Captive, Mine (21 page)

That night, he pulled her to her knees with a fistful of her hair, presenting the aching hard erection to her soft lips, and uttered the first word he’d allowed her in almost twelve hours.

“Suck.”

Yes, Lily was learning indeed.

Chapter 14

N
aked, he left me on my knees in the dark room on the hard, cold floor, want between my legs, his taste in my mouth after I’d swallowed what he’d shot down my throat. He’d said one word to me, exactly one word, and I’d knelt before him and opened my mouth like a good girl, and done as I was told: I sucked. I sucked his cock as if I were starving, and, in a way, I was.

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been here. He’d fed me a few times but I couldn’t keep track.

He wouldn’t talk to me, not unless uttering commands to suck or get on all fours constituted conversation. I clambered to my feet and lay back down on the bed.

In a way, being here, in this room, gave me a sense of security. It was ridiculous, but as long as he kept me here, kept me in darkness and fully dependent on him, in a way, I belonged to him, and I was safe. I stopped thinking about everything else. None of it mattered in here, and it was, strangely, a relief.

I ate when he fed me, I sucked when he put his cock in my mouth, and I lifted my ass to him when he fucked me. I felt raw from the fucking but my cunt dripped for him, clenching around his cock whenever he took me. I was greedy for orgasm and wasn’t even sure how I felt about that anymore. I should hate him, but all I hated was that he wouldn’t talk to me.

The lock turned then and the door opened.

“Lake?”

Nothing but the sound of the forest before the door closed again. It was nighttime and the scent of something delicious had me sitting up, swallowing, my body hungry for hot food, for meat.

He dragged a chair across the floor toward me.

“Knees,” he said. One word, cold and impersonal.

I obeyed instantly, sliding out from beneath the sheets and to my knees, sitting on my heels. When I’d spoken before, begging him to talk to me, he’d gotten up and left. I’d screamed after him but nothing came of it, and, if he was training me, it was working because I remained an obedient captive, kneeling before my captor, my master.

I swallowed again as the scent of meat wafted to my nose, salivating for it, not even ashamed of my base reaction. Was he going to taunt me with it? Sit here and eat fresh food while I knelt at his feet, hungry? Then it came, the first morsel. The scent and warmth of it had me opening my mouth. I inhaled as I closed my lips around it, licking his fingers with the mouthful, nearly crying as I chewed the tender flesh and swallowed quickly, opening immediately for more.

“Chew, Lily, or you’re going to make yourself sick.”

I nodded, my mouth still open, taking a second, greedy bite, forcing myself to chew, even though all I wanted was more. I opened again, waiting for the next bite, but he put a cold bottle to my lips instead. I twisted my face away. I wanted food. I wanted meat.

He chuckled. I hadn’t heard that in…had I heard that ever?

He placed another morsel on my tongue and fed me until I was sated after that, until I sat back, my belly finally full for the first time in a long time. It was then I felt something at my neck, and I drew back, afraid.

“Bad girl.”

His tone wasn’t harsh but it did bring me to heel. Bad girls got left alone in the dark with no one to talk to.

“What are you doing?” I had to ask, I had to try to engage him. I’d eaten now; he couldn’t take the food away anymore.

The thing wrapped around my neck and he pushed my head down, my hair falling forward while he worked over me. It felt heavy, not in weight, but its foreign presence.

“What is it?” I asked, knowing all along. I touched the collar tentatively. “Lake... Sir,” I dared once again to speak when he attached something to the collar. “Please talk to me. I’ll be good, I promise, just talk to me now, please.”

“Close your eyes, Lily.”

I obeyed, remaining still while he slid the blindfold over my eyes again.

“No—”

“Hands and knees,” he said, interrupting, tugging on my new leash.

Whimpering, I followed him, knowing why he’d put a leash on me when I heard the door open. The night air chilled me instantly and I stopped even while trying frantically to take in a breath of fresh air. But he tugged and we went, me crawling alongside him out the door.

“Two steps down, Lily.”

We moved slowly while he held my leash, me wondering what he had in store for me.

“I’m cold.”

There was no answer for a while as he “walked” me farther from my room. “Then you’ll be quick. Here.” He stopped, finally answering as he tugged on my leash. “Squat. This is your bathroom break.”

Heat flushed through me, embarrassment at this new order. I turned my face up to where I knew he stood, and shook my head no.

“I’m wearing a jacket so I’m fine. We’ll be here until you go and if you don’t, we’ll do this another way. It will be even more embarrassing then. Be smart.”

“Please don’t make me.”

Nothing. Not a sound. I shivered again and rubbed my hands over my arms then touched his leg. “Please Lake... Sir... talk to me. I didn’t mean to go through those things. I didn’t mean any harm. Please talk to me now.”

Again, nothing. Looking away, I positioned myself, forcing myself to relax enough to go, trying not to think of him there while he watched me in this most private moment, glad for the first time for the blindfold that hid me from him.

“Good girl,” he said, before clicking his tongue, signaling me to crawl once again. “I’m going to give you a bath in the house now. Your reward for doing as you were told. Are you understanding this yet, Lily? Have you figured this out yet?”

The smooth wood of the porch was welcome on my palms and knees and when he opened the door, the warmth of the house almost made me smile. I crawled forward, eager now.

He closed the door. “Stay.” It was an order, and I obeyed, sitting back on my heels. I heard his footsteps recede, then the flow of water filling the tub sounded like music to my ears.

“Sir?” I asked when he returned.

“I’m going to take your blindfold off now. It’ll take a minute for your eyes to adjust.”

I nodded, waiting as he took it away. The sight of him was fuzzy for a moment before I had to close my eyes again, the light too bright after too long in the dark. He waited while I rubbed them and slowly, I opened them again, blinking fast while they adjusted.

I looked up to find him watching me.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Can I come back here tonight please? I don’t want to be out there anymore. I’m really sorry.”

Without a word, his fingers hooked into my collar and raised me up by my neck while he squatted down. My heartbeat picked up at his violent handling of me, but my need to get closer to him overrode any fear, or at least equaled it.

“I expect you to be on your absolute best behavior for the rest of the time we spend together. When I say jump, you start jumping before you even ask how high. When I say sit, you drop to a seat wherever you are. When I say suck, you open your mouth. And when I tell you to get the strap, you get it and you bend over and offer your ass for punishment, understand?”

I nodded frantically, desperate to be back here and not in the bad girl’s room. Desperate to be back in his good graces. “Yes! Yes, sir. Yes.”

He looked at me, his expression stern, and I really looked at him. It had been so dark in the other room that I’d not seen his face in the days I’d spent there. He hadn’t shaved in a while, the stubble along his jaw the beginnings of a beard now rather than a five o’clock shadow. His eyes looked different too, or maybe I was just really seeing them for the first time. There was more than hardness in them. Tenderness and hurt also took up space there, and worry furrowed his brow.

It was that that brought me back to the realization of why we were here in the first place. Of what was going on outside of the sanctuary of the isolated cabin where he’d brought me against my will, where he hid me from Randall and his men.

“Bath time, Lily. Crawl.”

I swallowed. Now that I was without my bonds and in the light, part of me resisted, but I pushed through that, the knowledge of what would happen if I didn’t obey too close. I crawled, instead, with Lake walking behind me, his whistle of appreciation solidifying to me my place as object or possession.

His object. His possession.

Steaming water had almost filled the tub, and Lake switched off the water. I couldn’t wait to get inside it, feeling cold and filthy, even though he’d washed me — or more sponged me off — when I had been in the bad girl’s room. I looked up at him, feeling very much the pet, and when he gave me his nod, I climbed into the tub, sinking into the too-hot water but not caring, needing that fiery heat to cleanse me as I closed my eyes and submerged entirely. I opened them underwater to find Lake waiting, watching me, his form massive from my angle. He didn’t smile, but he didn’t look angry either, and when I emerged once again, my eyes locked on the hard length of him barely contained behind his jeans, and my body began to prepare itself, as if it were conditioned to do just that.

We remained silent as he cleaned me. I was no longer desperate, blind, or hungry, and my mind began to work again, to recall the situation.

But I didn’t want to think about that, not yet. The feel of his hands on me, a soapy cloth rubbing the intimate contours of my body leaving suds behind to cover my breasts, their hardened, dark nipples standing out among the white clouds. He had me on all fours, my bottom out of the water, and I simply complied, looking forward as he’d instructed while he, with soapy fingers, cleaned between my legs, my pussy, my ass, paying extra attention to my clit until I moaned. Then, with the greatest care, Lake shaved me, and, just as the water began to cool, he drained the tub and wrapped me in a towel before lifting me out of the tub to dry me.

I stood there, looking up at him as he did, looking at his eyes, his mouth, realizing I’d never once kissed him, really kissed him, not in a fit of passion, but differently. We’d done everything else, he’d fucked me every way possible and we’d tasted each other, but not once had he kissed me with tenderness, just to kiss me, and all I wanted in that moment was that, was that touch of his lips against mine.

He paused and I wondered if he felt it too when his gaze fell to my swollen lips as I licked them, preparing. Then, surprising myself, I stepped an inch closer and stood on tiptoe to brush my mouth against his, hesitating, lingering there, growing bolder and taking his lower lip into my mouth and sucking. My heart’s beating was interrupted momentarily. His hand came to my waist, touching me softly while he opened his mouth. Power was exchanged again when that hand slid to the curve of my hip, taking possession, and his tongue dipped between my lips, my teeth, exploring, gentle, soft as he tasted me. I reached up to put a hand to his face, then wrapped that hand around the back of his head to bring him closer, wanting more, softness morphing into passion, lust.

But he stopped it then, breaking off the kiss, pulling my forehead to his lips and holding me like that for a moment, our breath ragged between us, the sound of my racing heartbeat the only other sound in the room.

It was only a moment of tenderness before his hand grew harder in my hair and he pushed me to my knees, releasing his cock and giving me that one command again: “Suck.”

I opened my mouth to take him and my pussy throbbed with need even as my heart saddened a little when that one little word put me back in my place, back on my knees before him while he used me, fucked me in any way he chose. That kiss may have affected me but it couldn’t have touched him, even if I had seen tenderness in his eyes, even if there had been tiny kindnesses from him, even if there had been moments where he’d held me so gently, protectively even while he thought I’d slept. I had to remember that I only needed to survive this and I couldn’t confuse dependence with anything more.

Chapter 15

T
he morning sun poured through the kitchen windows, the dirty glass rendering the sunlight into an almost hazy glow. Lake sat at the little table, the wood of the chair hard and cold against his ass. The coffee he brewed had burnt a little — the price of nodding off as it brewed — but the heat and the caffeine were welcome after another night on the lumpy, worn couch. He missed his bedroom, but he needed to be out in the living room. He could protect her better out there. He wondered why he didn’t simply go to her, take her to his own room, make her lie with him, curl her warm, trembling body around his and take the comfort she so freely offered now.

But that would defeat the purpose of what he was trying to get through to her. So lumpy couch it was.

She’d taken the lesson to heart. He just wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing. He’d rather liked teaching her to obey. To comply, without question. She knew it now, down to the marrow of her bones. He hadn’t had to punish her in days, and, even though a dark part of him was tempted to strap those plump buttocks simply for the pleasure of watching the lush flesh bounce and wobble under the blows, he’d resisted. As long as she kept it up, kept listening and behaving, he’d leave that strap hanging on the wall in the Bad Girl’s room.