by CY Jones
“Geez, thanks Debbie Downer,” I snark. Why does Sophia have to be so damn logical all the time?
I’m tired, but I make sure I pay close attention to the drive to the vacation house. The roads we take, all the signs, landmarks, everything I can commit to memory, I take note of just in case I have to save myself and make a run for it on foot. I’m a realist. Life isn’t a fairytale. Sometimes the prince gets held up and the princess has to save her damn self.
Nathaniel Bishop is a liar. After an hour’s drive, we finally get to our destination and here I am with my mouth wide open staring at not some mere vacation home, but a whole fucking compound. My chances of escaping have just taken a nosedive. Who the fuck does he think he is? The drug cartel?
“Keep your mouth open like that, sweetheart, and I’ll be tempted to put something in to fill it,” he chuckles darkly, amused at my reaction.
How am I going to escape this place? Surrounding the compound are high walls made of cement, completely unclimbable, especially for an amateur like myself. I had my tomboy days when I was little where I liked to climb trees, but walls. Nope. I’m not Spiderman. Even if I did make it outside, there's a guard stationed every yard or so with a semi-automatic rifle strapped to their chest and God knows what else on their person.
The house is huge. A magnificent, Mexican style mansion with a glass front and weathered terracotta tiled roof. Beautiful, but completely impenetrable.
“You wouldn’t happen to be a drug lord?” I ask curiously.
“What?” he laughs. “Why would you ask that?”
“What’s with all the security? It’s a little overkill for some trust fund baby don’t you think?”
“I’m a very rich man in a foreign country. Of course, I‘d have a shitload of security. I’ve lost count how many times someone’s attempted to kidnap me for the ransom money.”
“Gee, you gotta love the irony in that statement,” I deadpan, focused on my own situation.
“Stop being such a snarky bitch. You’ll love it here,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me along as we follow the armed guards that rode with us.
It was freezing in New York, but here it’s sweltering, and I’m dripping in sweat before we even reach the door. Nathaniel doesn’t give me a chance to look around or take in the layout as he drags me through the house like his ass is on fire, but I do my best to pay attention anyway, just in case. We pass a magnificent open-concept living area with beamed ceilings made from dark wood and arched doorways. I crane my neck, taking in the brightly colored decor and glass front wall with a view of the Olympic size pool. Note to self, this room is closest to the front door. Towards the back of the house must be where the bedrooms are located. The hallway he leads me down is the width of my arms held apart, times two. When we get to the bedroom at the end of the hall, he opens the door and pushes me inside.
“I have business to do. Be a good girl and take a shower and change. I’ll be back to get you shortly for dinner.” With that he leaves me alone, closing the door behind him. I hear a soft click, telling me he’s locked me in.
The first thing I do is run to the window, pulling the colorful curtains back, but the bastard is prepared, and my heart sinks as I notice they’re nailed shut. The glass is thick, but not unbreakable. I’m sure if I use the sturdy antique wooden chair next to the desk, I could shatter the window, but the effort would be useless because there's an armed guard outside walking the perimeter. The high walls prevent anyone from seeing the house from the road and the only view from here is grass. Disappointed, I take in my temporary jail cell. The room itself is huge, like two masters glued together to make one gigantic area. The cream walls are cement just like the walls surrounding the mansion. I could scream as loud as I wanted, and no one would hear me. It’s not like anyone would help me. They’re all paid by him.
The same beams are in this room as the living room, triangle-shaped, following along the planes of the room. The floor is a rich hardwood, dark like the owner. The room even smells like him. This must be the bedroom he uses when he stays here. The antique bed is gigantic, a four-poster affair fit for royalty. Who knows, the Spanish queen may have slept in these very sheets for all I know. There’s a sitting area in here and a reading nook. If I was here with anyone else, I might actually enjoy myself, but no matter how pretty or luxurious the room is, it’s still a prison. A prison where he expects me to fuck him. I wonder if his wife ever stayed here. Does she even know where he is right now?
“Who cares about his wife. We need to strategize,” Nancy grumbles.
“Yes, what is this plan you guys came up with. It better be good because by the looks of this place...”
“You’re going to have to suck it up buttercup and seduce him,” Gloria answers.
“What? No. I told you, I’m not fucking him.”
“We didn’t say you had to. Seducing and fucking are two different things. We need to buy time until Chaz and Justin get here. Nathaniel is less likely to force you into doing anything against your will if you’re amenable. He wants you to want him. Why else would he put you in his bedroom?”
“Oh, I don’t know… Easy access,” I reply as sarcastically as possible. I can feel their eyes roll.
“No stupid. He put you in here because he’s trying to schmooze you. He doesn’t want you thinking in terms of being a prisoner but as a guest. Someone who actually wants to be here with him, so when Chaz and Justin do come to save you...”
“I’ll send them away because I’ll actually want to be here,” I finish for them. “Wow! Does he think his dick is made out of gold and spits unicorn sparkles?” I gripe.
“He’s a stuck-up, cocky son-of-a-bitch. Who knows what goes on in his head?”
“Fair point,” I tell Nancy. “Okay, so seduce him and then what?”
“We’ll each have a job. This mission will be a joint effort,” Nancy assures me.
“Like the five musketeers,” Sophia jumps in. She can be so corny.
“I can seduce him if you want,” Shelly offers. “I promise not to cross the line,” she adds when she feels my indecision.
“Okay,” I agree, albeit reluctantly.
“Then yours and Sophia’s job is to find out more about the layout. Get him to take you on a tour, or if you can’t do that, then continue to take in and memorize what you can. Gloria and I will handle the physical tasks.”
“What kind of physical tasks?” I question. Nancy is being pretty vague. “You know… if we get into trouble. You’ll need a little fuck it and a lot of batshit to fight your way out of here.”
I sigh. “This plan sounds disastrous as fuck, but it’s the only one we got, so fuck it. Let’s do this shit.”
“Thata girl,” Nancy cheers.
As the sun starts to set, I go to do as I’m told and take a shower, careful to not wet my hair. The humidity here is already causing havoc on my curly locks. When I'm done showering, wrap myself in a towel and go find something to wear. In the walk-in closet, all the clothes are much of the same and all in my size. Trying not to freak out over that little detail, I scan the hangers. A jungle print, silk sheath with a deep V to my belly button catches my eye. It reminds me of that JLo dress. The front is definitely eye catching. I’ll need tape to keep the girls from showing, but wearing this will help Shelly in her task at seducing that asshole. I pair the dress with some gold lace up sandals and a thin gold Y chain that dangles and disappears in my exposed cleavage like a sign that says ‘look at me’.
“Fuck you look beautiful,” Nathaniel says as soon as he comes back and find me sitting on the bed waiting on him.
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” I reply honestly.
I hate that this psychopath is so damn handsome. He must have showered in another room. His dark hair is still wet, but looks hot and mussed. His dark eyes sparkle with arousal, and he has a five o'clock shadow. I didn’t notice before, but he’s really tan with a swimmer’s body. His muscles are emphasized nicely by the casual
button-up shirt he’s wearing with tan shorts.
“Can you help me?” I ask, bending over to tie the laces of my sandals that I deliberately left undone. From his view across the room, he has a nice eyeful of my cleavage, and he growls, the sound vibrating low in his throat.
“Sweetheart, you’re killing me. If you keep it up, we won’t make it to dinner,” he says in a low growly voice.
“Keep up what?” I ask innocently, batting my eyelashes.
“That. This,” he says, waving his hands towards me, not making a bit of sense. “Fuck it,” he mutters before descending on me.
His lips attack mine, pushing me backwards on the bed and when Shelly tries to push me back, I hold my ground. “No. We’re in this together,” I tell her, and they all approve. Our mouths battle it out. Two dominant warriors with nothing to lose. His hands are everywhere and when my dress slips from the tape, exposing me to his gaze, he palms my tits with both hands and squeezes.
“Holy shit, these are real. Do you know how nice it is to not feel hard silicone?”
“I have no idea,” I murmur, kissing him deeper until his lips move on a downward path to my breasts and he takes my nipple in his mouth. I let out a fake moan that he completely eats up. I’m disgusted by him. My body wants to revolt, but I put a choke hold on my personal feelings and let basic instinct take over.
His body grinds against mine, and I move with him coaxing out his hard-on. Once I can feel him poking at my center, I reach into his shorts and palm him in my hand. He’s thick and hard as fuck, already dripping precum.
“Do you want me?” he mumbles against my skin. Falling hard into a thick fog of lust.
No, I say to myself, but to him, “Yes please, baby. I want you to fuck me until I forget my own name. Take me, Nathaniel.” I fight back a gag at Shelly’s words.
“Don’t you think you’re laying it on kinda thick?” I tell her. Instead of answering she shrugs.
“Whatever gets the job done.”
Suddenly he sits up, and I play coy, sitting up with him and demurely cross my arms to cover my tits. He searches my face. His expression is unreadable. He’s a cunning bastard, and I hope he doesn’t figure me out. I’m not exactly known for my acting skills.
“Not that I’m complaining, but what’s with the sudden change of heart?”
“I had time to think while you were gone, and I was here alone. All this, I want it. I can’t deny I’m attracted to you,” I tell him, moving my hands, so he can see my hardened nipples. Thank you central air. His gaze zeros in on them, trapped in my web of deceit. “Justin is small potatoes. Sure he has money, but your bank account is a lot bigger.” I lick my lips while slowly moving my hand up his muscled thigh to his crouch. “I want a real man,” I say in a husky whisper, giving his hard-on a little squeeze over the barrier of his shorts. “The Bishop name to be exact, and all that comes with it.” Lies. Lies. Lies. But I’ll say whatever to convince him.
“Good one,” Nancy cheers me on. “Hell, I almost believed you.”
He watches me with a calculated gaze before a wide charming smile crosses his arrogant face, and he leans forward and kisses me deeply. “You’re a cold bitch, you know that?” he says once he pulls back.
“Is that going to be a problem?” I ask, raising a brow.
“No. I prefer you that way. As long as this cunt stays tight and you give me an heir, I don’t give a fuck why you choose to be with me.”
“How does this work anyway? We’re both married.”
“I’m separated from my wife pending a divorce and you haven’t been married to Anderson long enough for it to be considered a real marriage. We can just file for an annulment.”
“And you’ll marry me, just like that? I thought you said your parents wouldn’t approve.”
“They will once I knock you up. Once you’re pregnant with my child, they’ll personally make sure their grandchild isn’t born a bastard.”
His hands go back to my breasts pinching my nipples, and I cry out. With a growl, I hold off calling him an asshole and push him on his back, climbing on top of him, grinding my body on his. Moving to my own rhythm, I remove his clothes, leaving him completely naked. His lids droop, like a reptile as I take him in my hand and start to pump. “You’re so fucking big,” I moan. “I can’t wait to have you inside me filling me up.”
“Liar” Gloria chuckles.
“Sweetheart, you’re killing me. Stop playing with my dick and hop on and fuck me already. I’m yours.”
“As you wish,” I reply in a husky tone. Pretending to undo my dress. Instead, I reach over on the side table and grab the colorful heavy paperweight I took note of earlier. With it concealed in my hand, I bend over, kissing him deeper, following Shelly’s lead. My thighs are spread wide on him and he grabs my hips, positioning me over his cock. I couldn’t wear any underthings in this dress so I’m completely bare and open to him. “Shelly, you promised,” I scream in my head.
“This is progressing way too fast. I thought we were just going to seduce him and act later once he drops his guard.”
“His guard is dropped. We won’t get a better opportunity than this. Have a little faith,” she whispers back.
The tip of him nudges me. His engorged mushroom head brushes my pussy lips. Right when he lowers me onto him, Nancy forces my arm to move, and I bash him in the head with the paperweight. “Holy shit,” I cry out. “I hope we didn’t kill him.”
“You might want to get to moving. I have no idea how long he’ll be out,” Nancy says and quickly, I jump off the bed, straightening my clothes as I go. Undoing my sandals, I leave them behind. The floors outside this room are clay tiles and the heels would make too much noise running across. Bare feet will ensure I make as little sound as possible.
Backtracking, I take the path we went when he brought me here. I don’t see any guards, but it’s not like they aren’t around. Most must be stationed outside and those indoors are probably in the dining area where we’re supposed to be eating. To my right, I hear the sound of jingling keys, so I go left, turning down an unfamiliar hall. At the end is a door and the only way out. I’m ecstatic it’s unlocked, and I run through it down another hallway, this one narrower. I’m fucking lost, but for now, no one knows I’m missing and thank fuck, Nathaniel doesn’t have any security cameras indoors. The smell of food hits my nose as well as the sound of clashing dishes. I can’t go anywhere else but forward unless I backtrack, so I stay the path until I come out into a restaurant-style kitchen.
The cook raises a bushy brow when he sees me, but he doesn’t say anything when I make a mad dash for the patio doors leading to the yard, only stopping long enough to grab one of the wicked sharp knives in the kitchen block.
As soon as I’m outside, I hightail it down the grassy lawn, but I don’t get far before I start hearing shouts, most in broken English.
“Senorita, come back,” one hollers. “Yeah, fuck that,” Nancy retorts.
A body jumps in my way, and I switch directions like a seasoned football player. I keep hearing, “Parada,” being shouted over and over, which probably means stop or something in Spanish, but I keep going as fast as my little legs will carry me. I’ve come this far and despite being armed, no one is shooting at me, which tells me they have orders not to harm me. Another guard catches up to me, this one beefy like a linebacker who shouldn’t be able to run that fast, but apparently, he’s related to Speedy Gonzales, and I’m halted to a stop when he tugs forcefully on my arm. Panicking, I let Nancy take over, and she uses the butcher knife we stole from the kitchen and holds it to our neck. The goon who caught me takes a step back, holding his hands up in the air in a placating manner. It doesn’t take long until I’m surrounded and a bleeding and very angry-looking Nathaniel walks across the grass straight towards me.
“Put the knife down Brooklyn. We both know you’re not going to cut yourself,” he shouts with fire in his eyes. Yep, he’s pissed. Not only did I turn him down in the most epic way possible
, I humiliated him.
“Wanna bet,” I shout back, moving the knife closer to my neck. It’s sharp as hell, and I hold back a hiss when it nicks my skin. “Nancy,” I warn. “I was all for Nathaniel getting hurt, but we won’t survive a slit throat.” She doesn’t answer. She and Gloria are fully focused on the insane standoff they’re having with Nathaniel.
Nathaniel watches the bead of blood drip down my skin as another joins it. Maybe it’s the blood or crazed look in my eyes, but his demeanor changes when he sees I mean business. Gloria can be very convincing when need be. “Okay, you’ve proven your point. Why don’t we go back inside, and we can sit and talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. I want to go home,” I demand. Yeah, I sound like a total brat, but I seriously had enough.
“Sweetheart, come on. Put the knife down before you hurt yourself even more.”
“No,” I shout, cutting myself deeper. This time I do cry out. Tears gather in my eyes and run freely down my cheeks.
“Sweetheart please, I’m sorry. Put the knife down, and I promise we’ll talk about letting you go.” He sounds so sincere, so convincing. Too bad he’s lying. In an insane frantic attempt, he lunges for me and I scream at the same time I hear my name being called out by my Dark Knight before darkness takes me again for the second time today.
I wake on a jet again, but this time it’s to the best scent ever, held by the one person I ever want touching me. With my eyes wide open I search Justin’s face, memorizing it like I’ll never see it again. His emerald gaze holds me captive. I’m sure Chaz isn’t far, but in our own little bubble, we are the only two here.
“Never do anything that crazy again,” he says in a tone I don’t recognize. It’s fear I hear laced in his words, and I don’t recognize it because I’ve never heard that emotion aimed towards me from his lips before. Absentmindedly, his thumb brushes the cut on my neck in a tender caress. Someone, probably him, must have put a Band-Aid over my cut while I was unconscious.