27009 (Welcome to Whitlock, book 2)

by A. A. Dark

  “No.”

  It was a lie. I stumbled and my knees shook. Scared didn’t begin to describe what was overwhelming me as I followed his direction to the tower. The closer we got, the slower I became. Repeatedly, the giant pulled at me, even going as far as grabbing my arm to lead me faster to the man watching from atop the hill. He wore a black suit only a degree or so darker than his hair. For being on an island, he wasn’t as tan as I would have expected. There was a hint of bronze coloring, but I got the impression it was genetic and had nothing to do with being outside.

  The pier came and went in a blur as my gaze stayed rooted to the one person who held mine. A scowl covered his face—a menacing expression of either disapproval or disgust. My heart sank to my stomach and doom reignited as emotions began to flicker on his face. Even for as far away as we were, the distance or anger couldn’t hide his beauty...or power. Each step magnified to a suffocating degree. My breath hitched, and the giant gave me a small shake as my feet tried to plant into the sand of the beach. This was bad. Very, very bad. Like the devil overseeing his kingdom, Master Gavin Draper stood atop the towering platform, watching us enter his world—his island of sea and sex slaves. This was meant to be a pitstop on our journey to Whitlock. With the way dark eyes devoured my every move, I wasn’t so sure leaving was an option. Especially, alive...

  His hands went to his hips and his wide chest rose and fell faster by the second. Rage. Was it me? Was I too ruined?

  “I’ve been thinking…” The giant moved in, keeping his voice low as we started up a wooden incline to the top of the hill. Without rails, my attention got pulled from the Master to the drop-off to my side. Each step brought us up higher, and it had to be three stories at the top. I didn’t trust the monster next to me not to push me off. “I’ve never took a virgin before. I liked it. But I never got your ass.”

  “You’re sick. I hate you.”

  “Doesn’t matter. I have an idea.”

  “We’re finished talking. I never want to see you again.”

  “Too bad. You’re about to face death and I’m not done with you. There’s too much damage. I’ll offer to take you back with me. I bet I could get you pretty cheap being as they’ll have to put you down anyway.”

  “What?”

  My head shot over and the giant’s hand tightened on my bicep as I tried to pull away.

  “He can’t send you to Whitlock looking like that. It’ll make him look bad. I’m going to ask him to keep you. We have so much more to explore. Next time the crew is taking turns fucking you, you’re going to be awake to enjoy it. You should have seen how much cum you were covered in.”

  Harder, I yanked, seeing nothing but the evil expression on his face. The moans came back—the rocking, the pain.

  “Don’t act so surprised. You know. You were whimpering so sweetly, don’t you remember? Aamir. Aamir. I think you liked it.”

  Horror had me thrashing in the giant’s grip as I shook my head.

  “Oh, yes. He cried like a baby the entire time. I guess tough guy isn’t so tough after all.”

  “No. No! I hate you! I—” Attacking came from nowhere. My fists were flying and I was throwing myself at Ram. We side-stepped, wrestling for control as he tried to grab my arms.

  “Hey! Hey!”

  A roar sounded and commotion came from above. Aamir’s body jerked in my peripheral as the captain pulled hard on the chain. He was trying to get to me and he was making ground as more men ran down the incline. Still, I went wild. The giant was twisting my arms, putting my back to him as he wrapped around and picked me up. Kicking my legs against his did nothing as he lunged forward and put his and my face inches from my brother’s red, growling one.

  “I can hold her down this time if you’d like dip your dick back in.”

  “Ah! Ahhh!”

  “Hey! What the fuck is going on?”

  Through the strands of hair stuck to my face, the Dragon stood but only feet away. Goldish-brown eyes trained right on me. They were so light through his fury, I found myself stumbling over my words.

  “Y-You’re sick. You’re all fucking sick. Slaves,” I exploded. “That’s what you do? You get these disgusting men to beat and rape defenseless people? To use and kill them whenever they please? How dare you. I hope you kill me. I give you my permission if you allow me to kill this monster holding me first.” I thrashed again, yelling at Ram’s nearly silent laugh.

  “You offer a life you don’t own, slave. You are already spoken for. Do you hate him so much you’d be willing to die for him?”

  “Like I said, he’s a rapist. A murderer. He killed a small boy right in front of me. He...ruined me. Hurt me.”

  “Ruined you? Your face, you mean?”

  A sob left me. “No. I was a virgin before I left Athens. What he’s done.” I swallowed hard, trying to push away the floodgate of emotion. “What he made my brother do to me while I was unconscious from the head wound he inflicted …”

  Slowly, the Master’s eyes traveled to Ram’s. Like a fire lit within the depths, the gold seemed to flare a rustic brown.

  “Is my name or property of so little value to you?”

  The giant stiffened. “Master, not at all. This slave is nothing but trouble. I never touched her. The head wound came from her fall down the stairs.”

  “You pushed me. You almost killed me!”

  “Lies.”

  “No, it’s true,” Jessa rushed out. “All of it. The push, the rape.” Tears streamed down her face as Gavin turned his attention to her. “We’ve all been forced. Layla was pure before she came here. I...the three of us are close. Please, we just want to go. We won’t say anything...please.”

  Cries left her, and the Dragon’s hands clasped behind his back as he took a step toward the top.

  “We keep having these issues, Willard. I told you last time: my merchandise, my ship, my rules. And here we are again, going over the rules. As captain, I expect you to get better control over who you hire to run my ship. We’ll talk at the top. I’m a breath away from burning you alive and I happen to need your ass back on the water.”

  The guards parted and I stared in horror as the Master headed back to the hill. At the hard squeeze from the giant, I grunted while we all began to all follow.

  “Bitch. You think you accomplished something from your fit? You just wait. When we get back on that water, I’m going to show you what rape and beatings are all about.”

  Chapter 17

  Everleigh

  It didn’t matter how powerful I became, or many people I helped or hurt. Inside, I always felt like a little girl rocking on the waves of uncertainty. I projected a Mistress capable of either the best intentions or the worst torment. Truth was, life always found ways to show my soul how inferior I was in the grand scheme of things. I knew the big picture was vast. I knew every deed I committed had consequences. And as I sat and contemplated my next move, I let them all come into play. I tried to see the outcome...to mold it with what I wanted. But it wasn’t that easy. Bram and I suddenly weren’t the only main players in this game anymore. I was learning there were others. Others, who were now interfering with what was mine.

  Ringing filled the room again, followed by Scout Five’s mad screams. His body weakly swung forward in the hanging cuffs and his snarl sounded more powerful than he was. I blinked the thoughts away, placing down my coffee mug.

  “Luke, I want you to call your brother again. He has to answer. I need an update on my twins.”

  Movement registered down the sofa, but I stared at Travis. Seconds passed before Luke sighed and lowered the phone.

  “Nothing. Would you like for me to call again?”

  My head shook. “I won’t play these games with him.” I took out the blocker on my phone, freeing it from being hidden.

  “Wait. Are you sure you want to call like that? He’ll know where you are. That could be a bad thing.”

  “I don’t care. My twins safety is all that matters right now.”
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  The moment I got the number and the phone began ringing, my pulse spiked. I knew nothing of Master Gavin Draper. Nothing but what Luke had provided, and that wasn’t much. Neither of us really knew him.

  “Who is this? I’m busy.”

  The deep, rumbling voice had me sitting straighter.

  “You don’t think I have better things to do than constantly calling you? You have something that’s mine.”

  The pause was met with a hum of sounds in the distance. I couldn’t decipher them. The only thing I could process was the deep rumble that filled my ear.

  “You’re not Fred Walker like the caller ID says. Like I asked before, who is this, and how did you get this number?”

  “Twins—a boy and a girl. They’re headed to Whitlock and they’re mine. They’re meant to make a stop at your island. I want to know if they arrived and in what condition.”

  “That is none of your business, lady.”

  “Mistress,” I corrected. “And you better believe it is. I have their Scout here with me. I’m afraid he’s not doing so well, and when you tell me their condition, he might not be much better off depending on your answer.”

  “You own Whitlock slaves, but if I understand you correctly, you are torturing a Whitlock scout for obtaining them for you? Is this correct?”

  A smile pulled at my lips through the amusement in his tone. “You would be correct.”

  “Does Master Whitlock know of this, Mistress…?”

  “Harper. And yes, he knows. Not that he can do anything about it.”

  A pause. “Harper. As in the former Master Harper’s wife? The one who killed him? The one, if my sources are correct, belonged to Master Whitlock before his attempted murder?”

  It was my turn to hesitate. “You hear a lot on that little island of yours.”

  “I hear everything, Everleigh Harper. So, you’re my brother’s boss. I could kill him for giving you my number.”

  “You do that, you’re a dead man. All I want to know is the condition of my twins.”

  “Hmmm. Well, I’m looking at them right now. Your girl is pretty fucked up: head injury somehow or another. Your boy looks alright. All cry rape, but that’s par for the course. Can I ask what you’re going to do with them? I didn’t take you for incest, Mistress.”

  “Rape,” I repeated, ignoring his question. “What sort of head injury? She’s alive, yes?”

  “Oh yes, she’s alive and kicking. Literally. She has a laceration from her hairline to her eyebrow.”

  “And how did this happen?”

  “She fell to the lower level of the boat. Missed the stairs completely and hit her head on the way down. Whether she was pushed or fell, I haven’t gotten to the truth of that yet. They only just arrived.”

  “I see. If she’s telling the truth, will there be consequences to the man who did this to her?”

  “Consequences for a slave?”

  “For my slave,” I snapped. “She was under your care. I know you run those ships. I know what you do. This is your reputation on the line.”

  “My reputation? Are you threatening me, Mistress Harper?”

  “Maybe. Maybe not.”

  “I would hope not. That would be very, very unwise of you.” A scream echoed through and he paused. “I’ll tell you what. You’ve been having my brother bug the shit out of me for a while now. I know when he calls. I’m going to do you a favor and invite you to my island. You can check on your slaves, take them, or see them off for the next part of their journey. My brother and I have unfinished business anyway. What do you say? Want to be my special guest while Luke and I patch things up?”

  “You’d do that? You’d let us come to the island?”

  Luke’s eyes widened while he shook his head frantically.

  “Of course. As for reputations, you have one that intrigues me. Tell me, Mistress Harper, have you ever seen skin melt free from the muscle before?”

  My teeth bit down, but I kept my voice steady. “I have not. I’m more into removing it, myself. Particularly the face.”

  A laugh. “I’ve heard about your pretty little presents. I have to admit, I’m a little jealous I’m not on the receiving end of such pleasantries. Master Whitlock is a very lucky man.”

  “I don’t believe he thinks so.”

  “He’s a fool. But I am not. What do you say we have dinner? Would you like to join me for some wine, candlelight...a little murder? I have an amazing firepit.”

  “Is that why they call you the Dragon?”

  “We’ll go with your answer. Maybe. Maybe not.”

  “I see. A human barbecue for a date. It sounds lovely. So long as I don’t have to eat the beast who hurt my slaves.”

  “Of course not. What would you like?”

  “Steak would be perfect. I’m handing you to Luke for time and location. It was lovely to meet you, Master Draper.”

  “The pleasure is mine.”

  I didn’t wait to see if he continued. Travis was already staring at me, more conscious and aware than he’d been moments before. Sweat-drenched blond hair swayed at his slight plea of no. I handed over the phone and stood. Back and forth, his eyes darted from me to the box on the broken dresser.

  “No. No. We can work this out. Ask me more questions. What do you want to know?”

  “I’ve asked you this before, but you never answered. Have you ever been raped, Travis?”

  “Mistress, please. I—”

  “That’s not an answer.”

  “No, I haven’t. Please! Give me more time. I need more time.”

  “Your Master will not be coming to save you. No one will. Your time is up. We’ll start with the rape.”

  “Jesus. Fuck! Wait. Just...ask me something. Anything.”

  “I already did. You said you’ve never been raped. Well, I have. Numerous times. Let me give you a little insight. You think when you’re experiencing the brutality, the pain is the worst thing you can go through. That nothing can be more agonizing than the violation upon your person.” I paused at the dresser, opening the drawer and removing a thick, long dildo. “It’s a lie. The rape is hell, yes, but what’s worse is the trauma to your mind. The memories, the degradation, the stain within—it eats at you. You will never know this like my slaves and I, and for that, it saddens me. Angers me. Your face will not be justice for what we are doomed to live with. Doomed...because of men like you. But I do get some satisfaction from this. After all,” I smirked as my hand shook the weapon, “look at this thing. I have to say, you’re going to take one hell of a dick. Bigger than any I’ve had to suffer through. And that’s saying something. My husband wasn’t a small man.”

  Chains clinked at the jerking from Scout Five’s restraints. “Don’t do this. I’ll...I…”

  My head cocked to the side. “You’ll what? I haven’t even started fucking you yet. I haven’t even made you scream. Does the mere thought of a dick in your ass put you in a panic? Weak.”

  Travis’s jaw flexed as he swayed on trembling legs. The blood was dried, darker around the open wounds marring his bruised skin.

  “You have nothing to say now? Does it anger you when I call you weak?”

  As I circled around, Luke stood heading toward me at a fast pace. Ringing filled the room and Travis let out a growl that quickly turned into a loud rumbling.

  “It was not supposed to happen this way! He was supposed to follow! He...Master!”

  Luke didn’t slow as he approached and removed the scout’s jeans. When he locked the shackles around the man’s ankles, spreading his legs wide, there was an anger on his face, one I rarely saw him express. My guard hid emotions better than anyone I knew, but he couldn’t here. He wasn’t happy, but he knew there was no stopping me from going to the island.

  “This may hurt...a lot. I’ve found it’s best not to clench. It only makes the pain worse.”

  Thrashing was immediate. “Get the fuck away from me with that. Get the fuck away! Master! He’s coming. Bram will come. Master!�
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  Slowly, my hand trailed over the scout’s ass. The muscle squeezed under my touch, flexing even more as I gripped hard and dug in my nails.

  “My husband had a trick to his instant gratification. I came to see it worked extremely well. Let’s see how it works for you.” Bringing the dildo up, I spit along the tip, then traced my tongue around the head to smooth it out. Harder, Travis tried to clench, and it only had me drawing blood with my grip as I positioned the thick tip at his back entrance. I didn’t ease the fake cock in. My fingers clenched the bottom of the length and I drove my arm up, breaking through the barrier in a brutal thrust.

  A piercing yell was immediate. It fed the fury inside me. I brought my hand down, only to surge even deeper. He was tight. So tight, it took all my strength to gain another inch.

  “Fuck! F-Fuck, Mistress, please!”

  Thrusting the cock faster, I felt more of him tear and give way through my savagery. He was trying so hard to get away. He leaned, swayed, shook his head like a maniac, but there was no stopping what I was doing.

  “I’m...sick. Stop! God, please. Pl…”

  “We all beg. We all suffer. Slaves are mute to the Master. If you recall, I am yours.”

  Sobs exploded as Travis’s head jerked to the side. Sweat dripped from his hair and blood began to coat the length of my weapon as I withdrew, then plunged the cock into him the entire way. Scout Five’s body went rigid, and silence followed before a gasp and deep, broken yell took its place.

  “H-He’s…come—” A gag. “He’s going to…come.”

  “I already told you, Bram is not coming. Don’t you think he’d already be here if that were the case?” I let time pass as I rammed the silicone at a steady speed. Burning heaviness took over my arm, but still, I let him cry and yell for help.

  “Bram! Master!”

  “He’s not—” my angry voice trailed off as my eyes went across the room to the Whitlock phone. It wasn’t ringing anymore. Hadn’t for a while.

  Intuition wavered as I searched out the spark of fear settling in. Sliding the dildo free, I stepped to the side, letting it fall to the floor. Luke followed my gaze, and I met his eyes with unease.