Captive to the Dark (8 page)

The moment we reached the edge of the bed I lowered to my knees and bowed my head. I knew how a slave should act. Or, at least, I thought I did. My wrists came together and I raised my hands over my head. Giving myself to him to do as he wished.

“Look at me.” The demand was soft spoken. My eyes rose, but didn’t hold his stare. “No. You will not play that role without your admission. Say it.”

Damnit. My mouth parted but nothing would come out except a sound of desperation. Was this so hard?
Say it, Mary. Tell him he owns you. It’s so easy. Just speak!
Fuck, I couldn’t. How was I ever going to escape if I couldn’t obey? My eyes raked over his hard body, all muscle and definition. The
V
that was exposed from the towel hanging at his hips made my mouth water and it only angered me more. I jumped to my feet and snatched the rope. “I’ll do it my fucking self.”

“There’s my girl.” His hand grasped my throat and slammed me onto the bed. The muscles constricted and I took a deep breath as best as I could. “You’re a fighter, Mary. I like that.” He tightened his hold and grabbed my arm, sliding me to the head of the bed. Pain bit into my thighs as he wedged my legs apart.

Water dropped down from his dark hair, splattering on my cheek. He leaned in until he was only inches from my face. “
Never
tell someone your weakness. You made the biggest mistake of your life by telling me yours.” Fingers rubbed over my folds and I could feel myself growing wet at his touch. My hips jerked to the side, only bringing him closer to my opening.

“When you give your enemy something to go after, they’ll take it without a second thought. If I wanted, I could strip your virginity from you. You hold on to that more than anything. Why shouldn’t I want it?” His eyes narrowed. “I do, you know. God, I want it.” The grip loosened and he slid his rough cheek against mine. “Soon, Mary Hagen, you’ll be mine in every way possible.”

A moan slipped free and I moved my hips. Damn my treacherous body. I did want him despite my mind going against everything I’d decided since I was thirteen.

“Fuck. Keep moving. You’re so wet for my cock.”

A finger slid inside of me as deep as it would go before hitting my wall, and I gasped.

“So you’re telling the truth.” Teeth pulled at my earlobe, tugging gently. “I thought maybe you were lying, but the thought was still hot. Feeling the proof for myself, I couldn’t want you more.” Another finger joined the first and my hands jerked to his biceps. Pleasure built deep within me until I felt like I was going to explode if I didn’t release. My hips moved faster, wanting some unknown need I’d never felt before.

Continuous sounds poured from my mouth. The grip on my throat disappeared and my captor grabbed my wrists while he lowered. My head flew up from the pillow. “What are you doing?”

“No questions. Lie back before I snap those handcuffs on you.”

That was the last thing I wanted. Cautiously, I lowered back down while he bit along my lower stomach, working his way down even more.

“I’m going to lick and suck all over this pussy. Tell me you want it.”

My head shot up. “You can’t do that.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “No? I think I can. You’re not going to seriously tell me you’ve never had a guy do that before.”

Fear surged through me. I wasn’t sure why. “No one is allowed to touch me there. I don’t allow it.”

“But you’ll let them fuck your ass? Hurt you?”

“Yes.”

A dark smile spread across his face and his teeth bit into my stomach again. “Tell me you want it.”

My hips moved, sliding my pussy against his neck. Hot tingling surged through me at the rough, wet friction. “Do it.”

The victory I was so sure would be on his face wasn’t. Just pure focus on what he wanted. Slade lowered, kissing his way to the top of my smooth folds. I’d always waxed. Couldn’t stand shaving and didn’t like having the thick curls. I’d never been more thankful in that moment. Embarrassment should have set in, but I was too hot to care at this point.

Instinctively, my back arched the lower he went. “Wait. You have to tell me your name. Please. I can’t keep going if I don’t even know who you are.”

Teeth sunk into my inner thigh. I screamed and jerked against the pain.

“Say it. Tell me who owns you.”

My head rose. “Your name, first. Then, I give you my word. I will say what you want to hear.”

The gray of his eyes shone brightly while he studied me. “If you’re lying, I’m going to carve my name into your skin. I still might. You really want to know it?”

Why had his words nearly brought me to orgasm? Why did I want him to stay true to his threat? I nodded. “Tell me.”

“Slade. Slade Roberts.”

The room spun and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching to clasp my hand over my mouth.
Slade Roberts. The Slade Roberts.
It wasn’t possible. Couldn’t be. “You’re the owner of Slade Industries. Rivals with the Brighton’s.”

“And, now you know. You see, they didn’t have a clue it was my sister they were taking, and they made a huge mistake by assuming I could never discover the truth of who was behind it. But I did. I’ve done everything I can to uncover where Lily is, but only they’ll be able to figure that out. For your sake, they better, because you won’t fare well in this life, little Mary.”

Slade’s teeth sunk into my other thigh and I groaned as he broke through the skin on that side too. My hands were pulled down tighter, wedging beneath my ass. While his tongue licked over his marks, I felt the fog of desire wipe away all thoughts. Nothing existed except where his tongue was going next. I held my breath as he moved closer to where I was suddenly craving for him to be.

Chapter 6

Slade

The warm tang of Mary’s blood took over my senses like the most addicting drug there ever was. I wanted more. To transfuse myself with her innocence and dilute my life of sin and debauchery. She may have dabbled in things with her past, but she and I weren’t even comparable. At almost thirty, I’d spent my life building up what I had. Spending almost every night with a different woman, doing as I pleased, whenever I wanted. It wasn’t until Lily disappeared that reality had crashed into me, hard.

My sister. My responsibility. Gone. All because I was too busy to watch out for her. I’d taken care of Lily since we were young. The parents we had weren’t much of a mother and father. They traveled the world, expecting their hired help to take care of us. When they were killed, I was twenty. It was only natural for me to get guardianship over her. After all, I’d taken care of her up until that point anyway. College and responsibility over a ten year old was the most trying time of my life, but she and I had pulled through just fine.

When I was hired by P&R, my first company, I went right to the top. It didn’t take me long at all to have a high rise office. My ideas were genius. They loved me, and I loved working there. But like everything in my life, I wanted more. Needed to control what I knew should have belonged to me. I used more than three quarters of my inheritance and bought the company, taking a gamble. It paid off, multiple times over. I bought more companies all over the world, merging them into Slade Industries.  I was on top of the world…and then it crashed to the ground with one frantic phone call from Samantha Andrews.
Lily was missing.

My hands pushed Mary’s thighs wider, locking my thoughts away. I wouldn’t think of Lily right now. There was time for that later. Now wasn’t it. Mary was my focus. She blew me away with her sudden openness. I hadn’t been expecting it and sure as hell didn’t know what to tell her concerning her issues. It pissed me off that someone could hurt a child, but her father said he’d taken care of it. No doubt he killed the man. I sure as fuck would have. And I’d taken plenty of lives in the last three months. Fucking scum traffickers. I’d kill them all if Governor Hagen didn’t pull through. Shit, I still might. It’d be fun. Like shooting fish in a barrel.

“Slade.” Mary’s head rose and she looked down at me. The slow licks of my tongue traced her folds. I wasn’t ready to connect with her clit or push toward her slit. Mary’s juices took me over, and I couldn’t get over how fucking wet she was. I’d never seen anything like it. The darkness in me swirled and I couldn’t help but do things like bite her, or choke her. She drove me crazy to the point of madness. Her curves were perfect, her face…so damn innocent. Not like her sister at all. I would have fucking destroyed that stupid bitch had I gotten my hands on her. Jordan’s work wouldn’t have compared to what I wanted to do. She’d be dead by the time I was done. Taking
my
sister. Fuck!

I closed my eyes against the anger and instead, sucked Mary’s clit into my mouth. She instantly fought to get her hands free, but I held them tighter. Slowly, I eased the suction until my mouth broke from her pussy. Sweetness coated my lips, begging I sample more of the essence of my slave. I’d had her blood. Now, I wanted her come. I wanted to take every drop she had to give. She was going to have the best orgasm of her life and it was going to belong to me.

“Tell me who you belong to.” My tongue swept over her opening and she moaned, loudly. The flush that tinted her cheeks had me mesmerized. Out of all the photos I’d seen, over all the time I’d watched her, she’d never looked more beautiful than she did glowing from what I’d done. Me. It was all because of me. “Say it.”

Silence. I sunk my teeth right next to the bite mark I’d done earlier. “Now. Say it before I do it even harder.”

Her pussy moved in front of my face and I knew she wanted me to continue. “I’m yours. You own me, Slade.”

Victory. I pushed my tongue in deep at her admission. My adrenaline soared. Dominated. The need to fuck her hard and fast killed me. She wasn’t ready. I knew that. But, shit, I wanted her every way possible. The virginity she treasured would become my prize. More than anything, I knew I’d be the one breaching that barrier, and I couldn’t wait. There was no turning back. She’d spoken the words. Gave herself to me. There was no changing her mind. Ever. If my sister was returned to me, Mary might not be my captive anymore, but she’d always be mine. I’d take her any damn way I wanted, and anywhere I pleased. There was nothing she or anyone else could do about it. I owned her.

“Slade.” Her hips pumped faster and I reached up, squeezing her nipple.

“Say it again. Scream it, over and over.”

The spasms that rocked her were fierce. She twisted, screaming. “I’m yours! Please. Yours.” The clamp of my other hand on her hip held her immobile. There was no way I was going to let her take my come by moving. I made that possible and I’d stay right here until I licked her pussy dry, if that’s what I wanted.

I moaned at the warm rush of her release. The more I tasted, the harder I held to her. My tongue didn’t stop exploring her pussy until she began to move against me again. Only then did I lift and flip her on her stomach.

“I’m going to fuck you now.” The lube rested in my nightstand and I reached over, taking it. As I coated my fingers I stared down at her perfect ass. Finally, a woman who had something to actually grab onto. The last few had been a hundred pounds soaking wet. It wasn’t my taste, but whatever. I used them to get what I needed. With Mary, I’d hit the jackpot.

My cock twitched in my hand. I had enough pre-cum to provide my own damn lube, but I added more, coating my thick length. She jumped as I poured it over the opening of her ass.

“You afraid?” I leaned over, nuzzling my nose just behind her ear. “Tell me you’re afraid.”

The way her eyes grew as she looked back at my cock was just what I needed. My finger circled around the lube and eased into her back entrance. I felt the moment she relaxed, and I surged further. A frown came to my face. For letting people fuck her ass, she was awfully tight. Hell, I wasn’t sure I’d fit without really hurting her.

“How long has it been since you’ve been with someone?”

“I have toys.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

I eased another finger into her and felt her clench around me.

“Two years. One month. Fourteen days.”

My hand froze. All that time and I caught her right before she almost broke that streak? Thank God I had. More innocence for me to feed off of.

“You’re not going to be able to take me, Mary.”

She pushed back, sliding my cock down the slit of her ass. “Try. I can.”

“Not with pleasure, you can’t.” I spun her over and pulled up her arms, locking them in the cuffs. I’d try to see how far I could get, but it basically came down to how much pain she could handle.

More lube coated my fingers and I worked them deeper into her ass. The longer I went, the easier it became. At three fingers, her hands turned into fists, but I didn’t stop. It didn’t take long before she slowed her breathing. A spark of excitement thrummed through me, making my cock pulse. Mary would do it. She’d take me.

“Lift your knees to your chest and put your feet in the air.”

She obeyed and I gripped my cock, easing it into her opening. I hadn’t gotten the tip in before her breath caught. Pausing, I let her adjust. My jaw clenched at the tightness, but I pushed in further. Metal rustled while she moved her hands. I poured more lube over where we were joined and withdrew, only to enter her even more. Over and over, I repeated that action. Three quarters of my cock was buried in her ass and the sight had me working hard to rein in the impatience to make her mine, completely.

“More. Fuck. Give me more,” she moaned.

I laid her legs to rest over my shoulders and all I could do was nod. If she wanted it, then I’d give it to her. My cock slid out a good inch before plunging into her fully. A moan accompanied with tears left her. I fell forward, at her mercy, loving what she giving me. My lips crushed into hers while I thrust, slowly.

“I’m going to take care of you, Mary. Never worry about that.” My tongue licked the tears from her face. The saltiness had me closing my eyes and kissing her more. Whatever it was that was so different escaped me during that moment. I never promised things to women. Never bought them anything or staked my claim. She was different. Maybe it was because, deep down, I knew I wasn’t getting my sister back and Mary was solely mine. As heartbreaking as that was, I wasn’t naïve to the way trafficking worked. My sister was gone and I’d replaced that longing by taking a woman I’d spent a month obsessing over. Watching her was one thing, but having her here was completely different.