Carnal Captive (2 page)

“Good decision.”
Thomas
lifted
an ornate wooden box
from
a nearby
coffee table
and handed it to Bay. “I believe you’ll find everything you need in there.”

Much as he regretted letting the slave go, his curiosity and the growing tension in his cock forced his hand. Any other woman—a free
one
anyway—would have turned tail and run. Instead the little slave remained
where she belonged
.
He liked the way she’d lifted her head and was watching him
. Maybe
her nervousness was warring with whatever
sexual awareness
training she’d had.

Slave training
. Something else he intended to learn a hell of a lot more about.

The box contained a sadist’s dreams, everything from rope and chain to dildos and ass plugs. He
wouldn’t
use
the whips or switches until he’d learned the technique but picked up
several
to see how the slave would respond. Her fingers became fists, and she gnawed on her lower lip. The other
females
had stepped back as if leaving her to her fate.

“I prefer a switch,” Thomas said, “because it’s easier to
direct
.
I won’t condone her being scarred. When and if that happens, I’ll be
the one
doing it.”

“Understandable.
I know there are
limits
—“

“Not limits so much as rules
,
w
hich apply to you more than most
.
”

“Because?” he asked even though he knew the answer.

“Because you made your living breaking other men’s bones.”

It hadn’t been that simple, but he wasn’t in the mood for explaining.

“
Bay,
” Thomas went on, “
you’re
about to
sign a contract with Carnal. You wouldn’t have
that opportunity
if we didn’t believe you were a worthy addition to our association.”

Weary of thinking and eager to move onto action,
he
dropped the
punishment devices
and picked up a short, heavy length of chain with
fastenings
on either end. A
delicious wave of
heat ran through his veins.

Once, three years into his professional career, he’d suffered a concussion that had kept him off the field for a month.
During the enforced inactivity, h
e’d
turned into
a trapped and furious animal desperate for physical contact, to punish. Now he had the liberty, oppor
tunity, and invitation to do just that
.

Grabbing the slave’s shoulders, he spun her away from him. The chain between her ankles
made
her
stumble
, and he took advantage by snagging her elbows and forcing them together behind her back. By the time she had her feet under her, he’d snapped her wrists together with the heavy
chain
s. The longer he studied the strain in her shoulders, the calmer he became. Funny how the sight of a woman imprisoned freed him.

Milking the moments, he ran his nails down her arms, leaving thin white lines
o
n the tanned flesh.
Gasping, she
rose onto her toes. “I like the all-over tan,” he said.

“So do I,” Thomas agreed. “That’s why I keep the fillies outside as much as I do.”

Fillies. Interesting.

“And you exercise them.” He grabbed her right buttock. As he suspected, firm muscle lay beneath the smooth, dark flesh.

“Not me, unfortunately. My business commitments don’t leave me with enough time. I have experts who handle that chore for me.”

“Exp
er
ts?”
Bay
maintained
his hold on the slave’s ass cheek while
laying down a white nail line on her other cheek. Her breathing quickened
, and she pressed her legs together
.
Damn, w
as she getting excited?
 

“Once we understand your requirements
and
a subject i
s
in our possession
, the pros will start working on her. You’re more than welcome to watch.”

I’ll more than watch.
“Ti
me-tested techniques?”

“I wouldn’t say that because we’re always modifying our system. Carnal has customers around the world.
Their sensibilities differ from what we have in the U.S.
Some are in a hurry to take delivery
which calls for a crash course
.”

Hurry.
That would be me.
“Carnal
’
s a global enterprise?”

The
men nodded emphatically. “And the taxes are low, non-existent to be exact.”

Everyone laughed, except for the slaves
of course
.
H
e wanted to learn more about Carnal’s reaches,
but that
could wait. Remembering how the slave had looked with her elbows nearly touching, he debated forcing them back again, but they’d fall away the moment he released them—unless he devised a means to keep them in place.

Letting go of her buttocks, he retrieved a length of rope from the box and ran it around one of her elbows and then the other.
S
tarting
a
knot, he
pulled. Inch by inch her elbows came closer.
She went
back
up
on her toes. Stopping, he
determined
how much more give she had in her shoulders.

“Don’t worry,” Thomas encouraged. “You’re not going to hurt her. Yet. One of her most
valuable
attributes is her flexibility.”

Bay pulled on the rope again. Bony elbows kissed. Letting up a fraction, he finished the tie and stepped back so he could see what he’d done.

Marvelous! Helpless!

He’d worn expensive black slacks and a collared shirt—both specially made to accommodate his six foot
six
inch, two hundred and
ninety
pounds. The outfit had fit when he’d put it on. Now everything felt tight. 

“Where d
id
she come from?”

Thomas shrugged. “
Who knows?
She
was
fully trained
when I got her
.
After seeing her video,
I put in my order. A week later she was delivered.
That’s one of the benefits of being a Carnal board member, fast service.
”

Two of Thomas’
other guests were no longer watching. One had already looped a finger through a
nother
slave’s collar and was pulling her toward
a
massive window. Beyond
,
the night-darkened ocean whispered and waited. The other disinterested guest was pawing through the box of
t
oy
s
while staring at the blonde.

Only Thomas and Cliff remained
to see what he’d do
.

H
e
jerked the little slave back around
. A
s he’d seen
done a number of
times
on the tapes
, he slapped her cheek. “Look at me, bitch. Acknowledge me. Who am I?”

“Master,” she whispered. “You are Master.”

“That’s right.” Damn but his cock was about to poke a hole through his slacks. “I should have left your arms free so you could get to this.” He cupped his erection. “But I like you the way you are. There’s not a damn thing you can do to stop me from spearing you, is there?”

A tear leaked from her left eye, but she returned his gaze. “No, Master.”

“Answer me something.
If you were free, would you take off like a scared rabbit?”

Her mouth opened and closed, opened and closed. He slapped her. “Answer, damn it
!
”

The strain in her
imprisoned
arms was being played ou
t in her expression
.
“I would be punished,” she whispered. “Caught and punished.”

“So you’ll never try to get away?”

I want to,
her eyes said.

“Interesting,” he muttered to Thomas. “She’s a slave because you controlled her environment.
However, so far no one has
captured her mind.”

Catching
a nipple ring between thumb and forefinger
, Thomas
drew the slave toward him. “Nor do I want to. Some masters want their slaves broken. They’re welcome to the
m
. I prefer mine with spirit and soul.”

“So do I
.
”
Bay
waited until Thomas
released
the ring, then turned the slave back toward him. The tapes hadn’t gotten into the slaves’ minds, had given no hint of what, if anything, they
thought
.

“Something I’ve wondered about,” he said to her. “From
what
I’ve
observed,
I
’ve concluded that Carnal possessions
are as much slaves to their own
sexual
needs
as they are to their masters. Is that true?”

Looking suspicious, she stared.

“Make her answer,” Cliff commanded.

Bay positioned himself between the slave and the slightly rumpled looking Cliff.
No surprise, Cliff backtracked.
“Maybe I don’t want to. Maybe I have another way of getting
the
answer.”

Suspicion turned to dread in her brown eyes, but he thought there was more to her expression than that, anticipation
maybe
.

Taking hold of the nipple ring as Thomas had done, he pulled up.
The full, ripe breas
t followed, elongating
as he
kept
the pressure
going
. He let up a little
only to
inc
rease his hold. H
e
repeatedly
demonstrated his command over an intimate part of her body, slacking off
every time
pain
altered her expression
. He
didn’t
care what, if anything, the others were doing. There was only this connection between himself and the lovely, helpless creature. 

Finally, compelled by
his
growing sexual heat, he let go of the ring. He immediately cupped her breast, closing his fingers around the swollen flesh and making it his. Only her hard, dark nipple
with
the
ring through it
remained exposed. Lea
ning down and bending his knees,
he
managed to
close his lips around her nipple.
S
ucked.

A
whimper slid out of her. Fascinated by the reluctant sound, he
drew
her deeper into his mouth.
Lifting
herself
once more
onto her toes
, she
arched her back. He ran his tongue over her nipple, then pushed against it while
still
sucking her into him. When his jaw muscles started to protest, he
let her slide out
. Instantly hungry for the taste and feel of her, he started to open his mouth again.

S
omething else occ
urred to him, and he
caught her breast in both hands, squeezing until trapped blood
made her nipple swell
. Holding
on
with more strength than necessary, he suckled
while s
he twist
ed in his grip
.

“Nurse that bitch
!
”
Cliff exclaimed. “Don’t let go.”

He could have told Cliff the slave wasn’t trying to get away. Instead, he nibbled and lapped. Her whimper grew in intensity.
Sh
e wasn’t fighting him but herself. Her growing need.

Pummeled by his own need, he straightened.
H
is back threatened to cramp
,
and
h
er breast slipped out of his mouth, but she wasn’t goin
g anywhere
.