BLAKE: Captive to the Dark (7 page)

“Maybe I’ll
get lucky and find out.” The whispering against my ear had my hand snapping to the back of her neck, making her stay there.

“Don’t play with fire, Kaitlyn. You don’t know what you’re asking for. You can’t handle it.”

Teeth pulled at my earlobe and my grip tightened. 

“You’re not allowed to tell me what I can handle, Blake. Not yet.”

I pulled her head back to stare into her dim face. The lights from outside shined through the opened blinds casting a light glow in the room. Damn, she was gorgeous. “That’s where you’re wrong, baby. If I decide to have you, your opinion is of little consequence. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with your body and there will be no stopping me. You will belong to me always, or until I tell you otherwise. Your best bet is to pretend this never happened and go to sleep, because if you keep this up, California will be nothing but a thing of your past. Let
that
sink in.”

My hand let go and she laid her head down. If my cock could get any harder, I’d be surprised. Shit. Now what was I going to do? She wanted me. Or at least
she had until I probably scared the shit out of her. One day at a time. I had no doubt come morning she’d be asking me to leave. Well, I’d made things crystal clear. She’d know where I stood and that was bound to set her straight.

Darkness took over as I shut my eyes. Minutes went by and Kaitlyn’s tossing and turning had me opening them. “You can’t sleep?”

“No.” She sighed and rolled back toward me.

“Talk to me. Why not?”

“No reason. I’ll try to be still. I’m sorry. I know you’re tired.”

Silence had me dozing. Although I knew I was technically asleep, I couldn’t fully go under. Not while my body was still reeling at Kaitlyn’s teas
ing. I was in a constant state of beast mode and it was leaving my head a fucking mess.

Hours dragged on and dreams came and went, most of them I didn’t really focus on. Then
, I saw her. A predator, just like me. That look as she circled around me in the distance left me entranced. The side of my mouth lifted and I lowered my head slightly as I closed the gap that rested between us. Fuck, yes.

Dark hair hung in loose curls over her bare shoulders. The black dress she wore hugged to her body, begging for me to rip it off. It was the perfect material to shred between my fists. I’d get there. What I wanted most was her taste.

My hand clutched to Kaitlyn’s hair as I crushed my mouth into hers. Blood washed over my tongue and I licked across the cut on her lip. She moaned beautifully, shoving her breasts into me. The flavor was so sweet with just the right amount of tang. God. She was mine. All mine. I’d tasted her now, captured her essence and taken it into my body. That gave me the right to claim her.

The soft skin of her thigh was suddenly under my fingertips. A growl left my mouth as I traced them to her pussy. The swollen folds that greeted me had my lips back on hers. She wanted me.
Badly. I couldn’t believe how wet she was. My finger slid inside. The tightness that clutched to me was so warm. So…

Something told me I wasn’t actually dreaming. Sleep started to lift and I was suddenly aware that I was kissing Kaitlyn, for real. This wasn’t a dream at all. My finger may not have been in
side of her, but my hand was sure as fuck between her legs. Jesus. I pulled back, still tasting blood on my lips.

“I’m sorry
,” she whispered. “I only meant to kiss you once. I didn’t know…”

The dream replayed in my head. How much had I had done? “I hurt you.” It wasn’t a question. I reared back and slid off the bed, turning on the light. The blood that trickled over her lip had my
jaw tightening. “This was a mistake. I don’t know what I was thinking climbing into bed with you.”

“Wait. This is
my
fault.” She sat up. “You were sleeping. Why are
you
apologizing?”

The question had my
mouth dropping open. “Kaitlyn, look at you. I made your lip bleed.”

“It was an accident,” she said, defensively.

If only she were right. “No.” I shook my head. “That’s where you’re wrong. I told you my terms. You don’t know what you’re messing with. I like what I see right now. How about that? To taste your blood, it wasn’t only in my dream, it
is
a fucking dream. I would
love
to make you suffer. You’d hurt so good, baby. Biting, choking, cutting…you can’t take it. Not after what you’ve been though.” I shot her a look when she opened her mouth. She immediately shut it. “The thing is, Kaitlyn, even if you thought you could, I wouldn’t do that to you. I won’t.” How could I have teased myself with the thought of keeping her? Regret sunk into my bones making them feeling heavy, pulling me to the ground because of my stupidity.

Her eyes narrowed, angrily. “I get what I want
, and that’s you. What if I don’t leave you a choice?”

Chapter 6

Kaitlyn

Blake stalked to the door like a madman. I could tell he was torn
between whether to stay in the room or go. His eyes kept coming to me and I hated that he’d left the bed. The blood was nothing. I’d never been more turned on in my life than when he met my kiss with such intensity. If it were up to me, we wouldn’t have stopped. It was wrong that I’d kissed him in his sleep to begin with, but I never thought he’d react. Now that he had, I wanted more.

“Wipe your lip.” The pale blue of his eyes almost looked white
in the distance. They were so narrowed, and with the way he kept pacing, he looked every bit the animal I’d picked up on before.

“No.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Why don’t you come back over here and lick it off.
I think you’re full of shit. You said you liked my taste, prove it.”

He came to an abrupt stop
, just like when I’d made my declaration of getting what I wanted. But he kept silent for the most part. I knew he was thinking and I only hoped he’d see things my way. The uneasy satisfaction coursing through my already hot body was such a contrast. Part of me almost believed he’d give in while the other was scared he wouldn’t. I knew Blake was dark, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. Spanking, choking, pulling hair, all those I could deal with. The cutting, on the other hand, had sparked real fear, but I knew he wouldn’t really hurt me. He saved slaves. A person who did that wouldn’t go around maiming women.

“Your fever must have come back. You’re delirious.”

I laughed. “If I’m feverish, it’s because you neglected to get me off. Now, are you going to come back to bed or are you leaving? Because, seriously, I’m doing this with or without you. You don’t get someone’s blood pumping like that and pull back.”

“I was asleep,” he burst out.

“You were dreaming of it. You said so yourself. Which tells me you want me, whether you like it or not.”

Blake walked over and grabbed his blanket. “You’re fucking unbelievable.” The next thing he took was the pillow. “I tell you the consequences and you push me? I wasn’t lying, Kaitlyn. You’ll never leave Texas again. Never leave
me
.” He leaned in inches from my face. “That should scare the shit out of you. You don’t know what I am.”

I met his stare, opening myself up on the inside for the first time since I’d killed my captor. Really let the evil I guarded inside pour out until his eyes were widening. “Just like in poker, isn’t it? I’ll see your monster and raise you one night of no strings attached—hot
, pain induced, pounding. Give it to me, Blake. Give me your best shot. I don’t think you’re up for the task, truthfully.”

Fingers clutched to the back of my hair as his other hand wrapped around my throat, cutting off almost every ounce of oxygen I was able to take in. My heart swelled
. I could have sworn I fell in love with him instantly in that moment. No one had ever dared to touch me this way. Not even those Doms. But, Blake, he was different. Yes. Special. And just for me.

“You go too far. This is not poker. More like Russian Roulette.” The hand around my throat loosened and he bit his
own lip while he began tracing his thumb toward my mouth. “There’s a bullet ready to end the only life you’ve ever known. That bullet is me, in case you’re so thick you can’t see that. Things will never be the same for you, Kaitlyn. You’ve been a captive once. Are you ready to be another? Because that’s exactly what will happen if you continue provoking me. Think about it. Let your mind clear.”

My eyes narrowed. Some sort of satisfaction was written all over his face. I wanted to say something to push him back into his dark mode, but words wouldn’t come. He had no idea where my mind was at. I wasn’t ready to go home. Wasn’t ready to leave him. Not after we’d only just met. He could keep me safe.

“Smart girl. Looks like your brain started working again. Now, go to sleep.” Blake laid down all the way across the room, right on the floor. The fact that he couldn’t leave made me even more positive on my decision.

****

When I woke up from my restless night of sleep, Blake was gone. My heart sank like it’d been sucked into a black hole. The endless downward spiral was devastating. I’d gone to bed with the impression that maybe he’d want me to stick around when he woke up. When I saw he was nowhere to be seen, anger that I’d once again misread a man left me snapping at everyone who came into the room. I couldn’t believe how badly I’d been wrong. I thought he’d protect me.

And
, then, it happened. He appeared, exuding determination, clothed in sexy leather pants. The blond tips of his hair stuck out and he was sporting a pair of aviators. My eyes lowered to the tight, black T-shirt he wore. Fuck, he was the sexiest man I’d ever seen. The sadness disappeared instantly.

The two helmets and bag of clothes he held sent my heart into a rhythm that had the monitor singing a rapid melody all its own.

“Doctor says you’re good to go. You up for a ride?”

Oh, yes. On more levels than he could have imagined.

The nurse walked in, but I didn’t break my gaze as she took out the IV and disconnected everything.

“We’re going to need you to sign these papers, then you’re free to leave,” she said, lowly. But I barely heard her.

“Thank you.” Breaking eye contact made me afraid he was going to disappear. Maybe I’d latched onto him because of what we’d gone through. Hero worship, or so I’d heard it called. Blake’s beautiful face was the first one I’d seen in captivity that wasn’t a slave or Master. Like an angel, appearing in my own personal hell, he released me from the invisible restraints within myself. Saved me from the suicidal thoughts that had taken over. He was my light. But, good? Even I knew better than that. My angel was the devil, himself. All darkness within, in a body meant to tempt and seduce. Blake Morgan held good intentions within his surrounding immorality. It was fitting for my view of him. The devil was once an angel, after all, both good and evil. Yes. That’s who Blake was, and fuck me if I didn’t want him to cloak me in his sins and introduce me to his world so I could never escape.

But those were just daydreams. The fantasies of a woman addicted to all the wrong things. I had no doubt it was
also what had played a part in my abduction and sale into the slave world. After all, if I hadn’t been at the sex club, I would have never of been kidnapped upon my departure. It had been my own fault. My guilty pleasures had caught up to me and I’d paid. Now, here I was, ready to repeat that process. Perhaps, I’d gone a little mad while I was tortured and beaten. It made sense. Who wouldn’t? Question was, would Blake be worth it? Give me everything I’d always craved—searched for in the deepest recesses of the smut world? I’d be stupid not to find out. I might be even more stupid to go along with it. He was a stranger, after all. Somehow, that didn’t matter to me in the least. The risk was one I was willing to take.

“There you go.” I placed the pen
down while the nurse gathered the paperwork and left the room.

Blake came forward, setting the bag on the bed next to me. The aviators were hooked on his collar, hanging down the front of his shirt.  “I bought you some clothes.” He narrowed his eyes. “You ready to go home? I can take you to the airport right now.”

The black leather pants, black lace bra, and white tank top had me looking up. “You’re asking me?” I scattered the clothes on the bed, waiting for his response. Not a word left him. I shoved around the outfit. “No panties?”

He shrugged, refusing to
reply to either question. I couldn’t help but think the lack of undergarments only hinted at things to come if I stayed. The decision was solely mine to make. It was one that I didn’t even need to think about. As I shook my head, he quickly put up his hand.

“Let me make things clear. If you chose to leave now, I’ll be a good boy. We’ll jump on the plane
, I’ll stay for a few days until you get settled and comfortable in your place again, then I’ll leave.” He licked his lips. “But if you stay, like you say you want to, you’ll meet a new Blake. One you’ve only gotten the smallest glimpse of.” He held up his helmet. “I ride fast. Dangerous. I fuck even more so. You’ll eat and sleep, when and where I want. Dress in what I tell you to. Life will be like this until you can’t take it anymore and you ask to leave. These terms are only good for two weeks. If you’re here after then, you don’t get the choice to leave. I’ll make that decision. It might mean never. So choose wisely, Kaitlyn. I mean what I say. To question that would only place you in a world of trouble.”

The covers flew back with my toss and I grabbed the clothes. ‘Give me ten minutes.”

Blake stepped in my path, blocking my advance to the restroom. “You didn’t tell me your answer.”

“Do I need to? It’s obvious, if you ask
me
.”

He nodded, a quick movement that made his hair move just the slightest amount. “
California. Very smart of you.”

My eyes rolled in spite of me trying to stop them. “No, Blake. I’m moving in. At least for the next two weeks.” I stepped around him, only to have one of his arms snake around my waist and pull me back into him. The leather from his jeans against my bare ass was heaven. Damn, I loved leather.

The hospital gown fell over my shoulder and his teeth nipped at the sensitive skin. “You’re in so much trouble, baby. You have no idea.” Suction had a small sound leaving my lips. Blake undid the tie at my neck and spun me around. “Get dressed. Right here. Where I can see you.”

To think someone might walk in had me a little nervous, but I obeyed. After all, I figured he would do something like this.

The gown fell to the floor and I walked over by the bed to place the clothes down. First thing I put on were the leather pants. They were the perfect size. I didn’t question how he knew.

“So fucking perfect.” His eyes devoured me and my nipples instantly hardened. My confidence around him, when I shouldn’t have any due to the new markings, had to have been
the reason I felt myself latching onto him even more. A part of me felt like my old self. Not the destroyed slave I had now become.

I lifted the bra and placed my arms in the straps when he came forward.

“Allow me. We don’t want to mess up the bandages.” The hooks were easily placed, but he didn’t retreat. Breath brushed against my ear once again and it turned my legs weak. “One last chance, Kaitlyn. Leave while you still can. Before I damage you even more than you already are.” His hand settled just under my breast, turning my breathing deep and slow.

“You won’t hurt me any more than I
need.”

Vibrations from deep within his chest lightly hummed through my body at our contact. His hand made a path to the skin just above the lining of the bra. “Tell me to stop
,” he breathed out.

“More.”

“Is this what you want?” Blake dipped past the material and rolled my nipple in between the pads of his fingers. I cried out at the increasing pressure. “I give the orders. Not you, kitten.”

The pain twisted with pleasure was the perfect mix, but it still wasn’t enough. “More
,” I whispered again. “Harder.” The touch was suddenly gone and I was turned to face him. The hand that gripped my throat was accompanied by a stare that had my insides retreating, again. It shook my foundation just as much as the first time I’d seen it on the plane.

“When you’re better, you’re going to pay. I said,
I
give the orders.
Not
you. Now, put on the shirt.”

I obeyed, wishing he wouldn’t have stopped. I was playing a dangerous game. I wasn’t naive to that, but for the life of me I couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to.

Blake stepped away and pulled the door open, reaching down to grab a long rectangular box and another bag. “Boots and socks. Put them on.”

I managed to zip up the boots without letting the clasp slip through my trembling fingers. As I stood, I awaited his instruction. The power he emitted was downright rattling
, yet, I wanted more. To see just how far he’d go with his instruction. I was fascinated.

“The media is pretty thick outside. My bike is parked in the front so we’ll get out without having to deal with the majority, but I don’t trust them to
not try and follow. I’m going to drive fast we’re getting the hell out of this city before they can catch up. The ride is about forty-five minutes. Do you think you can handle it? The airport is a lot closer.”

My eyes narrowed. No way was I going back yet. Besides, it was just a motorcycle. I could hold on. “I want to stay. I’ll be fine.”

“All right. If that’s what you want.” He handed me the helmet and held his own. I took it, noticing it weighed a lot more than I had thought. Blake cocked an eyebrow at me, but didn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around my shoulders. “Let’s go. I’ll help you with the strap once we get outside the entrance. I want it on before we leave. That way, maybe they won’t notice it’s you, although I doubt we’ll be that lucky.”

The hallway was relatively empty as we made our way onto the elevator. The further I felt us go down, the more panicked I became. “Here.” I slid the helmet on. “I don’t want anyone seeing me at all. I…”