Girl Enslaved

by Tawny Taylor

“No. My clothes are okay, I think. They might smell a little smoky. The explosion took out my kitchen-slash-dining nook wall, so my apartment’s full of smoke and dust.” She watched the big fire truck roll away. “Looks like things are winding down. Maybe they’ll let me go in and get a few things.”

  “Okay, go pack. Let me see what I have open. I’ll call you back in a few.”

  Jamie stood, stretched. “You’re a lifesaver.”

  “It’s my pleasure.”

  After getting the all-clear from the fire and police departments, Jamie headed into her flooded apartment and threw some clothes, makeup, personal items and a few books into a suitcase. Kelsey called her back just as she was dragging the heavy luggage out into the hall.

  “You’re all set. Do you have something to write with?” Kelsey asked, sounding a lot more awake and alert now.

  Jamie dug into her purse, found an old grocery list and pen. “Yep. Go ahead.”

  Her friend rattled off an address in a fairly affluent suburb—evidently, she was taking full advantage of the local real estate buyer’s market. Smart girl. The key would be in a hollow rock in the front flowerbed. Jamie thanked her and clicked off, shoved her phone into her purse and lumbered out to her car.

  Forty minutes later, she pulled in front of a ranch nestled in the center of a wooded lot on a winding private road. Anxious to get settled, she scrambled out of the car. It was a pretty little house. Well maintained. And private. She was almost glad her stupid neighbor had blown his place up now.

  She schlepped her luggage up to the house and let herself in.

  The home was furnished and had clearly been renovated. The décor was chic and sophisticated, the furnishings well-made and practically off-the-showroom-floor pristine. With her suitcase rolling behind her, over polished wood floors, she wandered into the gorgeous master bedroom.

  Now that was some bed.

  It was enormous. King-sized. A four-poster with some frothy material draped over the canopy frame on top. She traced the carved groove on the footboard with a fingertip.

  The bedroom door slammed shut.

  She jumped.

  What was that? The wind?

  She hustled to the door, grabbed the knob and twisted it. It didn’t turn.

  What the hell?

  She tried it a few more times. No luck. She checked the room’s other doors, thinking maybe there was a second exit. No deal. She checked the window. It was shut. And it wasn’t opening.

  “Well, shit.” She slumped onto the bed. “This is getting better and better.” Annoyed and wondering how she’d explain to Kelsey how she’d locked herself into a bedroom, she dialed her friend’s number on her cell.

  No answer.

  “Dammit.” She tossed her phone on the bed and, for the heck of it, tried the door again. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear it was locked. From the outside. She fiddled with the locking mechanism. It wouldn’t turn.

  Back to option B.

  She headed back to the window.

  She pushed. She pulled. She shouted every curse word she knew and tore her fingernails to the quick, digging her fingers under the sash. It didn’t budge.

  “Well hell!” She flung herself onto the bed. Very annoyed but even more exhausted, she closed her eyes.

  So what if the door was stuck? She didn’t need to go anywhere now. Right? She had access to a bathroom. She had her phone. And her clothes. It was some ridiculous hour of the morning. She certainly wasn’t going to tromp around town. And her folks weren’t expecting her until tomorrow. She’d get in touch with Kelsey later and explain the situation. Kelsey would send someone over to get the door open and everything would be okay.

  Yes. She didn’t need to stress about this now. What she needed was sleep. Lots of it.

  * * * * *

  Jamie woke sometime later. Checked the clock. It was after ten. She never slept that late. Then again, she didn’t normally run around at three in the morning, either. She padded into the bathroom and took care of some personal issues then stumbled back out to the bedroom.

  She halted midway between the bathroom and the bed. There was a tray sitting on the dresser. A tray with food.

  That hadn’t been there before.

  She dashed to the door and tried it. Locked.

  Her heart rate kicked into overdrive. What was going on?

  She raced to the bed and searched the creases and folds of the mussed comforter, looking for her phone. It wasn’t there. She checked the floor. Not there either. She ripped all the bedding off the mattress. No luck. She dumped all the contents of her purse out on the naked Serta. Her phone wasn’t there either.

  Jamie felt sick.

  Was this some sort of twisted joke? Kelsey had a strange sense of humor, but never had she done anything like this. Not to mention, how could she have planned all this ahead of time? The explosion, which couldn’t have been anticipated, was key to her needing a place to stay.

  Something thumped in the hall outside. Jamie sprinted across the room and pounded on the door, shouting, “Is someone there? Hello!” at the top of her lungs. After about five minutes of that, her voice sounded like her aunt Jean’s. Aunt Jean had been a three-pack-a-day smoker since the ’50s.

  Breathless, she leaned back against the door. Her legs were wobbly. She let her knees buckle and she slowly sank to the floor.

  This was too weird for words.

  Someone had locked her in here? Why?

  Bewildered, she stared at the mountain of rumpled bedding on the floor, then at the window that wouldn’t open, then at the locked door and finally at the tray. She was too freaked out to be hungry, but she could sure use some caffeine, something to wake her up a little and get her synapses firing.

  If this was Kelsey’s doing—who else could it be?—there would be hell to pay.

  Thanks to her nerves and a smidge of fury, Jamie’s legs were on the al dente side as she tottered toward the dresser. Before she made it across the room, the doorknob jiggled. The lock rattled. And the door swung open.

  She spun around, ready to give her friend a piece of her mind.

  But the person who stepped through the door wasn’t her friend. It…he…was the last person she could imagine.

  What was going on?

  Her eyes drank in the sight of her captor’s thickly muscled body, his familiar, angled features, sharp eyes and tussled wavy hair. Her heart jumped. Her face flushed.

  Furious and confused, she stomped up to him, chin held high, hoping she looked more angry than scared. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  Their little minx was fired up. That didn’t surprise Logan Burk. What did surprise him was the effect her anger had on his cock. The fire in her eyes had sparked a blaze in his blood. His cock was lengthening, thickening, testing the seams of his trousers already.

  This was going to be a week to remember. For all of them.

  “Well?” she spat. “How dare you lock me up! Aren’t you going to explain why? Aren’t you going to say something?”

  Logan had no interest in explaining anything. Nor did he have any interest in speaking. What he did want to do was kiss her. And, based upon her dilated pupils and the hard nipples poking at the front of her t-shirt, he was fairly confident she wanted that too.

  And so he hauled her against him and slanted his mouth over hers.

  She clamped her lips tight.

  She wriggled.

  She beat her little fists on his chest.

  And then, when his tongue traced the seam of her mouth, she surrendered.

  He slid one hand around the back of her head, supporting it. His fingers combed through the silken length of her hair, tugging it out of the loose ponytail at her nape. The weight of the waves tumbled over her shoulders as a wave of heat tumbled through his body.

  Her lips parted and he slipped his tongue into the warm depths of her mouth, drinking in her sweet flavor. She shifted her weight, pressing her soft body against his, and it was his turn to gr
oan. Damn, that felt good. Right.

  The waiting was over. This little woman was in his arms. At last.

  But he had a feeling it wouldn’t be smooth sailing from here.

  She shoved against him, staggering out of his arms. She narrowed her eyes.

  Yep, not time to call it a victory yet.

  His new, sexy submissive swung an open hand at his head, striking his cheek. “You bastard!” She wound up to take another shot at him. This time he stopped her, catching her wrist and pinning it behind her back. Her first lesson in submission―he was in control. Always. He jerked her against him again and she stood there, her breasts rising and falling swiftly as she puffed and huffed and gritted her teeth. “I can’t believe this.”

  “What can’t you believe?”

  “This is Kelsey’s doing, isn’t it?”

  “She helped us a little.”

  Jamie’s beautiful eyes widened. “Us? As in plural? You and somebody else or you and me?” A stray lock of hair drifted down over her face. She blew at it.

  “Me and Brad.” He tucked the hair behind her ear then let his index finger trace the line of her jaw. He’d noticed her before. At Nitro’s. Lots of times. But he’d avoided approaching her there, knowing how most women felt about being picked up at a gym. He’d waited for his opportunity, hoping he’d someday run into this sweet, hot woman somewhere else, somewhere safe. It hadn’t happened.

  And then her friend Kelsey came into Nitro’s. She told him about her plan. Asked if he and his best friend Brad were interested in making Jamie’s secret fantasy come true. Of course, they both said hell yes, but with an added twist. And here they were.

  Things hadn’t gone exactly as they’d originally planned, but in the long run, he had a feeling this situation would work out even better.

  Jamie pulled on her wrist. “Would you let me go now? I promise I won’t hit you again. There’s been a misunderstanding.”

  He released her and she hurried over to her suitcase and started stuffing her clothes back inside. Highly amused and still sporting a painful hard-on, Logan watched her zip it shut and drag it toward the door. “I think I’ll head home now.” She grabbed the knob and tried to give it a twist. She glared at him. “Open the door.”

  He crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re not leaving.”

  “Oh yes I am.”

  He shook his head.

  Her sweet little face turned deep crimson. Fury flared in her eyes. Her body tightened. Her fingers curled into fists. “If you don’t let me go right now, you’ll spend the rest of your life in prison for kidnapping me.”

  “You need more rest.” He took up the tray and started toward the exit.

  She stood sentry in front of it.

  He gave her a warning scowl. “I’m trying to be patient and understanding. But I have my limits, Jamie. If you don’t step out of my way and let me pass, I’ll have no choice but to restrain you.”

  “Fuck you.” She didn’t move.

  Clearly, they were still working on lesson one.

  He tried to nudge her out of his way. It didn’t work. With no regret, he calmly set down the tray, threw her over his shoulder, plopped her on the bed and, using his body weight to hold her wriggling, writhing body still, secured her wrists and ankles in the straps he’d bolted to the four bedposts.

  She called him every name in the book, and a few he’d never heard before. But it was easy for him to ignore her outburst. She was angry now. He had no doubt she’d turn him in to the cops if he let her go. But in a short time, any thought of pressing charges would be burned from her mind.

  She didn’t know it yet, but she was going to have the most erotically exquisite week of her life. There was no way in hell he was going to deny her the pleasure of exploring D/s with him and Brad. They were both experienced with training newbie subs. Patient. Gentle. Forgiving. He had no doubt she’d be grateful when the week was over.

  He flipped open one of the foam cartons and scooped up a forkful of eggs. “Hungry?” he asked.

  “Fuck you.”

  Not at all surprised by her response, he ate the eggs, set the fork down and closed the carton. “Okay. If there’s nothing else, I guess I’ll head out.” Lifting the tray, he turned toward the door. He made it all the way across the room before she stopped him.

  “Wait,” she said, just as he was about to leave. “My friend Kelsey is crazy. She has no idea what she’s doing. I don’t know what she told you, but I’m not interested. In anything. Period.”

  Standing just inside the door, he arched his brow in disbelief. She might be saying so much with her mouth. But every other part of her body was telling him something else.

  He liked what her body was saying a lot better.

  She took a few visibly deep breaths. “There is absolutely no way I’m going to do anything with you and Bob.”

  “It’s Brad. Brad Ransom.”

  “Whatever. Brad. Fine. There’s no way I’d do anything with anyone. Got it?” She worried her kiss-swollen lips with her teeth. “I mean, beyond what I’ve already done.” Those lips had been delicious. He couldn’t wait to kiss her again. Soon. He’d do more than that too. “You see, I’m not that kind of girl. I don’t sleep with men I don’t know.”

  “But you do know me,” he pointed out, placing the tray on the dresser again to free his hands.

  She shook her head. “I—I don’t even know your name.”

  “If that’s your only hang-up…” He returned to the bed, slipping his hand in hers. “My name’s Logan Burk.”

  She gave it a little shake. Her range of motion was limited, thanks to the restraints. “Okay, so I know your name. Big effing deal. That’s still not enough. I mean, I didn’t sleep with my last boyfriend until we’d been dating for a whole month.”

  “Damn.” His hard cock didn’t like hearing that. But it sure did appreciate the sight of her lithe form lying on the bed like this, arms and legs spread-eagle.

  “So you see?” She lifted pleading eyes to him. “You’ve got the wrong girl. I’m not the kind who’d do anything with two men.”

  He shrugged.

  She shook her arms, testing the bindings securing them. “Come on! Be reasonable.”

  “I am. You’re the one who isn’t being reasonable.” He swung a leg over her body and angled his chest over hers, supporting his weight with his bent arms. She jerked her head to the side just before he lowered his mouth to hers. Smiling, he traced the whorl of her ear with the tip of his tongue. “You know what I think?”

  “No.”

  “You’re letting your fear control you.”

  “That’s stupid.” Her body tightened beneath his. “I’m not scared of you.”

  “I didn’t say you were. You’re scared of yourself.” He plunged his tongue into her ear and she trembled, sucking in an audible breath. “And I’m not going to let you leave until that fear is gone. For good,” he whispered, watching her skin pucker with goose bumps. He nipped her earlobe, then forcing himself to leave her, sauntered toward the door, feeling her eyes on him.

  A chorus of colorful expletives followed him out into the hallway.

  Brad gave him a knowing smile as Logan closed the bedroom door. “I see that went well.”

  “Exactly as I expected.”

  Chapter Three

  If those bastards thought she was going to play along with their twisted game, they were oh so in for a surprise. A big one. Jamie spent the next three hours planning her escape. And her revenge. At first she’d been willing to give the boys the benefit of the doubt, thinking they’d been the victims of her manipulating former best friend. But not any longer. If anything, they were guiltier than Kelsey. After all, she’d had no opportunity to tell Kelsey this whole thing was insane. But she’d told them what she thought. And still they’d chained her down, refusing to let her go.

  She couldn’t remember ever being so furious. She wanted to cause pain. Severe, excruciating agony. Brad and Logan had no idea what
they were in for.

  At twelve on the dot, Brad came skulking in with her lunch, like the Neanderthal he was. She played it cool, doing her best to hide her raging fury behind what she hoped was a convincing smile.

  “It’s about time. A girl could starve around here,” she said, shooting for a teasing tone and missing her target slightly.

  Brad frowned. “I’m sorry. There was a problem—”

  “Hey, I was only kidding.” She rattled the chains strapped to her arms. “Now how about getting me out of these so I can eat?”

  Brad’s frown deepened. “No, I think we’ll keep you in them for a little while longer. I can loosen them so you can sit up if you want.”

  Was he serious?

  She felt her jaw clench and made a conscious effort to unclench it. “Okay,” she said, trying not to sound pissed. If she was going to have any hope of getting out of this situation, she would need to gain Brad’s and Logan’s trust. That was clearly going to take some time. While Brad went to work on the chains, Jamie said, “Look, I’m sorry I hit Logan earlier. I’ve never lost control like that before.”

  “It’s okay. He said it didn’t hurt.”

  That statement stung a little. She’d hit him as hard as she could.

  Her plans for vengeance might need some rethinking.

  “Glad to hear that,” she lied.

  “I think that should be good enough. Go ahead and sit up.” Brad popped up from behind the opposite side of the bed. Jamie scooted caterpillar style toward the headboard and tried to wriggle into a sitting position. “Hang on. I’ll help you.” Brad bounced onto the bed, clapped his hands around her waist and dragged her up until she was semireclined on a pile of pillows stacked against the headboard. “There. Comfortable?”

  “Almost.”

  With worried eyes, Brad checked her head-to-toe. “What’s wrong?”

  She winced. “I need to use the bathroom. I drank a lot of coffee earlier.”

  “Oh. Sure.” Brad fiddled with the cuffs on Jamie’s wrists, pulling them behind her back. “Okay. There you go. Hang on, I’ll get your ankles.”

  Jamie tried to pull her hands apart. She couldn’t. “Um, I think you did something—whoa!”