BLAKE: Captive to the Dark

by Angelini, Alaska

  I’ll know when you’ve opened this email. You’ll have twenty minutes to respond. One-hundred and fifty thousand or I leak the pictures.

  A telephone number was at the bottom of the message and I reached over and grabbed my cell off the coffee table. Kaitlyn pushed to her knees and reached for it. “Please, let me talk to him. He might do something rash if he knows I told anyone.”

  The last thing I wanted was her dealing with this asshole, but I was curious as to how he would respond to her without knowing I was present. Reluctantly, I handed it over. Kaitlyn dialed and continued to move the mouse around the monitor as if it were some sort of nervous tick to try to keep herself occupied.

  “This is Kaitlyn. I got your message.” There was a slight pause and she pushed up. The confusion on her face had me dying to know what he was saying. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” Another pause. “I can’t come up with that sort of money. I’ve been gone, but I’m sure you’re aware of that. Listen, there has to be another way.” After a few seconds her jaw dropped and she pulled the phone back to look at it. My hand came up, motioning in a circle.

  “Well, what did he say?” I grabbed my cell, placing it back on the table.

  “He won’t bend. If I don’t give him the money, he sends them out to the media. He made it short, but sweet. I only have a few days.” The fear she had to have felt drained almost all the color from her face. “One moment, one stupid thing, and it has the power to destroy everything I worked so hard to represent. I didn’t want to be just another stereotype.”

  I pulled her into my arms, trying to ignore the way my body responded. “Try to not let it worry you. I’ll see what I can do. I told you I would protect you, and I will, no matter the circumstances. Now, go eat.”

  The tension holding her body rigid melted at my words. Kaitlyn’s nails embedded in my chest and I nearly moaned. My cock hardened in record time. The torture I was experiencing sent my already raised blood pressure through the roof. If I didn’t get away from her fast, I’d break. Damn, I was so close to just unleashing my beast on her. “Now,” I snapped. I stepped back and stalked the length of the room, more in a desperate attempt to flee than the embarrassment of looking like a fool with a hard-on. If I didn’t put a safe distance between us, there was no telling how far I’d go with her. “Jesus Christ.” The bedroom door slammed at my push. Yes. The barrier was good.

  My reflection from the dresser caught my attention. Blond hair was standing at odd angles from the million times I had ran my fingers through it. The dark blue button up shirt was nearly halfway undone due to the choking sensation it kept giving me. Thanks to Kaitlyn’s half naked pictures and naked form right in front of me, no doubt. Who was I kidding? If I wanted to release the darkness I held, no fucking door was going to stand in my way. Nothing would. Determination would leave me going until I overcame every obstacle and had my teeth and claws sunk deep into her skin. Right where I wanted them. Hiding behind a fucking God damn door. I had to be kidding myself.

  “Sir?” The light tapping against wood caused my eyes to close. Had I thought I could escape? She never left me alone for long. Not that I minded. I reveled in how she couldn’t stand to be parted from me. That’s what was making my need for her worse.

  “Come in.” My tone was harsher than I intended. I felt run down inside. Tired of fighting what I so desperately wanted. Her. Now I had to deal with her blackmailer.

  The door eased open and she only glanced at my face for a moment before lowering her eyes. “I’m sorry. I know I’m bringing you all sort of problems—

  “No.” I shook my head. The way she blamed herself for something she couldn’t control clutched at my heart. Kaitlyn was getting worse. Apologies were plentiful whenever we separated. I was starting to notice that and I wasn’t sure what to think. “Come here, kitten. Let me hold you.”

  The immediate obedience was getting better. She wasn’t fighting me on every little thing like the first two days, but she was still stubborn as hell when she felt like it. Never where affection was concerned, though.

  “There.” I wrapped my arms around her, smoothing back her hair. “You didn’t do anything to upset me.” The softness of her breasts pushed into my chest and I couldn’t stop my fist from lacing through her long, dark waves. “Fuck, I want you.” The declaration came out in a rush from my exhale. My hand gripped tighter and I pulled her head back so she could look at me. “You should be scared. Very, very scared.”

  Slowly, she shook her head, barely a movement with the death grip I held. Shit, those eyes were the only thing keeping me grounded. Yet, they were responsible for causing the internal chaos that was wreaking havoc on my control.

  “Sir,” she whispered. “Please. Show me…everything.”

  My hand pulled her head forward, bringing her body into mine. The other wrapped around her lower back and I wanted to infuse her soul with mine. Show her why she shouldn’t want this. All I could do was hug to her tightly, an internal apology for what I knew was coming. Fuck, I might seriously injure her. Or, at the least, hurt her enough to set her back.

  “Forgive me, kitten.” The crashing in my brain was nothing more than a train wreck I was watching from the distance. “God, forgive me. I can’t not do this.”

  My hand ripped her head back while the other squeezed around her throat. The fear that flashed in her big eyes sent the killer in me to new heights, feeding the lust induced adrenaline until the all too familiar calming settled over like an evil blanket. There I was. Me. The real Blake so many people feared.

  “You’re beyond help, now, Kaitlyn. No one can save you. Only me. And I don’t want to.” I bit her lower lip until I tasted blood. Fucking heaven. Sucking the thick flesh into my mouth while I ran my tongue over the cut had my cock aching. A cry fell into my mouth, but she didn’t fight. Not yet. “So sweet. I bet you taste just as good everywhere.”

  “Sir.” The way she moved her hips closer told me she wanted this. Such a stupid, beautiful girl. I hadn’t even begun, she had no clue. Most wouldn’t be able to handle my dark side. Kaitlyn, being a former slave...I didn’t give it unleashing half of what I held before she broke down and begged to leave. For some reason, that made me want her more. To test what she was made of. Hope kept me going. Hope that maybe by some weird twist of fate, I was wrong.

  My hand let go and I pushed her hard toward the door. “Start walking.” I didn’t give directions or insight into what I wanted. Let her figure out where to go by herself. For her sake, I prayed she’d have a hard time. That would give me the excuse I wanted. That I craved.

  A slight hesitation and she turned and began walking toward the living area. Her small arms hugged her stomach. Afraid. Yes, she was scared. Good.

  “Sir?” Kaitlyn stopped in the room and turned to me.

  “Keep going,” I bit out.

  The blue of her eyes deepened while she scanned the room. A step toward the kitchen had my fingers digging into her arm. Slowly, I shook my head. The deep rise and fall of her chest lifted her breasts. Damn, I couldn’t wait to feast on them. To devour everything Kaitlyn Summers held inside and out.

  The hallway came into her view and she glanced back at me. She swallowed hard and started walking. When she came to the first door and peeked inside, she quickly shut it and moved to the other side of the hall, only to open and close it, too. My fingers twitched as she got further down. At the last two doors, she looked back and forth. The side of my mouth lifted as her hand settled on the one that rested at the backside of the house.

  With a quick twist, she threw the door open and gasped. I didn’t give her time to take in my toys. I shoved her inside and closed us in.

  “I…” Kaitlyn spun around, staring at the wooden barrier as if it held her salvation.

  “What? Changed your mind? Decided you’re in way over your head? Too late. Might as well keep walking to the center of the room. Your chance to escape has come and gone. You’re mine now, Kaitlyn, until I say otherwise. And I mean t
hat. Do you forget what I do for a living? I’m a tracker. If you think you’ll ever be able to hide, know I’ll be there. A ghost, watching from the shadows until I decide I want you.” I walked forward as she stepped back, keeping pace. “That’ a girl. Keep going,” I said, under my breath.

  The moment she was under the suspended restraints, I held up my hand. Her eyes lifted and the ragged breaths had my gaze narrowing. “You know these? Doesn’t look like you’re a fan.”

  “My…face…, and back.”

  “He had you in these when he did that?”

  Kaitlyn nodded, but didn’t take her eyes off of the cuffs. I knew I could do one of two things. Either one could destroy her if it had the wrong effect. Although part of me should have thrived on that, it didn’t. I’d only just gotten her. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin that opportunity. A tingling blossomed in my stomach causing me to growl. What the fuck was that? Emotion mixed with my evil? Hell no, that wasn’t right.

  “Lift your hands.”

  A small cry fell from her lips and I didn’t wait. I jerked her hands over her head and fastened the straps.

  “I’m not going damage you like that bastard. Don’t get me wrong, I’m going to hurt you, but in a way that I’m hoping you’ll enjoy. Beg for, even.” My hand pushed between her legs, right into the wetness that was coating the inside of her thighs. “Oh…yes,” I moaned. “Even scared out of your mind, you want this. Let’s see for how long.”

  I stepped back, adjusting the length of the chain until she could barely stand flatfooted. The sway of her body while she pulled against the restraints was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. My sight became transfixed. Saw nothing of the other props I held. Not even the bed in the far corner where I knew I’d finally get to take her. My attention was solely for Kaitlyn, who was staring at me, holding more questions behind those wide orbs than either of us had the answers for. Some were laced in fear, others, an insatiable wonder.

  Blindly, I felt along the wall where all of my sex tools hung. The first thing I came into contact with was my leather gloves. Then, the riding crop. My eyes never left her as I slid the material over my hands and began to circle around, soaking in every angle and curve of her body. The arch in her back sucked in my touch as I made a path from the middle to the base of her spine. Such a lovely shape she had. Once I got her totally healthy, she’d look even more delectable. Skinny was never my thing. For her, I made an exception. But she wouldn’t be like that for long, if I had my way. And, I would.

  “Sir.” Kaitlyn pushed back into my hand. The action was second nature. I stepped away and brought the loose end of the crop down to the back of her thigh. The gasp had me doing it to the other side. Small sounds echoed throughout the room while I traced the end up toward her pussy.

  “You are not to move when I touch you. At all times, I want your ass still and your eyes lowered. One look at me and you’ll pay a very serious price. One you won’t like. I promise.”

  A whisper left her lips, so quiet I couldn’t hear. The beast in me went wild. If Kaitlyn so much as did anything, I wanted to be a party to it. Missing one single response made me angry. I’d never know if her new answer would be the same or not. “Louder.” The slap against her ass made her spin around until she was almost facing me. The eyes that met mine gave me pause. There was a strength inside of her that I’d never been faced with before and it baffled my mind.

  “Bring it,” she hissed. “I fucking dare you.”

  My arm was around her waist, lifting her completely off of the ground before I could process it. Tightness hugged around the leather covering my fingers as I slammed two inside of her wet pussy, pounding until she was screaming. “Is this what you want?” Flesh was suddenly between my teeth as I bit into the mound of her breast. Spasms rocked her body almost instantly, but I couldn’t get past the taste of her blood. It made my eyes water, feeding me some unknown power from her life force. In slow circles, I moved my thumb over her sensitive clit while she trembled in my arms.

  “Oh, kitten.” I licked the imprints of my teeth marks. “You’re so fucked now. Why couldn’t you just go back home?” My fingers slid out from her opening and I rested my head against her chest, basking in the odd sense of comfort she gave me. The hard thumping of her heart caused the pulsing of mine to increase. Pitch black surrounded me as I closed my eyes and reveled in the sound.

  Both of us, prisoners to our pasts. Captives to the hell we’d gone through at the hands of others. Was it possible to overcome the creations we’d become? Or were we lost, trapped in the secrets of our never ending nightmares? As I held on to Kaitlyn’s suspended body like my life depended upon it, the smallest spark of hope burned into my chest. Embers that were sure to give us enough illumination to fight our way through the shadows. I could only pray it was enough. One thing was for certain, if the light died and the pitch dark took us, I’d hold her hand and lead the way. All she had to do was follow. By the time the night was over with, I wasn’t so sure she’d want to.

  “I’m not afraid of you, Blake. I told you I wanted everything. Show me the real you. No holding back.”

  There was no way she knew what she was saying. After what she’d been through, how was that possible?

  My hands dropped and I let her swing down, her body jerking as her feet connected with the floor. The predator was back, the goodness that insinuated itself…gone. I tightened my grip on the handle of the crop and dropped any form of mask I may have worn. The reliance of her pain sent a hunger through me with just as much dependency as the heat my body needed to maintain survival.

  Kaitlyn held her head higher while she looked at my chest. The constant tapping I began started on her legs. The higher I got, the harder I slapped. Bright red marks began to blossom. Fuck, yes. Soft sobs came from her mouth, but never once did she tell me to stop. I pushed her. Pushed myself as I watched the tears roll down her face.

  “More,” I breathed out. The crop fell to the floor as I reached over and grabbed the lube. The sound of my belt being undone didn’t seem to faze her. It was enough to give me pause. I let it hang open and came to stand before her.

  The lube coated my fingertips and I brought them over her back opening. Dark lashes lifted as her gaze rose to mine. “You’re amazing in your element. Such a beautiful monster.” Her tongue licked over her lips. “Can I keep you?”

  The smile that came to my face only grew as I eased my finger deep into her ass, making her gasp and cry out. “Keep me? Kitten, why do you think you’re fucked? There’s no getting rid of me now. I own you. Like I said,” I began thrusting in and out at a leisurely pace, “even if you decide to go back to California, you’ll never know when I’ll be watching. Waiting to take you.”

  A deep moan vibrated her welted body. The muscles around my gloved finger clenched tightly and I lowered, running my tongue over her folds. At the suction of my mouth, she squirmed. My other hand gripped her hip tightly. “Don’t you fucking think about coming or else I’m going to flog the shit out of you.”

  Desperation laced her moan while I added another finger. I knew it was hurting her, but somewhere within, she had to have been experiencing pleasure. The juices were flowing from her pussy and I couldn’t get enough.

  “Sir.” Kaitlyn wiggled some more and I bit into her inner thigh. The scream pushed me over the edge and I stood, pulling at the buckles of the cuffs. Kaitlyn fell into my body, immediately wrapping her arms around my neck and crushing her mouth to mine. The Dom in me was ready to throw her back and punish her for kissing me without my permission. The man in me melted at the passion she displayed. I rarely kissed women. Couldn’t. It was too intimate. Yet, just like at the hospital, I was alive under the caress of her tongue. The numbness was nonexistent, replaced with an odd impatience that hit right to the core of who I was.

  The bed was suddenly under her and I was tearing my clothes off impatiently. Heated skin met mine as I went back to devouring her mouth. Fuck, she was so hot from wh
at I’d done with the crop. My hand stopped short of cupping her face and I pulled back, looking down at the other glove I’d used to bring her pleasure. The leather separating our connection was suddenly intolerable. How? Why?

  Kaitlyn was the biggest mind-fuck of my life. Never had I questioned so much shit. My teeth tore at the material and I tossed them to the side. “This isn’t over, kitten. It doesn’t get all lovey-dovey now that you’re out of those cuffs. If anything, it’s about to get a lot worse.”

  I swear, I could see her eyes actually sparkling under the dim lighting. No words were spoken, but she didn’t have to. Her anticipation was obvious.

  Nails embedded in my back and I could feel the blood trickle down from underneath them. A growl filled the room and it took me a moment to realize it had come from me. My hand locked around her neck. “Yes,” I whispered. “Mark me, baby, but be prepared for your actions to be replicated. Only give what you can take.” The top part of my body rose and I moved my other hand down to rub against the outside of her pussy. Kaitlyn’s face was getting redder by the second and I tightened more, letting her feeling the build. “You’re so fucking ready for me. But not yet.” I let go and reached down, pulling my belt loose. Her head lifted voluntarily, stunning me, but I didn’t stop. I put the belt exactly where I needed it—craved to see it—around her neck.

  “You’re making me so happy.” I slid the leather through the buckle and pulled securely. “This is where things are going to get intense. Hold on, Kaitlyn. You’re about to go for one hell of ride. One that might end up with a California destination.”

  She shook her head, tightening the belt with her movement. “You’re not going to give me a reason to go back. You wouldn’t,” she said, breathlessly.

  “Don’t kid yourself.” I pulled the length of leather and had her head rising so she could be closer to my face. “If I’m ever going to see if this will work, I can’t tiptoe around you. You deserve to see the ugly truth for yourself. Like you said, no holding back.”