A Rebel Captive (5 page)

After a few trips to the compost, she realized she needed to turn the growing pile.  A rake stood by the cabinet and she grabbed it, trying to use it to stir the contents of the bin, but she wasn’t tall enough to do it right.  She spotted a latch that would probably open one of the panels, making it easier for her to access the cabinet’s contents, but she took a risk.

“I’m going to climb up here.” She patted the small ledge of the cabinet, “so I can better turn the compost.  Okay?”

He nodded and helped her up.  She used the opportunity to try to look over the wall, but she wasn’t quite tall enough.  She tried to nonchalantly stand up on her tiptoes and crane her neck, but she still couldn’t see. 
With the bucket
maybe
, she thought, but Ronny was watching her.  She went back to turning the compost and Ronny looked at it to see what she was doing.  A swarm of beetles scattered out from where she was working and he jumped back. 

“Are you okay?” she asked.

              “Yeah, yeah,” he said, gingerly stepping back to the cabinet, but didn’t look inside. “I just have a thing about bugs.  I guess that doesn’t make me a very tough soldier does it?”  He looked ashamed. 

She jumped down from the ledge and they walked back together.  “Hey, please don’t tell anyone,” he said, rubbing his neck.  

She smiled at him.  “Your secret’s safe with me.”

Throughout the day, she caught the same brutal soldier staring at her.  She grew more and more uncomfortable under his malice filled gaze.  Glancing at Ronny, she wondered if she should say something about the man, but instead kept working.  Finally, on a return trip from the compost pile he walked away from peeling potatoes and stalked toward her.  Olivia backed away from him, uneasy with his approach.  She looked over her shoulder and saw Ronny fumbling with his watch console; surely he’d help her if she shouted for him. 

“So, you’re the hot little snatch that made the Lord finally want a slave,” he snarled circling her. “You must be a real fine piece of ass.” She whipped around, refusing to put her back to him.

He reached for her, but she stepped back. 

“You stay the hell away from me.” She took another step back. 

“Are you giving me orders?” he growled right before lunging for her.

The man grabbed her and tried to ram his body against her.  “Come on baby; show me how you earn your keep?”

She swung her compost bucket and it hit him square in the head, knocking him over. 

“You stupid slut.” He held his head with one hand and slapped her with the other. 

Olivia’s head snapped back and she lost her balance, falling into a pile of muddy weeds.  He advanced on her and she scuttled backward, trying to stay out of his grasp. 

Cole was just wrapping up a meeting when the intercom clicked on.  “Lord Landon, it’s Tom from the surveillance team.  There’s a situation in the back courtyard that I think you should be aware of.  I’ve sent the video to your console.” 

Cole was already out the door before the man finished.  He nearly ran to the courtyard, watching the scene on his watch.  He smirked when he saw Olivia hit the man, but started running in earnest when he saw the soldier strike her back.  One word kept ringing in his head,
mine.

He burst into the courtyard to see a group of soldiers trying to hold back the man that hit Olivia and Ronny standing protectively in front of her. 

“What’s going on here?” he bellowed and everyone froze.  “I demand someone tell me what happened?”  He was seething and when he saw the red handprint on Olivia’s face he nearly lost all sense of reason. 

The soldier that hit her pulled away from the men holding him.

“I was just trying to introduce myself to your little bitch and she hit me.”  Cole was clenching and unclenching his fists. 

“So, you hit her back?” His voice came out strangled with anger. 

The soldier was too smug to notice.  “Well, someone’s got to teach her to behave.  I expect you’ll teach her some better manners.” 

Olivia started to tremble.  His words brought back scenes from the other courtyard and the general’s command to teach Trebble some manners. 

Cole rubbed his chin and walked up to the man.  “Yes, thank you for your suggestion, I’ll deal with her.” The man grinned, but only for a second. 

Cole grabbed him by the collar and yanked the man to him so he could spit in his face. “And now let me give you a suggestion.  If you ever tell me what to do
ever
again, I’ll show you what fists can do to that brainless skull of yours instead of a measly fucking bucket.  And if you ever touch my property again I’ll kill you.”  Cole flung the man away from him and he stumbled, falling into the crowd of soldiers. “Take him to the cells,” he said, turning to the trembling, dirty Olivia.

Cole put his arm around her and started walking through the crowd, toward the door.  She could feel everyone staring at her and burrowed deeper against him.  Her face burned, from where the soldier hit her, from the embarrassment of all those men watching her, but also from the realization that she took comfort in Cole’s presence and his touch.  

Property
, the word hit her nearly as hard as the slap.  She would have bubbled over in anger and humiliation at the word, but he was radiating rage and she didn’t dare provoke him.  Instead, she focused on what he’d said to the soldier,
I’ll deal with her.
She shuddered and tried to steel herself to whatever was to come, but just ended up trying to hold back tears.  When they got to his room he hustled her inside and slammed the door.  He turned to her and she stepped away from him.  He followed her, grabbing her chin and inspected the damage.

“I didn’t mean to hit him,” she blurted out. “He came at me and I just reacted.  I’m so sorry, please don’t hurt me.” 

He blinked at her, confused.  “What are you talking about?”  He still held her chin.

“You told the soldier you’d d-deal with me.” Her eyes pleaded with him. 

He released her chin and stepped away from her.  “Dammit, Olivia, I’m not a monster.  I’m not going to hurt you just because you defended yourself against someone who had no business touching you.” She did cry then, in relief he wouldn’t hurt her, in horror of the events of the last few days, in the loss of adrenaline. 

He took her in his arms and she let him hold her.  He kissed the top of her head and gently whispered to her.  After a few minutes, her tears were nothing more than a few hiccups and he lifted her chin to make her look at him.  There were leaves in her hair and a layer of dirt over her entire body; he remembered seeing her fall into the pile of weeds. 

“You’re a mess.” He smiled, she laughed and nodded.  “Why don’t you go clean up?”

.     .     .

Cole paced back and forth.  He kept his composure for her, but as soon as Olivia was in the shower it fell away.  He kept seeing that soldier pull her against him. 
Mine!
  He wanted to go find the man and pound his face in with his fists. 
Mine!
  He stopped and sat down at his desk, driving is fingers through his hair.  He thought of what might have happened if the other soldiers hadn’t been so quick to respond. 
Mine!
  Then his thoughts turned uncontrollably to her life before he took her.  He couldn’t help but think of the men that might have had Olivia before him. 
Mine!
  Of them touching her, making her cry out in pleasure. 
Mine!
 

She came out of the bathroom and went to the bed, looking for a new set of clothes.  Her long, toned, legs were still glistening with moisture, her breasts were full and pressing out of her towel, wet strands of hair clung wildly to her back.  He shoved himself out of the chair and went to her, blinded by a single thought:
Mine, mine, mine. 
Cole pressed his body up against her back and she jumped in surprise.  He pulled her towel away and pushed her onto the bed.  

“No, no, no,” she begged, scurrying away from him, but her back hit the headboard and she knew she was trapped. 

Then, he was on top of her, running his hands over her still wet body.  She tried to push him off of her, but he grabbed her wrists, pulling them above her head and tapped them, securing her to the headboard.  She cried out, looking up and seeing her writs bound.  She panicked at the restraint and started bucking underneath him.  Cole grabbed her hips, held her down, and growled into her neck.  Olivia realized she was at his complete mercy and stopped her struggles.

“Please…” was all she could muster up to say. 

He kissed and nipped at her neck and chin.  His hand cupped her sex and he growled again. 

“How many men have you been with?”  His voice was rough and strained.

A look of horror crossed her face and she shook her head.  He thrust two fingers into her pussy and she jerked against the sudden intrusion. 

“I said, how many men have you fucked?”  He thrust violently in and out of her. 

“I don’t know,” she cried, trying to move away from his hand. 

Snarling, he grabbed a fist-full of her hair and yanked.  She yelped in pain. 

“You will give me an answer.”

He could feel her heart pounding against his chest and her pussy growing wet around his fingers.  “I… I… Six,” she finally said. 

She blushed furiously and turned her head away from him.  He could feel a flood of jealousy rush over him and he started to assault her body with kisses, working his way from her neck to her chest down to her stomach.  His tongue played over her body, his teeth grazed her skin.  He settled himself between her legs.  Olivia tried to press them shut, keeping him out, but he pushed her legs open wide, exposing her most private parts to him. 

“Six men have fucked you?”  He rumbled more than spoke. 

“Yes,” she whispered, pressing her face into her arm.

He had an unexpected desire to track them all down and kill them, to rip his clothes off and bury himself inside her, searing away the memory of any other man.  The thoughts scared and incredibly aroused him.  He stared at her snatch, her lips glistened, and he wanted nothing more than to brand her with his mouth.  Cole dipped his head and lightly licked between her lips.  She tried to pull away from him, now so completely aware of her nakedness while he was still fully dressed.  He held her down and licked her again. 

“How many men have tasted you,” he demanded. 

“Please, stop,” she begged into her arm. 

He dipped his head back down to her. “Please stop, my lord,” he corrected her, taking her clit into his mouth and running his teeth across it in warning. 

“Please stop, my lord!” Her body bucked against the feeling of his teeth on such a sensitive spot. 

“Answer my question, how many men have tasted you?” He licked her clit and she started to pant. 

He looked up at her.  She was watching him lick her, her body flush with a mix of arousal and humiliation.  

“Three.” She shook as he licked her again. 

“Three men have what?” he demanded. 

“Three men have tasted me, my lord.” 

He rewarded her for the proper response by burying his tongue in her.  He thrust in and out of her pussy.  Her body trembled and she started to rock against his lips ever so slightly.  He moved his hands to cup her ass and lift her, giving him better access. 

“How many men have fucked your ass?”  He pressed his hands harder against her ass and bit her thigh, rubbing his stubble against her sensitive skin. 

“Please, Lord Landon.  Please don’t make me.” The sound of his name on her panting lips drew him mad. 

He started eating her out like he was starved for her, his tongue lapping at her; he thrust a finger inside her and started pumping.  His other hand pressed against her ass, a finger threatening to press into her.  She tried to move away from his intrusion, but couldn’t. 

“No one… no one’s fucked me in the ass, my lord,” she cried, desperate for him to stop and he removed his finger. 

“How many men have made you cum?” His breath was hot and quick against her pussy. 

She buried her face in her arm again, so humiliated by the answer she couldn’t bring herself to say it. 

He bit down on her clit and she jerked her body up, screaming. “Only you!” 

The confession made him freeze.  He looked up at her from between her legs with a wicked smirk. 

“Really?” 

She pressed her face harder against her arm and nodded.  He gave her a long lick, dipping his tongue into her folds. 

“I watched you at night, touching yourself.” Her eyes flung open and she looked at him in horror. 

He gave her another long lick, relishing her eyes wide and on him as his tongue violated her. 

“We installed cameras in your apartment.  I loved watching you rub yourself.  I watched how you worked yourself up, how you liked to flick your clit.” He darted out his tongue, flicking her. 

She stared at him stunned, so mortified by his words and actions. 

“I studied how you manipulated yourself into an orgasm, it was so hot.”

His words seemed to snap her out of her stunned horror.  “You fucking bastard!” 

She fought against her bounds and against him.  Cole just chuckled and went back to licking her, thrusting two fingers in and out of her.  Her struggles only succeeded in rocking her hips against him, pressing his fingers deeper into her.  A familiar tightness started to build inside her. 

“No, no, no,” she pleaded to herself, but her hips were already rocking against him in desire rather than escape.

He took her clit between his lips and sucked, flicking his tongue over it again and again until he felt her release against his fingers. 

He continued to lick at her, taking every last shuddering spasm and moan of her orgasm.  As she stilled, he took a final lick before moving up her body and kissing her.  She tried to turn her head away, but he caught her lips with his and assaulted her mouth.  Then, he was off of her, tapping her wrists, and releasing her from her bonds.  He walked out of the room, slamming the front door behind him and leaving her alone in his quarters.