Taken (4 page)

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “Take off your bra. Do a sexy dance for me. Tease me. Remind me why I want to fuck you.”

She studied him as he walked toward a massive leather chair, removing and tossing his jacket. Swallowing hard, she began to dance, twisting her body in a jerking rotation before he detected her hesitation.

“Show me the woman inside.”

“I don’t know her.” Jess hated to admit.

“You will. I assure you, you will.”

A soft laugh pushing past her lips, she began again. Her moves seemed stilted at first then she closed her eyes, pretending she was in her own living room. She hummed, although she had no idea what or if the tune was real.

“Very nice.” His voice was more of a purr.

A slight smile remained on her face. She undulated and within a few seconds felt more comfortable. As she swayed her hips she looked over her shoulder, catching his eye. The expression on his face was carnal.
He’s going to take you, fuck you. Use you.

Craze grunted and cross his legs, holding his open fingers away and in front of his face like a pyramid. “Keep dancing.”

Jess did as she was told and with every step, every twist of her limbs, she inched closer.

“Excellent. Show me what you so hunger for. Show me the woman who hides inside. Show me the vivacious whore, one needing discipline as well as domination.”

Whore
. On any other day the word would have incensed her. Today she was turned on, her pussy quivering. Yes, she was a dirty little slut, one who needed to please, was honored to serve.
You’re a whore, a dirty cum sucking whore.
Every cell in her body was on fire, tingling as her thoughts rushed to new depths.

He sat up in his seat. “Show me my slut.” Fingering his belt, he raised a single eyebrow.

A cold child swept over her.

Craze unfastened the buckle. “You heard me.”

Excitement surged through her. This was terrifying. This was intensely unbridled. This was unexpected.

Shaking his head, he sat forward and removed his belt, fingering the leather strap.

He was going to whip her. Blinking, she bit down on her lower lip.
You’re such a bad girl. You need a harsh spanking and…

Crack!

When the belt hit the floor, she cringed. “I…” No, no. This was something she’d craved.
Okay. Okay!
She continued dancing, every move exaggerated, seductive. Purring sounds floated from her mouth as she covered her breasts with her hands, cupping and squeezing. Opening her legs wide, she bounced up and down, swaying back and forth, until her ass nearly dragged the floor. Her strong leg muscles kept her upright and with her tall stilettos, she could easily tell the effect she was having on the mystery man.

His groin was thick, his breathing ragged. “Pinch your nipples for me. Hard. Do it!”

Her obedience immediate, she plucked her nipples until they were rigid, then pinched, twisting until she yelped. The pain was instant. “Ooohhh…”

“Use more force.” His face held a warm flush.

Mesmerized, she did as she was told.

“Very nice. You’re a natural born slut. Now come here. Come to me.”

Craze rested his head on his hands, his eyes never leaving her as she closed the distance. She moved in front of his legs, just out of reach. Taking a whiff she moaned. His scent was intoxicating.

He looked into her face as he breathed out. His eyes never blinking, he slowly eased his gaze downward as he stroked the leather, his fingers moving up and down the long strap. “Women need to be whipped, every aspect of their lives. You’re very disobedient.”

The action was provocative, so intimate, and every inch of her body was covered in goose bumps.

Very gingerly he rubbed one hand up the sides of Jess’ thighs, his fingers kneading her skin. “Open your legs.”

Jess shivered from his touch and slid her left foot out.
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
She could hear the echo of her heart beat in her ears. She wanted to reach out and touch him, run her fingers through his hair, but she knew better. He was in charge. Only he could allow permission.

“You smell divine.” He tipped his head and scooted closer, pressing his lips against her stomach. He dragged the edge of the belt down her arm, inched the well-worn leather between her legs.

“Oh God!” The touch was electric, shooting current directly into her cunt.

Craze licked around her bellybutton as he brushed the tip of his finger back and forth across the top of her panties. “Are u wet for me?”

“Yes.” Shaking, fear had created a heady batch of adrenaline, leaving her mouth dry.

“Are you hungry for me?”

“God yes!” Hearing the exasperated tone in her voice, she gasped when he dragged his index finger down the center of her thong to her pussy lips, just peeking out the thinning fabric.

“Very wet.” A dark chuckle floated between them. He slipped his finger between her legs, drawing a line back and forth, every stroke deliberate.

Crack! Slap!

Jess jumped as the strap hit the floor. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She didn’t know this man.

“You will obey me.”

Her entire body on fire, she dropped her head and was forced to grip his shoulders. She gazed down, her eyes watering, her long hair draping over his collar bone. The moment he touched her bare skin, beads of perspiration rolled down the back of her neck. “Yes…I…” She heard the slight growl just seconds before she felt his mouth on her mound, sucking her wet panties.

He wiggled his finger past the thin elastic, swirling the tip around her clit.

The belt never left her skin, a subtle reminder. Visions of her father whipping her, taking her into his office, surfaced with a vengeance. The punishments were rare, but brutal and very effective. “Mmm…”

“Hot and we.”

“Oh…” A man’s touch had never affected her this way before. The second she closed her eyes she sensed the pressure of her panties being ripped from her body.

Whoosh!

“You certainly don’t need these.” With several fingers, Craze parted her pussy lips.

She looked down, watching as the torn material floated to the floor.
Run. This is crazy. You don’t want him.

But she did.

Looking up, there was no compassion, no remorse in his expression. He grabbed her by the neck, shoving her to the floor. “Now you’re my whore. Suck me.”

Her knees hit the cold hardwood with a stinging thud. Everything about this was wrong. Fucking wrong. Now she was panicking.

His grip remained, squeezing her neck until she coughed. “Take out my cock and suck me. If you bite, I’ll beat you.” He jerked her head into his lap.

This was no longer playtime. Her face pressed firmly against his throbbing groin, she held out her arms as she struggled to get away, her muffled sounds full of fear.

Slap!

The single strike against her back shocked her entire system. She was captive in his hold, unable to move. The single slap was harsh enough her teeth chattered.

“I told you, hesitation only brings pain.”

Crack! Pop!

The two additional whips were like strikes of fire. Raw anguish rushed through her system. She whimpered, tears springing to her eyes.

Snarling, Craze yanked her head backwards and leaned down. “Suck me or I’ll whip you until you can’t stand.”

“Yes sir.” Whimpering, she found his button and zipper. The slight sound as she released his cock sent another series of shivers skating down her back. She hadn’t sucked a man in years, and as she wrapped her hand around his shaft she fought back tears, several slipping past her eyelashes. Gulping, the sound was anguished.

“Open your slutty mouth.”

Was he really saying these things to her? With only a slight hesitation, she opened her mouth.

He shifted forward, the move shoving half of his cock into her throat.

Instantly she gagged, tears flowing. She slapped her hand on his leg as she wrapped her hand around the base of his dick.

“No hands. I’m fucking you. I’m in control. Understood?”

Every part of her entire being knew she should fight to get away, turn the motherfucker in. Arrest his abusive ass.

But she couldn’t.

“That’s it, take my cock. Take my offering like a good whore.” Craze widened his legs and intertwined her hair around his long fingers, shoving her face down.

Strangled by the girth, she gagged, the sounds floating into the room. Her eyes watered as the tears fell easily.

“Put your hands down. You’re going to learn to obey me or every punishment will be much worse.”

Crack! Pop!

Shaking, she scrunched her face as she slid her arms down her body. Anguish tore through her, invigorating every cell. Her emotions were raw, conflicting. How could she want this?

“Behind your back. You have no say. None.”

Oh God. Oh God!
She winced and looked up at him as she willed her throat to relax. His cock was throbbing in her mouth, gagging her.
Breathe. You have to breathe.

Placing the belt beside him, he took both hands, wrapping them around her hair, tugging her head down as he opened his legs wider. “Now you will learn how to suck a man.”

Her heart raced as he fucked her mouth. No matter how she tried to control her breathing, and relax her throat muscles, he continued to gag her. After a few minutes she cried openly as he mouth fucked her.

“That’s it. Take every inch of me.” Craze shook her head, wiggling as he shoved his shaft in so the tip of his cock pushed against the back of her throat. He exhaled and held her down. “Deep throat. Very nice.” He sighed and tossed his head back. “Such a good whore.”

The action continued until saliva bubbled past her lips. She continued to gag, cry, but he refused to stop. Jess was lost in the moment, willing her mind to another place, but there was a moment she knew.

She was indeed a whore.

“God damn your mouth is hot. I could fill your stomach with my cum.” His entire body was shaking. “Better yet. I could cover your face, your tits with my cum.”

The words were unsettling yet so enticing.

Craze laughed and removed his shaft, slapping her face several times. “You’d look exquisite covered in cum. Open wide.”

As he continued pumping, she gave up control, letting go as the tears continued to flow.
Come on me. Come on me. Use me.
This was so wrong, but every part of her wanted this. No, this was everything she’d longed for.

Shaking, he tossed his head back and forth as he rubbed one hand roughly through her hair. He jerked back her head until his cock slipped from her mouth.

Strings of saliva trickled down her chin as she coughed. Her eyes watered and she gulped air. Her arm flew around involuntarily, but she forced it back behind her, trying to obey.

“So fucking beautiful.”

Seeing the cold look in his eyes surprised her. She licked the saliva off of her mouth and scooted closer. ”Are you okay?” She was as surprised at the question as he was.

Jerking his head to the side, he grunted, his eyes flashing as he slapped his cock against her face. “With you sucking my cock? Absolutely.”

The words sounded hollow, stilted. Jess opened her mouth, anticipating another round. When he pushed her back, the force enough to push her to the floor, she slapped her hand across her mouth. He seemed shaken to her, unsure, then he rose to his feet, towering over her.

“I want nothing more than to come in your mouth, spew my seed down your throat, but I crave more. I have to have all of you.” He leaned over, gripping both sides of her face. Lowering his head, he brushed his lips across hers. “All of you.”

She heard his soft growl, the tone guttural. Cupping his wrists, she eased her tongue past his lips and for a few seconds the kiss was full of passion, gentle romance.

Then he broke the sweet intimacy and hissed, flipping his arms so he grabbed her wrists. He jerked her to a standing position. “Yes, I will take all of you.”

Suddenly his expression was completely different, his face wrenched. She stuttered, but there were no words she could say, nothing that would make any sense. His grip became so tight, his nails digging into her skin, and he held her in the same position as he roamed her body with his eyes.

“You will never want another man, never taste another cock. You’ll never know the touch of any other than mine. I will be your breath, your light, your sex, and the one who fulfills your very soul.”

The words were evocative, the understanding clear. How she longed to comfort his tortured soul.

Craze slowly lowered his head, nipping her neck. “Mine.” He laughed softly as he eased back. Seconds later he pulled her backward, tossing her onto the couch.

She scrambled to right her body as her stomach slammed into the back. The window in front of her drew her attention, a subtle reflection of the sordid action, the sinful tryst. His chiseled body moving behind, she arched her back. The sheen in the window highlighted their lascivious affair. For seconds he stood simply gazing at her. She was unable to breathe, unable to think clearly. When he touched her shoulders, the tips of his fingers lightly moving up and down her upper arm, she shivered. “Who are you?”

“You know who I am. I’m the only man who captivates you,” he whispered and bent down, pressing his lips against her cheek.

His touch was so light, gentle, and her emotions were an odd dichotomy. How could she crave the light and dark in the same manner? How could she want the soft touch of his hands and the harsh strike from his belt?

“Every hole is all mine. You’re going to learn that tonight.”

“Yes.”

“Every breath you take belongs to me,” he whispered as he tugged her hips backward.

Slap!

His bare hand hit her ass.

“Yes sir.”

Whap! Pop!

“You will obey every command, fulfill every desire.”

She nodded as he spanked her again, slapping his hand back and forth on both ass cheeks. “Yes sir. Every command.”

Crack!

“You will come to me any and every time I call you. You’re nothing but my whore. Clear?”

The tone of his voice was gripping, the words enthralling. “God, yes sir.”