Hostage

by Stone, Piper

  “I could never love him or any of you for that matter.” I spat out the words, my hurt and fear wanting him to feel the same.

  An odd smile crossed his face, such sadness in his expression. “I can understand. What needs to occur is the only thing that might buy us some time. While I care for you in my own way, there is no recourse to avoid this, Carina. There’s nothing we can do. If the Raven is behind this, then any infraction will create a cataclysm. He has eyes everywhere and in every walk of life. His people will hunt us down like rabid dogs. I’ve seen exactly what he can and will do.”

  “And if I go along with this?”

  He exhaled, turning to face me. I found myself clinging to him, as if the nasty Russian was a lifeline. I could feel my rapid heartbeat in my ears, the echoes giving me a headache. He tipped my chin, lowering his head. “Then we have some time. For the moment, we are safe. But soon, we will be forced to make a move and I can only hope that you will no longer be our hostage.”

  Aleks leaned further in and I found myself rising onto my tiptoes. I expected a kiss, something powerful and roguish. He simply pressed his lips against my cheek, soft and warm. “You are beautiful, Carina. I would love to get to know you more.”

  I hadn’t realized that he’d left my grasp, moving inside. I’d never felt so terribly alone and utterly frozen to the bone.

  I would have no way of finding out the truth about Aleksandr or his story but I’d heard some of the best liars in the world.

  He wasn’t lying.

  His despair was significant, haunting in a way that had carved out almost every inch of his humanity. He’d simply come along for the ride. A single tear trickled down the side of my face. Everyone had reasons for allowing the demons to take over. I’d been trying to fight them for so long, I’d forgotten that all I was doing was running from them and I was nothing but a shell because of it.

  I closed my eyes, envisioning Ruger. How could a man like Aleksandr understand or embrace the concept of love any longer? I gazed back at the stars, wanting nothing more than for answers to suddenly float into my mind. I continued to go back to exactly what I’d said to myself after being shoved into the van.

  Play the game.

  This was about nothing but buying time. Dear God, help me but this was the only decision I could make. Please, don’t allow me to lose my heart.

  I walked inside, closing the door without making any noise. For a few seconds I was the voyeur, watching them. All three were so rugged, strong men with similar backgrounds. Sexy. Inviting. If this were a fantasy, any girl would be thrilled to be in such delicious company.

  Only I wasn’t just any girl.

  I was their hostage.

  They just might turn out to be my saviors.

  “What do we do now?” I asked as I moved closer. I gathered a sense that all three of them were riddled with uncertainty, even a level of raw fear. I also gathered a whiff of their testosterone, the kind of hunger that romance novels spoke of during times of duress and extreme danger.

  I wanted nothing more than to remain rigid, hating them equally for their actions, but the connection I shared with Ruger had stifled the loathing.

  For now.

  Ruger advanced first after placing his drink on the mantel, tilting his head as he studied my expression. His eyes were embroiled with the same intense hunger as I’d seen in the bathroom, but there was more. He reeked of the need to possess. “We give our hosts exactly what they want.”

  “Punishment and play,” I half whispered, coming to grips with the terms of the ‘deal’.

  “Yes,” he muttered, the tone ripe with husky desire. He took the drink out of my hand, easing it down onto the table.

  Aleks wore his emotions on his sleeve, taking another sip of his drink before easing it down and pressing a button on an iPad.

  The recording had started.

  Another round of utter humiliation.

  A moment of passion forged in time.

  I swallowed, giving Ruger a slight smile.

  “What I want to do to you,” he stated, his tone laced with domination.

  I noticed the other two advancing, all three surrounding me like a pack of wolves, ready to consume their prey. I was blinded with shock and a heady round of shame filtered into my system, swirling around my mind. This was dirty and kinky, horrible and disgusting.

  Delicious and enticing in the most sinful manner.

  There was a slice of blissful excitement bursting within me, a longing for the taste of the dark and dangerous. Still, the humiliation of knowing my nipples were hard and my panties soaked because of my own longing was almost too much for my rational mind to accept. I had to shove aside every concept of right versus wrong.

  Such was the draw of the rough-hewn men, my intense attraction was far too strong.

  Using two fingers, Ruger brushed down the side of my face, trailing them ever so slowly down the length of my arm. He moved behind me, his steps methodical as he continued to slide the tips across my back. “You are so beautiful.”

  I shuddered from his touch, electricity shooting into my very core. He made me feel beautiful, a word I’d rarely heard. I closed my eyes, imagining another time and place, wishing I could simply fall into the fantasy.

  Wishing this could be forever.

  The thought tripped in my mind, leaving my lower legs trembling. How could I think this way?

  Damien closed the distance, cupping my face. His lips were pursed, his breath ragged and there was no doubt what he was thinking. Stripping me of my clothes.

  Baring my naked skin.

  Feasting on every inch.

  Another shiver trickled down my back as he rubbed his thumb back and forth. His touch alone kindled the embers, creating a wafting of extreme heat between my legs.

  My body was betraying me even as my mind fought to stay focused, to push away every emotion surrounding this moment.

  He lowered his head until our lips were only centimeters apart. “We’ll take care of you.”

  I could read the conviction in his eyes, but whatever his care might be, there was a portion he would have no control over.

  Ruger ever so lightly slid his fingertip down my spine to the low ‘V’ of my dress. Growling, he allowed his hot breath to cascade across my shoulders as he slipped his finger under the material.

  I took several shallow breaths, realizing I’d arched my back, forcing my lips to press against Damien’s. I could taste the bourbon as he darted his tongue across the seam of my mouth. His grip firm, he held me in place as he inhaled, issuing the most barbaric sound under his breath.

  Ruger eased the slender strap of my dress down one shoulder, pressing his lips against my neck. He licked up and down, taking his time as he lowered the other side. Within seconds, gravity allowed the silky material to slide to the floor, pooling around my feet.

  I could hear Aleks’ heavy breathing as he inched even closer. Reaching out, he swirled the tip of his finger around my already taut nipple, going around and around in circles, driving me to the point of madness.

  I was on fire, my muscles tensing, darting look after look at the camera. Damien crushed his mouth over mine, dragging my attention away from the horrors of being watched. As he thrust his tongue inside, tasting my essence, Aleks pinched my already hardened bud, creating a slice of pain coursing down the backs of my legs.

  I’d never felt so consumed. My heart raced, sending a shower of goose bumps skittering along every inch of naked skin.

  “You’re a very naughty girl,” Ruger stated with absolute authority. He bit down on the back of my neck until I whimpered into the kiss, clinging to Damien’s arms.

  The kiss was passionate, Damien’s actions becoming more brutal as the intimate moment continued. Our tongues entwined at first, but he wanted utter control. There was no doubt given his ruthless actions, his barbaric needs.

  Damien slipped his finger down the cleft of my ass, raking his nail up and down in a provocative manner. “You’
re going to get a hard spanking for disobeying our rules, for attempting to escape.”

  “Yes, she deserves nothing less,” Aleks half whispered as he twisted and plucked my nipple.

  Stars floated in front of my mind’s eyes, the anguish rattling every muscle in my body. I was lightheaded, my blood boiling. I crawled my hand down Damien’s chest, cupping his cloth covered cock. The feel of his throbbing shaft in my hand was filthy and wonderful, the kind of sin that good girls didn’t partake of.

  I was no longer a good girl.

  I heard what Aleks was saying, knowing much of this was about posturing for the camera. I still couldn’t abate the continued quivers, only this time they shot directly into my aching pussy, my muscles clenching in anticipation. I was wet. I was hungry.

  I was ready to be taken by three savage men, driving me to new heights of euphoria.

  Gone were my inhibitions, the deep-seated concerns. I simply wanted to feel alive again, to enjoy the ravaging round of sex as if there might never be another time.

  Damien made another animalistic sound as he licked around my mouth, tilting back my head until he was able to nip my chin. “See how hard I am for you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Imagine my cock being buried inside your sweet pussy, taking your tight ass.”

  I did just that, envisioning the time from before, the way his thick shaft felt inside. I’d been wet then too, even working through my fear and horror of the experience I’d been attracted to him. To the beast who’d taken me like a wild animal.

  And it was going to happen again.

  Ruger slapped my ass, the smacking sound filtering into my ears. I winced, but only from the realization that some wicked part of me craved the discipline, a harsh round of punishment. I could feel heat rising on my face as another round of shame pulled me to a quiet place. I knew my role. I understood what was expected.

  And I finally just let myself go.

  “Remove your panties,” Ruger directed as he took a step back.

  Damien broke the kiss, nipping my lower lip before walking away, but his eyes never left me.

  Possessive.

  Dangerous.

  Beautiful.

  I was drawn to those ice blue eyes, the ones that had once frightened me. The slight curl on the side of his mouth seemed poised for everything that was going to come next. When he licked his lips, I did the same, smiling in a playful manner.

  “She thinks she’s a little vixen now,” Damien stated, chuckling under his breath.

  “She believes she has some level of control,” Aleks added. “But she’s wrong.” He eased in front of me, glancing up and down. “Kick out of the dress. Lose the heels.”

  “Yes, sir.” The words came more easily than I would have liked. I followed his orders, now standing in my bare feet and a slender pair of lace thongs.

  The moment I moved to cover my breasts, Aleks wrapped his hand around my wrist, pulling down my arm. His expression was dark, his eyes drilling into mine. “None of that,” he whispered. He smiled then gave me a respectful nod before slipping his hand between my legs. “You’re very wet.”

  “Yes.”

  Aleks smacked my pussy, forcing me to jump. “You will show us respect at all times, Carina or your punishment will be much harsher.”

  “Yes, sir.” I could tell the man was reveling in his moment of power, his hunger increasing.

  “Remove your panties.”

  I bit my lip, trying to hold back a moan as I slipped my fingers under the thin elastic of my panties. I caught Damien’s eyes, the predator watching his prey and sensed Ruger’s uneasiness as he waited. His hunger was off the charts, his breathing so ragged. Closing my eyes, I did as I was told, wiggling the slip of material down my legs.

  I heard the snap of his wrist, the ripping sound of material as the panties were yanked from me, as if I wasn’t fast enough in my reactions. My eyes remained open wide, unblinking as Aleks took a step back, admiring his prize. He lifted his arm, swirling his index finger.

  Without making a sound, I turned in a full circle, allowing him to see their prize.

  “Perfect in every way,” Aleks said in a husky tone.

  “Yes,” Ruger offered as he smacked both ass cheeks hard and fast.

  Yelping, I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to cover myself.

  Ruger wrapped his hand around my long strands of hair, forcing my head back in order to look him in the eyes. “Now, you’re going to be spanked. Go to the couch and lean over the back.”

  “Yes, sir.” There was such a twinkle in Ruger’s eyes, as if he was in his realm and savoring every moment. I was mortified, my legs quaking as I walked toward the leather couch. The view would be perfect for my punishment, those who’d ordered the video able to see every second of my blatant humiliation. I held my breath as I crawled onto the soft seats, gripping the back as I bent over. I was able to see my reflection in the floor to ceiling glass, a shadowed version of myself. I could also see the three men, and while their expressions were hidden, their body language told me everything.

  They were enjoying this tremendously.

  My three Masters.

  My three captors.

  My three...lovers.

  I snapped my eyes closed after seeing Ruger unfasten his belt, but I imagined the way he would pull the thick leather from every belt loop. I envisioned the way he’d curl one end around his hand, leaving the strap free. Or perhaps he’d double up the ends, using the loop to create the most anguish.

  I took several gulping breaths but wasn’t able to calm my nerves. I was terrified on one hand, exhilarated on the other and couldn’t stop chastising the vile woman inside who almost craved this. I felt a warm hand caressing my skin, fingers running down my back, darting just past the folds of my pussy. “Oh!”

  The sound seemed to filter into the air, floating all around me. Opening my eyes, the sight of Ruger was breathtaking but sent a roar of anxiety into my system. He was so commanding in his ways, so primal in his needs.

  “You don’t seem to understand that you aren’t in charge of anything any longer. I told you once. You don’t talk without permission. You don’t leave your room without permission. You aren’t allowed to dress without our permission. Do you understand me?”

  The words were so frank, so bold in nature and knew I’d be forced to follow those rules.

  Disciplined if I ignored them.

  Punished if I disrespected them.

  “Yes, sir.” My words were little more than a whisper.

  Ruger issued a long and slow breath as he inserted his fingers deeper into my pussy, using his knees to kick apart my legs. “You are wet.”

  “Yes, very much so. Sir.”

  Dragging his soaked fingers up the crack of my ass, he wiggled them between my ass cheeks as he leaned over. “Soon, every hole will be taken. They belong to us. Every inch of you belongs to us.”

  When his fingers dipped into my dark hole, I stiffened, gripping the back of the couch.

  Chuckling, he patted my bottom before taking a step back. “Ten by each of us for your serious infractions.”

  “Yes...sir.” I knew the spankings from before would be nothing in comparison to this. I gritted my teeth, the anticipation keeping me on edge. I heard the whooshing sound of the belt, and the hard cracking of his wrist a split second before the belt smacked against my bottom. The force was incredible, pushing me against the couch.

  I waited for the pain, the stinging sensations blooming ever so slowly, sliding all the way down the back of my legs. My breath was stolen and before I had any time to react to the anguish, another strike was issued. Then another.

  “Oh!” Dropping my head, stars floated in front of my eyes. I was on fire, my entire backside exploding with heat. “Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” The sounds flew out of my mouth as I gasped for air.

  “You’re doing very well.” Ruger rubbed his fingers in circles around my bottom, brushing gently, but I stiffened again, kicking out my leg
s. “Keep in position.”

  I held my breath once again, cinching my eyes closed as the whooshing sound occurred again.

  And again.

  With every hard smack across my bottom, I jumped, my legs kicking involuntarily. I wiggled to the point Ruger was forced to push his hand against my lower back, simply to keep me in position. He issued another two, one coming after the other and I thought I was going to jump out of my skin. “No. I’ll be good.”

  “Yes, you will.”

  Ruger finished his round, taking his time, the last slap smacked against my upper thighs. I could barely breathe and there was no amount of thinking. I was just lost, my nails digging into the leather as I held on.

  Damien’s massive body loomed in the reflection, his carved muscles creating a huge silhouette. My pussy quivered, giving my desire away and when he inhaled, a smile curling on his face, I clamped my muscles. He knew I was aroused, my own hunger sliding off the charts. Confusion rocketed through me at the same time. How could I be anticipating the second round of punishment and be so wet, so very hot?

  I could feel the heat on my bottom increasing as he rubbed his calloused fingertips across my naked skin.

  “You’ll have difficulty sitting,” he said, as if proud that would be the case.

  A snarl formed on my lips, but I help back, merely trying to concentrate on keeping my position. Damien wasted no time and gave me no mercy as he issued four of the ten in rapid succession.

  I yowled as the pain became blinding, even as my hardened nipples scraped across the textured leather. The dichotomy was intense.

  He touched my skin then issued another two, waiting as I sat down. “Back in position or I’ll add additional strikes.”

  “Yes, sir.” I wasn’t an obedient woman and this was nothing but a clear reminder. I closed my eyes once again, willing my mind into another place as he snapped the belt, issuing the last four in his set.