by Lisa Gerkey
“Yeah, I guess. It depends if…if Grant comes back. He may not be too keen to work with me, you know.”
Madison lifts her brow too when she see’s something dance across Jensen’s face just as I notice too. I swear there’s something neither he nor Jon is telling me, but I have no freaking clue what.
“He’ll be back. I feel like it’ll be sooner than you think. I know you two probably have a few more ups and downs to get through, but your time’s coming.”
“Yeah, I don’t know about that, but…thanks, I guess. I miss him so much. I screwed everything up because I got scared, and I ran, but now, I wish I could go back and do things differently.”
“Nah, every good relationship needs these trials. That’s how we build trust.”
I don’t know if Jensen’s right, but it sounds nice. Maybe one day soon, I’ll have my sister back home with me, and Grant will come back so we can work things out. I guess I should hope for a chance to make him fall in love with me again. I’m sure any feelings he had before are long gone by now. He’s probably wrapped up with a new woman every night.
It breaks my heart to think about that possibility, but I won’t blame him, or be angry. It was me who told him to forget about me, forget about us.
Chapter Forty
Grant
The sound of the metal door scraping against the floor breaks through the weeping and occasional moans coming from one of the women. A mean motherfucker I know as Devlin stands in the open door with a dainty woman struggling in his grip. More men come in behind him, forcing a line of naked or scantily clad young ladies with them.
Before they entered, I counted about thirty men, including myself, waiting to take his pick from the litter. This is it. Tonight, it’s just as much about my initiation as the women’s. I must prove I’m one of them. I’ve done it before, and I’ve never failed the test. It’ll be a challenge, but to shut another monster down, I’ll prove my loyalty to the devil, a different devil, once more.
My heavy boots thump against the concrete floor as I make my way closer to the group of women. Thirty men and only fifteen girls. Either someone gets left out, or the poor women must endure at least two of us.
The women are all shapes and sizes, different hair color, different skin tones. As they scatter off to different areas in the dungeon or are dragged by their hair, made to crawl, whatever their chosen master prefers, I get my first glimpse of long dark hair.
Her shoulders sag, chin down to her chest and eyes on the floor…or closed, I can’t tell from a distance. I brush the hair that’s fallen away from my eyes and rub my palm over my overgrown beard. One look, she’ll know it’s me. The new look, the disguise, it might fool anyone else, but not her.
What the hell is she doing here? Perhaps Jayson’s found her and brought her back? I look around, but I still see no sign of the wormy little bastard. If I find Jayson Phoenix, I plan to snap him in half. Evil fucker, he doesn’t deserve to rot in a prison cell. That would be too good for the likes of him.
“Can I have everyone’s attention?” Devlin steps to the center of the room. “Most of you have been here before, but we have a few newbies in the crowd, so I’d like to go over the ground rules.” He chuckles. “Well, hell, I guess we have no rules. Just remember if things go wrong, the blood’s on your hands. It’ll be up to you to clean the mess up and dispose of the evidence. The ones that make it through tonight will go on the auction block next weekend. Now, we had an auction tonight, but those ladies won’t be in the dungeon tonight. They’re now considered the property of their new owners. If you run across them, please show your respect.”
What does the motherfucker know about respect? I bite my cheek and clench my fists at my sides to keep from lashing out. Since Devlin’s gained everyone’s attention, a third of the cocksuckers in here have flocked closer and closer to the one woman that I’ll kill every one of them if they put their nasty hands on.
Talk about luck. They say if you love someone, set them free. If they come back, well then you must claim them. I traveled seven hundred miles to get away, now here she is. That’s some damn luck now.
I can’t give into the fear that gnaws against every nerve ending. This is where years in the military come in handy. This is also the moment I make the solemn vow to God, I won’t stand to the side and let these assholes rip her apart and hurt her like before when Malcolm had her. I’ll let them all escape and move their operation onto somewhere else if that’s what it takes to get her out of here.
The man inside me, the one who’s had all the training, forces my feet to stay in place. I watch a man run his hand down her backside, sweat beads on my forehead, I roll my neck from side to side, but still, I stay grounded to the spot.
“We have a newcomer in the group tonight, gentlemen. What do you say we give Mr. Jacobs the first pick, huh?”
I look around and wait like everyone else for Mr. Jacobs to step forward to make his claim, then I realize. I’m Mr. Jacobs. Kent Jacobs is the name the Feds stuck me with for this new gig. My knees wobble the slightest bit when I step forward. I don’t know why I’m so damn nervous. She’s mine. I’m only taking what’s mine. Was mine…I hesitate to remind myself. Was…
She’s turned where she can’t see me, so I pull the blindfold I’d stowed away from my pocket and quickly stride toward her. She squirms and squeals as I slip it in place. It’s odd she doesn’t fight more. She seems almost too…relaxed and comfortable.
Hell, they said a few women sign up for this shit all on their own. My Jaycee didn’t do something so stupid. Did she? I turned her away at the cemetery. I told her we were over, so I can’t blame her if she’s decided to…experiment. She’s smart; she’d know there are much better places than here to try new things. I’m sure she still has her membership card I gave her to The Grind. Plus, she shouldn’t need to travel so far to experiment.
I tug the rope that binds her hands behind her back. It’s too tight. I need to fix that.
Some have picked their chosen one for the night and moved on to the whipping posts, St. Andrew’s crosses, and a few devices intended for bondage play. I take a handful of her long silky mane and grip it tight. “Come.”
Jaycee shivers and tiny goose bumps pop out across her shoulders and down her arms. My voice, maybe? Is it possible she’s figured me out with just one word?
I guide her to the padded spanking bench. My palm to the middle of her back, I push her forward. I feel her grow stiff and hesitate, but I use enough force she falls forward. Her full breasts sway on either side of the black leather pad; ass in the air, ready for what I’ve planned for her. Well, initially I didn’t know I was planning for my sweet Jaycee, but now…
If I’m not careful, I’ll forget why we’re even here. I’d blame it on the alcohol, but enough time’s passed, the three shots left my system long ago.
“Please! I can’t…please, can you remove the blindfold? I don’t like…the dark.”
“Shh.” I brush my hand over her soft hair and caress gently up and down her back. I can’t use words. I don’t know what will happen when she realizes it’s me, and I’d rather not find out in this room full of criminals.
Quickly, I cut away the rope that binds her wrists and tug each arm in place to strap them to the armrests. Then, I repeat the process with her ankles. I work to make sure she’s secured comfortably to the bench before I step back to inspect.
“Ah, such a lovely pick, Mr. Jacobs.” I swallow a lump when Devlin runs his big menacing hands over Jaycee’s back, and when he gets to her bottom, he draws his big palm back and comes down hard…
“Enough! I’m not sure how things work down here, but in my club, it’s against the rules to interrupt a scene in progress unless there’s a safe word involved. I’d appreciate it if you’d step back from the sub and allow me to finish my work.”
“Well, Mr. Jacobs, we don’t mess with safe words here. Sluts take what we want to give them. You’ll do well to learn the ropes around here. If I w
ant to play, I’ll play. If I want to shove my cock in her ass, you’ll both say, ‘Yes, sir’. Is that understood?”
Jaycee fights against the leather straps holding her. I need to get him away from her.
“Grant…”
Fuck. She’s recognized my voice now.
Devlin chuckles as he walks away.
“Stop! Let me up from here!” Jaycee tries to fight, but she can barely do more than wiggle with the straps holding her to the sawhorse shaped bench. My cock twitches at the sight of her full ass raised in the air. One step to the left, I’d have the perfect view of her pussy. The twitch quickly grows to a throb. I lengthen and pulse against my zipper. It’s been too long since I’ve felt her warm body wrapped around me; this isn’t the time or the place, but try telling my cock that.
“That’s not a choice, sugar. You’re here. I’m here. There are at least thirty other fuckers all standing around with their eyes on us. I don’t know how you ended up here, but one thing I am sure of, you’re mine. If you can be quiet and get through it, I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“That’s a lie, and you know it. You’re the bastard I fear most! Red! Red!”
The men all snicker when they hear her pitiful attempt to use a safe word. I hear her though. Loud and clear.
“I’m sorry. I can hand you off to any other asshole if that’s what you want.”
“What I want is to find my sister and get the hell out of here. That’s what I want.”
Her sister. Kennedy’s caused my poor Jaycee more trouble than she’s worth. If we ever find the girl, I’ll give her a piece of my mind for the hell she’s put her sister through and the danger she’s faced. Jaycee can’t accept that Kennedy’s chosen her own path. Everything Jaycee’s been through has been at the hands of her sister.
Chapter Forty-One
Jaycee
The blindfold that covers my eyes slips away. Grant crouches to look at me. I’ve lost count of the days and nights I’ve yearned for the chance to see his perfect handsome face again, but I can’t look forward to this.
“I can remove the straps and let you go if that’s what you want, but you know, even if it’s not me, one of these assholes will take my place. Is that what you want?”
That’s easy enough to answer. “No.”
“Then what do you say we do this just like we had to do once before in Memphis?”
Grant uses his fingertip to draw a path down the side of my face. Why is he always so gentle and loving? Why even in a room full of disgusting evil men is Grant able to make me forget everyone else? My heart races. I’m bound to this ridiculous device in the most uncomfortable position, yet when he’s touching me, it doesn’t matter.
“What’s it going to be, me or them?”
“You hate me. You want me to choose one of them, don’t you?”
My lips quiver when considering what these crazed bastards might do with me. I need not think about it. The screams and wails coming from the surrounding women along with the angry sounds of whips and the chains rattling as they try to escape their captor if only by an inch or two, is all the reminder I need of the danger that’s in this room.
Grant glides his fingers across my trembling lips. My breath hitches when I see the fire in his eyes crackle and spark while he looks at me. “I should go to hell right along with these motherfuckers because of the things I want to do to you, beautiful. I want to slip my cock between these gorgeous full lips, and I want to pump in and out and see how far you can take me before I feel your throat closing in around me; train you, teach you to take all of me…Then, I want to move on to this luscious ass.”
His big hand clutches my butt and kneads the flesh gently…thoroughly. I fear he’ll move his fingers further. If he touches me there, he’ll know how his words affect me. A needy whimper escapes. My reaction to him is unstoppable. I don’t think I like him knowing how he makes me melt with nothing more than a light touch and his dirty talk, but I can’t hide the fact.
“You like that idea, don’t you, baby? You want my cock just as much as I want to give it to you.”
He brushes my shoulder with a soft wet kiss and then trails a sloppy path with his tongue and scrapes his teeth over my neck. I feel the wetness trickle down my thigh. His rough palm finds my tit. He squeezes before he pinches my hard nipple between his finger and thumb and rolls it until I can’t hold the loud needy moan back.
Grant chuckles, amusing himself with my body’s reaction. It’s not only my pussy that clenches with every touch, every sound he makes. My entire soul goes up in flames when he’s near me.
I came here prepared to do things I’d rather not consider, only I didn’t dream I’d find Grant during my search for Kennedy. It could be worse, I remind myself. I could need to deal with a stranger touching me…fucking me…I can handle doing those things with the man I love. He doesn’t know I love him though, and he’ll damn certain not hear it now…only, I’m not too sure my body will do such a good job of disguising it. Is it possible to feel someone’s love pouring over you even if the words aren’t used?
Grant does something with the device I’m attached to and raises it several inches until my face is level with his crotch when he comes back to stand in front of me. Involuntary, I lick my lips when I see the heavy bulge pressed against his zipper. He doesn’t miss my reaction either.
He presses two fingers against my lips until they part for him. I close my eyes and swirl my tongue against the tips and then I suck. This time it’s Grant who hisses under his breath. This angle prevents me from seeing his face, but I know he’s surprised with how bold I am with him.
I can handle sex with Grant. Even in a room full of snakes.
I can’t move my body, but I’m able to turn my head from side to side. When Grant moves to a small table nearby, my eyes follow. He sorts through a few items he’s laid out…and it’s then it hits me that if I hadn’t come in here tonight, he’d be doing this with someone else.
I mean, I know he’s on a job, and even more…now I know why Jensen and Jon were so secretive and they got the weird twinkle in their eyes every time we talked about me coming on this mission…
Those bastards set this up for us. Jon sent me here knowing damn well I’d have to cross Grant’s path. Grant didn’t know that though. Yet…yet, he chose me tonight. He could’ve picked the other girls, but…it’s me lying here, bound and waiting for him to master my body.
When I watch Grant select a long, thin single tail whip, chills run down my spine. Our eyes meet momentarily. He picks up two more items from the table, a riding crop and a flogger. I know what these things are because, well…back in the day when I had the fantasies, I researched on the internet, and I read a lot of books…
He’s taunting me. Or, maybe it’s torture. I tremble with the fear I have of everything I know he wants…plans…to do with me, but my nipples pucker, my clit throbs. My heart races with the memory I have of that night I found Grant in his dungeon with that whip when he punished Jonas.
Once again, he steps too close. I can longer see his face; for me to see his face helps because I can read his eyes. Now, the only thing I can do is…is trust. Both, Jon and Jensen have talked with me a lot this past week about trust. All along, they were trying to tell me something. Trust Grant.
He trails his hand down my back, his touch warm, soothing, gentle. Crack! Until…Crack! Crack! Until, three times, he lands a blow against my ass. Each time a different spot. A shriek rattles my ears. I realize it’s my cry I hear. From pain? It’s not from pain though. Frustrated, I groan. What the hell is happening? Through my side vision, I see the crop he used on my ass hanging at his side.
“Relax. You’ve wanted to play…experiment. Forget everything else and make the best of things.” He slides his hand through my crack all the way until he cups my pussy and then he drags a finger through my slit to my opening and draws circles around every spot except any spot where I need his touch most. “Oh, baby. You’re already on the ver
ge of coming and we haven’t even started. Is this for me? All these people watching? Huh?”
He removes his hand. With his touch no longer there, my brain spins, thinking, and I try to process his question; unable to understand why he’d ask such a thing. He doesn’t want answers anyway. Grant wants to keep me guessing.
Chapter Forty-Two
grant
Jaycee’s oblivious to the danger surrounding us and it’s the Dom in me who has the job of keeping it that way. She needs to forget anyone exists besides her and me at this very moment. I want to forget, but the trained man lurking inside of me isn’t able to, not completely.
My cock is heavy and swollen with the need to breach her hot wet center, but I must hold back. If things end too soon, I’m only allowing more time for another asshole to take over, and that’s not happening. Feds will need to come up with a new plan to flush Phoenix out because the second it looks like any damage could come to my beautiful woman, I’m getting us the hell out of here.
It’s funny what falling in love with a woman will do to a man, isn’t it? Most of my life, I let nothing stand in the way of me doing my job. Now, I’ll let nothing stand in the way of me claiming my girl. We have roads to travel, but I’m more convinced now than ever, she belongs with me. I’ll marry her ass. When that’s done, we can do the dating shit. It’s too late to worry about falling in love. This feisty, beautiful woman has scorched her little way right into my heart. There’s no coming back from it either. We’ve pushed and pulled and fought everything. The friction between us only intensifies the feelings, these urges to be with her.
I strip my t-shirt over my head and exchange it with the flogger on the table. It’s time to make her sexy body sing, see if I can increase that continuous drip between her legs. My cock jumps with the idea.
I drag the leather tails over her back, forty-five tails, each about a foot and a half long. I use a sweeping motion to glide it over her ass and down the backs of her legs, her feet. Jaycee’s skin reddens with her arousal. Drawing my hand back, I land the first blow against the back of her leg, and then the other. This flogger is more for pleasure than pain. It swishes heavily through the air when I shower a few more timed, precise strikes across her back, always careful to avoid the kidney area or any place that might cause harm.