He sat beside her and pressed the tip of the vibrator into her spread cunt. It hurt. She bit down on the rubber cock. “You’re dry. How dare you be dry in my presence?”
He smacked her bare cunt several times with stinging fingers. She jerked and tried to close her legs but, bound as she was, she couldn’t. Anthony climbed over her legs and knelt between them. He leaned forward and she realized with stunned surprise he was licking her cunt.
He was skilled, lightly teasing and licking her until, despite her fear, rage and exhaustion, her body began to respond of its own accord. At least it was better than being tied to a rack and beaten within an inch of her life or being force-fed her dinner on her knees.
He continued his attentions until she was trembling with the need to come. He pulled back abruptly and slapped her cunt. Alex startled and nearly pushed the phallus from her mouth. Fortunately, she managed to hang on to it, certain she’d pay a terrible price if she didn’t.
“Don’t you dare come,” Anthony barked. She felt the press of hard metal again at her sex. This time it slid in easily. He turned it on, sending a vibrating hum of sensation through her. Having already been stimulated nearly to orgasm, Alex’s body began to shudder in reaction to the vibrator buried inside her.
She bit down on the dildo, trying not to come, at the same time amazed her body could even consider orgasm at the hands of this asshole. Pretend it’s Daniel. Pretend it’s Liam. They don’t want you to come yet. Not yet. Do it for them. Breathe like Daniel taught you. Control your body. Breathe…
“Come for me, Alexandra. Show me what a perfect whore you are.”
“Come for me, Alex,” Daniel whispered, moving his cock deep inside her. Alex shuddered and moaned, wrapping her arms around him, parting her lips for his perfect kiss as she tumbled into orgasm…
The dildo was pulled from her mouth, slick with her saliva. Anthony dragged it between her breasts. He was smiling at her. “Very nice. Yes. You have potential. I knew you did. I knew it the moment I saw you.”
He leaned over her and kissed her. The impulse to spit in his face nearly overcame her. She closed her eyes, blotting Anthony from her mind, even while his tongue invaded her mouth.
He pulled back. “I’ll claim you in every way you can imagine. You will become my sex slave, desperate for my come, eager for my cock to fill every hole. But now you must be tired. The emotional strain alone of discovering your true Master at last has surely drained you.”
To think, she’d found his flowery language enchanting before. Now it just made her want to puke. She kept her face as neutral as she could and tried to smile. “Thank you, Sir,” she simpered.
He reached up and unclipped her cuffs from the bed and untied her ankles as well. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, revealing a powerful chest covered in a mat of dark hair. He slipped out of his pants and underwear and lay down beside her.
Taking her into his arms, he kissed her deeply. She couldn’t bring herself to respond, but he didn’t seem to notice. After a while he let her go. “I hope you will earn the right to sleep beside your Master. But for tonight while I will permit you the honor of my bed. You will sleep chained at my feet.”
Chained. Shit!
How could she slip away in the dead of night if she was chained to the fucking bedframe?
He forced her down to the end of the mattress, positioning her so she was perpendicular to him. Gripping her arms, he jerked them behind her back, using her own silver cuffs to secure them to the rails of the footboard.
He left her while he went to the bathroom. When he returned, he knelt in front of her on the bed and began to stroke his cock. She closed her eyes. “Open your eyes. Watch your Master.”
Alex forced herself to obey. He masturbated over her, his hand flying over his cock, his burning eyes raking her body. He stiffened in the moment before orgasm. Despite his order, Alex squeezed her eyes shut as warm blobs of ejaculate spattered her face and chest.
Anthony lay back, pressing his cold feet against her breasts. Alex didn’t dare resist him. Once he began to snore, she wriggled and twisted in an effort to get her cuffs open. All she succeeded in doing was digging them painfully into her skin. Exhausted, she gave up, focusing instead on wiping his disgusting semen from her face onto the sheets.
When she opened her eyes, sunlight was streaming through the windows. Somehow this seemed incongruous with the plight in which she found herself. How could the day have dawned beautiful and sunny while she was chained at the feet of a madman?
He was still asleep above her. An idea slipped into her mind. She twisted her head and was able to angle herself to reach his feet with her mouth. She began to lick and kiss his toes.
As she had hoped, he woke quickly. “What’re you doing?”
“Kissing your feet, Sir. I was hoping you would let me kiss your cock as well. I would love to wake you up each morning by taking your perfect cock into my mouth, Sir.”
What man could resist such an offer? Even a crazed dickwad wouldn’t pass up the chance of an early morning blowjob. Or so she fervently hoped.
He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “That sounds delightful, Alexandra.” He released her from the bars and pulled her up between his legs. “You may use your hands,” he said magnanimously.
She applied herself for all she was worth, bringing his early morning erection quickly to ejaculation. He came in her mouth and she forced herself to swallow every drop. She continued to lick and kiss him until he pushed her away.
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered with manufactured ardor. “You honor me with your seed.” He would like that.
He smiled warmly, eating it up. He patted her head benignly. “I need to use the facilities. I’ll be right back. You have earned a reward, Alexandra.”
Her heart began to pound so hard she was afraid for a moment he would hear it. He turned away, rising from the bed and walking into the bathroom. When she heard the sound of him using the toilet, she leaped up and hurtled toward the reading table, snagging her purse under her arm.
She’d realized while lying awake the night before that her clothing was still up in the attic. She could hear the sink water running. Desperately she grabbed Anthony’s shirt, which lay neatly folded over the chair and ran out of the room.
Her heart was slamming so hard she thought it might knock her over. She raced down the stairs, pulling the shirt over her shoulders as she ran. She managed to turn the lock on the front door and pull it open. Sprinting toward her car on bare feet, she yanked the door open, relieved she hadn’t bothered to lock the car.
She hurled herself into the driver’s seat and fumbled in her purse, searching for her keys. Her hands were shaking so hard it took her three times to finally get the key into the ignition. The engine turned and sprang to life. She put the car in gear and floored the gas, tearing out of the driveway on screeching tires.
As she drove, she watched anxiously in her rearview mirror, terrified he might come after her. She realized tears were streaming down her face. When she saw the entrance ramp to the highway, she began to cry, though they were tears of relief, not sorrow.
She had made it. She had escaped from that bastard. She was free and life had never seemed sweeter than at that moment.
Chapter 16
“It’s nice out. I think I might take a run, if that’s all right with you.” Sunday morning had dawned cool and clear, the muggy heat of the last several weeks finally dissipated.
Liam smiled at Daniel, secretly delighted. This would make his plan a little easier since Daniel would be gone at least an hour. He liked to drive down to a particular section of the shore and run along the beach. His being gone would make Liam’s absence somewhat less conspicuous. To cover his bases, he said, “No problem. I was thinking of going into town in a while myself. I have a few errands to run.”
Daniel went to change into his running clothes and Liam retreated to his study to get what he needed. He kissed Daniel goodbye and watche
d the handsome man climb into his red truck, thinking for the thousandth time how incredibly lucky he was to have such a man in his life.
Once Daniel had driven away, Liam grabbed his keys and headed for his own car. He pulled the folded piece of paper that contained the map and directions of his destination from his pocket and placed it on the passenger seat. If they couldn’t get Mohammed back to the mountain, then he’d bring the mountain to Mohammed.
Liam slowed to a crawl when he reached Alex’s street. It was the ½ in the address that was throwing him. 342½ Baker Street. Then he remembered it was a garage apartment—literally located over someone’s garage. He found 342 Baker Street and pulled into the long driveway, which wound back behind the house to a garage with an apartment above it.
Alex’s little red car was nowhere to be seen. He looked at his watch—eight forty-five. Maybe she was out at the supermarket or having breakfast with a friend. Having already spent forty-five minutes getting there, he hadn’t planned on having to wait for her return.
Shit. It was possible she wouldn’t be back for hours or even days. He hadn’t counted on her absence. So determined to seek her out and talk sense into her and so excited by the idea of bringing her home to Daniel, he hadn’t worked his way past finding her.
He sat for several minutes pondering what to do. The sound of an engine behind him made him look in his rearview mirror. It was Alex. She pulled up behind his car and turned off her engine.
He jumped from the car and headed toward her. She didn’t get out of her car as he approached. He bent down to look in her window. Her face was hidden against the steering wheel, her arms covering her head.
Alarmed, Liam pulled open the door. Alex’s shoulders were shaking and he could hear her muffled sobs. “Alex, what’s the matter? Alex?” His heart was pounding with fear. Had she been in a wreck? Was she running from something? Had someone hurt her?
Finally she looked up at him, her face red and streaked with tears. “Liam?” She squinted at him as if she weren’t sure who she was seeing. “What—what are you doing here? Is Daniel with you?”
“No, I came alone. I had to come, Alex. Daniel…we missed you. But what’s going on, sweetheart? Why are you crying? Are you hurt?”
He reached for her and she tumbled into his arms, wrapping them tight around his neck. She was still crying. He held her, frightened and sure something was terribly wrong. “Baby,” he crooned. “Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe now. Tell me what happened. Please. Tell me what happened to make you cry.”
Alex let go and stepped back, wiping her tearstained face with the back of her hand. The shirt was only partially buttoned and though it came to her knees, he saw she was naked beneath it. Anger seeped into his veins, for the moment obscuring his fear. If someone had hurt her, he would kill him. He would fucking kill him.
Alex followed his eyes and looked down, clutching the large shirt around herself. “Come inside.” She had stopped sobbing but was still sniffling. “I don’t want anyone to see me like this.”
He followed her up the stairs to her apartment, the whole of which would have fit in their living room. The room was warm, the air close as if no one had been in it for a while. He wanted to ask a thousand questions, to demand the answers but he knew he had no right. He’d come uninvited and unannounced. At least she appeared basically unharmed.
She waved toward the sofa and he sat upon it, moving a pile of laundry to make room. Alex looked embarrassed. “Sorry about the mess. I wasn’t expecting company.” She peered at him again, tilting her head as if to question his very existence. “I still can’t believe you’re really here. And Daniel’s okay?”
“Daniel’s fine. But obviously you’re not. You come driving up in a man’s shirt with nothing underneath and break down sobbing. What happened to you, sweetheart? Please tell me.”
“Anthony,” Alex said, as if saying this one name explained it all.
“What?” Liam was confused.
“Anthony Campos.” She winced as she said his name and suddenly Liam understood. She’d somehow become entangled with that sadist.
Liam jumped up from the couch and pulled Alex to him. Anger surged through him. “That bastard. What did he do to you? I’ll kill him. I swear to god I’ll kill him.” He swept Alex into his arms and carried her to the sofa, sitting with her in his lap.
She hugged him, pressing her wet face against his chest and bringing her hands up around his neck. He could feel her heart hammering against his like a caged bird. She had begun to cry again. Damn it, he needed to calm down—he was making whatever had happened worse.
As gently as he could Liam urged, “Tell me what happened. Are you hurt? Do we need to go to the hospital?” He wouldn’t put anything past that creep.
Alex sniffled and let go her stranglehold around his neck. She pushed her hair from her face and even managed a wan smile, which warmed Liam’s heart. “A few bruises, a few welts.” She rubbed at her bottom, making his heart tug with emotion. “I’m okay, I think. It was fucking terrifying, Liam.” Her voice broke. She drew a tremulous breath. “I managed to escape while he was in the bathroom. I didn’t even stop for my clothes. I just flew out of there.”
“Jesus,” he breathed, enraged again. “We are totally pressing charges against that motherfucker,” he snarled.
She paled, two bright spots of pink on her cheeks, her eyes wide with fear. “No. Please, god no. I couldn’t go through that. He’d say it was consensual. And it started out that way. Please… Please, just let me process this in my own way.” She blew out a breath and brushed her hair from her face. “I’m—I’m so embarrassed. I mean, I’m incredibly glad to see you. You have no idea. But not like this. I didn’t want you to see me like this. I don’t want anyone to see me like this.”
She began to cry again though it was softer, more of a release. He held her and stroked her head, trying to keep the red rage churning in his gut at bay. He needed to hear the whole story. He needed to know what was going on.
When she’d quieted again, he reached for the box of tissues on the cluttered coffee table and grabbed a tissue, which he handed to her. Alex wiped her eyes and blew her nose. She offered Liam another ghost of a smile.
He let her slide off his lap. “Tell me what happened,” he said quietly.
“I’m such an idiot. I can’t believe I did what I did. He was so handsome and he said such sexy things to me. He promised things. I was lonely. I missed you guys. Oh—” Her voice cracked.
“Hey,” Liam interjected soothingly, not wanting her to cry again. “It’s okay. Nobody’s judging you. I take it from what you’re saying that you went to see him? And things didn’t turn out quite how you hoped?”
“That’s the understatement of the fucking year,” Alex retorted. Liam felt the tight ball of anguish that had been building in his gut ease. There was the fiery spirit he remembered. He grinned and stroked her bare thigh.
“Tell me,” he urged again. “Tell me everything.”
She began to relate her story, haltingly at first and then speaking faster and faster, as if by getting out the words she could distance herself from the whole sordid affair. Liam listened, biting his tongue to keep from admonishing her for being so stupid. When she finally got to the part about grabbing her purse and running out of the house, he realized he was clenching his fists so hard his fingernails were digging painfully into his palms.
Alex’s cell phone rang from inside her purse. Alex retrieved it and her face went pale. “It’s him,” she whispered, holding out the phone with a trembling hand.
“Answer it,” Liam said. “And press speakerphone. We’ll see what he has to say for himself, the fucking prick.”
Alex obeyed. “Hello?”
“Slave,” the pompous man intoned. “You left my house without permission. You are not worthy of my attentions.”
The color rose in Alex’s cheeks. “Fuck you, Campos,” she snarled, though her hand was still shaking.
“How dare y
ou, you worthless whore!” the pompous ass shouted. “You will have to be severely punished for this. You will return at once, do you understand me? And when you come back begging to submit to me, I will chain you in the attic for a month to teach you who is in control.”
Nearly sick with rage, Liam grabbed the phone from Alex. “Now you listen and listen good, you son of a bitch. We could have you up on charges of kidnapping and aggravated assault so fast it’ll make your fucking head spin. You ever call Alex again or come anywhere near her and you’ll find yourself behind bars, you fucking asshole.”
Liam ended the call before the prick could respond. His heart was beating too fast and Alex was staring at him with a stunned expression. “I’m sorry,” he began. “I lost my temper. I—”
“No, don’t apologize. You were great. My hero.” Alex began to laugh, a deep-throated chuckle. The laugh rose up the scale, edging toward hysteria and Liam saw she was shaking.
He pulled her into his arms and held her close. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. It’s okay. You’re safe now.” He rocked her gently, holding her until the hysterical laughter and trembling subsided. When he let her go, there were tears on her cheeks but she was smiling.
“Thanks for defending me. I know I was a real horse’s ass to go there and not even tell anyone where I was.”
Liam held up a hand. “Hey. It’s over. You probably aren’t the first woman to succumb to his lies and false promises. D/s is a very powerful thing. Don’t beat yourself up over this. I still think we should press charges, but we can talk that over later. I’m just so glad you’re safe and got yourself out of there. Daniel and I were going crazy with worry when we didn’t hear back from you.” He stroked her cheek, his gut twisting at the thought of what the bastard had put her through.
Alex flashed a real smile at him then, full of pure sunshine. Liam knew at that moment she was going to be fine.
“You look like you could use a shower. I’ll wait while you get cleaned up, okay?”
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