by Lisa Gerkey
She writhes against the restraints. Her mouth falls open as she moans and squeaks each time the flogger connects. My breathing is labored, my knees weak as I step closer. I place the flogger on her back and run my hand over her heated skin. A light sheen of sweat covers her body. My taste buds awaken and my mouth waters to taste her when my fingers connect with her exquisite wet cunt. Her pussy grips my finger when I ease it in just an inch. I move further behind her so I can watch. Except for a landing strip above her clit, she’s bare. In and out, I glide one finger slowly and then stop. Her pussy spasms right before my eyes. Jaycee whimpers. Soon, I’ll have her begging for mercy…begging for my cock.
My cock begs to feel her lips wrapped around me. I pop the button on my jeans and move back around to stand in front of Jaycee. She has little freedom to move, but that doesn’t stop her from attempting to maneuver her head at an angle she can see when I lower my zipper and grip my long length in my hand.
I could make her come first, but I want her on the edge for as long as I can keep her there, keep her mind away from this place. Music rumbles through the big speakers that hang high on the wall. It’s a nice distraction from rest of the sounds; drunk slurring, bitter tones ordering the girls to service them, the sounds of people fucking.
“Open.” I trace her lips with the tip of my cock. Her eyes flutter closed, and then they open until she closes them again and opens her mouth. I press a little further until her tongue darts forward, she swirls around the crown. My knees threaten to buckle. I thread my fingers through her dark hair to hold her steady while I slide my cock deeper, and deeper still until her reflexes force me to back off and give her air.
She whimpers like a baby at losing her bottle when I pull myself away from her. “You like the way I taste, sweetheart? Good. I need you to taste all of me.” Her moan is muffled when I thrust in again. I pick up my rhythm as I gather her hair away from her beautiful face. I watch my cock disappear between her lips. My spine tingles. My balls draw tight, and my sanity is threatened when she adds the perfect amount of suction. I pump into her glorious mouth one last time before I shout an involuntary string of curses and empty myself. With my thumb, I brush the teardrops that dribble down her cheek.
Even after my release, my hard-on doesn’t disappear. I don’t even bother tucking myself away, instead, I take the flogger once more and let the leather tips dance over her, prepare her. I land the flogger quickly against her ass, her thighs, with rapid strokes until she moans, and she calls out, begs me to end the agony.
Chapter Forty-Three
jaycee
“Ah, please! Please! Make it stop. You keep winding me tighter and tighter and I can’t take it anymore.” The husky voice doesn’t sound like it belongs to me. Every time he hits me with that thing, a million sparks zing all the way to my clit. I thought I would come from this alone, but he only pushes me a little higher, never close enough to fall over the edge. I so need that edge.
At first, when he put his dick in my mouth, I thought it was just his way to force my submission, but I soon learned it had nothing to do with me and everything to do with the fact he’s turned on and needs relief. Even after his warm essence slid down my throat in streams, he’s walking around hard and heavy. My swollen pussy is surely in for a treat when he ends her grief.
“Please? Did I hear you say please, baby? Is this what my baby girl needs? Huh?” I nearly come on the spot when he circles his finger around the tiny bundle of nerves. Nothing going on around us matters anymore because anyone besides Grant disappeared long ago from my vision.
“I need you to… oh god!...”
My words cease when I feel his cock press against me and he slides in just a fraction. Even though I’ve been dripping wet for a long while, my body resists at first. Slow and steady, he eases through the resistance, stretching my walls, filling me almost to the point of pain. He pulls out and thrusts forward again with more force, any trace of discomfort quickly diminishes to nothing but white-hot heat. I quiver around him and call out when after only a handful of deep long strokes my body and my mind explode. White light flashes behind my eyelids and the sounds that come from me are more like those from animals in the wild.
Grant grips my hair with one hand as the other clutches my ass firmly while he keeps fucking me. He’s already had one orgasm. I know he has great stamina. I fight against the leather straps that hold me in place, the urge to touch him nearly more than I can stand, and the need to see his face almost unbearable. The show must go on for the onlookers though. Grant can’t show affection or even a little remorse without raising eyebrows. All I can do is stay here and accept…the little slut must give her body…her holes…to her master. I guess I can just thank my lucky stars I love my master. But, he doesn’t know that yet.
The pressure builds and builds while Grant slams in and out and then grinds against my ass. Each stroke rubs against a spot inside me. It feels different from any orgasm I’ve had yet, expanding from the inside, far beyond my core. It’s too much. Not enough. I clench my fists against the leather bench and let my screams and moans take over as pleasure like I’ve never felt before rips through my body. His last thrust sends the bench scrapping a few inches across the dirty concrete floor, and he shouts with his release. We both come so hard and long, the mixture of our journey trickles down my thighs all while he’s still buried inside me.
Our bliss crumbles when applause and shouts erupt. I know Grant feels me flinch and my body grows rigid. He eases himself from my body, and after I hear him rustle around —getting his clothes adjusted — he removes the straps, first from my arms and wrists and then he frees my legs. My legs are jelly when he pulls me to stand to face him, my back to the crowd.
“Play along with whatever I say or do, got it?” He speaks low against my ear then kisses my cheek, just a peck. A tiny, tiny drop of reassurance. He’ll get us out of this, just like he’s done before and likely before that with a different woman.
Grant grabs his t-shirt from the table beside us. “Lift your arms.”
I stay silent as I follow his orders. I don’t trust myself to speak, so I keep my lips sealed while I raise my arms in the air so he can slip the shirt in place.
“Master Jacobs, we’re not in the habit of dressing the whores. There’s still a room full of hard cocks to satisfy.”
Grant squares his shoulders and stands straighter to face the man. “I’d like to hang on to her a little longer. I have more plans for our evening. Didn’t want to use her up to fast, you know? Save a little for the after-party.”
The man isn’t moved or bothered by Grant’s question, nor do I believe he’s in any mood to care. He has a different name, a different face, but I can tell he’s no different from Malcolm.
The daze from sex with Grant fades away as the real reason I’m here kicks in, reminding me of everything I’ve learned about this place through research before I came to Tampa. I signed on to come in here willingly, but it makes no difference once the doors are closed. The women just must hope that whichever asshole they end up with, goes easy on them.
I spent a short time locked inside a small room with the group of women before the man led us to the dungeon. Many are here for their next fix. They play the part — they kneel and beg for whatever cruel game that’s played with them, then if they’re lucky, or if they survive — they get their reward. Drugs. Another high. Enough to keep them going until the next time. Perhaps it’s another nail or the final nail in their coffin.
Grant angles his body so I’m standing behind him. “Is that going to be a problem?” He probes our host for his answer.
“Yeah, whatever. I got bigger fish to fry tonight, anyway. I need to get back out front and make sure everybody’s satisfied with their auction buy. Returns are a bitch to deal with, you know?”
My ears perk up when he mentions an auction. I’ve seen none of the girls here tonight that I found on the internet. Including Kennedy.
Now, if only I can find a way bac
k to that dark, creepy little room where my clothes are, maybe then I can get things moving forward to find my sister. Perhaps I can get Grant alone long enough I can talk to him about the reason I’m here. There’s a chance he’s already seen her.
“Do you have clothes somewhere?”
He waits until we’re a safe distance away from the dungeon to start the questions. A few people loiter in the dim hallway, but no one seems concerned with our presence.
“What the hell are you doing here? Do you have any idea how dangerous a place like this can be for a woman—hell, for anyone?”
“It’s not like you care! I could ask you the same thing, you know? What are you doing here? But, I already know why. And I know why your asshole brother and best friend thought it was such an awesome idea I come here to look for Kennedy. They fucking knew you’d be here. They knew! That’s why they didn’t offer to help me find her. They prepped me and trained me and then they sent me to you!”
The fact I’m unable to raise my voice does nothing to hide my pissed off state.
“Breathe, sugar. It sounds like we’ve got a lot of talking to do, but I don’t think here is the place. I’m assuming you wore clothes when you came in here?”
I nod my head, fearing if I try to speak, the hushed tone I used before will no longer be possible. Glancing around, I must decide how I got into this place. Just before we get to the door that leads to the main area with the bar and more assholes, we come to the hallway with a row of doors. I count to the third one. “There. That’s where they took me to undress.”
His hand on my back, a mere inch from my ass, he guides us into the room.
chapter Forty-Four
grant
I run my hand over the wall until I find the light switch. Dim light covers the small space just enough I can get a good look at Jaycee. “What’s this you were saying about Jon and Jensen?”
She doesn’t turn away when she strips my t-shirt over her head. She sways a few steps and puts the shirt in my hands. Jaycee does nothing to cover up or try to hide her nakedness. I quickly get my shirt in place while I wait for the explanation.
“Um, they…I found things that made me think I might find Kennedy here. I…I went to the agency to see if someone could help me, but, well, they gave me a job…I know you mentioned before you’d talked to your brother, but he…he offered me a different job. I’ll still be doing a lot of the receptionist’s work, but I got my PI license, so I guess I’ll help with cases too, and I guess this one is my first…finding Kennedy.”
“So, they sent you to find me, so I can find Kennedy for you.” I can’t help the little chuckle. For somebody that doesn’t believe in love, Jon sure has gone to a lot of trouble.
I avoid letting my eyes go to the area between Jaycee’s legs where her thighs still glisten from our sex. I school my features so if I’m lucky, she’ll have no clue the effect she has on me. A little part, hell, a great big damn part of me still hasn’t forgiven her for walking out on me that night while I was asleep in that hotel room. Even though I can understand it; that doesn’t heal the damage she did.
“Of course, I’m thankful for any help, Grant, but I expect nothing from you. I… I heard you loud and clear when you told me you were done with me. But, thank you for saving me out there. I didn’t want to…to do that stuff, but I knew I didn’t have a choice, so I’m just glad it was…you.”
“Get dressed. We need to hurry and get the hell out of here. You know I’m on a mission here. Undercover. And it has nothing to do with finding your sister. Did Jon tell you Jayson Phoenix is a part of this operation?”
Jaycee finishes dressing and then she pulls her long hair up and snaps an elastic band around to hold it into a ponytail. She’s too fucking beautiful to be inside a shit hole like this place.
“Do you think he’d recognize me?” Her blue eyes show a pang of worry with the mention of Phoenix. More so than with anything that’s happened yet.
“I don’t know. It’s possible he’s too strung out on drugs to recognize most anything, but I don’t want to take the chance. We’ll walk around and see if we can find out something about your sister, and then I want you to take your little ass back to Tennessee and keep it there. It’s too dangerous down here in the middle of this mess.”
I learn just how much she’s changed, how far she’s come since I last saw her, when she steps right up and places her small hand against my chest. “What about you? Huh? If it’s too dangerous for me, how’s it any safer for you? I thought you stopped with this undercover work.”
I rub my palm over my beard as I take a deep breath before I answer her.
“A lot of things have changed, Jaycee. You know that. I couldn’t…I had to get away after everything that happened.”
“Emily…”
“Not now! Don’t! I don’t…I can’t even hear her name right now. I…Fuck. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with, and I’m still dealing.”
“No, you’re not. You did the same thing I did in Memphis, Grant. You ran from your feelings and you ran from those of us who wanted to help you. I think we have that in common. When the going gets tough, we get weak and try to hide from it.”
“What? Jon and Jensen dig a shrink’s degree from that crackerjack box when they gave you that PI license? Let’s get out of here.”
I won’t dare tell her she makes a whole lot of sense. I don’t know what I’ll say when the time comes we can sit down and talk, but I know this isn’t the place we can have that conversation.
We walk out into the main area. “Oh, god! What are these people doing?” Jaycee shrieks and covers her face with her hands trying to hide her disbelief. I guess it’s the degradation scene they were talking about earlier. A young woman bound across a table, while six or seven drunks gather around her naked body, cries loudly.
“Shh…” I grab Jaycee and turn her into my chest to keep her from seeing everything that’s going on, any more than she’s already seen. I feel a knot in my own stomach when I watch the way they’re treating the young woman. The whole room erupts with whoops and hollers when a man slaps the woman across the face, then he spits on her before he pinches her nose between two fingers and shoves his cock down her throat.
Humiliation is common practice throughout the BDSM community. People get off on both giving and receiving, but it’s nothing I’ve ever wanted to practice. I don’t mind when a sub is a little shy or embarrassed, even a tad uneasy, but this shit is taking it much too far for my comfort level.
Jaycee struggles to remove herself from my grasp. “Don’t you see what those men are doing to that girl? We have to do something, Grant. We can’t just stand here and watch like it’s not happening!”
Devlin joins the room again. The mood quickly changes. Even the show in the middle of the room, with the girl on the table, seems to fade out of sight. A few men with guns appear and then one by one, men dressed in black suits lead women through the crowd. The color drains from Devlin’s face. I know what’s happening and I know any second the whole damn place will turn into a riot. “Jaycee, baby, I need you to listen. Okay? Shit’s about to go down and I need for you to get yourself on the other side of that door the second it does. Do you understand?”
I watch her eyes dart from one face to another. When her eyes land on a young woman they grow the size of saucers with alarm. “Kennedy.”
Jaycee’s distraction is just what these assholes need to pounce. People push and shove one another out of the way. Before I can stop her, Jaycee runs right into the middle of the chaos.
“Police! Anyone else makes a move, we’ll shoot!”
A motherfucker comes at me. I have no choice but to swing a right to his jaw. Bastard goes down on the floor. I lift my head just in time to see Devlin snag Jaycee before she reaches Kennedy on the other side of the room. He pulls her back to his chest with his thick arm over her throat to hold her in place.
Chapter Forty-Five
Jaycee
I f
eel like I’m caught in the middle of an action movie scene, but no one is acting. The shit going down around me is real. I struggle against the massive arm as this crazy man holds me against his chest. At first, I thought he’d snap me in half, but it’s clear he’s using me as a shield to protect his own body from fire.
When will Kennedy stop dragging us both through this hell? Everything that’s gone wrong in my life since our parents’ deaths connects to her, maybe even all because of her and the stupid choices she makes.
Tears sting my eyes as I fight to catch a breath. I make a vow, if I get out of this, it’s the last time I’ll put myself in a dangerous situation all because my sister keeps doing stupid shit.
I’ve worked out what’s happening. The place is being raided by the cops. Seeing the shocked expression on Grant’s face, I don’t think he’s a part of this plan. Two separate things are going down here, I need to find out if he’ll blow his cover or continue with the image he’s one of the bad guys. More than anything, I want to grab my sister and run to the only man I know will protect us both and get the hell out.
“Devlin O’Hare, you’re under arrest. Let the girl go!” An officer with his gun raised shouts the order, but this man…Devlin’s hold tightens.
“Jaycee! Oh, god, Jaycee! What are you doing here?” Kennedy ignores the cop’s orders to stand back and comes over to claw at Devlin’s arm. Her attempt is useless. He reaches out with his free hand and grabs a hunk of Kennedy’s hair and drags us both closer to the door. Several of the officers are busy with men on the floor, cuffing their hands behind their backs. The one who’s had his focus on Devlin steps in his path.
