Cruel Masters

by Stone, Piper

“Then we’re going to punish you for your lies,” Dax added.

  “And then, my sweet,” Sebastian stated in a dominating tone. “We’re going to fuck you. In. Every. Single. Hole.” He rubbed his thumb across my lip, sliding it back and forth, rougher with each pass. His smile continued, his gaze ripping through my clothing.

  What? What the hell did he say? I was thrown, my ears ringing. “No… That isn’t going to happen.”

  “You have no choice. You now belong to us.” Sebastian stated the words as if I should have already known and accepted the punishment I was about to face.

  There it was.

  At least one of the assholes had actually issued the words, stating them as if in doing so, it made everything acceptable.

  “Like hell I do,” I snapped.

  Sebastian fisted my hair, wrenching my head with enough force I winced, gritting my teeth. He towered over me by a full six inches and even though I smashed my palms against his chest, he didn’t budge an inch. He was powerful, sculpted like some freaking god.

  He lowered his head, allowing his hot breath to cascade across my face. “Soon, you will learn what happens to liars.” Before I could say anything, he captured my mouth, roughly pushing my lips apart. The moment he swept his tongue inside, I bit down, using all the force I was able.

  With a hard shove, he pushed me back, roaring, the bellowed sound encapsulated by the pressurized space.

  Chase caught me, chuckling darkly under his breath. “She’s more than just a handful.”

  Sebastian narrowed his eyes as he fingered his tongue, taking ragged breaths. Trickles of blood shimmered in the bright light, giving me a feeling of satisfaction.

  I shuddered, doing everything I could to maintain a defiant look.

  “Undress,” Sebastian demanded, the two syllables crisp with demand.

  “Not a chance,” I retorted.

  “Then we’re going to have to do it for you,” Dax stated, his air of authority the most unexpected. I’d seen him as the quiet partner, maybe even out of his league with the other two. But I could tell by the look of hunger in his eyes that he was just like the others.

  Ruthless.

  Cold.

  Savage.

  “And if we have to go to that effort, I assure you that you will be walking off this plane entirely naked. Do I make myself clear?”

  I turned to glare at Chase, searching his eyes for any sense that somewhere inside he was actually a good man. I could find nothing. No glimmer of decency, not a single sign of a conscience. I simply had no choice.

  “What’s it going to be, Kendra?” Sebastian asked with disdain in his tone.

  “Fine,” I whispered, finally looking down. I somehow had to buy time but as soon as it was possible, I’d find a way to escape. “I’ll undress.” My voice was hollow, barely audible.

  “Fine. I suggest you remember your manners. You’re soon going to learn all about respect.” Dax moved toward one of the seats, plopping down while he continued to stare at me.

  I couldn’t stop shaking, my head spinning from what I’d gotten myself into. Turning slightly, I closed my eyes, the fear creating wave after wave of chills. I’d selected a silk blouse and knee-length skirt to wear for a meeting with them, the attire very professional, a pretense to give the three men the sense I was all about business.

  And I’d done exactly what Grace had warned me of. I’d underestimated them.

  Somewhere in the back of my mind I’d known they’d figure out my true identity, but just not this soon.

  “You’re also going to realize that the only other choice you have regarding your future is prison,” Sebastian said almost in passing. “In other words. We. Own. You.”

  His words were definitive, without hesitation. I wanted to do nothing more than rip out his eyes, but I could see no other choice.

  At least for now.

  After turning all the way away from them, I tried my best to unfasten the buttons on my blouse, my fingers fumbling. Ugly tears formed in my eyes from frustration as well as another round of anxiety. But there was still something else even more troubling.

  The desire racing to the very core of my being. I hadn’t been able to get them off my mind since the first day I’d met Sebastian. He had an aura of a true barbarian, taking what he wanted no matter the cost. I’d actually found that attractive in some sick kind of way.

  I managed to finish unbuttoning, my fingers numb as I slipped the silky material off my shoulders, taking my time to fold and place the thin blouse over the back of one of the seats. Everything about this was surreal, further adding to my apprehension.

  As well as my excitement.

  No. No. No!

  The three men remained completely silent as I unzipped my skirt, forced to take several deep breaths before I shimmied the material past my hips. The moment I stepped out of it, I felt Sebastian’s heated presence behind me.

  “Remove your panties and bra, little pet. From now on, you’re getting a spanking in the nude.”

  He was so damn perfunctory with his phrasing, so matter of fact. Still, I had no choice, the flush on my cheeks increasing. I struggled to unsnap my bra, my fingers fumbling. When he took my hands away, taking his time unfastening, tears threatened to slide from my eyes. Very gently he lowered one strap then the other before patting me on the bottom.

  Don’t lash out. Don’t say anything.

  I closed my eyes, shaking the entire time I lowered my bra, tossing without bothering to care where it landed this time. What did it matter? As I wiggled my panties down my legs, I finally heard both Chase and Dax reacting, sucking in their breaths. Maybe they hadn’t been with a woman for a long time. At least the ridiculous thought gave me a short smile.

  “Move to the couch and lean over the back.” Sebastian’s instructions were said without inflection.

  My legs were heavy as I struggled to obey, unable to look the others in the eyes as I passed. The leather was forgiving as I crawled onto it, trying to keep any sound from escaping my mouth. Still, I had difficulty breathing as I stared out the window into the deep blue skies.

  “I’ll handle her discipline.” Chase’s voice was no longer the happy go lucky sounding tone I’d heard before. “You will remain in position or not only will I start again, I will double the number I’m prepared to give you. For now, you’re going to receive thirty.”

  There was no mistaking his actions. The bastard was unfastening his belt. He was going to spank me with a leather strap. While the scene at the club had been horrible, the thought of what pain I’d be forced to endure was almost too much to bear.

  I heard nothing for a few seconds and almost turned around ready to spout off to just get this over with, but I knew I’d be feeding into the way they wanted me to act. Or maybe I knew nothing at all. Finally, I was able to notice his reflection in the thick, scarred glass as he studied me from behind. Without wearing his usual smirk, he appeared hard and savage, his shaggy jet-black hair and lack of expression giving him a brooding look. Maybe the nasty fog from the window was overshadowing things, but he seemed even more dangerous than Sebastian at this moment.

  “You really should learn your place, Kendra. There are evils in this world that could crawl out of the depths of hell to consume you if you’re not careful. And a beautiful girl such as yourself will be devoured.”

  Chase’s words caught me off guard. I wasn’t certain whether he was trying to provide a threat or be poetic in some crazy way. I closed my eyes, my body swaying, my ability to feel his approach just as sickening as the moment.

  Or the ugliness of the punishment he was going to inflict.

  I didn’t deserve any of this.

  A bitter laugh almost escaped from my throat. Maybe in some small way I did. Until the night before, I’d never been punished, at least not in the methods they were determined to use. That didn’t mean I hadn’t endured pain, only the anguish that was truly crippling occurred inside, digging at my guts. It never left, never allowed m
e to feel peace.

  This should be nothing in comparison.

  There were two distinct sounds that pulled me out of my self-loathing: the snap of his wrist and whooshing sound as the belt sliced through the air.

  I could feel the strap connecting with my skin, the harsh sting shifting into the muscles of my thighs, but the lack of pain was confusing. I released the deep breath I’d been holding, digging my nails into the leather in an attempt to maintain my position.

  Chase inched closer, the scent of his cologne wafting into my nostrils. The fragrance was entirely different, wilder and less bold than Sebastian’s, yet it further awakened my senses. I was pulled into a vacuum as he issued two additional strikes, the belt landing each time across my sit spot.

  The sting shifted into a deep burn, but there was no real agony.

  “Open your legs for me,” Chase commanded, his tone also entirely different than before.

  While I did what I was told, I couldn’t stop shivering. Then I felt the caress of his fingers. Was the bastard actually trying to comfort me?

  Fuck you. Fuck you.

  But I didn’t dare say the words.

  I simply endured as the belt was brought down again.

  And again.

  As the sting shifted into something else, pain blooming like a flower in the sunlight on a spring morning, I bit back an agonizing cry. For some reason, I was tossed into the past, visions so ugly that I was unable to stop the tears from falling. I’d spent my entire life fearful of men like this, promising I’d never surrender to monsters like the three men who’d captured me.

  But here I was.

  Surrendering to a version of my nightmares.

  Chase spanked me long and hard and I lost count after the tenth strike. It honestly didn’t matter. My emotions had become a rollercoaster, desire mixing with fear as well as shame. I was wet, my nipples aching, the anguish morphing into an odd sense of pleasure.

  “Five more,” he stated with clear authority, once again rubbing my bottom, gently brushing the tips over my skin.

  The dichotomy of his actions was startling, the jarring sensations significant.

  And as the spanking began again, the strap slicing across the tops of my thighs, I opened my eyes, forcing the memories away.

  I no longer recognized the woman staring back at me in the tiny window, her features distorted.

  Just like her heart and soul.

  Chapter 7

  Sebastian

  Hunger.

  I’d known hunger before, the kind of burn that had left me aching for hours, even days. Because of the intensity, I’d been forced to find something to soothe my needs, my sadistic longings.

  There were always women prepared to offer their submission, surrendering to the masochistic part of them that allowed a man like me to touch them.

  Taste them.

  Whip them.

  But Kendra wasn’t that kind of woman. She was a fragile flower, a vase where pieces had been glued together after a violent incident, and a beautiful musical instrument with broken strings.

  Yet all I could think about was breaking her will, forcing her to surrender. Even what limited soul searching I’d done hadn’t provided any answers as to why.

  Other than I was a sick man.

  I remained unblinking almost the entire time Chase was spanking her. Maybe a part of me didn’t want my best friend to touch her. Maybe I was getting sentimental as I aged. One thing I’d come to realize: she was just as broken inside as I was, although she hid behind her mask of goodness and innocence.

  And here I was determined to strip her of the only real defenses she had.

  When Chase backed away, I was able to see an entirely different look on his face. One of uncertainty. One of… adoration. Both Dax and Chase were taken by her, even though she’d done everything in her power to hide her existence in an effort to continue her lies. However, she hadn’t gone deep enough in her research of my capabilities or the powerful friends that remained close to all three of us.

  There was nowhere anyone could hide in the world where we wouldn’t find them, no identify they could fake. I’d simply made a single phone call and with ten minutes, an email had been sent, complete with the articles she’d written, pictures, and a good portion of her story. That was the confounding part, perhaps another reason the three of us had made the determination to take her out of the States.

  A portion of her past didn’t exist.

  Her sister’s life was exactly the same way.

  I’d become more intrigued than ever. Then there was the type of reporting she did, all after obvious full and very encompassing investigations. Every single article was a retelling of the horrors provided by master criminals.

  And all of them men.

  While only three were men who’d been associated to any degree with a crime syndicate, the others were obviously dirty on some level.

  Congressmen.

  Doctors.

  Prominent judges.

  She’d taken on some of the most powerful men up and down the East Coast. While the information she’d provided certainly wasn’t based on her discovery, I was surprised that her life hadn’t been threatened. Or perhaps it had. From what I could tell, she didn’t seem to care. Perhaps she had a death wish.

  Or a divine reason for her choices.

  Even worse?

  Where the hell did Extreme fit into her criteria of selecting the next venomous criminal to investigate? Were we considered bad men? For many, without a shadow of a doubt. Had I handled certain aspects of business in ways that might be considered criminal activity? Absolutely. I’d also issued threats in order to ensure that my rules were followed. But… There were lines I’d yet to cross. Chase and Dax were, by my standards, more reputable.

  Whatever she was after, I was determined to find. While I enjoyed her company, wanted nothing more than to keep her for all three of us, nothing would get in the way of our business. That was a pledge we’d made years before. No one would be allowed to interfere.

  Especially a gorgeous woman.

  My attention was drawn once again to the beautiful creature, her long hair sweeping back and forth across her back in one damn provocative manner. My cock had ached from the moment I’d seen her in the lobby. I removed my jacket, placing it over the clothes she’d so perfectly laid over the back of one of the seats, able to catch a whiff of her scent.

  She’d even changed her perfume, the infusion of exotic spices hinting of a distant location. I chuckled. She was definitely about to get her wish. As I rolled up my sleeves, Chase turned his head in my direction. His jaw was clenched, his eyes dilated from his own heightened level of hunger.

  It had been a long time since he’d disciplined a woman.

  Dax turned her around to face him, immediately cupping her face. “The things I’m going to do to you are depraved, filthy.”

  Her eyes remained closed, her body trembling. And there was no response. I’d felt her attraction to me the night before, the passion that had embroiled us, becoming combustible. I’d felt the way her pussy yielded for me, accepting my thick cock as I fucked her long and hard. Her whimpers hadn’t been ones of pain or fear. They’d been because of the electricity soaring between us.

  I could almost feel the heat of her body from where I was standing. My mouth was suddenly dry, forcing me to walk to my drink, finishing off the glass. By the time I turned around, Dax had consumed her mouth. There was no doubt the same attraction was shared between them. While her moans were subtle, they filtered into my ears. She reached for Dax’s exposed cock, wrapping her long fingers around the base.

  The electric surge was a jolt to my system, catching my breath for a few seconds.

  Another pang of jealousy sparked something deep inside, a yearning I hadn’t felt the majority of my adult life. Sighing, I moved closer, slowly freeing my cock, stroking the base as Dax broke the kiss, rising to his full height.

  “Suck me, sweet Kendra. Suck my cock.” D
ax’s instructions were immediately followed. As she opened her lovely mouth, wrapping her lips around his cockhead, every muscle in my body tensed.

  I inched closer, twisting my hand around my shaft, the friction allowing some of the tension to release. As she took Dax’s cock down an inch at a time, my actions became more brutal, pumping until the discomfort turned to raw pain. I wanted to feel a moment of anguish.

  Chase closed the distance, fisting her hair and pulled her face toward his throbbing cock. His chest rose and fell as he held her in place. She licked around his cockhead several times before dragging the tip across the seam.

  He let off a strangled hiss, his hold tightening. She continued to lick, moving in zigzags and circles for almost a full minute. “Don’t tease me, Kendra. Suck me. Take every inch of my cock into that hot mouth of yours.”

  I shifted closer, watching from the side, studying every beautiful inch of her body. She was absolutely perfect, her hourglass curves enticing as fuck. With every brutal stroke, my thirst to taste her only increased. However, I also wanted to feel her hot mouth wrapped around my cock.

  Chase tossed his head from side to side as he pumped into her. He was brutal in his actions, and she clawed his legs, struggling to take gasping breaths. Once again, Dax forced her to return to servicing him, only this time taking her hand and wrapping her fingers around his balls.

  A tentative smile crossed her face as she rolled them between her fingers, giving both a hard squeeze. Purring, she lifted his cock, licking down the underside, finally taking one of his testicles into her mouth.

  “Damn, woman,” Dax whispered, jutting his hips forward. She sucked for several seconds before dragging her tongue up the length, engulfing several inches of his cock. He took full control, fucking her mouth in slow and even strokes while she returned her hand to his testicles.

  My balls were tight as drums, my cock leaking pre-cum. I wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer. My heart was already thudding hard against my chest, my vision foggy as hell. The woman did something to me that I wasn’t certain I’d be able to explain.

  But I had to taste her.