Girl Enslaved

by Tawny Taylor

  Brad scooped her into his arms and carted her to the bathroom. He set her on her feet just inside the door. “I can help you undress—”

  “Hell no! I’ll do it myself.” This time, she didn’t do such a good job at hiding her irritation. The second he was out of the bathroom, she kicked the door shut. It slammed with a bang. “Back to square one,” she murmured as she struggled to tug her pants down low enough to sit on the toilet. Ten minutes later, when she was finally actually doing what she’d come in to do, Brad knocked.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “I’m fine,” she yelled through the door. “It isn’t easy doing this stuff with your hands cuffed behind your back. You should try it sometime.”

  “I have,” he said.

  “Let me guess.” She yanked on the back of her sweatpants, hopping up and down to try to pull them back up. “You were in prison for kidnapping.”

  “No, it was nothing like that,” he said, laughing.

  The man thought this was funny? There was nothing comical about this situation. Not a darn thing.

  Jamie turned her back to the door, caught the knob in one of her hands and gave it a twist, shuffling forward to pull the door open. As she spun around, she caught Brad, who’d been waiting for her, strolling toward her, looking as if he was ready to haul her back to the bed. “No, no. I can walk.” She indicated the bed with a tip of her head. “I was getting sore, lying down in one position for so long.”

  Brad nodded his understanding. “I can leave your ankles unbound for now.”

  “How kind of you.” Jamie didn’t go to the bed right away, knowing he’d probably chain her down the instant she was sitting. This little bit of freedom was all she’d had for some time. She wasn’t giving it up without a fight. She positioned herself as far from Brad as she could.

  Brad motioned to the tray. “Didn’t you say you were hungry?”

  “I am. But I would be much more comfortable sitting upright, like in a chair, in a dining room. Or better yet, on the couch in the den. I like to watch TV while I eat.”

  Brad shook his head. “You know, that’s not healthy.”

  To hell with health, she was looking for an excuse to get out of this room. “Hey, you want healthy, some fresh air would really stir up the blood and get the digestive juices flowing.”

  “The closest you’re going to the outside is right here, next to this window.” Brad pulled a chair up to the window and pointed at it. “So, sit.”

  Sit? “What do you think I am? A dog?”

  “No, I think you’re a stubborn woman who won’t give a guy a chance. I’m trying to make you comfortable. I’m trying to give you something to eat. But you’re just too damn stubborn to let me. So, if you won’t let me, then I’ll make you.”

  For a guy as big as he was, Brad could sure move fast.

  In a blink, she was back in his arms, being carted over to the chair. He set her down gently, produced some chains from somewhere, secured her arms so she could pull them out to the sides but not in front of her and lifted a quarter of a turkey sandwich to her mouth. “Eat.”

  She didn’t open her mouth.

  He set the sandwich down and gave her an up-and-down look. “Do you want to hear what our plans are for after lunch?” His expression was pure evil.

  Jamie opened her mouth.

  He held her sandwich for her as she took bite after bite. After each nibble, he dabbed her mouth with a napkin. And after that, he lifted her glass to her mouth, sliding the straw between her lips. Finally, after she’d finished her sandwich like a good girl, he spooned some kind of to-die-for chocolate stuff into her mouth.

  She had a foodgasm.

  “Ohmygod, what is this stuff?” she asked between lip smacks and contented sighs.

  “Something Logan made. You know, he’s a chef. Specializes in desserts.”

  “It’s no wonder, if he makes stuff like this.” She opened her mouth, eager for more. When she was rewarded with another bite, she closed her eyes and savored it. “Let me guess, this stuff has a million calories and will put me into a coma if I eat too much?”

  “No, actually, it’s healthier than you think.”

  “I didn’t know healthy could taste this good.” She willingly accepted another spoonful. And another. And another. It was gone much too soon. “Can I have more?”

  Brad’s chuckle was warm and his eyes sparkled. Jamie tried not to notice either. “Later. We have some other things planned for you now.”

  He’d mentioned that before. She was pretty sure she didn’t want to know anything about their evil plans. After all, this was supposed to be a sex threesome. Were they thinking they’d just jump right into it? “You know.” She fake-yawned. “I’m feeling a little sleepy after that big lunch. Maybe I need a nap.”

  “Okay. Come on over to the bed.” He unfastened her wrists from the chains secured to the chair and led her to the bed. But instead of having her lie down on her back, arms and legs spread-eagle, he flipped her onto her stomach.

  How had he known she was a stomach sleeper?

  Logan hurried in and helped him secure her arms and legs again.

  Brad clapped his hands together. “Now the fun begins.”

  Completely at his mercy, Jamie tensed every muscle in her body. “What the heck does that mean? I thought I was going to take a nap.” Dread zinged through her. It wasn’t a particularly pleasant sensation.

  Brad sat on the bed. The mattress sank under his weight, making her body roll slightly toward him. He stilled her by resting a hand on her butt.

  He had some nerve.

  But before she could tell him to remove that hand, Logan, the chef who could create sinfully delicious chocolate works of art, sat on her other side. Now she was feeling even more nervous.

  “I have no idea what you two consider fun. But I’m thinking it might be fun if you unchained me and we had a nice talk about this whole hostage thing. Maybe I could be convinced not to turn you in to the police…in exchange for some more of that chocolate sin in a bowl.”

  Logan chuckled. The sound was low and warm and pleasant. “We can’t let you go yet, but we will, when the time’s right. In the meantime…” He swung a leg over Jamie’s body, straddling her legs. His hands plopped onto her back, which stiffened instantly out of fear. “Relax, baby. We’re here to pamper you, not beat you.”

  “Pamper?” she echoed. When Logan pressed his fingers into a knot at the base of her spine, she groaned. “Oooohhhh.”

  “It would be easier to do this if you took your shirt off,” he said.

  “No way.”

  He slid his hands under her shirt. “That’s fine. I’ll do it this way.” Her shirt slid up. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so there was no strap to work around. He dripped some warm oil on her skin and her eyelids fluttered shut. “You see? It’s much better with the oil.”

  “Yes, much, much better,” she murmured.

  Brad picked up one of her feet and started massaging the sole.

  She sighed. She moaned.

  Maybe this threesome thing wouldn’t be so bad. If it didn’t involve sex. She could use some pampering. Some massages. Some more chocolate. A nice, long bath in that spa-like bathroom. “Ohmygod, does that feel good.”

  “If you think this is nice, just wait. We’re only getting started,” Brad said.

  “I like the sound of that. What’s next? My leg muscles are pretty sore.”

  Twenty minutes later, she was still chained to the bed. But she was shirtless and pantsless—she still had on underwear—and there wasn’t a single tense muscle in her back, shoulders, legs or feet. She smelled like vanilla and cherries.

  Nobody had touched her butt. Nobody had touched her pussy. And of course, because she was lying on her stomach, no one had touched her breasts either. It had been a very pleasant, very proper massage.

  The guys stopped rubbing.

  Lying on the bed in contented bliss, she muttered, “Thanks, that was fabulous. A wonderf
ul surprise. It’s been ages since I’ve had a good massage.”

  “Glad you enjoyed it,” said Brad.

  The rustle of material made her eyelids snap open. Regardless, she said, “Whew, am I tired now. I’ll be asleep in seconds. You know, I had a rough night—”

  “Mmmm,” Logan said from somewhere close by. “I don’t think you’ll be sleeping that soon.”

  So much for that backrub. Now she was tight all over again. It wasn’t a pleasant kind of tight either. It was an anxious kind. She turned her head just in time to watch a nude Logan saunter toward the bed. Her gaze locked on his broad chest for a heartbeat or two, traveled down the lumpy, bumpy landscape of his tight abs to land on one very large, very erect penis.

  “What are you doing?” she shouted.

  “Getting comfortable.” Logan climbed onto the mattress.

  The opposite side of the bed sank as somebody else climbed aboard from that direction. She guessed Brad was naked too.

  She was chained to a bed. And there were two nude men with her. She could guess what would happen next.

  The fact her pussy twitched at that thought didn’t make her feel better about the situation. Not one little bit.

  “I can handle the backrub. But…” Her voice trailed off as something wet and warm trailed up her spine, from the base to the nape of her neck. In its slick path lingered a tingly cool dampness.

  Had someone…licked her?

  Her pussy clenched harder.

  “You taste sweeter than any dessert,” Brad murmured in her ear. Based on the heat radiating over her back, she guessed he was on all fours, holding himself over top of her. His breath fanned over her left shoulder. Her skin prickled. Goose bumps erupted over her entire upper back.

  “Time out,” she said, fighting a shudder.

  Logan flicked his tongue on the tickly spot on the back of her knee, and her right leg tightened up.

  “Time outttt,” she repeated.

  “Damn, you taste good. I want to lick every inch of your body,” Logan said.

  A good portion of her body decided that sounded really good. The gray matter in her skull was the only part that didn’t. “That’s not me. It’s the flavored oil you used.”

  Brad nibbled on her earlobe. “You said it’s been a long time since you’ve had a ‘good’ massage. We’re just making up for lost time.”

  “Good doesn’t necessarily have to mean tongues,” she stated, a shiver quaking up her spine. Did he know how sensitive her earlobes were or…? “Ohhhhh.” A wave of heat rippled through her body as his tongue found the special spot on her neck, just under her ear. The entire left side of her body tensed.

  Then a hard, hot male body eased down on top of her. A thick cock pillowed on her buttocks. Her butt cheeks tensed. Her back and legs did too. She dragged in a deep breath. “What’s this? A full-body rub?”

  “You looked cold.” That was Brad’s voice.

  “How thoughtful of you. But wouldn’t it have made more sense to throw a blanket over me?”

  He rocked his hips forward, rubbing the rigid length of his erection against her bottom. “Maybe. But not as much fun.”

  “Maybe not for you.”

  Brad bit her shoulder. Not hard. Just right. Just hard enough to feel good. “It’ll be fun for you too. You’ll see.”

  She was seeing that already. But she wasn’t about to tell him. It might encourage him to do something else, like take off her panties and touch her down there, where her tissues were swelling and getting warm and sticky and wet.

  God, she was a wanton sex fiend!

  Slut!

  Chapter Four

  It was time to take the next step in Jamie’s training.

  Logan’s blood simmered through his body as he alternatively licked Jamie’s ankle and calf and rubbed them with strong, sure hands. Nimble fingers worked out kinks as an equally agile tongue stirred up new ones. Up he worked, from her slender ankle to her smooth-shaven calf while he watched Brad kiss a path from her shoulder, along her collarbone and up the side of her neck.

  She turned her head just before Brad kissed her mouth.

  Brad chuckled.

  So did Logan.

  Jamie was one wicked little tease. He couldn’t wait to punish her.

  That, they would do. He and Brad would tease and torment her until their fiery little submissive begged for release. And then they’d tease and torment her some more.

  She would thank them later. They always did.

  Logan watched her body, reading every sign as he nipped and licked his way farther north. He watched as a coat of goose bumps erupted over her entire body. He heard the sweet sounds of her little gasps and moans. He inhaled the scent of her arousal, drinking it in deeply.

  His eyes on his ultimate target destination, her sweet center, he worked up the back of her thigh. He massaged. He caressed. He licked and nibbled and tickled. She trembled and whimpered and, occasionally, gasped. Not once did she say stop. Not once did she say no.

  Finally, his fingertip grazed the drenched satin covering her labia. A wave of wanting crashed through him and his mouth watered at the thought of tasting her. He warmed the crotch with his breath, inhaling her scent deep into his lungs, drinking it in, tasting it in the air. So sweet. So intoxicating. Unable to stop himself, unwilling to try, he opened his mouth and closed it over her covered mound, flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth across the satin barrier. He needed that scrap of material gone. Now. But he didn’t want to move too quickly.

  Instead, he tugged it aside with a hooked finger. Her pouting nether lips glistened with her juices. He licked every droplet away, dipping his tongue into every crease. Her groans grew louder with every stroke of his tongue. Her pussy wetter. His cock harder. Balls tighter.

  How long could he endure this torment?

  He pushed a finger into her clenching canal. Her slick tissues clamped around it, pulling it deeper. How fucking incredible would that feel if it was his cock instead?

  Soon. He would have the answer to that question soon.

  He parted her ass cheeks, taking a long, hungry look at her puckered anus. By the end of the week, he’d know what it felt like to fuck her there too. In her tight little hole. While Brad’s cock filled her pussy.

  And hopefully, by the end of the week, Jamie would come to appreciate all the joys of submission.

  Yes, oh yes, this was going to be a week to remember.

  Ohmygod, I’m going to hate myself for this later.

  Jamie was in the midst of a battle between raging lust holding her body captive and guilt eating away at her mind. She was lying face down, spread-eagle on the bed, powerless, helpless, while two men were licking, stroking, tormenting every inch of her body, including her pussy. She was in heaven and hell, both. Anxious for them to bring her to climax and just as anxious for them to stop touching her entirely.

  Why, oh why, had her mother raised her to feel so guilty about everything?

  Of course, she was too entrenched in the desire Logan and Brad’s hands and mouths stirred right now to even try to come up with an answer to that question.

  “You’re burning up,” Brad murmured against her shoulder. He nibbled lightly, the pleasure-pain adding yet another layer of sensation. She was drowning in sensation. The sounds. The touches. The smells. Too many to process all at once. They were combining, melding into one churning mass. She felt as if she were floating in the middle of it, being carried far, far away from everything. The voice in her head was growing dimmer, dimmer.

  “Burning,” she echoed, rocking her hips back and forth. Her clit chafed against the bed. So good.

  Something cool dribbled between her ass cheeks. A touch followed. But she was too overcome with need to care. Brad was kissing her now. His tongue was stabbing in and out of her mouth, a sweet, intoxicating invasion. One of his hands was sliding between her body and the mattress. His fingertips found her nipple. Pinched. More pleasure-pain. More need.

  “P
lease,” she murmured.

  “Please what?” Brad whispered into her ear. “Please paddle that perfect ass of yours until you scream with pleasure?”

  Her body tightened at his words. Her pussy clamped around the finger gliding in and out of her canal. Something poked at her anus. The ring of muscles burned. But the pain felt so good. She didn’t want it to stop. She relaxed the muscle and whatever had been prodding at it slipped inside. Shallow at first. Then deeper. Yes, deeper. Another finger thrust into her pussy. Now they moved as one, the thing in her ass, the fingers in her cunt. In and out. In and out. Her legs cramped. Her stomach knotted. Her arms and legs trembled.

  “We’re going to tease you like this, over and over,” Brad said. “We’re going to make you lose control. Again. And again. We won’t give up until you stop fighting it.”

  Something inside her snapped. She screamed as a violent orgasm tore through her body, putting every muscle into spasm. She shook and trembled and quaked, thrashed about in a wave of unrelenting pleasure. Slowly, the wave eased to a ripple. Gradually the pleasure faded to a twitching tingle.

  “Ohmygod,” she said, realizing her face was buried in the mattress.

  What these two had done to her. How they’d made her feel. Powerless and vulnerable and so, so hot. She’d never experienced anything like it before. She’d never imagined she’d react this way to being tied down and seduced. There was something insanely erotic about that.

  She realized, rather belatedly, she’d been freed from the shackles. Brad pulled her into his arms, cradling her against him. He smoothed her damp hair back from her still-flushed face.

  Logan, who she hadn’t realized had left them, sat on the bed and handed her a cold bottle of water. His cock was still thick and hard. And a droplet of pre-cum glistened at the tip.

  They had been completely attentive to her needs, hadn’t taken the time to care for their own.

  When had that ever happened before? Never.

  She accepted with a guilty smile. “Thank you.” Her arm shook as she lifted the bottle to her mouth. Brad, who must have noticed, curled his fingers around her hand and supported it as she tipped the bottle back and took a drink.