“Look at me, Riley. Do you see what you do to me already? I don’t even require a touch from you to become hard and ready to fuck,” he had said gently as he climbed onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard. He arched one leg and draped his arm across it, tilting his head and looking at me, tied helplessly at the end of the bed he smiled. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”
“Yes. Thank you,” I had replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Come here, Riley,” he had commanded, his voice taking on a stern tone I had yet to hear. I looked up at him and saw the look on his face had changed; almost as if a mask had been taken off.
I swallowed nervously as I shimmied on the bed toward him, stopping at his side when he told me that I was close enough. He leaned over to the table next to the bed and opened the top drawer. I watched as he slid his hand inside and then pulled it back out, empty but seemingly satisfied.
“I had to turn the cameras on,” he explained. “And I’ll turn them on every time. I will make you learn to enjoy watching us together, Riley. But for now, I’m done talking.”
He reached out quickly and pulled me on top of him. My arms, still tied behind my back, ached slightly at how he was holding me. His beautifully carved chest was moving in heavy movements and I looked up him curiously. In that split second that I raised my face to his, he roughly pressed his mouth onto mine, kissing me like he’d never get the chance again. He slid his tongue into my mouth and conducted the most seductive dance I had ever experienced before, making me moan softly into his mouth.
“Already?” he had asked quietly with a grin, pulling away from me. “Then I wonder how you’ll react to this.”
Jax moved me so that I rested against him on my right arm and he slid his hands into the black lace panties he had put me in. I gasped as he trailed his fingers gently over my freshly shaved mound. That was something he had asked of me earlier in the day; to let him shave me. He had said that he knew he would want me tonight and he wanted a ‘clean surface’ to work with.
When he gently slid a finger inside of me, it brought me back to the moment, to what he was doing and I closed my eyes and rested it on his chest. While he moved inside of me gently at first, I wanted to kiss him again, bite his neck, and be let out of the fucking restraints. But because he had yet given me permission to do any of those, I had to sit there and let him do as he pleased with me.
“Oh fuck, Jax,” I moaned against his chest when he slid another finger in.
He chuckled in response and began to move his fingers in and out of me. I squirmed at the movements, moaning louder and turning my face slightly. I wound up grazing my lips against his chest which caused him to inhale sharply. And stop. He had fucking pulled his fingers out of me and stopped; just like that.
“How am I supposed to do this if you’re moaning my name and kissing my chest? Hm?” he asked gently. “You’re to sit here quietly and let me do as I please, aren’t you?”
“I’m sorry,” I had whispered. I tried to move myself so that his fingers could easily slide back inside of me, since they were resting on my thigh, but Jax laughed and moved his hand away completely.
“No, I think we’re done this evening. You couldn’t follow the rules I set forth, then you don’t get to continue. We’ll try again tomorrow night,” he said as he got off of the bed, exited the room, and leaving me with desire trailing down my inner thigh.
“Have you seen this show before?” he asked, snapping me back to reality.
I glanced at the television for a moment and wondered what the hell exactly it was that he was watching.
“No,” I replied.
A loud, rumbling sound escaped from inside me. I was hungry and my stomach was making funny noises, but I knew better than to ask for something as simple as food.
“Hungry?” he asked, glancing down at me.
“A bit, yes,” I replied in a small voice.
“Come on then,” he said getting to his feet. I stood up and waited for him to tell me it would be okay to follow him, but he just stood there for a moment watching the show before he laughed and grabbed his bowl of cereal. “Let’s go into the kitchen,” he finally said.
“Thank you,” I said as I followed him.
We walked into the kitchen silently and he told me to sit on any stool I pleased. I sat in the one that I had first sat in and waited with my hands folded in my lap. He took his bowl to the sink, rinsed it out, and set it in the dish washer before turning and leaning against the counter.
“What are you hungry for?” he asked looking at me.
“Anything is fine, thank you,” I whispered.
“Well, are you very hungry or a little hungry?” he asked as he started to drum his fingers along the countertop.
How is it possible that no one has noticed I’m missing? I miserably and suddenly thought to myself. Because they don’t care, a voice whispered back.
My stomach growled again in response as I wiped tears away from my eyes. I didn’t want him to know I was crying so I had to clear my mind. I didn’t know what would happen if I showed any weakness toward a simple question. Especially when that wasn’t why I was crying at all.
“Do you have dessert after breakfast?” he asked, moving toward the stove and pulling out a few pans.
“I can’t say I ever have,” I replied blinking furiously. Stop crying.
He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of eggs, a package of bacon, and some butter.
“Would you like to try?” he asked as he turned on the stove and began to smear butter into one pan. I watched as he turned on another burner and threw some slices of bacon in it. “How do you like your eggs, by the way?”
“Yolky.”
Jax threw his head back and laughed. I realized in that moment that it was a juvenile thing to say, but it was how I had always referred to it. He glanced over his shoulder and gave me an amused grin, prompting me to smile back. Just a little.
“Come stand with me, Riley,” he said, still grinning as he turned his attention back to the stove.
I got to my feet and adjusted the bottom of the corset that was gripping me like vice and went over to him. He glanced down at me for a moment and I looked up holding his gaze.
“Is it weird that, in a way, I find myself enjoying your company? Regular company I mean; not just the sexual,” he asked softly.
“I wouldn’t hope it’s weird,” I replied back feeling shy.
“Good. Because I want today to be normal. I want to see what you do if I let you do as you wish; not as my equal, but as an acquaintance. Today, I won’t give you any rules after dessert and save for tonight, when I attempt to collect from you again. How does that sound?” he asked, flipping the bacon strips.
“Why?” I blurted out in shock.
“It’s the Queen’s Birthday,” he replied with a shrug. “I’d rather not treat you like you don’t belong when we could spend the day together as acquaintances.”
“Thanks,” I said softly.
“You’re welcome. But for now, sit down and eat please,” he said, setting two eggs and a small pile of bacon on a beautiful pate on the island.
Nodding, I went back to my stool and waited for him to unlock the drawer that held the utensils. He handed me a fork and sat across from me with his chin in his hand and a smile on his face. It took me no time to devour my breakfast to which he responded by making another pair of eggs and giving me the remaining strips.
When I was finally full and done eating, I thanked him again and he took the plate away. I waited for him to finish his obsessive routine of rinsing the dish and fork and opening the dishwasher and finally turning it on.
“I’ll give your food a moment to settle before I give you dessert,” he said with a smile, sitting across from me again.
“Can I ask you something?” I said timidly.
He raised an eyebrow for a moment, but cleared his throat, “Yes.”
I sat there kind of in shock. I don’t know what I was exp
ecting, but a “yes” was definitely not on the list. Now I had to think of a question to ask that wouldn’t offend or upset him. What do you ask a sexual predator that likes to kidnap women and break them down until he’s tired of them?
“Got any hobbies?” I asked brightly. You know, besides abducting women and making them your fuck things, I finished silently to myself.
“Is that really what you wanted to ask me the one time I let you slide? What my hobbies are?” he asked with a laugh.
“Yes,” I replied trying to sound interested.
He narrowed his eyes as he looked at me. I watched him purse his lips, still smiling before he finally answered, “I’d rather show you. But after dessert, okay?”
I nodded. What the hell was dessert and when was it going to be ready anyway? I was getting tired of sitting there and my food had already settled.
“What is for dessert anyway?” I asked curiously.
Jax chuckled as he hopped off of the stool and came over to stand next to me, “Food settled already?”
I nodded and turned slightly in my stool to face him. Jax looked at me, his grin never leaving, as he reached down and scooped me off of the stool and placed me on the island.
“You are what is for dessert, Riley. I will allow you to touch me but do not overstep your boundaries,” he warned before he kissed me again like he did the night before.
I lost myself in his embrace, returning the kiss as hungrily as he was giving it to me. I wondered, however, what would he consider overstepping my boundaries? It was obvious what this was going to lead to right now and it was obvious that I was going to put my hands on him, but what would happen if I did something he didn’t approve of? Would he just stop like he did the night before?
He wrapped his arms around my waist and moved his lips to my neck, licking and biting, causing my heart to start beating erratically. God, the sensations that were running through my body as he moved his lips down and pulled my corset down was overwhelming. One more yank and my breasts were exposed. Jax moved his mouth lower still and took my left nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking gently.
I tested my boundaries with Jax. My hands instinctively went through his hair and balled into fists. He stopped for a moment, but moved from my left nipple to my right as I pulled hard on his hair. I bit my lip so hard that I could almost swear that I drew blood. I didn’t want to make any noises that would cause him to stop what he was doing. Even though I hated him for what he had done to me and even though I hated him for being my captor, I needed this.
I felt his hands at my hips and heard the tearing of the fabric as he ripped my panties away from my body. Gripping me tightly, he pulled me toward the edge of the island and lowered his pants and boxers. In a breath, he pushed himself deep inside of me.
The initial thrust hurt. It was a sensual kind of pain and I wanted him to do it again. And he did, over and over, Jaxton pushed inside of me causing me to wrap my arms around his shoulders and grip them tightly. I wanted to cry out, I wanted to moan his name into his ear, but he hadn’t given me permission for that. Jaxton pulled back slightly and I was afraid that he was going to stop, but he didn’t. He covered my mouth with his kissing me deeply, a moan escaping into my mouth.
“Riley,” he breathed as he thrust deeply inside of me two more times. The way his voice sounded at that moment and how my name rolled off his tongue in that accent was the sexiest thing in the world.
Jax pulled out for a moment. I thought he was done or maybe he wanted to catch his breath, but instead he slid me off of the island and turned me around. With a vicious shove, he bent me over and slid inside of me again.
This time he balled my hair in his fist. One hand on my hip and using his fist to keep my face flat on the counter, he began his rhythmic thrusts again. It only lasted another ten minutes. A few more vicious pumps and I felt a warm rush fill me. He moaned loudly when it happened and I felt him lean forward and rest his forehead on my back for a moment before pulling himself out of me.
“Well. What did you think of dessert?” he asked, with a breathless laugh.
I put my hands down on the counter and pushed myself up to a standing position. My head hurt from where he held me down and my legs were unsteady. As I felt him running down my inner thigh and I took a few steadying breaths before answering.
“Messy. Painful.”
“Riley, if you think that was painful, then you really won’t be able to deal with what I have in store for you. But go up to your room, the one you woke up in, and change your clothes. Because we are now acquaintances for the rest of the day, I’ll clean this up,” he said with a grin.
“I need you to unlock the doors, remember?” I asked quietly.
He laughed and reached down for his pants, pulling them up along with his boxers. He went over to the sink and grabbed a dishcloth, ran it under the water, and pulled out a bucket from under the sink.
“You’re right. Change of plans then. You clean this up and I’ll be back with something for you,” he said tossing the rag at me as he left the kitchen.
I looked at the side of the island and at the floor and sighed heavily. The faster I got this over with the faster I’d be able to put clothes on again and maybe take control of something for once. I wiped down the side of the counter, then got on my knees to make sure that nothing had pooled on the floor. When I was done with the task that had been given to me, I took the bucket to the sink and filled it halfway with hot water, before tossing the soiled rag into it.
“You look damn sexy when you clean,” he said from the doorway. I jumped because I was startled; I never heard him reenter the kitchen.
“I wouldn’t imagine it has anything to do with my ass on full display?” I quipped rolling my eyes.
He laughed good-naturedly and came over to inspect what I had done. I watched him nod in approval before handing me clothes. I took them gratefully and held them against my chest.
“I’ll lead you to the shower down here. That way you can clean yourself up properly, while I go upstairs and do the same,” he said putting his hands on my shoulders and guiding me out of the kitchen.
Shower? I don’t ever recall even seeing a bathroom on this floor.
Jax lead me through the living room and down the only hall I had never been in on the main floor.
“Close your eyes,” he said and I did. He let go of my shoulders and stepped around me. I heard the familiar beep of a code being punched into a door, not even realizing there had been a door there to begin with.
“You can open them now,” he said, taking my hand and leading me into a smaller room. “Shower’s in there. These doors aren’t coded, only the one in and out. So once you’re done, just wait for me on the stairs and I’ll be down when I’m ready, alright?”
I nodded and watched him leave. He left the door cracked slightly open so that it wouldn’t lock me in and I pushed open the door to the bathroom. It was pretty; medium sized with glass doors on the shower, a big vanity mirror, and everything seemed to be made of marble or porcelain.
Smiling, I set my clothes on the edge of the pretty sink and leaned into the shower to turn the water on. I ran my hands under the faucet making sure that the temperature was just right before I stepped in and washed myself. I spent about half an hour in the shower, mostly just standing under the shower head and letting the hot water pour over me.
I slid one of the glass doors open when I was done and reached for the towel that was sitting, folded neatly, on top of a closed hamper. I wrapped it around myself and went to the mirror. I used my hand to wipe a diagonal clearing so that I could look at myself.
I took a deep breath and wondered what I was becoming. It was obvious by all of his “equal” talk, he was training me; grooming me for something terrible and in the kitchen, I enjoyed it.
Get a grip Riley. He’s using you and you’re letting him. You need to start fighting back and you need to start now.
She was right. My inner heroine was trying to save
me from a lifetime of horrors. Maybe the only way out of this would be for him to kill me, but I wouldn’t go down without a fight.
I looked around the bathroom and saw a washcloth sitting neatly on the cabinet to my right. I went over and ran my hands along the shelf. I wondered what else could be there that I could use somehow to fight off Jaxton the next time he wanted “dessert.”
My fingers grazed over something small and sharp. “Oh my God,” I breathed, carefully sliding the dangerous, small object off of the cabinet and safely into the palm of my hand. I don’t know if he had forgotten this was there or maybe if he left it as a test, but I quickly dressed and slid the new weapon into my pocket.
I took one long last hard look at myself in the mirror and tied my hair back into a ponytail.
Today, I will become a free woman.
Fifteen
(Jaxton)
I tilted my face up and to the right inspecting it carefully. I wanted to be sure that Riley hadn’t scratched my face during our little soiree in the kitchen. I was not vain for myself, you see, I was vain for my conquests. I wanted them to always have something pleasant to look at. That’s part of the reason I kept my body in the condition it was in as well. For the length of time I kept them, I would always be sure that they would at least enjoy seeing me, even if they didn’t enjoy what I did to them.
I chuckled as I turned off the light in the bathroom and walked out. No scratches on my face and none on my body. Not that I would have secretly minded. Riley was the one for me; my match in every way and I knew it. I felt it so strongly when I first saw her that all I had to do was get her to see it too.
I walked down the hallway and toward the top of the steps when I saw Riley standing at the bottom with her back to me. I smiled and took a seat on the top step.
Out of all of the conquests I’d had so far, Riley was by far my favorite. She had renewed my taste for virgins but that was something I wouldn’t ever indulge in again without her.
But as I sat there staring at her, in her cutoff denim shorts, her black vest, and her hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, I couldn’t find it inside of myself to discard her. Even if she disobeyed and failed me in the process of our arrangement, I wouldn’t get rid of her. I’d let her get rid of herself and then my conscience would be clear. The loss would be great to me, but it would be something that I would live with and move on.
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