Bound: Contemporary M/M Romance (Auctioned Book 2)

by Rana Drake

  Collin gave me a weary look and sat up in bed, holding out his hand to take the glasses. He put them on his face, giving him that nerdy look that made my cock hard. He blinked, then focused his eyes on me, staring.

  "Can you see now?" I asked him.

  He nodded. "These are better than my old glasses. Thank you," he said.

  Hearing him thank m gave me pleasure and I felt my chest expanding. To quell the feelings, I snapped, "Well, I can't very well have you walking around here blind. Customers are going to need you to see better, maybe that's why you were beaten so badly last time."

  I turned, then retrieved his food and pushed it in front of him, berating myself for being so harsh to him. Why had I said those things? I didn’t want to snap at him, but I didn't want to be nice to him either. The contradictory feelings that he kept conjuring in me were getting annoying.

  "Eat you food, then I need to check your ribs again. Your face looks like it's healing. That's good. You're a quick healer, you must be healthy."

  He began shoveling the soup into his mouth, occasionally pausing to tear into the bread with his teeth. He had finished his meal in no time. For someone so skinny, he sure could pack away a meal.

  I took the cart away and sat next to him on the edge of the bed. "Lift your arms," I told him. He did, and I ran my hands down his sides, watching him to see if he would wince when I touched a tender spot. He didn't.

  "Do your ribs not hurt anymore?" I asked him. He stared at the floor and didn't respond.

  "I asked you a question," I snarled, annoyed.

  He quickly shook his head. "No…sir," he said. Hearing him call me sir made my cock twitch but I didn't do anything about it.

  "Very good," I said, brushing my hand over his thigh.

  "So tell me, Collin, what did you study in school?" I asked him. I already knew. We did our due diligence when it came to recon involving pick-ups. I had already checked his file and knew he was in computer science.

  He gave me a weird look. "I studied computer science," he said. Then he added, "Why should you care?"

  "I don't have to fucking explain myself to you," I told him. "And if you ask too many questions, I'll have to remind you of that in a rather harsh way, so I don't suggest you keep doing it. But if you'd like to know, I'll tell you. I'm putting together a pamphlet to hand out to clients, and I needed more information to put in yours. Some of my clients enjoy a slave with a specific knowledge, in case they want to put you to work."

  He hung his head in response, and I looked at him sitting there, vulnerable and helpless, knowing that I could fuck him to my heart's content if I wanted to. It was troublesome, knowing that the only reason I held back from doing so was because I knew if I did it, there would be no turning back, and I would have to make him mine forever. Did I really want to take that leap?

  Fuck no, I didn't. Detachment had gotten me everywhere in life and I wasn't about to give that up now.

  I got up without saying another word, slamming the door shut behind me. I needed to cool off.

  Ash caught up to me in the hall. "Hey, where is that kid? The one that Marlon returned…the blind one?" He asked. "I couldn't' find him in the group cell, did you re-sell him already or something?"

  I paused. "No. He's here. I've got him in solitary holding. He's wounded, he can't be with the others yet."

  "Let me see him then. I want to see how far along he is, there was someone that called about him earlier. Some guy that was here at the last sale. I want to let him know how long it'll me."

  I squared my shoulders. I didn't want Ash going in there. I didn't want him to know that I was housing him in one of the playrooms, either.

  Then I remembered I was the fucking boss around here.

  "No," I simply said.

  Ash gave me a weird look. "No, I can't see him or no…"?" he was clearly confused

  "No you can't fucking see him," I yelled. "Now get the fuck out of my face. Ash gave me a pissed off look, but didn't argue. He knew better than to argue with me, or oppose me in any way.

  Annoyed at the whole exchange, I stalked off to my private office, where I proceeded to turn on the live video feed coming from Collin's room. I unbuckled my pants and jerked off to the sight of his skinny helpless body, collapsing into my chair, my chest heaving.

  If I didn't fuck that him soon, I was going to lose my god damn mind.

  11

  Collin

  I was starting to feel alive again. The pain in my ribs was starting to go away, and my eye was almost back to normal. I don’t think I would have healed so fast if I wasn't here in this room with an actual bed and a bathroom and being fed a gourmet dinner every night. I was starting to wonder if maybe I had any hope still of living a normal life. After everything that had happened at that monsters house, anything seemed better, and being here with Jake looking after me seemed like a vacation in comparison.

  Actually, Jake's whole demeanor toward me had changed since he put me up for sale. Ever since I had been returned, while I thought I was going to be punished severely, I was instead being treated almost human. Jake was still crass and rude and short with me, and he threatened me with violence if I didn't comply with his rules, but he was also seeing to it that I had everything I needed. The way he had carried me into the building when he got me out of the limo made me feel like I was safe, for the first time since this whole ordeal began.

  And then the bath that he ran for me, and the way he had so tenderly washed me…I was unable to get that moment out of my head ever since it happened.

  I couldn't figure out why he was being almost nice to me. It wasn't what I expected, judging by my first impression of him. Maybe he was nicer to all the captives after the initial intake. Maybe he was only awful in the beginning to try to scare everyone. It's not as if I had any frame of reference to compare him to other sex traffickers. I hadn't exactly met very many of them throughout my lifetime to know how these people normally treated people that they kidnapped.

  I had been so focused on day to day survival that I had almost forgotten my old life - the one I had been plucked from. It was so strange, but I had changed since I had been here. I had a sort of resolve that this was my life now, and I had adapted accordingly. I almost forgot that I used to be an autonomous being, someone who chose what I would eat, wear and do every day, instead of having it decided for me.

  Jake was on my mind more than anything else. He'd removed his nice suit when he gave me a bath, and was sitting there in his tight undershirt, one that revealed his tattooed, muscled arms, and I had gotten hard under the bubbles as he washed me. He was a hunk of a man, hotter than any man I had ever even jerked off to in porn videos. If a man was ever going to dominate me, I would want it to be him. He'd picked me up like I was nothing when he brought me inside, and now I wondered what his face looked like when he was getting off.

  He'd already seen mine. I had seen him watching me that day, as the kid in the cage next to me was forced to suck me off. I opened my eyes after I came into the guy's mouth, and our eyes locked. He was staring at me with unbridled lust, and then he disappeared.

  There was nothing for me to do in here except fantasize - and pleasant fantasies were the only thing that kept me sane. It sickened me to admit it, but something had been opened up in me that day that I had been forced into a cage and made to perform lewd acts in front of an audience. I had been so sexually frigid before, so scared of doing the right thing, so non-sexual in front of other people. Being forced into these acts had melted my inhibitions, and now I felt I had no modesty left. I had bared all in front of horny men, and while it was awful and shameful and disgusting, it had also been liberating.

  Jake was the star of all of these fantasies that I was having to pass the time - I thought about him buying me, and taking me to his personal home. The place would be immaculate, and I would live there as a pampered slave for the rest of my days, being clothed in the finest things and fed the finest food, and the only thing I would have to do
in return was worship him and his cock. The idea was delicious - enough to make me forget my old boring life entirely. It's not like I had anything going for me. In fact, since I had been here was the most any man had every paid attention to me at all. I was invisible to men before, and now that I was here, I was desired. Someone had paid a very large sum of money just to have me- and while he was sick and awful and I was so grateful to be away from him, a part of me still felt pride in the fact that my body was so sought after. It made me feel sexual and alive, and I had never felt that way before.

  Which is likely why I thought that Jake might actually care about me, or desire me. The reality was that he was a very hot, very rich man who had access to unlimited amounts of men, most of whom were much more appealing than I was, so why the fuck would he want me? I was nothing but another piece of meat to him, and he was likely telling the truth about why he was interested in learning about me - so that he could sell me off for a higher price because of my education.

  I snapped my head up as I heard a key in the door. That must be him now, as he was the only one that had been visiting me in here. When the door swung open, I saw an unfamiliar face. When he spoke, I recognized the voice as one of the guys at the sale. I hadn't been able to make out faces very well while I'd been wearing the contacts that weren't quite right,

  "What the fuck are you doing in here?" the man growled at me. I remembered his name was Ash, one of the thugs who kept order during the sales. He was nowhere near as good looking as Jake. He had stubble on his chin and oily looking skin.

  I didn't answer, as I knew nothing that I said would be acceptable.

  "I asked you a fucking question," he yelled again.

  I looked up at him. "This is where Jake left me, Sir. He said not to move." My voice was raspy.

  "I fucking knew it," he grumbled. Then he looked back at me. "Get up, you're coming with me. If you think you're going to get special fucking treatment because Jake has a hard on for you, you're fucking wrong, so cut the act now."

  He grabbed my arm and looked at my face. "You're all healed up. Time to get back in here with the others. You're not fucking special, you little shit." He began dragging me out of the room, and I stumbled and fell down as I tried to use my feet. My glasses fell off in the hallway and he kicked them when he took his next step. I was back to being practically blind and I had scraped my elbow when I fell. He yanked me back up until we were in front of another door. He quickly opened it and threw me in so hard that I fell on the ground on the other side. When the pain subsided, I looked around and saw myself surrounded by other miserable faces. Some of them I recognized form before. I was back with the other slaves, and by the way they looked, they were not having a very good time. The temperature in the room was cold, not like the comfortable room I had been in at all. There was a toilet in the corner, as if we were in prison.

  I curled up in the corner, resting my head against the wall. I closed my eyes, trying to forget where I was. The only thing that I had to distract myself with were Ash's words - "just because Jake has a hard on for you." I pictured in my mind what that hard on must look like. Maybe he did want me. Maybe he was going to fuck me and take me home and make me his. I could only hope. I licked my lips, and in my mind's eye, I painted the picture of what our first fuck session would be like - the things I would do for him, the positions he would bend me in, the dirty things he would say to me. I refused to open my eyes and be dragged out of my fantasy.

  12

  Jake

  I'm finally getting back to the club after being forced to go on assignment for two days in another city. I was tired, had jet lag, and one of my knuckles had a pretty deep gash in it from punching a guy that was wearing glasses, but other than that, I was just anxious to get back and see how Collin was doing.

  I had tried to get Hunter to just send someone else when he had called me and told me I needed to fly across the country and handle another idiot who had gotten on his bad side with some seedy business practices. He didn't understand why I didn't want to go. "You used to love doing this shit, Jake, I don't know what has gotten into you." He had said.

  I didn't either, to be honest. He was right. I would have jumped at the chance to fly first class across the country for the sole purpose of kicking the shit out of someone, and possibly killing them, for doing the wrong thing to one of my associates. But this time, I would rather stay put and spend all day at the club with Collin. I had even told Hunter that I couldn't go, and to send someone else, because I had a slave that was injured and under my care. I had gone on a long spiel about how I needed to make sure he was well enough to be included in the next sale, which was today, because I expected him to bring in the highest dollar of all of them after Marlon Hargrove had walked out with him last time. The other clients saw what Marlon wanted and everyone wanted whatever that man said was good.

  Hunter didn't buy it though. He insisted this job was too important to risk someone else fucking it up, and he had assured me that he would make sure Ash saw to Collin and got him everything he needed so that he'd be in tip top shape. My heart sank when he said he was putting Ash on the job of keeping Collin healthy. That asshat couldn't keep a fucking pet rock healthy.

  If I got to the club and Collin wasn't just where I left him, I was going to be fucking pissed - and I had a good idea that he wouldn't have been given the care that I insisted he needed in my absence. I felt a gnawing sense of guilt at having left him alone. He had already suffered so much at the hands of Marlon and the thought of him being roughed up by Ash made me fucking sick. If Ash had touched him in any kind of sexual way I would fucking lose it. I didn't care who found out or told Hunter about it. My blood pressure rose as I pulled into the parking area around the back of the building in anticipation of what I would find in this place after having been out of town for two days. I had a lot to do today to get ready to host another sale tonight, and I wasn't in the mood for any bullshit.

  When I unlocked the door to Collin's suite and found the room empty, I wasn't surprised, yet I was hoping that this wouldn't be the case.

  "Can't anybody do anything fucking right around here?" I yelled out loud, my voice echoing throughout the empty room. I stormed out of there, looking for Ash in the office, but finding that room empty too. I was ready to punch a hole in the fucking wall, I was so angry.

  When I passed the group cell, I decided to pop my head in and take a look around, just in case. When I stepped in and saw Collin curled up on one of the cots with his back to me, my chest surged with pain. He looked like a little mouse over there, without me to protect him. I strode over to him, touching him on the shoulder. He startled awake and sat up, squinting at me.

  I realized his glasses were gone. "Where are your glasses Collin?" I asked him.

  He shrugged. "I..I don't know. They fell off of me when the other man brought me here. He wouldn't stop to get them..." His lip quivered and I could tell he was terrified.

  My stare softened. "How long have you been here?" I asked him, sitting next to him on the cot. I wanted to put my arm around him and pull him into my lap but of course I didn't.

  He continued to stare at the floor. "Two days," he said quietly.

  I shook my head. "That motherfucker. I told him to leave you alone." My anger boiled over, and I stormed out of the group cell, leaving him there.

  I was going to find Ash and tear him a new asshole. By the time I found him in the lounge, I was seeing red. I barged into the room, grabbing him by the back of the neck while he sat on the couch and watched the large screen television.

  "You don't know how to follow a god damn order?" I seethed.

  Ash looked startled. His gaze turned sour. "Get the fuck off of me. I don't know what you're talking about."

  I let him go, but continued to get in his face. "I go out of town for two fucking days and you move my slave into the group cell. I know Hunter told you to keep him as I left him, but he wasn't there when I got in. Since when do you have the fucking authorit
y to decide where to put my god damn slaves? You don't. You'd better learn your fucking place and learn to follow instructions or I will see to it that you are out of here for good. You understand?"

  Ash straightened his collar and nodded, but still looked pissed. "You need to chill out, Jake. I don't know what has gotten into you lately, but it's a real fucking drag. I don’t know what your deal is with that little nerd pick-up of yours, but it's affecting your job and you'd better watch it, is all I'm saying.

  He left the room, rubbing the back of his neck where I had grabbed him, and I stalked off to my office.

  By the time evening rolled around, I had been putting off preparing for the sale all day. I made my lackeys get the new pick-ups showered and ready, much to their delight, and I sat around and stewed over how I was going to prevent Collin from being bought tonight. My original plan was to keep him in the private suite and insist that he still hadn't recovered from his stint with Marlon. It would have been perfectly believable, too. It wasn't the first time we had gotten back damaged goods from that sick fuck.

  But now Ash knew the truth, and everything was ruined. I had no excuse as to why Collin shouldn't be on the sales floor, and if Hunter found out that I was holding back valuable merchandise for my own amusement, my ass would be on the line. Even though Hunter and I went way back, the man still had no patience for any bullshit, and he wouldn't let me get away with any, especially if it was going to cost us money.

  Fuck.

  The best I could do was try to prevent him from being purchased. My fists clenched when I thought about how the next person might decide to buy him for good. I may not ever see him again if that happened. Not unless I killed the motherfucker that wanted what was mine and took him back. I imagined myself doing just that, and my heart raced as if it were really happening.