BLAKE: Captive to the Dark (23 page)

Where would she stay while I was
observing the questioning? I doubted the Chief would let her watch, too. I wasn’t even supposed to be there. The thought of leaving her here, though, was sickening. I swallowed hard, suddenly realizing…Kaitlyn wanted to stay. She was getting stronger. This was a good thing. I didn’t need to worry. I had an alarm system. A house full of weapons. Although I knew it would keep her safe, it was still hard for me to accept. I trusted nothing and no one, but myself. But she needed this.

“You
’re going to eat dinner, sit in front of the mirror for the twenty minutes, and then you can lay in my bed and watch TV until I get back. Then, after I ravish you, you’re back to your room. Got that?”

“Yes, Sir.” The smile that appeared on her face nearly stopped time. So big and beautiful. Just like those eyes.

I broke the hold I had on her before I changed my mind. I cleaned the blood off of both of us and got dressed. Only then, did I force myself to look back over at her, now sitting on the bed, the TV already playing quietly.

“No leaving the house or opening the door
for anyone. I’m going to set the alarm behind me. When I do,” I pointed to the clock on the far side of the wall, “the cameras will kick on. They’re all throughout the house, even outside, so don’t even think about disobeying your routine.”

“I won’t,” she laughed.
She licked her lips and moved to rest on her knees, right on the edge of the bed. I didn’t hesitate to go to her and wrap my fingers in her long hair. At her hand resting against the back of mine, I watched her face turn worried.

She needed
reassurance. “Give me a few hours. I’ll try to hurry.”

“Just be careful. Please.”

“Who are you talking to? I’m always careful.”

“Bullshit,” she laughed. “I’ve seen your work, Mr. Morgan.”

My mouth was on her before she could continue with what she was about to say. We crashed to the bed and I pinned her down. “Fuck. Say it again, slave.”

“What? Mr. Morgan? Blake Morgan.”

A huskiness had taken over the words, turning her tone deeper, more seductive. I kissed her again, letting the memories of the day I saved her wash over me. My cock pushed against the barrier of my jeans and I couldn’t stop myself. I flipped Kaitlyn on her stomach and jerked my jeans open, freeing my length. The wetness that met my fingers was coated all the way down to her inner thighs. I growled and pulled her to the end of the bed to rest over the side.

“I’m not going to be able to focus if I don’t have you now. Fuck waiting.
You’ll be mine now
and
when I get back.”

Warmth encircled my
cock and Kaitlyn pushed back impatiently. My hand connected with her ass so hard it made her scream out.

“Who’s in control?”

“You are, Sir.” Still, she tried to wiggle. My hand spanked her again, pulling a moan from deep in her throat.

I surged forward, burying
myself in one thrust.

“Oh…fuck!” Kaitlyn’s fists gripped to the sheets, driving me on. My hand
settled over her mouth, moving her head from the side to face her forward.

“No. More. Talking.” I slammed into her
with every plunge of my cock. My hand slid up to cover her nose and I pulled back, cutting off every ounce of air I could. Suction drew in my palm and I twisted my other hand in her hair, bringing her further back, trying to arch her hips so that she felt nothing inside of her but my cock. I wanted the sensation to stay there forever. The memory, a constant reminder of who she belonged to. I moved my hand down to her mouth, letting her breathe. The large inhale could barely be heard over the slapping of our skin. The scars on her back, healed now, drew my attention. Later, I would kiss each one. Take my time loving her body like the Master in me wanted.

“
Sir.” The muffled word was dragged out, filled with all the ecstasy I knew she was experiencing.

“Almost, kitten.” My hand left her hair and went around her hip until my fingers were brushing the sensitive
bud at the top her slit. I applied pressure, lifting her even more. The scream that left her mouth accompanied with her orgasm had my jaw clenching from the tightness. It held to my cock like a vice, so fitting and firm that the pain was almost my undoing.

“You’re going to pay for that when I get home.” I fle
w forward to her shoulder and sank my teeth in, continuing the hard thrusts until I couldn’t bear the torture anymore. Cum exploded from my cock, leaving me lightheaded with each shot of release.

Yes. Kaitlyn was going to pay for not waiting, and I’d enjoy every minute of making her suffer. The moment I returned, I’d
put her in the stocks and not stop until the sun was coming up. That would teach her to obey. If it didn’t, that only meant more fun for me in the future.

Chapter 16

Kaitlyn

The reflection that stared back at me was nothing new. I’d seen it more times in the last few days than I could ever remember looking at it before being sold. My lips twisted and I sighed. How was this helping? Was I supposed to grow numb to what I saw? Maybe immune to the large mark that marred my face? That wasn’t ever going to happen.

Slowly, I lifted my finger to trace along light pink
line. The color had lightened some since I’d gotten here. That was a good thing. I doubted that it was as unnoticeable as Blake made it sound, but maybe it wasn’t as bad as I believed.

My head tilted more toward the light. Well, that wasn’t very flattering. I leveled it out again and puffed out my cheeks, noticing I looked more like my old self when I did that. Damn, I’d lost a lot of weight in my face.
If I didn’t have my scar, I bet one of those bob haircuts would look cute. It’d define my high cheekbones.

Blake’s request hit me hard. He wanted me to cut my hair. The thought
scared me beyond belief. I’d almost lost it when he first threatened. The fear had been equivalent to the one I had for the whip. When I realized it in the car, I couldn’t stop from wanting to go through with it. Cut all my hair off. That way, the long locks could never hold me hostage to that sort of terror again. Blake would be so proud if he returned and I surprised him.

I took a deep breath and pulled out my toothbrush that now rested against the dark marble
counter in Blake’s large bathroom. I’d hated going and getting it out of mine. Hated that we were separated. How much longer would this last? I picked up the toothbrush, knowing all too well how long. It would continue until I got better. That wouldn’t happen until I faced who I was.

As I
squeezed the toothpaste along the bristles, I continued to stare at myself. With each stroke along my teeth and gums, I watched the scar move. Every expression that crossed my face made it even more noticeable.

I rinsed out my mouth and toothbrush and placed it in the holder it wasn’t meant to be in. Oh well, I’d just get it in the morning.

The hand towels rested in the cabinet on the back wall and I turned around, walking over to grab one. The scissors sat on the shelf below, taunting me. Should I do it? Hopefully, my Master would be happy, but if I did, there was no going back. I’d have nothing to hide behind. I’d be more exposed than I had been since I’d been saved.

Tears stung my eyes and a lump the size of a softball formed in my throat. I picked
up the scissors and walked back to the sink. If I did it now, at least I’d have control over the length, versus Blake taking me in somewhere and telling them how short to cut it.

Do it, Kaitlyn. Just…

Sweat broke out over my skin. I really should. Blake knew what would get me better. He seemed to think this could help. Trust…

A shu
ddering breath rocked my chest and I picked up a lock of hair closest to my face. How short? To the shoulders? Chin? I brought the scissors up in between the two lengths and held the blades open with my hair resting between.
Think of Blake. Think of Sir.

With one sweep of my hand
, I heard the sound of blades crunching. Tickling rushed down my body coming to rest at my toes. My eyes opened and I gasped. Shit! It was closer to my chin than my shoulder. I inhaled, deeply, knowing I couldn’t take the action back. The piece was too big. I’d done it. Made the choice to put my trust in Blake. Now, I had to continue.

“
Don’t think about it, Kaitlyn. Just keep cutting.” My voice echoed through the bathroom breaking the tension I felt.

The infinity symbol on my chest numbed the fear and I focused solely on making the dark ends of my hair even. I wouldn’t look at the scar. Not yet. I’d only pay attention to the style I was trying my best not to screw up.

Minutes went by while the pile of curls at my feet grew. Tears blurred my eyes at times, but thoughts of Blake made me stronger.

Long strands here and there caught my attention and I moved in closer,
snipping, making sure every last one of them disappeared. The moment I succeeded, I pulled loose a section for my bangs. I always swept them to the side. I’d keep them shorter than my length, but only by an inch or two. I’d seen plenty of bobs with long, side swept bangs.

The crunch of my hair once again filled my ears and I couldn’t believe how light I felt. Ten pounds lighter, really. I couldn’t remember the last time my hair had been shorter than my shoulders.

I stepped back taking in my new appearance. It was shocking…yet cute. The smile came, but didn’t last as my scar sucked in my attention. This. This was what I needed to see. The real me. The new me. Not the vision I tried to make appear in my head.

“Oh…shit. What have I done?”

The steps back continued until I couldn’t go any further. “Blake,” I whispered. My head connected with the wall as I let it fall back.

He’d be back in a matter of hours. It’d already been close to two. I wasn’t sure how far away the station was or how long
he’d be there, but I really hoped he wouldn’t be gone too long.

“He better like this.” I pushed off the wall and refused to look in the mirror as I reached down and began to clean up all the hair. By the time I got the broom, dustpan, and every single piece of hair
off the floor, I was exhausted.

Shower. The large walk in
that Blake held was so much better than the tiny one in the guest bathroom. It was like any other bath/shower combo. This one, I could actually move in.

I took my time washing my hair and body. My finger rubbed against Blake’s mark on my chest and I finally felt content. Before I knew it
, I was climbing into my Sir’s bed and dozing off. Hours of nightmares came and went and the sound of the beeping from the alarm woke me. I flew from the bed, off-balance, but managed to catch myself just as Blake came walking into the room. Blood was half splattered, half smeared on his face. The shock that hit me to the core had me more going to my knees than the sign of respect I was trying to show my Master.

“Oh…my God. Kitten.”

I lifted my stare up to connect with Blake’s big smile. My lips pressed together, unsure. It made me happy that he appeared to like it, but I still didn’t know what I thought about the short style.

“I’m so proud of you. Come.” His hand outstretched and I rose, glancing again at his bloody face.

“You killed someone?”

“Of little consequence in this moment. Look at me. Let me see you.”

My head lifted all the way and I stood there proudly, staring right into his eyes. The way his lips were separated and the how he kept shaking his head back and forth had my eyebrows drawing in.

“You’re in shock. You don’t like it.”

Blake tilted his head. “I do like it. Actually, I’m in love with it. In love…”

My heart exploded in rhyth
m while he took a step back and began taking off his clothes, starting with the jacket.

“It’s perfect, Kaitlyn. I can’t tell you how
pleased I am that you did this. It shows me so much. You want this. You want
us
. And, most importantly, you want to get better.”

The shirt was pulled over his head and he winced. A large cut ran down the side of his ribs. My eyes flew open as I leaned in to get a closer look.

“What happened to you?” I didn’t wait for his answer as he let me pull him into the restroom. Blake could punish me if he wanted, but I wasn’t going to stop until I made sure he was okay. What I needed was more light.

I flipped the switch and lowered
myself, running my hand next to the large scrape. It was deep, but not enough for stitches. It wasn’t even bleeding anymore. Had his shirt been bloody or torn? I hadn’t noticed.

“Investigation led me to the next county, but we got the girls. Or, I did. Already delivered them to
authorities. Guy said it was guarded by four men. Fucker. More like fourteen.” He shrugged. “Okay, maybe eight. I almost hadn’t gunned up. Thank God I did.”

I pointed to his side.

“Oh, knife wound. Barely a scratch. That was the eighth guy. He was hidden behind the door that held the girls.”

The cringe that came was automatic. I didn’t like it, but what could I do? This is what Blake did. His job. What he was good at.

“I want to help next time, Sir.”

A laugh fell from his mouth as he walked over and started the shower. “I don’t think so.”

“But, you’re training me. I can get stronger. I can help. The girls, they could use a face like mine. It’d make them feel safe.”

Blake’s eyes cut over to mine. “No. I won’t have you in harm’s way.”

The need to argue left my skin feeling hot. I wanted to yell at him that I could do it. That maybe this was meant to happen for a reason. I could
help
. I knew I could. Instead, I lowered my head. “Yes, Sir.” All I wanted to do was tell him I was going to go, regardless. I would try like hell. That was for sure.

Steam filled the room and I went back to the bed, climbing on my side and burying myself under the covers. Let h
im try to get me to go to my room. I wasn’t leaving tonight. Not after this. Just the thought that I could lose my Master left me so close to being sick, it was almost impossible to push the bile back from my throat.

Minutes went by and I was sure Blake had fallen asleep in there. I glanced at the clock
, surprised that it was almost six in the morning. Where had the time gone? The nightmares came rushing back and I squeezed my eyes shut, praying I could forget.

The water shut off and I tried to melt into the mattress. Blake was going to kick me out. I knew it. He promised fucking, but I knew it wasn’t
going to happen. Too much time had already passed and he was no doubt exhausted. I couldn’t blame him. Lord only knew what kind of night he had.

Cl
anging of metal from the shower door had me pushing in even more. The covers were ripped off sooner than I expected and I jumped.

“What are you doing, slave? I thought I made my intentions clear earlier.” My ankle was grabbed and I was jerked
on the mattress, sideways. He pulled me until my pussy was even with his hard cock.

“I thought you were tired.”

Blake’s eyebrow rose. “Then what are you doing in my bed?”

Fingers buried in my bangs and Blake led my head up until I was sitting.

“Answer, kitten. What are you doing in my bed if you assumed I wouldn’t want you? You know the rules. You sleep in your own room until—

“But
, I cut my hair. I’m getting better.”

My
Master’s other hand clamped onto my jaw. “You interrupted me. Apparently, you need a refresher on manners.”

I was tossed over Blake’s shoulder and carted to my own room. The
door shut behind us and I was faced with all of his toys as light flooded the space. The ones that haunted my everyday life. Ones that promised pain and pleasure, yet never provided them.

The cuffs were suddenly above me as he
placed me down. I didn’t so much as lower my head. My hands rose above my head and I waited for him to restrain me.

“Fuck, slave.” Blake stepped into my body, lifting me off the ground as he held on tightly. My tongue met his in soft caresses and I molded into his hard muscles as one of his hand
s braced to the back of my neck and the other held onto one side of my ass. After a few seconds, he broke away, breathing hard. “You’re getting so much better. Now, for the ultimate test.”

Blake held me, leaving my face inches from his.

“The whip,” I breathed out.

He nodded and I felt my stomach drop.
“Yes, Kaitlyn. The whip. It has to be done.”

The harder I stared into his eyes, the
braver I became. “I trust you.” The words barely left my lips, but they did. That was the important part. He needed to know that I wasn’t afraid of him hurting me.

I was
placed down before him without a response and cuffed. My heart hammered against my chest so hard that I was sure it was going to leave a permanent imprint on my insides. Blake walked over, grabbing the handle of the braided leather.

“I want you to get used to the sound first. I promise I won’t let it touch your
skin…yet.”

My hands pulled against the restraints, but I nodded. Darkness took over as I closed my eyes tight, waiting. Expecting.

“No. Watch me. See only me holding it. No one else.”

Opening my lids was the hardest thing I could think of ever doing. If I brought the room back into focus,
it would be real. I was scared. A part of me wanted to run. Flee. But I trusted my Master. That alone made me force myself to meet his stare.

“Good girl,” he said under his breath. The seriousness that covered his face calmed me. Blake would make sure everything went smoothly. I needed to
try to relax. To just let him take over and get me through this. “Okay, kitten. This whip is only four feet long. I’m at least twelve feet from you. Even with my arm extended, you’re safe. I’m going to do this. Breathe.”