Claimed

by Jaymie Holland

  He had taken everything she had dished out without one word of complaint, without one whimper. He had let her restrain him and play with him. He hadn’t had to give up control at all. He could so easily crush her with his superior strength. But he was a man of confidence, a man willing to give up control and not feel threatened by her.

  This time she would use locks, once she had him secured. She picked up the cuff that was attached to the chain then checked to make sure he still looked asleep. She slowly moved the cuff toward the arm he had sprawled out beside him. She reached for his wrist—

  He snatched her arm so fast and sudden that she cried out in surprise. Her head spun as he grabbed her and flipped her onto her back. Suddenly she was looking up at him and he had a look of satisfaction on his face.

  She tugged on her arm and she felt the metal cuff biting into her wrist. Somehow he had cuffed her in the same motion that he put her onto her back.

  Before she even realized what was happening, he was cuffing her other wrist on the other side of the bed.

  Her eyes widened. Rick had chained her to the bed. He was the one who was supposed to be chained.

  This had gone wrong in a hurry.

  The bed dipped and Rick sat on the mattress beside her.

  “Good morning.” He smiled and she saw a mischievous spark in his eyes.

  Uh-oh.

  “I figure that I owe you.” He traced a path from her throat to her cleavage that was still covered by the corset.

  That didn’t last long. As soon as his hand reached the corset, he pulled it down, releasing her breasts. She caught her breath as cool air tightened her nipples and they immediately ached for his touch. As if reading her mind, he lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples. She moaned as the exquisite sensations flowed throughout her. She loved her nipples being sucked and licked. Her next favorite thing to a man going down on her. He moved his mouth to her other nipple and gently bit it, causing her to gasp. He placed his hand on her flat belly as he teased the taut nub with his tongue and teeth.

  He raised his head and looked down at her and the corner of his mouth curved into a smile. “You’re one beautiful woman, Leslie.” He pinched her nipple, causing her to gasp. “And you sure know how to show a guy a good time.”

  She would have smiled if her eyes weren’t watering and her nipple didn’t hurt so much. She obviously didn’t have the same kind of stamina when it came to pain as he did.

  He moved his mouth to hers and softly kissed her. “Don’t you love paybacks?”

  She groaned. “I told you I like to be in control.”

  “Too bad.” He trailed his lips along her jaw and then down the curve of her neck to the hollow of her throat. “I always win, hon. Don’t forget that.”

  “Oh yeah?” she said.

  “Uh-huh.” His mouth was occupied with her nipple again, causing her to arch her back from the pleasure. He bit down hard enough to make her eyes fly open and caused her to cry out in surprise.

  A tough Navy SEAL she was not.

  “Rick.” She moaned as he licked her other nipple. “I don’t like to be out of control.”

  “Get used to it when you’re with me.” He looked down at her again. “Even when you think you’re in control, I really am.”

  “That’s not true.” She squirmed beneath his mouth and hands, loving the feel of it but fighting the want and need rising up inside of her. She was supposed to be on top. That’s how it was for her. After Michael—

  No, she wasn’t going to think about him. Especially not now.

  “Tell me, Leslie,” Rick said as he nuzzled the curve of her neck. “What makes you so determined to be in control with men?”

  It was as if he had read her mind. She had tried to figure herself out for a long time. She believed that it had to be Michael. She always liked control, but not in a relationship. Once he had been her Dominant partner and she’d been his submissive. It had been the only time she had let a man be in control and it had been amazing in the initial stages. But after their relationship ended, she swore she would always be in control from that point on.

  “I belong on top.” She tried to get out of his grip.

  “I am going to enjoy this.” He moved his mouth close to her ear. “And so are you.”

  “Ha.” She kicked at him but he grabbed both of her legs. She couldn’t begin to get out of his grip the way he had her. He easily picked up the leather cuff that was still attached to the chain at the foot of the bed and cuffed one ankle with it even as she fought to get her legs away. When that one was done he had an easy time of cuffing her other ankle.

  He tightened all of the restraints so that she couldn’t even wiggle. Her heart beat faster and she bit the inside of her cheek. How was she supposed to get out of this? She wasn’t Houdini like this man seemed to be.

  When she was secured, he moved up and braced his hands to either side of her chest and looked down at her. “How does it feel, Leslie?”

  “I don’t like it.” A bald-faced lie. She was so turned on that she wanted to squirm from need.

  He gave a soft laugh. “We’ll see.” He brushed his lips over hers and she couldn’t help a sigh of pleasure. Then he eased off the bed and she turned her head enough to see that he was going through her bag of tricks.

  She swallowed as he pulled out a red ball gag and a black blindfold and carried them back to her.

  “Ohhh. Look at this. Never used one of these. Can’t have you making too much noise so let’s try it out.” He put the ball gag to her lips. She refused to open her mouth. He pinched her nipple and she gasped in surprise and he pushed the ball into her mouth. He raised her head enough that he could buckle the back of the gag. The corner of his lips turned up into a smile. “That will keep you from complaining about not being on top.”

  She made a sound of argument as he put the blindfold over her eyes, a sound that he ignored. When the blindfold was on, he kissed the corner of her mouth. “There. That’s better.”

  Her thoughts spun. What was he going to do now that he had her down tight?

  He moved his mouth to her ear again. “You’ll see,” as if he knew what she was thinking. He inhaled deeply then ran his lips along her jaw then nuzzled the curve of her neck.

  Shivers ran along her spine as he kissed a trail down to the valley between her breasts. Something about not being able to see enhanced sensations because all she could do was feel his every touch. She thought about this strong man having her helpless. The thought sent ripples of excitement through her whole body.

  She gasped behind her gag when he sucked each of her nipples again, before moving his palm over the corset on down to her belly. His hand felt warm against her skin and she wanted him to move it lower and lower. He eased down her body and pressed his lips to her bellybutton, his hand on her thigh. She bit down on her gag and squirmed as he dipped his tongue into her bellybutton. It felt like there was a straight line between there and that place between her thighs that was dying for him to touch.

  He moved on and she thought she was going to go crazy as he nuzzled her mound and she heard his audible inhalation. He blew on her curls and she held her breath as she waited for him to go down on her. She wanted his mouth and tongue on her so badly she could barely stand waiting.

  Instead, he kissed her inner thigh and began moving his lips along the inside of her leg to the back of her knee. She groaned, loving the exquisite sensations. He continued on, over her calf to the inside of her ankle then the instep of her foot.

  Perspiration broke out on her forehead and her breathing came more rapidly. He was going to kill her.

  He slipped her big toe into his mouth and he sucked. She gasped behind her gag, unable to believe how incredible it felt with him sucking her toes, each and every one of them. He moved his mouth to her other foot and started the torturous experience all over again. He sucked one toe at a time then kissed her instep before trailing a path of kisses up the inside of her leg to her thigh.

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sp; Her heart beat faster and her mouth was dry. He pressed his lips to the soft skin between her folds and her inner thigh.

  Please, she begged in her mind, feeling almost delirious with it. Please.

  He ran his tongue over the soft curls covering the lips of her folds, then slipped his tongue into the wetness.

  She cried out from behind her gag and she nearly came at once. She managed to hold back her orgasm, but she knew she wasn’t going to last much longer. Her entire body was like one giant nerve.

  He licked and sucked and slipped his fingers into her core. She wished she wasn’t blindfolded so that she could look down and see his head between her thighs. She felt the softness of his hair and the abrasiveness of his stubble as he went on licking her while pounding his fingers in and out of her pussy.

  She couldn’t hold on any longer. She didn’t want to hold on. If she hadn’t already been blindfolded, her vision would have gone dark as her orgasm exploded through her. She screamed as she came, her voice muffled but her cry going on and on. Her whole body jerked and shook with her climax like it was never going to end.

  In the back of her mind she realized he wasn’t going down on her any longer and she was able to catch her breath again. A moment’s reprieve and then he straddled her shoulders, removed the gag, and pressed his cock to her lips, then pushed it into her mouth.

  She caught her breath in surprise as he started pumping his hips and forced her to give him a blowjob while she was tied up. It made her feel even more excited and her belly tingled all the way down to her clit.

  Before he could climax he moved away, off of the bed, and she heard the sound of a package being opened. He was putting on a condom and the thought that he would be inside of her again sent more thrills through her belly.

  The bed dipped from his weight. He settled himself between her thighs then drove his cock inside of her.

  Another cry rose up in her as he fucked her, thrusting in and out so hard that the headboard banged against the wall. Her body was so sensitized that she came almost at once, and she didn’t think she could take much more as the second orgasm took hold of her.

  She wished she wasn’t blindfolded and could see his face. She wanted to see his expression when he came.

  A few more strokes and she heard his groan and felt the throb of his cock inside of her. In and out a few more times and then he pressed his body to hers. She felt the sweat of his skin as it mingled with hers and thought she heard their hearts pounding as one.

  Chapter 6

  The shower felt delicious. If only Rick was in it with her—that would make it exceptional.

  She hummed to herself as warm water rained down on her and she washed her hair with rosemary mint-scented shampoo and scrubbed her body with soap of the same scent. When she finished she grabbed a towel, dried off, and stepped onto the thick rug outside the shower door. The bathroom was filled with steam and the mirrors fogged.

  The sound of a voice coming from outside the bathroom caught her attention. Was Rick back from his jog already? It didn’t seem like that much time had passed. Had she lost track of time? That or the sound had been her imagination.

  She picked up her brush and ran it through her wet hair. She paused when she heard a hard thump, as if something had been thrown across the room.

  What in the world?

  With her wet hair lying about her shoulders, she wrapped a thick towel around her body and opened the door from the bathroom into the bedroom. She heard another noise, this one coming from the suite’s sitting room that connected hers and Rick’s rooms. She frowned and walked through the door leading out of the bedroom to the sitting room.

  Three men were in the sitting room.

  Leslie started to scream but a man with a short scraggly beard and small dark eyes pointed his gun at her. “Shut up and come here.” His English was coarse and thickly accented.

  Adrenaline ran through her veins and her heart pounded in her throat as her whole body started to shake. She clenched the towel around herself and took a step back instead.

  He gave a low growl. “Come here, bitch.”

  Her body continued to shake as she stepped toward him.

  Scraggly-beard laughed and said in Spanish to the other two men, “A bonus, my friends. A beautiful woman.” He used his gun to wave Leslie closer to him. “Comprende Española?” he said to her.

  She shook her head. Even though she was terrified, a part of her realized that if they thought she didn’t understand Spanish maybe she would learn something from them when they talked to each other that would help her.

  “Is anyone else here?” the man asked her.

  She shook her head again. “No,” she said while she prayed that Rick would come back soon.

  The man grabbed her by the wrist and jerked her to him. He ripped her towel away, leaving her naked and it felt like he had stolen away her last defense. She folded her arms across her breasts and shivered as she stood in front of him.

  To her right a man was going through her bag of toys that he had obviously taken out of the bedroom. He laughed and pulled out Leslie’s metal handcuffs along with her leather restraints. “We can use these on the señorita if she doesn’t do as she’s told,” the man said in Spanish as he tossed the metal ones to scraggly-beard.

  “Convenient,” scraggly-beard said. “Now where are your jewels and your money?” he asked in a harsh tone as he swung the cuffs back and forth.

  “In the hotel safe in the bedroom closet.” She swallowed. “I’ll give you the combination. Then please let me go.”

  He laughed and shoved her so that she stumbled. The back of her legs hit the couch and she fell onto the edge of it. “Maybe we will let you go after we enjoy your body first.” He shrugged. “Or maybe we don’t let you go. There is a market for beautiful American women.”

  Cold washed through her at the reality that these men could rape her like he’d just threatened, and they could also sell her. She’d heard about women being abducted and sold, and turned into sex slaves. The thought made her want to vomit. She glanced at the other two men who looked at her with raw lust in their eyes.

  Come back, Rick, she prayed silently. Please come back.

  The man with the gun spoke to one of the other two men. “Check the closet.” Scraggly-beard turned back to Leslie. “The combination.”

  She paused for a moment, her mind suddenly blank.

  “The combination,” he shouted.

  It came to her and she rushed to get the numbers out. “Five-five-zero-one.”

  The man with the gun nodded to one of the other men, a thin man wearing a dirty white wife-beater T-shirt. The man went to the bedroom, shoved the door open, and disappeared. She heard the distinctive hard click of the lock and door opening.

  The man shouted in Spanish from the bedroom, “Much money and jewelry.”

  “Excellent.” The man with the gun approached Leslie and her heart pounded impossibly faster. “Now we have fun.”

  She felt exposed, vulnerable, and helpless. Three men with at least one gun against her, a naked woman. They were going to rape her. She could see it in their eyes. She’d never been so scared in all her life.

  Scraggly-beard set the gun on an end table and started to unzip his jeans

  Terror ripped through Leslie, giving her strength. She shot her foot out and rammed her heel into his groin as hard as she could.

  He screamed and dropped to his knees. The other men grabbed her and she screamed. One of them slapped her so hard that her mind spun. She tasted blood in her mouth and realized her nose was bleeding. The other man grabbed her around the neck from behind and pulled her up against him.

  “You, I will kill,” scraggly-beard said in English.

  At first, Leslie thought the man was talking to her.

  Then Rick spoke in a deadly quiet voice. “I am only going to tell you once. Let her go.”

  She looked up to see him standing in the doorway to the suite. Fear for him rose up inside of her.
What if they shot him?

  The man she’d kneed in the balls had already retrieved his gun from the end table and had it pointed at Rick. The arm around her throat tightened.

  “You are not telling me anything,” the gunman said to Rick. “Close the door. Then on your knees, hands behind your head.” The man walked toward Rick, keeping his gun steady. “Or she dies.”

  Rick looked calm as he got to his knees. He showed no fear, no doubt. As if he was just biding his time.

  The man with the gun pressed it against Rick’s forehead. “Get the handcuffs we found,” the scraggly-beard said to the thin man without taking his eyes or gun off of Rick. “Use those to cuff the gringo.”

  The third man kept his arm around her neck while the thin one went to her bag and retrieved her police-issue cuffs. The man with the cuffs walked behind Rick and knelt down to cuff his wrists.

  What happened next was a blur. Rick snapped his arm up and grabbed the barrel of the gun, pushing it away from his face and ripping it out of scraggly-beard’s hand. The gun went off and a lamp exploded as a bullet hit it. The man lost his hold on the gun and it dropped on the floor beside them.

  With his opposite arm, Rick flipped the thin man over his shoulder, wrapped his arm around the man’s neck, and twisted. Leslie heard the sickening pop of bone as Rick snapped the man’s neck then released him.

  In virtually the same motion, he brought straggly-beard down, slamming the man’s head against the floor. The man scrambled for the gun that was now beside him and grabbed it. Rick wrenched it from his hand. He put a bullet through the man’s skull.

  He surged to his feet, gun still in hand, and started toward Leslie and the third man. He came to an abrupt stop.

  “I’ll kill her!” The third man sounded shrill as he tightened his arm around her neck, choking her. Then her blood chilled as she felt the cold metal of a gun barrel pressed against her temple. That was why Rick had gone still. “Put down the gun.”

  “Don’t listen to him. He won’t kill me.” Leslie clawed at his arm around her throat as she could barely talk. “He knows you’ll kill him if he does.”