to lower my heart rate back to normal.
I opened my eyes when I felt his hands spreading my legs and placing a bar between them. My ankles were quickly secured to the bar and the bar to the floor. I was completely secure and at his mercy now.
“Are you okay?” He rose to his feet and cupped my chin in his hand, staring directly into my eyes.
“Yeah. I’m good.”
“Good.” He released my chin and my gaze followed him as he walked over to the wall of whips and paddles. I examined every inch of his back, from his thick, powerful thighs to his tight ass to the massive tattoo on his back. How many hours did it take to get that? Must have hurt like a bitch. My eyes focused on his shoulders. I loved thick, strong shoulders on a man. Heat began to form between my legs as I watched him. I wanted him again.
“You’re beautiful.” The words were out of my mouth before I could have even thought to stop them.
His body stiffened and he spun around to face me. The corners of his mouth twitched as if he were fighting off a smile. “That so? Well, thank you.”
I nodded. “Yes. And I want to fuck again.” The heat between my legs turned into a soft throbbing of need.
Censor Gwen, censor. Despite my self-reprimand, I knew it wasn’t my fault entirely.
Chuckling and giving his head a shake, he turned back to the wall and pulled a menacing-looking black whip down and ran his fingers along it. He paused before spinning back to face me, whip in one hand and a bottle of something in the other. Approaching me the hint of a grin that was on his face completely disappeared from his lips.
“Why so serious, son?” I did my best Joker imitation and laughed wildly.
His brow furrowed as he stood before me.
My mood sobered. “Come on, you didn’t watch Dark Knight?”
Thrusting a hand into his hair, he chuckled. “Guess you’ve answered my question on whether it’s starting to work or not.” Placing the whip on the floor at my feet he squirted some of the liquid on his hand, moved behind me and began to spread it over my back.
“What is that?”
“You don’t want an infection.” His hands worked the tightened muscles in my back as he spread the cool liquid.
A moan escaped me as his hands worked their way lower. “Lower. Little lower.” My pussy clenched anticipation at the sweet torture of his fingers. To my dismay they stopped at my lower back, just at the curve of my ass. I loudly groaned my displeasure.
“You ready?” Walking around to face me, he bent and grabbed the whip, awaiting my response while examining me with intense scrutiny.
“Yesssss.” I caught my lower lip between my lips eyeing him like he was prey for my taking. I lowered my glaze to his cock, in a semi-erect state and licked my lips as I struggled against my binds. He wasn’t even touching me, but I swore I could feel his hands over my body - touching, probing, exploring - making every nerve in it tingled with delight.
“All right.” With a nod of his head, he walked behind me and I heard the tip of the whip slap the floor. A moment later a loud crack vibrated through the room as the whip lashed out next to me.
“I’ll try to make this quick.”
I didn’t give a shit about the present; my mind drifted back to the feel of him in me, the power in his thrust and the sensations that had rushed through me because of it. I needed to feel that again.
Another loud crack sounded from behind me, followed by what felt like heat running across my upper back, just below my shoulder blades. It was so sudden and had such power that I cried out as my body was jerked forward from the impact.
A second lash came, as powerful as the first, but I groaned this time. On one level of my consciousness I felt the pain, but it seemed to be hazed over, contorted into pleasure. My head rolled back and anxiously awaited the next lash; I actually welcomed the feeling.
A third and fourth lash came and it was beginning to feel like my back was on fire, along the lines where the whip had made contact. Again, I didn’t care, the need between my legs intensified and all I could think about was him, needing him, fucking him.
“Agh, I need you to fuck me,” I groaned.
There were eight lashes in all ranging from my shoulders to my ass before the whipping stopped. Instead of feeling exhausted like I knew I should, my heart was racing and I’d become a caged tiger. Once I was free he’d be mine, my pus
sy demanded it.
Lance dropped the whip to the floor at my feet and quickly undid the cuffs around my ankles. When he undid my wrists I fell into him, my lips searching out his. I felt starved with need for him. When his lips parted and our tongues touched it was like sending a bolt of lightning through me – my body came alive unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. The sting across my back didn’t even register and neither did the warm trickle of blood down my back from my wounds.
“Slow down.” He pulled his lips from mine and picked me up in his arms, paying careful attention to the wounds on my back. “You should rest.” He carried me over to the bed and carefully, as if I were a fragile piece of china, laid me on my stomach on the bed.
“I don’t want to.” Quickly I rose to my knees and pulled him down onto the bed with me. “I need you.”
“Gwen, baby.” He rolled to his back and pulled me to him, but instead I swung a leg over his waist and straddled him. Bending down, I claimed his lips again, cutting off his next protest as my hands explored every line of muscle in his chest. He was so beautiful, a work of art in my eyes and I needed to explore all of him.
Not wasting a moment I positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance and sank onto him. We groaned in unison. “Take it easy, you’ve been through –”
I didn’t give him a chance to continue with his word of caution as I began to bounce on him, rotating my hips with each downward motion. Closing my eyes and letting my head fall back, everything and everyone disappeared from my mind as I allowed myself to simply feel. The pleasure was more intense than anything I’d ever experienced before; it threatened to swallow me whole and I welcomed it.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” My blonde hair whipped wildly around my head as I moved on him.
Leaning back, I braced my hands behind me on his thighs and increased the pace, my breasts bouncing with the forceful motions. He began to move with me, thrusting up and meeting my downward motions, the head of his cock slamming into my g-spot with each thrust. It felt like I’d barely begun fucking him when the need for release became overwhelming. I didn’t slow down, I didn’t hold back. I let go screaming out and digging my nails into his thighs.
Lance groaned, loud and feral. “Holy fuck, Gwen, slow down.”
Despite his command to slow down, I couldn’t. A second orgasm was commanding my body, the pleasure and the feel of Lance under me consuming my mind. Another ripple flowed through me, exploding between my legs, making me cry out so loudly I had no doubt I could easily be heard down the hallway. My pussy clenched around his cock, begging it for his seed.
The realization that he wasn’t wearing a condom sprang to mind, but I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t. I was no longer in control. I was invincible – my body unstoppable.
“Oh fuck baby.” Grabbing my hips in his hands, he forced me off his cock just as a gush of his juices erupted from him, coating my mound and stomach.
The sudden movement broke me from my state of ecstasy and panting hard, I collapsed onto him.
“Ohmygod, Lance. What the hell just happened?” I could still feel the urge to have him, but the sudden jolt from my elevated state grounded me enough to settle for lying over him, basking in the warmth of his body under mine.
“You fucked me so hard I came at an embarrassing rate.” He chuckled, brushing his lips across my temple.
“I think I’m falling for you,” I murmured, nipping at the side of his neck, barely aware of the words tumbling from my lips. A hint of the sting from the numerous lashes on my back came back to mind, but it still didn’t register as anything more than an annoying sting.
His body grew tense under me. “You deserve so much better than me, Gwen.”
“You’re going to save me. I owe you everything.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but snapped it shut and gave me a weak smile as he raked his fingers through my hair. “No matter what happens tomorrow, I want you to know that I wish with every fiber of my being this wasn’t happening to you.”
Chapter 11
“What did you do to her, you animal!” The sound of Becca’s voice screaming out snapped me back to reality as Lance shoved me into my cage, locking me in.
I looked over at Becca, my eyes wild with panic. Becca never got worked up or called attention to herself like this. I looked back at Lance, who was glaring at Becca, his jaw clenching.
“I’ll give you one opportunity to shut your fucking mouth, slave, or I’ll come in there and show you the consequences for shouting at your master.”
“Becca please. No!” My back hurt, burning and stinging along the deep gashes. And the gashes were itchy, I wanted to claw wildly at my back, but forced myself not to. It was bad enough without making it worse.
Becca looked from my pleading face to Lance and then snapped her mouth shut, retreating back to her cot, but refusing to lower her gaze, instead glaring at him, challenging him to follow through with his threat.
“Please, it’s not worth it,” I whispered to her.
She seemed to give my plea consideration and then her shoulders went slack and she dropped her chin down, eyes lowering to the floor.
“That’s more like it.” Spinning on his heel he left the dungeon, his two rifle-toting men trotting behind him.
“What happened to you, Gwen?” she whispered, turning her head and lifting her eyes to look at me.
“I was punished.”
“Did he rape you?”
I cringed, not liking that word linked to Lance. It was hardly rape, but we’d had an agreement and our stories had to sync up. The story was that I attempted to escape again, I didn’t get far, he had no choice but to show me once and for all who the master and who the slave was.
“Ohmygod, but weren’t there orders you weren’t to be touched?”
I shrugged. “What happens if they disobey an order?”
“When I first got here there was a girl similar to you, virgin, The Boss didn’t want her touched. One of the guards snuck in, took her away for a little bit, raped her and returned her the night before the auction. I guess he hoped they wouldn’t notice she wasn’t a virgin any longer.”
“So what happened?”
“I never saw him again.”
A million scenarios rushed through my head, invading my state of serenity that the drug he’d given me produced. I was beginning to understand why people who had issues turned to drugs, they helped take the pain and anxiety away. I really didn’t want to think about the possibilities, but knew until I saw him again I’d have this feeling of dread within me. I didn’t think I’d be able to survive here or anywhere else for that matter without him.
If they killed him then they might as well kill me too.
~*~*~*~*~
“Wakie, wakie sweetness.” A deep male voice broke through my dreams, pulling me awake.
I opened my eyes and screamed as I saw Connor staring down at me, his face only inches from mine. I looked around frantically, but there was no escape. He had me cornered on my cot.
“What are you doing? Where’s Lance?”
A sinister smile spread across his lips. “It’s my understanding that you’re no longer untouchable.” His eyes wandered down the length of my body as his hand cupped my mound.
“My master will kill you if you touch me!” I growled.
“I don’t think I need to worry about that.” He thrust a finger into me and I screamed out clawing at him, catching the side of his face with my nails, leaving a long angry gash. “Fucking whore!” Removing his finger from my core he raised his hand to me and I closed my eyes waiting for the blow to come.
It didn’t come.
“She’s already in bad enough shape, don’t damage her face.” I opened my eyes to see Tanner behind Connor, grasping his wrist and keeping him from delivering the blow. “I told you to come get her for the auction not rape her. Fuck. I can’t trust you for a fucking second.”
Connor grunted, lowering his hand and leaning into me, his lips brushin
g my ear. “After the sale, baby. I’m going to fuck every one of your holes before you leave here.” His whisper was only loud enough for me to hear and it caused my entire body to tremble because I knew he’d follow through with the threat. He straightened and took a step back so Tanner could hook a leash to my collar.
“Where’s Lance?” I asked Tanner.
Tanner chuckled. “Where he is isn’t any of your concern, but you won’t be seeing him again.” He gave the leash a tug, pulling me from the cot. “Now come on. It’s your turn up at auction.”
As I walked behind Tanner and Connor I felt numb. I didn’t even care what happened to me, all I wanted to know was that he was okay. Could they have killed him like they killed the other guy? Would his own father kill his son over me? It was insanity, but then again The Boss and the men working for him were hardly sane, sane people didn’t kidnap, rape and sell women as if they were just another good to be bartered.
It wasn’t until we stopped in front of an elevator and Tanner pressed in the code that I took notice that we were in an unfamiliar area of the compound. Asking where we were was on the tip of my tongue, but I held it back. Not like they’d answer if I wanted them to.
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. We stepped inside and he pressed the only button available. The doors closed with a whoosh and we went up a floor. When the doors opened another door swung open revealing a home library.
What the fuck?
I felt a tug at my neck and I followed behind, trying to catch glimpses of the house as I was guided through it. This floor was nothing like the other floor. Where the other floor had been plain and cold, this section was warm and inviting, elegant in décor. When we stopped I lifted my eyes just high enough to see I was in a room with a stage in the center. A contraption similar to the one in the BDSM room sat atop the stage, but the binds were suspended on a giant steel X.
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