Make Me Yours Evermore, Book 3 (16 page)

“Way to go.” He grinned.

Did I just say that? I’d threatened her. Goddamn. What was I thinking?

But she didn’t look at me and unzipped faster. I scrunched my fist into the hair of her nape, angled her head back, and examined her.

Wide-eyed. Tongue playing with her lip. Fast breaths. Did she like that order?

I thumbed away some strands of hair from her forehead.

“Girl, you fucking kill me.” I slipped the tip of my thumb into her mouth, pushing past her teeth, thrilled at the curl of her wet little tongue over my skin. “Suck on that.”

She did. Several small sucks on my thumb tip. A pulse traveled straight to my cock. I kept my voice steady. “Now do that to my dick. Wrap those lips around me and suck.” Fascinated, I pushed my thumb in and out.

I pushed her head down and watched her pull out my cock, wrap one hand around the base and take a single taste. Crap. That gorgeous tongue again, curling around below the head of my cock then licking up to the eye and poking about, sliding down the whole length of me.

I gripped her head in both hands and she sucked most of a ball into her mouth.

“Jesus.” I half-closed my eyes. Her saliva cooled on my dick in contrast to her hot little mouth as she went up and down the shaft and the head, intent on painting me with her drool.

Then there were her teeth. I’d been worried about biting. Seemed like I was right, for the wrong reasons.

“Careful,” I growled when she pulled at the skin below the head.

I’d had enough. Her open mouth was close enough. I plunged my fingers deeper into her hair and twisted then directed her mouth until my cock was prodding her for entry.

She whimpered once but I shoved her down onto me, pleased at the muffled sound she made when I was inches in. I sat up and for a while I fucked her mouth, going deeper, hearing the slick sounds as my cock rode on her mouth moisture.

“That’s it, Kat. Be my little mouth whore. Fuck, that’s good.” The throb built slow and steady, peaking each time I drove all the way in. She was adapting to my rhythm, grabbing air when she could.

On a whim, I looked up at Chris while in as deep as she’d let me in. A couple of inches more and I’d be balls deep. “Damn! I’ve never…” The power rush from this was immense.

He smirked then went to one knee. “Let’s get her really helpless.”

After making a funny choking noise while still on my dick, Kat tried to get up. I grunted at the bolt of sensation. My cock pulsed, and my toes curled, but I kept my grip on her hair. She got nowhere as Chris did what he had when we fucked her, locked her upper arms together with his arm.

I pulled out to let her drag in a breath. Her eyes had rolled up when he’d locked her down. “You like that?”

She gagged and spat out some saliva but seemed oblivious to my question.

Well, I liked fucking her mouth. This time she put up no resistance when I plunged in all the way to the back of her throat. The explosion came within seconds, my cock jerking as I came way down inside her throat. I pulled her off and listened to her swallow rapidly then suck in a long spluttering lungful.

I sagged back in the chair, petting her.
This
was ownership. Seeing her lying there in my lap with her face covered in drool and tears, and her mouth still open from being fucked.

My heart stumbled back into a slower rhythm. I leaned up then cradled her and kissed her softly on her forehead. “Thank you.”

Though Chris shook his head at me, I gave him a lopsided grin and a shrug. “I’m learning too, you know. We can’t all be experts at the slave talk.”

That set him off laughing. Good to see – to know he still had that sense of humor.

Later that night Chris was intent on putting her back in the cage to sleep. Such a pity. I convinced him to allow her into his bed to be cuddled for a half hour or so. It was late, nearly eleven, and we were all tired, but I was determined to find out more about Kat.

She was on the quilt cover between us, wrists cuffed together, and not even wearing a dress this time, only panties and a bikini top. Wearing a dress in the cage wasn’t too practical. When she crawled the dress caught underneath.

In the light from the bedside lamp, I studied the swirls and specks in her gray eyes.

From the buzz of his snore, Chris seemed to be asleep already.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For?”

Her shoulder rolled as she shrugged. “Letting me up here. The mattress in the cage is uncomfortable.

I drew in a breath, thinking, stirring the curls of her hair where they fanned across the pillow. “Generous of you. I think I’d be trying to spit roast me, if I was you. Are you trying to get on my good side?”

Her eyelids flickered closed, then she opened them again, “I’m having trouble hating you. You seem…nice, apart from being
his
friend.”

I wondered how genuine that statement was.

I reached down to play with her hands, running my fingertips over the sides of her fingers. So tiny, so feminine. “Not going there. I figured you needed human contact that wasn’t just sex and ordering about. Cuddling is good for the soul. People need to touch people in a loving way or their immune systems go downhill and they curl up into a ball and fade away.”

She smiled, watching my fingers toy with hers. “I’m glad you didn’t want me to fade away.”

“I might have done this for any woman Chris decided to keep.”

Kat paused to study me. “I guess you might, at that. You’re too good to be here. You should run away. Go, while you can. This won’t end well. I’m going to make sure it doesn’t.”

Amazing. “Are you threatening us? Seriously? With him behind you? After tonight?”

That shut her down. She looked at her wrists. This time I was sure those were tears reflecting on her eyelids. “Hey. No crying allowed.”

She coughed and swallowed. “You’re fucking kidding me?”

“No. I’m not.” Face what you did, man. “Just because I made you give me a blow job you doesn’t mean I want you crying. The opposite, in fact.”

“Tough shit.” She sniffled. “We don’t always get what we want.”

I narrowed my eyes. “I did. I wanted you.” My heart did a hard tattoo, reminding me of her attractions. Lying as she was, things were squashed together. I glanced at her cleavage then ran my fingers down that sexy valley and along beneath her breast. “I got you.”

“Still can’t stop me crying.”

“Huh.” I kissed her softly then pulled away. “Tell me about you. Tell me…” I needed to know. I plunged into the deep end. “Tell me why you had bondage as something you wouldn’t do and yet whenever Chris and I hold you down, you react…well.”

Like some sort of arousal button that had seemed to be. I was curious. I hadn’t seen that happen before. Maybe I’d just needed to try it on a girlfriend?

Kat went quiet for a long time before she muttered, “Fuck. You don’t get to know everything about me. You just don’t.”

“True. It’s up to you. You can keep as many secrets in your head as you like.”

I waited while she took some deep breaths and blinked away more tears then raised my eyebrows.

“I had a boyfriend, a Dom. I thought –” She twisted her mouth. “He was like the best at first. Knew all my buttons to press, I kneeled at his feet, adored him, and then I went home with him and I became his slave. Voluntarily. Things changed in a way that made me doubt what happened. I thought when things went wrong, when he found fault with me, that it was automatically my fault. But for six months he used me like some girl who was his experiment at mind control. I know now it was abuse, not kink. Getting out was like escaping from a prison camp.”

“Go on.” I pulled down her top on one side and played with her aerola.

“Hey. You can’t expect me to –”

“Keep going.” I ran my nail around the circumference and smiled at how her nipple popped up.

Kat wriggled. “Stop doing that.”

“No.”

She frowned. “Erik… He used to like to tie me up and put a knife to my eye.” She made a funny choked sound then paused as if suddenly aware she was telling me too much. She twitched her eyes sideways. “Don’t tell
him
that. Please?”

“I won’t.”

Chris had stopped snoring but I wasn’t pointing that out.

“After him, I wanted to still be involved in the BDSM community, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do some of the things I…I used to…” Kat’s lips twitched.

She was scared to, in other words. This was a revelation. If I could just be sure of what to do with it.

“Like?”

“What do you mean?”

She seemed to be being deliberately dense. Or was I reading something in that wasn’t there?

“Like what didn’t you do?”

“I don’t know I want to tell you.”

I screwed up my mouth. “You already admitted one of them.”

“Huh.” She paused a long while and, when she spoke, some of her words seemed as if they stuck in her throat. “I still do pain. It helps me, if anything. I just didn’t do anything where I felt trapped, or heavy dominance or…”

I waited.

“Did you enjoy it with us?”

Thunk.
The very air seemed to die. Wrong thing to ask. Obviously.

“I said enough. Why did I say that?” She shook her head fiercely against the pillow. “Why? To you?”

I kept my hand on her but let her outburst go.

She’d liked it. I was sure. But was all this reason enough to do what we did to her? Making her do kinky stuff she’d become scared to try? No, of course not. Chris and I were keeping her here just because we wanted to and we could. I took a breath. We were kidnappers, and…we were rapists. I hated that word but it was true.

I put my hand to her eye and drew a wisp of a line under her eyebrow, imagining how cruel a man must be to put a knife there when he knew it terrified her. “I like you,” I said softly.

“You like me?” She coughed out a laugh. “Andreas, you are a one of a kind. I guess…I like you too.”

“Guess?”

She shrugged. “In the circumstances, I think that’s pretty good.”

Not the best answer but she had reasons to be coy.

If she ever truly showed she hated me, I was leaving so fast I’d have burn marks from the air friction. If that meant leaving her with Chris, so be it. Though since I wouldn’t help her escape, and I would never betray him, I’d be caught between two bad decisions.

Shit. I’d cross that bridge if I ever came to it. The flip side – if she ever truly showed she cared for me, I was never ever going to leave her.

I listened to Andreas and Kat softly talking for a long while, about her past and sometimes about his. I knew he was touching her and from the small movements of her body that it aroused her. Some of what she told him, I knew. Some things surprised me. I’d known of Erik, but not of how he’d affected her. The man was a respected Dom though he’d left town ages ago.

Maybe that’s why she’d never said anything about him? Maybe Kat had been too traumatized to say? It explained her behavior, gave me ideas on how to train her. I’d have to be careful with knives. I’d be careful, full stop. Total panic was never my goal.

Drifting in and out of sleep made it difficult to be certain of the time. I couldn’t see the clock but their talking surely went on past midnight. Andreas finally helped her to the cage and went to his bedroom.

I lay there fully awake, listening to her move about to get comfortable, and to the swish and rattle of trees outside. The wind had picked up. Perhaps it would rain tomorrow? The air smelled damp.

I replayed what had just happened.

The more I’d listened to them, the more my chest had hurt, like someone had stuck a claw in me and was slowly extracting strings of my flesh through the incision. Why? Annoyance? Jealousy? Maybe a bit of anger even?

I thought I’d adapted to Andreas asking to share her with me. Now, though, after he quizzed her like some guy on a romantic date – fuck. I was envious. I never intended for love to enter into the equation between Kat and me, it wasn’t realistic. No matter what I’d said to Andreas. Devotion, submission, yes. Not real romantic, gooey love.

Yet here he was, heading down that path, or that’s how it seemed.

I knew he wasn’t going to run off with her. Not Andreas. Not physically. But he was, in a way, stealing a part of Kat. It fucking bugged me.

Let it be.

I turned over and punched the pillow into shape. Then I closed my eyes and made sleep my bitch.

When I checked my emails in the afternoon, there was one from Vetrov.

I heard about the attempt to leave prematurely.

Damn. That would be Scrim reporting about Kat. What else would the man do except report it to Vetrov?

The chat icon was on so I logged in.

C: It won’t happen again.

V: Your friend was a risk. He still may be. Though less so now. I gather he is also helping you with training?

Scrim was good at watching.

C: Yes, he is.

V: Good. You are almost family. He is not. Remember that.

I loaned the house to you on the proviso there would be no risk. I tell you this as a longtime friend. If the incident is repeated the person will accompany my next shipment. I cannot afford risk. Understood?

Crap. I wiped my hand over my head, smoothing down my short hair, and dug my nails into my scalp for a second. Steady.

C: Understood.

I thought a moment, my mouth dry as dust. I’d rather a MMA bout than this conversation. The man was talking about taking away Kat and sending her wherever the fuck Vetrov sent his sex slave shipments. Overseas, somewhere, I was fairly certain. I wiped my hands on my shorts.

C: Everything will be fine.

V: Yes. It will be. Expect a shipment in the next week or two. Stay out of their way and they will stay out of yours.

A shipment? What the hell? That had never been mentioned before. I’d have to check with Scrim.

If there were somewhere else I could have gone to that was safe, I would’ve gone ASAP.

Andreas would be the main problem – keeping him oblivious of the human trafficking going on. Shit. I sat a while, staring at nothing. I’d have to lie to him. More than I had. So far it had been by omission.