5 Nights (Sinful Delights Romance - Boxed Set)

by Michelle Hughes

  "We should be close to the Island sweetheart," slowly he moved out of the bed and walked over to her side holding out his hand for her.

  She lifted tear filled eyes as she slid off the bed, not sure if the pain in her rear or the emotion in her heart was really worse. For a woman that hid her emotions her entire life, she was certainly doing a lot of crying lately she thought to herself. Following him into the bathroom she knew that whatever happened on the Island, nothing could destroy her soul as much as he could at this moment.

  He turned on the shower and adjusted the temp before leading her inside. He carefully washed her body, not wanting to cause her any more pain than he already had. She deserved so much more than this, and he was determined that she have everything he could give. As she cried, he pulled her against him tightly stroking her hair. "Don't cry sweetheart, I promise you everything will work out just fine."

  He finished bathing her and then quickly washed off himself. This insanity needed to end and there was only one way to make it happen. He dressed in a pair of dress pants and short-sleeved oxford. She wouldn't be allowed clothes on the island so he slid on the collar and placed her heels on the floor in front of her so she could slide into them. "We need to finish this love."

  She took a deep breath as he led her out of the room. They had made it here and she wasn't leaving without Cait. No matter what happened when all this was over, she would have her sister back at home safe.

  A slave informed them that Serif was already on land and they could go ashore whenever they were ready. Hooking the leash to her collar he waved the slave off before turning back to her. "We will bring her home soon, that's all I want you to focus on today." Without thought he lifted his fingers to the clasp in the collar and pulled her face to his and kissed her deeply.

  She kissed him back, somewhat shocked at his actions. When he broke the kiss and led her off the boat she hardly registered that she was walking onto the beach. The scenery could have been close to paradise but the humiliation of having her body on display for any person that cared to look took away any pleasure she might have found here. The morning sun poured down on exposed flesh and she was glad for the warmth, even as her cheeks flushed at being more exposed than she had ever been in her life.

  There was very little activity going on around them as they made their way to the mansion, and Dylan was silently grateful. Only a dozen or so workers surrounded the docks and they had more than likely seen enough flesh working here that one more beautiful woman wasn't holding their attention. "Head up sweetheart, this will all be over soon," he spoke quietly as he stole a quick look back at his girl seeing how embarrassed she was.

  When they made it to the front door they were greeted by a lovely Jamaican slave girl and ushered inside. Cayce was shocked at the warm smile the woman wore and very little else. She appeared to be completely content and that shocked her.

  "Master has prepared for you, if you will follow me please," glancing under lowered lashes at the handsome man before her she hoped to be allowed to serve him later.

  Dylan gave a nod of his head to the beautiful girl and held out his hand for her to lead the way. He hoped that Serif had put them in the same room, but somehow doubted that would be the case. Now that he had decided he wanted Cayce, it was more likely he would place her in a private room so when she made her choice he could visit her.

  "This will be your room Sir," she had led them upstairs and down a long carpeted hall. "Your slave will have the room adjoining yours." Smiling again she opened the door and hoped he would invite her inside.

  "Thank you girl, you may take your leave." He didn't spare the girl another glance as he walked into his room. He wanted to get settled and then help Cayce find her sister as soon as possible. This farce was something he wanted to end.

  With a respectful nod of her head the slave girl turned to walk away. Years of training under Serif had taught her to show no emotion. She could only wonder if the new slave was to be a new gift for her Master as she departed.

  Cayce walked inside the lavishly furnished room and was surprised at her surroundings. She somehow had it in her mind that as a slave, she would be given something plain. This room spoke of old money and elegance and she just shook her head. It was easy for her to see how these women got caught up in this fantasy world. For a person who had never really seen how the upper-class lived, she could only imagine that this seemed like a dream come true for them.

  She didn't have any luggage with her so she walked over to the curtains and stared outside at the incredible view. The blue-green water of the ocean waves pounding against the shore was breathtaking. Had she clothing she would have opened the curtains all the way and stood outside on the veranda to get a better look. A soft knock on the interior door interrupted her thoughts. Walking toward the door she opened it knowing it was Dylan.

  He walked into the room and glanced around making sure that everything was perfect enough for her before speaking. "We need to walk around the mansion and see if we can find your sister."

  "I'm ready when you are, Sir." She was anything but ready, the thought of walking around and running into other people here was enough to make her nauseated. She wasn't a coward though, she came here to find Cait and she would follow through no matter how humiliating it was to her.

  "It's still early so there shouldn't be that many people around, if we find her now we can get out of here before the weekend crowd arrives." He knew just how uncomfortable she was, and had she not been pretending to be here to find a Master he would have given her a robe to slide on. He had decided that if she did forgive him for this he would never allow her body to seen by another but him, even his own servants.

  Picking up her leash, he led her back out into the hall, he walked with the assurance of a man who'd visited this place several times. He had only spent two weeks here ten years ago but the memory of that visit still was imprinted on his mind. During those days he had been the slave and the woman that trained him had brought him as her pet. It wasn't something he ever discussed these days, but the thoughts still filled him with warm memories.

  Making their way down the stairs he decided to start in the gym. Serif enjoyed keeping his slaves fit and required them all to work out. It was one of the few things they completely agreed on, a sound mind began with a healthy body. There were a few girls exercising and they stopped what they were doing when he entered and knelt.

  "Please continue with your training," it was readily apparent that Serif had these girls trained to consider any male that walked in here a Master. "Could you tell me where the girl Cait is?" He turned to a petite brunette and spoke politely, being sure to keep his eyes on her face.

  "She is in the pool room, Sir." Lowering her eyes respectfully she clasped her hands behind her and pushed her breasts forward, showing that she was available for his use.

  "Thank you girl, please carry on." Tugging slightly on Cayce's leash he left the gym quickly. He waited until they made it out of earshot before speaking again. "If Serif is in the room with her, I will attempt to distract him so you can talk to her."

  "Those girls would have done anything you asked of them Sir," she was beyond angry as she thought about that and couldn't keep the sneer from her face.

  "Serif has them trained to do just that it appears." He knew she was pissed but there was little he could offer her in the way of explanation. It was basically what she saw, these girls would fuck him on command if he asked.

  "I would never be your whore, Sir." She wasn't sure why she felt the need to state that fact, but had no intention of taking it back.

  "I would never ask or allow you to serve any other man but me," he spoke the words a little more forcefully than intended, but the thought of any other man touching her pissed him right the fuck off.

  Smiling at his words she nodded, feeling a little better about their relationship. "I wouldn't share you with another slave either Sir."

  He chuckled at her words and shook his head. "I woul
d never ask that of you either Cayce." He was pleased that she was speaking her mind today. This was how he wanted her to be, not one Serif's little puppets here that had only one thing in mind. It was nice to have a woman willing to please him, but never would he want one that did so without considering her own desires. His thoughts made no sense even to him and he just shook his head again.

  "Is something wrong, Sir?" She hoped he wasn't angry that she voiced her opinion, but felt the words needed to be said.

  "No, all is well girl, I just want to find your sister and get the hell out of here." He knew that what he planned to offer her when they left this place was the right thing to do now more than ever. It was apparent that he had been fighting off his needs for years without even realizing it. Tugging on her leash again slightly, he winked before leading her along.

  As they made their way into the pool room Cayce couldn't stop the gasp that escaped her lips as she saw her sister. She was bent over a bench as some strange man took her from behind roughly. For a moment she was frozen as she watched the large man pull her head back roughly by her long hair. Tears were streaming down her sister's face and there was no joy on her face whatsoever. She turned her face into Dylan's shirt and forced back the whimper that threatened to escape.

  "That's how a little slut with no manners should be treated," the man forcefully slammed into her a few more times before pulling out and spilling his seed on her back. Standing up he zipped up his pants and without a backwards glance at the slave he walked toward them. "I'm done with this cunt, show her whose boss quickly, she's got a mouth on her." Without another word he walked out of the pool room.

  Dylan held Cayce to his chest tightly until the man had left, knowing this had nothing to do with the lifestyle he had chosen to live. This was wrong on many counts and he pushed Cayce back slightly and walked over to kneel at her sister's feet.

  "Cait," holding out his hand he waited for her to take it. As she lifted haunted eyes up to his he felt anger move through him in a rush that had him thinking violent thoughts. No one should be treated this way, his mind fumed.

  "I will do whatever you want," keeping her eyes lowered, Cait didn't want to suffer another onslaught like the one she just went through. This wasn't what she wanted, but how was she going to get herself out of this mess? Tears continued to streak down her cheeks.

  "Cait," walking over she could sense her sister's pain and humiliation, "it's time to come home." Lowering herself to her knees in front of her she wrapped arms around her tightly. Her own tears poured down her cheeks.

  "What are you doing here Cayce?" Pulling out of her sister's embrace she looked at her undressed state and a look of horror found her face. Turning to look at Dylan's outstretched hand she shook her head in confusion. "Please tell me you're not mixed up in this." The horror turned into pity as her eyes pleaded.

  "We've come to take you home Cait," Dylan wasn't prepared for her violent reaction and when she stood and slapped him soundly across the face, he could only look on in shocked amazement.

  "You keep your filthy hands off her, she is not a whore." Cait reached down to pull Cayce up by the arm, then pushed her behind her own body seeking to protect.

  "Cait, please, Dylan's not going to hurt me." She had never seen this side of her sister. Speaking as calmly as she could, she turned her sister around to face her. "He's here to help you."

  "Cayce you have to leave this place," Cait whispered frantically. She knew that Serif would try and keep them both if they didn't act quickly. Her sister deserved much more than this existence and she'd be damned if she'd allow him to have her too.

  "So do you Cait, I'm not leaving here without you." Placing her hands on her hips her eyes filled with anger. "You obviously don't want to be here and no one is going to force you to say." Let them try she thought feeling her own anger rise.

  "Cayce, there's no other choice. I'm a washed up stripper, this is about as good as it's going to get for me." Casting a glance to Dylan she could only hope that there really wasn't something going on between the two of them. Her sister deserved more than some man who only wanted to use her as a sex toy.

  "Don't you ever talk about yourself that way, you need to tell me what's going on so I can help you." She knew her sister had low self-esteem but none of this was making any sense. From what she had discovered in her diary, Cait had loved this lifestyle but it was pretty apparent from her words that something bigger than a love for BDSM was going on here.

  Dylan remained quiet, allowing the girls to talk. He had no idea why Cait was here if she didn't embrace this lifestyle then something wasn't adding up for him either. When he had met her at the club she seemed like a vibrant young woman who was having the time of her life. This person before him was scared and desperate and he could only surmise that Serif had done something to terrify her.

  "Look Cayce, there's no use in trying to talk me into leaving. I owe a debt and Serif is going to help me pay it off." She had thought that coming here would mean she belonged only to him but that had quickly been put to the test. He had used her a few nights before turning her out to his friends here. Betrayed or not, she would never be able to repay the debts she owed without his help. So basically she was his willing slave.

  "I see you found my other little pet, Dylan", Serif walked in with a wide grin on his face. Having her twin had been too much of a temptation for him to resist. The night he had seen Cayce at the restaurant with Dylan his good fortune was unbelievable. He had never owned a pair of twins and the thought of how pleased his clients would be made his smile widen even more.

  "Cayce is not yours, Serif." Dylan walked over and placed himself in front of the girls. "And it's pretty apparent to me that her sister doesn't really want to be here either." He felt rage fill his eyes as Serif looked over the girls like they were his cattle and he protectively pushed Cayce directly behind him to keep her from his sight.

  "So the mighty St. Clair finally found a pet to call his own," Serif laughed crudely. Pity, he thought to himself the twin idea would have been a novelty. "Take your little whore, Dylan the other one stays with me, she is under contract."

  "No!" Cayce screamed turning her eyes to Dylan begging for help. There was no way she was leaving Cait here with this monster of a human being.

  "Perhaps she needs a firmer hand Dylan," Serif laughed again, thinking it would have been a joy to take a crop and whip that spirit right out of her.

  "Do not address my girl as a whore again unless you want to taste your own blood, and we let Cait decide if she chooses to stay or not."

  Throwing back his head and laughing loudly it took him a minute to gain control. "I never thought I'd see the day when a girl brought you to your knees. Yes, why don't we ask the whore if she choose to stay with me or not?" Turning to Cait he held out his hand, "Come girl!"

  As Cait started to move forward, Cayce grabbed her arm. "Cait what are you doing, you don't want to stay with this man." There was no way she was leaving her with this animal.

  Cait pulled her arm from her sister's grasp. "I'm sorry Cayce, I love you but I belong to him." Forcing herself to walk over to Serif, she knelt down at his feet.

  Dylan shook his head, knowing the girl didn't want to stay but unable to take away her own free will. He thought quickly, and remembered what he did about Serif and his greed. "How much?"

  "You are willing to pay me for this slut," Serif was a business man above all and while the girl was attractive he had many attractive whores on his Island.

  "Name your price, Serif." He didn't approve of paying for human's but if that's what it took to get this girl out of this environment, that's what he'd do.

  Cayce couldn't believe that Dylan was going to pay for her sister. She would owe him for the rest of his life for what he was about to do as much as it disgusted her that these people treated human's like cattle. Glancing at Cait she could see the hopeful look in her eyes at Dylan's words and her heart ached for her.

  "Well she's indebte
d to me for quite a large sum of money as it is, and I'll be losing a talented little whore." Serif appeared to be thinking over the offer, but was truly just trying to gauge how much he could get for her.

  "Name your price, Serif." He had no doubt that Serif was going to ream him good, but it was worth the price to get Cayce and her sister back home.

  "Half a million," he doubted that Dylan was willing to pay such a lofty amount for a play toy, but he figured why not start high.

  "Done," he didn't even bat an eye at the figure. He would have paid more just to get the hell out of this place.

  "Go meet your new Master, slut." Serif smiled at Dylan. "You can wire the money to me Monday. Have fun with your toys." He was pleased to be getting such a high price for the girl.

  "I will make sure it is arranged, we would like to return home immediately." Dylan didn't want to give him the chance to ask for a higher amount and he had as much of the Island as he could stomach.

  "In such a hurry to play? My home is open to you and your toys, but if you prefer I'll have my Captain take you home, he's going back to pick up new arrivals at dusk." Serif couldn't really blame him, the thought of beating the two twins was enticing

  "Thank you for your hospitality," he gritted his teeth to stop from spewing out the words he longed to throw in his face, "but I would really like to get my girls acquainted with their new arrangements." He didn't mention that those arrangements had nothing to do with enslaving either girl.

  "As you wish, I have other things to attend to so I'll be awaiting the bank transfer." With a shit-eating grin Serif patted Cait's head and walked out of the room.

  As soon as he left, Cayce walked in front of her sister and held out her hand. "Let's get the hell off this Island." She hated this place and knew it would remain in her nightmares for years to come.

  Cait had no idea what had just happened, but it appeared she just traded one Master for and unknown one. Lifting her eyes up to Dylan for approval she waited. She knew nothing about this man other than the fact that it appeared he had coerced her sweet sister into the lifestyle.