Indulgence (382 page)

I glanced up and saw Kirk sitting in his usual seat at the
table. His expression was clouded; both of his hands were below the table. Not
only did he have to watch, he had to enjoy. I imagined that wasn’t as hard to
fake for a man, even if he got to keep his pants on.

Milo moved to the other side of the table, this time linking
Alley’s arm over mine and smacking us both over the breast a few times. My
nipple tightened and hardened from the abuse and he attached another clamp. His
hand rubbed over my stomach and legs.

“Spread your legs.”

Alley and I tightened our arms together and used the
leverage, attempting to spread our knees apart without moving our upper bodies.
It wasn’t graceful, but it also wasn’t as bad as I anticipated.

He pushed the hem of my dress up and his hand dipped between
my legs.

Fuck
. I knew I was dry, and I silently pleaded for
him not to be going there. He pinched my clit then brought up another clamp,
and attached it there, tightening until I gasped for air. I pressed against
Alley, trying to negate the impact of my heavy breathing on the pull of the
chains.

As he drew the chain up, I noticed that it split into a Y
and he dropped one part over each of my shoulders then pulled it tight, but I
couldn’t tell what he’d attached it to.

Hopefully not around Alley’s throat. My heart jumped and he
disappeared from my periphery, repeating the process behind me.

When he appeared again, he slipped what resembled a bit for
a horse in my mouth and attached a chain on either side. At least it gave me
something to bite down on because every little twitch meant one of us was going
to be in even more agony.

Milo took Ross’ usual spot at the head of the table—right in
front of me, and Ross sat down somewhere behind me.
I wanted to glare
and sneer at all of them, but I dropped my eyes to the table and concentrated
on breathing.

Someone had better buy me a damn good feast when this is
over,
I thought as three naked women began serving platters of food to the
men. Even with the hot dinners surrounding us, it suddenly felt like the air conditioning
kicked on, and as the goosebumps took over my body, I struggled not to shiver.

Fucking bastards
.

My legs tingled as they started going numb, but I couldn’t
adjust to get any relief. I counted my breaths, it had gotten me through the
butt plug, but it wasn’t as effective against the full body assault Milo had
planned.

At least it forced me to take slow, steady breaths.

Alley suddenly jerked and I whined as the chains pulled
against all of my sensitive parts. My breaths turned into sharp gasps, but that
only exacerbated the problem. Just as I got my breathing under control, the man
sitting across from Kirk reached up and squeezed my breast. I grunted, trying
my best not to move, but as his thumb moved over my tender, pinched nipple my
head pressed backward, and the chain traveling down my stomach jerked on my
clit.

I clamped down on the rod in my mouth, breathing through my
clenched teeth.

Kirk sat down his fork and stood, rubbing his hand up my leg
and then dipping it and pressing against my opening.

What the hell
? I would have shot daggers with my eyes
if I let them rise off the table. I was dry. I was in pain and not the least
bit aroused, but he kissed my shoulder, glancing over the chain and nipping at
my ear. He didn’t do anything to force me to move—much—but all of his touching
meant my breathing increased, yet the pain faded. His hands and lips explored
my exposed skin.

I wanted to thank him and curse him in the same breath. The
man across the table started to rise, but I saw Kirk’s head lifted, and the
other man thought again.

Behind me, Alley moaned, and I had to assume she was getting
the same treatment from Miles.

Kirk tugged on the chain attacked to my clit, and this time
I felt a pang of arousal mixed with the pain. I couldn’t tell if he was saving
me from misery or making it worse.

He was definitely putting on a show for Milo, though.
Playing his dastardly part and showing his claim over my body all at once. He
kissed my forehead then returned to his seat and his dinner.

I felt flushed, and slowly the pain overthrew the pleasure
again, but the burst of endorphins helped me get through dinner.

After dinner, Kirk and Miles flanked me and Alley. They
removed the chains from the bits in our mouths first but left the clamp in
place. Then, gently Kirk loosened one of the nipple clamps. The second of
numbness wore off and I screamed as blood rushed back to the offended skin.
Alley jerked behind me, but since Miles held the other end of my remaining
nipple clamp, we were free from worrying whether our movements would hurt the
other.

But fuck the removal hurt worse than anything that had
happened during dinner.

I drew in a deep breath as Miles prepared to remove my
second clamp. The wave of pain pulled at my core. I separated my arms from
Alley’s and leaned forward against the table.

One more to go
.
Fucking hell
.

My chest jerked with uneven breaths as Kirk sat me back up,
and reached for the final clamp between my legs. Behind me, Alley screamed, and
within a second, my voice joined hers in a deafening chorus. I wanted to flop
back on the table, but as the stinging core-twisting pain faded, Kirk pulled me
to the edge of the table and righted my clothes, holding me as I stepped down
with numb legs. I nearly collapsed at his feet immediately, but he held me
upright as the blood rushed through my legs.

I felt his phone vibrate against my hip, and he shifted me
to pull it out of his pocket long enough to press a single button.

“Important call?” Ross asked.

“Just an alarm I forgot to turn off.”

Alarm
. The one on his door, which meant the forces
had arrived. I felt my eyes widen, but Kirk pulled my face to his, capturing my
lips in a heated kiss. He paused for a minute before letting me go, shaking his
head, just a twitch that told me to keep my reactions under control.

When the worst had passed, he sat down and pulled me into
his lap. My head dropped against his shoulder, and I inhaled his scent.

It was all I could do.

My body was already exhausted from the strain.

As I came out of my headspace, Kirk fed me some of the
leftover food from his plate, before the girls came to collect the dishes.
Around the table, the other men either had slaves between their legs or in
their laps. Alley and I seemed to be the only ones not involved in some kind of
sexual act, apparently we’d earned our brief reprieve.

Until Milo’s gaze fell on me. “Silver,” he drew out the
sound of each letter as he held out his hand.

Fuck
. I mentally pleaded for the team to hurry up and
get to the twelfth floor. I wondered what was taking them so long, why no one
had noticed yet. And worst of all, I feared what would happen once they reached
us.

Kirk lifted me to my feet, his silent encouragement to help
buy us time, but I was afraid either my heart or brain would explode as soon as
Milo touched me. Despite the waves of fear and discomfort, I had to paste an
easy smile to my face as I dropped my hand into his warm palm.

As the chorus of groans rose around us, a man rushed into
the room and blew past us to the back end of the table.

I heard Ross mutter a curse and my gut tightened again.
Something flew across the room and smashed against a window, and I ducked next
to the table, afraid the next flying object would be aimed at me.

“Raid,” was all Ross could say before the men jumped from
their seats, cursing and shouting.

It had begun. All I wanted to do was curl up against Kirk,
or in a corner somewhere. Kirk jumped up, pulling me to my feet, and pushing me
toward Alley, who was gathering all of the girls on one side of the room.

“Someone must have tipped them off,” Ross said and my feet
slowed.

I couldn’t look back, I’d give too much away, but a hand
grabbed the back of my dress and threw me onto the table, I slid across it and
fell to the other side. My back burned, and my body uselessly refused to move.

“We don’t have time for this,” Milo hissed, grabbing one of
the men and whispering in his ear, before shoving him to the door.

Ross ignored them all and stepped around the table, pointing
a gun at me. “Looks like we should have listened to Kat.”

“It was me,” Kirk yelled. “She’s innocent.”

A chorus of gasps and murmurs moved through the room then
someone yelled for the rest of the girls to get out of the room.

No. Fucking idiot
, I silently screamed.

“Why?” Miles asked his voice barely more than a gasp of air.

“They offered me a deal. I wanted out.”

Ross raised the gun, pointing it over the table at Kirk. I
lurched, slamming into his gut as the gun went off. When I spun, I saw Kirk on
the floor, a puddle of red growing around him. I dove under the table, putting
my body over his. Holding my hands over the gaping hole as warm sticky liquid
flowed out. I didn’t care about anything but stopping the blood. I felt the
people moving around me, murmuring, cursing. Someone in the corner crying.

“Don’t…Silver—” Kirk whispered.

I looked up to see Miles pointing a gun at us, and I assumed
there were others doing the same.

“Let her watch him,” Milo chuckled. “A slow death is what he
deserves. Knowing he can’t do a damn thing to protect her now.”

Milo took off out of the room, with a few members of the
security team on his tail. No wonder the rat bastard had managed to survive so
long, he didn’t care about anyone except himself.

“You should go, Ross,” Miles said. “Follow him to the
chopper and get out of here.”

The room went silent.
Please listen
. I hoped I could
at least reason with Miles, beg for his understanding.

“No,” Ross said and my heart dropped out of my chest.
“They’ve cost me everything, I’m making sure they’re both dead.”

A gun went off and I jerked, waiting for the pain, for more
blood. Something thudded against the floor, and I finally dared to open my
eyes.

Ross lay next to us, in a puddle of blood that poured out of
his head. I raised my head and stared at Miles. Even he looked like he didn’t
know what had happened. His eyes were glazed over, his mouth flat.

When his gaze settled on me, he shook his head. He dropped
the gun onto the floor and rubbed his hands over his face. “It’s on you now.”

He ran toward the door, leaving me with the two bleeding
bodies on the floor. The copper scent burned at my nostrils, but I pressed
against Kirk’s wound. “Please, don’t die, Kirk. Don’t die.”

Chanting the words over and over, I just wanted him to wake
up.

“James, please.”

His eyes fluttered for a second then his face went slack.

I could still feel his shallow breaths, the faint pulse as
blood seeped around my hand.

Then, I heard more noises, voices. Feet charged into the
room. I kept my head down, terrified that it was only more members of Ross’s
crew. Hands pulled at my shoulders and I yelled out.

“Leave me alone. He’s bleeding.”

I fought them off, until I heard my name.

“Rose?” I looked up, a blond man stood above me in a SWAT
uniform. “We’re going to help him.”

The blond gently pulled me away from Kirk as two of the
others knelt around him, keeping pressure on the wound. I watched, suddenly
finding myself seated at the table with no recollection of sitting down.
“Please, don’t let him die.”

“We’re going to do everything we can—”

“No,” I yelled. “Do more.”

“Davis,” a man from across the room yelled and the blond
next to me nodded in acknowledgment.

Outsiders. I felt them watching me. They saw the girl
dressed up like a slut and used as a toy. I wanted to curl up and hide under
the table.

“Rose,” the blond next to me patted my cheek. “Do you know
where they went?”

“Helicopter,” I pointed in the direction they’d gone when
they left. “That way.”

“Do you know how to get to the roof?”

I shook my head,
why would anyone let a slave on the roof
?

“James is going to be okay,” he whispered. “He’s tough shit;
you don’t get rid of that so easily.”

I pulled my eyes away from the mess on the floor, they’d
packed his wound, but he still hadn’t moved again. Hadn’t made a sound.

“You were his contact?” I whispered. “Trent?”

“Yeah, he wanted to get you out long before now.”

“I know.” I felt void of all emotion, of all feeling. People
shuffled around me. Footsteps. Radios crackling.

The world moved impossibly slow and yet so fast that my mind
couldn’t keep up.

I was about to lose everything I’d known for the past few
weeks. Good or bad. I was about to be thrust into yet another new life. I
couldn’t go back to who I was before. I’d never see that girl again, no matter
how long I looked.

His radio crackled and beeped then I heard the popping of
gunfire overhead. They’d found the roof.

My insides twisted and I threw up. Miles was up there, and I
had no idea where Alley was.

“The girls?” I asked, choking on the taste of my vomit.

“We found them downstairs. They’re all safe.”

All? How did they know it was all? I wanted to run away from
him, to run down the hall and find Alley.

“There was also a man with them, and he’s been taken into
custody.”

“Miles?” I asked grasping on to the hope.

Davis squinted at me and shook his head. “They didn’t give a
name or description.”

A stretcher came in, and I followed the crew as they loaded
up Kirk and carried him to the elevator.