Survival

by J Marie

  I pursed my lips and shook my head. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

  “Don’t lie to me,” he growled and smacked my ass so hard I cried out and tried to jolt away, but he wouldn’t let me. “Tell me the truth, even though I already know it.”

  When I didn’t reply and panted instead, he smacked me again right in the same spot.

  “Ah! Okay, yes!” I admitted, wincing.

  “Yes, what?” he asked sternly.

  “Yes, Darren, I wanted to come,” I said back angrily.

  After unlocking my cuffs with his phone, Darren then roughly pulled me up, slammed me on my back against the bed, pulled his shorts down and plunged into me with full-on force. My back arched into him, and I cried out, pain and pleasure blending all over again. Somehow, my cervix was able to withstand him again so soon.

  “Admit to me that you’re mine and maybe I will let you come,” he growled, slowly pumping into me and hitting me right where I needed him to. I moaned in satisfaction. He took that as an invitation to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, making it hard and wet and causing me to arch myself into him even more. I gasped as his other hand found my neglected breast and massaged it, tweaking the nipple into a hard peak between his fingertips.

  And then he began pumping harder, faster, and somewhere in between, his mouth found my neck. His teeth bared down on my sensitized skin, sending my blood rushing through my veins. My heart beat faster to keep up with the oxygen level that was heaving through my lungs, making me dizzy, or maybe it was the alcohol still coursing through my blood. I was getting closer to the orgasm I desperately needed, and it was becoming difficult for me to hide as my hands clasped around Darren’s arms, clinging him to me.

  Feeling my desperation, he pulled back, lifted my scorching ass with one hand, while the other pinched and played with my clit.

  “Oh, God,” I whimpered.

  “Tell me what I want to hear, Jaden. You won’t come until you tell me you’re mine.”

  I tried to fight him, tried to concentrate on the feeling alone so I could mentally make it happen, but he slowed his pace, and it was suddenly no longer enough of what I needed.

  “Ah!” I cried in frustration, my body bucking and twitching under him, demanding my release, but it wouldn’t come until I said the words meant to destroy. I never realized how effective sexual control could be. It was like nothing else in the world mattered while you were on the very cusp of sexual detonation, and if something threatened to deny you that, it was the worst form of torture—another thing outside of my control.

  I was so close, but I needed more, and somewhere along the lines, my pride had been muzzled and I was dangerously close to giving in.

  “Say it, Jaden,” he said pinching my clit again. “Say it and you can come for as long as you want.”

  Fine, fuck it all.

  And that was it—I broke.

  “I’m yours,” I moaned, and just like flipping a switch, Darren gave me exactly what I needed; he pounded into me right where I wanted him, and I came within seconds. The orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave, and I gripped the sheets screaming while my back arched and my legs clung around Darren’s waist. He continued to drill away inside me, his own orgasm taking him over the edge.

  When it was over, he fell on top of me, our noses almost touching as our chests heaved from exertion.

  “Good girl,” he practically beamed at me and kissed me good and hard on the mouth. He then rolled off me and pulled me to his side, my back against his bare chest with his arm possessively around my waist, while his face rested against my hair.

  I could feel the alcohol slowly deplete from my system as soberness began to wake me from my dazed and confused state. What had I just done? What had I just allowed him to do? Had I allowed him at all? My ass stung like a bitch, there was a throbbing pain between my legs, my limbs and muscles were sore from strain, and I was terrified out of my wits, yet I still came like it was my fucking job or something.

  Guilt consumed my mind while my heart pounded away inside me like a drum announcing an execution. My body felt drained yet exquisitely satisfied. Had I actually liked what he just did to me? Yeah, I had no control over my body’s responses to a certain stimulus, but I could certainly control how I felt about it.

  I lay there on my side, the heat from Darren’s chest against my back somehow calming my nerves. I could hear his slow, heavy breathing in my ear and could feel the rise of his chest behind me. God, this felt so normal, so easy … but it was all an illusion. This man didn’t care about me; this man wanted to own and control me. I couldn’t give in to this—couldn’t give in to him … but I could certainly make it seem like I had.

  I tried to push away my lingering depression and burrow myself deeper into the pillows and sheets, letting the warmth of Darren’s body lull me to sleep.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Winner, Winner

  ~*~

  I win. Holy fuck, do I so fucking win. Apparently, I had the right idea when it came to Jaden and booze. She was a lot of talk but four shots deep and she was done for around me. She was always done for around me, but the alcohol just made it easier for her to submit. I wouldn’t rely on this method in the future, but it sure was fun to see how she handled her liquor.

  Yeah, she fought me for a little bit, but once I had her laid over my lap, she practically went limp, her pussy so nice and wet for me. By the time I was done spanking and teasing her, she was soaking. And then, when I had her under me, buried deep inside, she finally said those two little words, and I nearly detonated right then and there. The sound of screaming and coming at the same time was music to my ears, an absolute symphony. I wanted more of it. I wanted that to be the goddamn soundtrack of my life.

  When I pulled her against me, I knew she felt conflicted. I knew she felt guilty for the pleasure she had found, but it didn’t matter. Soon, her sexual need would overpower any thoughts of guilt, and I would gladly satisfy those needs. I wanted her to need me so bad, it would cause her physical pain until she had me inside her. I was going to ruin this girl, and I couldn’t wait for the final result.

  God, she felt so warm against me, her small chest rising and falling as her breathing pattern had finally relaxed into a slow deep rhythm. I knew the moment she fell asleep, and I felt at ease knowing she was safe tucked beside me.

  That was a new concept for me—the need to protect something as precious as she was. Yes, I felt protective of my younger brothers, but they were different. I knew they could handle themselves, and I didn’t have this possessive need over them. Sure, Jaden was a black belt who could probably take on any random Joe on the street, but the people I dealt with on a daily basis were not random Joe’s; they were dangerous men – men who lacked compassion for the vulnerability of women. Men like me, I suppose. But Jaden’s vulnerability wasn’t subject to danger anymore because it belonged to me and only me, and anyone who challenged that would regret the day they were born. Jaden was now a precious treasure worth protecting, and I would see to that every second of every day for the rest of her life.

  Slowly, so as not to wake her, I rubbed my fingers along the soft and smooth skin of her arm and leg, feeling her toned body under creamy white perfection. She had a few dozen freckles along her arms and I smiled finding them to be absolutely adorable for some reason. Her red hair was still damp from the shower, but the setting sun that shone through the window cast the perfect lighting to highlight some of the vibrant colors. I loved it. I loved every inch of her.

  I wanted to cocoon myself around her, consume her into me somehow, but I couldn’t trust her in my sleep yet. I knew she would use the opportunity to try to kill me, and she would fail. Light sleeping was a habit of mine; one I had mastered at a very young age and it served me well. But if Jaden tried to pull something, I’d have to put her back down in her cage again, and I didn’t want to do that. I’d rather have her up here with me. And then I had a fantastic idea.

  I slipped f
rom the bed as easily as I could so as not to wake her and walked into my closet. Heading to the back of the walk-in, I went for the good-sized black chest I had set against the wall. Opening the top, I rummaged through all the fun little sex toys I planned to use on Jaden one day, but right now, I had only one thing in mind.

  Pulling the smooth, thin long link of chain I had at the bottom of the chest, I wrapped it around my hand and grabbed the two small padlocks that were in the shapes of little golden hearts. They didn’t look like much, but they were a lot stronger than I thought, much like Jaden.

  Quietly, I walked back into the bedroom, Jaden still in the same position I had left her, and pulled one end of the chain through the metal bars of my headboard. I then locked each end of the chain link to the cuffs on Jaden’s wrists with the little heart padlocks and stepped away to admire my work. Jaden hadn’t even stirred as I stared down at the beauty of her chained to my bed. It did all sorts of things inside me, excitement brewing in my heart and need boiling in my cock. Not yet, though. She needed a break. But only for a short while.

  The ringing of my phone in my pants pocket stopped the wheels in my head from turning as I rushed for my pants to avoid waking Jaden up. I pulled the phone out and answered.

  “What?” I whispered angrily, stepping away inside the bathroom, still keeping my eye on Jaden.

  “I’ve got Dan down here,” Scott said on the other line.

  Fuck. “I’ll be right there.”

  I quickly stepped into my closet, threw on some black track pants and a black t-shirt, and headed for the door. I looked back at Jaden, who was still fast asleep, naked and chained to my bed. I instantly decided I wanted to come back to this image more often.

  Gently closing the door behind me, I left Jaden to sleep off her exhaustion and jogged over to the security room. I walked in to find Scott holding one of our disposable flip phones in his hand.

  “Here he is,” he said and handed me the phone.

  I walked over to the desk and took the phone from Scott, putting it on speakerphone. Daniel was only twenty-eight, but I knew he could handle something like this. It wasn’t his first rodeo, after all. He had only been down in Panama a week trying to get this deal together. Shit better not be falling through.

  “What’s the problem?” I asked.

  “They want to renegotiate the terms. Said they feel like they’re getting fucked over,” Dan said.

  I furrowed my brows. The fuck?

  “Yeah, I don’t have time for this shit. Tell those cock-sucking fucks the deal stands. Maybe they should have been better at negotiating before they struck a deal with me.”

  “And if they back out?” he asked.

  “Then that’ll be their mistake,” I replied sternly.

  “You want me to keep the shipment here if they do?”

  “Yeah, just keep it in the warehouse for now. We’ll figure out what to do with it later.”

  “All right,” he said.

  “And, Dan, you make sure you and your men are armed to the T when the exchange goes down.”

  “Yeah, yeah, fuck off, Darren, this is isn’t my first rodeo. I’ve got this.” He shrugged me off. I couldn’t help the older brother shit coming out.

  I scowled but let it go. I knew Dan knew what he was doing, but that didn’t make this shit any less shady than it already was.

  “Good. Check in tomorrow when it’s done.”

  “Yeah, later,” he said and hung up.

  “Cocky little shit.” Scott laughed.

  “He’ll be a dead little shit if he isn’t careful,” I said, getting up and heading out of the security room. I had somewhere far better to be. “Let me know when you hear back from him.”

  “Yep,” Scott replied, and then I was gone. I was suddenly anxious to wake someone up.

  ~*~

  I felt cold; my body suddenly huddled into itself for warmth as I slowly came to realize I was alone. I could no longer feel Darren’s chest against my back, nor did I feel a presence behind me. I didn’t hear breathing or stirring anywhere else in the room. Fuck, I was cold and my head was pounding. Great, I probably had a hangover now.

  I reached down for the sheets but realized my hand couldn’t reach passed my shoulders. I opened my eyes and focused on a small chain link perfectly fastened to my cuffs by two small gold heart-shaped padlocks. I sprang myself awake, ignoring the grogginess I felt and sitting up on my knees as I examined the chain that effectively restrained me to Darren’s bed. I pulled against my restraints as hard as I could, testing their strength, but they would not break. Panic surged through me as I pulled and pulled, realizing I was now trapped and even more vulnerable than before.

  And then I heard the door close. “Going somewhere?”

  I turned to find Darren standing in front of the door, dressed in track pants and a t-shirt, staring at me wickedly.

  “Darren, what the fuck?” I almost yelled, holding up my chained limbs for him to see.

  “Now, is that any way to speak to me, Jaden?” He narrowed his eyes at me.

  I let a slow breath out through my nose in an attempt to calm myself. “I’m sorry,” I said calmly. “But could you please tell me why I’m chained to the bed?”

  “Because I wanted you to be. That’s all you need to know.”

  I released another annoyed sigh. I wanted to argue so bad, but my still sore and burning ass disagreed with me. My head was still pounding and I felt like total shit. Yep, hangover – check. I sat back against my legs, my ass still stinging, but I ignored it as I watched him walk over to me. He sat down next to me, his eyes never leaving mine as his hand reached up and gently took my chin between his two fingers. I tried not to tense up as he brought his lips to mine, planting a slow and gentle kiss on my mouth. I felt the warmth flare up again as his kiss somehow ignited me. Maybe it was because he was being gentle and I was, therefore, safe somehow.

  “Maybe if you’re a good girl,” he said, releasing my lips, but not my chin, “I’ll let you go and we can go downstairs, have dinner, and watch some baseball.” He almost smiled.

  I leaned away from him and looked him over peculiarly.

  “Baseball?”

  “Mmhmm, the Yankee’s are playing the Tiger’s tonight.”

  Oh, how carefully he studied me then, watching and waiting for my reaction at the mention of the Detroit Tigers, my state’s home baseball team. I almost let my poker face slip, but a blank stare was surprisingly easy to pull off.

  “Unless you’d rather not,” he said, eying me intently.

  I shook my head seriously. “No, I’d love to watch the Tiger’s kick the shit out of the Yankees.”

  “Language,” he warned, tapping his index finger on the side of my face before pointing it at me. I almost pouted. “And we’ll see,” he said and pulled out a small key from his pants pocket. I turned my wrists over so he had better access to the locks, but he stopped and looked at me with that same possessive look I always hated. “Who do you belong to, Jaden?”

  Again with this bullshit? I was getting really tired of the repetitiveness of this question, but I knew he was trying to drill it into my head that he owned me and there was no other way around it.

  I leaned toward him, my eyes locking on to his like a target. “You,” I said with absolute conviction. Fuck it; make him believe what he wants. It was dulling me out anyway.

  “Good girl.” He smiled smugly and released me from my chains.

  I stood from the bed as he did, wrapping my arms around myself as the goosebumps took over. I suddenly realized the only item of clothing I had in this room was the wet bathing suit Darren had tossed somewhere on the bathroom floor. I highly doubted Darren wanted me walking around the house naked with security personnel on the grounds.

  “Clothes?” I asked, hopeful he’d let me go to my room to change. “I’d like to clean myself up as well if you don’t mind.”

  “You can clean up in my bathroom,” he said. “I’ll get you something to wear.”
He had that twinkle in his eye again that I knew meant trouble. Great.

  I walked away and headed toward his bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind me hoping he’d give me just a little privacy to take care of business. I used the toilet and ran a warm wet rag between my legs, cleaning off the earlier mess Darren made all over me. I then looked at my hair, which was now a tousled mess thanks to it being damp and being fucked. I flipped my hair over, ran my fingers through my roots, and shook it out. Flipping my locks back over, I teased it with my fingers in places and made it look a hell of a lot better. I could rock that.

  Stepping from the bathroom, I found Darren leaning against the doorway of his walk-in closet. He held a shirt out for me.

  “Here,” he said, and I took it from him. “That should be sufficient.”

  Unraveling the shirt in my hand, it turned out to be one of his dress shirts. Bluish gray with pearly white buttons. As I lifted it up, I almost laughed. I would swim in this. Slipping my arms through the sleeves, which fell eight inches past my fingertips, I buttoned the shirt up to the last two buttons and tugged it down as low as it would go. It went all the way down just above my knees. I wasn’t just swimming—I was drowning in this.

  Darren stared down at me as the most satisfied grin I had ever seen on him slid across his face. “That,” he beamed, “is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.”

  I looked down at the dress shirt and looked back up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Seriously?” I said.

  “Hmm ... I may have to make some changes in your wardrobe. I think I like you in my clothes.”

  To be honest, I was happy to be wearing something that wasn't a dress even though it practically fit like one. Despite all that, I had sleeves and I was warm.

  “I still need underwear. I’ll just go to my room and grab some real quick.”

  “Nope,” he said, grabbing my arm as I tried to walk past him. “I think you’re just fine as is.”