Carnal Captive (27 page)

“Head down, slut,” Damek ordered. “Don’t you know your place?”

She was
already
on her hands and knees slowly crawling toward
a seated
Damek
,
b
ut
she
lowered her upper body
even more
. Undoubtedly they saw her as a
dog.

A dog.

If—when—she had her life back, she’d go to the humane society and cho
o
se the
mutt
that most needed a home.

When
, she reinforced
as
she reached Damek. She had to hold out hope. Otherwise, this nightmare would kill her.

“Why me?” Damek demanded, grabbing her hair and pressing her cheek against his bony knee. “You loathe me so why did you choose me first?”

“I don’t loathe you, Master,” she lied.

“The hell you don’t.”

His fingers still fisted in her hair served as the only warning she needed. One wrong word and she’d pay
for it
. “I don’t understand you, Master. Your moods—they frighten me.”

“So you decided to get me and my cock over with.”

He hadn’t asked a question which meant she didn’t owe him an answer, did she? Nerv
es jumping, she looked up
.

“It’s easy to get on my good side. In fact,
having you
where you belong
has already done that. Your body
looks
amazing marked the way it is. I love striped flesh on a slave nearly as much as I love these.” Taking hold of the
chain
, he lifted her breasts. She just managed to swallow a gasp.
S
o
wasn’t sure
she could endure more
agony
in her nipples,
yet she didn’t have a choice.

“You were a cock tease, weren’t you?” He drew her breasts toward him. “From the moment these knockers started growing, you had the boys eating out of your hand. They probably followed you around like lap dogs—like you’re now following
us
around.”

Despite the
growing agony,
she relaxed a little because Damek sounded calmer than he had earlier. She understood his teacher tone
. H
is capacity for rage terrified her.

“
Talk about life’s curves.
One minute you’re cruising along
in
your boring
and
predictable routine. The next everything goes to hell.
Y
ou get into a damn fender bender
and
realize you’ve let your auto insurance lapse.”

Was that what
had led to
his short
er-than-usual
fuse
today
?
The insurance issue
was his fault
,
yet she was paying the consequences.

“Well, enough chit chat
, bitch
.”
L
ean
ing
back
, he
spread his legs,
dropping the chain
as he did. “You know what you need to do, slave.”

Slave or bitch. Which was she?

Both.

The instant she touched her dry, closed lips to Damek’s cock, she knew there was only one way she could
get through
this.

A black mutt. S
he’d read that black dogs were the least likely to get adopted
so that’s what she’d get
. She didn’t want a big one, too much to feed and handle. Medium size with a shaggy coat and floppy ears.

“Don’t start!” Damek punched
her ch
est
. Her breasts screamed.

Lesson learned, she moistened her lips and forced herself to kiss his tip.
D
amek was fanatical about personal
hygiene
. He tasted of soap and pre-cum. As long as she didn’t think about the
sadist
connected to this cock, she could do it.

This was her lover, the man who understood
that painting fulfilled
her. He gave her space when she needed it and was there when she wanted companionship. He’d been gone
on business
for several
days
and had returned as she was getting out of the shower.
Laughing,
she thr
e
w herself at him and wrapped her
wet
body around him. They kissed long and hard, bodies heating, need growing.

“I have a surprise for you,”
she said
as
he carr
ied
her into the bedroom.
“Something I know you’re going to like.”

Afraid Damek would realize she’d again taken refuge in fantasy, she opened her mouth and slowly, hopefully sensually drew him into her.
His arms rested on the chair, giving her hope that
t
he
y
’d stay like that. Careful to keep her revulsion to herself, she
hid behind
a submissive expression.
For now a
t least, he was willing to let her do the work.
Knowing
better than to touch him without having been given permission
, she
planted her hands on the
floor
.
Familiar metal ringed her wrists and
a
chain dangled from the right one. Could
she use
it
as
a weapon? Did she dare?

No. Not tonight.

Swamped by the awful admission, she dove back into the one thing she had control over.
This cock belonged to her lover, the man who wanted to make love to her
on freshly-laundered sheets
.
Naked at her hands,
he stood before her on widespread legs with his erection
a gift
reaching for her.

Claim him. Show him how much you worship him.

T
he beloved
cock touched the back of her throat,
and
she
held it there for a long time
.
Then, c
areful to keep her movements slow, she leaned back and let him slide out. After filling her mouth with saliva, she
took him again
. The man—
whoever he was
—shuddered, and his hands tightened on the armrest
s
. Otherwise, he didn’t move.

Was that because he trusted her?

Of course, she answered as
she moved her head up and down
. Her lover, that mysterious
trusting
man, had placed his life in her hands. She reward
ed
him by lightly gliding her teeth and tongue over his length.

“Shit. Shit.”

No, not Damek! Please, not
him
.

“Good or bad?” Reno asked.

“Keep it going, slut.”

Despite the demeaning term, s
he concentrated on his tone.
S
he
could be wrong but was that
a note of wonder in his voice
?

Letting her eyes drift closed, she mentally left this hellish place and entered a rose-scented room where
her
kind and considerate
lover
waited. He’d returned from his travels with a
dusty red
rose bush
he intended to plant
in the front yard
. At the moment it rested on the coffee table near where she knelt
, the intoxicating scent drifting over them
.

She loved
him
without reservation.

Over and over again she glided her saliva-moistened lips over his strong length.
S
uc
king,
she moved her head about
, bringing his cock
as she did
.

Her lover moaned and groaned. His nails
dug into
the chair, and hi
s legs
trembled
.
Delighted with his response
, she let him slide out
and
rub
bed
her cheek against his
wet
erection.

Impatient h
eat lapped at her pussy, prompting her to press her legs together
.
Excitement flowed through her, but i
t wasn’t enough.
Taking the next step
, she bracketed his
protruding
cock between her fingers.
Using her thumbs, she stroked
his sac
,
worshipped his
satin flesh.

She wanted her lover’s cock in her. Needed to be impaled.

Again shaking off the frightening reality of what was really happening, she once more brought the cock into her mouth.
S
topp
ing
when her nose touched male flesh
,
she
took a
shaky
breath. Another heated wave push
ed
her on.
Her abused
body
no longer mattered.
W
hat had been pain a few minutes
was
morph
ing
into pleasure. The tall, strong, dark, nameless stranger who was her lover was nibbling on her nipples. De
sperate to
give as much as she was receiving, she frantically sucked at what filled her mouth.

“Yeah, shit, yeah.”

Rocking forward,
Damek
grabbed her hair. Dread lapped at her, but she
knew not to
try to break free. Keeping her head in place
with his greater strength
, he pummeled her. His breath rasped as did hers—when she could breathe.
S
he gripped his knees
to keep her balance
while
a small part of her
demanded to know what was
happen
ing.

She had only one answer.

This man and she were no longer two separate human beings. Her mouth had married his cock. Furious male strength attacked her. Heat bred heat, igniting her flesh, bones, and muscles. Her heart raced, sending
searing sensations
to her trapped pussy.
Beyond caring whether she’d be punished, she fought to rub the rope over her clit. The fire grew.

Suddenly
, shocking herself, she
scream
ed
.
H
er body
exploded,
br
eaking
into marvelous
splinters
, sparks flying, gaging on the invasion but too
destroyed
to try to
try to do anything about it
.

Damek
shoved her away
, and
she fell onto her back.
The crotch rope dug into her sex.
Barely
comprehending, she looked up. Male legs straddled her body. Sticky white shot from
a
cock
to
coat her breasts and belly.

“Say it!” he bellowed.

“Thank you, Master. Oh thank you.”

Chapter Nineteen

“Come here.”

Shari had sat up and tucked her legs under her
as soon as
she felt strong enough. Her head throbbed
,
making it difficult to comprehend
wha
t had happened.
Her body’s violent explosion
had been
, in part,
its
effort to turn pain into something else, but
there’d been more than momentary
escape
.
A breaking down of
what
she’d always believed herself to be?

As she hauled herself on her hands and knees over to Reno,
memories of her
prolonged release
returned
. For a
few delicious and precious seconds
, she’d left this
horrid
existence and slipped into
one filled with light and love. Tenderness.