Reckless: A Dark Romance (The Masters Book 1)

by Sansa Rayne

  When I’m thirsty, I drink from a fixed bottle like a damn hamster. For snacks, Eyal passes me cherry tomatoes, baby carrots, crackers or pretzels one at a time. He watches as I chew and swallow, and I have to open my mouth to prove it’s gone before I can have more. Sometimes I wonder if this is normal procedure or if he gets his kicks by fucking with me.

  At dinner, Ingram lets me out of the cage so I can sit down at the table. He doesn’t trust me with a fork, a knife or hot liquids, so my food comes pre-cut into small pieces. If there’s soup, he keeps my hands bound and spoon-feeds me. It’s humiliating, but at least I don’t have to talk while he does it.

  Despite the insanity of doing my job through the bars of a cage, working passes the time. Staying inside Ingram’s home ensures Victor Sovereign can’t come anywhere near me. In the mornings, when I visit the harem to use the exercise room, Eyal and three of his guards escort me. Everyone stays out of our way.

  At least fifty times a day I read something about one of the Masters that makes me want to howl with rage, find the man in question and cut his throat. The crimes they’ve perpetrated, the abuses they’ve hidden — the back-room deals, insider trading, corporate sabotage and election interference… what I wouldn’t give for a thirty-second phone call.

  Most satisfying of all is the file on Sovereign. His crimes go way beyond flaunting privacy and national security concerns. His illegal data collection was being sold to not just the government, but cartels, foreign spy agencies, extremists — all the worst people. I could die happy knowing I effectively shut him down, though I’d be a lot happier burying him in a shallow grave — while he’s still breathing.

  After my fourth straight day of poring over files, Ingram shuts off the lamp over my head.

  “Kate, it’s time for bed,” he says, unbuttoning his shirt.

  I hardly notice as Eyal takes my notebook and pen, nods to Ingram and disappears. My eyes are on Ingram, and the hard muscles rippling as he undresses. Every night and every morning he does this right in front of me. He’s not shy; he has no reason to be. But does he have to?

  He lets me out to wash up and collects my clothes when I’m finished. Once I’m back in my cage, he says goodnight and shuts the light. Whether catching his reflection in the bathroom mirror or being forced to stand right in front of him as I disrobe, I can’t help gluing my eyes to his body. He must notice, but he doesn’t say anything about it — and he’s not so chivalrous he doesn’t check out mine.

  All the wrong thoughts spin around my head, and more than a few times my hands drift toward my inner thighs. Mentally cursing, I force my palms flat against the floor of the cage. Not only did Ingram tell me not to pleasure myself, it would be appalling to get off thinking about my abductor and captor, of all people.

  I wish he hadn’t told me not to — that only makes me want to do it more.

  After a night of restlessness and little sleep, I wake up on the verge of tears. Frustrated by the wet cushion beneath me, I sit up, spreading my legs. Ingram’s still sleeping, his breathing low and steady. Every night he shuts off like he’s flipping a switch, and he hardly stirs at all until morning. It’s probably some military or spy training. I should ask him how it works.

  However, since he is such a sound sleeper…

  Fuck it.

  Holding a hand over my mouth to keep myself quiet, I slide a finger into my soaked pussy.

  Just don’t think about Ingram. Someone else.

  My mind pulls up a blank. Every waking thought I’ve had in the last five days has been about Ingram, Eyal, Sovereign or any one of the other Masters, and not one of them is an option.

  I think of Brendan — handsome in his erudite, bookish way. Smart, sensitive and funny, he may not win any bodybuilding competitions but his heart is…

  Not a turn-on. It should be, I know. But the thought of him throwing me down on the bed and ripping off my bra nearly makes me laugh. Whenever he nibbles on my neck he stops and asks if he’s doing it too hard. He spanks my ass like he’s shooing a fly.

  Brendan’s just never done it for me.

  But Ingram…

  Fuck!

  The way my body churned when I first saw him in that limo… I wanted to believe it was just excitement from getting a scoop, but… I can’t think back to that moment without seeing his smile.

  Closing my eyes, I shake my head, as if that could knock him loose.

  What about John Cena? Maybe 1980s Schwarzenegger? Tom Hardy?

  Yeah, okay. This will have to be quick.

  Plunging in two fingers, I stifle my gasp. They’re enough to elicit waves of bliss. I go a little deeper on my next thrust, and start to pump my hips. My toes curl against the bars of my cage; I rock in place, working my digits faster. The heat inside me intensifies, and my chest heaves as I struggle to breathe just through my nose. But I’m close, and-

  “Gooooooood morning, Kate!”

  Screaming, I flinch so hard I bump my head on the cage’s ceiling.

  Ingram watches, his lips rising devilishly.

  “I’m sorry, did I interrupt?”

  “Fuck you!” I shout, pulling my legs up into my chest. I lie down, covering myself. My skin tingles and juices drip from my unsatisfied channel.

  “You were awake?” I cry, refusing to look at him. “You piece of shit!”

  “I’m sure it feels like a lifetime ago, but you did the same thing,” he says. “Turnabout is fair play.”

  Asshole.

  “Well congratulations, you caught me. Dick.”

  “Was this the first time you disobeyed my order against self-satisfaction?”

  “Screw you.”

  Ingram sighs.

  “I could check the security tapes, but why not save me the trouble?”

  “It is, okay? And it’ll be the last time, you creepy fucking asshole.”

  He thumbs the print reader to open the cage.

  “Get out,” he orders, sitting down on the bed. “Come here.”

  He’s still naked, his cock hard as a rock.

  “Here,” he says, patting his knees. “Face down.”

  I freeze, fixated on his cock. My pussy clenches, imagining taking in such an enormous rod. I can feel the pounding in my chest from head to toe. Saliva gathers in my mouth. Any thought of resistance evaporates as I stare. I should be strong enough to resist his physical allure. Maybe I am. But that’s not what I want to do.

  “Now, Kate.”

  Acting on instinct, I obey. I climb onto the bed, getting on all fours, then lay myself down on his fully-developed thighs. They’re hot and hard, twin beams of steel. They burn against me. My wetness drips onto them, causing blood to rush to my cheeks.

  Ingram pulls me a little further down, placing my ass directly underneath him. I bury my head in the sheets, which reek of his musky scent. I take deep breaths, unable to stop inhaling the aroma.

  Then he begins, smacking my ass with his firm hand. I gasp, lurching forward. Sweat rises on my back, despite the room’s morning cool. His next swat comes quickly, before I’ve processed the ache from the first. I mewl and instinctively try to rub the spot, but Ingram pins my hand down on the bed.

  “Did I say you could do that?” he asks.

  Speaking requires getting my brain to work, but I pull myself together enough to say, “No, sir.”

  “Place your hands behind your back.”

  I do as he says, crossing my arms — he bends my elbows so that my arms rest against each other.

  “Keep ‘em like that.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Obeying his command stirs the fluids in my core. His pleased hum pours kerosene on the fire raging within me.

  He resumes my punishment with a series of soft taps on both sides of my ass. Gradually he slaps my skin harder and harder, and just as slowly he increases his pace. What started off as mildly uncomfortable turns into a roaring inferno scorching my backside. Heat radiates off my skin. All I can do is fight my instinct to massage the sensatio
n away.

  “Get up,” he says. “Stand on the bed.”

  Dripping wet, I don’t hesitate. I rise up to my feet, sinking slightly into the mattress. The added height puts me nearly at eye level with Ingram.

  “Turn around.”

  I do.

  “Hands on your head.”

  I thread my fingers through sweaty locks, desperate for a cold shower.

  He resumes the spanking, working the sides of my ass, one at a time. Instead of the rapid taps of the last set, he takes a deliberate pace — one hard slap every few seconds. Claps of skin on skin echo in the quiet room. I yelp with each one. Yet, once I find my balance and enter a state of acceptance, the pain becomes easier to bear. I drive the searing heat away until I can perceive the overwhelming need in my sodden pussy; it clamors to be filled, to be rewarded for tolerating my Master’s discipline.

  Ingram brushes my ass with his fingertips, leaving lines of electricity. Even the briefest touch tingles. He drags out this fresh hell, as if making sure he’s touched every square inch of my ass. Wouldn’t want to miss a spot, would he? I groan, using all of my will power to stand still and not earn myself any extra torment.

  However, Ingram isn’t finished.

  “Get down on your hands and knees,” he says.

  I do as I’m told, though my slick palms barely manage to hold me up.

  “Head down, ass up. Stick it in the air, and spread your legs.”

  My cheeks flush as I obey. Mortified by the sordid position — my drenched entrances on full display — I’m happy to hide my face. The humiliation does not last very long though, as Ingram begins one more phase of my spanking. He alternates the side, speed and position of his strokes, leaving me unable to anticipate what he’ll do next. At first he lands three medium smacks in a row on my left, but treats the right to a single, harsh slap. Then he waits what feels like an hour to continue, leaving me with nothing but the sound of my own squeals. Tears wet the sheets below me. I inhale deeply, trying to catch my breath. At any second I may lose it again.

  What turns out to be the final series of swats come as a prolonged volley, spanking my ass every which way until the fire’s spread evenly. I’m long past the point of worrying about the pain; the real suffering is not having the relief my body craves. Sating my hunger would take so little, and help so much. I know I shouldn’t want it — not from Ingram, not while I’m a prisoner, but there’s no denying my obvious craving.

  “Good, pet,” Ingram says. “Go get cleaned up.”

  I gasp, shaking my head as I get on my feet.

  “No? Would you like to be disciplined again?”

  “Please! If you… if I… could have your permission… I’d like to…”

  Ingram smiles. That fucking smile. Innocent and suggestive at once. Infuriating and tantalizing.

  “Like to what?”

  Of course he’s going to make me say it. Well, I’m done playing coy. My body practically shakes. He already knows, just as I can feel the heat radiating from his cock.

  “I need to come. Can’t I just do it in the shower?”

  His grin grows wider, especially as I glance down at his mammoth erection.

  “Don’t you think that’s a little messed up, Kate? This is a life-and-death situation, in case you’ve forgotten. Shouldn’t sex be the last thing on your mind?”

  “I know!” I shout, wiping away tears. He’s clearly turned on — he wants it too. Does he have to be so fucking difficult? “But I can’t help it! And if I’m going to die… I should get to enjoy some pleasure. Isn’t that fair?”

  He steps up close to me, enough that his rigid tip nearly brushes against my stomach. I still tingle from its presence.

  “If you want to come,” he says, filling my vision with his godlike physique, “it should be done right. I’ll make you come, or you can forget about it. Your choice.”

  Stealing a look down at his rod, I bite my lip. Ingram, more than any man I’ve ever known, is built to fuck. He’d get the job done, but could I live with the disgrace of surrendering to this monster? I’d be reminded of it every day. There’d be no forgiving myself — no excuse that could suffice.

  On the other hand, I could die within days, and then I wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore.

  I nod.

  “I need to hear you say it, Kate.”

  “Please.” I clutch my arms across my chest in shame. “Please make me come.”

  He picks me up by my hips and lays me flat on the bed, mercifully not making me lie on my still burning ass. He moves me like I’m a doll, showing no effort at all — a thousand fantasies of what he could do to me with his strength flash through my mind. My head swims, preparing for his monster cock. Every time I picture it, it gets thicker and longer; how will he even fit it in? I’d rather not think about it.

  Ingram works quickly, binding my arms to the posts of his bed with rope. He tightens the smooth cords around my wrists and ankles, rendering me utterly helpless, then slips a fluffy pillow under my head. Despite the restraints and my tormented ass, it’s the most comfortable I’ve felt since my abduction. The rough rope digs into my skin, but focusing on the sensation distracts from my aching ass.

  I’m already grinding my hips against the bed when he climbs on top of me. His heat smothers me in a way I should hate but don’t. He groans as he eases his tip into my soaked pussy — I’m so wet, there’s no need whatsoever for lube. I howl with pleasure as he urges his shaft in deep, penetrating me painlessly despite his incredible girth.

  This is so fucking wrong, but I don’t give a shit. I would have thought submitting to a monster would be my rock bottom, yet my heart glows in my chest. A relieved smile brightens my face — and while I’m glad Ingram can’t see it, I don’t suppress it.

  He thrusts gently at first, but rapidly increases his pace. The vigorous motion causes my sore ass to smart, but I don’t care. His cock evokes unending surges of ecstasy. All my fear and fury washes away, at least for now, leaving me with nothing but pleasure. As much as I might hate everything about this, my body needed to cleanse the stress of my situation. It may be a rationalization, but if I tell myself this isn’t about me and Ingram, it’s just physical maintenance for my body…

  But that would be a lie.

  His breathing grows heavy as he pumps. He gathers my hair in his hand, tugging it back gently, reminding me of his total control. Whatever I feel, it’s because he wants me to feel it. All I can do is surrender to his will.

  “It’s okay to enjoy this, Kate,” he says.

  I groan.

  No it isn’t. But I will anyway. It’s nice of him to say, I suppose.

  With one finger he rubs my clit, intensifying every second of the experience. I inhale his musk from the bed and from him, not caring how loud I yell or who hears. Even long before Ingram took me from my life, I needed the release of a hot, brute of a man pounding me like an animal. I needed this, even if it is grotesque.

  I come quickly, wrenching against my inescapable bonds and Ingram’s slab of a torso. He presses me down, mashing me into the soft mattress, and keeps plunging his rod in deep. He’s not done; for all I know, he may never stop. I clutch my ropes and hold on like a palm tree withstanding a hurricane. My second orgasm arrives before I’ve even finished gasping from the first. Lungs burning, I squeal in dismay. My sweat practically pours down my forehead. I’m out of breath, fighting for every gasp of air. Ingram keeps my hair wrapped in his grip, not letting go no matter how much I wrench in place. I can’t take much more of this, but I don’t want it to stop.

  Ingram pulls my hair back, forcing me to crane my neck.

  “Come for me again, pet,” he says. “Don’t hold back.”

  My jaw drops open, allowing me air but sapping my body’s resistance. Bucking hard, Ingram drives me to another explosive climax. My head swims, and for a second I go deaf; it’s not my hearing, I’ve just gone hoarse and can’t scream anymore. The rhythmic slapping of his body against mine co
ntinues, louder now than anything else in existence.

  When Ingram finally stops, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve erupted with euphoria. However, I haven’t felt the heat of his essence spill out inside me. My brain is too blasted to register what’s happening at first; a cool liquid pours into my ass, followed by a hot hand spreading the fluid all around.

  Oh.

  My eyes widen in shock as Ingram forces his slick tip into my ass. He’s so big, and my tight hole can only take so much.

  “Easy, Kate. You can do this,” he says.

  He’s so big, I’m not so sure I can. But I appreciate the vote of confidence.

  Moaning with abandon, I shudder as pleasure and pain blow out my circuits. I’ve had my ass probed by toys but never such an indomitable cock. He works it in slowly, giving me time to adjust, but there’s no getting used to a presence quite like this. I force my tight muscle to relax, admitting Ingram’s member.

  “You’re doing very good, pet,” he says.

  Twinges of pain prick my perception as Ingram fills me with one more inch, one more inch, one more inch. Every time I think he must be all the way in, he finds another inch of steely shaft to pry me wider.

  He leans down and kisses the back of my head, saying, “That feels amazing.”

  His words curl around inside me, stoking a bizarre sense of pride.

  When he finally starts fucking my ass, I’m beyond words and thought. I’m beyond caring about whether or not this is wrong. Finding a second wind, I immediately howl it out. Enraptured, I weep uncontrollably, savoring the pleasure of this repulsive union. With Ingram still rubbing my clit, I hit my peak again and again, feasting on the carnal gratification. The sounds of his pleasure stimulate me, his satisfaction feeding back into mine. My gorgeous, infuriating, brilliant, monstrous captor grunts and gasps as he finally crescendos, withdrawing his cock to spray his seed all over my ass and back.

  I’m floating through space, nearly insensate, when Ingram slides around me and kisses my cheek. He asks, “What do you say, pet?”

  “Thank you… sir,” I somehow croak.

  “You were amazing,” he says.