Captive-Sated
©2014 Copyright by:
Suzanne Steele
Dark Romance Series:
©2014 Copyright by:
Suzanne Steele
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Captive Sated:
Copyright © 2013 by Suzanne Steele
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Table of Contents:
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Three
Chapter Twenty Four
Chapter Twenty Five
Chapter Twenty Six
Prologue for Beauty’s Beast:
Prologue
I ran stumbling through the back alleys of Afghanistan in fear for my life. I should have known better than to venture away from the military base but I was close—just not close enough for anyone to hear my screams.
I jumped as a caged dog lunged towards me giving my location away to the men in the van at the mouth of the alley—the alley that had brought me to a dead end.
I watched as the man wearing a turban made his way towards me with caution, as if he had cornered a wild animal. I ran towards him in an attempt to head butt him but it was useless. His robe deceived me in that it never revealed the solid body mass beneath the gown. The last thing that I felt was his thumb as it viciously clamped down on an artery in my neck and then nothing.
I huddled on the filthy mattress covering my ears to try and make the screams stop piercing my throbbing head. When I tried to sit up and eye the men who seemed to be fighting about my abduction, bile erupted from my wrenching bowels. I slumped back down onto the mattress. At least I had made certain that it landed on the concrete floor.
My eyes tried to adjust to the dim lighting but even that was an effort. I needed to see the man in the suit addressing my captors—it was evident that he was in charge.
Once again I attempted to rise up and process what was happening—what had happened. An overwhelming wave of nausea hit me again forcing me back down face first into the mattress that reeked of sweat and body odors. Had there been more women before me?
The blinding pain in my head was making it impossible to remember anything but bits and pieces of memory. As desperately as I attempted to put the puzzle together there was nothing but jumbled chaos in my brain right now. Confusion—pain—darkness…
Chapter One
Six weeks ago
I am standing in the middle of a stage with 100,000 adoring fans screaming out my name. I should be happy but I am not. I live the life that teens dream of and adults covet, yet each day I ward off thoughts of slitting my wrist and ending it all. For a woman who has so many people around, I sure am lonely.
Lady…..Lady……Lady….Lady…..Their chants pull me back into the present and I signal the band to strike up the first notes of tonight’s concert.
I begin to sing; it is the only time that I am happy……So sing……..I will…….
There is no time, no space, only peace when I am here. I can feel the energy of a crowd who thinks that they love me. The show is over and I feel as if only moments have passed—when in all actuality it has been close to two hours.
I’m hustled off of the stage and down a long corridor as if I am cattle at the end of the show. This is always a time that I have mixed feelings, exhilaration over a successful show and a sense of being bombarded by my staff. I want to scream, “Everybody get the fuck out of here and die!” Maybe today I will……….
I settle for disconnecting and waiting until they leave before I make my way to the shower. The last time that I went crazy on everyone they tried to insinuate that I was suffering from an emotional breakdown, when actually I am just tired of being everyone’s ‘cash cow.’
The heat of the shower washes over me helping to relieve me of the stress that I am constantly subjected to. It seems that my life is everyone’s but my own. Who am I kidding—it is. I exit the shower and make my way to my computer to view the reviews of tonight’s show. In this world of chaos that I inhabit the fans are the only thing that matters to me.
I close the laptop as I hear my entourage coming for me. A good night’s sleep sounds inviting so I welcome them to usher me home.
Chapter Two
“It’s dangerous Lady. I forbid you going to Afghanistan right now. In case you haven’t noticed we’re at war.”
“Dangerous? I’m sure that the men and women who lay their lives down on a daily basis could tell you something about danger, Danny. I find that statement to be very offensive. I also find your insinuation that I’m uneducated to current events very offensive.”
“Lady, I’m very aware of just how smart that you can be—that is what concerns me.”
I held the letter up that I had been personally sent by I dear friend of mine and stated, “The soldiers want a concert and they are going to get it. This is not open for debate.”
“This is exactly why I have your mail monitored, Lady.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want to allow me the freedom of choice, would we Danny?”
“It isn’t like that Lady. You have to be protected when you are in the public eye.”
I turned and eyed Danny from my makeup table, “You have a trip to be planning and you have one week to successfully do so, you’re wasting time.”
I could hear his exacerbation as he exited breathing deeply and muttering under his breath. I just didn’t care. What I did care about were the soldiers that suffered low morale due to being in hellish circumstances on a daily basis.
I wasn’t crazy about getting on a helicopter and flying into the desert either, but I was excited to go and give our troops a break from the mundane. I was going to do this—if I had to do it alone.
Chapter Three
I covered my face with the scarf that I had brought for just this purpose—sand and sun. I eyed the officer running over to greet me and the small team that had been bold enough to accompany me; sans Danny. I resented him for wimping out of making this trip—I resented an
yone who didn’t go the extra mile to support our troops.
I smiled at the middle age officer who accompanied me to my quarters and gave me the lowdown on all of the information that I would need. Seeing the smile on such a serious face made me happy. I knew the soldiers were excited and to be honest I was too. I would cleanup and rest and then I would give them a concert that they would never forget. For the first time in months, I was happy.
The crowd was electric. I looked out into all the faces of the soldiers and it made all the inconvenience of sand and sun worth it. I loved these people and it showed in the concert that I gave them. They would carry the memory with them for the rest of their lives and I would too. I just didn’t realize to what extent.
Chapter Four
Akmal
“Khalil, you stupid fucking imbecile! You let your cock lead you around by the nose and you have no idea what you have done. Your obsession with American women has gone too far this time. I’m ashamed to even call you my brother in law. Did you touch her?” Akmal looked back and forth between the two massive bodyguards and made a tutting sound when Khalil attempted to answer, “I didn’t ask you, Khalil.”
He directed his attention back to the bodyguards, “I realize that English is your second language but if someone does not answer me immediately, I am going to indulge my sadistic tendencies with a whip. The bodyguard never saw the swift movement of Akmal’s hand as he backhanded him but he tasted the blood that dripped from his now swelling lip.
“No—no one touched her.”
“Get her on the fucking aircraft and be careful, she needs medical attention but more than that I need her hidden in the palace until I figure out what to do.” Akmal swiftly turned and glared at the men, “Be careful!”
Akmal took a seat on the aircraft and awaited the men loading the woman up. Things had not gone as expected. The men had never counted on Akmal finding out what they had done, but they should have known that he would find out—Akmal never missed any details.
The only thing that Akmal was pleased about at this point was that somehow the idiots had managed to not get caught due to the fact that they had abducted the girl when she had snuck off the base for an evening walk. He could only assume that she felt that she would be safe staying near the barracks. He was certain that the girl could have never anticipated his brother in law being in the area where she was walking. This wasn’t the first time that Khalil had done something stupid due to his obsession with American women. It would be last though—Akmal would see to that…
Lady
I awoke to my own moans and hands running over my body. A sudden surge of adrenalin empowered me to fight back and then the prick of a needle. In a matter of moments a wave of calm rushed over my being and I listened as two men spoke English.
“She has a slight concussion due to being hit over the head. She needs rest, liquids, and supervision. I’m not even going to ask how this woman got here but according to the news she was abducted. Do you have any idea who this woman is and how famous she is? They are going to have the fucking American military searching for her. We don’t need this kind of heat.
Akmal ran his tongue over his teeth making a sucking noise with his mouth. It was a habit he had. He usually did it when he came to the conclusion of a thing, or when he was irritated. This time it was due to both.
“You insult my intelligence. I can assure you that I have done Intel on my little American prisoner. Do you suppose that I am going to release her? You are incorrect in your assessment of this matter. In my line of work I don’t expect to not be under scrutiny of the Americans. I have every intention of using her to my benefit. I pay you to be a Dr. not a business consultant—do your fucking job and go.
The Dr. shook his head as he left what medicines would be needed. “I want nothing to do with this, Akmal.” With that he made his way from the Palace.
I looked up in my drugged stupor and eyed the suited man who stood at my bedside. I would need a description when I escaped.
He stood at an approximate 6’1 with a lean build. He was dressed impeccably in a suit and tie. He had the standard Middle Eastern thick dark hair but it was pulled back in a pony tail and he wore a large diamond earring in his ear lobe. He stood looking at me as if he could read my thoughts. His black eyes raked over me as if he were undressing me with them. I watched as he licked his full lips and that is the last thing that I remember before I faded into a deep slumber due to the shot that I had been given.
Akmal
The crack of the whip and thoughts of the pink American pussy that was laying upstairs in one of my suites had me fit to be tied. It wasn’t me who was tied up though—it was my slave. She lived for moments like this—she lived for me.
I made my way over to her picking up her wearied head by a fistful of hair. It was now laid on her chest due to the fatigue of the whipping that she had received; the whipping that had caused her eyes to become glazed over with lust. “There is nothing more that I would love to do right now than fuck that sweet little blonde who is in my bed.” I leaned in and hissed, “My cock is rock hard and you are going to take care of that aren’t you slave?”
“Yes, Master.”
Akmal reached up and carefully removed his slave from the device that she was strapped to. He gently laid her down on her stomach and pulled her hips up and back towards him. He closed his eyes and thought of the American while he fucked his slave.
He had ridiculed Khalil for his obsession with American women—but Akmal dealt with his own demons and if the truth were known, he was intrigued with American blondes. They were so different with their pink nipples and lips. Thoughts of wrapping his fist in the long straight hair of the American girl and burying deep into her spurred him on to climaxing. He turned and left the room nude. He would have one of the servants to take care of the girl and provide after care. He couldn’t do it, not tonight—his heart wasn’t in it.
I made my way into my Master suite and got into the shower. My cock was still half hardened even after release. Knowing that girl was asleep in my bed was gnawing at my thoughts and I still wasn’t quite sure how I was going to deal with this situation. I needed a good night’s sleep and then I would worry about how to deal with the inconvenience of my unwanted guest.
Lady
I screamed as I felt rough hands tearing at my flesh. I wasn’t prepared when the door erupted in splinters and the suited man that I had viewed earlier pulled another man off of me. He threw him across the room as if he were a rag doll. I huddled in the safety of the sheets as I watched in horror. Just when I was sure that he would beat the man to death a women came in screaming and begging him not to kill her husband. She grabbed the beaten man and helped to usher him from the room as servants hurried in and cleaned up the mess that had been made due to the fight.
I timidly looked up at the man who had saved me. The man standing before me didn’t look like he did when he was dressed for business. He was wearing nothing but a pair of jeans that had been left unbuttoned at the top. His long shoulder length hair was loose and hung around his face. I followed the trail of hair that made its way from his lower abdomen down into the jeans that fit him perfectly. His voice cut through my thoughts and I was horrified that he had caught me checking him out.
“You’re looking at me like you want me to fuck you. Is that what you want my little prisoner?”
I gasped, horrified shaking my head no.
“Liar,” he whispered through his full sensual lips.
What am I supposed to say to that?
He made his way over to me and snarled, “You should be very careful what you wish for—you may just get it.”
“No, I, I,”
“Shh, you’re lying. You don’t have to worry about me forcing myself on you. I have a harem at my disposal. If and when I fuck you, I can assure you that you will not only consent—you’ll beg me to take you.”
The audacity of this guy, who did he think that he was? “Do you know who I am? I
can assure you that I have never had to beg anyone to fuck me! You’re an arrogant ass.”
Darkness washed over his expression as he spoke. “Your name is Deborah Miller and you are an American pop star. You were born to Kathy and John Miller. Your Mother and Father divorced when you were three years old and since then she has marketed you to line her pockets and anyone else’s that she was fucking at the time. Your birthday is 2-14-1986 which makes you a Valentine’s Day baby.
He made his way over and lifted my chin with one finger forcing me to look at him. “I’m not one of your American cronies that you can cuss out and order around. In fact—I’m the only person keeping you alive right now. If you were one of my women I would take you down to my dungeon and horsewhip you for your insolence.”
A dark sadistic look came over his face as he continued to speak. “Or I could always subject you to a concoction of herbs that would make you horny enough to fuck anything or anyone, then I could cage you with your hands tied and leave you seeping in your juices.
We have all kinds of ways to make our women submit here in the Middle East. Let’s just say this—you are not in Kansas anymore. You are a prisoner—my prisoner. I have to admit that the possibilities of what I can do to you—or with you—are endless.”
I watched as he turned to leave and screamed out at him. “Please, I’m begging you, don’t leave me. You can’t leave me with that door being broken, I’m begging.”
He sat on the bed and matter of fact stated, “Begging so soon?”
“Please, I am begging you to stay, I’m scared.”
A smirk passed over his mouth as he looked up at me with hooded eyes, “I’m not your garden variety kind of guy when it comes to sex. It turns me on to hear a women beg, please continue.”
“Just stay, pleeeeeze, I’m scared.”
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