I fake a moan. Standing up, I run my hand down the front of me heading toward my clit to rub it. “I need your big cock in me, right now.”
“That’s right, baby. I knew you loved this. You were made to have a cock in you. That’s all your good for. For a man’s pleasure.” He stands up and rids himself of his shoes and pants while I crawl on to the bed on all fours. I stick my ass out toward him. He growls and steps close to me, then forces himself into my pussy. He slaps my ass a couple times. Hard.
I could really do without the ass slapping, but I have to get him as involved in this as I can. So he can think of nothing but fucking me.
“Ohhh, fuck me harder,” I moan again. All too easily, a man will lose all rational thought when it comes to sex. Shake a naked ass in his face and he’ll forget his name and not be able to think of anything but getting in it. All of that is working in my favor.
Men are so fucking stupid sometimes.
His hips are speeding up and becoming jerkier, so I start meeting his thrusts. I could write a manual on how to fake everything related to sex on the woman’s part. I could make a killing. “Slap my ass again, hard.” I’m all breathy. And a few minutes later, all my tricks work. He’s groaning his release into me. I seriously hope all these guys are clean. I would hate to survive this then end up with HIV.
I go to pull away from him, but his grip tightens on my hips holding me in place. I turn my head around to stare at him questioningly. He takes one hand and places it at the top of my back, right on top of my spine and follows it down to the crack of my ass. I shiver.
His hands then spread my ass cheeks apart. “God, I loved being in your ass yesterday. So did everyone else, but I swear to God your ass was made for my cock.” This guy is deranged. Between him and my dad, I don’t know who I want to kill first. If I could pull off some moves like Angelina Jolie does in Wanted then I could totally pull it off.
“Turn around, baby. Suck my dick for me again. I need in your ass.” Dammit. He pulls out of me and I slowly turn around, my stomach protesting this awkward position. He holds his floppy dick up to my lips and I open up. This time he takes control by grabbing onto my hair, pulling it off to one side like a porn star, then fucks my face. All the while, he’s looking down watching his dick slide in and out of my mouth.
It only takes a few more minutes for him to become full erect again, but once he is, he pushes his dick all the way in my mouth. My nose is touching his pubic bone, and he holds me there. I start coughing and gagging, almost biting him. I catch myself right before I do.
He tells me to turn back around, so I do. He spreads my ass cheeks again, but instead of lining himself up and driving home he leans down and starts to lick my hole. That’s fucking disgusting. No one in their right mind should enjoy this shit. I know I’m not. You would never get me to lick anyone’s asshole.
After a few minutes, he does line himself up and slam into me. He’s much rougher while he’s fucking my ass. I don’t care, because like I said, he’s completely lost in the moment.
He holds my cheeks apart the whole time he fucks me. I assume it’s so he can see his cock driving in and out of me. I’m still meeting him thrust for thrust, and moaning at all the right times. And soon enough he pulls out of me, and grabs my hair to whip me around. My stomach is screaming from all the fast movements. And then he comes on my face. This has always been a hard limit for me. Come is sticky and I feel like I can never get it all off me.
“That’s right, baby. Take my come like the little come-slut you are.” He’s still jerking his dick, making sure he milks every last drop. I don’t smile or move my mouth at all, because I don’t want any of it to make it in my mouth.
“Now, lean down here and clean yourself off of me.” Bile threatens to spew everywhere. But I swallow it back down. Leaning down, I put him back in my mouth and generously lick and suck him until he pulls out.
“Good job, baby.” He runs his hand down the side of my face. “I love seeing my come on your face. When Enzo gets here, he’s going to watch us fuck your dead body before we kill him.” Depraved. Every last one of them. But I guess I won’t care if I’m dead. Someone will die if they are planning to kill me. I can promise you that.
Zach puts his pants and shoes back on and turns and walks out without another word. I’m going to leave the gun where it is until the nighttime. I mean, they can’t have someone up and watching me all night. It’s not like I have attempted to escaped or anything.
I slip off the bed and make my way back into the bathroom to clean myself up. I don’t get why men like to come on women’s faces. It’s a nasty way to mark your territory. Women don’t walk around with their lover’s come all over their faces, so I don’t understand the attraction. I use warm water and push my face as close to the faucet as I can and scrub as hard as I can. Probably turning my face red.
When I come out of the bathroom, Evan is standing there. Jesus, I really need to start paying more attention to the door.
“Hey, Devon. I brought you some food.” He places both the cup and plate on the nightstand. I walk over to the plate and see a grilled cheese in place of the peanut butter and jelly. And he has a little bit of tomato soup on the side.
I groan. It all smells so goddamned good. “Thank you. This is a comfort food for me, and I haven’t had it in so long.”
“Well then, I’m glad I could deliver. Make sure you eat it, I’m not sure if I’ll be here tomorrow to bring you food. And I know everyone else won’t,” he tells me.
Shit. “Where are you going?” I can feel myself start to panic.
“Nothing for you to worry yourself with, just everyday errands.” He has a strange look on his face. Like he’s trying to tell me something.
I narrow my eyes. “Well make sure you aren’t gone for too long. If no one else is going to bring me my five-course meals, there will be an uprising.” Who the hell am I kidding? I will keep my ass right here in this room.
“Stay out of trouble, Devon.” He comes closer, leaning down to nuzzle my neck. “I was with Enzo last night.” I fight to keep my body from stiffening. I don’t want to give anything away. “We have a plan. Please let us do what we do. And he said to tell you that he’s waiting for you. For you to stay strong. To fight. But to not be stupid about it.” I smile. That definitely sounds like something Enzo would say.
Evan leaves after that, and I sit down on the bed and pick up the plate. Four days. A lot can happen in four days.
Chapter 37
Brian
Zach just came down from upstairs. He really wasn’t up there a long time, but he does have a satisfied smirk on his face. A look I want to knock off. She’s there for our enjoyment for the time being. But not to get attached to.
“Zach.” He was going to walk past my office without stopping, but he stops at the sound of my voice.
“Yes, sir?” He walks into through the doorway and stands next to a chair, awaiting permission to sit down.
I motion for him to sit down, then ask, “What all do you know about this Detective Baez?”
“Well, we’ve been partners ever since he moved here. I think he moved from Alabama. I’m not one-hundred percent on that, though. He doesn’t talk about his home life much. He doesn’t hang out much except for playing poker one a week with some of the other officers. He really is a by-the-book kind of guy.” He looks at me, like the good little boy he is, waiting for more questions.
“We need to go up and visit with Devon. We have four days until the good detective will get an invitation here to partake in this weekend’s festivities. I truly cannot wait to see the look on his face when he sees Devon strung from the ceiling, toes barely touching the floor. She will be fucked like she’s never experienced. Then she will have to be fucked by her boyfriend. She’s going to break.”
“I cannot wait for it either, sir,” he tells me. “I know I’ve enjoyed dipping my dick into her whenever I feel like it. I don’t know if you were watching just now, but she wa
s enjoying it. She even offered to suck my dick.” His smile would rival that of a kid in a candy store. Whatever keeps him happy, I suppose.
“Maybe she is breaking after all. That is definitely pleasing to hear. We’ll have to see how she reacts when Preston and I go to see her together. I’m sure it’s every little girl’s dream to have her father and stepbrother fuck her.” I let out a laugh.
Zach laughs as well. “I’m sure she’s going to be thrilled to have any dick in her.”
“Okay, so about the showing this weekend. I’m going to send Enzo the address about an hour before it starts. That way, we don’t have him plowing in here before we actually want him to.”
“How are we going to handle it when he does arrive?” he asks, scratching his chin.
“Preston’s bodyguards are here, so I’ll have them answer the door. I’m going to make sure there are two guys fucking Devon as he’s walking in. Give him a good shock.”
“Sounds good to me, sir. When do you want to go back up to see Devon?”
“Here in a few minutes. Go track Preston down and tell him to get in here. After all, we have to send proof to the detective that she’s still alive.”
He grins, nods his head, stands up, and leaves.
**
About twenty minutes later, Zach, Preston, and I walk in to Devon’s room. She’s just lying on the bed staring at a spot on the wall that I don’t think is actually there.
“Hello, Devon,” I say to her.
She rolls her head toward me and says, “Hello, Daddy.”
Okay, I didn’t think that I would like that coming from her lips, but it kind of makes me hard.
“Check it out, Pop. I think we’re finally getting to her.” Preston laughs beside me.
“Devon, are you ready to suck your daddy’s cock.” Her eyes get so bright, it’s unreal. I had thought that out of every girl we’ve ever had that it would take the longest to break her, if she broke at all. But I’ll take a complacent slave over one who fights back any day.
“Yes, Daddy.” She crawls to the floor getting on her knees, opening her mouth. I stride forward while pulling my cock out of my slacks. I slide into her hot, wet mouth and groan.
“That’s right. You’re Daddy’s little slut, aren’t you?” She starts sucking and bobbing her head up and down my cock when I say that. I fuck her face until I’m hard and pull out. “Alright, Preston. Get hard, son.”
He already has his dick out and is stroking it. He steps forward and immediately starts fucking her face in earnest. She doesn’t even gag or anything. Jesus, we truly did break her.
Chapter 38
Preston
Jesus, her mouth feels so good. Almost as good as being in her tight asshole. When I’m hard, I pull out of her mouth and reach down to grab her hand. Since she’s being an obedient little slave, I don’t think we need to manhandle her now. I pull her to a standing position and guide her toward the bed. But I lie down before she does. I grab her hand and guide her to lay down on top of me, facing the ceiling.
I reach down and take my dick in my hand and find her ass, pressing my engorged tip against it. She doesn’t fight it at all. I’m able to push right in. “Alright, we’re ready.” Then the old man climbs up on the bed. Getting between both of our legs, he lines up and pushes in.
Devon lets out a long groan, and starts squirming with both of us pressed in as far as we can go.
“Please, please, please, please,” she murmurs. Her back is arching up off my chest. Zach starts snapping pictures with Brian’s phone. Pop leans down and starts kissing Devon. And she starts moving her hips. He pulls back and I brace my hands on her hips. I lift her away from me to give me room to move.
She turns her head to the side and starts to kiss me as much as she can. I start to pull out of her and so does Brian. We both slam home at the same time and she breaks away from my mouth to scream.
That scream is an amazing sound. None of the girls have ever made me harder than Devon.
An idea forms. “Hey, old man.” Trying to keep my voice even, I say, “We should bring in a couple girls for Devon to play with to see what happens.” She vehemently didn’t want to play with Kameryn when I made her. That will be a true test to if she’s breaking or not.
“You know what? That sounds like a great idea. Let’s arrange that for tomorrow.” With no more words needed, we go back to fucking Devon. Christ she feels so good wrapped around my dick, making those little whimpers.
Chapter 39
Enzo
They keep sending me pictures of men fucking Devon . The first ones pissed me off, now they just break my heart. I hate that she has to go through this. I hate that we haven’t been able to go in and get her out yet. But Matt says Brian is planning on inviting me to whatever he has planned this weekend.
I was ready to storm the place, maybe orchestrate a retrieval with the SEALs. Like how they killed Osama. The captain looked at me and shook his head when I told him that, though. Apparently it’s not appropriate to summon the military like that.
What I don’t get is why we can’t take them by surprise like we do every other operation like this. Matt says it won’t work.
I ended up taking Remy over to a buddy’s house until this mess is over. All I do is pace and not sleep while I’m home. And if I’m up, he’s up. I’m sure if we took him with us for the raid he would get to Devon and protect her.
You know what? That’s a great idea. I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial the captain’s number.
“Yes, Baez. What do you need?” He seems agitated.
“Okay, so when you guys send me in on Saturday I have an idea. I want to leave Remy with you guys. That dog loves Devon. He wouldn’t leave her side every time she was at my house. I know, without a doubt that he would protect her at any cost.” I silently plead that he will agree to this.
“Hmmm, that might actually work. We should take him somewhere and see how he is with tracking. Get something from her house that she wore, or a pillowcase and let him sleep with it. Get the scent.” Thank you, Jesus! I knew this man was smart. I hang up and grab my keys off the counter.
**
I stopped to pick up Remy on my way over to the house Devon shares with her friends. I put the truck in park and sit for a minute and just stare at the house. So much has changed since the first day I showed up here like a stalker. I can still see her beautiful face bruised. She more than likely looks a lot worse now than what she did that night.
I shut the truck off. I hop out and keep the door open for Remy, forgoing a leash. The dog won’t leave my side anyway. He follows me up the sidewalk and plops his ass down when I knock on the door. After two knocks, Peyton answers the door. When she realizes it’s me, she bursts into tears.
What the hell? “Peyton, honey what is it? What’s wrong?”
Now, if you’ve ever heard a sobbing girl, one who is taking huge gulps of air while she tries to talk, then you’ll understand my pain. I only catch every few words of what she’s trying to tell me. “Peyton.” That doesn’t grab her attention, so I grab her shoulders and command, “Peyton! Look at me!” She finally does. “Breathe with me. Nice slow, deep breaths.” I breathe with her for a minute or two until she’s calmed down enough to talk to me and for me to understand her.
“You’re here to tell us she’s dead, aren’t you?” Her eyes are welling up with tears again.
“No! What would make you think that?” I ask, vehemently.
“This is how it always happens in books and movies. A cop always shows up to tell the loved ones that the person they’re trying to find is dead.” This girl needs to stay the hell away from her fake world.
“Peyton. If she were dead, I would be more torn up than I am. I wouldn’t be able to keep it together. I’m just here with Remy to grab something of hers. Can we go inside and talk about this?” She nods and makes room for me to walk inside, then she pulls the door shut behind me.
I walk over to the couch and sit down. Rem
y follows sitting at my feet. Peyton tells me she’ll be right back that she’s going to grab the other two since they’re home. That way no one has to repeat the story more than once. And so everyone can ask me their questions. After everyone is settled in chairs around the living room, I get started.
“So we found her. I can’t tell you anything about where she is, or who has her. But we know that she is very much alive. We’re going in to get her on Saturday. But please don’t bombard her or anything. I’m sure her cell phone has been destroyed by now, but I’m going to take her back to my house once the hospital clears her. I will keep you guys updated through texts. She knows that I know where she is, so I’m hoping she’ll be able to talk to me about it. If not, I will get her the help that she needs. I can promise you that. I will take care of that girl … like her mother should have.”
Roni gasps. “She talked to you about her mom?”
I frown. “Yeah? She never told you? Did she?” Now it all makes sense.
There is a collective of shaking heads and murmured no’s. I sigh, running my hands up and down my face. “I’m not sure how to tell you all this. But I’m sure knowing it will fill all the missing pieces none of you could figure out.” They all lean forward, eager to hear what I have to say. They won’t be so eager after, though. “Devon has somehow gotten involved with some very dangerous men.”
“Oh my god!” Marny shrieks. I look at the other two; they seem to be speechless. “I’m going to take Remy upstairs and let him in her room for a little bit. Get him used to her smell.” Not waiting for a response, I stand. I head to her room, Remy in tow.
When I open the door to room, I’m assaulted by her scent. And I almost break down. I’ve never had someone I loved taken away from me like this. Yes, I love her. I wish I could have told her before all of this happened.
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