27011 (Welcome to Whitlock, book 3)

by A. A. Dark

  “You want my trust? You want me to eventually come back? Give this to me. Show me I can come and go at my own free will without you intervening in any way. If you can, I promise when I finish everything, you will have me. All of me, just the way you want.”

  “I took my men…out of the field…for you. No one…will see that you come.”

  “I know. I was told the moment you did. They think you’ve lost your mind, Master. They think you’ve gone crazy with love. Have you?” Her hand slid down my bare side and stopped where my silk pajama bottoms rested on my hip. Still, I couldn’t stop from moving my cock against her stomach. If she didn’t stop, I wasn’t going to make it to this gift she wanted to give. My body was oversensitive. Every touch radiated through parts of me I didn’t even know existed.

  “Yes. God…yes.”

  “Tell me you love me.”

  “I love…you. I love you. I love you.”

  Each exclamation was more forceful than the last. The lining of my pants was lifted, and a growl mixed with a moan rumbled through my being. Lifting the smallest amount, she wrapped her hand around the length. Pre-cum smoothed over the head as she stroked up, and she used the slickness to slide down to begin a slow, torturous rhythm. Clinking erupted from the headboard. I knew I was moving. Hell, my entire body was under her control.

  “I love you too. Do you want me to show you how much?”

  Tighter, she clutched around my thickness through the thrusts. A desperate sound left me. A begging. A plea like nothing I’d ever given her.

  “Please, slave. Show me. Kiss…me.”

  The beginning of a smile appeared as her chest separated from mine. She was getting farther away. Closer to where I wanted. Angling, she gave me a view of her profile. Her ass was in the air and her lips were suddenly encasing over the pajamas covering my cock. All I could do was stare down with my mouth slightly open in awe.

  “I think about tasting you all the time.”

  Turning to look at me, her tongue darted out to flick over the material. Shocked at her behavior, at the innocence that was gone, played an evil game over my mind. Half of me wanted to flip her over and spank her ass for being so bold. The other half was frenzied to the point of cutting off my own hands to tackle her down so I could have her my way.

  “I’m yours. Every single…part of me. Do it, slave. Fuck. Do. It.”

  My pants were peeled to my thighs, and for what felt like forever, Everleigh didn’t move as she stared at my length. Continuously, she licked her lips, watching me. I could see her hunger, and it rivaled mine.

  “I forgot how big you are. I need…” She swallowed, lowering to grip around me once more. She didn’t even seem to care to continue to speak. Her tongue come out and flattened, circling my head before she opened wide, taking me in. Heat singed over my skin and my hips somehow arched at the unbearable pleasure. The paralysis part of the drug was wearing off. I knew I only had a few more minutes and I’d have more control. But could I hold off that long? She was taking me deeper—so fucking deep—and stroking my length as her lips met her hand. The suction she applied was killing me.

  “You have to…slow down.”

  Vibrations from her moans left my heels digging back into the bed.

  “Everleigh. Slave.”

  The pop that followed the break of suction traveled deep into my balls. My breath caught, and I turned my head through the battle I waged inside. The revelation had me moving back to face her. Back and forth, I put my attention on the fact that I was doing something on my own.

  “Take these damn things…off. You can trust me. I won’t detain you after we’re finished. We made a…deal.”

  Talking in complete sentences was as hard as walking around shitfaced. It took all my concentration, but I was almost there. Everleigh’s hand stopped and her eyes went right to mine.

  “Take. Them. Off.”

  The domination was exactly what I knew she needed. Her slave was never so clear to me than in that moment. She lifted, blinking rapid through her thoughts. Just when I thought she wasn’t going to obey, she reached toward the table and grabbed the key. In suspicious glances, she watched me as she unlocked the cuffs and eased my hands to the bed. I flexed my fingers, but still couldn’t lift my arms.

  “Now, take those clothes off and let me taste you.”

  “I should have given you more of the drug.”

  Grabbing the hem of her dress, she slowly maneuvered the dress over her head and let it drop to the bed. A bandage covered her shoulder and she winced as her arm lowered. She was wearing a black lace bra and panties. A matching garter rested at her hips, holding up black stockings. Reaching down, she began to unbuckle the strap on her heels. I shook my head, not taking my gaze from hers.

  “Leave the shoes. Lose the panties and bra. Then, come put your pussy on my mouth.”

  The shiver that raced down her body had me fighting the drug. I flexed my fingers again, barely able to lift my hand before it collapsed. Everleigh obeyed, rising to her knees as she made her way to my chest. There was no embarrassment in her advance. She reached forward, clutching my hair as she separated her legs and put one over each shoulder. With her position, I knew all she could see was my eyes, and I loved it.

  The tip of my tongue traced her folds, pushing between them to dip into her entrance. Flavor burst over my senses, intoxicating me with nothing but her. Just like I remembered—like I dreamed a million times since her escape. Fisting my hair tighter, she began to rotate her hips. Wetness flourished, and so did every part of me. Holding the headboard, she angled forward, letting me sweep over her clit. The tremor that shook her wasn’t enough. She repeated the action, torturing herself by letting me flick over the sensitive nub even faster. When I added suction, she let out a loud cry and threw her head back. But she never stopped moving. She was a goddess of Whitlock’s making. Of evil and power combined with the woman she was meant to be. The realization was like ice water in my veins. I had clung to the memories of the old her, but in truth, it was this version that drove me to the point of no return. She was meant for a man like me. A man of power. A man who needed a firm hand and a reality check. I’d been trying to figure out who I was, and Everleigh was right here showing me everything I needed to know.

  From nowhere, my hands flew to her thighs, squeezing with so much strength, I swore I’d brand my fingerprints on what was mine forever. A gasp sounded, and she jumped, staring back down at me. Lightly, I sunk my teeth into her fold, tugging gently as I gave one more suck and broke away, smiling. It wasn’t a nice smile. It wasn’t dark. Evil. It was one of immeasurable ownership reserved just for her.

  “I can’t believe you came so soon. You had to have left the moment we got off the phone. You do trust me.”

  “Yes…and no. I’m trying.”

  “Thank you.” I paused, almost afraid to ask my next question. “Tell me you’re not leaving the moment we finish.” I used my grip to ease her pussy to my chest, aggravated when I didn’t have the strength to go any further. Everleigh seemed to notice and laughed. She scooted down to the tip of my cock, letting her chest rest against mine again.

  “I’ll stay as long as I can. We’ll see how it goes.”

  “Then we’re not stopping. I’ll keep going until you’re too weak to walk. And then I’ll go again.”

  “I’m holding you to that. If I can walk fine when I leave here, I’m never coming back. Make me sore. Give me something to remember you by.”

  “Oh, baby, you’re in trouble. Shut that sweet little mouth of yours and kiss me. Don’t stop kissing me until I say.”

  Her tongue plunged into my mouth and flashes from the past blinded me. Once, I had let her have control of kissing me. I hadn’t kissed her back. Not immediately. How I had ever held off for as long as I had, I’d never know. We were so different now. Both of us. But different in a good way. At least I hoped. Our plan had a chance of backfiring. I could lose everything, including her. I didn’t like it, but what choice did
I have if I wanted a life with her willingly at my side?

  Hot wetness encircled me and we both broke apart, inhaling deeply as her channel stretched around me. Inch by torturous inch, her pussy clutched me like a vice. No amount of wetness made it easier. Withdrawing, I thrust enough to have her nails tearing into my shoulders. The sting was magnified by the drug, warped with pleasure and pain. Blood tickled over my skin as it made a path to the bed. My brain zeroed in on it and I stiffened through my own demons. I had killed slave girls for touching me while I was beating and fucking them. Hell, I had killed them just to see the life leave their eyes. She didn’t know those secrets. Not the details anyway. Blood fueled me. It fed the monster inside. Everleigh had seen that first-hand when she was a slave. But I was different now…wasn’t I?

  A cry filled the room, and I felt my hands lock on her hips as she sank down my entire length. She was still riding me, still taken over by the desire blinding her from my potential danger. All I could think about was the blood. It was there. I couldn’t get rid of it. To deny what fueled my twistedness was pointless.

  “Slave.” I swallowed hard, squeezing my eyes shut. “Everleigh.”

  “What is it?”

  She was leaning down against me now, grinding her hips as she kept her hypnotic pace. I managed to bring my hand up and sweep my fingers over the small wound she’d given me. Red masked my fingertips, and before I could wipe it free and explain, she grabbed my wrist, rubbing the crimson over one cheek, and then the other.

  “War paint. Fitting, isn’t it?”

  Everleigh was flipped onto her back so fast, she squealed in surprise. Adrenaline raced, bringing my body back to life as I fucked her mercilessly. Her face, the blood, it was fantasy overload. Full lips were parted through the loud moans and her lids were so low, her eyes were barely open. One of my arms collapsed to my elbow, but I didn’t stop pounding into her pussy. I couldn’t. Not even when she screamed out from release and spasms shook her. War. Yes. We were in so many wars. Her and me. Her and Whitlock. Me and my members. Me and the high leader. Us and our demons. It was never-ending—and that was the truth.

  My hand locked around her throat as I lowered my lips to hers. The hold was nothing more than a claim of my ownership. I kept it there as my cum shot deep. In these moments, I was on top. I was in control. I was the Master and she was my mouse, and the short time we had together was only beginning.

  Chapter 18

  Aamir

  How long had I been waiting? An hour? Two? Three? Panic that something happened to Nineteen left me pacing the small length of the room. For a long time, I had kept my gaze on the grassy area below, waiting to see him head to the stores, but he never did. At least not while I was watching. Or maybe I’d missed him? It was a large area and the crowd was getting thicker as time went on.

  “What do I do? What do I do?”

  I kept trying to get my brain to work. Nothing would come. We agreed me staying in the room would be best. Layla needed me. But I didn’t even know where to go to leave this place. What if I made a wrong turn? What if I got caught by the guards? Surely they would recognize me?

  My head was fuzzy as I lunged back toward the window. Men in suits, some in jeans, walked around closer to the stores. Others were in long dresses and head-wraps. It was impossible to see who they were, but I knew they had to be the slaves. Nothing looked out of sorts. No one appeared fearful or watchful of a scene going on around them.

  A sigh left me, and I turned, glancing at the door. Loyalty said I couldn’t just stay here if he was in trouble. Not knowing if he was was the hardest part. It had me arguing with myself on what the right thing to do was. Wouldn’t he come for me if he thought I was in danger? My mind said yes, but what if I left and made things worse? I had to stay a little longer. At least until nightfall. If he wasn’t back by then, I’d know something bad had happened.

  Sweat coated the uniform shirt and I stripped it off, looking around the room for something to do. The drawers to the dresser and end tables were empty and nothing else was present that stood out. I started with pushups, focusing on my training. Time passed. I went into sit-ups, squats, lunges—every exercise I could think of. I did set after set until so much time went by, I could barely move. Somehow, I found my way into the restroom and thanked God when water sputtered through the pipes. It evened out, pouring from the facet in a clear waterfall before I began cupping handfuls into my mouth and splashing my face. A loud bang had me jerking upright. I turned off the water as fast as I could.

  “Fucking bullshit,” a deep voice echoed in the distance. “I’m gonna kill him. That fucking Master thinks he so much better than we are. I found him that slave. Me.”

  “Quiet your ass down. I’m trying to pull patrol. You’re going to scare the damn prisoners away.”

  “Fuck them. They can’t get out of Whitlock. Besides, it’s pointless. They’re not even in this wing. Bet you anything they’re held up in some Master’s apartment holding him hostage or something.”

  “They’re as good as dead if they touch a Master. Target practice,” he said, laughing.

  “Exactly. Now, back to what I was saying.” I seethed at their coldness, but kept myself grounded so my anger wouldn’t win. The voices were practically outside as he continued. “So, I wait for him to leave…he does. I knock on the door so Charlee can answer, and what happens? A guard. A fucking guard answers her door. But it’s not one I’ve ever seen before. Some big, muscled motherfucker, as if that makes a difference.”

  “What did you say?”

  “What do you think I said? I told him I needed to speak with Barclane. To have him contact me when he got home. And he did. He invited me over. I told him I was on leave from scouting and asked if I could offer my services, for free. He said, no, but thanks for the offer. And One, what does she do? Fucking raises her eyebrow at me all smug and shit. Bitch. When I get my hands on her, it’s over. She’s going to wish she never crossed me. And that’s what she’s doing—crossing me.”

  “Not a good situation, Fourteen. You know not to mix with Masters and slaves. It’s forbidden.”

  A laugh filled the space and my brow creased. Fourteen? And he was a scout? Like Travis had been? Fourteen …

  I swallowed, and really looked at the tattoo on my chest for the first time. The numbers were small, but they could have been inches tall for the impact they suddenly left on me. 27011. Eleven. That was what they all called me. Everyone, but Nineteen. Yet he embraced his number with open arms. I couldn’t understand it. In truth, I wasn’t even really sure I understood him. I knew nothing about who he was. To hold a number as a name…it showed we were below titles. Unworthy of existence. Was I unworthy?

  My eyes rose to the mirror, studying every aspect of my features—ones that had gotten me far in life. They made me popular. They brought attention from girls and women. They led to many opportunities like being the face of the MMA camp I had spent years training at. They made me a slave.

  “Could be worse, I suppose. You could look like me.”

  Startled, I nearly launched myself in the direction of the voice. Nineteen seemed to notice and laughed as he dropped a large bag on the bed.

  “Where the hell have you been? I thought you were captured. I was about to come looking for you.”

  “Damn guards.” He pulled out a wrapped sandwich and a bag of chips, then tossed them at me. They’re camping out at the entrance that leads here. I got lost trying to find my way around them. Pain in the ass, but at least I know two ways to get here now.”

  “How do you remember this shit? It’s like you have a compass in your head. You keep finding all the right ways.”

  I tore open the wrapping and sunk my teeth into thick bread, turkey, ham, and veggies. My eyes nearly rolled in pleasure at the taste.

  “Photographic memory. I only really have to see something once to recall details and shit. Check this out.” He opened his own sandwich and smiled as he spouted out a long number.


  “What’s that?”

  “The credit card number of the Master who was standing in line in front of me. Cool, right? I used it to pay for the food. Told the cashier I forgot my card and asked if she could type it in manually. She totally bought it.”

  “What?” I laughed, taking another bite. “Wait. They take credit cards here?”

  Nineteen’s face sobered. “Yeah. Scary, isn’t it?”

  “Scary? No, terrifying. It goes back to exactly what I suspected. The government has to know about this place. They have to. Fuck. Fuck.” I was frozen in cascading questions. “How am I ever going to get Jessa out of here?”

  “Who?”

  “Jessa. She…she was my girlfriend. The three of us were taken. Me, my twin, and Jessa.”

  “But your twin is not here…right?”

  “No.” Speaking was nearly impossible. “We were at an island before we came here. She’s there, and I plan to get her back. But Jessa…she’s here. If I leave without her…if I don’t make it…”

  “Don’t think about that yet. You’re getting way ahead of yourself. Right now, we focus on getting ourselves out of here. Once we do that, we can look for your sister.”

  “We?”

  “That’s right. You saved my life. I want to help in any way I can,” he said, quieter.

  “But what about you? Don’t you want to go home? Isn’t there—”

  “There’s no one,” he said, cutting me off. “Dakota is dead. I’m Nineteen now, and I’m with you all the way. Two is better than one, wouldn’t you say? We stick together.”

  I nodded, then headed with him to the bed. We sat on the edge, finishing our meal in silence. Even though my appetite was gone, I forced myself to eat. When Nineteen finished, he let out a sigh and turned to me.

  “While I was stuck in the halls, I listened to the guards for a while. They’re in groups and going in as teams to do a final sweep of floors one, two, and three. Tomorrow, they start with four through six. We’re on the fourth floor. We’ll have to find somewhere to go tonight. Either way, we’re going to have to cross them. Sooner better than later, I say.”