“Nice try, bitch, but that ain’t happening. Now let’s try this again. Where’s the key?” he asks.
Key? What key? This shit show is all about some God-forsaken key that I have no clue about? Someone has got to do some explaining. How the hell did I end up tied into this?
“What key? A car key? I have a car key. To start my car with. Jesus Christ. You’re going to have to be a helluva lot more specific than that if you want to get anywhere with this today. A house key? Is this about a house key? I have one of those, too. It’s for my HOUSE, you asshole!” I scream. This is fucking ridiculous. I need to find a way out of this hellhole. I reached my limit for abuse long ago.
I try to move my arms, which seem to be tied behind my back. I’ve seen a few movies, so I know how this works. I just need to get some friction going to burn through the rope to get my hands free. Easy peasy, right? Where’s MacGyver when you need him? I don’t even know how many guys are here. I hear the voice call out to a boss man, and I also hear a couple of men chuckling. If there ever were a time for Rocky to break out, it would be now.
“You dumb cunt! The USB key with the security codes to the guns! Fuck, all you’re doing is wasting precious time. That idiot Dag wasted our time, too. Too bad you can’t see him ‘cause he’s not wasting anyone’s time now. Stupid jackass, ended that dumb fuck real easy,” the voice spits out.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I ask in alarm. This can’t be good.
“It means exactly what you think it means, whore. He got a bullet to the head, but not before telling us exactly what we needed to know, of course. Before I had the joy of blowing his brains out, your dear boyfriend informed us that you have the key to the guns.”
“First of all, I hate to break this to you, but I don’t have the Goddamn key to the Goddamn guns. And second, stop calling it a key. It’s called a jump drive. Dumbass!” I rub my arms up and down along the back of the chair trying to make some progress with the rope. Really, the whole Dag thing’s never going to leave me alone, is it? I didn’t like the guy, but I’m shocked to hear that they killed him.
“What the fuck? Do I have to smack a bitch again? How hard is it for you to learn your lesson?” With that, the guy slaps my left cheek with what feels like an open palm. That fucker! If it’s a girl fight he wants, it’s a girl fight he’s going to get. Except this girl fights dirty and fights to win.
“Trust me. Even if I knew about any fucking jump drive, I wouldn’t share it with your ugly dick. Whether I tell you or not, I have a feeling your plans for me are pretty final.” I can feel the rope fraying a little bit as I continue the back and forth motion while trying to be as subtle as possible.
“Boss! I can’t get this cunt to see the brighter side of dying with a clean conscience,” he yells out. Fortunately, I hear his footsteps walking away from me. Asshat! Doesn’t he watch any movies? You never leave your intended victim unattended.
I take this opportunity to give the rope a vigorous going over with the chair and a good tug. The rope breaks free, and I now have two mobile arms. Go me! It’s the small victories. I listen out for any signs of life around me before bringing my arms forward to remove the blindfold. It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the light. It looks like I’m in some sort of vacant warehouse. I can make out a group of five men deep in conversation in the far corner of the place. I quickly loosen the ropes on my legs enough that I’ll be able to slip them out easily before any of them gets the smart (not too likely) idea to check on me. I make a quick assessment of the place and can’t see any easy exit.
With my adrenaline pumping, I glance over once more at the group of men. As they move around, I can only see the faces of four of them. The other is shaded by the dinginess of the warehouse. It’s those fuckers from the bar the night I first saw Jack! What the hell? How does this all tie together? One of the men starts walking toward me. I quickly replace my blindfold, leaving enough space so I can see everything this time and place my arms and legs back into position. I’m going to have to wait this one out ‘til I can get the perfect opportunity to make my escape—hopefully while doing some damage to these assholes.
“Here’s the deal, slut—either way we’re leaning toward killing you. Now you have a choice here. You tell us where the key is, and you go fast and as painlessly as possible. Or you don’t tell us, and Tony here will pleasure his twisted soul by torturing you ‘til you beg us to just finish the job.”
There’s no way I’m letting them go through with any of those plans. I just need to make sure I can place all of the men before I make my move. I can’t have any surprise attacks from their side.
“How about I take my foot and shove it up your poor excuse for an ass?” I say politely, or as politely as one can say such a thing. No one ever told me I had a way with words. I don’t see them starting now, either.
“You fucking bitch! We’re trying to make this easier on you!” a third shouts from the far end of the warehouse. Ah, so that’s where he is.
“I don’t have time for this. Do your jobs and finish this problem. Either way, I need that USB key. You don’t get it—you have to pay. And I am not in a generous mood,” I hear the so-called boss say, followed by the slamming of what sounds like a metal door.
“You hear that, Victor?” I can make out the fourth man telling this to a guy at the back. Well, that’s two of four named.
“Fuck off, Desmond! Just because you’re second in command doesn’t mean you can tell me what the fuck to do,” Victor replies. Ooh, sounds like there’s problems in the family. This could work to my advantage. They’re obviously getting complacent now. Next thing you know, they’ll be sharing their addresses and who they’re fucking. Bunch of morons.
“That’s exactly what it means, idiot!” Desmond responds. “Now get the fuck to it! If you don’t want to, I’m sure Alex’s more than willing.”
“Let him fuckin’ do it then!” Tony barks back, in defense of his buddy, Victor, then storms away.
“Come on, man, I’m aching to play with this cunt,” the twisted motherfucker Alex pleads in a sickening voice. “I would’ve already had my way with her, if Hayden hadn’t fuckin’ cock-blocked me,” he adds. This guy’s the one that pulled me onto his lap that night. The thought makes my stomach do a nasty roll. God, the last thing I need is some sicko trying to re-enact some fucked up fantasies he has. Time for me to bullshit my way through some sort of escape plan.
“I give up! I give up! I know about the jump drive! I know where it is!” I scream out. You want to play? I’ll play.
“’Bout fucking time you made this easy, bitch,” Desmond says, “For that, we’ll make it as painless as possible. Now tell me where I can find it.”
“I don’t want all these fuckwads hearing it. Who knows, maybe someone’s a narc. You gotta cover your bases.” I bait him.
“We can trust everyone here, but whatever cunt. JUST TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK I CAN FIND THAT USB KEY!” he shouts while creeping closer to me.
I mumble some nonsense that I know he won’t be able to hear.
“Speak the fuck up!” he exclaims while coming within a foot of me. He reaches his right hand behind his head and backhands me across my right cheek. I’m going to make this motherfucker pay. No one’s ever going to take advantage of or abuse me again.
I mumble some mumbo jumbo again—this fucker’s going down. I try to quickly place each of the guys while looking under the edge of the blindfold. Desmond’s straight in front of me; Alex, the twisted fuck, is approximately ten feet away from what I can make out; which leaves Victor and Tony at the back of the warehouse.
They wanted to play this game with me. Shame no one warned them I don’t play fair, or that I play by my own rules.
Desmond leans in to make out what I’m mumbling. I take this opportunity to nail him in the junk with my knee. As. Hard. As. I. Can. That asshole is down for the count screaming something about his woman wanting babies. No asshat like him should be able to pr
ocreate. I’m doing her, and the world, a favor.
I rip the blindfold down from my eyes before Alex can figure out what’s going on and react. I jump up and hurl the chair in his direction, knocking him off balance. With him teetering on his feet, I leap onto his back knocking him to the ground. Take that, fucker! I’m about to send his balls on a trip up his ass when I hear a commotion in the background. Alex seems to be distracted, as well, so I risk a glance in the direction of the back of the warehouse. To my surprise, I see four police officers sweeping the area with guns drawn, and someone has Victor and Tony on their stomachs with their hands behind their backs.
About time, assholes! With that thought, I make out Jack running toward me. I take notice as Alex escapes my hold and is trying to make a getaway through a side door I wasn’t aware of. He gets about five feet before one of the other cops lunges at him with a taser gun. Looking to my left, I see Desmond’s also in custody. My attention then drifts back to the man who’s now hugging the crap out of me.
“Am I always going to have to do your job for you?” I ask Jack, teasingly.
“Oh, babe, what kind of mess have I gotten you into? Those fuckers are going to pay for touching you.” He looks at me with regret in his eyes.
Before I can admit to him it’s just as much my doing as his, he’s holding me at arm’s length inspecting every inch of me. And not in the way I’d like him to be, if you know what I mean.
“We need to get you to the ambulance and get you checked out. It better not be anything serious, as I’m ready to rip their fucking heads off as it is. I need to stay as far away from them as possible,” he says through gritted teeth.
Jack puts his arm around my shoulders and guides me to the back of the warehouse through the door and out to the waiting ambulance. The paramedic takes my blood pressure and checks for any signs of damage on my body. From what I can feel, I figure I’m a little banged up. It doesn’t seem like anything too serious, though, mostly bruises. The paramedic examines my face, which I’m guessing is a little worse for wear. He looks at me and gives me his verdict.
“You have a couple contusions, but nothing too major. There’s a laceration above your eye that’ll need to be cleaned up and bandaged. Your eye’s bruising up a bit, doesn’t look too bad, though it does cause concern in regards to a concussion. We’d like to take you to the hospital, overnight, to keep an eye on you,” he explains.
There’s only one thing wrong with this, and for some reason I’m having a hard time sitting still. I look around for Jack, who left me for just a minute to see what they might’ve found out from this Desmond guy. I spot him as he turns around to check on me. Oh. My. God. I can’t stay in the hospital. I need to get this man to the closest secluded area and ride out whatever it is that’s making me feel so alert.
“Jack! Jack!” I call out. He comes jogging over. He looks at the paramedic, and somehow communicates without speaking.
“We need to get her to the hospital. She may have a concussion and, if that’s the case, it’s best she’s in the care of professionals. Besides that, from what I can tell it’s just a few bruises. She’ll be tender for a few days, and once her adrenaline finishes kicking in, she’s going to crash,” he informs Jack.
“Jack … can’t do that. Need to go home,” I say, trying to convey my meaning through my eyes.
“Bella, I failed you earlier. I need to feel like I protected you as best as I can after letting you down like that. I’m never going to forgive myself. Never.”
“Honestly, none of this is your fault. And babe, we need to go. Right now,” I say, again trying to send brainwaves through the air to him. It’s either this, or we’re doing the deed publicly in the back of this ambulance.
“This is for the best. In no time, it’ll be morning, and we can go home,” Jack reassures.
“If we don’t leave now, this could get very awkward between us and the paramedic. If you get what I’m trying to say.” I might as well put it bluntly, since he’s not catching on to any other way I try to get my meaning across. The paramedic uncomfortably clears his throat. With that, Jack scoops me up and starts heading to his car, which is parked behind some of the police vehicles. He turns around for a minute.
“If I make sure she stays awake for the next twenty-four hours, will she be in the clear?” he questions the paramedic.
“Concussion wise, she should be fine, but if she starts feeling extreme pain and nausea get her to the hospital as soon as possible. Just to make sure,” he informs us.
“Thanks for your help, man,” Jack states as we continue on the journey to his vehicle.
This adrenaline thing could be the cure for low libidos. If I don’t get some of Jack soon, I think I might explode. I make this clear to him by starting to nibble on his earlobe, while telling him that exact thought, point blank.
“Calm down, Payton. You need to try and take it easy. I’m sure you can wait until we get home to attack me,” he says with a chuckle. If he only knew how much I’m restraining myself right now. The adrenaline coursing through me is sending a warm buzz throughout my body, especially between my thighs.
We get into his car and turn onto the highway. Apparently the stupid thugs took me to some abandoned farmer’s warehouse an hour outside of town. Jack used his connections to track the GPS in my cell phone, which is how they found me. If I hadn’t been on the phone with him at the time of the kidnapping they might never have found me in time. I don’t even want to process this info yet. I can feel the adrenaline slowly starting to fade. Once I crash, I know I won’t be up for any sort of action with anyone, let alone the hottie sitting next to me in the driver’s seat.
As if it was meant to be, I look out the window and see the turn off for the beach coming up. It’s one in the morning, what are the chances many people will be around? I guess we’ll find out. I’m feeling really frisky right now, and shamefully, probably wouldn’t even notice or care if anybody’s around.
“Take the turn to the beach,” I order. That’s right, I’m Little Miss Bossy right now.
“Yes ma’am,” Jack replies as he leaves the highway, turning down the beach road.
I’m done with waiting. I reach over and start stroking Jack’s cock through his jeans. He’s already hard for me. He lets out a low moan as I see his pants get even tighter in the crotch.
“Are we there yet?” I ask seductively.
“Oh, I’ll be there very soon if you keep that up,” Jack groans.
I can hear the waves crashing as we pull up near the beach. Not a vehicle around, but just to be safe, Jack parks at the far end. He works great under pressure. He does all this while I unzip his jeans and unleash the beast. Without waiting for him to put the vehicle in park I undo my seat belt and lean over. I put my hand at the base of his dick and take the tip into my mouth.
“Oh God,” Jack exclaims.
I lift my head up just enough to tell him, “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
My mouth descends on his cock again. This time I pulse up and down, making sure to take him all in. I can feel his erection harden even more in my mouth. I don’t think it’s possible for him to get any stiffer. I manoeuver myself so I’m kneeling on the passenger side seat. I can hear Jack undo his seatbelt and then feel his arm reaching around me. His hand makes its way to my backside, and he begins rubbing my pussy through my pants. I can feel my panties starting to soak. I was wet earlier just from the thought of fucking Jack, but it’s nothing compared to now.
“Jack, I need you to fuck me,” I say hoarsely as I look up at him, his cock twitching from the feel of my hot breath.
As soon as I get the words out, Jack pushes me off him and exits the car with his dick still out in the open. Okay, what the hell’s that about? I slump over into the driver’s side and try to make out his shadow outside. I can see him pacing. What’s going on? Did I say or do something wrong? The next thing I know, the passenger side door’s pulled open and Jack sits down. He’s still rock hard. Yes, t
hat’s all I can focus on at the moment.
“Payton, I need to fuck you.” Jack states.
With that, he reaches over to me, hauls me onto his lap so that I’m facing the front window, and yanks my pants down. He tugs on his jeans and manages to get them halfway down his muscular thighs in the cramped space. With me on his lap, he moves me so that I’m sitting on his hard shaft and the only thing between us is my thong. I grind my hips into his lap, showing him how impatient my sex drive is getting. He reaches around and tries to calm me down by running his fingers over my swollen clit, still through my panties. Jack then rips my thong off. I’d hate to see what would’ve happened if I had worn my boy shorts. In the throes of passion, nothing is hotter than what he just did.
I position myself above his shaft, ready to take in his rigid length. Before I can lower, Jack moves away just enough to ruin my plan. He takes himself in his hand and begins to rub his dick up and down my core. Jack takes the tip and enters just enough to leave me wanting more, then removes it. He does this several times before rubbing his cock on my pussy again. It’s enough to send me over the edge, making me orgasm. I can feel the wetness of my come lubricating his shaft. He guides my hips so that I’m in prime fucking position. I impale myself onto the beast. Oh, good God, I need this.
I rock my hips into his lap in our version of reverse cowgirl. I steady myself by placing my hands on the front dash. Jack reaches up my shirt and pulls the material of bra down to expose my breasts. My nipples are already hard as he plucks at them. He teases them enough, sending shivers down my body, making my toes curl. He lifts me up slightly with his left hand and begins to pound into me. A moan escapes my lips as I can feel my climax building again.
“Let go, let it out,” Jack whispers.
I scream out in pleasure as my pussy obeys and clenches his cock as I ride out another orgasm. The things this man can do to me. The pressure from my peak sends Jack into a frenzy. He moans out his own orgasm as I slowly rock into him, helping him finish.
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