Captive Curves (2 page)

He ran his fingers along my cheek. “You don’t believe I find you sexy?”
 

Refusing to answer, I kept my eyes closed and my body shut down to his light caress.
 

Nosing the hair along my ear, Dino responded with a low chuckle. “Baby, it’s going to be my pleasure convincing you otherwise.”
 

His hand dipped under my blouse, traveled up my skin to the bottom edge of my bra. “I bet it’s black, little dove. With matching panties,
si
?”
 

My spine stiffened and he laughed.
 

His hand traveled a little higher, his fingers brushing against the center of the front panel. A little groan and he was cupping my breast again, his lips hot against my throat. “Front clasp, naughty
blanca
.”
 

Across from us, Feo watched with a smirk. “Fuck,
ese
, I think she likes it.”
 

“No.” Dino tucked my hair over one shoulder, giving him better access to my neck. He kissed me slowly, a fresh tremor running through me at the contact. “She hates it. Hates me. Isn’t that true, little dove.”
 

“Yes,” I spat out.
 

Another goddamn chuckle and then he unhooked the bra.
 

“Please…” I closed my eyes, more horrified by the fact that Feo was watching than by the sensation of Dino’s hands on me.
 

Feo descended into laughter, mockingly calling out
por favor, por favor
!
 

Dino palmed my breast. His lips and tongue searing my flesh, he moved from my ear to the starting curve of my shoulder as his hand squeezed then massaged then pinched, his rhythm matching his breathing. “How can I train you if I can’t touch you, baby?”
 

“I don’t want trained,” I whispered. I was shaking, unsure how much of my reaction was revulsion and how much arousal. His breathing, the strokes, the little bit of pain followed by the soothing brush of his fingers -- all of it combined to make me wet.
 

“You do if you want to live,
blanca
.”
 

His matter-of-fact tone triggered a momentary breaking. I started to cry, little hiccoughs punctuating my tears. Releasing my breast, Dino turned me until I was cradled in his arms and
looking up at him. For the briefest of seconds, I saw something other than a cold blooded killer in his gaze.
 

He blinked and it was gone, but the effect lingered in my mind. When he bent his head to kiss me, I didn’t turn away. My lips parted, my breasts rose to meet his hand as he slipped it back under my blouse.
 

When his fingers found the nipple once more and rolled it, I moaned.
 

The van slowed to a stop, the driver immediately shutting the engine down. Hearing the metal screech of a garage door shutting, reality closed back in and tightened around my throat like an iron fist. I was isolated, in a private residence where I would be shuttled from the garage to the interior without a chance of being seen or knowing where I was. I tried to scramble away, my bound wrists stealing any leverage and making me clumsy.
 

Dino wound his fingers through my hair. Holding my head still, he gazed into my eyes. Again, I saw that nameless something -- neither light, nor shadow. “You remember what I said about running?”
 

I nodded. Not the least bit threatening, his voice sounded fiercely protective. A wave of calm washed over me, but I knew its undertow was deadly.
 

Stupid, stupid cow -- he’s got you already!
 

*****
 

Before I was pulled from the van, a black hood was thrown over my head. With Dino standing behind me, his large hands lightly gripping my plump biceps, I was led from the garage into a cool interior. A door opened and the cold air from a swamp cooler filtered through the hood.
 

I could hear Feo in front of me, sounding a few feet away but facing me. “Here little piggy. Little --”
 

“One step up,
blanca
.” His hands still gently guiding me, Dino’s voice sounded like salt on an open wound. Feo must have decided the tone was meant for him because his taunting ended abruptly.
 

Tentatively, I lifted my foot, the toe of my shoe searching for where the elevation ended. I took a step forward and then a second. The hard plastic soles of my shoes clicked dully along the floor for a few feet before their sound was muffled by carpet. Steered right, I could tell we were moving down a hallway as walls brushed against both sides of me.
 

Voices, all masculine, drifted from the doors we passed. Catcalls surrounded me but they quickly died out at the soft growl of the man guiding me until all I could hear was the mix of rap and salsa from the different radios playing. At the end of the hall, Dino reached around me and opened a door. Stepping through it, the music faded.
 

Dino shut the door before he removed my hood to reveal a small bedroom. A twin bed took up half the space. Blackout curtains covered the single window, the room lit by only a small bedside lamp. The door had two deadbolts on it, each one sounding as final as the grave as he gave a twist and locked them.
 

I stood between him and the bed. He started moving toward me with a cat’s prowling grace. Shaking my head, I moved to my left, away from the bed and toward the window. Dino intercepted me, maneuvering me until my back was against the wall.
 

Untying my hands, he leaned close and whispered in my ear. “The sooner they believe you’re trained, the sooner I can get you out of here.”
 

Shadows bruised his face. I couldn’t read his eyes or his expression in the low light.
 

“What are you saying?” My near hysterical pitch reached above a whisper.
 

Gaze narrowing, Dino placed a finger against my lips. When he answered, his words were loud enough to carry beyond the door. “I’m saying you’re my bitch and it’s time to train you.”
 

He stripped my raincoat and blouse away, my struggles useless against his strength. My black bra was still undone and I tried to cover my breasts with my freed hands.
 

“No!” His tone sharp, he grabbed my wrists and forced my hands down to my sides. Biting his bottom lip, he stared at my exposed flesh.
 

“Fuck, I want you completely naked.” Pressing his chest against mine, Dino pinned me to the wall. He kissed me, his tongue curling up under my top lip to suck it into his mouth. Capturing my hands again, he re-tied the sash around my wrists.
 

Christ, he was strong, lifting me like I was some runway model instead of a woman careening towards a BMI of thirty. The only way I could fight muscles like that was by remaining calm and using my brain.
 

He carried me to the bed and placed me center of the mattress. My shoes disappeared, followed by the dress slacks. I offered a façade of resistance, still trying to figure out his game and how I could use it to escape.
 

His gaze landed on the black, thigh high stockings. His mouth relaxed, the lips parting as his nostrils flared. Lust, fringed by thick lashes, simmered in his eyes. My nipples puckered and I felt the first twinge of need ripple through my cunt since he’d pulled me from the van.
 

Running a finger under the stocking’s band, he lifted one dark brow. “Now this I did not expect, little dove. Almost a shame to tie you up with them, they’re so sexy.”
 

Another twinge and I almost moaned. Angry at my body’s reaction, I kicked at him. He caught my leg, gathering both of them together and tucking them between his muscular arm and torso. Starting where my knees pressed together, he trailed a finger slowly towards the gusset of my black panties.
 

He pushed one edge of the fabric to the side. His eyes drifted shut, his nostrils flaring once more as he took in my scent. I didn’t need to see the juncture of my thighs to know I was wet or picture the droplets of moisture glistening like translucent pearls at the end of my pubic hair. He brushed a knuckle against the hair then brought the finger to his mouth to suck at it, releasing another burst of cream from my pussy.
 

Dropping my legs, he rose quickly and stripped his shirt away. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect body. The skin was a warm, light brown. The thick torso was muscled, his biceps so big I wouldn’t be able to get my hands around them. Massive chest plates, each bigger than my head, were topped with tight dark nipples.
 

I forced myself to look away until I heard his shoe drop on the floor. Glancing out the side of my eyes, I saw him balance on one leg and then the other. Wearing just his jeans, he crawled onto the mattress. Straddling my hips, he grabbed hold of the sash, forcing my arms up over my head so he could secure the tie to the slatted headboard.
 

Gently, he tucked my breasts back into the bra’s cups and refastened the hooks. His hands trailed down the sides of my stomach and along my hips to stop at the top band of the nylons. Already forgetting his intent to tie me up with them, I watched him carefully roll the left nylon down my thigh and over my knee, the back of his hand softly brushing the inside of my right leg.
 

With the nylon removed, he slid off the bed and looped the fabric over the top of my ankle, the ends crossing behind my Achilles tendon before he tied it to one of the footboard’s slats. A moment’s panic surged through me as he reached for my right leg and I kicked at him. Again, he caught me around my calf before I could land the kick.
 

Still holding my leg, he climbed back onto the bed. This time his mouth trailed after his hands as he eased the right stocking down my leg. The soft hair crowning his head brushed against my inner thighs, tickling the muscles until my stomach and ass tensed. As I tightened, he looked up the length of my body, his hot gaze scorching my senses.
 

His eyes still locked on mine, he stretched forward until his mouth was a hair’s width from my covered pussy. He pressed a kiss against the cloth, his lips landing near the top of my labial split. Taking the fabric between his teeth, he lifted his head, pulling the material tight between the globes of my ass and along the line of my cunt.
 

With the fabric dividing my lower lips, he nosed along the gusset to nip and lick at the exposed flesh before he continued removing the stocking. Tying my right foot to the frame so that my legs were spread wide, he prowled back up the bed on his hands and knees. He rolled, landing on his side next to me, and trailed his fingers from my knee up to my pussy. His touched lingered there, lightly probing before resuming the journey over my panties and stomach in a line wet with my juices. Reaching my mouth, he smeared the last of my cream against my lips.
 

“Something you need to understand from this point on, baby.” He grabbed an edge of the crimson sash and brushed it against my cheek. “This,
little dove
, is red.”
 

His hand moved back down to my black panties, hooking the waistband and pulling them tighter against my slit. “But these,
blanca
, are white.”
 

I scowled at him, not understanding his game.
 

A knock at the bedroom door drew him away. He opened it to reveal a rail thin male barely out of high school by my guess. More boy than man, he whispered something in Dino’s ear, his eyes on my spread legs the entire time. The boy started to lick his lips, the nervous top then bottom pattern repeating itself until Dino finally nodded.
 

When Dino came back to the bed, the boy moved a little more into the room and propped himself against the closed door.
 

Dino resumed his position next to me. “Manny wants to watch.”
 

“No.” Whispering, I shook my head, my eyes pleading with him not to do anything or let the boy watch. It was bad enough my body was betraying me with every look or stroke Dino offered me, I didn’t need to know just how complete my capitulation to his touch would be or to have it witnessed.
 

Dino flicked a finger sharply against my mound. “Manny is Feo’s cousin and Feo’s my friend,
blanca
.”
 

Tugging at the fabric of my underwear, he arched a brow at me and I realized at last that he expected me to disbelieve anything he punctuated with
blanca
. A code, then, but for what purpose?
 

It could only be to con me into trusting him. He was a drug dealer. If he hadn’t killed the body on the floor at the apartment, he lived with the man who had. And it looked like he was the boss. He certainly looked more powerful than Feo or Manny or a dozen of their clones.
 

I glared at him. Smiling coldly, Dino pointed at Manny and then at the wall near the foot of the bed. “You can watch me train her from there,
pendejo
.”
 

His warm hand resting lightly on my stomach, Dino licked the edge of my ear, his voice a low murmur. “This is what it takes, little dove. My touching you, fucking you. I’m sorry, but I’m not going to lie and say I won’t enjoy making you come.”
 

His hand moved up to the front clasp of my bra. An efficient pinch of his thumb and finger opened it. He brushed the cups away and stared down at my breasts.
 

“
Buenisima
.” He sucked the nipple closest to him into his mouth, his fingers teasing my other breast. Both nipples darkened from their usual strawberry pink as he nibbled and pinched. His mouth and hand were warm, the first wet, the other dry.