She smiled, watching my fingers toy with hers. “I’m glad you didn’t want me to fade away.”
“I might have done this for any woman Chris decided to keep.”
Kat paused to study me. “I guess you might, at that. You’re too good to be here. You should run away. Go, while you can. This won’t end well. I’m going to make sure it doesn’t.”
Amazing. “Are you threatening us? Seriously? With him behind you? After tonight?”
That shut her down. She looked at her wrists. This time I was sure those were tears reflecting on her eyelids. “Hey. No crying allowed.”
She coughed and swallowed. “You’re fucking kidding me?”
“No. I’m not.” Face what you did, man. “Just because I made you give me a blow job you doesn’t mean I want you crying. The opposite, in fact.”
“Tough shit.” She sniffled. “We don’t always get what we want.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I did. I wanted you.” My heart did a hard tattoo, reminding me of her attractions. Lying as she was, things were squashed together. I glanced at her cleavage then ran my fingers down that sexy valley and along beneath her breast. “I got you.”
“Still can’t stop me crying.”
“Huh.” I kissed her softly then pulled away. “Tell me about you. Tell me…” I needed to know. I plunged into the deep end. “Tell me why you had bondage as something you wouldn’t do and yet whenever Chris and I hold you down, you react…well.”
Like some sort of arousal button that had seemed to be. I was curious. I hadn’t seen that happen before. Maybe I’d just needed to try it on a girlfriend?
Kat went quiet for a long time before she muttered, “Fuck. You don’t get to know everything about me. You just don’t.”
“True. It’s up to you. You can keep as many secrets in your head as you like.”
I waited while she took some deep breaths and blinked away more tears then raised my eyebrows.
“I had a boyfriend, a Dom. I thought –” She twisted her mouth. “He was like the best at first. Knew all my buttons to press, I kneeled at his feet, adored him, and then I went home with him and I became his slave. Voluntarily. Things changed in a way that made me doubt what happened. I thought when things went wrong, when he found fault with me, that it was automatically my fault. But for six months he used me like some girl who was his experiment at mind control. I know now it was abuse, not kink. Getting out was like escaping from a prison camp.”
“Go on.” I pulled down her top on one side and played with her aerola.
“Hey. You can’t expect me to –”
“Keep going.” I ran my nail around the circumference and smiled at how her nipple popped up.
Kat wriggled. “Stop doing that.”
“No.”
She frowned. “Erik… He used to like to tie me up and put a knife to my eye.” She made a funny choked sound then paused as if suddenly aware she was telling me too much. She twitched her eyes sideways. “Don’t tell him that. Please?”
“I won’t.”
Chris had stopped snoring but I wasn’t pointing that out.
“After him, I wanted to still be involved in the BDSM community, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do some of the things I…I used to…” Kat’s lips twitched.
She was scared to, in other words. This was a revelation. If I could just be sure of what to do with it.
“Like?”
“What do you mean?”
She seemed to be being deliberately dense. Or was I reading something in that wasn’t there?
“Like what didn’t you do?”
“I don’t know I want to tell you.”
I screwed up my mouth. “You already admitted one of them.”
“Huh.” She paused a long while and, when she spoke, some of her words seemed as if they stuck in her throat. “I still do pain. It helps me, if anything. I just didn’t do anything where I felt trapped, or heavy dominance or…”
I waited.
“Did you enjoy it with us?”
Thunk. The very air seemed to die. Wrong thing to ask. Obviously.
“I said enough. Why did I say that?” She shook her head fiercely against the pillow. “Why? To you?”
I kept my hand on her but let her outburst go.
She’d liked it. I was sure. But was all this reason enough to do what we did to her? Making her do kinky stuff she’d become scared to try? No, of course not. Chris and I were keeping her here just because we wanted to and we could. I took a breath. We were kidnappers, and…we were rapists. I hated that word but it was true.
I put my hand to her eye and drew a wisp of a line under her eyebrow, imagining how cruel a man must be to put a knife there when he knew it terrified her. “I like you,” I said softly.
“You like me?” She coughed out a laugh. “Andreas, you are a one of a kind. I guess…I like you too.”
“Guess?”
She shrugged. “In the circumstances, I think that’s pretty good.”
Not the best answer but she had reasons to be coy.
If she ever truly showed she hated me, I was leaving so fast I’d have burn marks from the air friction. If that meant leaving her with Chris, so be it. Though since I wouldn’t help her escape, and I would never betray him, I’d be caught between two bad decisions.
Shit. I’d cross that bridge if I ever came to it. The flip side – if she ever truly showed she cared for me, I was never ever going to leave her.
Chapter 19
Chris
I listened to Andreas and Kat softly talking for a long while, about her past and sometimes about his. I knew he was touching her and from the small movements of her body that it aroused her. Some of what she told him, I knew. Some things surprised me. I’d known of Erik, but not of how he’d affected her. The man was a respected Dom though he’d left town ages ago.
Maybe that’s why she’d never said anything about him? Maybe Kat had been too traumatized to say? It explained her behavior, gave me ideas on how to train her. I’d have to be careful with knives. I’d be careful, full stop. Total panic was never my goal.
Drifting in and out of sleep made it difficult to be certain of the time. I couldn’t see the clock but their talking surely went on past midnight. Andreas finally helped her to the cage and went to his bedroom.
I lay there fully awake, listening to her move about to get comfortable, and to the swish and rattle of trees outside. The wind had picked up. Perhaps it would rain tomorrow? The air smelled damp.
I replayed what had just happened.
The more I’d listened to them, the more my chest had hurt, like someone had stuck a claw in me and was slowly extracting strings of my flesh through the incision. Why? Annoyance? Jealousy? Maybe a bit of anger even?
I thought I’d adapted to Andreas asking to share her with me. Now, though, after he quizzed her like some guy on a romantic date – fuck. I was envious. I never intended for love to enter into the equation between Kat and me, it wasn’t realistic. No matter what I’d said to Andreas. Devotion, submission, yes. Not real romantic, gooey love.
Yet here he was, heading down that path, or that’s how it seemed.
I knew he wasn’t going to run off with her. Not Andreas. Not physically. But he was, in a way, stealing a part of Kat. It fucking bugged me.
Let it be.
I turned over and punched the pillow into shape. Then I closed my eyes and made sleep my bitch.
When I checked my emails in the afternoon, there was one from Vetrov.
I heard about the attempt to leave prematurely.
Damn. That would be Scrim reporting about Kat. What else would the man do except report it to Vetrov?
The chat icon was on so I logged in.
C: It won’t happen again.
V: Your friend was a risk. He still may be. Though less so now. I gather he is also helping you with training?
Scrim was good at watching.
C: Yes, he is.
V: Good. Yo
u are almost family. He is not. Remember that.
I loaned the house to you on the proviso there would be no risk. I tell you this as a longtime friend. If the incident is repeated the person will accompany my next shipment. I cannot afford risk. Understood?
Crap. I wiped my hand over my head, smoothing down my short hair, and dug my nails into my scalp for a second. Steady.
C: Understood.
I thought a moment, my mouth dry as dust. I’d rather a MMA bout than this conversation. The man was talking about taking away Kat and sending her wherever the fuck Vetrov sent his sex slave shipments. Overseas, somewhere, I was fairly certain. I wiped my hands on my shorts.
C: Everything will be fine.
V: Yes. It will be. Expect a shipment in the next week or two. Stay out of their way and they will stay out of yours.
A shipment? What the hell? That had never been mentioned before. I’d have to check with Scrim.
If there were somewhere else I could have gone to that was safe, I would’ve gone ASAP.
Andreas would be the main problem – keeping him oblivious of the human trafficking going on. Shit. I sat a while, staring at nothing. I’d have to lie to him. More than I had. So far it had been by omission.
Shit, shit, shit.
Why hadn’t Vetrov told me about this shipment? I guess, in his business, things might not be certain, or run on timetables.
For years I’d kept separate from this, ignored the knowledge David had accidentally tossed about on those drunken sessions. Now, I was going to have to confront something I’d heard stories about. I’d buried it, walled it off. This was the cancer inside of me that I’d pretended wasn’t there. One of its tentacles had finally wriggled out and was waving about in daylight. Black, dirty, sickening – a part of me. Fuck.
I could’ve done without this.
Once upon a time, I’d wanted to do something but I hadn’t. I’d gone back and forth, back and forth, swearing at myself. But I’d never done anything. I’d been afraid. Afraid both of what might be happening to the girls, and of how much that lured me.
* * *
I wriggled my back into a better spot on the beach lounge, drank the last inch of orange juice, and set down the glass to the merry clink of the ice cubes. The sand grated under the buried plastic legs. A few miles out, the sky was a porridge of a thick slate gray and the sea reflected the darkness. Closer in, at the sea’s edge, small glassy waves curled in like nature’s clockwork. The water was a blue so clear that even from twenty yards back, I could see fish flitting and curving through the water.
A thunderstorm hovered out there, maybe thinking about rolling landward.
Kat lay on her back before us on a towel. Her body shimmered with light and sunscreen. When she shifted in any way, things did a dance – she was a living wet dream from a porn site. Anticipation was giving me the biggest hard-on.
Andreas was flaked out beside me on another of the long, white lounges. Plenty of time to move back to the lodge if we had to. An hour of sunbaking left in the afternoon. The beach was still a great place to be.
Vetrov could go fuck himself. Compartmentalizing was the answer to keeping life under control.
I’d taken precautions. Kat’s ankle cuffs were joined with a chain and Andreas had her long leash. No one could see us, and anyway, no one would think anything except that we were kinky. Kink wasn’t illegal. Though the iridescent bikini I’d given Kat to wear should be.
I’d almost like her to try getting away again. It’d give me an excuse to get creative.
Andreas’s lounge was semi-reclined. He cranked himself up higher, on one elbow. “Fuck. That’s enough. I’m warmed up enough.”
“The sun?” I shaded my eyes with a hand.
“No. Her. Time to catch a mermaid.” Andreas tugged on the leash making Kat look up, startled. Then he began to reel in the leash. The metal tinkled as it knocked on the lounge. “Come here, girl. I need you to sit on my lap.”
From the small mountain peaking up Andreas’s shorts, the man was in a bad way.
Kat had a crinkle on her forehead that came and went. Would she do this? When she stayed put, I sat up and added some tension to the leash.
“Move. Unless you want to test out some of the more gruesome toys I found, out here, in the open?” I gave her my best mean stare but found I was hoping she’d defy me. Doing stuff to her after she was bad seemed better than just doing stuff, full stop.
“I got it,” Andreas growled and hauled on her even more until, half-pouting, half-frowning, she lurched toward us.
“Go for it.” I lay back down, smiling. “You’re a quick study.”
Watching her resist just enough to delay the inevitable, electrified me. I compared this to her previous performances. We were getting somewhere. She was truly my work of art in human flesh and mind. I’d never forget her mind. Getting inside there was as important to me as getting inside her pants.
With a few more tugs, he made Kat crawl up the lounge until she straddled his lap. To either side, her knees rested on the blue padding. The ankle chain would be cutting into him.
“Key?” He held out his hand for it.
She wasn’t going anywhere while sitting on him with me inches away. I took the key off my neck and gave it to him so he could undo the ankle chain then looped it back around my neck.
Andreas caressed her cheek with his left, leash-holding hand. “Hello, pretty thing.” His other hand, he slid between her legs, two fingers distinctly pressing upward, back and forth, working the bikini into her slit. She squeaked in one involuntary breath then bit down on her lip, as if trying not to look aroused.
I smiled and turned over onto my side so I could watch properly. Already the swell of her labia pushed out the cloth. “You’re more adventurous than I remember. Outdoor sex?”
“Mmm. What gave you that idea?” His finger sneaked aside the cloth and did that little dance sideways that said he sought her entrance. “I haven’t been in here yet, have I, Kat?”
His finger sank in an inch, two, and kept going up inside.
She clutched at his arm, trying to pull him away. “No,” she gasped out.
Andreas shifted his left hand to grasp the front of her throat. The reaction that triggered made my male hormones go into overdrive. She arched forward, her eyes closed, her mouth dropped open then she wriggled on top of him. This time her hands seemed more to guide him to drive his fingers deeper.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered.
The sinuous movement of her tanned thighs, and the jiggles of flesh as her tits nearly escaped from the top was enough to make my cock spring up some more.
I tsked at her grabby hands. “We can’t have that.” So I climbed off the lounge and pulled off my swim shorts. My erection sprang free.
“You keep that away from her pussy this time.” Andreas nodded toward my dick. “In a second, when she’s wet enough, I’m fucking her.”
Kat opened her eyes then opened them wider when she saw my cock. “No. Wait –”
“You’re telling us, to wait?”
Though she didn’t answer me, she struck at the arm pinning her throat. Andreas grunted. His arm dropped away for a few seconds before he recovered and recaptured her throat.
I straddled the lounge at knee level with my feet in the sand then grabbed both her flailing hands. “You okay?” I asked him.
Her panting wound down a little.
“Yes. She got me where the nerve’s damaged. I think Kat’s channeling that shark.”
A little frantic, she looked from him to me.
I stared her down until she dropped eye contact. “Leave your hands where I put them while I tie them. Tonight, you’ll learn why you shouldn’t have done that. Now, I could just use your cuffs but this is sexier.”
I ripped the bikini top ties and freed her tits, happy to see she kept her hands clasped behind her, though her fingers were white. Worried? “You obeyed. Very good.”
“Please.” She appealed to An
dreas. “Not both of you at once.”
“Why not?” His eyes were hooded and he pulled her head down a bit lower. “It’s going to happen sometime.”
While I was tying her hands firmly at the small of her back, he removed his fingers from her pussy. Before I could rebuke him, he plucked at, and pulled open, the tiny bows that tied the bikini bottoms together.
“Because…” She tugged with her hands, testing my knots. “I don’t do anal.” But as she spoke he dragged her ever nearer to his face. “Andreas!”
I snorted, having figured out why her voice had gone high-pitched.
After pulling open the bows, he’d put his arm around her and his finger to her little asshole. With his hand coated in her juices, he was steadily introducing the tip of his forefinger into that rosette. Already the finger had disappeared an inch inside.
Kat whimpered and squirmed. “No. I don’t –”
“That’s going in easily for someone who doesn’t. Let’s see if she can take more.” I cocked an eyebrow at Andreas. “As in my finger.”
“No!” she squeaked. Then she shuddered again as his hand visibly tightened on the back of her neck.
I leaned in closer. “Have you been fucked anally before?”
“Not…”
“Not what?” I licked her ear then bit.
“Ow! He only used butt plugs on me, but I…um…” Her voice stuttered to a halt and I bit a little harder. “I…I used them sometimes when I got myself off.”
“Thank you for answering honestly.” Andreas brought her in for a quick kiss then clamped her head to his chest so she was fully bent over and exposed. He smirked at me.
“You might not have been fucked here before but you soon will be. You’re getting a cock in your pretty little asshole today. And you’re going to love it.” By steering around his hand, I slicked up my fingers, riding along the groove between her soft engorged lips. “Damn, she is turned on.” While I held her wrists to her back, I pushed a finger into her pussy.
One very annoyed Kat. While she still scowled, I shoved another finger in and massaged high and fast inside her toward the front. The change in her face…
From the jerk of her body and clench of her walls, I’d found somewhere close to her G-spot. I planted my hand on her back to hold her in place, and kept going, jarring her with the violence of the massage. At her prolonged moan my balls started to ache with a vengeance. Fuck this. I needed inside her soon.
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