by Devyn Quinn
Grinning, Aubrie came up for air, her vibrant red lips slashed in a debauched grin and glistening with juice. “Delicious. Such a tight pussy. Silky inside.”
Her mouth returned instantly, fitting over Leia’s sex, tonguing up into her sheath. Swirling with darting licks, she brought her free hand to Leia’s ass, puckering the hole as she stroked the supple flesh of her right butt cheek.
The female’s licks turned to forceful sucks, and her grip on Leia’s left thigh increased. Blistering heat chased up Leia’s body, into her neck and face. Salon nails bit into her palms with the fisting of her hands. Needful pressure built in her core, trembling her legs and blurring her vision with tears, those born of her own shame as much as that of loathing for her handler.
Why couldn’t she feel pain? That she could endure. Instead, she fought a violent war with the tightrope edge of climax.
She wouldn’t come!
She didn’t want to come. Could never in such an insidiously powerless situation. It wasn’t her mind ruling her body, making her crave trappings forged in cruelty. Someone was trying to take over her thoughts.
That someone had to be him.
Leia lifted a glare at her captor—evil cloaked in a tauntingly gorgeous package. “Get me out of here, you bastard!”
He didn’t move. Just stood with booted feet and powerful legs braced apart, arms hanging at his sides, looking bored as his minion continued to assault her. “You may call me Sebastian,” he spoke in a dead-calm voice, “and I suggest you enjoy it while it lasts.”
“Enjoy being raped?” Leia spat the words out, wanting to spit in his face as well.
“Rape doesn’t make your body flood with desire. It doesn’t speed your heart with anticipation and leave your pussy clenching for release.”
No matter the want to do so, or the fear that coursed just beyond the unfathomable desire, she couldn’t deny the truth of his words. Whomever or whatever was at the source of her cravings, she yearned to yield to them.
Aubrie’s tongue stabbed back up inside her sex, taking Leia off guard and stealing her focus from Sebastian to gape at the female. Aubrie’s eyes locked with Leia’s as the female licked and suckled at her. No malice thickened the air between them, only want—raw, intense, chasing a mewl of ecstasy up Leia’s dry throat.
The fingers of Aubrie’s right hand slid past the pole at Leia’s back to caress her anus as the force of the tonguing increased. Leia’s sex clamped down around the impaling. Hot cream filled her core in a rush. Rapt by the desire in the female’s eyes, panting with her own needs, Leia thrashed in the vines, all but heedless to the chafing of her wrists against the pole as she ground her cunt against Aubrie’s face.
The female’s fingertips slipped away as the pole rode deeper into the crevice of Leia’s ass. It felt like a stiff cock rubbing against her, threatening to take her in a way no man had dared in years.
Yes. Please. Put it inside me.
Aubrie’s gaze broke away as her tongue changed course and, in turn, broke whatever carnal enchantment had come over Leia. She gasped with the unholy direction her thoughts had run, the depraved way her body behaved.
She had to be in Hell to believe she enjoyed losing total control, to think she wanted to be taken so roughly by any nature of being.
Had to be!
Struggling to ignore Aubrie’s tonguing, Leia lifted her head and again met Sebastian’s face. Arousal emanated from his eyes. Or so she believed until she blinked and saw only dark fury. “Am I dead?”
“Is that what you want?” Unlike the cold steel of his gaze, his voice remained calm. “What you hoped would happen when you set flame to my home? I could kill you. It would be justified for the pain you’ve caused.”
“What h-home?” The words trembled out as wicked sensation balled in her belly. Not mounting terror, as it should be for his threat, but the continued need to explode.
God, the want to come…
“This is my home.” He spread brawny arms to encompass the small, dirt space surrounding them. “This room and the land above us. All of it would have been destroyed, along with countless lives, if I hadn’t stopped you.”
Was he the explosion that knocked her out? With the size of his fist, one blow could accomplish that easily. He could kill her.
Desire finally tapered with the ice-cold wash of reality. Her belly rolled as the fear rose. Shame for her senseless actions scorched the tender skin along her throat and high into her cheeks. “I d-didn’t mean—”
“Enough!” Sebastian moved forward to tug at Aubrie’s hair.
Lifting her hands and mouth from Leia’s body, the female stepped back to regard him. Overt affection and reverence filled Aubrie’s eyes as she met his gaze from two feet below. “What shall I do next, Master?”
“Begin her cleansing.” Contempt curved his lips down as he again looked at Leia. “You look hideous.”
Fat. Plain. Ugly.
Acidic words Leia heard from Ken’s mouth a thousand times returned on a haunting wave. Worse than the shame was the weakness. Her cheeks stung with the heat now, the knowledge of how huge and repulsive she looked displayed so blatantly.
But, fuck no, she wouldn’t let herself go down that nasty road. She wasn’t that feeble woman anymore.
She had a fat ass, but so what? More than one man had been eager to get his hands on it the last two-and-a-half years. Few had succeeded, but that didn’t stop the want. Aubrie clearly enjoyed her full figure. Sebastian could go to Hell…if they weren’t already there. “Kiss my fat ass!”
His gaze coasted down her body, lingering hot on her breasts and crotch before sliding to her hips and butt. A sly, wicked smile touched at his lips when his eyes again met hers. He stepped forward with purpose, one hand outstretched, fisted.
Nerves spun upward to tackle Leia’s moment of brass. She pinched her lips together, wishing she’d have kept her mouth shut. Kept her legs open to Aubrie. Kept her ass back in the city instead of returning to the woods to torch Ken’s shack.
Anything to avoid Sebastian’s fist.
2
Denying her urge to fight the vines that bound her, Leia waited, breath caught in her throat, blood pumping madly between her ears as Sebastian stopped a foot away. His hand continued toward her, infinitely slow. Each millisecond seemed to pass by as a full minute. The same ugly memories from back at the shack surfaced against her will, intensifying her fear, the impulse to cower.
She stayed firm, solid, refusing to surrender.
In the end, his fist didn’t pound into her. His fingers uncurled to fill with a breast and squeeze the nipple so sharply she couldn’t stop her squeak.
Or the resounding surge of damp awareness between her thighs.
Humor shone in his eyes, lightening the shade that didn’t look quite so black this close, while lending a gentler appeal to his smile. “I plan to kiss every inch of you,” he vowed, “starting with your ass, just as soon as you’re washed and healed.”
Leia swore she was past body-size issues, and yet, that he wasn’t repulsed by her stature, merely her filth, was nearly as relieving as avoiding the brunt of his fist.
Then both were forgotten as something about the unexpected warmth in his smile rang familiar. “I know you.”
Sebastian’s fingers jerked from her nipple on a rough tweak. The smile vanished, coolness retaking his eyes as he stepped backward to stand next to Aubrie and make the fair-skinned midget look diminutive.
“You don’t know me.” Biting the words out, he exchanged a look and a nod with the female, then moved around to Leia’s side.
Nerves started a new, furious dance in her belly. His entire left half was blocked from view. He was as good as cloaked in darkness again. Only, this was worse. In the darkness, he hadn’t been able to touch her. Up close, he had touched her, though not in an overly painful fashion.
Here, now, his hand slapped down hard, large, splayed fingers swatting across her still-sensitized right butt cheek. “Shu
t up, behave, and listen to Aubrie.”
Leia swallowed her yelp. The ache caused by his hand would have been minor if not for her earlier injuries. She now became intensely aware of those injuries, of the continued dry ache of her throat. Equally as aware that she didn’t know Sebastian but recognized Ken’s immorality in him.
“I’m not a damned dog!” She ground her teeth around the last word. She had friends in the city she could speak bluntly with, but this man was no friend.
What he was remained to be seen. Until she knew, she would be wise to weigh each word carefully.
He stepped back into view, and her entire body tightened with expectation. He didn’t touch her again, didn’t even bother to meet her eyes in reprimand. Just stood halfway between Leia and one of the dirt walls, back to looking bored as he watched Aubrie produce a damp strip of white cloth and an earthen bowl of minty smelling translucent green gel from somewhere behind Leia.
The female squatted in front of Leia, and she constricted her sex instinctively. Aubrie let out a short laugh, letting her know the move hadn’t gone unnoticed, but then brought the cloth to her legs. She scrubbed along the length of Leia’s legs, leaving the nicks and the gash from the chunk of bottle glass burning as savagely as if she’d poured salt into the wounds.
“The pain is well worth the pleasure,” Aubrie offered as she worked.
“I’m fine,” Leia lied through gritted teeth, because she had a feeling the pain and pleasure Aubrie spoke of went well beyond this moment.
Then the unaffected facade was lost as Aubrie coated her legs with the gel, stopping the burning on contact and bringing tears of thankfulness into Leia’s eyes.
Smiling, the female brought her fingers to Leia’s mound, covering the blond curls with the gel. Here, the gel cooled as well, and it left her mound and the outer lips of her labia tingling with raw sensation. Gratitude was forgotten as her pussy moistened with fresh arousal. Stiffening, she clenched her sex harder and focused on the dirt wall beyond the muscle-and-flesh wall of a devilishly gorgeous man clothed only in a loincloth and workboots.
Cold metal touched against Leia’s mound, scraping gently. Every ounce of the desire she’d fought back surged into her core. She leaned forward to view her crotch past her belly and caught Aubrie shaving off her pubic hair with a straight razor.
What next, the crotch vine or nipple piercings?
It could be either, probably both, and she would be powerless to stop them. Closing her eyes, she did the only thing she could: She tried to get her breathing under control while she waited for the humiliation to pass.
Given the adoring way Aubrie regarded him, Sebastian couldn’t be completely heartless. Eventually, this situation would get better. It had to.
“I’ll finish.”
Leia’s eyes opened with the sound of her captor’s deep voice to find he’d moved up next to Aubrie. He was close enough she could see the muscles move beneath his glistening skin, smell the sweat lifting off his big body as if he’d just fought a hard battle. Hear the sound of his not-quite-steady breathing.
“Yes, Master.” Aubrie’s lips tilted into a salacious smile as she stood and handed the razor to him. And then, suddenly, it wasn’t a small nude female standing before Leia, but a small nude male with a fully aroused cock bobbing for attention.
With a chuckle, Sebastian spanked the erect flesh. “You may go play.”
Releasing a moan of pure pleasure, the male disappeared into the wall of darkness.
Leia’s sex fluttered with the sound, the sight of the two males’ intimate behavior. Again, she was left to wonder where she was, and if nothing was considered taboo in this place? And if not, if her captor didn’t believe his actions toward her were immoral, what did that say of where he and his minions would stop with handling her?
Would the humiliation stop? Was there even an exit to this hell?
Panic bulldozed forward once more. Breathing hard, she twisted futilely in the vines. Weighing her words wasn’t possible. “Where the hell am—”
Sebastian slipped a thick finger between her thighs and into her sheath, cutting her off short. “Aubrie is a skin-shifter. Female or male as the mood suits.” Pulling his finger free, he sucked the shimmering skin between his lips. “A delicious pussy, indeed. I’m going to take great pleasure in fucking it.”
“I’d rather have burned alive in the woods than be fucked by you!” Ice shot from Leia’s green gaze, belying the fear Sebastian could guess ruled her mind.
Only guess, damnit.
He couldn’t read her emotions the way he’d once been able. Even so, her body’s desire was obvious. The vines looped around her arms, drawing them submissively behind her back, kept her breasts thrust out slightly. Raw want had the plentiful mounds surging higher, the nipples blood red and erect. The slickness of her pussy spoke of what she craved deep inside: long-forgotten and carefully suppressed yearnings.
How hard he had to focus to appear aloof and keep his cock from hardening beneath the loincloth spoke of his own cravings, his own suppressed yearnings. Those he harbored for her were never forgotten. They would also not be lived out tonight.
If he was smart, not ever.
He’d never intended to fuck the woman he found torturing the land and nature he ruled over. He thought solely to put the fear of God into her, let Aubrie toy with her long enough to ensure she’d never set foot in the woods again, then let her go. The loincloth had been intended to up the savage facade. Had he known the woman’s identity immediately, he would have believed a business suit more menacing.
The pricey clothing that had never been Leia’s style was stripped from her body now, and he knew her identity well. He also knew he couldn’t release her so easily. Just as he couldn’t yet reveal that she did know him, even if they’d never actually met.
Quelling the urge to slip a finger into her sheath for a second taste of her succulent juices, Sebastian concentrated on bringing the razor to the fine strips of blond hair lining the mouth of her sex. “You’re not what I guessed.”
Her hips shifted, pushing her ass back against the wooden support rod that extended from ground to ceiling of the underground holding area while bringing the plumped-up lips of her pussy dangerously close to the blade.
“Who are you?” Haughty command mingled with Leia’s nerves.
Ignoring her question, he finished the job of freeing her mound to its natural soft and silky state, the way she’d always kept it in the past. Resting the razor against the side of the bowl of Camaloe, he coated the pads of two fingers in the translucent green gel. The breath whistled between her teeth as he covered her sex with the gel. He didn’t think she physically hurt here and needed the herb’s healing power. But rather, he knew she sexually hurt here and the gel’s icy nip would make the ache all the more intense. “I expected weakness to match your cowardly actions. You’re not weak.”
“No,” she spat back, “I’m not some sniveling piece of ass, so let me the fuck go.”
So much stronger in spirit than when I convinced you to leave.
He wanted to smile his approval of her boldness. But where her spirit had grown, her body had fallen prey to her mind’s need to forget.
Dipping a finger into the Camaloe, Sebastian shoved it between her legs and deep into her pussy. “You’re strong. You just don’t know it yet.”
Leia’s breasts thrust forward, her sex clenching. She squirmed as he moved his finger inside her, coating her interior walls. “I know what I am,” she ground out.
“I’m not going to fuck you.” Before his cock took control of his mind and he made a tragic liar of himself, he slipped his finger from her body and straightened. “I’m going to keep you.”
There was no need to guess at her fear now. Terror widened her eyes, and she thrashed in her bindings like a woman set on escape solely for the purpose of his demise.
In his mortal years, he’d been a man who thrived on control. He’d pitied few, never his lovers or those wom
en he intended to become his lovers. Leia was different. He knew her past and those scars that kept her from remembering and embracing the racier desires of the flesh she once reveled in. For her, Sebastian felt both guilt and compassion. Even if it wasn’t intentional, she’d helped to save him in a time when he felt his middle life was for shit. In repayment, he’d turned his back on her when she needed him most.
He’d been getting too damned close. To her mind. Her body. He’d wanted to reveal himself, wanted to make her his at any cost.
He’d walked, and she’d suffered the consequences of months of abuse.
It was time to make up for that failing. Time to show Leia the half life she’d fallen into, just as she’d once done for him.
Casting off sympathy, he stepped backward, toward the wall he’d come through. “Those aren’t normal vines. They won’t break. They could hurt you if you keep fighting them.”
With a huffing breath, she quit her struggles. Despair crossed fleetingly over her face before the icy veneer returned. “You’ll never get away with this. The sheriff knows my plans for today.”
“He knows you were going to set fire to that shack?” Sebastian smiled—a mix of amusement and arrogance—as he stepped into the blackness. She’d never been able to lie worth a damn. “I might not get out much, but I do know there’s a fire ban on.”
“I have friends in the city who’ll come looking for me. When they do, and they see what you’ve done to me, you’ll pay.”
“Even if they could find their way down here, they couldn’t see me.”
The color drained from her face. “I am dead.”
“You’re alive. I’m not. I’m also not dead.” He also couldn’t stay here and begin reminding her body of all the dark, extravagant indulgences it had forgotten beyond what the Camaloe and his power over the herb would accomplish.
He’d managed to get the fire Leia had set under control before it took out more than a fraction of the 200-acre woods. But he hadn’t managed to flush all of the wildlife out of harm’s way. Some of those injured had been treatable. At least one other wasn’t, and Sebastian could sense the fox’s pain as intensely as if it were his own. He could ease the animal’s passing.
