Bound by You (Secret Wishes)

Books by India Masters

Forbidden Passions

Nothing Left to Lose

Bound by You

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ISBN: 978-1-937349-63-9

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Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

About the Author

Chapter One

“My coffee!” Hot coffee splattered on my sneakered feet.

“Coffee’s the least of your problems, princess.” The man’s voice rasped close to my ear as a strong arm banded my waist, yanking me off my feet. I was pulled into a nondescript cargo van. The door slid shut, and the vehicle sped away.

Ohshit, ohshit!

What did they say on that freaking episode of
Oprah
? Never let them take you to a secondary scene. I began to struggle, flailing my arms and legs as I shrieked at the top of my lungs.

“Shut that bitch up,” a voice growled from the front of the van.

My abductor wrapped himself around me and clapped a hand over my mouth. “Shut up and you may get out of this with nothing more than a good fucking.” He spoke with a deep, raspy voice that sounded vaguely familiar.

I tried to speak, but the large hand compressing my lips muffled my words. The other hand, the one gripping my breast, I didn’t even want to think about.

“You’re a pretty little thing,” the monster kneading my boob whispered. “I like the way you swish your ass when you walk. It’s like you’re just asking to have it fucked, and I’m gonna have me some of that ass before we’re done.”

Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I was in real trouble here. I’d been abducted right off the street, in broad daylight, and not a single person had seen it happen. And there were two of them. God only knew what they were going to do to me. I threw my body back against the man holding me, knocking him off balance. His dark laugh sent cold chills down my spine.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that, princess.” He gave my nipple a vicious twist through my shirt. “I’m gonna enjoy punishing you. I bet that pretty pale skin will turn nice and red beneath my flogger.”

A flogger? Something dark and needy twisted inside me and made my pussy clench. God, how sick was that?

* * *

We drove for what seemed like hours. That big hand played with my breasts the whole time, pressing, squeezing, tormenting my nipples with twists and tugs. Just before the van turned off the busy street, my abductor dragged a cloth sack over my head, essentially blinding me. I could hear gravel crackling beneath the tires and the sound of the interstate in the distance. That had to mean we were a good distance away from town, but still close enough that traffic on the freeway was heavy. If I could get away from them, I could probably find my way easily enough if they didn’t go much farther. I was beginning to wish they’d stop and just get it over with.

Until they did.

“I know you’re probably trying to think of ways to escape, but you should know that any attempt will be met with unpleasant consequences. Now, put your hands out in front of you like a good girl.”

I didn’t want to do it, probably shouldn’t have, but those unpleasant consequences were playing heavily on my mind, so I did what I was told. He patted my cheek just a trifle too hard and looped soft cording around my wrists several times.

“Very good. You do what I tell you and you’ll get rewarded. Disobey and I’ll have to punish you. Is that clear?”

I nodded.

“What’s that? I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir?”

The dark laugh sounded close to my ear. “That’ll do for now.” The van eased to a stop. “Ah . . . honey, we’re home. Now comes the real fun.”

I stiffened as the driver exited the vehicle and came around to slide the door open.

“You need any help getting her inside?” the man asked.

“Nah, I’m cool. She’s going to be a good little slave girl, aren’t you, pet? You can take off.”

Relief washed through me. I didn’t like the sound of the driver. Thank God, there wasn’t going to be two of them. At least for now. My abductor climbed out first and reached for me. I uttered a startled squeak when he leaned down and hauled me across his shoulder, fondling my ass as he carried me to heaven only knew where.

Where turned out to be a basement, or at least that’s what I thought. Anyway, he was carrying me down a set of stairs. The smell of laundry detergent and fabric softener filled my nostrils. Definitely a basement, then; the descent was too long to be anything else. He set me on my feet, replaced the silken cord around my wrists with a set of leather cuffs, and attached them to a hook on a wooden support column. He plastered himself against me, took my undershirt in both hands and tore it apart. Pressing my belly against the post, he lifted the sack slightly from my face, then licked my cheek and laughed softly before stepping away.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he taunted. His footsteps disappeared up the stairs and the door slammed behind him. The lock turned with a resounding click.

I was tied up and locked in the basement of a madman.

* * *

I strained to hear something, anything, to indicate what he had in mind, but there was nothing except for the panicked tattoo of my heartbeat as it drummed in my chest. Would anyone hear me if I screamed?

Terror as vivid and pristine as my beloved Colorado mountain air battered every corner of my mind. I berated myself—I should have been more careful. Hadn’t Jess just stressed the fact that I needed to be more aware of my surroundings? That I shouldn’t bebop around with my iPod blaring in my ears, paying absolutely no attention to what was happening around me? It was totally my fault I was in this situation, though a fat lot of good it would do to admit that now. Woulda, coulda, shoulda.

The door above opened and a wave of nausea washed over me. He was coming back. What would he do? Would he hurt me? Possibly kill me? Harsh light filled the room, bright even through the filter of the cloth sack covering my head. There was only a single set of footsteps on the stairs. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Perhaps the other man wanted nothing to do with murder.

Strong hands cupped my hips and spun me around. His grip wasn’t biting, but it was powerful enough to prevent me from struggling.

“Miss me, princess?”

I didn’t know if I was supposed to answer so I kept my mouth shut.

“Mmm, you look sexy as hell with your shirt ripped to shreds and that pretty lace bra showing off your breasts. It’s a shame to mess it up but—”

I heard a click and felt the cold press of steel against my skin.

Oh God, a knife!

He inserted the blade under the band between the cups. With a flick of his wrist the bra gaped open. He moved it aside, exposing me.

“Very pretty, but I think those nipples need a little something.” He put his warm mouth over a nipple and sucked. “They pucker real nice, and I have just the thing to keep them that way.”

I heard the tinkle of bells, then stiffened when something that felt like a rubber-tipped tweezer was attached to one of my nipples. I whimpered when the pressure tightened to a sharp pinch. It was mildly uncomfortable, but more humiliating than painful. Which was probably the point. He fingered my nipple and the bell jingled.

“I like it. Sounds like Christmas.” He attached a second to my other nipple, then set them both to ringing. “Those will make a real pretty sound when I have you bent over with my dick up your ass. Speaking of which—”  

He reached up and took the cuffs off the hook on the post. I stifled a moan as the blood began to rush back into my arms and fingers. When he started to lead me across the room, I tried to pull away.

“Where are you taking me? What are you going to do?”

I yelped when he delivered a stinging smack to my jeans-covered ass, the torturous bells ringing.

“You don’t ask questions, got it? I’ll ask the questions, and when I do, I expect you to answer. Understood?”

“Y-yes.”

Smack.
“What was that?”

“Yes, sir, I’m sorry, sir.”

His grip on my upper arm tightened as he dragged me deeper into the room. I didn’t know what he had in mind, but I was pretty sure it would involve further restraint and, very likely, pain. How much could I endure before I was reduced to begging? I blinked several times to stave off the tears.

He moved me back until I bumped up against something large. I trembled when he reached for my belt buckle, undoing it slowly. I heard the whisper of leather on the soft denim material as he pulled it out of the loops. Then he lifted each foot and pulled off my canvas sneakers. The cement floor felt cool beneath my bare feet. A second later he was stripping my pants off.

“Step out of them.”

Carefully, I raised each leg so he could pull my jeans off. He tossed them aside and they landed with a thump. I heard the click of the knife again, and it cut through the remains of my undershirt, bra, then the thin strings on my panties. They fell off.

“Sit.”

I sat. The chair seat was a small square, and the vinyl was cold against my bare ass. He shoved me against the back support, setting the bells on the breast clamps chiming.

He removed the leather cuffs. “Put your arms on the armrests.”