by K. A Knight
“Yes, it’s a dark room, not soundproof though, the screams will be a warning. Get that information and I might let you have your pick of the next lot.” He smirks and then marches away, calling an order to someone else who soon comes to relieve me.
At least there is no camera. He might not realise it, but he’s given me the perfect opportunity to check on my girl, see how she is, hold her. Kiss her and discuss our plan, see what she has learned from the girls. Then, we’ll come out and I’ll tell them just enough to make it believable.
I nod at the new guard and roll my shoulders back, opening the door and slamming my fists into it with a clank. Everyone but her is asleep. I point at her with narrowed eyes. “You, with me,” I order.
One of the other girls moves closer to her. The blonde who was sleeping with her head in Nadia’s lap cries out and grips her arm. All the girls look devastated, wondering what will happen to their new leader.
She smiles at them and pats their back before standing and stopping in front of me. “What do you want, you bastard?” she asks, her voice venomous like when we used to argue.
I step forward, craning my neck down to meet her defiant gaze. It turns me on like nothing else. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be. Either you walk out or you go over my shoulder, your choice.”
“Fuck you,” she spits, crossing her arms, her eyes flaring at me. I know she’s getting off on the fight as well, my dirty girl always does.
I sweep her up before she can react, tossing her over my shoulder until her ass is in the air and her head hangs over my back, and then I turn, ignoring the cries of the other women as Nadia beats her fists into my ass quite convincingly. I nod at the other guy, stalk down the corridor, and into the open, the other guards smirking as they see her kicking and screaming, throwing obscenities at us, wiggling in my grip as I grasp her feet to stop her from falling and hurting herself.
She puts on quite the show as we head past Razor and he laughs. “Sure you can handle her, newbie?”
“Give me an hour,” I reply, as I head upstairs and through the door of the office, where they take the girls for ‘personal talks,’ as they call it. I slam the door behind me and look around. There is a wooden chair next to the door, so I slam it up under the handle to give me a warning before tossing her onto the king-sized bed.
She bounces as she screams, her eyes narrowing on me as she gets to her knees on the mattress. I press my finger to my lips for a moment as I check the room for cameras and mics. She watches me the whole time and only settles when I stop before her with a grin. Apart from the adjoined bathroom, the room is pretty empty sans the chair, bed, lamp, and carpet. Seems they don’t want anything that could be used against them. Smart.
“Is it safe?” she asks, and in answer I grab her legs and toss her until she lands on her back on the bed and cover her body with mine, our lips meeting in a frenzy.
She groans into my mouth, her hands gripping at my shirt and pulling me closer as her thighs fall open, letting me between them as I tangle my tongue with hers, kissing her roughly. Dominating her mouth, letting all my fear, anger, and worry pour into her.
She gives it all back, letting me taste her desperation and nerves until we finally break apart, both of us breathing heavily and staring at the other. Reaching down, I move some of her hair from her face and cup her cheek, wincing at her black eye, but at least some of the swelling has gone down. “Are you okay, Brat?”
“I am now.” She grins and kisses my hand before cupping my face. “What about you, Spidey? I can tell you’re pissed off.”
Perceptive little brat.
“I’m fine, more worried about you.” I sigh, leaning into her touch. “I’m supposed to get information out of you on what you know, whatever means necessary.”
She nods, a smile flirting at her lips. “I figured.” Her eyes sparkle. “I have a plan.”
I groan, knowing whatever it is, I’m not going to like it.
“What’s that?” I ask, almost cringing.
“How about we fuck? You make me scream, they think you’re hurting me, make it rough, then I’ll go out there and hang my head all scared and wounded and you can be the big man spilling all the information.” She winks.
Huh, I was wrong, I do like this plan.
“You’re a dirty girl,” I tease, as her hand slips from my face and down my chest until she cups my hard cock.
“Yeah, but you love it. Now, Spidey, are you up to the job?” she taunts, leaning up and licking my lips. “Going to make me scream real nice for the bad men?”
“Depends, are you going to be a bad girl?” I grin, leaning down and kissing her lips again.
“Always, Spidey, don’t you know that yet?” She laughs.
Done with talking, knowing our time is counting down and wanting to make the most of it with my girl, I grip her chin and drag her lips back to mine, shutting her up with one of the only ways I know how. She rubs my cock through my pants, teasing me before unzipping my trousers and slipping inside, palming my length and squeezing, making me grunt as I jerk in her hand.
I let her have control for a moment, knowing she probably needs it with the situation she’s in, but then I have to get serious, I need her to scream just as badly as I need to be buried in her wet, tight little pussy, filling her with my cum. They don’t know, but it will make me feel better. She is mine, after all.
Reaching between us, I rip her hand from my pants, making her gasp into my mouth as I pin it to the bed, and then I pull my lips away, kissing down her throat before pushing down her glittering top and taking one of her nipples into my mouth. She groans, arching up into my touch, her hands combing through my hair just like I love, and her legs wrap around my waist and tighten, her hips lifting to rub her pussy against me.
Nibbling at her nipple, I pull away and blow cool air across the wet bud, making her shiver as her eyes open and lock on me, fuzzy with pleasure, my name on her lips. Licking down her stomach, I trace her curves, spanning my hands across them until I reach her leather trousers. Rolling my eyes up to hers, I flick open the button and drag them down, ripping them from her feet and tossing them aside until she’s in nothing but a tiny thong. Lapping around the lace, I grasp it with my teeth and pull it down her thighs, making her gasp again as she watches me hungrily.
I don’t have time to hold her and reassure her, never mind fuck her like I want to. But I can make her forget, just for a while, where she is, and in my arms she will find nothing but the blinding pleasure she seeks.
She is bare for me, her shirt bunched around her belly as I stare down at the angel beneath me, her skin golden and begging for my touch, her pussy pink and wet as she parts her thighs for me under my watchful gaze. Her body ripples as she lifts her hips, begging wordlessly.
Lying between her thighs, I grip them meanly, digging my fingers in, making her groan again, knowing my girl loves pain mixed with her pleasure. Licking along her wet thighs, I taste everywhere but where she needs me, until she glares at me, her lips thinning until I kiss her pussy.
She presses closer, fucking her face against my mouth as I trace her clit with my tongue, lashing it, tasting her cream, her need for me. Trailing down her wetness with my fingers, I dip my them inside of her before spreading her wide for my tongue.
“Yes,” she hisses, as I eat her pussy like my favourite dessert, licking her up before fucking her with my tongue and fingers until her thighs are quivering under my touch, her stomach rolling with her rocking—she’s close, so close.
Pulling away, I sit back and grin at her as her mouth opens and her eyes narrow. “You fucking bastard!” she screams, making me laugh.
“Good girl,” I coo, as I lean down, pressing my hands into the bed on either side of her head, hovering over her prone body. “Scream for me, hate me, swear, whatever.”
An evil grin crosses her mouth, making me groan. Why does that make my cock jerk?
“You fucking cunt!” she yells. “Get the fuck off me!”
She keeps screaming, even as she pulls me closer. Gripping her hips, I tilt them up as I rub my cock in her wetness, her breathing hitching as I nudge her clit. Lining up at her entrance, I wink down at her as I thurst inside, spearing her pussy with my hard cock, making her scream for real.
Her back bows as she groans, her hands coming up to claw at my shoulder as she bites down on her full bottom lip. Dropping my mouth to hers, I suck on her tongue as I pull away and slam back in, swallowing her groan of pleasure. Her bite mark is still healing, and she catches it on my shoulder, making me shiver at the burst of pain.
Ripping her lips away, she turns her head and pants into the bed as I drive into her again and again, hard thrusts stretching her tight little pussy around my cock. I hope her screams are being taken as howls of pain at my ‘questioning’ her, but I’m beyond caring now. Not with her legs wrapped around me, her wet heat stretching around my hard length, and her breasts pressed to my chest, rubbing against my shirt-clad chest.
Wanting, needing her to scream again, I grab her breast and squeeze, rolling her nipple between my fingers before leaning down and biting it. She howls like I wanted, her pussy pulsing around me as her nails paint her pleasure down my back. Kissing it better, I lean up on my hands, fucking her still as I trace my fingers down her stomach to her pussy and flick her clit.
Screaming obscenities again, she keeps it up, only going quiet to try and hide her moans as I rub her clit, alternating between slapping it and rubbing it better until she’s a panting, sweaty, shivering mess beneath me, her pussy fluttering with her impending orgasm until, with one more flick of my fingers, she comes. Her mouth opens in a silent scream now, her legs clamping around me, her pussy too, like a vice, demanding I come until I do, unable to help myself. Grunting, I fill her with my cum, panting, my hair sweaty and a mess as I stare down at my girl.
Her lips are red and puffy, her eye still swollen, her hair a matted mess now. Her nipple has teeth marks and her skin shines with a post-sex glow. She looks so fucking beautiful. Her eyes flicker open and meet mine as she licks her lips and smiles.
“Want to do it again?” she rasps, making me laugh as I pull from her and roll from the bed on unsteady legs.
I head to the bathroom and grab a towel, wetting it. I clean both her and me up before sitting her up on the bed. Checking my watch, I see we still have some time, and I frown, unsure how to make it look like I’ve hurt her without actually doing so. I could just say she broke easily, but then why would she be screaming and why would we be in here so long?
I could say I played with her, targeting her mentally until she broke down. She interrupts my inner thoughts with a poke to the chest. “Okay, let’s do this, Spidey.”
“Do what?” I ask, looking at her in confusion.
She smiles. “Make it look real.” Then, as I watch with open-mouthed shock, she slaps herself around the face. It rings out loudly as she groans, covering the redness on her face as she looks back at me, that crazy smile in place.
“What the fuck, Brat?” I almost yell, then remember they can hear me, so I lower my voice.
“We have to make it look real, Keanu, I can’t have them suspecting either of us yet. I can take some pain, now help me,” she snaps.
I cringe back. “I can’t hit you.” The very thought alone fills me with horror.
She rolls her eyes. “That’s sweet, but not helpful.” She looks around and gets to her feet, sucking in a breath before throwing herself at the wall. I leap up and catch her as she slides down it with an injured groan. “Shit, that hurt, okay, punch me.”
“No,” I growl. I won’t, I draw the line there.
She goes to hit herself again and I grip her hand with a warning look. “And you don’t hurt yourself anymore, or I will tie you to my bed and leave you there with a dildo stuck in your pussy, unable to move or come.”
Her eyes flare and I file that away for later.
“Then what do we do?” she grumbles. Her cheek is red, her shoulder as well, and she has my hand marks on her from our fucking. I let go of her hand and mess up her hair and frown, it’s missing something.
“Can you cry?” I inquire curiously.
She flashes me a grin. “Sure thing, give me a second.” I watch as her eyes go far away before they start to well up, and tears slowly roll down her cheeks.
“That’s it, come on.” I nod, pulling her to my feet and leading her from the room. She dips her head, acting meek and subdued, cringing when the men down there laugh and shout encouragements at me.
I hate this, so fucking much. What I wouldn’t do just to be back at home with my girl, her naked curves pressed against me, her teasing smile aimed in my direction. As much as I love working with her, this is hell for me.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Nadia
Back in the cell, I turn to the others. At least I don’t have to walk around with his cum sticky between my thighs. They rush towards me, including Lea, all worried, their questions coming at me rapid fire, especially when they see the red marks on my arms.
I smile at them. “I’m okay, I promise, it’s okay.”
Sarah bursts into tears and rushes into my arms so I hold her tight. “Shush, it’s okay,” I whisper, while the others look like they don’t believe me.
“I thought, I thought they were going to kill you,” she cries as I hold her tighter. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry for what they did,” she sobs brokenly.
I kiss her head and hold out my free arm to the others. They all move closer and I wrap them up in my arms, knowing I can’t lie to them anymore. It might put us at risk, they might break and tell someone to save themselves, but I can’t have this broken-hearted expression on their faces and have them thinking my man is a monster. I know he will act like he doesn’t care, but it hurts him to see them cringe away from him, they shouldn’t, not when he’s fighting so hard to save them.
“Okay, I need to tell you something, and I need you to believe me and keep it a secret. If you can’t, it means I might die and so will he,” I whisper, and then look back at the door, hoping I’m making the right decision. I tell them that Keanu is here with me, here to help. I don’t tell them who he really is or why, just that he got a job with them to try and stop them like I did.
“Who are you people?” Lea asks with a frown, staring at the door as well.
“People here to help, I promise, but if they find out, they will kill us both. We can’t blow his cover,” I whisper harshly.
Sarah nods, sniffing as she pulls back. “He’s not as mean as the others, never even touched us and turns his back, I thought that was strange.”
“Or a play,” Lea scoffs and looks at me. “But maybe not. Okay, say we believe you, what’s your plan and where did he just take you?”
I shuffle them over to the mattresses that we pulled together, leaning back against the wall with a yawn, my eyes blurry and tired, but I can’t sleep, not yet. I need to make them understand. My eyes burn from it, but I stay awake and look between them, hoping I can trust them.
“They wanted him to question me about what I knew. We talked in a room and I slapped myself around so it looked real when he brought me back. The plan is...we are looking for the head guy, we need to kill him to stop this, otherwise another operation will be put into place. We will do whatever it takes, we’ve been hunting these people for weeks, watching and waiting. This is our only shot.”
“So no plan.” Lea huffs. “Fine, well, I want to help in any way I can.”
We all stare at her in shock and she grins. “It’s not like I have much else to do.”
We laugh and Sarah looks at me timidly. “The man that came in was yours?” she asks and I nod, already knowing from their reactions she knew him. “The one with him is my boyfriend, he’s a college football player. I guess he tried to find me when I went missing. I don’t know how he got involved, but you can trust him. He’s a good guy.”
“Are you sure?” I query.
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She nods enthusiastically. “He loves me. He would never hurt me.”
It seems so naïve, but I’m really hoping it’s true. “Okay, now let’s get some sleep. It’s late and I’m betting tomorrow isn’t going to be any better, okay? I want someone to be awake at all times so they can alert us if something happens.”
They all nod and Alisha smiles at me. “I’ll go first, you haven’t slept yet and you look exhausted.”
I laugh, I can’t help it. “Is that a nice way of saying I look like shit?”
She laughs with me. “Yep, so sleep. I’ll wake Lea next, then you.”
“What about me?” Sarah asks, frowning, and we all share a knowing look. We want to protect the young girl, she must understand. “Please, let me help.”
“Okay, Lea then Sarah then Nadia,” Alisha confirms, but we share a nod, she can help.
I have a strange friendship with these girls, it feels like I’ve known them forever already. I guess hard situations help speed up bonding, but Alisha? Something about her clicked with me instantly. When we were just sitting in here yesterday, we ended up talking and I asked her about her life. She owns a gym with her brother. Her dad and mom died when she was younger, and she ended up quitting university to help raise him. She’s given so much of her life, gave up her house, her job, her very life to help him. She had to start all over again, moving back across the country, fighting the system to become his guardian. She helped put him through school so he could do what he wanted to, and apparently that was becoming a PT. I guess her dedication and past matched with mine, and I found myself telling her about my gammie. She understood in a way only someone who has been there, looking after someone else, can. I know once this is over, we will remain friends. Hell, I even let her talk me into joining her gym and letting her brother train me. Though she did try and hook me up with him, I had to let her down gently.
