by Melody Anne
“Anything you want.” She gave him the answer he would expect.
He smiled and pushed the nearly naked woman off his lap.
“Good. I want you to pleasure my friend here,” he said.
It took a moment for Elena to comprehend what he’d just said to her. When she did, she looked from him to the woman who didn’t appear fazed by his command at all.
“I . . . uh . . . I don’t understand,” she finally said.
“Don’t play stupid, Elena,” he growled, not liking to repeat himself. “You will please my friend and get her ready for me,” he told her.
Then he moved over to his chair and sat back, excitement lighting in his eyes.
She’d never been with a woman before.
Her stomach stirred in unease as she faced the perfect specimen before her. It was what he wanted.
No. That wasn’t true.
It was what he expected — demanded. If she didn’t do what he commanded of her, he would push her away, and she knew she couldn’t handle that. Not after being with him for so long. She loved him. She knew he didn’t love her, knew he wasn’t capable of such a weak emotion.
But she loved him anyway.
Therefore, she was willing to do anything he demanded of her. Even if she died a little bit each time he insisted she betray their relationship.
Ha. Relationship. That was a joke. She wasn’t his girlfriend. She’d never had a choice in the matter, to tell the truth. She was his servant, his mistress — his whore. And even knowing all of that, she had still fallen in love with him.
There was a reason behind it, she tried to assure herself. But it was getting more and more difficult to believe any reason was worth the pain. No matter how long she’d been held captive, she knew she wasn’t still a prisoner.
“Do it.”
His curt words made her jump. She quickly composed herself. He’d ordered something of her, and she’d hesitated. If she waited any longer it would be over. Quickly gaining her composure, she moved forward.
The woman before her was excited. Elena could see it in the woman’s eyes. She stood there with an almost unreadable expression. The woman glanced at him for a brief second and gave him a submissive look, a look sure to please his controlling instincts. Elena knew the woman was hoping to please him so much he would banish Elena from the room and take only her.
Elena wasn’t about to allow that to happen.
Stepping up to the woman, Elena raised her hands and grabbed her head before she leaned forward and blended their lips together. The sweet taste of her lips was a contrast to the salty taste of his. Elena traced her tongue over the woman’s mouth and pushed for entrance.
A low murmur rumbled on the other woman’s lips as Elena pressed her body tightly against her plush curves. As she deepened the kiss, she found herself growing slightly aroused. Was this what she had become?
Her hand moved from the woman’s hair, down her smooth back, then up her side, and over her barely covered breasts. She squeezed and the woman trembled beneath her touch, giving Elena confidence.
Before this man, she’d never had a lover. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. There’d been a monster, a man who had . . . She shuddered. It was best not to think about that time. Because before him she hadn’t had a life.
“Strip her.” His low command shook her. She’d been hoping kissing would be all he’d ask of her, apparently that wasn’t the case. She despised that he was about to see this beautiful woman naked. What if he liked her body more than Elena’s?
It didn’t matter. There was nothing she could do about it.
Not hesitating this time, Elena reached around to the woman’s back and unclasped her bra, slowly pulled it away, and tossed it aside. Then she reached for her thong and slowly moved it down, kneeling to take it off. She licked the woman’s stomach, knowing he would enjoy watching. Then, she ran her hands up the woman’s thighs as she slowly rose back to her feet. Now they were both naked except for their stockings and high heels.
“Lisa, lie down on the bed, your legs spread wide.”
The woman didn’t hesitate. She walked away from Elena and did as she was told. Elena wanted to ask him if the woman — she refused to even think of her by name — had ever been his lover, or for that matter, was still his lover. But she wasn’t allowed to ask that question. She wasn’t allowed to ask him any questions.
So she stood there silently, awaiting his next command.
“Sit behind her on the bed, Elena. Rest Lisa’s head between your thighs and keep her breasts nice and peaked,” he demanded.
She did as he asked, settling behind the woman on the huge bed. Moving into position she reached down and rubbed her fingers across the woman’s ample breasts, squeezing her nipples and feeling them harden beneath her touch.
“Mmm. Just like that,” he murmured his approval.
Then to Elena’s horror he moved to the bed. While looking directly into Elena’s eyes he knelt in front of the woman and ran his sweet tongue up her thigh. It sent scorching pain through Elena’s stomach to watch him make another woman cry out beneath his magical touch. But she continued massaging the woman’s breasts as his tongue neared her opening.
The woman’s back arched off the bed when his lips clasped around her core and he sucked. She cried out as his masterful tongue massaged her heat. And Elena had to stop herself from crying when the woman screamed out when she came.
He stood up, a satisfied smile on his face. His thickness solid and pulsing.
“Do exactly as I just did,” he told Elena in a low growl.
Pushing herself out from behind the woman, she knelt between her legs. There was only the slightest hesitation before she bent down and placed her lips on the woman’s wet heat. She sucked, and the woman squirmed beneath her.
She was wet and tasted musky, but there was still flavor left over from his tongue so Elena focused on that. She licked the woman’s core, sucked her, and moved her tongue quickly around exactly the way she liked him to do for her. And soon the woman bucked up and screamed out again.
“Very good.” He was right there next to her. His hand rubbed up and down Elena’s back and then swatted her ass just the way she liked it. Not too hard, but with enough impact to make her jump. Make her want. Make her wet.
“Both of you kneel on the ground facing each other,” he demanded. They did as he requested.
“Kiss each other, but don’t touch.” This time she was expecting the sweet taste of the woman’s lips.
As they were kissing, Elena felt his thickness pressed against their months. She pulled back enough to let him place it between them. Then he moved it back and forth between their lips, their spit wetting him. He would pull back and their lips would touch again and then he’d put his thickness between them once more. Over and over again, he did this.
Elena was soaked as she waited for him to please her. But he didn’t touch her. Then he turned to the other woman and lifted her chin.
“Take all of me.” That wasn’t easy to do.
He didn’t give the woman a second to prepare before he pushed his thick erection all the way down her throat. She gagged a bit, but he continued pushing until he was buried inside her mouth.
Then he slowly pulled out before pushing back in again. He did this over and over, his head thrown back in pleasure. Elena sat there watching. Waiting. Fighting the sorrow she felt, seeing him so fully pleasured. There was fury though, brewing right beneath that layer of sadness.
Finally, he pulled from the other woman and moved over to the couch and sat, looking from one woman to the next as they knelt on the floor.
“Come here, Elena.”
She almost wept in relief. Standing, she paced herself so she wouldn’t appear too eager. Without being asked again, she climbed onto his lap and slid on top of him, sinking all the way down. She nearly c
ame right then. But she knew better. She wasn’t to come without him telling her she could.
His hands guided her up and down his pulsing thickness as she desperately tried holding her pleasure back. His fingers lifted and pinched her nipples, making her cry out.
“Lisa, sit behind her and pleasure her nipples,” he called out.
No!
Elena didn’t want that. She didn’t want to share him right now. But she said nothing. The woman appeared behind her, and her small hands wrapped around her sides and immediately began pleasuring Elena’s breasts. She didn’t want to like it, but she did.
The woman ran her tongue along her neck as Elena continued moving up and down his thickness. Then he leaned forward and, to Elena’s horror, kissed the woman right beside her face. A low groan escaped him as he continued pushing up into Elena while tasting another woman’s mouth.
Then he pulled back. “Sit beside me,” he commanded.
Elena wanted to refuse, but she knew she couldn’t. She moved over, her body aching with unfulfilled need. Then she watched as he pulled the other woman up and over him and slammed inside her lush body. The woman cried out as he gripped the back of her head and kissed her while they moved together.
They moved faster and faster as Elena died a little bit more the longer this went on. The woman cried out in pleasure while his voice was a low rumble of satisfaction. She didn’t know how long it took, but suddenly he threw back his head as the two of them cried out together in perfect bliss.
The woman turned and gave Elena a quenched grin then looked back at the man who had so completely satisfied her and left Elena aching.
“You are by far the best lover I’ve ever had,” she purred, licking her lips.
“You too, baby,” he replied. Neither of them even acknowledged Elena for several moments.
“You’re excused, Elena. Lisa and I are going to sleep now.”
Elena was shocked at his words. She always slept with him. Always. It was the only time she truly felt close to him. She didn’t want to leave. She was hurting and needed the closeness of being in his arms to make up for being so tortured during this sexual show.
“No.” As soon as her voice echoed in the room, Elena was just as surprised as he was.
“What?” he finally replied, his voice cold.
“I won’t leave,” she said. Then she pointed at the other woman. “She can leave.”
He smiled, not a kind smile, not a reassuring smile — but a smile of victory, of his own command. He knew he was in charge, and he relished punishing Elena for her outbreak.
“Move now,” he said one more time, the other woman still resting comfortably on his lap.
“I won’t go,” Elena said again.
He took the other woman off his lap and stood naked before them — unashamed, confident, powerful.
His hand came up, and Elena didn’t flinch. She stood her ground.
He gripped her hair and began pulling her toward the door. She cried out as he rushed forward.
“Please, don’t do this,” she cried.
He reached the door and shoved her through it. She stumbled and fell, then turned back to him, her heart broken, her tears now freely falling.
“We will discuss your behavior after I’ve had some rest.”
That was all he said before slamming the door shut behind him — with her outside, him inside with another woman.
She jumped up, intending to pound on the door. But just as her fists rose, she stopped herself. He’d been breaking her for years. And maybe this time she’d finally shattered.
She leaned against the door, her final tears dripping off her chin before she allowed no more. Then she whispered, “Go to hell.”
She turned and strode toward her room. He’d gone too far this time. She realized, for the first time since discovering she’d been captured, she just might be strong enough to walk away.
Chapter Twenty-One
Elena tried to leave Dalton. She packed a bag with minimal clothes, not knowing how he was going to feel about her taking things from his house; even if they were her clothes, she knew she didn’t have a right to anything.
However, she felt satisfaction as she packed away her toothbrush. It was a silly thing to feel happy about, but if she took her toothbrush, she truly was leaving. No one traveled without a toothbrush, right? Right!
She placed it in her bag then put the final item in: her magical envelope. She was confident in packing that envelope. It gave her an identity – a way to start over.
Once her bag was packed, she slid it to the back of her closet, making sure it wasn’t visible. She’d wait until the middle of the night, and then she would run. Sure, he’d told her she could go away, but she didn’t trust him, didn’t trust that he would let her go. After the night she’d had with him, she wanted to go, wanted to run fast and far.
Normally hours passed quickly, but as she sat in her room, her heart broken, the minutes seemed to take forever. Would he actually care about her leaving? She didn’t think so — not at all, but she was afraid to risk it.
So she sat and waited . . . and waited . . .
No one approached her room, and the clock finally struck two, so Elena decided it was now or never. This was her one shot at escape. If she didn’t take it, she wasn’t sure what she would do.
Before retrieving her bag from the closet, Elena crept from her room and peered down the hallway. She stood there for several minutes, barely allowing herself small intakes of breath as she waited to see if anyone was around.
When she was sure no one was there, Elena moved down the stairs. She needed to check the entire house before grabbing her bag. That was her safety net, and she wouldn’t be caught with it.
She made it to the bottom of the stairs, and an immediate sense of déjà vu hit her hard, causing her to stumble against the wall, fighting an overwhelming sense of panic.
She’d tried escaping once, had made it out of the dungeon at the bottom of the shed, had made it outside — had run for her life. She’d been caught and beaten so badly she’d wished she were dead.
It was different now. It was so different. Dalton didn’t beat her. Yes, he treated her like she was nothing more than a cow waiting for the slaughter house, but he didn’t break her bones — just her soul.
The panic dimmed as she told herself this wasn’t an escape, this was her accepting the freedom Dalton had already offered her, and Elena pushed away from the hallway and began searching the house again.
It was silent. No one was about.
A small smile trembled on her lips. She was going to make it. She was going to leave this house, cut the binds that had held her for so long. Ignoring the slight pang that shot through her heart, she turned to go up the stairs.
In a rush, Elena went to her room, grabbed her bag, and had to force herself not to move too quickly. She didn’t want to blow it now by stumbling over something and causing a loud commotion.
Practically jumping from the bottom stair, Elena moved quickly toward the front door and was stopped in her tracks, fear making her unable to move.
“Are you going somewhere, Elena?”
The bag she’d been clutching in front of her dropped to the floor, and her fingers began shaking. She’d been so sure she’d made her escape, and for him to be there — waiting, watching — an unreadable expression resting on his face, was devastating.
Elena didn’t know how she’d ever thought leaving would go unnoticed. She hadn’t counted on him giving a damn about it. Of course, he most likely didn’t care — he might just not want his property so easily walking out the front or back door.
She said nothing, gazing at him, her bag at her feet making it more than obvious what she’d been doing. He didn’t move, just sat back, looking relaxed in the dim room, a Scotch in his hand, one foot resting on his knee.
Elena knew he was anything but relaxed. Dalton was so good at everything he did because he knew how to hold his emotions close to the vest. He didn’t give away his strategy, and he didn’t blink when playing chicken.
Elena couldn’t look at him any longer. She hung her head, trying to decide if she should just pick up the bag and make a run for it, or accept whatever punishment he would dole out.
What else could the man possibly do to her that he hadn’t already done? Nothing? She was about as broken as a person could be.
“I asked you a question, Elena,” he said in his cool voice.
She was suddenly furious, beyond furious with how much she cared about this man, who obviously didn’t give a damn about her. How dare he take away everything she was but give nothing in return. How dare he sit there so calm and collected when her insides were being ripped out. How dare he!
“You bastard,” she hissed through her teeth, shocked at the venom in her voice.
He didn’t blink, but he showed the slightest reaction by tilting his head a bit to the side as he examined her like a bug on a slide. Before she could interpret that, he was back to calm and collected. He lifted his crystal glass and took a sip, which had fire burning in her veins.
Without conscious thought, Elena flew across the room. She barely noticed the shocked expression on Dalton’s face as she launched into his arms, her hands flying as she aimed them at him, scratching his right cheek and tugging some strands out of his hair before he pulled himself together and shielded her assault.
It took a few more moments before Elena realized the high-pitched shrieks filling the room were coming from her own throat. Even after she figured this out, she couldn’t stop. Her fist connected with Dalton’s strong jaw, and he managed to capture her hands; in her fury she wasn’t even able to feel the low throb of punching solid steel.
Dalton’s arms wrapped around her, effectively cutting off her attack, infuriating her even more. She struggled fruitlessly on his lap as she screamed at him, trying to break away. So much rage and despair were filling her, she wasn’t sure how she would deal with it if he didn’t let her go, didn’t allow her to get it all out.