by Christa Wick
With no seats in the back, I sat on the floor. Sorting through my bag, Dino cushioned me from the metal wall with his big body. Removing my ID and bank cards, he glanced at them then shoved them in his jeans’ pocket.
I offered a sneer he couldn’t see. He was going to be sorely disappointed if he tried to use any of my plastic. A first-year teacher in the Isaac school district, I had just enough cash on the bank card to buy gas until payday. One pizza away from being maxed out, the credit card was just as useless.
Sitting against the opposite side of the van, Feo eyeballed the necklace I wore. Given to me by my grandmother on her deathbed, it was an antique silver setting with an aquamarine. My grandfather had given it to her on their first wedding anniversary. The blue of the stone matched her eyes -- matched mine, too.
Dino looped a finger under the chain. He flipped the pendant over, studied its silver back for a second and then unclasped it. Holding the necklace up with one hand, he forced me to turn my head until he could see my face. His gaze moved from the stone to my irises and back again.
A flick of Dino’s wrist and the necklace landed in Feo’s lap.
My body already vibrating with tension, I coiled tighter at the loss.
Shushing me, Dino released my face. He shifted our bodies until he could nuzzle my neck and drape one thick arm over my shoulder and across my chest. I heard him breathe in deeply, taking in the scent of my perfume. The arm across my chest pulled me closer and then he pushed aside the lapel of my raincoat. With my blouse exposed, he traced my areola through its thin fabric and the lacy bra beneath.
God help me, my flesh responded even as my mind rebelled. My breasts started to swell and tingling heat radiated between my legs.
Seeing my nipple's reaction, he cupped my breast and firmly stroked the hardening tip with his thumb. I squirmed, but had nowhere to move. My back was against his hard chest and his free arm blocked me from moving left. He kept stroking, his lips joining the attack as he kissed softly at my neck. Grasping the small bud between his thumb and index finger he lightly pinched and tugged until it was fully erect beneath my bra.
I started to shake and he shushed me again.
"Better than a slit throat, little dove."
I wasn’t sure whether he meant the necklace or his touch. Either way, Dino was right. Closing my eyes, I forced myself to relax against him.
"Much better," he whispered in my ear. Releasing my nipple, he gave my breast a gentle squeeze and then ran his hand over my stomach and along my plump thighs. "It’s been a long time since I had someone so soft and sexy in my arms."
All the forced ease fled my body. After Dino had been arrogant enough to tell his buddies in front of me that he would train me as his bitch, I should have realized he planned to use lies.
He ran the back of his fingers along my cheek. "You don’t believe I find you sexy?"
I kept my eyes closed and refused to answer. I could only imagine how, inside his head, behind those cold eyes, he mocked me -- laughing at my body with its too generous curves. Every past lover had complimented me just long enough to do their sexual bidding then left me unsatisfied.
Dino would leave me dead.
Nosing the hair along my ear, Dino responded with a low chuckle. "Baby, convincing you otherwise will be my pleasure."
His hand dipped under my blouse, traveled up my skin to the bottom edge of my bra. "I bet it’s black, little dove. With matching panties, si?"
My spine stiffened at his accuracy and he laughed.
"You take time with your clothes and hair -- like you're putting on armor."
Right again. My shoulder twitched, earning a softer laugh from Dino.
His hand traveled a little higher up the underside of my blouse, his fingers brushing against the center of the bra's front panel. A little groan and he cupped my breast again, his lips hot against my throat. "Lacy with a front clasp, so very naughty blanca."
Across from us, Feo watched with a smirk. "Fuck, ese, I think she likes it."
"No." Dino tucked my hair over one shoulder, giving him better access to my neck. He kissed me slowly, a fresh tremor running through me at the renewed contact. "She hates it. Hates me. Isn’t that true, little dove?"
"Yes," I spat out.
Another goddamn chuckle and then he unhooked the bra.
"Please…" I closed my eyes, more horrified by the fact that Feo was watching than by the sensation of Dino’s hands on me. I had never been so sexually aroused in my life.
Feo descended into laughter, mockingly calling out por favor, por favor!
Dino palmed my breast. His lips and tongue searing my flesh, he moved from my ear to the starting curve of my shoulder as his hand squeezed then massaged then pinched, his rhythm matching his breathing. "How can I train you if I can’t touch you, baby?"
"I don’t want trained," I whispered. I shook violently, unsure how much of my reaction was revulsion and how much arousal. His breathing, the strokes, the little bit of pain followed by the soothing brush of his fingers -- all of it combined to drench my pussy.
"You do if you want to live, blanca."
His matter-of-fact tone triggered a momentary breaking. I started to cry, little hiccoughs punctuating my tears. Releasing my breast, Dino turned me until I was cradled in his arms and looking up at him. His thumb caressed my cheek and, for the briefest of seconds, I saw something other than a cold blooded killer in his gaze.
He blinked and it was gone, but the effect lingered in my mind. When he bent his head to kiss me, I didn’t turn away. My lips parted. My breast rose to meet his hand as he slipped it back under my blouse.
When his fingers found the nipple once more and rolled it ever so gently, I moaned. His tongue penetrated my mouth, softly sweeping along the inside of my front teeth. His hot breath fueled my own humid pants, as if he were breathing for me. I moaned again and he pinched a little harder.
The van's engine shut down. A metal garage door screeched behind us. Reality closed back in and tightened around my throat like an iron fist. We had stopped. I was isolated, in a private residence where I would be shuttled from the garage to the interior without a chance of being seen or knowing where I was. I tried to scramble away from Dino, my bound wrists stealing any leverage and making me clumsy.
He wound his fingers through my hair. Holding my head still, he gazed into my eyes. Again, I saw that nameless something -- neither light, nor shadow. "You remember what I told you about running?"
I nodded. Not the least bit threatening, his voice sounded fiercely protective. A wave of calm washed over me, but I knew its undertow was deadly.
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Dino drew a black hood over my head then carefully helped me from the van. When he placed his hand atop my head to guard against my bumping it on the vehicle's frame, I was reminded of every episode of Cops I had ever watched.
I stopped, an impossible idea clicking inside my head.
A hand squeezed mine, the gesture comforting.
"Keep moving, little dove." The hand moved up my arm to lightly grip my plump bicep. I felt his big body behind me, his free hand finding my other arm as he led me from the garage into the house. The cold air from a swamp cooler filtered through the hood, clearing my head as it chilled my flushed skin.
I could hear Feo in front of me, sounding a few feet away but facing me. "Here little piggy. Little --"
"One step up, blanca." His hands still gently guiding me, Dino’s voice sounded like salt on an open wound. Feo must have decided the tone was meant for him because his taunting ended abruptly.
Tentatively, I lifted my foot, the toe of my shoe searching for where the elevation ended. I took a step forward and then a second. The hard plastic soles of my shoes clicked dully along the floor for a few feet before carpet muffled their sound. Steered right, I could tell we were moving down a narrow hallway because walls brushed against both of my hips.
Voices, all masculine, drifted from the doors we passed. Catcall
s surrounded me but they died out at the soft growl of the man guiding me until the only audible noise was a mix of rap and salsa from the different radios playing.
At the end of the hall, Dino snaked an arm around my waist and opened a door. Stepping into the next room, the music from the hall faded. The door shut. Two locks clicked, each sounding as final as the grave. Another switch-like sound and I sensed the room brightening, a ribbon of light suddenly visible at the bottom hem of my hood. A final click and a radio or television started playing. A weatherman warned listeners about the evening thunderstorm rolling in.
Dino navigated around me, his body brushing against mine until his broach chest rubbed once against my breasts. Standing in front of me, he lifted the hood. His keen gaze studied my face as I looked at my surroundings. The room was small, a twin bed taking up half the space. Blackout curtains covered the single window. The only light came from a bedside lamp. A clock radio rested atop a decrepit dresser. Clothes, papers and a few drink containers littered the floor.
Not quite a pigsty, but a mess.
My gaze returned to Dino. Alone in the room, with no audience, he looked more warm than cold, more human than animal.
Afraid to ask the question sitting on the tip of my tongue, I cast my eyes down. My chest tightened, robbing me of the capacity to breath and I knew I had to ask while I still had enough air to form the words. "Getting out of the van, the way your hand shielded my head--"
Dino place a fingertip against my lips, stopping their movement. I looked up in time to see his gaze narrow, the effect a stern warning.
"For someone who looks so soft, you're very tough, little dove." His body almost touching mine, he took a step closer. "You've kept your wits, kept calm."
I was anything but calm, especially with him so close to me. Shaking my head, I moved to my left, away from the bed and toward the window. Dino intercepted me, maneuvering me until my back pressed flush against the wall. Untying my hands, he leaned close and whispered in my ear.
"The sooner they believe you’re trained, the sooner I can get you out."
Shadows bruised his face. I couldn’t read his eyes or his expression in the low light.
"What are you saying?" My near hysterical pitch reached above a whisper.
Once again, he placed a finger against my lips to silence me. He jerked his head toward the door. When he spoke, his words were loud enough to carry beyond it. "It's time to train you, bitch."
I shook my head. My mouth quivered against his finger. Fat tears rolled down my cheeks to no avail. Extending his free hand, Dino turned up the volume on the radio and then his mouth brushed against my ear.
"They are going to see you naked, see me touching you. I can't leave you with them to get help, and I can't leave with you until they think you're brainwashed."
He kissed my cheek, his fingertip trailing from my mouth down to my collarbone. "You don't believe me. You're going to struggle. You have to. But it's going to happen anyway, little dove."
I prayed he was telling me the truth -- not about what he planned to do, but that he could get me out. That he wanted to.
"There has to be some other way," I stuttered softly.
"Maybe with time." Dino palmed my breast, manipulating the flesh with gentle squeezes that warmed my flesh and brought a sensual ache to the stirring tips of my breasts. "Do they seem patient to you?"
Closing my eyes, I shook my head. Was it crazy to think Dino was telling me the truth? That, whatever he was, he didn't want to see me dead and was trying to help me?
"Wh-who are you?" I rested my cheek against the crown of his head, willing him to answer. "Are you--"
He stopped the question with a hard pinch of my nipple. "You don't have to trust me, blanca. You have to obey me."
Wasting no more effort to convince me he was one of the good guys, Dino stripped my raincoat and blouse away. I struggled as he peeled the fabric from me, fighting him and my body's reaction to his touch. He was too strong, too agile in evading me. It took only a few seconds before I stood in front of him with only my black bra, its clasp undone, shielding my torso. I raised my hands to cover my breasts.
"No!" His tone sharp, he grabbed my wrists and forced my hands down to my sides. Bending, he nosed the bra cups off. He straightened, his gaze hot on my exposed flesh as he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth.
"Fuck," he groaned. Pressing his chest against mine, he pinned me to the wall. "You're going to get me killed but all I can think about is having you completely naked -- beneath me."
Keeping me pinned, he kissed me again, this time on the mouth. His tongue curled up under my top lip and sucked at it in between gentle bites. Heat shot through me, frying my brain cells. I didn't even realize he had recaptured my hands until he tied the sash around my wrists once more.
"Tell me," he whispered hot against my throat. "Tell me I can save you, Garnet."
He had looked at my driver's license in the van, but it was the first time he had called me by my name. Not bitch or blanca or little dove.
"Say yes, Garnet." He kissed my throat, sucked at the skin as his cock swelled against his jeans to push at my soft, exposed stomach. "Say yes before someone knocks on that door and I have to do it anyway."
I said nothing -- just trembled in silence in his rough embrace, my pussy warm and clenching.
Threading an arm between my back and the wall, Dino swept the other arm against my knees and lifted me like I was some runway model instead of a woman careening toward a BMI of thirty. I couldn't fight muscles like that with anything other than my brain. I had to focus, had to--
Carrying me to the bed, Dino crushed his mouth against mine. Breaking the kiss, he placed me center of the mattress. My shoes disappeared, followed by the dress slacks, my bound hands useless in stopping him. With my pants off, his gaze landed on the black, thigh high stockings.
His mouth relaxed, the lips parting as his nostrils flared. Lust, fringed by thick lashes, simmered in his eyes. My nipples puckered tighter in response. Another twinge of need rippled through my cunt. Struggling to understand and control my body's response, I sucked a ragged breath in.
"I did not expect these, little dove." Dino ran a finger under the stocking’s band and lifted one dark brow. "Almost a shame to tie you up with them, they’re so sexy."
A second twinge, harder and longer than the first, pulled at me and I almost moaned. Hating that I couldn't control my own body, I kicked at Dino. He caught my leg then gathered both of them together. Tucking my calves between his muscular arm and torso, he immobilized my lower body.
Staring at me, Dino licked slowly at his lips. From where my knees pressed together, he trailed a finger toward the gusset of my black panties. He pushed aside one edge of the fabric. His eyes drifted shut, his nostrils flaring once more as he breathed in my scent.
"You smell ready, baby."
I didn’t need his confirmation to know I was wet. I could already feel the droplets of moisture hanging like translucent pearls at the end of my pubic hair. Even with a dead body at my feet, my body had responded to Dino from first glance to last. Now that we were alone, my mind confused from his earlier statements and his hands on me -- arousal flamed through me.
He brushed a knuckle against the hair covering my mound. Bringing the finger to his mouth, he sucked at it and another burst of cream escaped my pussy.
"I'm going to taste all of you, little dove. My tongue is going to lick every last drop of moisture from your sweet pussy."
Dropping my legs, Dino rose quickly and stripped his shirt away. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect body. The skin was a warm, light brown. His thick torso was muscled, the biceps on his upper arms so big I wouldn’t be able to get my hands around them. Small dark nipples accented the massive plates on his chest, each bigger than my head.
I forced myself to look away until I heard his shoe drop to the floor. Glancing out the side of my eye, I saw him balance on one leg and then the other. Wearing just his jeans, he
crawled onto the mattress. He straddled my hips, grabbed hold of the sash and forced my arms up over my head. He secured the tie to the slatted headboard, his hips lifting as he worked to bring his jean-clad cock close to my face.
Seeing the way the denim hugged his heavy balls and thick cock, I groaned.
A soft smile playing at his lips, Dino slid lower down my body. "Maybe you do like what you see, little dove."
Gently, he tucked my breasts back into the bra’s cups and refastened the hooks.
"I know I do." His hands trailed down the sides of my stomach and along my hips to stop at the top band of the nylons. Carefully, he roll the left nylon down my thigh and over my knee, the back of his hand softly brushing the inside of my trembling right leg.
With the nylon removed, he slid off the bed and looped the fabric over the top of my ankle, the ends crossing behind my Achilles tendon before he tied it to one of the footboard’s slats. A moment’s panic surged through me as he reached for my right leg and I kicked at him. Again, he caught me around my calf before I even landed the kick.
"You should save that energy for fucking, not fighting, baby girl." Cupping my heel, he brought my foot close to his face. He traced a light line down the center sole until my toes splayed inside the nylon. Smiling, he nosed the inside edge as his free hand ran up my leg to my knee then down my thigh. His eyes fluttered shut and, through the nylon, he kissed my ankle.
Still holding my foot, Dino opened his eyes and climbed onto the bed. Grabbing the top edge of the nylon, he slowly peeled it from my leg. His mouth traveled in the opposite direction, planting kisses until the soft hair crowning his head brushed against my inner thighs. The dark curls tickled the muscles, causing my stomach and ass to tense. As I tightened, he looked up the length of my torso, his hot gaze scorching my senses.
His eyes still locked on mine, he stretched forward until his mouth was a hair’s width from my covered pussy. He pressed a kiss against the cloth, his lips landing near the top of my labial split. Taking the fabric between his teeth, he lifted his head. The motion pulled the material tight between the globes of my ass and along the line of my cunt.
