Mistaken Trust (The Jewels Trust Series) (50 page)

“Come on, come on,” he prodded, impatience in his voice.

Unable to change the naturally sexy manner in which she moved her body, she sensually swayed her hips back and forth, slithering out of the formfitting half slip, then held it in her hand.

Motioning with the knife toward the bed, “Put it there.”

Jewels obeyed.

“Now the stockings. Nice and slow, one at a time,” he ordered, again waving the knife at Marshall’s face.

Obediently, Jewels skinned off the stockings, holding them in her hand.

Ogling her every move, “Very nice,” he complimented with a dirty grin. Motioning with his finger, he beckoned for her to come to him.

Folding her arms across her bosom, attempting to cover herself with the stockings, she warily took a half step toward him.

“Get rid of those stocking and put your arms down,” he ordered, again waving the knife in Marshall’s direction.

Tossing the nylons on the bed, she stood stiff, shoulders scrunched up, legs squeezed together, arms pulled in tightly against her side, staring at the ground about three feet in front of her toes.

His eyes interrogated her body. Her breasts were full, nearly spilling over the lace cups of the white bra. Waist small and hips just the right width to complete the perfect hourglass figure. Legs long, lean, and tan. Hines thrilled at what he saw. To him, she was more beautiful than any beauty pageant contestant. More beautiful than he could have imagined; and he had imagined a lot, especially with his doll collection. But most incredibly, she was more beautiful than his mother.

“Now relax. Flip your hair. Model your bra and panties for me,” he said. Leering: “And make it like a sexy show,” Hines added, his tone raunchy.

“I-I don’t know what to do, Theo. My previous husband never made any requests like this of me.”

“The past is the past.
I
am your present and future. Do as I say. It’s your duty to please me.” Raising the knife to Marshall’s throat, he provided incentive.

“Please, Theo. Put the knife away. It makes me nervous. Scares me. Makes this harder to do.”

Nodding in agreement, Hines sheathed the knife. “Now show me what you got, Baby,” he said lustfully.

Inhaling a deep breath, she closed her eyes, mentally transported herself out of the dreadful cabin into her master suite. In her mind, she was with Robert ... Marshall? With her eyes closed she stood tall, arched her spine and tilted her head back, running her fingers through her hair and flipping her head side to side while swaying her hips to and fro.

Hines’ mouth dropped open. So did Marshall’s.

Keeping her eyes closed, she continued imagining Robert and her ... no, not Robert anymore ... Marshall. Yes, Marshall and she were in the bedroom ... no, not her bedroom ... a beach. Playing on a private secluded beach with Marshall. Yes. That vision would work. Striking sexy pose after sexy pose. Teasing him. Luring him in for the inevitable pounding animal sex sure to leave her breathless and satisfied beyond words.

As her fantasy with Marshall escalated, she turned her butt toward her imagined lover on the beach, spread her legs and bent over to look between her thighs, the tips of her long hair skimming the surface of the floor; a pose the thong panties, unbeknownst to her, turned X-rated for her audience.

Eyes brimming with erotic pleasure, Hines’ masculinity swelled.

Marshall’s mouth continued to gape. Eyes wide, fixed in astonishment as he stared.

Standing tall and facing her audience, Jewels held a sexy pose, opened her eyes, and looked at Hines’ forehead to avoid direct eye contact. “Theo, I feel cheap,” she said, embarrassment in her voice. “May I please stop?”

Abruptly his face changed. Lips pursed. Forehead crimped. Eyes angrily fixed at her ankles. “When did you take off those restraints?” he asked, not expecting her to answer.

Reactively covering her breasts with crossed arms and rounding her shoulders in a submissive posture laden with fear, she cautiously stepped backward.

“Put ‘em back on,” he ordered, drawing the knife to point at the pile of straps on the bed, then resting the tip of the blade once again at the base of Marshall’s throat.

“Okay,” she said with alarm. “Please, Theo, put the knife away.”

“I’ll put it away when I’m goddamned ready. Now get those fuckin’ straps on!”

“Okay, okay.” Reluctantly Jewels sorted through the tangled strips of leather. Even though she had stashed the ankle straps under the bed, unfortunately, there were still enough cuffs piled on the bed to restrain all four of her limbs and then some.

Settling on a cuff larger in diameter, she wrapped it around her right ankle, pressed the Velcro together.

“Make sure that strap’s on there good and tight, because if you don’t, I will,” Hines promised.

Nodding, she buckled the leather strap over the Velcro to fit snuggly around her ankle. When finished, she gazed up at him.

“Very good. Now proceed,” he said, motioning with his head to add a strap to her left ankle.

Obediently, she engulfed her left ankle in an identical restraint.

“Now put one on each wrist.”

Defiance swept her face. Hate filled her eyes.

Hines pricked the side of Marshall’s jaw with the blade tip.

Marshall growled.

Worry supplanted the insolent look on her face. Hines was right. Marshall
was
her Achilles heel and she’d do just about anything to keep Hines from killing him. Biting her lower lip, she picked up the leather cuffs from the bed and buckled them around her wrists.

“I better not be able to get more than a finger stuffed between your wrist and that cuff,” he warned.

Angrily, Jewels raised her left arm, extended it toward him, thrust her finger between her wrist and the leather and pulled on it. “See? Tight!”

Ignoring her flagrant gesture of contempt, “Now go to the side of the bed and get on your knees like you’re gonna say your prayers.”

What was this pervert planning do to?
Jewels’ heart thumped like it was plugged in to a sub-woofer. Mouth dry as newspaper. Gazing across the bed at Marshall bound to the wall, she slowly lowered herself to a kneeling position as Hines had commanded.

She didn’t know it, but Hines planned to play out one of his doll fantasies; the one he had mostly recently dreamed up. Darting over to the fireplace, he grabbed another piece of leather out of one of the cabinets, returned to Jewels’ side, dropped the thing at her feet. “Put the wide belt around your waist,” he instructed.

Picking up the contraption that looked like some kind of harness, she pulled it around her waist, buckling on the last hole, but it still fit loosely around her tiny waist. Two straps, about six inches in length, dangled from each side of the belt.

“Now clip those straps hanging from the belt to the D-ring on your ankles.”

“Why? What are you going to do to me?” Her voice cracked.

“Shut up and just do it,” Hines roared, threateningly adding, “Unless you want to see the Fed bleed.”

“No. Theo, please. I’ll do what you want.” Body trembling, she forced her heels upward toward her buttocks. Fingers cold from fear, she fumbled with the clips, which took a moment, but eventually resulted in performing the task of binding her ankles close to her waist.

“Now use your left hand to clip your right hand to the belt around your waist.”

“Stop! Don’t, Jewels! Don’t do it,” Marshall yelled.

“Shut up,” Hines snapped at Marshall. Turning back to Jewels. “Do it, now! Otherwise...,” he warned, darting over to Marshall and twisting the razor edge of the knife in front of his face, “your Fed hero gets filleted.”

Contorting her body to reach at the clip positioned to the rear and side on the belt, she bound her right hand to the waist.

“Very good,” Hines praised in a dirty guttural tone. Padding over to the fireplace, he slipped the MP-5 off his shoulder, parking it on the floor. Opening the cabinet, he withdrew two more leather pieces that looked like thin one-inch belts. One was substantially longer than the other. Trotting back to Jewels, he tossed the belt on the bed then dropped to his knees, approaching her left side on all fours. Cautiously. Curiously. Like a caveman investigating a new creature, he nuzzled his face close to hers.

Jewels dared not move. His breath was hot, foul, like he had eaten a spoonful of spoiled goat’s milk then gargled with it. “Theo, please stop. You’re scaring me,” she pleaded, pushing her free hand into his chest while leaning her torso away from his body.

Eyes widening with delight, he grabbed her free arm, brutally twisting it behind her to quickly fasten her wrist to the waist belt. “It’s called the forced kneel restraint,” he whispered in her ear. “Guaranteed impossible to escape from.”

Straining to no avail to reach the clips binding her hands and feet to the torturous harness, Jewels resorted to fighting the restraint, foolishly wiggling about, jerking her limbs and contorting her body. Only pitiful whimpers of torment and frustration escaped.

Laughing, “Good, I like a seeing-is-believing girl.” After watching her struggle a moment longer, he pounced on her neck, planting his mouth against it and sucking hard.

“Stop it!” Wildly, Jewels struggled in the harness. Twisted and turned her body. Violently yanked her arms. Tried to kick her legs. But the restraint maintained its escape-proof guarantee.

“You want a fight, pervert, come over here,” Marshall yelled, obviously attempting to distract Hines and draw his attention away from Jewels, but his tactics didn’t faze Hines.

Jewels continued to beg for Hines to stop, but he persisted, ferociously licking and biting her neck and face. Then just as quickly as he started, he relented, retracting his body.

Collapsing on her side, she shivered.

Snatching two leather belts off the bed, he latched his hand onto her arm, yanking her back into a kneeling position.

“Theo, you’re hurting me—”

“Shhhhh,” he said, quieting her by slapping his hand over her mouth and snapping her head backward.

Eyes pinched shut, Jewels’ jaw quivered under his powerful hand.

“Let’s get your elbows taken care of,” he calmly stated, removing his hand from her mouth to wrap the longer of the leather belts around her upper arms, just above the elbows. With a wicked pull of the belt, he jerked her elbows closer together, causing her back to severely arch and breasts to thrust forward.

Shrieking in pain, Jewels twisted in agony. Reminded of Cooman’s words telling her the Commander had a knack for kinky sex and torture, she never imagined this. And certainly couldn’t fathom how much further his sadistic bondage fantasies might go. Unfortunately, she knew she was doomed to find out.

Spreading his fingers wide across the back of her skull, he forced her head deep into the mattress as if to smother her.

Under his complete control, her resistance amounted to a few violent shifts of her bound body.

Gathering her long hair in his free hand to make a loose ponytail, he cleared her neckline. Keeping her face firmly buried in the mattress, he fastened a leather collar around her neck then fluffed her hair out over her shoulders before finally letting her head up.

Gasping for air, Jewels turned her head to the side and rested it on the bed.

Continuing to yell all manner of obscenities at Hines to distract him from Jewels, to which Hines remained undaunted, Marshall toiled to free himself of the leather strap tethering him to the wall. Jewels had tied the knots tighter than he expected.

Next, from the heap of leather Hines had tossed on the bed after Jewels admitted she remembered he was the Commander, he straightened two leash-type pieces and attached them to the D-rings on either side of the collar. The opposite end of one he fastened to the corner log of the headboard, the other to the footboard.

Anchored so she couldn’t move forward or backward or from side to side, she now knew how her horse felt when he was tied between the stall doors for a grooming session: helpless.

Returning to the fireplace cabinets, Hines retrieved something else.

Twisting her head to watch him, “Theodore, you’re scaring me. Please talk to me,” Jewels begged. “What are you going to do to me?”

SHHHWICKKKK!
Cracked the flogger in reply to her question.

As the thin rubber strands bit hard and deep into the exposed muscles of her bare back and triceps, she bellowed a window-rattling shriek, violently recoiling her body as much, or as little, as the brutal harness would allow. The collar prevented her from toppling on her side in hideous pain. Tears flooded her face as she gasped for air. Was this
the cat
punishment Cooman had threatened her with?

“Hines, get your coward-ass over here, you dickless bastard,” Marshall baited.

But Hines wasn’t biting. Leaning over to look Jewels in her eyes, “Doesn’t that feel good, Sweet Cheeks?” he taunted, a look of demented joy on his face, before stepping back behind her

“Noooo! Please don’t do this to me, Theo. I didn’t think you’d be a wife beater.”

SHHHWICKKKK!
The whip cracked again.