“Well, the boys fucked you up pretty bad I see.”
“Just check my side, Doc. It’s hurting like a bitch.”
I watched as the doctor examined Lance, gave him a bottle of meds and told him it looked like a little fracture. Get some rest, no big deal, was what the doctor prescribed. What kind of fucking doctor says a fractured rib is no big deal! He hadn’t even had a proper x-ray!
One who examines slaves for his monster of a boss, my conscience replied. Which made me wonder if he even was a doctor. Or maybe he was one of those doctors who lost their licence for some malpractice suit and this was their only option.
“Let’s go.” Lance stood before me, leash in hand, waiting for me to get to my feet.
“Yes, Master.” Rising to my feet I lifted my chin so he could easily hook the leash to my collar.
“Thanks Doc.” Opening the door, Lance led me out of the office and toward the dungeon.
“I think you should see a real doctor,” I whispered when we were out of hearing range.
“He is a real doctor,” Lance replied. “Don’t worry about it, I’ve been in worse shape than this before. Other than rest and painkillers there’s nothing anyone can do, it needs to heal naturally.”
“Maybe The Boss will make an exception and let me stay with you to take care of you until you’re feeling better.” I really didn’t want to see him doing anything other than resting, so many things could happen to him if he overexerted himself. I just didn’t understand why he was taking this so damned lightly. It was beyond infuriating.
He looked down at me and smiled. “I don’t think so. I’ll be fine, the last thing you need to worry about is me. ”
A feeling of disappointment settled over me as we reached the entrance to the dungeon. More than ever before I didn’t want to leave him and go back to the cool dreariness of the cell to worry about him.
“It’s going to be okay.” He brushed the back of his hand against my cheek before hooking his index finger under my chin and forcing my eyes up to meet his. Leaning down he brushed his lips across mine. The kiss was so light and quick that I whimpered in disappointment when he straightened and unlocked the dungeon door.
With my head down, I entered the dungeon and headed straight to my cell, which Lance promptly locked and left without another word to me. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Jenny sleeping soundly on her cot.
“What happened?” Becca whispered as soon as we heard the lock in the door engage.
“I went to auction.” I walked over to the bars separating my cell from hers and placed my forehead against one of the cool bars.
“And?”
“I was sold.”
“Oh, God, I’m so sorry. When do you leave?”
“I don’t.” I looked up and into Becca’s eyes. “Lance bought me.”
Her brow furrowed as she got up from her cot and walked over to the bars. “Lance? The son?”
I nodded. “Yeah. So I stay here.”
“Are you going to be allowed out of the cell then?”
I shook my head. “No. I guess it just goes on like it has been; he comes down when he wants me and puts me back when he’s done.”
Becca placed her hands over mine on the bars and gave them a soft squeeze. “Not to trivialize what he did to you, but I think you must have a guardian angel on your shoulder, girl.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but the sound of voices coming down the hall had us both scurrying to get onto our cots and in position for our visitors.
Chapter 13
“Stop fussing, Gwen.” Lance turned off the final camera in the BDSM room and joined me on the bed. “It’s been a few days and I’m feeling better – really. Almost as good as new.”
“I call bullshit.” He still winced when he moved too quickly or coughed too hard. Three days was hardly enough to heal. I couldn’t help but be worried. However, I was relieved to see the bruises on his face and many on his chest had turned to a faded mustard color.
He chuckled, lying down next to me and urging me close to him, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. “For someone who’s supposed to be owned by me the balance of power here seems to be shifting. You’re turning into a nagging wife.” He placed a chaste kiss on the top of my head.
Leaning forward, I brushed my lips across his as my fingers played with the top button of his shirt. A soft growl-like groan escaped him as he threaded his fingers into my hair and pulled me down tighter. Our tongues touched and a surge of need rushed through me. We hadn’t been intimate since the night he took my virginity and each day that I spent with him, I needed him more.
The top button of his shirt came undone, followed by the next and the next until his shirt was peeling back, exposing his chest. I began to gingerly trace the curves of muscle, taking care to keep far away from his injured rib area. As our tongues continued to dance the heat and throbbing between my legs intensified.
“I want you,” I whispered, surprising myself with the words. However, the words didn’t surprise me as much as the fact that my hand had wandered to the front of his jeans and was already undoing his belt.
“Mmmm. I’m not sure how much I can participate, considering.”
“You won’t have to do a thing.” Giving him a wink and pulling out of his arms I got to my knees beside him and quickly undid his jeans, pulling them down and off quickly followed by his boxer briefs. His cock sprang free, erect and alert.
The other men had left me completely alone since the auction, looking at me long enough to pass me my food and retrieve the trays. It was like I didn’t exist in their eyes, which made staying there less stressful so instead of my mind focusing on survival and escape, I spent most of my time thinking about Lance and being with him. I wasn’t about to let him leave tomorrow without being with him one more time.
“I think I’ll have to do something,” he argued, heat flaring up into his blue eyes, reaching down to me and urging me up to him.
Straddling his waist, I placed a hand on either side of his chest, bracing my weight up and lashing my tongue along his lower lip. His cock slipped between my legs, teasing my wet slit, urging me to take him in, but I denied the urge for the moment.
“Tease,” he growled, slipping a hand to the back of my head and forcing my lips down to his as his free hand slipped between my legs and cupped my mound. I ground against his hand as I nipped playfully at his lower lip before giving in to him. “You don’t have to do this, you know?”
The words came out between kisses and were so low, I wasn’t sure I’d heard correctly. “Excuse me?” My brow furrowed as I sat up on him, his cock peeping out between my legs.
“You don’t owe me anything, Gwen.”
A wave of fury raced through me. How dare he! “Is that what you think? This is… what? A thank you fuck? Have you been so removed from normal relationships that you can’t tell the difference anymore?” I attempted to remove myself from him, but he grabbed hold of my hips and settled me back down to him.
I stared down into his eyes, mine full of fury, his with confusion. I could see the struggle going on within him. “I just want to make sure that I’m not reading this wrong, Gwen. And to be honest, yes, I’ve been in this fucked-up world for so long I’m not sure I can tell the difference anymore.”
The fury within me simmered, pity replacing it. What does a person have to see and do to make it to the point that they can no longer properly recognize need and affection from another person? Surely he had affection for me, he’d saved me when he didn’t have to, he wouldn’t have risked himself for me if he didn’t.
I don’t deserve someone, his words spoken in one of our first days together rang out in my head. I didn’t believe he really felt that way, but what if he did? I leaned forward onto him, nuzzling the side of his neck.
“I don’t want you because I feel I owe you anything. I want you because you’re my light in a place where there isn’t a speck of it. I want you because if we were in another situation, like going
to a college class together, I’d do my best to get a seat next to yours hoping you’d take notice of me.”
He smiled, brushing the side of my face with the back of his hand. “If you knew all there was to know about me, I think you’d feel differently, Gwen.”
“I know everything I need to.” Perhaps it was a naive statement. Maybe I should have heeded his warning, but I couldn’t; this was the man who protected me, saved me and gave some purpose to my existence here.
The apprehension and conflict fled from his eyes, replaced by a need so intense it left me momentarily breathless. I yelped as he slid a hand around the back of my neck and forced my lips to his as he slipped his free hand back down my waist and between my legs. Spreading my moist folds he thrust a couple of fingers in my core and began stroking my inner wall as I moaned against his lips while bucking against his hand.
The scent of his aftershave was intoxicating, wrapping me in its embrace, coaxing me closer. Pulling my lips from his I grazed them along the side of his neck and was rewarded by a low feral growl that sent a tremble through me. My lips ran a string of kisses back down his neck to his collarbone and further down to his chest. The need between my legs intensified as he stroked me in just the right spot to make my body hum.
“My god, you’re beautiful Gwen. You take my breath away just looking at you.” His fingers left my ready and willing pussy and both hands slid to my hips.
Looking up from his chest through lust-filled eyes my heart skipped a beat seeing the intensity in the way his eyes stared at me, like I was indeed the most exquisite thing in the universe. My face grew warm as a soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips. I knew my cheeks must be turning crimson.
“How can you say things like that and not realize how I feel for you?”
“Maybe I just need to hear you say it,” he countered.
“You consume every part of me.”
His eyes grew dark, his body tensing under me. “That’s a dangerous thing to say, baby.”
I touched the side of his normally clean-shaven face, where stubble was beginning to form. “I’m yours.”
Keeping his eyes locked to mine, he positioned his rock solid shaft at my entrance and pulled me down onto him. I closed my eyes and placed my forehead to his shoulder as a shudder rocked through my body as his magnificent shaft stretched me to capacity, claiming my body as his. I remained seated on him with my head to his shoulder, savouring the feel of him embedded in me to the hilt.
“Tell me again,” he growled.
“I’m all yours.” I lifted my eyes to his. “All of me is for you.” He opened his mouth to respond, but I began to move on him, cutting off anything he was about to say. His fingers slipped up my sides to cup my breasts, his fingers teasing the nipples, turning them into hardened peaks, and sending spikes of pleasure through me to intensify the pulsing between my legs.
Sitting up on him, I began to move faster, pulling out until he barely breached me and then slamming back down, the head of his cock pressing in just the right spot to make me whimper and cry out with each downward thrust. He was so big and hard, filling me so completely it felt like he was going to split me in two at any moment, but God it was pleasure beyond anything I’d ever imagined before.
His hands slipped back down to my hips and he began to move with me, thrusting up into me as I slammed down onto him. Letting my head fall back, my blonde hair cascading down my back I moved faster, the urge to let go becoming unbearable; my body had become a giant coil about to snap. Lance’s left hand slid from my hip to my mound as all it took was a simple sweep of his thumb across my clit and I broke, my body trembling over him.
“Ohmygod, I don’t know if I can handle much more!” A part of me wanted to collapse onto him and attempt to clear the fog my climax brought me, but his cock was insistent and I found myself barrelling toward another climax at record speed.
“Hold on baby. Wait for me,” he commanded. My eyes flew open and our gazes locked. His eyes were so full of hunger I nearly toppled over the edge again. I clenched my pussy around him, milking him, begging him for his seed.
“It’s so hard. So good,” I gasped.
I lowered myself onto him, placing my hands on either side of his head, and bracing my weight up as I continued to grind on him. I was vaguely aware of his hand fisting my hair and pulling my mouth down to his. The moment our lips found each other his cock flexed within me and I became undone, unable to wait another second for him. As my core trembled and clenched around him, I cried out, my head falling onto his shoulder. My climax sent him spiralling and he exploded within me, his groan deep and feral.
Feeling his eyes on me, I looked up and caught his gaze. I was left breathless looking down at him. He was so damned beautiful, even with the faint outlines of bruising on his jaw. At that point in my life he was my everything.
He smiled up at me and brushed back a stray lock of hair that had fallen into my eyes, but there was sympathy in his gaze. “I don’t deserve for you to look at me like that.”
I crinkle my nose at him, confused. “Like what?”
“With such intense affection in your eyes, as if I’m the most incredible man in the world.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Yea, yea. I know. You’re not worthy. If I knew all there was to know about you I’d think you were some sort of monster. I think you’ve mentioned that before.”
“Because it’s true.”
“I don’t believe you and even if I did I wouldn’t care. All I see is beauty and compassion and a man who will do anything to protect me.”
“I took your life from you.”
I shook my head. He may have been part of the organization that had taken me, but he hadn’t. “No. You saved me.”
While a smile spread across his lips I saw a flicker of sadness and regret in his eyes. I didn’t dwell on it. I wouldn’t. I needed to believe he was my hero, my guardian angel. I needed to feel that as much as I needed my next breath.
Chapter 14
“Damn Jenny, you’re going to have us all punished!” Becca hissed at the redhead who was on yet another rampage. The only time she wasn’t screaming obscenities was when she was either drugged, gagged or passed out from an intense session.
“Bring it on bitches!” Jenny shrieked, thrusting her hands into her long red curls, which were becoming snarled over the past week of not having a comb to run through them.
“Fucking psycho,” Becca growled, flopping onto her cot.
I let my head fall back against the brick wall and closed my eyes trying to block out the chaos. I’d been escaping into my mind a lot lately, especially now that I didn’t have Lance’s visits to look forward to; it passed the time and made life here more bearable. I had two main focuses lately – Lance and my ponderings on how my cheerleading team was doing. I would go through cheer routines in my head; if I tried really hard I could feel myself being thrown in the air and relive the feeling of tumbling backwards into the awaiting arms of my teammates.
The voices of my arguing cellmates quieted and I heard a shuffling of feet. My eyes sprang open at the sound of the lock disengaging in the dungeon door. I quickly looked around me to see all the women, even Jenny were in position, on the cot, eyes downward. Despite Connor’s promise to have me, so far, he hadn’t followed through, but Lance had only been gone for a day or so. A day or two left to go.
Part of the reason may have had to do with the fact that the two men Lance referred to as “his men” checked on me regularly. They never said a word, but would walk in, eye me, nod and leave without a word. It made me wonder why Lance had his own guys. Something didn’t quite fit right. His men would sometimes work guard duty, but never got involved with any of the training; it was odd.
The door flung open, but this time it wasn’t Lance’s men, it was Tanner, followed by Jazz and Connor. Tanner was carrying two rifles while the other two each carried a girl over their shoulders. The women appeared to be passed out – much like I had been, I assumed
. I couldn’t see their faces, but both had chestnut brown, shoulder-length hair, were Caucasian and wearing blue jeans and a tank top. Jazz deposited the girl he was carrying into a cage to the far left of me and Connor placed a girl in the far right cage, both on the opposite side of the hallway.
“Pencil-dick fuck,” Jenny spat under her breath as Connor walked by.
Connor stopped in front of her cell and turned to face her. “What was that, cunt? Got something to say?”
Jenny’s slender body tightened as she looked up and over at him, giving him a sadistic smile. “I said you’re a pencil-dicked fuck. You must have gotten laughed at a lot in high school.”
Ohmygod, here we go! Keys jangled and her door was swung open. As soon as the door opened she was on her feet and charging him. This wasn’t going to end well, I already knew how this was going to go down.
She didn’t make it past him. Grabbing a handful of hair, he pulled her backwards and drug her to the cot. “You fucking whore. You must love being fucked. Is that it?” He tossed her to the cot on her stomach and was quickly on top of her, a knee jammed into the small of her back while a hand was surrounding her neck. His free hand quickly undid his jeans, freeing his cock. Tanner and Jazz did nothing, they simply stood next to the door waiting for Connor to finish up.
I closed my eyes as tight as I could and wished there were some way I could tune out the screams and grunts coming from behind me as Connor fucked Jenny. Why did Jenny keep bringing it on herself? It both made me sad and angered me. I couldn’t understand her reasoning. After what seemed like an eternity, but was more likely closer to five minutes Connor finished.
“I’m going to fucking kill you one day,” Jenny screamed. “I fucking promise.”
There was the sound of a struggle and clinking of metal on metal. She was being handcuffed and gagged – again. Despite knowing what was going on I couldn’t help but take a peek over my shoulder to confirm my suspicion.
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