‘I want more,’ I announce, anything other than sitting waiting to die.
He halts for a moment, before helping me up. ‘You want to fuck, more?’ He asks, his face showing confusion.
‘Yeah,’ I pull the straps of my dress up, ‘you up for it?’ My voice doesn’t sound my own, but it sounds strong.
‘Fucking right I’m up for it,’ he smiles, tucking his flagging erection back inside his trousers. ‘But in my bed,’ he turns, I follow. ‘And this time, I’m in control,’ his voice holds an edge that immediately has me wet.
‘You have handcuffs?’ I query.
‘You have no idea,’ he laughs, but not the good laugh of earlier, a laugh that suggests I have bitten off way more than I can chew.
It lasts hours, and I enjoy every second of it. It’s like pleasurable punishment. Luke ties my hands to his huge bed, then he ties my legs, wide open. His tongue and mouth suck and lick me into submission before he releases my legs and flips me over, pulls me up onto my knees and fucks me from behind. I come over and over before falling into an exhaustive slumber.
I have detached from my body; this is happening to someone else.
I wake to an empty bed, I visit the bathroom and mechanically shower, wash my hair and brush my teeth using Luke’s toothbrush. Wrapping a robe around me I re-enter the bedroom, and he is there, dressed in trousers and a shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His face is hard and measuring as I walk up to him as he leans against the chest of drawers.
‘Everything okay?’ I question him softly, worried whether I had done something wrong. Did he not enjoy fucking me, does he want me gone? I don’t mean sending me back to Nate, that would be heavenly, I mean discarded.
‘I don’t know Sophie, is everything okay?’ He probes, his perceptive gaze burning into mine.
‘What do you mean?’ I stand before him, my hair wet from the shower and wait for his reply my body tense.
‘You fucking me like there is no tomorrow, what’s your angle?’ He queries, accusingly.
I frown, ‘no angle, I thought you enjoyed it? Besides, who of us know if there is a tomorrow,’ I laugh, ironically.
‘And your detective?’ he raises an eyebrow, waiting for my reaction, ‘who you claim to love?’
‘Isn’t here,’ I announce, coldly, ignoring the hot searing pain through my chest.
He watches me, his grey eyes moving over my blank features. ‘You’re mine now, he is history,’ he proclaims, calmly.
Inside my head I am screaming, outwardly I murmur, ‘I’m yours, you let him live his life?’
He nods, ‘agreed. Now, I want to fuck your mouth,’ he expresses.
I force a smile, drop to my knees and oblige. I pull out the thick cock already hard for me and lick up the length. I circle the head with my tongue before sucking him in deep. I moisten the length as much as I can and drop my hands. ‘Go for it!’
He smiles cruelly, fists my hair and fucks me slowly, inch by inch until he fits almost the whole length in my throat. ‘Take the robe off, take care of yourself,’ he demands as he continues to fuck me, his eyes cold and hard, but filled with a need that I know is me. I drop the robe and play with my clit, stroking across the wetness until he pumps a mouthful of come into my mouth with a growl. I suck up what I can, ‘swallow it,’ he commands, as I lap up all the juices.
He then lays me on the bed and kisses me deep, as he did last night, consuming me before moving down my body biting a trail down to my sex. When I come around his tongue, he strips off and reaches in his bedside cabinet, lubes me up and fucks my arse, hard.
And this has become my life.
********
It is now two weeks later, after the third day, I stopped asking. I stopped enquiring about the money. I stopped my brain from going to Nate. Luke was never going to let me go; he never anticipated having to let me go. I was his; he has claimed me.
I slept in his bed every night where he fucked me into submission. He showed me no love or tenderness, which was fine by me, I loved Nate, I couldn’t love Luke. If I could keep him interested, I would stay alive, and more importantly so would Nate and his family.
I knew the second night when he told me he was in negotiation with my dad that it was pointless. Luke wouldn’t negotiate with my dad, he would take what he wanted and kill him if necessary. He certainly wouldn’t be told what to do, especially by an old man. I had no doubt he had the money, he also wanted me. I gave him me, well as much of it as I could give. The rest was hidden somewhere not even I could find.
I wake and turn to face Luke, allowing my eyes to roam over his features, he was a good looking man, and his bedroom skills knew no bounds. He could have me coming in about twenty seconds flat. I knew it was the desire to survive that had me obeying his every demand.
His eyes flickered open, and his hand moved to stroke my face. He was in a good mood that was always a bonus in my eyes.
‘Hey!’ I smile, softly.
‘Hey, beautiful,’ he brings me to him by way of a hand at my nape and kisses me softly. ‘I thought I’d take you to work with me today,’ he declares.
‘Okay,’ I smile, ‘it would be good to get out of this place for a while.’
‘You don’t like the house?’ He questions.
‘I like it fine, it would be nice to have a change of scenery,’ I explain.
Luke nods. ‘Then, it’s bring your woman to work day,’ he smiles, bringing me over his body to lay on top of him. ‘First, sit on my face,’ he instructs. ‘I want to taste your pussy.’
********
I don’t know what to expect spending the day with Luke. He tells me to dress up and wear no underwear. I dress up and wear no underwear.
His hand holds mine as we enter into an office block, not dissimilar to the one that we first met. I ignore the stares I get from men and women alike and zone out completely, concentrating only on Luke.
I stand by the window in the office, looking out onto Denver, and my mind is dead. I no longer marvel at the stunning skyline against the backdrop of the Rocky Mountains. Nothing means anything to me any longer. I refuse to let my mind wander to Nate, Krystal or anything from my former life. There is little point. I was never going to see it again.
I hear Luke’s voice rise and stiffen before turning, ‘you think you can have one over on me you sniffling little Tosser, you can think again,’ he growls into the face of an incredibly frightened man, his shivering body pale and sickly.
‘I’m sorry Mr. Ericson, I need another couple of days,’ he blubbered. Dread fills my gut. I know this isn’t going to go well.
‘You think I am a charity?’ His voice is cold, and I could only imagine what that meant.
‘No, Mr. Ericson, of course not,’ he attempted to talk his way out of it.
‘Shoot his leg,’ Luke instructs Robson.
Robson casually pulls out a gun from a holster under his jacket and shoots the poor guy's kneecap, right in front of me. My body tightens at the piercing sound that omits from the man now writhing on the floor in agony, squirming in his own blood. I show no outward signs of care. I am getting better and better at hiding my emotions, my moods, if he read my mind he would kill me on the spot. So, I have trained my facial expression to remain blank, impassive.
Luke glances over to me, ‘come here, baby,’ he calls. I mindlessly walk over to him, ‘take him outside, give me the room,’ he tells the suits.
Everyone leaves, I stand in front of Luke who is observing me intently. ‘Sorry you had to see that,’ he doesn’t look in the least bit sorry. He pulls me to the edge of the desk, where I sit opposite him in the leather chair. ‘You okay?’
‘Yeah,’ I update him, with a small smile.
He pushes my legs apart, exposing my sex to his eyes and I know this is why no underwear. His fingers move up and run along the already glistening lips of my core, his thumb brushing my clitoris. It’s as if my body has a mind of its own; it likes that it doesn’t have to think about the wrongs and r
ights of how it feels.
‘Sit on my cock,’ he unclasps his trousers and brings out his steel-like erection fisting it up and down in long strokes.
I move over him and lift my dress enough so that I can sit on his dick and work him over. Our lips clash, and I fuck him hard. Halfway through, someone enters the room, I ignore them and continue to fuck him, even when he shouts at them to get out. I am not here; I have finally detached to enable me to function. I come hard, at the moment he demands before he pours himself into me, then with a kiss, he cleans us both up and lets me up.
********
From that moment onwards, Luke takes me everywhere with him. Easy access, I never wear underwear, and he buys me a whole heap of expensive dresses to wear when we visit various offices throughout the week. We never seem to visit the same office twice, which is probably why he never gets caught.
I never see any drugs, I only ever witness briefcases, holdalls and sometimes suitcases being exchanged. When he gets paid, he fucks me sweeter, usually over the desk. When there're only excuses, he fucks me hard, sometimes twice, while his men stand guard outside. They know what’s going on, everyone does. When he has finished with me, he always cleans me up, kisses me hard and we walk out hand in hand.
The one thing I did notice on that first day of joining Luke to work, he didn’t both blindfolding me on the way back to his house.
Confirmation that I was ever going to get out alive.
********
Chapter Fifteen
NATE
‘What the fuck do you mean she went willingly?’ He couldn’t take any more of this. It had been ten weeks, twelve you count the time she was in England, since he held her, loved her. He’d woken up in the hospital with a cut head and a concussion and immediately discharged himself to track down his woman.
‘I saw it for myself brother,’ Kyle attempts to put some soft into his voice, but the truth was his brother’s woman had switched teams.
‘Tell me what exactly you saw?’ Nate instructs.
‘They drove up in the customary black SUV and he gets out with her on his arm. She’s dressed up to the nines, fucking fantastic legs up to her shoulders, man.’
‘Get the fuck on with it, Kyle,’ Nate growls.
‘Sorry man, but he kisses her deep, grabs her hand, and they enter the building. Spoke to one of the security guys who reckons when the deal’s sealed everyone leaves the room while he fucks her.’
Nate’s gut tightens, and he fights against the nausea that rises in his throat.
‘I’m telling you, brother, this isn’t my Sophie,’ his voice is weak, he feels like he’s going to vomit.
‘I’m only telling you what I saw, Nate,’ his brother calls gently.
‘We need to get her out,’ Nate’s voice strengthens. ‘The guys got a hold of her, her dad paid the debt the day after she was taken; there’s something else we are missing.’
‘She’s never on her own, Nate, and I mean never. There’s no way to get to her other than to go in all guns blazing and I have to tell you, man, he has an army of army around him. All veterans, protecting him twenty-four seven.’
‘What do you expect me to do, Kyle. I love her; she loves me,’ Nate whispers, ‘she needs me.’
‘Let me make some calls,’ Kyle suggests.
Nate disconnects the call and sits in his loft surrounded by her boxes from England. He is waiting for her to come home to unpack and make all the changes that they had discussed on the phone.
The whole of Krystal, and a lot of Denver police department were out looking for her, well they had been in the early days, not so much now. There had been a couple of recent sightings of her that suggest she is where she is because she wants to be. Therefore, people stopped looking and started giving him a pitying look that suggested she had left him for someone else.
He had managed to convince his brother to take on the investigation as soon as he had arrived back from Iraq two months ago. Kyle had immediately sprung into action. Nate had to face facts, it now looked as if they had all been right, she had shacked up with Lucas Ericson, well known in the drugs world, one of the top dogs in fact.
Ellie, she is the only one that believes him when he swears Sophie is wherever she is because someone is holding her there. Ellie knew how much Sophie loved him.
Shauna had arrived, with her baby in tow, a week after Sophie had vanished and stayed for two weeks, also out of her wits mind as to the whereabouts of her best friend. Nate had given her the loft to stay in and stayed at a hotel, not wanting to sleep in the bed until Sophie came home. But when Shauna’s husband had demanded she go home, Nate had to come to terms with the fact that Sophie may never return and reluctantly slept in the bed alone.
He had to see for himself, had to try to resolve things in his mind and then, if necessary, he needed to move on. How he was going to do that, he had no idea, but he had to try for the sake of his sanity.
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Sophie
It was a rare evening trip out and Luke insisted we make the most of by enjoying a meal in one of his favourite restaurants. I dressed in one of my new outfits and took extra time to do my hair and make-up. My hair was growing rapidly. Luke had brought someone around the house to give it a trim, but informed me we were growing it longer. The hairdresser trimmed the back and sides, leaving the front to grow down. I didn’t have an opinion on the matter.
We first dealt with business, which thankfully was successful, so I got sweet Luke who let me straddle him and fuck him, for a change. Then we made our way to eat. We stepped out at the infamous restaurant in the heart of Denver City. I halt my mind from wandering to the memories of me and Nate’s various walks around the region and step up to the marbled floor of the reception area. I stand by while Luke confirms the reservation and the hostess guide us to the table. The suits are at various stations around the restaurant, I know this without being told, we don’t go anywhere on our own.
We sit at a table, in the corner of the room, where Luke sits to face the restaurant. After ordering for me, he takes my hand and evaluates my expression.
‘You okay, baby?’ He asks softly, his handsome smile pointed in my direction.
‘Fine,’ I smile, encouragingly.
‘You look beautiful,’ he breathes, his eyes gazing with wonder. He is into me, I know this, I have always known this, I also know it’s the only reason I’m still alive.
‘Thank you, Luke,’ I give him my shy smile, knowing he can’t resist it and watch as his eyes flare, his hand brings mine to his lips, and he kisses my knuckles.
I drink my wine, eager to feel the buzz through my body. I am tired, my body is exhausted, I am a sex toy, pure and simple. Sometimes I wake up and wish that I’d taken the other option, death. At least it would be quick, this way I feel as if I am dying slowly, day by day.
Between the main course and desert, I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. I watch Luke lift his eyebrows to one of his suits, but I ignore it and follow the signs for the restrooms.
It’s as I leave the stall, to wash my hands that I see the illusion leaning back against the sink, his cautious eyes on mine. I stand, enjoying the view, refreshing my memory of him for later. I need more pictures of him in my mind because every time I fuck Luke, in my mind, I am fucking Nate.
Luke has started to improvise, using riding crops and butt plugs, they always make me come hard. I love the punishment; I deserve the punishment, but I don’t know how long I can keep him satisfied.
‘Sophie,’ he speaks. I just stare into his eyes wishing I was back in Krystal before all the dramas began. ‘Sophie, say something,’ he urges, softly, his glorious blue eyes round with what looks like distress.
‘I wish you were truly here, Nate,’ I whisper, trancelike.
He steps forwards, ‘I am here, babe,’ he whispers back, his fingers brushing down my bare arm.
His touch wakes me from my delirium, I jump, my body instantly beginning to tremble. ‘You can’t be her
e, he’ll kill you,’ I whisper, turning my head from left to right panicking.
‘Calm down,’ he hushes me.
‘No, you don’t understand,’ a feral sound omits from my throat. ‘Go, Nate, please, he’ll kill you, he sees me with you. Please, if you ever loved me, just go!’
A knock on the door reminds me of how quickly things could escalate, ‘Miss Parker, everything okay?’ Robson.
‘Just coming!’ I force the words out. ‘Forget me,’ I whisper to Nate, ‘for your own good.’
His face is pale, his eyes round with an emotion I can’t decipher.
But, what I do know is that the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life is leave Nathan Austin in the restroom, along with my heart and soul.
********
NATE
‘She’s absolutely petrified of him,’ he tells his brother, running his hands through his hair, tiredly. He hadn’t been able to sleep since witnessing that haunted look on his woman’s face. ‘She said if he saw me he would kill me, her eyes are dead, and she is far from happy.’
‘Maybe it was just a turn of phrase, he’ll kill you, like a jealous man’s response to finding his woman in another man’s bed.’ Kyle pales, ‘sorry brother, I didn’t mean you and ….’
‘Forget it,’ Nate calls, distractedly, knowing he is referring to his ex-wife, Cary.
‘Tell me what I can do Nate, I trust your instincts man, but maybe we need to get the sheriff involved?’
‘Keep tailing her, I need to see her again, try to convince her to leave him,’ Nate suggests, ‘meanwhile, I’ll speak to my boss and see if we can do anything from a legal point of view.’
‘Nate, man, you considered she might not want to leave him?’ His brother asks, gently.
‘Not now I’ve seen her, she is doing this to keep me safe,’ he asserts, ‘she has given up her life for mine.’
‘Okay, I’m going to put the feelers out to my army pals, see if anyone knows anything,’ Kyle promises.
********
KYLE
‘Hey man,’ Kyle Austin shakes the hand of the dark haired, thick built man sitting at the bar.
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