Carnal Captive (26 page)

“Back off,” Reno said tersely. “Let me finish.”

Damek
shot him a
n unfathomable
look
but did as he’d been ordered.
“So finish,”
he grumbled
.

Keeping one eye on
his partner
and the other on the suffering creature
, Reno
drew
the whip out of her mouth and
switched his focus to he
r
breasts.
H
e took care not to put much strength behind each blow
, just enough to keep her attention fully on him and the
educational
tool
.

When he’d started in the business, he hadn’t understood what his mentor meant by finesse, but he
’d learned
. Some parts of
a female’s
body could take
greater
punishment than
the rest
, but more to the point,
working through the
gear
s
kept her guessing.

Each time he struck her distorted yet lovely breasts, the whip left behind three white marks. Her eyes
were
wide
, but
, she’d clamped her mouth shut as if holding back a shriek. He’d become aroused the moment he
’d
decided what tonight was going to be about. Years ago he would have been so impatient he’d have already thrust into one of her three holes. Now the pressure of unmet need was simply another part of his job.
After all, his time would come
.

Striking her
repeatedly
, he pondered why having access to a naked
, vulnerable
female body no longer tied him in sexual knots. He wasn’t burning out, was he? He’d taken a week
for himself
before reporting for work at Carnal. During that time, he’d gone fishing and
attended
a couple of
base
ball games
with a cousin
. He’d dr
u
nk more than he usually
did
while watching a friend
compete in a
stock car rac
e
. The
days
at
his aunt and uncle’s well-loved
suburban
home had gotten him thinking about putting
some money away
for a down payment
.
He wasn’t sure where he’d live. A lot depended on whether he wanted to work for Carnal long term or go back to freelancing.

Reminding himself that the video cameras
were probably
running, he shook off the memory of the afternoon he’d spent fly fishing.

“Repeat after me.” He lashed the clamp on her right breast to make sure he had her attention. “I’m a piece of meat, a slave, a possession.”

Don’t make me
say it
, please
,
her eyes begged
.

For no more than a half second, he was tempted to apologize. Then he
killed the
impulse. He whipped the other clamp
, making her jump as best she could
. “I’m a piece of meat
,” he repeated. “
Less than human.”

Shaking from head to foot, she sucked in a breath. “I’m a slave
.
”

“What?” Damek demanded. “I can’t the fuck hear you.”

“I’m a slave.”

“You the fuck have to do better than that.”

“Meat,” she whimpered. “I’m meat.”

Striding forward, Damek
again snagged a nipple weight
. “
Say it like you mean it!
Otherwise
,
I’ll beat the words out of you.”

She screamed.

“Hey
,
” Reno
ground out
. “What’s your problem?”

“I don’t have
one
.”

“The hell you don’t. Let me do my job.”

Grumbling
, Damek shook his head and
back
ed away.

“What
’s going on
?” Reno demanded. “I need to trust you.”

“
You can.
I
let
a
personal issue get in the way. It won’t happen again.”

Crap. The last thing he needed was his partner going all hormonal on him. “Sorry for the interruption.” He aimed his comment at the slave. She was breathing through flared nostrils, obviously trying to get past what Damek had just done
—and more
. “Now, where were we?”

“I
—d
on’t know.”

Ignoring her ragged tone, he
unwound
her.
If she was aware of the small act of kindness, she gave no indication.
“What did you call me?”

“Master. I—I’m sorry. Your name is Master.”

“And what are you?”

There it was, that flare of
life
. He’d
probably
never
tell her
how m
uch he loved
see
ing
the conflict
.

“I’m a slave,
Master.”

“What else are you?”

“Meat. Worthless.”

Despite the words, her eyes said she didn’t believe that.
Determined to catch her off
guard
, he lightly rubbed his knuckles over her jawbone. Her body
had to be
throbb
ing
with pain
, but she was learning to ignore
it
so she could anticipate—not that she could do a
thing to stop
anything
men
did
to her.

“Tonight you have a choice,” he said kindly. “You can either continue to be beaten or suck us off.”

Just like that, r
evulsion dominat
ed
her expression.

“No, no
. Don’t even think it
.” He again caressed her jawbone. “What happened the other day when you tried to prevent us from sticking our cocks in your mouth?”

“I—you put a ring gag in
it
, Master.”

“And what happened then?”

She was getting confused which was exactly what he’d intended. Being beaten she understood.
It
was the price
she paid for
having fallen under their control
. In contrast,
t
enderness and a semi-normal conversation belonged to the world she’d
been ripped from
.

“You, ah, performed oral sex on me, Master.”

“How did it feel?”

“I couldn’t breathe
, Master
.
”

Pondering whether he would have punished her if she’d forgotten to call him
M
aster even one time, he nodded agreement.

“That’s because we jammed our cocks as far
down your throat
as
they’d go
. And
they stayed
there until you started to pass out.” He brushed hair out of her eyes. “
Don’t forget,
we can do that again
anytime we want.
And y
ou’ll pay if you make it necessary.” To
bring home
his point, he
slid the whip between her legs. As he’d expected, her sex juices had soaked the rope against her cunt. Poor body, it no longer
understood
the distinction betwee
n agony and delight
.

“You hate sucking cock, don’t you?” He made the question sound as if he was inquiring about her favorite color.

“I never—“

“You
’ve
never
given head
?” Damek interrupted.

She shook her head.

“No wonder you suck at it.”
Damek
laughed at his joke
. “Damn time you got good.”

“That’s right.”
Withdrawing
he whip
from between her legs, he
wrapped it around her neck. The message was simple. He could put it back to use
whenever he chose
. “Your technique needs work. If you’re a good little slave and pay attention, you’ll be rewarded.” He tugged on the crotch rope to make his point. “Otherwise there isn’t going to be any pleasure in this lesson.”

She didn’t say anything, but he would have been surprised if she had. The simple adage of speaking when you’re spoken to had been drummed into her.

“You don’t want any more of this, right?” He fingered the whip.

“No, Master.”

“
And you understand what you have to do to prevent that from happening, right?”

“
S
uck your cock, Master.”

“Me too, slut,” Damek pointed out unnecessarily.

She nodded
without moving her breasts
. “Yes, Master.”

Studying her expression, Reno
frowned
. She was still in pain. Maybe more to the point, she had no doubt of their position of power.
Just the same, she hadn’t completely given up believing in herself. Interesting.

He didn’t bother telling her what he had in mind as he freed her elbows. Groaning, she straightened but made no attempt to put distance between them.
Too bad. He would have loved an excuse to grab the chain between her reddened breasts.
Watching her out of the corner of his eye, he unfastened her wrists restraints, leaving the short chain to dangle
from the right one
as
a
reminder of how easy it would be to handcuff her again. She rolled her shoulders but wisely kept her arms by her sides.

The cotton between her legs
remained glued
to her drenched labia
.
Taking hold of it, he
secured it
to the strands around her
waist. T
he taut
rope was
back in place.

Keeping the gesture casual, he took back control of the whip and trailed the ends
on
her breasts.

She looked at him
and
then down at her clamped nipples. “Master?”

“Not going to happen, slave.
You need to
prove you’ve earned their removal.
What do you think, Damek? Should we draw straws to de
termine
who she does first
?
”

Damek
grunt
ed. “Here’s a first. What if we let her have a say in the matter?”
H
e yanked off his shorts
, revealing that he
wasn’t wearing briefs.

“
Okay bitch. Your choice.”

Chapter
Eighteen

A lifetime ago having two men giv
e
her their full attention might have been Shari’s dream come true
. T
onight she wasn’t sure she’d survive.

Her breasts were on fire
, but even with her hands free, she hadn’t dared touch her breasts
. To her relief, Reno had taken off the weights but the clamps still
pinched.
The chain dangling between them
serve
d
as
a
stark
reminder of her captivity.
When
Reno
had
f
reed her from the elbows
’
tie,
she’d concentrated on making
her shoulders and arms feel as if they belonged to her again.
The moment
her muscles stopped screaming, she
’d
became acutely aware
of the whip-pain radiating through her
. Reno hadn’t broken her flesh, but he’d marked it everywhere. Temporarily tattooed it with red slashes.

As for her pussy—no! She wouldn’t think about the unrelenting pressure against her labia and clit, the taut strands between her
ass cheeks
. She’d fight past the demeaning, demoralizing, and erotic sensations. Somehow.