by B. B. Hamel
“That’s okay,” he says. “You’re not done.”
I blink at him. “What?”
“You think I’d let you off so easily?” He laughs and stands. He reaches around me and does something to the silk ties. I’m released and for a second, I take a step toward him, but he stops me.
He reaches back and binds my hands again. I’m free of the post, but my wrists are still tied behind my body. He takes me over to the bed and gently pushes me forward, bending me over, my hands tied behind my back and my ass in the air.
I look back over my shoulder as he undresses. I watch his muscular body slip out of his clothing, and finally he stands there behind me, cock hard as fuck, muscles ripples.
“See, now it’s my turn to have what I want,” he says, and then he spanks me.
I gasp and bite my lip. “What are you going to do to me?” I ask him.
“Whatever I want.” He spanks me again. “And you’re going to enjoy it. We both know you will.”
“Shit,” I groan as he spanks me again. The lingering orgasm mixed with the pain gets my heart racing again, and I can feel that pulse of desire between my legs, the strobing need that builds inside of me.
He gently teases my pussy with his fingers, being tender on my sensitive clit, and then spanks my ass again. I gasp at the sudden pain mingling with the pleasure in my mind, not sure how to differentiate between it all. He grins and does it again, alternating from my ass to my pussy and back again until my breath is coming in deep gasps and I know that I want it again.
“Good girl,” he says finally, fingers inside of me, sliding in and out slowly, fucking me from behind. “You’re nice and slick again for me. Didn’t take long.”
“You’re a bastard,” I say to him, smiling, and he grins back.
“Good. I’m glad you think so.”
He slap my ass again then stands behind me. I feel his thick cock against my aching pussy and I know what’s going to happen, but I can’t prepare myself for it.
He slides himself deep inside of me. I gasp and moan as his thick cock fills my sensitive tight pussy. Pleasure and pain mingle, washing over me, but the pain is less this time. He slaps my ass, his cock buried deep inside of me, and then he grabs the tie between my wrists and holds it as he slowly thrusts into me.
He pins me there, face down on the bed, hands behind my back. I can’t move an inch. He holds the tie that binds my wrists tightly in one hand, pulling me back against him as he thrusts into me, pushing himself deep inside of my pussy.
“God, yes,” he groans. “Your pussy is so fucking tight and warm, you know that? I want to bury myself deep in this little cunt and taste your cum again.”
“Oh god,” I moan. “Be nice. I don’t know if I can handle it.”
“There’s nothing nice about me.” He sounds like an animal, filled with lust, as he begins to thrust harder. “And nothing gentle, either.”
He starts to fuck me, really fuck me, hips working hard, cock slapping into my pussy, and I can feel myself building into it again. I moan, head turned to catch glimpses of his rock hard body as his cock slams into me. He pulls me back harder, cock slamming into me, and I know he’s fucking me like an animal.
There’s no mercy in him anymore, nothing tender or gentle. He wants to fuck me rough and deep and that’s what he’ll do. There’s no slowing down and I know it. I’m going to be taken and I fucking love it.
I start to work my hips back against him, getting deeper into the moment as he rips into me. His grunts are loud and passionate, and I know he’s going to come inside of me, fill me with his heat, and I want it. I need it so fucking badly I can barely control myself at all. But I keep bucking back against him, sliding along his thick cock, marveling that he can even fit inside of me.
And the pleasure is overwhelming. The way I’m bound there, unable to do anything but work that cock, makes me feel so fucking sexy and needed. I love that I’m his little pet, the woman he wants to fuck and be rough with. I love it, the way he handles me, gentle at first but pushing me up against my boundaries.
My body is sweating and working in rhythm with his, working faster and harder, getting closer. “Come in my pussy, Ethan,” I moan, not sure where that’s coming from. “Come inside of me, you fucking bastard.”
“That’s right,” he says, slapping my ass with his free hand. “Go ahead and call me a bastard again, you fucking dirty slut. Do it.”
“Fuck you, bastard,” I groan.
He rips into me and I can feel another orgasm building inside of me. I can’t believe I’m going to come again, but I know there’s no stopping it. I struggle back against him and he pushes me down, tearing into my pussy, working me hard.
“I’m going to fill you up, dirty fucking girl,” he says. “You want this fucking cum?”
“Yes, Ethan,” I moan.
“That’s right. You bad girl. You filthy fucking girl.”
He fucks me deeper, rougher, slaps my ass, pulls my hair, and I’m almost there. I’m so close. He strokes into me, deep and rough smacks of his cock, and I know I can’t hold back anymore.
He groans loudly, and I know he’s coming just as my orgasm crests and starts to wash over me again. I can feel his hot cum fill my little pussy, and it’s ecstasy, something I can barely comprehend.
We come together, bodies moving as one, sweating and working and writhing, and it’s all so much.
Slowly we come down together. The orgasm passes into a dull buzz of pure bliss. He releases my wrists from their bond and then we collapse together on the bed, his arms wrapped around me.
I love this. We say nothing. There’s nothing to say in this moment. All I need is his arms around me, his body against mine. We sweat together and are together, and that’s all I care about. Nothing is going to tear me from his arms, not if I can help it.
25
Ethan
The shower water washes over me and I can still feel her, ringing all through my body. She’s just outside of the bathroom, still in her bed, waiting for me to come back out. I have to clean up before I go to this meeting with Richard, although all I want to do is lay in bed with her and forget about everything else.
I finish showering and step out, towel around my waist. She smiles at me, wrapped in the sheets.
“Clean?” she asks.
“Clean,” I confirm.
“I didn’t know you like to shower after sex.”
“I don’t normally,” I admit. “I like still being able to feel you. Is that strange?”
She shakes her head. “No, not at all.”
“Good. But I have to go to a meeting.”
She looks disappointed. I hate disappointing her. “Really?” she asks.
“Really.” I frown and glance down at the ground. “It’s with your father.”
She goes very, very still suddenly. “Oh,” she says. “I didn’t think you were going to be involved with him.”
“We still have this business deal. I have to work something out with him.”
“Do you have any ideas?”
I shake my head. “I’ll probably offer him good terms. Hopefully he accepts.”
“What if he wants me back?”
“I won’t do that.”
“He might destroy you.”
I nod once. “Yeah, he might.”
“We need a plan. In case that happens.”
“We don’t need anything.” I walk over and kiss her gently on the lips. “I’ll take care of it.”
“You’re not alone in this, Ethan. I’m just as responsible as you are.”
“I don’t think so,” I say and walk over to my clothes. I start to get dressed as we walk.
“But I am. I’m the one he’s after. If I left and went back to him, things might be easier.”
“Maybe, or maybe not. We can’t know for sure.”
“We still need a plan.”
I sigh. “I know we do. I’m working on it.”
She pauses for a second and watch
es as I get dressed.
“How do you think he found out about The Syndicate?” she asks me suddenly.
I shrug. “He’s probably involved with them.”
“Okay,” she says. “But how did he figure out that I’m working for them? They don’t give out that kind of information.”
“He has spies all over the place,” I muse. “Maybe he has one in The Syndicate.”
“Maybe,” she says. “But what if it’s simpler than that?”
“Simple how?” I’m not sure where she’s going with this, but I’m fascinated. Her face gets excited suddenly as I finish putting on my shirt.
“He could be a regular there,” she says. “Maybe he asked the other girls about me. Some of them know me.”
“I thought you were new to this,” I ask her skeptically. “Can’t be that many girls.”
“The night of the auction I met maybe twenty different girls. Some of them know me. And before that, I met a few more, even made friends with one.”
I narrow my eyes, starting to see where she’s going with this. “I had to sign something when I bought you,” I say.
“Regulars do more than sign something,” she confirms.
“What are you getting at?”
“I think The Syndicate has information on him. And if we can get it, we can trade that information for what he has on you.”
“Interesting,” I say and then sit down on the side of the bed. “How do you propose we get this from The Syndicate? They’re not exactly just going to hand it over.”
“No,” she says, nodding. “They won’t. But if you give me back to them, I can steal it.”
“Absolutely not,” I say, standing up instantly. “No way am I giving you back to them.”
“Think about it, Ethan. I can do it from the inside. I have at least one friend. And if you give them money, I bet I can make some more friends.”
I frown at her. “I can’t risk this. How could you even find it?”
“I couldn’t. But I’d get help.”
“What if they just throw you into a hole and then hand you over to your father?”
“They wouldn’t do that.”
I groan, shaking my head. “No way,” I say.
“It’s a good plan, Ethan.”
“No,” I repeat. “I can’t do it.”
She stands and walks over to me. She takes my hands between hers and looks at me. She seems so small, so insecure, and yet I sense a fountain of power deep inside of her. She’s radiating confidence, and it’s hard not to look at how gorgeous she is.
“Let me,” she says softly. “I can do this. You have to trust me. You can’t just keep me locked up in here forever.”
I watch her, not sure what to say. I can’t put her in any kind of danger, but I know her idea isn’t bad. There are just too many unknowns, and I have no control over the outcome, and that terrifies me.
“Ethan,” she says softly. “Let me do this.”
I look away from her. “I can’t.”
“You can. And I’m going to. Just don’t stop me.”
I shake my head. “Please, Aria. Let me figure this out. Don’t go back to them.”
She reaches up and touches my face then kisses me softly, standing on her toes. “I won’t leave you,” she says. “I’ll come back. And when I do, we’ll fix this.”
I watch her, and I know it has to happen. Something in her face tells me that she’s determined to see this through whether I want her to or not. There’s no stopping her.
And so I nod and kiss her hard, pulling her against me. When the kiss is done, I keep her in my arms.
“Be safe,” I say.
“I will be. Don’t worry.”
I have to be willing to lose some control. I have to trust her. Whatever’s happening between us is real, very real. And I can’t pretend that I don’t know what it is anymore. It’s love, real love, the kind that comes at you from out of nowhere and is so obvious in its purity that you almost can’t see it. There’s too much brightness there, and I looked away, but not anymore. I’m going to embrace it. I’m going to trust it. I’m going to trust her to come back to me, and if she can’t, I’m going to go get her.
“I love you,” I say.
“I love you too,” she whispers.
I hold her tight while letting her go.
26
Aria
They meet me out in front of Ethan’s house. Jenkins forces me to stay inside in the foyer with my bags until the car pulls up and a large man in a black jacket approaches. Jenkins doesn’t say a word when I leave.
I’m sure Jenkins is excited that I’m leaving, but I’m terrified.
After we decided on the plan, I sent The Syndicate a message through my phone and told them that I was ready to come back. They responded right away, saying they’d send somebody as soon as possible. I kissed Ethan goodbye and he left for the meeting with my father.
He’s not going to do anything at the meeting. Now the plan is to wait and see if this pans out. He’s going to try and stall, but that’ll be it.
It’s up to me now.
I ride in the back of a large town car, my bags in the trunk, worried as all hell. The woman sitting up front next to the large man is the same woman that came to see Ethan. She doesn’t introduce herself.
I can tell that they’re not happy to have me back, and that’s fine with me. I watch out the window, butterflies in my stomach, not sure what I’m going to do.
When I joined The Syndicate and gave myself up to the profession, they took me into the mansion. That’s where the auction took place. I lived there for a few weeks, learning the ropes, though there wasn’t a whole lot of learning going on. Mostly, I met a bunch of girls and we gossiped and chatted.
All of The Syndicate girls live in the mansion while they’re on assignment or waiting to go on assignment. We don’t get breaks or days off until our contract is over, and contracts are typically six months. Of course, I planned on skipping out on my contract after I got my big payday. That’s not uncommon.
Now though, I don’t know what to think. I don’t know how they’re going to treat me when I get back there. I’m hoping that the girls I know are still there, or if maybe I can meet someone new that will be willing to help me.
The mansion is a large building in the south part of the city. It looks like a normal city block, a group of row homes, but that’s just a façade. Inside, the mansion is actually one large building that encompasses the entire black, north and south. Most of the doors on the street level lead absolutely nowhere.
The car parks in front of the main entrance, an unassuming looking brick house in the middle of the block. We get out and the driver gives me my bags.
“You made the right choice,” the woman says to me as the driver gets back in the car and heads off.
“I think so,” I say.
“The Syndicate is pleased,” she replies, heading up the steps. I follow her, lugging my bags.
“Really?” I ask.
“Of course. We respect loyalty.”
She doesn’t sound pleased, though, and she doesn’t look at me when she speaks. I have a bad feeling, but I block it out.
We head inside. The entrance foyer looks like a normal row home, but as soon as we go around the corner, it opens up into the magnificent building that is the mansion.
It’s exactly as I remembered it. Plush, beautiful rugs, expensive art on the walls, high ceilings, impossibly beautiful. Everything is polished and in its right place.
“Come,” the woman says, leading me down a few corridors. “You’ll stay with the girls until we figure out what to do with you.”
“Thanks,” I say. “I appreciate it.”
“Mhmmm,” she answers ignoring me again.
The girls stay in what’s essentially a dormitory in the eastern part of the building. I’m shown to a room where I can unpack and get changed if I want. There’s a shower down the hall and a common room on the next floor down with a kitchen
and some couches. That’s where most of the girls spend their time. I thank the woman and she leaves as fast as she can, almost as if I’m poisonous.
The Syndicate doesn’t want me here. I can tell that about them, I’m just another pain in the ass, another problem to solve. The second they get the opportunity, they’re going to turn me in to my father.
Which is why I don’t plan on being here for very long. I quickly open my bag and get out the phone Ethan gave me. I send him a message, saying that I’m okay, and then I grab an envelope that I hid beneath my underwear.
Inside the envelope is ten grand in hundred dollar bills. I slip it into the waistband of my jeans and cover it over with my shirt. I take a quick look in the mirror and then I head to the common room.
I step into the main room and take a look around. Disappointment sinks into my stomach.
I don’t recognize a single girl in there. People sit in small groups and talk, but I don’t know a single face. There are maybe eight girls in all scattered around. I walk into the kitchen and open the refrigerator door just to have something to do. I grab a bottled water and open it, looking around.
I don’t know what I’m going to do if I don’t know anyone. I can probably just ask a random girl, hope she knows something, but that’s dangerous. If I ask the wrong girl and she turns me in, I’ll be finished. I don’t know what I’ll do then. This whole thing will be over, and I’ll be given back to my father.
A nervous energy rolls through me as I scan the room one more time. I sit down at the kitchen table and cross my legs, sipping the water and looking at my phone, trying to pretend like I’m busy, but inwardly I’m terrified.
This could all be for nothing. I know that, deep in my gut, but I can’t let myself fall into that trap. It’s still early, I just got here. Other girls might show up. I have to hope.
I sit there for an hour or so, fiddling with my phone. Nobody talks to me, which isn’t so surprising. Most girls in The Syndicate are pretty cliquey and tight knit groups tend to form. People sure do love their high school bullshit hierarchies, even when they’re not in high school.
