He kissed her lips. “I love you, Aspen. Remember that always. No matter where you are or who you’re with, know that I love you.”
“I love you, too, Storm,” she replied.
Winter rolled her to her back and straddled her hips. She could feel his softened cock against her inner thigh as he cupped her face and stared down into her eyes.
“I’ve never loved a woman before, Aspen. I never knew what love was until you came along. I promise to give you all of me as you’ve given us all of you. I love you, too,” he said.
“I love you right back,” she replied, and he winked then kissed her sweetly.
“Well, now it’s our turn to love her so move aside, big guy,” York said as he and Zin climbed onto the bed. Zin unlocked the handcuffs and then tossed them onto the dresser. He licked across her wrists and kissed her skin but she wasn’t tender or sore. She liked the feel of the bindings against her skin from the moment Weston and Winter placed her in them.
Winter chuckled as he moved to the side and of the bed.
She felt York’s hand slide up her inner thigh, spreading her wider as he leaned on his side next to her. She turned her head to look at him, absorbed all his muscles, tattoos, and the intense gaze in those gorgeous hazel eyes that mesmerized her so.
“You’re so damn special. I don’t think you know how special you are, woman. You”—he cupped her pussy, stroking a finger up into her cunt—“complete me.” He leaned down and kissed her.
Zin kissed a trail down the skin of her inner arm to her breast licking the mound and then the nipple. He twirled his tongue around the tiny berry as York thrust two fingers slowly up into her cunt.
“Spread your thighs and offer this body up to us,” York said, and she was more than willing to do that. She lifted her pelvis, pushed out her breasts, and widened her thighs as she placed her arms above her head.
Zin chuckled, his warm breath tickled her nipple making it instantly harden again.
“I think we’ve got ourselves an obedient lover who loves submitting to her men,” Zin said.
“I think she likes being restrained, Zin, and I think I like restraining her,” York said as he eased his hand up and locked her wrists together with one strong, muscular hand.
She gasped and felt her pussy leak some more cream.
“Oh yeah, she definitely likes being restrained,” Winter chimed in then pulled a seat closer to the bed.
She looked downward, chin to chest, and saw that Weston, Winter and Storm now watched to see what Zin and York would do to her.
It aroused her so much that she came, shaking and moaning.
“Hot damn, she likes an audience, too,” Weston added, and the three of them chuckled. But Zin and York looked intensely serious.
“Zin, grab the blind fold,” York said.
The men made comments. “Oh yeah, here we go,” Weston stated aloud and clapped his hands before rubbing them together and sitting forward in the chair.
She felt her nipples tighten and her core ache with desire. She was just as turned on as they were.
Zin got up and returned quickly with a long black piece of silk. He placed it over her eyes and tied it behind her head.
“Listen to the sound of our voices, and the feel of our hands touching you. Don’t move or make a sound,” York told her.
It was wild, but the moment the blindfold was placed over her eyes, she felt so helpless, yet she sought out Zin and York for support and guidance.
“We’re right here, baby. Right here. All of us,” Zin said as they moved her to the edge of the bed and helped her to stand.
“Spread your thighs. Widen that stance,” Storm commanded. She gulped and did just that. Her belly tightened and she wrapped an arm around her waist.
“No. Place your arms and hands up behind your head like you’re under arrest,” Zin said and she slowly moved her arms above her head and behind.
There was complete silence, no sound, no movement, nothing, and it made her body hum with something she didn’t recognize. It wasn’t fear or insecurity but an inner arousal at knowing her men all watched her standing there blindfolded, naked, and submissive to all of them. It turned her on and made her feel desperate. Yes, desperate for their touch, their voices, anything for them.
She squirmed when she felt the warm breath collide against her pussy. Instinctively she looked down, began to close her legs when she felt the light slap to her pussy.
“Stay open,” York said, and she gulped.
Fingers collided against her inner groin on both sides, but she could tell they weren’t fingers form the same person. The idea of two of them touching her together brought on a surge of arousal again.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby,” Zin said.
She felt one finger press up into her cunt and then come out. Before she could protest, another finger pressed up into her cunt then came out. They continued to torment her, one stroke after the next until she felt the lick to her nipple on one side then the tug of her nipple on the other side. She moaned aloud.
“Oh God, that feels so good. My legs are shaking,” she admitted.
Hands glided up and down her thighs to her ass. She was surrounded my masculinity, muscles, power, and manliness. She couldn’t focus on one sensation as her mind, her body, reacted to every touch. The nip to her ass, the slap to her pussy, the thrust of fingers, then the feel of his mouth over her nipples.
She began to rock and thrust her hips. She could feel herself begin to lose control, as the orgasm was only a tiny bit away.
“Oh God, please, please don’t stop.”
All touching ceased, she was pulled backward and felt like she would fall into oblivion which seemed to heighten her arousal more as her back hit the mattress, her thighs were parted and a cock slapped against her needy cunt.
“Oh.” She reached out and hands gripped her wrists. “Keep them up there, baby. Tell me how badly you want a cock in you.”
“Badly. Badly.” She moaned.
York tapped his thick, hard cock against her wet, swollen pussy lips and she wiggled and swayed.
“Please, York, please take me. Fuck me, damn it!” she yelled, and chuckles spread through the room. She felt a bit embarrassed but instantly that emotion changed to pleasurable shock as York spread her thighs and sunk his cock into her to the hilt.
He moaned and she screamed out. “Holy God, you feel so big. Oh God, York, I can’t take it.”
He pounded into her, held her by her arms and rocked his hips into her pussy.
“You’re perfect, Aspen. So beautiful and so fucking perfect.” He kissed her mouth and then ran his hands up and down her arms as he stroked his cock in and out of her. She felt the heaviness of his masculine body collide against hers as her legs hung over the edge of the bed. She was chanting him to continue when he paused, rolled to the side and she nearly fell off-balance as she landed on top of him.
Hands gripped her hips and cool liquid spread over her anus then up into her ass. “Fuck, you drive me crazy, baby. I’m going to fuck this ass so good and hard. Do you want that? Do you want my hard cock fucking your ass?” Zin asked her.
“Yes. Yes do it now. Do it, Zin, now.” She sounded so wild and carnal and something came over her as she increased her thrusts over York. Her breasts bounced, her groin grinded against his cock, and she could feel York’s balls under her ass.
Zin spread her wider, stroked his fingers in and out of her ass then pulled out. She wanted to scream for him to get back in there when she felt the top of his thick cock against the tight puckered hole and then him shove into her deeply.
She screamed out and York moaned then cupped her breasts, pulled on the nipples, then pulled her closer to him. “You feel so fucking good.”
She tore the blindfold from her eyes and grabbed onto his shoulders and joined them rocking and thrusting.
They moaned and chanted. She felt her body tighten and she convulsed between them, screaming out until her voice was horse. Zin and York continued
to stroke into her ass and pussy, relentlessly trying to find their release. The bed rocked and the room spun as they came hard and fast holding their cocks deep within her as they shook.
“I love you so fucking much, baby. Damn, that was fucking incredible,” York said, cupping her cheeks and kissing her deeply.
“I love you, too.” She panted once he released her.
Behind her, Zin caressed her ass cheeks and gave them two slaps.
“I love fucking this ass, and I love you, baby. You’re a pleasant surprise.” He pulled out of her then knelt on the bed, took her face between his hands, and kissed her deeply.
Once he released her, she smiled. “I love you, too, but I think I’m going to pass out.”
York chuckled as he pulled out and rolled her to her back.
She closed her eyes, felt the warm washcloth, the gentle kisses to her skin, as she lay there spent and helpless. But she didn’t have a care in the world or a worry. Her five men were there, her American soldiers, her made men who loved her and would protect her forever.
* * * *
The next few days were hard on all of them. As the men began to clean house at Pro-Tech Industries, Aspen worked on securing and organizing the job with Cartwright. Her men forbid her to have any more involvement in taking down Andrei. They explained that it was part of their illegal business side and they didn’t want her connected legally if anything went wrong. They had taken the time to explain to her about their connections to the Russian mafia, as well as other organized crime syndicates. She was shocked to learn that it was Storm who was related to Dmitri and it wasn’t difficult to figure out that his family name was quite important. He continued to go by his mother’s maiden last name to hide his identity when he went into the military. That had been his calling in life.
But Winter explained that they all came from troubled pasts and the military was their way of surviving, getting three square meals a day, and belonging to a family that wouldn’t disappoint them and always had their backs. Zin expressed the love he had for the men he considered his brothers. York told her about how life had been when they retired from the military and how difficult of a time they all had adapting to civilian life, finding work they liked and that paid well, and how they almost gave up. Weston explained about the jobs they took at first and then the ones as the muscle for loan sharks that were connected to Storm’s family businesses. She felt badly for them as they referred to themselves as orphans who found one another and formed a family, a bond that could never be broken.
She was impressed and touched by the deep connection. She also felt a bit jealous of that. She never had a mother because she died when Aspen was just an infant. Her father, what she remembered of him, was that he was always angry, always combative, and then he got sick and was even more miserable. If not for Porter, Aspen may not have learned to survive on her own and be so independent. But she had no choice. In the city it was do or die, fight for a better life, for better things or succumb to the easy way out.
She always had this inner strength, this fight in her, and she often wondered if came from her mother. From what she remembered about her father and what Porter told her about him, it didn’t seem to come from him. Fighting for survival and a better life wasn’t the same as fighting to hurt someone and keep them at bay.
She heard the knock at her door and was surprised to see Pamela there. The woman, despite Aspen’s concern that she was working for Andrei, had come up clean. There was no real evidence indicating Pamela was on the take.
“Hi, Pamela, what’s going on?”
“I was just wondering if you wanted to do lunch.”
“Oh, I’m not sure. I think York was coming down to go with me.”
“I don’t think so. Alex from security just said that York and the guys were meeting someone from Sparks Industries upstairs in the boardroom.”
“Oh, they must have secured the meeting after all. Great. Then I guess I am free, but we have to have it downstairs in the café. Is that okay?”
“Great for me. I have been dying to try that pumpkin spice latte. I heard it is so good. I might even get it with cream instead of skim milk,” Pamela said, rubbing her hands together.
Aspen chuckled. “Sounds delicious. I think I’ll join you. Let me just grab my bag and text the guys.”
She reached for her phone and texted Weston. He was supposed to be working in his office on data sheets and numbers for the materials needed on the Cartwright job.
She turned off her desk light and headed out of the room closing her office door behind her. Pamela pressed the button on the elevator. They waited patiently as they chatted about the new boutique opening in town and the art gallery showing new work. Aspen explained about knowing Gia and her friend Mariana and how they were in charge of the art and owned the gallery.
“I don’t think this damn elevator is working. Let’s take the stairs. Then I can definitely have the cream in that latte. This will count as a workout,” Pamela said as they entered the stairwell.
They were laughing, talking about exercising and the demands on women to look good in certain outfits as they came to the lobby floor entrance.
Aspen went to open the door when she felt a prick to her neck.
She gasped, turned around to see Pamela with the needle in her hand. “Pamela, why?” she asked as she fell against the metal door but didn’t fall to the floor. Aspen held on to the door searching for the handle as the sound of footsteps thumped from the stairwell below.
Pamela gave her the once-over. “They were mine and you came here and took them. Now I’ll comfort them when they find your body and know you’re dead. They’ll be all mine.”
The anger filled Aspen’s belly and then the shock as she saw the two men appear behind Pamela. Aspen was enraged as she swung her fist into Pamela’s face, breaking her nose.
Pamela screamed out as the two men grabbed Aspen and yanked her down the stairs. She was losing her ability to stand and stay conscious. What had Pamela stuck her with?
She tried fighting off the men but couldn’t. She was getting so weak, her legs gave out and then the one guy lifted her up over his shoulder. They pushed open the back door and hurried down the metal stairs to an awaiting van. They tossed her inside, and then they jumped into the front and sped off. She banged on the door and tried to pull it open but it wouldn’t budge.
She was losing focus more and more, but fighting it and trying to think. She grabbed onto her purse that she had over her shoulder. Her cell phone.
The van sped ahead and the men only looked over their shoulder at her a few times through the divider window.
She opened the phone as she fell on her side, her eyes blurry, tears streaming down her cheeks. She could hardy press the buttons.
“Hello? Aspen?”
She heard Storm’s voice.
“Help me.” She said as the van swerved to the left causing her to slide to the right and release the phone before darkness overtook her.
* * * *
“Aspen! Aspen!” Storm yelled out in the board room. They were all there, including the man who owned Sparks Industries now, on the speakerphone. The one remaining anonymous to everyone but Storm.
He looked at his team and the others.
He hit speaker so they could hear.
The sound of Russian voices filtered through the phone.
“Who the fuck is that? They have Aspen?” Winter asked.
Storm covered his mouth with his fingers indicating for Winter and the others to remain quiet.
“That’s Romanian and Russian mixed. That has to be Andrei’s guys,” Zin said.
He heard the man’s voice on the other end of the speaker ask what was going on.
“Someone took her. They have Aspen,” Storm stated.
The speakerphone clicked off and Storm started giving orders as he held the phone out so his team and the others in the room could still listen.
He handed the phone to Weston.
“
You listen carefully to this. See if they give any indication as to where they took Aspen.” Weston nodded as he took the phone and walked to the other room where it was quiet.
“What are we going to do?” York asked.
“That fucking bastard is not going to take our woman from us. He’ll die before he even gets the chance.”
Winter’s phone rang and he answered it.
He looked at Storm.
“It’s Andrei.” He placed it on speaker.
“Give up your territory, Sparks Industries, and Pro-Tech, or your sweet Aspen will succumb to her fate after all.”
“You let her go now, Andrei. You fucking let her go!” York yelled out.
“What the fuck do you mean succumb to her fate?” Storm asked.
“She’s a very beautiful woman. Has a body men would pay a very high price for,” Andrei told them.
“You motherfucker. I’m going to kill you, Andrei. When I get my hands on you, it will bring me great pleasure to squeeze the life from you and watch you die.”
“Poshel na khuy!”
“No, fuck you. You want a blood war? You’ve got yourself a fucking blood war.” Storm disconnected the call. “I want everyone we’ve got. Get on the phone with Dmitri, Zin.”
“I’m on it,” Zin replied.
“We’re doing this? You know what it will mean? No more focusing on going completely legit?” York asked.
“We have no choice. Aspen means more than anything else, but the only way to save her is to take on Andrei and win.”
Weston ran into the room. “They’re taking her on a plane. They’re going to Mexico.”
“Motherfuckers! They’re bringing her back to where she was ten years ago. That sick fuck knows what this will do to Aspen. He knows she won’t be able to handle this a second time!” Zin yelled.
“He said she would succumb to her fate. We don’t have time for anything else but to get to Aspen. This time she’ll be sold as a sex slave. He plans on succeeding,” Storm replied.
“Fuck!” York yelled out.
“Storm, security found Pamela in the stairwell. Her nose is broken and she’s all messed up. She said there were two men waiting in the lower stairwell, and she tried to fight them with Aspen, but she couldn’t.”
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