Madeleine Abducted (12 page)

Lifting
her easily, he removed her from the bed, carried her naked body out of the
room, but turned right instead of left; taking her to a different room than the
bathroom he’d taken her to that morning. He balanced her weight while using his
hand to open the large double doors at the end of the hall, passing quickly
through a bedroom dressed in decadence and excess, into a bathroom just as
beautiful and stunning to the eye. Placing her down on a chair near a marble
counter, he moved to the large, claw-foot tub in the center of the room. While
his attention was turned to filling the tub,
Maddy
looked around the large expanse, noted the dark marbles and stone surfaces, a
place dripping with masculine colors and materials. Even the tub in the center
was colored a deep black; veins of gold and silver wrapping their ways through
the stone from which the tub had been fashioned. Behind the tub, stood a
glass-encased shower with steps leading down into a sunken floor below. The
walls of the bathroom were painted a stunning red, broken up only by the dark
countertops and floors, the brilliant whites of the linens spread throughout
the room.

Aaron
turned back to her, but quickly moved to a closet behind her, taking out a
large white box before approaching her again. Placing the box on the counter,
he moved to pick her up. Her body went to flinch, but she remembered his words
from earlier, how she needed to learn to accept him so that she wasn’t thrown
to the wolves. Resigning to her fate,
Maddy
reached
up, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and allowed
herself
to be carried and placed in the warm waters of the bath.

Maddy
hissed when the water met with the open skin on her ankles and
wrists. Immediately pulling her legs and arms from the water, she draped the
injured appendages over the sides, allowing the cool air to soothe the burn
inflicted by contact with the water. Aaron stood up, walked to retrieve the
white box from the counter before moving the chair over to sit next to the
bath. Placing the box on the floor,
Maddy
watched as
his eyes heated while he looked over her body, his chest moving quicker in time
with his hurried breath. Forcefully wrenching himself from his perusal of her
skin, Aaron reached down to open the box, pulling out an antibiotic salve to
use on her broken skin.

“This
ointment will clean your wounds, keep infection from settling into the cuts.” Quickly
his hands moved to unscrew the lid, his fingers dipping down into the colorless
contents of the container. Spreading the cool gel along her right ankle, she
hissed out again, her head falling back from the pain. Aaron’s eyes raked over
the subtle bounce to her breasts as she moved, his teeth coming down on his
bottom lip as he fought to not take what could so easily be his. He continued
massaging the salve into her skin, moving from one leg to the next, then up to
her wrists.

Maddy
watched him as he worked to smooth the medicine over her
injuries. She noticed how the light shone onto his hair, making the black color
appear like it had hints of blue in its depths. The angle of his jaw was sharp,
deadly, but so beautiful in its shape that she could imagine the feel of
running her hand along the skin. When he looked up, she looked away quickly, a
blush racing across her cheeks from having been caught staring. A grin formed
over Aaron’s lips as he watched that blush turn into a heat that traveled along
the silken white of her skin, over her breasts and across the flat expanse of
her stomach. Her curves were so intimately feminine that he longed to sink his
teeth into the fleshy parts of her chest, her hips, and the heart shaped
perfection of her ass. Shaking himself of his desire, he dipped his fingers
into the water of her bath, cleaning them of the remaining gel before screwing
the lid of the container back in place.

Packing
the box of medical supplies back together, he moved to the closet to replace
the box. Grabbing out a large, soft white towel he moved back to
Maddy
, placing the towel on the chair before picking up a
washcloth and soap she’d not noticed before. He glanced over to her, the light
sparkling off the emerald color of his eyes. “I’m going to clean you, Madeleine
and you will allow it this time, understand?”

She
did understand, knew that there was no place on her body safe from this man’s
touch. Disgrace washed over her mind as she recognized a small bit of longing
for the feel of his hands, the return of the sensations he forced upon her
while she’d been chained. Her heart sped in its beat, her breathing becoming
quick and shallow as he used the soap to build a thick lather on the cloth. Reaching
over her, his arm brushed across the tip of her breasts as he massaged the soap
into her neck, along the soreness of her shoulders and down along her arms. She
watched as his lips parted, became impossibly more full as he worked his hands
across her skin, the silence between them deafening and weighted.

The rough feel of the cloth rubbed down over the tops of her
breasts, finally rubbing across where Aaron’s teeth had left their mark when
he’d corrected her earlier behavior. Sucking in a jagged breath,
Maddy
noticed how her body pushed upwards into his touch, a
sleeping demon aching for the sin his hands had forced through her body when
she’d been bared to his mercy before.

Aaron
watched as the tips of Madeleine’s breasts pebbled under the rough texture of
the washcloth. His tongue felt full and rough in his mouth as he moved the
cloth lower, along her stomach to the juncture of her thighs. A small moan
escaped her perfectly shaped lips, her hips thrusting forward begging for his
touch. Pulling himself back from the intensity of his desire, he rubbed the
cloth along the sensitive skin, noticing how it swelled at his touch. Instantly
confused, he looked up into her blue eyes, the swirling colors muddled by the
haze of desire, her lids fluttering closed as he washed her.

Confusion
clouding all logical thought, he watched as her body writhed before him, her
legs barely spreading, inviting his continued touch. He stopped momentarily,
but then started to move the cloth down the interior of one thigh when she
whimpered, her eyes fluttering open again, the force of the churning blues
burning into him. His hand stilled, her full lips parting, the begged whisper
barely loud enough for him to hear.

“Please
… ”

Slowly,
Maddy’s
hand smoothed down the skin of her own body,
her fingers lightly brushing over his as she pulled his hand back to a spot
she’d never explored, but one where he’d shown true mastery over her spirit. Aaron’s
mouth parted, his breaths forcing their way over his trembling lips, his pants
tightening impossibly full as he dropped the washcloth into the water and ran
his fingers between her slickened and swollen flesh. Was it possible that his
slave already craved his touch, the sensations no longer forced, but welcomed? When
he pressed down on the swollen bundle, a higher pitched, yet soft cry escaped
her lips, her back arched, pushing the bountiful weight of her breasts upwards,
the tight peak of her nipples poking out just above the water.

His
neck moved as he swallowed the lump stuck in his throat. His heart pounded
against his chest, feeling like it would push through as he watched her respond
to the pleasure he gave her. Remembering his place and hers, he pressed on,
knowing full well, her compliance would push him toward a dangerous edge, one
he was not sure he could back away from if too closely approached. “Please … what?”
His words were slow, the low baritone adding strength to the rasp of his voice.

Opening
her eyes, she pulled up her head, the corner of her mouth curling up at one
end. Only the sound of their breath and the light swirl of the water, before
she opened her mouth and breathed out, “Please … Master.”

Losing
his control, a shudder ran through his body. He bit his lip, forcing back the
desire to drive his hand deeper, taking a piece of her that could not belong to
him, not while she was his captive, an unwilling participant to his desire. Speeding
up the motion of his hand, his breath caught when he saw the shudder of
gratification vibrate along her body, saw her cheeks fill with a sinful glow,
her eyes roll under the thin lids above them. Her body tensed suddenly, her
chest stopped moving as she held her breath, was delivered to a place of pure
hedonistic pleasure and pain.

When
she relaxed, he pulled his hand away, closed his eyes, and attempted to
distance himself from her display. The friction of his pants against his
hardened length pained him; it begged to be released, to be wrapped within the soft
heat he knew existed inside this glorious beauty, which sat sated and satisfied
before him.

“I
believe you’re finished. Stand up, I’ll dry you.” Aaron pushed himself
forcefully out of the chair, needing to put distance between him and the
temptation of her body as quickly as possible.
Maddy’s
brows furrowed momentarily before she pulled her legs into the water; she
pushed herself into a standing position before him. He wouldn’t let his eyes
meet hers, couldn’t let her see the desire dominating his thoughts. After
wrapping a large towel around her, he held out his hand to help her as she
stepped over the lip of the tub onto the stone floor below.

Once
she secured her footing, he dropped her
hand,
the
friction of her skin against his was too much contact. “Follow me.” Taking
large steps out into his bedroom, he led her to the large closet, and pulled
her clothes from the chest where he’d hidden them. Separating out the clothes
that had been destroyed earlier in the day, he handed her the
untorn
set and motioned for her to get dressed. When
Maddy
complied, Aaron’s eyes perked up at the movement of
her body, his breath was so hot over his lips it burned. He shook his head,
replaced an indifferent mask over his expression as he stood over her,
shadowing her small form by his size.

“If
I allow you modesty, you must obey me in all other areas. Do not flinch from my
touch, when I ask you to speak, you’ll do so.” Staring down at her, he smiled
shyly as she nodded her head in understanding of his orders. Satisfied that
they reached this point, Aaron placed his hand against her back, led her from
his room and down the long corridor to the dining room.
Xander
sat up from the couch as they entered, his eyes widening to see Madeleine easily
complying with the commands barked out by Aaron.

Aaron
indicated for
Maddy
to sit in a chair he pulled out
from the table before he moved to the bar and poured himself a glass of scotch.
He lifted the glass to his lips, worked the bite of the liquor down his throat
with one forced motion and slammed the crystal tumbler back down on the dark
wood surface of the bar. Taking care not to look back down at
Maddy
, he turned to
Xander
,
barked out an order that Madeleine be fed, then in several large strides, he
crossed the room, threw open the doors of his office, slamming the doors behind
him as he disappeared into the dimly lit room.

Xander
turned back to look at
Maddy
. Her
eyes were locked on the wooden doors through which Aaron had just passed. A
hint of sadness furrowed her brow, and
Xander
was
left wondering what the hell had just changed between the Master and his slave.
Looking between Madeleine and the door one last time,
Xander
shrugged his shoulders and crossed through the kitchen to pull her dinner out
of the large refrigerator. He poured the contents of the dish that had been
delivered earlier onto a plate and placed it in the oven to heat.

“Does
he ever eat?”

Shock
tore through his body at the soft sound of her voice, the innocent question
that revealed so much more than she’d understood. Stunned silent for a split
second, a single laugh barked out from his chest, his lips turning up at the
appearance of a woman, completely opposite of the wild beast he’d just earlier
left chained to a bed.

“He
eats.” A quick glance between them before, once again, looking away.
Xander
kept his eyes trained on the oven as he heated her
food. “I’m a little surprised, Cricket. Was that concern I heard in your
question?” He chuckled. “Has your Master drugged you?”

She
sat so quiet for so long that
Xander
thought her
speech just moments ago had been a rare moment now lost. But when her rose
colored lips moved again, she gave him an answer so weighted with hidden
meaning,
he almost lost his hold on the plate as he lifted
it from the oven.

“Something
like
that … ”

Steamed
billowed up as
Xander
used a fork to release the
trapped heat in the food. Picking up the plate, he turned and placed it on the
table in front of
Maddy
. He handed her the fork, his
mouth once again curling into an amused grin. “Can I trust you with this, or
should I be concerned about suddenly having an eating utensil shoved in my
back?” He handed her the fork and returned to the kitchen to pour her a glass
of cold water.

Placing
the glass in front of her, he stepped back, waiting behind her as she ate. She
took a few bites then grabbed the glass, damn near polishing off the entirety
of its contents. When she replaced it on the table,
Xander
picked it up, moved into the kitchen and began to fill it again. He turned to
look at her over his shoulder. “Apparently, you’re thirsty.” He walked over,
placed it in front of her and took his place standing behind her.

Maddy
picked up her fork, began to scoop of a portion of the rice and
chicken on her plate, but placed it down again, turning in her seat to look at
Xander
. “You don’t have to stand there, lording over me. I
won’t run. After the events of the afternoon, I have a feeling there are far
more evil men on the other side of those doors.”

Xander’s
amused expression darkened at her words. Thoughtfully, he gazed
at her for several moments before responding. “Don’t mistake your Master’s
kindness for a weak spirit. He has killed more men than you’ve probably ever
known in your young life. There are different types of evil in this world,
Cricket. Some, more openly displayed than others.”

Her
eyes widened at his statement; wordlessly, she turned back into her seat, kept
her eyes trained on the food before her. He didn’t like scaring her, but she
couldn’t be allowed to believe weakness existed within the man to whom she now
belonged. Weighted silence hovered over them as
Xander
maintained his position of sentinel behind her, waiting until she’d had her
fill of the food and drink on the table. When she pushed the plate aside, he
stepped forward, took it from her and moved to place it in the sink. Moving
back beside her, he motioned for her to go to the living room to sit quietly on
the couch.

Maddy
complied without hesitation. Finding comfort in the clothes
that covered her body, she worried that any hint of rebellion would leave her
naked and cold without the luxury of
cloth
covering
her skin. Her eyes followed the broad and heavily muscled expanse of
Xander’s
back as he rinsed the dishes in the sink, before
bending down to place them in the dishwasher. When he’d completed his task, he
crossed through the dining room into the living room, sat down on a chair
positioned next to the couch.

Picking
up his phone from a side table,
Xander
read through
the many texts he’d received in the short time since
Maddy
had been in his presence. Reading a message from Jason,
Xander
stood immediately, strode quickly across the living room to knock on the door
of Aaron’s office.

The
door opened and
Xander
glanced back at
Maddy
, mouthed ‘stay’ and then disappeared behind the doors
with Aaron.

Aaron
looked up from his desk.
Xander
crossed the room and
stood above him looking down at the anger-ridden expression on his face.

“Did
she eat? Where is she now?” Aaron’s voice was concerned.

Understanding
flooded
Xander
, unease suddenly touching upon his
thoughts as to what, exactly, had happened between Aaron and his slave. “Is
there something that’s happened, something you regret?”

Shaking
his head, Aaron settled back into the leather chair. He joined the tips of his
fingers — forming a steeple — and pressed his index fingers to his
lips before responding. His eyes narrowed just as he pulled his hand through
his hair, obviously fighting some demon inside him. “No. I didn’t cross any
line not previously crossed.” He looked up pointedly at
Xander
.
“I came close, though … ” His voice a hushed confession. “ … She asked for it,
wanted me to violate her body, to return to her the force of her orgasm.” His
fingers came up to squeeze the skin between his eyes. “She liked it,
Xander
. There is something so absolutely wrong about that. I
almost threw her down and taught her exactly what it felt like to be a whore.”

Xander
stood still, his stance one of respect. He didn’t dare move
until Aaron had finished confessing that which haunted him. Slowly, he
responded, “Even if it’s wrong because it is done while she’s held against her
will, if she’s finding pleasure in your touch, why not grant her that small bit
of satisfaction … a miniscule trace of light in her darkness?”

The
deep hued green of Aaron’s eyes looked up, rage burning behind them. “I won’t
fuck her while she’s a captive. That part of her is not mine, not if it isn’t
freely given. I’m not like the monster who raised me, I’ll never let that
happen.” Aaron stood up, began pacing along the line of bookshelves on the
walls. “I need to leave,
Xander
, I have to clear my
head before continuing the training.”

Suddenly
remembering why he’d disturbed Aaron in the first place,
Xander
turned to his friend. “I have a good way for you to blow off some of that pent
up anger.” Smiling,
Xander
picked up his phone,
tossed it to Aaron across the room. “That text is from Jason. It seems, while
he was meeting with Patrick and his men discussing their loyalty to you, a spy
was discovered in the room. They caught him before he was able to leave.
They’re holding him so that you can find out exactly why your father would send
him.”