“That void appeared when I Iost not only my best friend, but the girl that holds my heart. It isn’t something that can just be fucking filled, man.”
“Brax,” he raises his voice, clutching his fist together as I see the anger rise deep within him. “I was there. I fucking saw what happened. I fucking saved you,” he spits back.
“… and I owe you my life,” I slump back into the chair.
“It wasn’t fucking easy for me either. You aren’t the only one that bears the scars of what happened.”
“We all lost a piece of us that day,” I say, resting my hand on his shoulder, squeezing it a little. “Why the fuck have we never found her?” I ask, feeling the anger inside me boiling over. “Why the fuck can’t the fucking private detective trace Izzy? Every damn week I meet with him, every damn week he has nothing, or a lead that goes nowhere. How is it possible for her to completely disappear from the face of the motherfucking earth?”
“Maybe it’s time for a new investigator, or we fuck him up until he does the job he’s fucking paid for,” Carter replies.
“I won’t let everything that happened to us that day be for nothing.”
“She’s gone, man. Just like Travis.”
“Fuck you,” I yell at him, standing up from my seat. “I’m not giving up on her. Not until I know for sure.”
“I’m going to loosen the rope around your wrists and ankles. I’m pleased with you, Isabelle. You are learning,” he says slowly, nodding his head. He leans over me, tugging on the ropes until my hand falls down on the bed beside my head on the pillow.
I let out a groan of appreciation. “It feels so good to finally be free of those binds.” I say with a smile. I try to make it look genuine, but all its covering is the grimace I feel beneath the surface. Two long days I’ve been strapped to that bed. My legs spread open and free for him to do as he pleases. And that’s exactly what he did. He touched me, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it. My whole body aches so painfully that I could cry. I force back the tears that want to break through. I won’t let them.
Anger bubbles at the thought of what he’s done to me, at what he might make me do next. But I have to play the game. I must try to outsmart this asshole if I have any chance of survival. I’m too young to die. I held on for six years as my own father held me captive. Then when I finally found my freedom—on my way back to reclaiming my life—I made the biggest mistake of my life.
Getting in his car.
He appeared so normal. So kind, offering to take me home. Only, I never made it home. Instead, he brought me here.
I stepped from the clutches of one crazy man to an evil one.
“Take this,” he offers, his tone light and cheerful. I smile again, taking the white robe from him and wrapping it around my naked body. “I’m glad we finally reached an understanding.”
“Me too.”
“You will obey me, Isabelle. You will act as though you are here of your own free will.” He starts to trace his finger down the side of my face before grasping my chin, turning my face until it meets his. “You will be mine. Your mind, body and soul all belong to me. See, I’m a dangerous man. And yes, I could have any woman I want. But you, well, you’re going to be such a good little plaything. Understand?”
“Of course,” I say, leaning in and pressing my lips against his, hoping this is how he wants me to act.
“Don’t,” he roars, his hand landing heavily around my throat. He pushes me back on the bed, his grip tightening so much I’m struggling to breathe. I place my hand over his, trying to get him to loosen his grip.
But it’s no use.
My chest heaves, his face touching mine. “I say when. I say how. Don’t you ever try to touch me again without permission.”
He releases the hold, shaking his hands out, and I place mine where his were while I cough and struggle to inhale. I scramble backwards, my head resting on the headboard.
“I’m so sorry,” I choke out. “I was out of line.”
“As long as we have the record straight, that’s the main thing,” he snarls, pushing up his tie, straightening it. It was the one thing I noticed about him, he was always so immaculately dressed. Always wearing a dark suit teamed with a light blue tie. Each tie was slightly different, but all a similar shade. I wonder to myself what he must do to have such a huge house.
A sharp pain tugs at my stomach, the hunger rearing its ugly head again. It’s been days. I’ve lost count of how many exactly, but my body is exhausted. I walked for miles before he finally stopped, offering me a ride home.
I was stupid. So fucking stupid.
“What should I call you?” I ask in a sweet voice, hoping to find out the name of my abductor.
“You call me Sir. Always. No exceptions.”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, hoping to appease him.
“I have a very important meeting in a few days. I expect you to behave appropriately and never leave my side. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“So, you have much to prove to me, Isabelle, over the next few days.” He narrows his eyes at me. “Do not let me down. The consequences will be far worse than anything I have inflicted on you before.”
I swallow down hard, and I recognize a threat when I hear one.
“No problem, Sir.”
“Come. Follow me,” he instructs standing from the bed.
“Is there any way I could possibly shower first?”
He stops dead in his tracks, his hands inside his smart pants. He turns smoothly on the spot, stepping one slow step at a time until he’s standing over me again.
“I really thought we were making progress, my Isabelle. But clearly I was misled in that belief.” He lifts his hand above his head, striking me across the face with the back of his hand. The contact stings like a bitch and I fall back against the bed with the contact.
“I’m not the girl you want. Please, just let me go. Let me go home to my mom. Six years I’ve been missing. She’ll be wondering where I am. This was supposed to be my chance to finally rebuild my life.”
“And you will. Here with me. You belong to me and you will surrender. You just have more to learn. So much more.”
I shiver intensely, the fear wracking though my whole body. I feel the bed dip as he climbs on top of me, pulling open my robe and dipping his head, taking my hardened nipple into his mouth. He nips at my hardened bud, the feeling is pleasurable, but borderlines pain. I don’t want this. I don’t want to feel turned on by him. But I do.
“Mine.” He mumbles and the words hit me in the stomach like a ton of bricks. I want to yell, I want to scream out that I’m not his. Not now. Not ever. I clamp my eyes shut, trying desperately to block out the sensation. “You will stay with me. This is a new beginning for you. A new life. If you disobey me or betray me,” he mumbles as he continues to suck and flick my nipple, “then I will kill you. In a slow, painful death.”
I shudder intensely as his words resonate with me.
“You will come to love our encounters. You will be begging for me to touch you, to make you come over and over again,” he says, roughly grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head with one of his hands.
I lie on the bed, almost giving into him. I don’t have the strength to fight. Even if I did, it would just make things worse.
“Stay still. Do not move,” He commands, stepping back from the bed. He slides off his suit jacket and starts to unbutton his shirt. “I think we got off on the wrong foot,” he says, almost sweetly as he continues to undress. “Now we have you under control, I’m going to worship your body, my body.” He corrects himself. “because you belong to me now, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I say through my shivers and hard swallowing. I can’t keep up with his ever-changing personality. It’s starting to give me whiplash.
“I was your first, and I know that means I will always be special to you, my Isabelle.”
His words cause the bile to rise in my throat. This
monster is never going to let me go.
I take him in as he stands in front of me almost naked. He’s quite athletic looking with his broad shoulders and sculptured torso. His well-toned body is covered in tattoos.
“You really are very beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone quite like you before. So perfect, so pure, so natural.”
I nod, sinking back into the mattress, my body trying to put some distance between us. I don’t want him to touch me. I don’t want him to hurt me again.
“I’m scared,” I whisper, hoping to plead with him. My body shakes uncontrollably, my teeth chattering together.
“I’m not going to hurt you. Don’t fight this. You will enjoy what I’m about to do to you.”
“I’m so sore. I hurt so much,” I say trying to fight back a sob that rises.
“The pleasure will erase the pain. Let me take the pain away, Isabelle,” he says, trying to soothe me.
I stare up at the figure of evil and nod. Not because I want this, but because I don’t want him to hurt me.
“Tell me,” he yells, causing me to jump at the volume of his voice. “Tell me how much you want me.”
The sting of swelling tears causes my lip to quiver. “I really want you,” I choke out, forcing it so much that the words rattle in my throat. The lie stings my heavy heart; a heart that I feel is dying, fading away with all the happy memories.
When we were younger, I thought the three of us were invincible, that we would never be separated. Until that day my father came for me. The day he told me all about the revenge he planned. All because he wanted my mom to suffer just like he had. Dad could never accept that Mom had found someone new, someone she’d had an affair with for years. The lies and deceit drove him crazy, and he took the one thing that meant something to her.
Me.
He made me call her that day. He held a knife to my throat and told me I had to convince her that I left with free will. I was too scared to fight him. I did what he said. I lied to her on the phone, the sound of her words still play over and over in my mind. The guilt of knowing how worried she would be whether or not she had drunk herself into oblivion, weighed heavy on my heart.
The grip around my jaw snaps me from my train wreck of thoughts. “Look at me when you say it. Look into my eyes with desire,” he growls. I allow my eyes to connect with his. As I stare into them deeply, I no longer see his dark, hazel eyes. Instead I replace them with the bright green eyes of the only boy I’d ever wanted to touch me. The one boy I’d promised to save myself for.
Braxton.
So, I do as he says. I look into his eyes, imagining he is Brax and give him what he wants. The ultimate look of desire.
“Oh, my Isabelle. I knew you’d been fighting your true feelings for me.” He caresses his hand down the side of my face, his hand moving away my hair, giving him clear access to my neck. I turn my head away, allowing him greater access. Not because I want this, but because I can no longer look at his face. I close my eyes; his rough skin feels harsh against mine. My broken heart pounds with ferocity, and I try to clear my mind of everything he’s doing to me. With every touch, he takes a little piece of me, until I’m no longer sure who I really am anymore. I’ve been so controlled, so isolated for so long, I’m not even sure I know who I am. And lying here, not fighting this monster doesn’t seem like the kind of thing the old Isabelle would do. But I have to do what it takes to survive, to get out of here alive.
I roll up the twenty dollar bill; place it against my left nostril and inhale the white substance until I feel the familiar burning sensation in my nostril. I drop back into my seat waiting for the rush to kick in. My heart pounds at an accelerated rate and I instantly feel more alert and awake. A feeling I’ve only ever felt when doing coke since I lost her. Since I lost them both.
“Hey, you,” Jessica beams at me. I look at her through my euphoric haze and can’t help but pull her on my lap. She lets out a little yelp, but straddles me nonetheless. Her hands run through my messy, dark-brown hair, her eyes fixed on mine.
“I heard you met the beautiful Tara again,” she all but hums, my hands caressing her ass. She leans in closer, her huge fucking tits almost in line with my mouth. The room we are in is buzzing and full of people high on the product of our forthcoming deal. I can’t help but hook my finger inside of her bra, releasing just enough of her nipple to lick and tease. I take her in my mouth, my eyes fixed on hers. I lick and tease her, watching as her face shows how excited she is, how turned on I’m making her feel.
“I did meet Tara,” I breathe out, a grin pulling at the corner of my mouth.
“So, you like her?” she asks, grinding her pussy against my straining erection.
“Of course. She’s beautiful, even if she’s off limits.”
“Off limits?” she questions with a tilt of her head. “Why would she be off limits? I’ve heard she really digs you,” her hand trails down my toned torso until she finds the band of my jeans.
“She’s Carter’s cousin. That says off limits to me.”
“But Carter brought her here for you. This was all his idea. His way of trying to make you happy, I guess.”
I place a heavy hand on each of her arms, pushing her back a little. She pulls up her top, covering her exposed breast.
“I don’t need no fucking blind dates, or motherfucking relationships for that matter.” My words are forced out with a growl and I knock her off my lap and stand up from the couch. I hunch over using the twenty to take in another line. I turn to see Jessica picking herself up from the floor. I wrap my hand around her tiny arm, dragging her up from the floor.
“Ouch, Brax, you’re hurting me.”
Loosening my grip a little, I continue to pull her behind me, ignoring the shit flying from her mouth. There is only one thing I need right now, and it doesn’t involve talking. I walk up the steep staircase, making my way toward the abundance of bedrooms. I try the first door, but it’s locked from the inside. I storm forward to the next door, trying the handle. This one flies open and I pull Jessica in behind me. I don’t look for the light switch, I just thrust her in the direction of the bed, her yelping only turns me on more. I reach for the neck of my shirt, pulling it over my head.
“What the fuck?” I murmur, the sound of an unfamiliar female voice catches my attention. A small light on the nightstand is flipped on, the young girl brushing the hair from her face. I study her for a second, suddenly realizing its Tara. “Why the fuck are you in here?”
“Well, I’m in a bed. Alone. So, I guess the presumption would be that I was napping.” She replies, her tone snarky and sarcastic.
“I don’t know if you remember, but the party is downstairs, and it’s still early.”
“I didn’t feel too good,” she replies, throwing back the bedsheet, stepping up from the bed, slowly making her way over to me, her eyes flashing between Jess and me. Making her way past, she trails her finger across my abdomen, pausing when she reaches the door. Flicking the lock, she rests her back against the door.
“What the fuck are you doing? Get out,” I shout over my shoulder as I make my way over to Jess, knocking her until she falls back onto the bed.
“I’m just going to stick around and watch if it’s all the same. After all, you walked into a room where I was napping!”
I stand at the end of the bed, watching as she twirls a few strands of hair around her finger. I keep my gaze fixed on her as I unbutton my jeans before pushing them down, taking my underwear with them. My cock springs free, her mouth falling open a little as she takes in my size. I grab a hold of my cock and fist it in front of her, Jessica’s hands land on my neck, soft kisses run across the planes of my muscular back.
“Like what you see?” I ask as she continues to gawk at me. “Either you get out, or you join in, it’s your choice. But, watching is not an option.”
She gives me a light nod, stepping closer before dropping down onto her knees right in front of me. “Let me take care of this,” she says,
removing my hand and replacing it with hers. She cups my balls, pulling and teasing my cock before wrapping her thick lips around the tip. I almost growl with excitement, the feeling overwhelming. Jessica kisses my neck, stepping slowly from the bed right behind me. I glance up at her and watch her walk behind Tara who continues to deepen the penetration, Jessica’s hand trailing down Tara’s back. I rest my hands back on the bed, leaning back and arching myself a little from the bed. The sensation is almost too much to take. It’s been too long. Too fucking long.
I let my eyes flicker open momentarily to see Jessica licking and teasing Tara. Her head is between her naked legs, the groans and moans intensifying. I suck in a surprised breath as I watch the girls on the floor in front of me. I feel my dick swell and begin to pulsate, Tara’s intense stare on me once again. My brain is cloudy with lust and desire, the perfect distraction from my usual torrent of painful memories.
Tara clutches my thighs and I thrust upwards, desperate to find my release. My breathing picks up pace and almost becomes a pant as I work furiously, clutching the back of her hair. She writhes as she is worked by Jessica, her gargled moans escape as she deep throats my already swollen cock.
The sensation hits me like a motherfucking tidal wave. I feel the ragged pulsation work through my cock as heat spreads inside of me. I jerk a little and watch as she swallows hard; taking everything I have to give. I fall back heavily onto the bed, my chest heaving and my heart pounding. I hear the girls giggle and laugh, but I’m too wasted to care.
“Baby, come on. We need you,” Jessica purrs. I push myself up, the pair touching each other, eyes on me.
“Looks like you are doing fine by yourselves,” I dismiss with a lift of my brow, standing from the bed and pulling up my jeans.
“What, you’re leaving already?” Tara asks, her hand stroking my thigh, before she clutches at the band of my jeans.
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