Master throws his napkin on the table and stands. “Ready?” He walks over to me and places his hand out ready for me to take.
“Do I have a choice?”
“No, you don’t.”
“Mmm...” I stand, not accepting his hand and walk past him.
“Ah... Red, this way.”
Spinning around, he’s pointing the other direction, so I turn and start walking. He’s leading me out to the alfresco area once again. The sun shines on my face, and I look up, enjoying the warmth it brings to my skin. He touches my elbow, and I glance at Master.
“This way, I want to give you a tour of my winery.”
Master leads the way, and we walk around the fields of grapes. We stop now and then, and he explains what each color represents, and the different taste it adds to his wine. I am actually enjoying the tour, it’s making me feel normal again and helps me forget why I’m here.
Each employee stops when we pass them taking off their hat and saying hello to Sir Lawrence and myself. I don’t miss how his face lights up now and then, every time he explains each and every method of making his wine to me.
We stop suddenly, and Master approaches an employee grabbing a grape out of their basket. He walks back to me and places the grape up to my mouth. “Here, taste this.” I open my mouth slightly allowing him to feed me. When I bite into it, the juices swim around my taste buds, and his eyes light up. “Good?”
I nod. “Very good.”
He smiles. “I’m glad you think so.” A little juice sits on the bottom of my lip, and he wipes it away with his thumb. He’s so close, I can smell the body wash on his skin. The touch is intimate, and his eyes bore into mine. The sun turns his eyes crystal green as he licks his bottom lip.
I step back out of his touch. “Thank you.”
Coming out of his daydream state, he continues to talk and walk. We head up to the concrete building I saw on the first day I arrived here, and when we enter, the sound of machines is so loud it’s almost deafening. This place is like a factory with workers everywhere making wine.
Master grabs my hand again and shows me each and every process it takes to make his wine.
“Wow,” I say in awe.
He turns to me, holding both my hands in his. “I’m glad you appreciate it. Come with me, I want you to taste some.”
I follow him, his hand in mine as we enter a room where people are placing labels on different types of bottles, packaging them into individual cardboard boxes, and then boxing them in lots of twelve.
We walk to a bench where wine glasses sit, and different open bottles are displayed.
“This is where the tasting is done. Sometimes there could be issues with the grapes that make the wine, so we need to check and make sure quality control is at a premium.” Master pours a glass and hands it to me. I accept, then bring it to my lips—tastes like sweet grapes and something woodsy. I’m not usually a wine drinker. I have maybe had a glass or two when my parents had guests, but I’m not familiar with different wines and their brands.
“Good?”
“Yes, very,” I say, placing the glass back on the bench. “You’re not a drinker, are you?”
I shake my head. “I have to admit, I’m not.”
Master places his wine glass down and turns to me. His eyes hold desire. I’ve seen this look before, and it’s usually before he kisses me, so I turn away trying to break the intimacy.
He places his hands in his pockets. “So, what do you think of my winery?”
Looking out at his employees, I lean my backside against the bench. “It’s amazing,” I say, smiling and meaning every word.
His phone rings, and he answers, “Yes? Now? Okay, give me five.”
“I’m sorry, I have to end the tour early, it seems I have a visitor.”
A visitor?
Can they help me get out of here?”
“Who is it?”
Master moves in close and cups my cheek. “Nothing that concerns you. Till later.” He runs his fingers down my cheek. “Come, we need to go.” He grabs my hand and walks me to the house quickly.
A man is standing on the patio wearing linen pants and a white shirt. The man appears young like Master, and there’s also some resemblance, but I think he might be a little older.
The guest smiles when he sees me and turns to Master. “You going to introduce us?”
Master looks at me, and I can tell he’s uncomfortable with this situation.”
I step forward, placing my hand out to the visitor. “Hi, I’m Red, and you are?”
“I’m this guy over here…” he points, “… eldest brother, Stefano.” Stefano shakes my hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing the back of it then he looks at Master and says, “She’s a beauty. Where do you find them?”
Master snatches my hand out of his brother’s and steps in front of me. “You wanted to talk? I’m here. Let’s talk.”
Stefano smiles wide. “Well, well… this one means something to you. It’s okay, Fabien, I won’t touch your prized possession.”
Fabien? Is that Master’s name?
Stefano looks at me, and there’s something about him that doesn’t sit well, but I have no idea what it is.
Gail steps out, and Stefano lights up when he sees her. “Gail, how are you?” He leans in and hugs her, then looks back at me.
“Gail, won’t you please take Red to her room,” Master says.
“Please, can I stay outside? It’s such a beautiful day.”
Master looks at me, contemplating my question.
“I’ll stay with her,” Gail says, and my heart sours.
Yes, maybe I can confide in Gail.
“Keep your eye on her,” Master orders.
Gail nods and says, “Of course.”
Master takes one last look at me, then walks inside the house followed by Stefano.
“Thank you, Gail. It’s so beautiful today, I hate the idea of going inside so soon.”
“It’s a glorious day,” she replies, looking out toward the fields.
“Can we go for a walk?”
“Yes, but not too far. Can I trust you not to run? I wouldn’t want you to get shot.” Gail looks over at the men who are standing around the winery with shotguns in their hands securing the land. “Because they will shoot and ask questions later.”
I nod. “I promise.”
“Good, let’s go.” Gail looks so young and carefree today. She has her hair out, and it’s flowing freely in the wind. We walk around the land, and each time I try and confide in her, she just listens and doesn’t say anything.
This woman is smart, and she gives me nothing. I’m hoping sooner or later she will come to trust me, and maybe help me escape. Gail tells me about her family back home in Mexico, which I listen to intently. It feels like two friends out on a sunny day strolling around and talking normally. Yet, here, I am a prisoner, stolen by a millionaire and kept to do his bidding.
We lose track of time as we sit next to a tree that’s offering some shade. It’s a little secluded here, and the security guards are now out of sight.
This would make a good escape point. I commit it to memory for later.
“Am I interrupting?”
I turn around to see Master standing there.
Gail stands immediately, her relaxed and carefree appearance now panicked. “Sorry, Sir Lawrence, we lost track of time.”
His eyes are on me when he replies to Gail, “Our guest has left.”
She fiddles with her hands before she says, “I’ll go prepare some lunch.”
I look up at Gail. “Thanks, that would be nice.”
Gail smiles, nods at Master, and heads back to the house.
Master walks around and squats in front of me, then pulls back a strand of hair that’s loosened from my braid and tucks it behind my ear. “You look beautiful today, Red.”
Something about his compliment makes me shy, and I blush.
Master grins. “A compliment makes you blus
h. Oh, Red, how I would love to see you naked when you blush. Watch that red creep up your chest, neck, and then land on your cheeks.”
I still, my heart’s beating loudly at his words, and he laughs. Master leans in and whispers in my ear, “I think you might like that, too. Would I be right?”
I swallow the lump that is caught firmly in my throat and pull back. “In your dreams.”
He lets out a boisterous laugh. “Oh, Red, you’re a bad liar. I bet if I touched your pussy right now, you would be hot for me.”
Shocked, I attempt to stand and get the hell out of there, but he grabs me just in time. “Let me go,” I yell, my words coming out like snake’s venom.
Master hugs me to him, lifts and turns me so I’m now sitting on his lap and facing him.
“Let me go,” I growl, thrashing out angrily, my hair becoming loose from the movement.
Master’s hands run behind my back, and he pulls the tie to my braid out, and tangles his fingers in my hair, causing my hair to fall around my shoulders.
Time stands still.
His eyes become lustful and sinfully hard.
“Let me go,” I growl, not caring that I’m yelling at Master.
He smashes his mouth to mine, then pushes me back, lying on top of me, forcing me to fall to the grass behind me. I fight, trying to push him off me, but he won’t budge. He just continues to kiss me in a wild passionate frenzy.
“I want you. I’m not letting you go. I need to have you. I’m sick of being patient.” Master’s hands secure mine and raise them above my head keeping me captive. In this position, I can’t move. With all the thrashing that’s been going on, my dress is high on my waist.
His lips leave mine and travel down my neck, nipping and sucking at the same time.
“I want you. Tell me you want me, too.” His voice is husky and full of want. Master kisses my cleavage and nips me there. With my hands bound above me, I arch my back off the ground not recognizing myself.
Who am I?
“No, never,” I state breathlessly.
Master looks up at me, his tongue running across the dip in my breasts. “I think you’re lying. I think you want me as much as I want you. It’s okay, Red, I’m happy to take the lead.”
As much as I try to loosen his hold, when he pulls the top of my dress down with his teeth, I’m lost for words. His hot mouth bites my nipple through my lacey bra. And what’s worse is I cry out at its exquisite pain-pleasure.
He moves to my other breast and gives it the same attention and then sucks hard. I feel my bra dampen against my skin, and realize it’s not the only thing that’s wet.
My head thrashes from side to side, and I beg, but not sure what I’m begging for.
Is it for him to let me go, or to give me more?
This man’s an experienced lover, and he knows how to pleasure a woman and tease her at the same time.
I fight with my brain and my body, but it’s useless, my body wants more of what his mouth is offering. He lets go of my hands and squeezes my breasts, his mouth kissing a line down the middle of my body. I cry out when his tongue dips into my navel, and he watches me as I watch him traveling lower.
I’m bare to him now, except my bra and G-string.
He stops and looks down at me. “You’re so perfect, Red. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful.” His words are intimate, and I wish he wouldn’t say them because somehow, he’s becoming human to me, and I don’t want him to be. I want to hate him for kidnapping me. I want to see him as the monster he is like I did the first time I met him.
“I’m going to taste you now. My mouth is watering to see what you will taste like on my tongue. Tell me, Red, has anyone ever given you pleasure using their mouth?” His green eyes darken with desire, and his gaze is making me wetter. He used those same words this morning, and I thought he meant by kissing me.
But now I know what he wants to taste.
“No, stop! I need you to stop.” Guilt runs through me, hating myself for wanting him and hating that I’ve given in to his advances. “I can’t do this. It’s not right.”
“It is right, baby. It’s so damn perfect.”
“No. I can’t… I just… fuck me!”
His tongue travels down to the hem of my G-string and then under the front.
“Oh, God,” I moan and cover my mouth with my hand when I feel his tongue lick my bud that’s about to explode. The sounds of pleasure leaving his mouth force a vibrating motion on the most sensitive part of my body.
“Just as I thought… you taste sooo good. I’m going to make you come with my mouth.”
“Oh, God…”
This can’t be happening.
Am I dreaming?
Is this real?
Pure pleasure is the only way I can describe it when he moves my panties to the side and sucks my clit into his mouth. I try and watch him between my open thighs when his tongue dips into my opening.
“Yes, baby, so damn good,” he says between sucking and licking. “You’re so pink and swollen. It won’t be long now.”
This is wrong.
It is so wrong.
What am I doing?
I reach forward, gripping his head with my hands, trying to pull him away, but he doesn’t move. He continues to lick and suck as if he’s eating a damn ice cream cone.
I feel it, it’s there—the tip of the breaking point.
I want to explode.
The pleasure too much to bear.
Master flicks his tongue against my clit, and that’s my undoing. I’m lost. I’m floating into the sky, my breathing coming out in loud pants. I beg, I swear, and I rub my pussy against his face.
That’s when I hear a phone ringing in the distance and realize it’s his. Master ignores it while he continues to devour me.
It rings again.
Then again.
Then there’s a loud explosion in the distance and gunshots ring out.
I scream loudly.
Master jumps to his feet.
I cover my ears with my hands and shut my eyes as the shots ringing out around me are becoming closer and closer.
Master adjusts himself, picks up his cell to make a call when suddenly a man walks toward us with a gun to Gail’s head.
I’m lying on the ground practically naked, and when I look up, and I don’t believe what I see.
It’s him.
Am I hallucinating?
Has this orgasm I’ve just had made me see things?
RHYDER
What the fuck!
Is that Lexi naked and flushed with passion?
No, it can’t be.
No… he must have been raping her.
I point my gun at the fucker who’s standing there with his cell in his hand and wrap my arm around the woman’s neck instead. She cries out, and the fucker places his hands up.
“You don’t want to do this. Do you know who I am?”
“Do I know who you are? How’s this for an answer… I don’t give a fuck.” I look down at Lexi who’s quickly doing up her dress. “Are you okay, baby?”
She looks up at me confused.
What’s happened here?
“Lexi, it’s me, Rhyder. I’ve come for you, baby.”
“Rhyder? Is it really you?”
I smile at her. “Yeah, baby, it’s me.”
“Oh my God,” she cries out and runs into my arms.
I let Gail go in the process, and she falls to her knees while gasping for air. I cradle Lexi with one arm kissing her on her head as I continue to watch Lawrence with my gun pointed at his fucking head.
He has the audacity to glare at me with his eyes full of rage. “You’re never going to get away with this. Do you hear me?”
I give him a snickering smile. “Think you’ve misunderstood. I’m the one with the gun, and all those fuckers securin’ your land… they’re either dead or are currently headin’ for the hills. You really should employ better fighters.”
The bas
tard inhales, and his eyes turn to Lexi. They soften, and I don’t like the way he’s looking at her. I get my gun ready and flick the safety.
Lexi’s eyes turn to mine. “Rhyder, please don’t. You can’t kill him.”
Stunned and confused, I narrow my eyes on her. “It’s okay, baby, you’re free now. You won’t need to see this man again.”
Lexi turns to the fucker, and her eyes meet his.
I am caught in their intimate stare, and I watch Lawrence smile at her.
I’m going to kill this fucker.
“Give me one fuckin’ reason why I shouldn’t be killin’ him… right this minute?”
She places her hand on mine, putting pressure there, hoping I’ll put my gun away—there’s not a chance in hell.
And that’s when she says it, the words she needs to know the answer to. “He may know where my sister is.”
My eyes move from Lawrence to her.
“She’s safe, baby, and she’s home. I took her there myself.”
Lexi’s eyes widen, and tears fall down her beautiful cheeks. “She is? She really is safe?”
I run my hand through her hair, more in frustration for Lexi than myself, and answer, “Yeah, she’s with your parents. We found her.” I lean in and rest my forehead against hers. “She’s safe, I promise. Now, let’s get you out of here.” Lexi looks up at me and nods. “Take me home, please.”
I wipe away her tears, and I’m so caught up in her angelic face that I don’t see Lawrence pulling out a gun. Before I can shoot him, he fires, and within seconds, I’m down on the ground bleeding out. The pain in my chest causes my vision to blur. Everything moves in slow motion.
I hear Lexi’s scream.
But it’s far in the distance.
Then she’s down on the ground hovering over me.
She’s speaking words, but they are words I can’t understand.
More commotion is happening around me, and I make out men surrounding us, and then there is more yelling. It’s my brothers.
Lexi grabs my face in her hands. She’s crying and begging me for something, but I’m fading.
She’s fading.
No, this can’t be how it ends.
I fought too hard to find her.
And now I’ve found her, I’m going to lose her all over again.
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