Indulgence (381 page)

Kirk sighed audibly and ran a hand through his hair.

“Not so easy when the girl is your responsibility, eh?”

“No,” Kirk growled. “Thanks.”

Kirk didn’t even fasten the leash back on my collar before
grabbing my arm and dragging me toward the door. Inside the elevator, he
released me to answer his buzzing phone. I caught a glimpse of the screen.

The incoming message from Miles simply read, “Incoming.”

I didn’t dare ask what it meant until we got back to the
apartment, but as soon as the door closed, I opened my mouth. “Wha—”

“Get in the shower,” he ordered. There was one tone I didn’t
mess with. I nodded and stripped off my clothes on the way to the tub. As soon
as I turned on the water, I heard Kirk’s voice.

Apparently he wanted me in the shower so I couldn’t hear
what was going on.

A few minutes later, he entered the bathroom, dropped his
clothes and stepped into the tub behind me. He put a hand around me, but I
shook him away.

“Milo will be here early,” he said. “I wasn’t hiding from
you. If you can be feisty and difficult, so can I.”

I elbowed him in the ribs and he pulled my arms back,
sucking at my neck.

He may as well have sucked the air out of my lungs. I felt
myself go weak as he pressed me against the wall. My nipples hardened against
the cold tile. He pulled my hips away from the wall and slid his fingers inside
of me.

My back arched and the tile vibrated against my skin as I
moaned.

Kirk pressed his cock to my entrance and thrust into me,
barely leaving me time to prepare. He reached around me and put my hands around
the bar in the shower. “You might want to hold on.”

He rubbed my clit as he pulled me another step away from the
wall, leaving me hanging from the bar until I was bent at a nearly ninety
degree angle.

I moaned as he sank into a steady rhythm, and then I felt a
finger press at my ass. I tensed, then my body became tied up in the pleasure
and I loosened. His fingers slid in slowly, and then matched the rhythm of his
cock. He added a second finger. The motions in my ass became a counterpoint to
his cock, igniting every nerve.

My knees started to buckle and I locked them to stay on my
feet. The beginning of the orgasm shuddered through me and Kirk picked up his
pace. He kept up his assault as I rode the orgasm, then he wrapped both hands
against my hips and plunged harder and deeper until he shuddered and moaned
behind me.

I used the bar to right myself, but Kirk pulled me against
his body, running his hands down my front and pushing my legs apart to rub my
still sensitive pussy.

I twitched and mewled as he washed the area clean before
starting on the rest of my body.

By the time he was done, I was so sated, I couldn’t even
bring myself to ask what the call was about, but as we left the bathroom,
someone knocked on the door, and I didn’t have to.

“Look at me, Silver
,
” Kirk whispered, pulling my face
as close to his as possible. “Do everything you’re told, no hesitation.”

Oh, god
. The whole reason behind the quickie was to
keep me busy so I wouldn’t worry about whatever I was going to see behind that
door. Kirk shooed me to the couch, “Sit.”

End of the Dream

I tightened my hands in my lap then released them again.
There’d be no more distractions, no more avoiding fate. It had come right to
our door to collect whether we were ready or not.

After all of the days of avoidance, I suddenly wished that I
had asked about the plan. If Milo was here, how long would it take forces to
move in, and how exactly did they plan on taking a twelve story building and an
entire compound. Then again, it was probably better I hadn’t asked, since
knowing the truth about Kirk only made me feel more nervous. If I knew about
whatever was going to go down next, I probably wouldn’t be able to function,
even on a base level.

Reminding myself to at least try to look relaxed, I took a
breath and tried not to cringe when I heard the door open. A cold droplet of
water ran down my chest and over my breast, so I wiped it away and closed my
eyes.

“Ross, I didn’t expect you,” Kirk said smoothly.

If I hadn’t already known it was a lie, I would have
believed him. I had always been better at speaking my mind and sticking to my
guns, but now I admired his talent, the way he wove every reaction into part of
his role. I risked a glance over, at least Kirk had slipped his jeans back on,
but my robe was in the bedroom, and I hadn’t had time to question his order.

Ross stepped into the room, “Milo wanted to have a look around
before dinner and he’s particularly interested in meeting your slave.”

All I wanted to do was disappear from the room. Maybe I
wasn’t as strong as I wanted to be, as strong as I needed to be to stand until
the end.

Footsteps.

I pictured Alley in my head, her cool, relaxed features;
somehow, she navigated the thin line between looking detached and engaged. She
always looked interested, especially if Miles was in the room. I couldn’t
master that, nor had I really been in situations where I needed to.

Ross always wanted me on the edge of terror and pain. Much
as I hated to admit it, that worked to my advantage. It left me nowhere and
nothing to hide. No time to think.

Under their quiet observation, I was my own enemy.
Don’t
fidget
.
Don’t give yourself up
.

Don’t give Kirk up
.

At least two lives depended on what I needed to do. Two
lives and the future of dozens, possibly hundreds of women. Where would they
all end up?

“Stand up,” said an unfamiliar voice. It was thick and deep.
His words were pointed and precise.

I kept my head down but rose from my seat.

A hand shot out and grasped my face. It took every bit of
self-control just to keep from flinching, but he didn’t hurt me, he simply
angled my face toward him. I lowered my eyes, avoiding his face. He was a
stockier build than either Kirk or Ross, shorter, too. He wore a blue button
down shirt, tucked into black dress pants and his cologne was spicy and thick.

“Looks like she’s been a handful.” His accent sounded
slightly Russian, but since I was never great at placing accents, I couldn’t be
entirely sure.

“She was attacked, assaulted,” Kirk said.

“Attacked and assaulted,” Milo mused. “Hmpf. She’s a slave,
she served her purpose.”

Even without looking over, I knew Kirk was tense with anger.
I could almost feel the energy pouring off him—riled and ready to fight.

Milo slid his hand up my back then pulled the tips of my
hair down until I had to arch backward. While I was stretched out, his fingers
traced down my abdomen, and I waited for their touch to become brutal, or
wander between my legs, but he circled my belly button and stopped.

“You’re only good for a man’s desire, isn’t that right,
slave?”

“Yes, Master.” Too many fucking masters. I hoped I was
supposed to call him Master, but he probably preferred Liege or something
archaic.

He turned his attention back to Kirk, while I fought the
off-balance position to stay on my feet. “And she was worth killing for?”

“Gabe betrayed us; he was a danger to the entire
organization.”

“And you decided that you should take care of the problem on
your own. You expect me to believe it had nothing to do with this little slut?”

Don’t grimace.
The only chance I had of not jerking
away and spitting in his face was to stop listening to anything he said, but
then I was afraid I’d miss something I had to hear. I really wished I had
played more poker.

Milo let me straighten then ran his hands over my sides,
before cupping my cheeks and pulling my face up to his. “I do need a beautiful
slave to take the place of my favorite. Do you think you’re that slave?”

“If you wish, Master.”
Hell no
.
The cavalry had
better damn well be on its way
.

“And I was worried that you wouldn’t have learned your
place. So fresh.” He cupped my ass with both hands, drawing me against him.
Then, his lofty voice suddenly turned rough. “So problematic.”

“I’ve learned, Master,” I cooed, fighting my body for enough
control to keep my voice from shaking, “If you like, I can show you.”
I’ll
show you straight to Hell
.

He chuckled and stepped back. “We’ve moved dinner up an
hour. We’ll see both of you soon.” He eyed me again, a smirk accentuating his
olive face then he and Ross left.

“Where’d that bravado come from?” Kirk mumbled.

I shrugged and collapsed on the couch. Between the sex and
the confrontation, I wanted a nap. “One of us had to draw his attention, and
since you were about to blow your top, I figured it should be me.”

Kirk leaned against the armrest and lifted my chin. “I was
not—”

“No point in arguing.” I glared back at him. “I thought you
wanted me to play the loyal and obedient slave.”

He rubbed his hand over his face. “I need to shave.”

I scoffed;
score one for the obedient slave
. Reaching
up, I took his face between my palms. He’d let his appearance go over the last
two weeks, but I liked it when he looked rough, loved feeling it across my
skin. Something was happening to me on a much deeper level than I had expected.

He’d captured my mind and body, making me his—giving me his
protection. But, the more I saw the controlled bits chip away, the more I
wanted to know. The more he captivated me. And scared me.

He would have been better off without me, without the extra
burden I brought him in this place, but I wondered how he survived all of those
months before I came along. How he lived with everything he watched and
participated in.

I thought he’d broken me with the whip in the basement, but
really, it had shattered him.

“What’s going to happen tonight?” I whispered, catching his
fingers before he could walk away. Instead of stopping, he tugged me to my feet
and pulled me into the bathroom with him.

“Not what Milo expects,” his voice was even, but empty. We
were at the end of the façade. Soon, we’d have to face everything we’d done in
the real world.

“So this is it?” I slid onto the counter, looping my fingers
through the top of his jeans as he pulled his shaving supplies out of the
cabinet.

Kirk nodded, “Whatever happens, stay with the girls.”

“You say that like you expect—“

“Silver, I mean it.” I finally heard a crack of emotion in
his voice. “I don’t want to have to watch you, there’s going to be a lot going
on. Stay with the girls, you all will be safe. And if we end up separated, find
Trent.”

“How are they planning on taking this whole place? We’ll be
on the top fucking floor.”

“That’s not our problem.” He splashed water over his face
and started spreading the shaving cream. “We just stay the fuck out of the
way.”

“It’s going to be a bloodbath! What about all of the girls?”

“Quiet,” he hissed. “Ross has been making arrangements for
this. There aren’t even any guests on the grounds. He’s paranoid about
something going wrong.”

“Rightfully so, if we’re honest. But doesn’t that also mean
he’s going to have increased security?”

Kirk shook his head. “Not too much, he doesn’t want Milo to
think he’s incompetent. Most of the recent problems have revolved around the
security team, mainly Alan fucking with our records and security cams. Ross
won’t have too many hanging out, and they certainly won’t be expecting a raid.”

*****

I swallowed down the bitter taste in my mouth as Kirk and I
made what I expected to be our final walk to the Outlook. He’d certainly been
right about the lack of guests, and I almost wondered if there was even a point
to us all gathering in the swanky den of iniquity if there wasn’t going to be
anyone around, but as soon as the doors opened on the twelfth floor, I gasped.

There may not have been guests, but every resident of the
building had gathered in the lounge. A dysfunctional work dinner—at least more
dysfunctional than most. And if everyone was here, trying to make sure that
Milo was happy, Kirk was right in assuming that the main defenses would be
down.

Seemed like a stupid security policy to me, but that was
because I knew what was coming. They had lived in their own untouchable world
for so long that they expected any threat to be minor and they definitely
didn’t expect it to come from the outside.

Indulgence had made them short-sighted, or so I hoped.

The team would still have to get past the guarded perimeter,
through the front doors, and up twelve stories to reach us.

And with all of that on my mind, I had to play the detached
and obedient slave.

Inside the main room of the Outlook, Alley sat on her knees
on the table with her back to the entrance. My shoulders tensed, and I
struggled for oxygen when we crossed the threshold.

As soon as Milo saw us, he smiled and reached past Kirk to
take my arm and pull me away.

“You’ll make a nice addition to tonight’s artwork.” He
cupped my cheek and slid a hand down the top of my dress. Then, he ushered me
to the table. “Back to back.”

“Yes, Master.”

He held my elbow as he lifted me up to sit on the table.

“Closer,” Milo yelled, slapping Alley’s leg and we both
scrambled to arrange our feet so that we could press our backs together.

He pulled my left arm back and twisted it over Alley’s right
arm, so we were linked at the elbows. Then, he pushed aside the material of my
dress to grab my nipple and I grunted. Alley’s back pressed against mine, and I
guessed she was getting the same treatment. He pulled and pinched then,
concentrating on me, he attached a nipple clamp, pulled the chain around my arm
and connected the other side to Alley. The chain pulled straight across my arm
so anytime either of us moved—even to breathe, it tugged.