Carnal Captive (31 page)

I don’t know
what I want
.
Hoping to
make
the men
forget he hadn’t answered the question
, he
removed
the clamps. She hunched even more as blood started flowing
again
. H
e sensed her battle to remain silent. That’s all she had left, wasn’t
it, pride
.

Damn it, pride hadn’t gotten him very far when his last contract hadn’t been renewed.

“What I need is to get back home.” He started to mention
wanting
to get
his
marketing plan underway
, but i
f Carnal knew
so much
about the world his slave came from, undoubtedly they
’d
checked him out
. “How long before we can take off?”

“You don’t want to sample the goods first?”

He shook his hea
d. “I
prefer
a certain measure of privacy.”

“Unless it’s a gang bang.”

What was it with Damek? Every once in a while, the educated persona slipped
revealing someone who what—
was the perfect Carnal trainer?

“Point taken.” He faced Mr.
Jones
. “Where are her belongings?”

“They’re being loaded as we speak, as are items we believe you should have for maximum enjoyment.
A kind of going away present.
”

The slave’s head c
a
me up and her eyes widened at the word
belongings
.
Seeing her standing there naked surrounded by those who’d turned her life around, he was struck by how small she was.

“Why don’t you have another drink,” Mr.
Jones
offered. “There’s a final document for you to sign plus—“

“Plus I need to make the last payment.”

“Exactly.”

Shari
steeled herself not to react as
Reno carried her toward
a
small
plane
after
a bone-jarring ride in the back of a
windowless
van
.
Earlier
, h
er handlers had
marched
her out of the room where her new master had
been
and returned her to
the dungeon
. They’d fitted her with ankle restrai
nts
, chained her wrists behind her, and forced her
in
to the hated bridle gag. That done, Reno had hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her
outside
. Hard as she
’d
tried not to tremble, she couldn’t stop. She was leaving a known hell and heading into—what?

Her owne
r was massive!
She wanted to take comfort from the fac
t that he’d removed the
nipple clips and had decided against having her pierced, but
she knew better
.
Probably
he was waiting until they were alone before demonstrating
his capacity for cruelty
.

Where were they going? What
lay
ahead
?

And what had
t
he
y
meant by her belongings? Were her clothes
going with her
? She tried to remember what had been in her wardrobe but nothing came to mind. To keep herself from going insane, she mentally walked through
her
the rooms of her
rental
.
It would be easier if she didn’t
enter
her studio
,
but
she
couldn’t
stop herself.
That room contained
what meant
the
most to her—what she missed more than anything else.

What she couldn’t live without.

“Well
.
” Reno roughly massaged her
buttocks.
  “
I
t’s been fun for me. I
suspect
you’
ll
disagree which in part is why we don’t want you
saying anything right now. L
ooks like things are ready. In you go.”

One second she was draped over Reno’s broad shoulder.
The next he leaned forward, lifting and tossing her as he did. Unable to break her fall, she landed on her belly. Fortunately, she
was
on some kind of padding. Lifting her head, she saw what she
gathered
was the back of the plane. Was that what she was, cargo?
C
limb
ing
in next to her
, Reno
rolled her onto her side.

“
Take a quick look around because t
hat’s all you’re going to get
.
”
H
e pulled a sleeping mask out of his pocket. “Don’t want you seeing where you’ve been or where you’re going.”

Fighting him was useless, but instinct took over, compelling her to try to put distance between herself and one of the men who’d robbed her of selfhood.

“You have spark.” H
auling her
face down
onto his thighs, he easily wrestled the blindfold into place. Night surrounded her.

“I’m going to miss you
.
” His voice sounded disembodied. “There’s a lot more to you than we’ve been able to uncover. Given enough time we’d find a way to draw that out of you.”

When he didn’t continue, she prayed he’d leave
. However,
he
started
stroking her shoulders and upper arms. She shouldn’t relax
, b
ut helpless fear had turned her into a child needing comfort. Sighing into the bit, she lowered her head
onto his lap
.

“Every capture and training is a new adventure for me,” he
explained
. “It’s the most intense
work
I’ve ever done. Starting tomorrow, I’m taking a week
to explore New Orleans. I’m not
sure what I’ll do beyond historic tours and eating myself stupid.
I’ll keep my eye out for
potential targets
of course
, but I’m not going to get carried away
.
That’s what
the trip
’s about, regrouping and rejuvenating.
By then I’ll be eager to get back to work.”

And my hell will continue.

“Like I said,
I’m going to miss you.”
When h
e ran his hand between her legs
, a
s she knew he would, he
settled on
her trigger, that part of her body she had
the least amount of
control over. His experienced fingers played with her clit until she gave up fighting her response. If the only thing she had left to live for was
brief sexual release
, she’d take what little she could.

“I
’m sure
you noticed my partner’s short fuse. There’s a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde quality to him. He’s damn good at what he does, but I don’t trust him. Just the same, I
’ll
continue working with him because I can learn from him. Also
someone needs to keep an eye on him. It might as well be me.”

There was a lazy quality to
his focus on her clit
, a tide rising and falling, brief bursts of energy followed by languid touch
es
. Moments ago she’d been aware of her tightly constricted body, but now only one part mattered.
Thankful for the
wooden
bit
that prevented her from blurting out her gratitude, she seeped deeper into the hot sensual
cocoon
Reno
was spinning
around her. She was going to climax,
and
the journey, oh
G
od, the journey!

“Sorry.” He chuckled. “I lost my train of thought. In case you’re curious about why I’m doing this—“
He slipped h
is finger into her drenched opening. “
it’s
because this is going to be a long trip for you. I want you to start out relaxed.”

Why didn’t you do this to me before
, she wondered as a second finger joined the one already
inhabiting
her sex hole.
I would have responded to kindness
, t
o stimulation without pain.

Sighing,
Reno began flexing and straightening his fingers
. “Too bad I can’t guarantee
that
your owner knows w
omen’s bodies the way
I do. His size, strength, and background concern me, but he paid a
shitload
for you.
Hopefully he won’t
damage the merchandise.”

Don’t say that. I don’t want to think beyond this moment.

Reno
’s
breathing was a little ragged but nothing like hers. With his heat all around her and his fingers
buried so deep she half believed she could taste him, she
swam
in a sensual haze. H
er body was useless. Helpless. But for these moments she trusted the man who’d beaten and abused her. He
commanded
her in ways she couldn’t wrap her splintered mind around,
expertly played
her body and understood her
most basic
needs.

“Let go
.
” He slowly
pulled
out
only to
cover her clit.
The
juices
he’d
collected
coated the swollen and aching bud. “Don’t think. Just be.”

Be? Explode more like it.

By turn she howled and chewed on the bit. A million lights lit up her world as she bucked and
shiver
ed. Reno’s hands
remained o
n her, holding her
against
to him
and
telegraphing the difference between their strengths, but
those things
didn’t mattered.

Release! Escape!
Her sex muscles clenched repeatedly, sending ribbons of fire throughout her. Something huge
began to shake
her
, and
she dove into the sensation. Came to life.

Finally her body gave out. Panting and drenched in sweat, she collapsed against the man who’d done this.
Her pussy
continued to
convulse, each spasm less intense than the
previous one
but
still
wonderful
.

“Remember this,” Reno whispered. “It might have to last you a long time.”

Chapter Twenty-two

Shari barely noted what was happening as preparations were made for the plane to take off. The engine made so much noise that if whoever was in it with her was talking, she couldn’t hear them. The takeoff caused her to roll
about
, but when things leveled off, she scooted around as best she could, laying on her side with her knees bent and her head awkwardly on the floor. Whether
whoever was here with her
gaped
at her naked form or ignor
ed
her didn’t matter.
S
he was
only
a piece of baggage, something being taken from one place to another.

She might have slept, either that or Reno’s parting gift had indeed relaxed her. Finally, however, her cramped muscles demand
ed
attention. Despite her determination not to let anyone know how uncomfortable she was, she couldn’t suppress a moan.
A
few minutes later she moaned again.

Men’s voices reached her. She strained to
make sense of
w
hat they were saying.
The burning in her forced-behind-her arms was relentless. Her jaw ached from the damnable bit gag
, and she hated having her ankles wrapped one over the other
.

When, after what seemed like forever, the plane began to descend, she gave a silent thanks followed by a wave of dread. What would happen once they touched down?