by Nicole Casey
“Now that I’m what? Pathetic and broken? Too weak to take care of myself? Is that what you were going to say?” I don’t know why I was getting angry, but I refused to let him do this on his own just because I was a wreck.
“No Pet, that isn’t what I was going to say,” he said. His voice was calm and cold, and it instilled me with the strong urge to lower myself down onto my knees, but I didn’t.
“Then what? Now that I’m…what?”
“My world. Now that you’re my world, I have no intention of lying down and dying. I don’t know how the hell I could ever possibly deserve you. Hell, I’m not convinced you’re not going to wake up one day and realize what a monster I am. But for however long you’re here, I don’t plan on missing it because I’m dead.”
“Oh.” My cheeks flamed hot and I felt like an idiot for exploding like I did. I dropped to my knees. “I’m sorry, Master. But still, I can’t do nothing.”
He chuckled. “You can’t argue with me on your knees, Pet. It still makes you just as defiant.” His fingers stroked my hair. “You’re not going to do nothing. I’m going to keep you quite busy for the next several days, and then you’re going to get on a plane that will put thousands of miles between you and Mateo Lopez.”
I opened my mouth to argue but then clamped it shut. I didn’t even know what he was planning. I needed to know that first, didn’t I? So, I nodded, though there was no punishment he could inflict that could possibly stop me from doing whatever I could to help him—with or without his consent.
“Good. Now, you must be hungry, so I’m going to feed you while I tell you what’s going on. Maybe with your mouth full, you’ll be less inclined to argue.”
He reached for the tray on the night table and came to sit on the edge of the bed where he’d sat not long before. Heat rushed through me at the memory—laying across his lap, seeing our reflection in the mirror, feeling the sting of his hand, every slap sending my body into exquisite overdrive. It was strange and conflicting how my body responded. I should hate it. After the violence I’d suffered, I should loathe it, but I didn’t. It was my choice this time. And nothing felt more right than submitting to both the pain and pleasure Derek could bring. If I wasn’t still rattled over those men and what their presence meant, I’d be tempted to provoke him again.
Instead, though, I knelt patiently and opened my mouth when Derek’s fingers pressed against my lips. Then I had to stifle a laugh at the absurdity of the taste in my mouth. In the midst of finding ourselves thrust into yet another nightmare, he was feeding me caramel corn—my favorite food from when I was a child. How could he possibly remember that?
“There’s a lot I never forgot,” he said, though I hadn’t said a word.
Before I could respond, he’d switched to real food and his tone became serious. “Lopez wants me to fill in for Marcos. At the end of the week, someone important is supposed to be arriving at a private airstrip two-hundred miles from here. He wants me to be there to meet him.”
“But you don’t believe him, Master?”
“I believe he wants me at that location, but I don’t believe it’s for any kind of meeting—not the kind everyone walks away from.”
“Are you sure, Master?” It was a stupid question; I realized it the moment the words were out. Derek wasn’t the type of man who operated on guesses.
“I’m sure. I’ve known men like him for a long time. I am like those men…and it’s what I would do to get an enemy out of his comfort zone and vulnerable.”
“You aren’t like them,” I whispered vehemently.
“And you’re supposed to be too busy eating to argue, Pet.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but he pushed more food past my lips, so I didn’t push the issue. But a moment passed, and he’d said nothing further. Nothing about what he was planning.
“What are you going to do, Master?”
He heaved a heavy sigh. “I’m going to go to that meeting and I’m going to kill them all.” There was no doubt in his tone. He didn’t even sound angry. He sounded…certain.
The rest of the meal passed in silence. I wanted to ask him about how he was going to do it, but if I was going to push my luck with questions, I needed them to find out how he intended to put me on a plane—so I could thwart his efforts. I had no idea how I could help yet, but one thing I knew for certain—there was no way in hell I was going to be on that plane.
“I can see what you’re thinking, Pet. Don’t make me show you what I’ll do to you if you try to defy me on this.”
OK, another thing I knew for certain: I had to figure out how to keep my face from giving away what was going on in my head.
He heaved another heavy sigh and set the empty tray aside. “It seems I’m going to have to give you a small sample of that to help dissuade you.”
Uh oh. This didn’t sound like the ‘put me over his knee and spank me until I come’ variety of punishments.
“Stand up and take off the nightgown.”
Suddenly, I was hopping to my feet to show my complacency, not certain I was going to like this variety of punishment.
“Stretch your arms above your head and stand against the post at the foot of the bed.”
Since the bed was a four-poster, there were two posts at the foot of the bed. I didn’t think it mattered to him which one I stood in front of though.
“Face the post.”
I turned toward the bed, but then he strode to the closet and disappeared inside. When he emerged a moment later, he was carrying a handful of belts. I started to tremble and had to lock my knees to stay upright.
Instead of whipping me with them though, he leaned in close. “Move closer to the post, Pet, until your sexy, little pussy presses against it.”
His breath against my neck made me shiver, but I moved closer until the cool wood of the post rubbed against my clit. A different kind of shiver raced through me. Then he was wrapping one of the belts around my wrists and the top of the post, shackling me in place. I thought he was done when he tugged on my wrists and they wouldn’t budge, but he grabbed another belt from where he’d dropped them on the bed.
I tried to brace for impact, but it never came. Instead, I felt the leather across my breasts, gently wrapping around them. He pulled tight then and fastened the buckle behind my back, and now my chest was strapped to the bedpost. Then another belt, around my hips this time, and buckled so tight the post pressed hard against my clit. It made me throb, but I could barely move, definitely not enough to get the friction I needed, unless, maybe if I moved my thighs…
Another belt wrapped around them just then and strapped them immobile too. Damn it.
“Comfortable, Pet?” he asked as something silky covered my eyes—the silk belt from the robe he’d bought me.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t see. All I could feel was the press of the post against the valley between my breasts and against my engorged clit.
“No, Master.”
“Good.” His footsteps retreated to the door and then he was gone.
6
Scarlett
I was alone and trussed up with no hope of getting myself free. And while I was nervous about how long he would leave me here and what he would do to me when he returned, I wasn’t terrified. I didn’t fear that he would beat me senseless or that he would make my body betray me in despicable ways.
Moments passed, and then what felt like hours. I had no way of keeping track of time. I strained to hear sounds of him returning, but there was only silence. My shoulders ached from being stretched up, my clit throbbed with my heartbeat and I could feel my wetness soaking my thighs. Just a little friction and I could take care of the pulsing fire between my legs, but I couldn’t budge.
I closed my eyes, willing myself to sleep, but I was too aroused for sleep. When I finally heard the click of the door, I had to bite my lip against the urge to beg. He moved to stand behind me. I could feel him there even though he didn’t touch me. God, I needed him to touch me
.
I felt his breath on the back of my neck a split second before his finger slid along my sex. God, yes. I couldn’t stifle the cry that burst from my lips or the way my body jerked against the post.
“You’re very wet, Pet. I should leave you like this more often since you seem to like it so much.”
A whimper slipped out and I shook my head vigorously.
“No? Your pussy would suggest otherwise.”
He slipped a finger inside me and my muscles contracted, trying to draw him in deeper. He withdrew and chuckled.
“Not yet, Pet. We’ll get to satisfying that hole later.”
He grazed through my wetness, but this time he stopped further back and his finger pressed against my anus, pushing inside just a little.
“No, please don’t!” I cried out, trying to writhe away from his finger with no success. “Please Master, it’ll hurt.”
“Shh,” he said, stroking my back with his other hand. “It doesn’t always hurt, Pet. It can feel very good. I promise.” He hadn’t withdrawn his finger from me, but neither had he pushed more than his fingertip inside. “Take a slow breath and relax your muscles.”
The last thing I wanted to do was relax, but I tried to do what he said, taking one tremulous breath and trying to imagine every muscle in my body relaxing.
He pushed further, maybe to his knuckle, and I had to focus on another deep breath. And then his whole finger was inside me. It didn’t hurt. There was no pain. There was only…oh god. He slid out slowly and then back in and the sensation shot straight to my clit, making me throb twice as hard as before. A moan filled the room, and I was so distracted by the unexpected pleasure, it took me a moment to realize it had been my own.
“Good girl,” he said, but then he withdrew.
Part of me wanted to beg him to come back—to put his finger back inside me—but I couldn’t bring myself to beg him for that. It seemed too depraved, too much like the whore I didn’t want to be.
And then it was a moot point because something else was there. It wasn’t his finger. It was cool and at least twice the size of a finger. It glided along the cleft between my cheeks easily, like it was coated in something slippery. And then it was pressing against my anus.
“Big breath and relax your muscles again, Pet.”
I tried. I really did, but my whole body was tensed against the invasion of whatever it was he was holding.
“I said, relax.” At the same time he spoke, I felt the sting of a slap against my backside.
I forced the air into my lungs and tried to focus on how surprisingly good his finger had felt a moment ago, and not on how much I knew this was going to hurt. The tip pressed into my anus, stretching me more than his finger had, but not horrendously so. It felt uncomfortable, but I could breathe through it.
Then he pushed it in further and it seemed to get wider, stretching me more. There was a light burn, but again, it wasn’t excruciating like I’d been expecting.
“This is a medium butt plug, Pet. It’s not too big, and your sexy, little ass is going to take every inch of it. Just keep breathing.”
Another inch and then another. And wider. Stretching me. I couldn’t focus on anything but breathing. A little bit more though, and suddenly the plug got narrower and my muscles clamped down hard.
“Very nice. You look so fucking hot with something in your ass.”
I realized then that I wasn’t in pain. I felt incredibly full, but it didn’t hurt. Then he wiggled the plug just a little, and like with his finger, the sensation shot right to my clit. I moaned, but then he stopped.
“I’m going to give you some time to get acquainted with the toy in your ass, and I’ll be back to check on you later.”
I whimpered when he stepped away, but he was gone seconds later so there was no point in begging him to stay.
I still felt the panic of the past several minutes, but I couldn’t deny that so far he’d been right. It wasn’t painful. Every minuscule shift of my thighs moved the plug inside me just a little and reminded me it wasn’t pain I was feeling. It was pleasure. I wanted to be disgusted with myself, and eventually, I knew I would be, but right now, with my clit throbbing, my sex desperate to be filled and my ass wanting to feel the thing filling it move, I was a sparked up mess.
I tried once again to move, to try to create the friction I needed against my clit. It only served to shift the plug, adding to the fire, but not doing a damn thing to make me think I could reach the brink with these little movements alone. I tried anyways—I was that desperate. My wetness dripped down my inner thighs, but my orgasm remained just outside of my reach no matter what.
When the door opened, it flickered through my mind that those men could be here with Derek, but I forced the thought away. He would never let them near me like this. So, I sagged against the post in relief. He couldn’t possibly leave me here like this any longer.
He was going to untie me. This had to be over. He had to be done ‘giving me a taste of what he’d do to me if I defied him’. I’d admit it would have been effective. If I’d been contemplating anything else—anything that didn’t have to do with keeping him alive—I’d be effectively dissuaded. He couldn’t find that out though. Somehow I needed to convince him I planned on doing exactly what he said.
He was behind me again. I could feel his warm breath on my neck and my skin tingled from his proximity.
“Please let me down, Master,” I whispered, and I felt his hands at the backs of my thighs, unfastening the belt that had held my legs immobile.
Relieved, I sagged even more. But he didn’t unfasten any of the other restraints. Instead, the plug in my ass moved. He wriggled it back and forth inside me and then started to withdraw it. I didn’t think it was possible, but my sex felt even hotter. Could I literally be on fire?
He didn’t take it out though. He pushed it back in, and I moaned against the post. Then the belt around my breasts fell away. I could angle my body differently now. I could…oh god, I could press my clit more fully against the post and, with my legs free, I knew I’d be able to rub enough to quench the flames.
He withdrew the plug again, but like before, not all the way. And then he thrust it back in, faster this time, and I couldn’t stop myself from writhing against the post.
“That’s it, Pet. Keep it up. I want to watch you come while I fuck your ass with this.”
I should have told him no, that I didn’t want to come like this, but I didn’t. I never got the chance. My body rubbed of its own volition against the post, and all I could get out was a wanton moan. After burning with arousal for so long, I was so close. He withdrew the plug and I actually pressed back against him to hasten his plunge back in, all the while grinding my clit against the post.
“Yes, Master. It feels so good. Faster, please.” I couldn’t believe I was saying those things, but it was my voice, rising in volume with every word. I was so close. So god damned close.
It hit me all of a sudden, like a tidal wave. He stopped fucking me with the plug and just held it there deep inside me as the wave crashed through me from head to toe. Before it had even receded, the rest of the restraints were gone. He withdrew the plug all the way this time, and then he was pushing me down over the bed.
I feared for a brief second he was going to try to force his cock in my ass—there was no way that would fit. But I felt the tip of him pressing against my sex, and he started to thrust in with minimal resistance—thanks to god knows how much time I’d just spent sopping wet.
He rammed into me hard and fast. I held onto the covers and he grabbed my hips for leverage.
“You look so fucking hot when you come, Pet. Your lips parted…your eyes closed…your head tilted back… and you flush all the way down to your gorgeous tits. So…fucking…hot,” he groaned between labored breaths.
Once was apparently not enough, because my body was already on a fast climb to the top.
He slipped one hand under me and rubbed my clit. Hard. Fast. So good.
“Come for me again.”
I was so close. Almost there.
“Now, god damn it. Let me see you come.”
Even that part of me was helpless to resist him. I toppled over the edge, bucking back against him, and I could feel him pound against my cervix. Pain or pleasure, I had no idea. Just so freaking good. I was still screaming when I felt him swell. One last thrust and he was shooting his come deep inside me with a loud shout. So deep. So good.
I collapsed. One big bundle of satisfied nerve endings. When he withdrew, I was aware of an emptiness even more profound than usual. I was empty. There was nothing in any part of me. But I was sinking too comfortably into the mattress to care.
7
Derek
Her body was slack against me. Soft, and relaxed in sleep. And while my body felt sated—she’d been fucking incredible—I couldn’t relax. I couldn’t sleep. I had five days. Five days to make sure Scar would be OK.
I intended to be the one to walk away from Mateo’s ‘meeting’ on Friday, but the road to hell was paved with good intentions. And there was a decent chance I’d be on my way there soon.
I wanted to scream at that fucker fate, who was probably sitting up in the sky laughing at me, but I deserved this. As long as Scar was safe, that was all that really mattered.
Unfortunately, if I was being honest with myself, even that was going to be a long shot. I couldn’t be meeting with Mateo and putting Scar on a plane at the same time. And the sooner I put her on the plane, the more time Mateo had to figure out I’d gotten her the hell out of here. Her best chance at escaping was to be boarding the plane at the exact time Mateo was busy with me—obviously not something I’d be able to accomplish on my own. Who the fuck was I supposed to trust with Scar’s life?
No one—that’s who. But I didn’t have much of a choice. Not one of Marcos’ goons, obviously. Vicente Fuentes, maybe. Assuming he was trustworthy—which was not definite. If I handed her over into his care though, I had no doubt he’d do his damnedest to make sure I never laid eyes on her again if I happened to survive this. I’d do it if I had to, but it would be a last resort—not that there were many other options to consider.