Bound to Me

by Piper Flynn

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  “Hello?”

  “Hello, kitty Kat.”

  Kat looked down at the cell number displayed on the screen, it was Jack’s number. “Jack?”

  “Jack is otherwise occupied at the moment, my dear.”

  “Who is this?” Kat tried to stay calm, but something was wrong. Her heart started pumping double time as she waited for the man to answer her question. Had Jack been in an accident?

  “This, my sweet slave, is your new master.”

  Kat’s heart practically stopped. “Wha… what do you mean? Who… who is this?

  “Tsk, tsk, kitty Kat. You can fool the rest of good ole Barton, but you can’t fool me. You think I don’t know what you and that disgusting creature who dares to call himself a dominant do?”

  Kat’s head snapped up in a complete panic, what was going on? Who was this man, and what was he doing with Jack’s phone? She looked over to see Connie was staring in her direction.

  “Are you alone, kitty Kat?”

  “No.”

  “If you tell anyone what is going on right now, I’ll slice your pretty pretend Dom open like a fish.”

  Kat couldn’t help the shrill gasp that escaped. Connie’s head sliced back in her direction. Oh my God. She couldn’t let Connie know. This crazy person would kill Jack. Trying her best to smile she waved at Connie. “Sorry, Connie. Emma just got those new shoes we looked at, I’m being all girlie.” She watched in relief as he smiled and turned his head back to the TV.

  “Please don’t hurt him. Just tell me what you want. I don’t have money if that’s what you want, but I can find a way.” Kat was nearing the point of hysteria, this couldn’t seriously be happening.

  The booming laugh that elicited sounded hate filled and mean. “I want you, kitty Kat, not money. Just you.”

  “Why? What? I’m not anyone special.”

  “Kat, you are so special you don’t even know your worth… to me at least. I’ve watched you, studied you. You are going to make a beautiful slave to me. All that pale silky skin makes me hard. I dream of marking you with my whip. Of fucking you until you pass out and then fucking you still.”

  Kat felt vomit pooling in her throat. Oh my God, a maniac had Jack.

  “So what you’re going to do, kitty Kat, is walk out of the house without that big bastard Jack Kincaid keeps with him all the time. You’re going to drive out to the old Short homestead and come inside… and Kat?”

  Kat tried to keep the quiver from her voice. “Yes?”

  “If you don’t come to me, alone, not only will I filet your fuck buddy. I’ll make sure the next time I shoot his brother I’ll kill the bastard. Then I’ll go after his mother, his father and just in case you don’t care for them. I’ll grab little Emma and that crazy bitch Ruth and rape them until they die.”

  The connection severed and Kat couldn’t control the shaking that overtook her body. The phone fell from her hand onto the ceramic tile. “Kat? Everything ok?”

  Oh God, she couldn’t let Alec find out. This insane man had Jack, she had to rescue Jack. “Sorry, Connie. Damn thing slipped right out of my hand. Hey, I think I’m going to run over to Emma’s and check out those shoes. I’m super jealous.”

  “Sure thing, let me lock everything up.”

  No, no, no… Connie couldn’t go with her. “I’ll just wait out in the car for you.” As soon as he was out of sight she ran across to the kitchen and grabbed every key she could find to stall him from following her. Grabbed her keys praying to get to her car before Connie finished. Quietly backing out of the drive, she looked up just in time to see an irate Connie, yelling from the top step. She put the car in drive and peeled out of the driveway going as fast as possible to the Short place on the edge of town.

  Chapter 14

  Jack slowly opened his eyes. Why was he lying in the dirt? He moved to get to his feet and felt the world tilt dangerously, his stomach lurched in warning. Ok, moving was a mistake. Giving himself a moment, he waited until his eyes could focus. It was dark, but he could just make out what looked like an old run down shed. What the fuck was going on? Trying to kick his brain into gear, he thought back to the last thing he remembered. He’d been at the Lodge… then what? Fuck.

  He’d left for some reason. Why though? He’d been busy trying to start the moving process. That’s it! He’d left with a realtor to look at property. What was the guy’s name? He’d gotten out of the car to look at the property when he’d felt a blinding pain and the world disappeared.

  “Finally, you are awake. I was afraid I’d hit you too hard with that lead pipe. I don’t want you to die just yet. She needs to see what I’m capable of doing if she steps out of line. You’ll be the perfect example.”

  Jack looked toward the door. It was the realtor, Stone. He tried to move his arms to get to his feet only to realize he was handcuffed to an old engine block. “What the fuck is going on, Stone?”

  “I was hoping I could scare you out of town by shooting your brother. I didn’t want to kill you. Well, I feel like I need to be honest. I did want to kill you. I just didn’t think killing a wealthy tycoon would be smart. So I was being magnanimous and letting you leave, unscathed. Even though I wanted to hurt you, badly. It pains me to admit I don’t like the thought of you having touched my lovely Kat. You’ve defiled her, taught her she has a choice. Cunts don’t get a choice. They are only good for fucking and hurting, but I’ll show her the error of her ways soon enough. I’ll have to break her before she’ll be a proper slave.”

  Jack felt his stomach hollow out. Kat, he couldn’t be talking about his Kat. “You touch her and I’ll kill you.”

  “Yes, I can see you are so scary right now… handcuffed with what probably is a mild concussion. I could bring her in and fuck her against the wall and you’d do nothing. You’re weak, pathetic.”

  “Kat is here?” Jack pulled at the handcuffs. Not caring he was cutting his wrists open in the process. When he got free he was going to wipe the smug look off that bastard's face.

  “Calm down, Mr. Kincaid. Kat isn’t here… yet. I called her less than an hour ago to let her know where she could find us. She’s on her way right now to save the day.”

  Jack felt his heart slow down. She wasn’t here, thank God. Connie wouldn’t let her out of his sight. She was safe. “Why are you doing this?”

  Stone moved further into the room and sat down on an old bucket. “An acquaintance, well, let’s call a spade a spade. A whore, I fucked mentioned that Kat might be inclined to like what I need. I knew she was lying, but still, it made me think of Kat in a whole new light. So I followed her around, watched her and I must admit, even if she wasn’t slave material I would have taken her.” Stone closed his eyes as if in a pleasant memory and palmed his crotch. “I’ve fantasized about her in so many ways.”

  Eyes snapping open, Stone eyed him impassively. “We belong to the same club, you and me. Or rather we used to, until they kicked me out over hurting a fucking whore.”

  The only club Jack belonged to was… wait. Feeling his body going numb, he realized who he was talking to now. “Master Stone.” The crazy bastard who’d almost eviscerated a young submissive.

  “Bravo! Master Stone is correct. You see I like to hurt women, but it’s so much better when I can train them to like what I give them. To simper, to beg me to be torn from ass to pussy, to cut my initials into their soft bellies. It’s such a rush. Alas, the woman has to be just right. Take that piece of shit over there.”

  Jack looked over to the dark corner Stone pointed to and could just make out what looked like the body of a woman. Fuck, was that Marla, the waitress Kat worked with at Seasons?

  “She had all the necessary holes to fuck, but didn’t enjoy her work. I took her a couple of days ago because some of the things I want to do to Kat might be too much for her body to take. So I thought, no one will miss that little junkie. As you can see it was a good thing I had a trial run or my sweet kitty Kat would have been dead.
I’m not sure what finally did her in, we played for quite some time.” Stone smiled in fond remembrance of all the things he’d done to Marla, fucking cunt. “My guess is the knife I used on certain strategic, tender parts of her toward the end of our session. The body can only lose so much blood before it quits. Lesson learned, if you will. Needless to say, I won’t be doing some of those things to my kitty Kat. Can’t have her dying on me, now can I?”

  They both turned at the sound of tires crunching on gravel. “Well, Mr. Kincaid, it seems the guest of honor has arrived. Don’t worry, we’ll be back to visit you. I do so like an audience.”

  Jack could see behind Stone as he walked out the door. Holy fuck. No way was that Kat’s car. Connie would never have let her leave the cabin alone. He saw a slender figure slipping out of the driver’s side before the door to the old shed closed completely. Jack went crazy, pulling and yanking at the old engine block, unconcerned with the blood coating his hands and arms. There had to be a way out of these fucking cuffs. Looking around for anything he could reach to try and beat or saw them apart, all he saw was the bloody broken body of the woman in the corner. He refused to let that sadistic fuck win, he’d get to Kat.

  Jack had been struggling with the cuffs for going on thirty minutes when the door quietly opened behind him. Expecting to see Stone hauling in Kat, he was surprised to see a large, unfamiliar form standing in the doorway. “Be quiet, mister, calm down and I’ll get you out of there. We have to save Ms. Kat.”

  Lonnie tried not to look into the corner where he knew Marla was lying, dead. He’d been watching that Stone fellow all day, trying to figure out if he’d done something to his friend. Everyone thought he was a dummy, but he knew Stone owned that fancy property business. He figured if he did take Marla, he put her in one of his houses. He’d gotten a bad feeling when Marla had come into Earl’s looking for money. She’d been twitching and looked all dirty. Marla never looked dirty, she liked to stay pretty.

  He’d found her out here in the dirt right before those two cars outside had pulled up. She’d been dead long enough to stiffen up like a board. It had hurt him to look at her. She’d been his friend since they’d been little bitty, then she’d started taking drugs. They’d made her mean and sad on the inside. Lonnie had tried to take what was left of her to the police, but she’d been so stiff and slippery from all the blood he couldn’t hold onto her. When the cars had come, he’d run out into the woods. He was going to sneak in and take her after they’d left. Only they hadn’t left. He’d listened outside the shed to Stone talking to this guy about Ms. Kat. He didn’t want Ms. Kat to end up like Marla.

  Jack focused on the big man in front of him. He looked somewhat familiar. This was the guy that had been speaking to Kat on Ruth’s porch. Kat had said his name… Lonnie. “Lonnie?”

  “That’s my name. How’d you know that, mister?” Lonnie had stepped back as if Jack could hurt him still handcuffed to a four-hundred-pound-or-so engine block.

  “Kat. She told me your name. Can you help me get these things off?”

  Lonnie bent down to study the handcuffs and engine block. “I can’t take the cuffs off of you, but I can cut the chains with these bolt cutters, had them in my car from work.”

  “Whatever you need to do, do it. He has Kat. I need to get her before he hurts her.” Jack tried not to look over in the corner at the mangled remains of Marla. How long had Kat been in the house with that fucking maniac? He was going to fucking spank her ass the moment he got his hands on her and he knew she was safe.

  Both men turned ready to lunge when the door slid open again. Jack almost dropped in relief when he saw Connie. Lonnie turned the heavy bolt cutters, ready to take a swing at his friend’s head. “Whoa. It’s okay, Lonnie, he’s with me.”

  “Your sub needs a good spanking, Jack. She slipped out on me and took all the keys. Took me a minute to hot-wire a car and turn on her car’s tracking device. What the hell’s going on? She got a phone call and the next thing I know she bolted.”

  “I’ll fill you in. We have to move quickly. Master Stone, that sick bastard from the club has her. He’s had her for a while and the man is fucking insane. This is Lonnie. He found me and wants to help.”

  Connie looked over at the large man. He was looking down at his feet bouncing from foot to foot. Wringing his hands. “Then let’s go get Kat.”

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  Kat pulled into the old gravel drive and cut the engine. She felt sick to her stomach. What if he’d hurt Jack? What if Jack was already… ? No, she wouldn’t think about it. She was here. She’d do whatever this nut job wanted to keep Jack and her family safe. Sliding out of the car, she closed the door lightly, trying to not make noise. A light flickered from the old farm house, maybe they were in there. Before she could take a step in that direction a figure came out of the gloom of a broken down shed, moving in her direction. Oh no, it was Mr. Stone, the realtor. He was probably out here checking the light on at his property. He had to leave before the guy on the phone saw him. “Mr. Stone, you have to get out of here.”

  Kat ran over and grabbed his arm, pulling him toward the driveway. He was a lot more muscular than his lanky frame made him seem. “Please, Mr. Stone, hurry before… well just hurry.”

  “Why would I want to leave? I’m right where I want to be. Where I want you to be, kitty Kat.”

  She felt the hair lift on the back of her neck. She started to release his arm only to find herself manacled by hard hands. It was him, the voice on the phone. “Mr. Stone?”

  “Master Stone, Kat, Master Stone to you, my little slave.”

  Kat looked up in horror at the man she’d known forever. “Mr. Stone. I’m not sure what you think…” Kat saw a blur from the corner of her eye and then blackness.

  Andrew caught her when she went down. “Lesson number one, kitty Kat. The name is Master Stone.” He hefted her up into his arms and started walking toward the farmhouse, whistling happily. He wasn’t worried. He’d have her trained in no time.

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  Jack slipped up the porch with Connie going around the back. Lonnie was stationed by the cars in case Stone tried to leave. The authorities had already been called and were on their way. According to Lonnie this old house was twenty miles from any kind of help. Jack wasn’t waiting that long to go in after Kat. He couldn’t hear any noise coming from inside. The door opened soundlessly into a dusty, old-fashioned living room. The only light on in the house was coming from the back. He assumed it was a bedroom just from the layout of the house. His mind refused to entertain the idea he might already be too late and that sick bastard was hurting her. Whatever he’d done to her, they could get through it together.

  Connie came around the corner, signaling Jack all was clear from the back. So, both of them had to be in the bedroom because the cars were still out in the drive. Following the light down the hallway, he rounded the corner of the hallway, stepped through the opened door and came to a stop at the horrific sight in front of him. Kat was naked, bound, gagged, and bleeding from numerous cuts on her torso. Stone was kneeling on the bed next to her, naked and aroused. He was so caught up in what he was doing, he didn’t see the two men enter the room. “We’ll work you up to my initials, sweet kitty Kat. I’ll have to cut deeper and judging by those tears, we have to work on your pain tolerance. It’ll be my pleasure to help you take more.”

  Jack felt rage like he’d never known and flew across the room tackling Stone to the floor. They both tumbled across the floor with enough force to crack the drywall they landed against. Jack felt hot pain sear across his leg and remembered the knife Stone had been using on Kat. Stone followed up with a punch to Jack’s kidney.

  “You hit like a fucking pussy, you sick son of a bitch.” Jack knocked the knife away and elbowed Stone in the nose. Following him over, Jack straddled the bastard and started drilling his face punch after punch after punch.

  Jack didn’t know how long he’d been hitting the twisted son of a bitch, when he
heard Connie yelling. “Christ, Jack, the fucker is out. Quit smashing his face in. What good will you be to Kat, if you’re in jail over killing the bastard?”

  From far away Jack heard Connie, then realized Stone wasn’t moving anymore. Crawling off the limp body, he found Connie holding Kat wrapped up in the blanket from the bed. He took her from his friend and shuddered in absolute relief to feel her arms wrap around him tightly. It was only then she started to sob. Horrible, gut-wrenching sobs that cut him to his soul. Tightening his hold and murmuring nonsense to try to soothe her, he carried her out to his car. Blue lights could be seen in the distance, sirens wailing closer with each second. He deposited her onto his front seat. Sliding to his haunches, he cupped her tear-stained face in his hands. “Kat, sweetheart, look at me. We’re going to the hospital. Whatever he did to you, we’ll get you through it.”

  Through a sob Kat moaned, “He said you were dead. He had eyes, Jack. Beautiful amber eyes in a jar. He, he told me they were yours. I thought you were dead and I didn’t want to live anymore!”

  “I’m right here, sweetheart. Always with you, I’ll never leave you. I swear.” Jack wiped at the tears running down her cheeks. “I need to check your wounds, Kat.”

  Kat clutched the blanket tighter for a moment, then relaxed. He opened the edges and looked at the cuts. They were all shallow, except for one right under her breast. That one needed a stitch or two. Pulling the blanket back around her tightly he palmed her face once again. “I thought I’d lost you. When I saw you pull up I…” Emotion clogged Jack’s throat, making it hard for him to speak. “I’ve never been that scared in my life, Kat.”

  “How’s she doing, Jack?” Kat looked up at Connie. He was looking at her with a concerned frown.

  “Connie, I’m sorry I lied to you. I just couldn’t let him hurt everyone.” Kat dropped her head in shame.