Deadly Captive (15 page)

Marking a sharp sound of affront, I gave him a mock punch in the gut. "I did not whine."

A mischievous grin on his lips, eyes sparkling with mirth, Joe wrapped his arms around me. "Oh, yes, you did. If I recall correctly, your exact words were 'Joe, careful that hurts…no, that's good…right there.'"

I cut Joe's mockery short by reaching between us and twisting his nipple.

Laughing, he stepped back, rubbing his chest.

Giving him a smug look, I went back to the table, wanting to make sure I got a good amount of alcohol in my system before time ran out and our "company" arrived.

Tilting the bottle, I screeched when Joe lifted me off the floor, and half of it poured down the front of my shirt.

"Joe!" I gasped as he slung me over his shoulder and smacked my ass. Kicking my feet, I tried to worm my way out of his grasp.

He smacked my ass again. "Will you behave if I put you down?"

I giggled, enjoying the rare, playful mood he was in, no matter how badly timed it was. "Do you want me to lie?"

Shaking his head, Joe set me down on the bed. "I think you enjoy being spanked."

I gave him a cheeky grin. "By you? Usually."

Taking my hand in his, Joe dropped to the bed at my side. Shadows stole the light from his eyes. "I promise you, Lydia. When we get out of here, things are going to be different."

With my bottom lip between my teeth, I looked at him, mourning the abrupt loss of his good humor. I opened my mouth, trying to think of something to say to get it back. The door clicked, and I knew it was too late.

Bruno and Chrissie entered the room first. Bruno gave me a lewd grin and walked over to the table, picking up the half-drained bottle of vodka. Smacking his lips together, he held out the bottle to Chrissie. Chrissie shook her head, glancing back to watch Cyrus saunter in.

Joe squeezed my hand and stood. I knew the motion was designed to keep the attention off me, but, for some reason, I didn't think it was necessary. Cyrus didn't appear to notice me at all.

Keeping his eyes on Joe, Cyrus motioned from Chrissie and Bruno to the door.

"Get going. I don't want to be delayed."

Chrissie gave a firm nod, stepped forward, and held out her hand to me. I gaped at her stupidly.

With a weary sigh, Chrissie closed the distance between us, and pulled me away from Joe. I dug in my heels, desperate for a sign from him, telling me whether I should go or try to stay. Joe didn't look at me. He was staring at Cyrus.

Chrissie's grip was unyielding as she towed me out the door. "Come on. Don't try and fight. There's no use, and it'll spoil the surprise."

My gaze shot to her as Bruno shut the door securely behind us. "Surprise?" I didn't like the sound of that.

Chrissie's lips tilted up. She nodded. It didn't make me want to get away from her any less. Neither did her next words. "Seriously, you'd think you don't trust us."

My brow lifted. "Just so you know, my brain damage is limited to memory loss."

Bruno chuckled, coming up to my other side and draping his arm over my shoulder. "Hope it's only long-term. I'd hate to think you're forgetting anything recent."

He made me wish I was. The scene that had unfolded between Bruno and me replayed through my mind as we walked down the long, white hall, lined with doors that only stood out by their slight break in the stark lines. It was a hot scene. I couldn't deny it. Bruno was very good at what he did. But, still, even knowing why I'd succumbed to him, I couldn't erase the shame.

He didn't need to know that though. "I don't know, Bruno. I seem to forget
little
things
. Nothing important though."

Chrissie laughed. Bruno grabbed his chest, feigning great injury. I felt strange suddenly. Anyone watching us, anyone that didn't know better, would have thought we were old friends.

Chrissie squeezed my hand, smiling at me as though she was a companion from childhood who knew every nuance of my behavior and what it meant. It was more likely she had read my mind. The thought gave me chills. "Relax, Lydia. One would think you'd have learned to live for the moment. Would it help to know we don't intend to hurt you?"

Brows raised, I stopped. Thankfully, they let me, or I would have been pulled off my feet. "You don't
intend
it? Oh, yes. That's
very
reassuring."

Bruno faced me, arm still on my shoulders. "Look, I get that it's been rough. But you're a fun toy. You've been very entertaining. We thought you'd earned a break.

Nothing will happen tonight that you don't want."

He was trying to be charming, reassuring. The effort was painfully obvious. I wasn't buying it. They didn't need to know that either. "Fine." I paused, trying to think of a way to make them believe they had me fooled. Giving in too easily wasn't going to work. Suspicion, laced with hope, just might. "If that's true then give me a hint. What do you have planned?"

A tinkle of metal sounded as Bruno pulled a set of keys from his pocket. He pointed to a door, not far from where we stood. "Why don't I just show you?"

I inclined my head, and he went to unlock the door. Chrissie urged me forward.

My eyes widened when I looked into the room. It was gleaming white, all of it. And it was pure heaven.

The floors were marble, polished to a glistening sheen, webbed through with different shades of beige. The walls were white granite, ruggedly pieced together so even in monotone it was a work of art. Centered, proudly, was a huge bath, steaming and bubbling. The sight made me want to cry.

Time had no meaning here. I didn't know how long it had been since I'd last had the chance to bathe properly. It was not something I could remember, but I knew I had once been accustomed to the luxury of more than a sink and strips of sheet with which to clean. It was clear I'd taken very good care of myself.

Chrissie stepped up beside me, petting my hair. "When you were brought here, you smelled of coconut shampoo. We found some, but there's no way to know if it's the same you used. You were well-kept and cleanly shaven. Everywhere. Your skin was soft, but as though you made efforts to make it so. Everything about you showed that you were never lazy or pampered. We figured if we could give you a gift, any gift, it would be a chance to return to the standard you used to keep yourself in."

I wanted to hug her. Instead of doing something sentimental or stupid, I forced my expression to neutral and looked at her. "You said I was shaved. Does that mean you're giving me a razor so I can do it again? You aren't worried that I'll—"

Bruno chuckled and gave me a little shove. "Will you stop trying to be all macho?

It doesn't work with that sweet face. You want the bath. You don't want to thank us.

Fine. Enjoy it anyway."

My body accepted before my mind had a chance to think it through. I was halfway across the room, eyes on the steaming water, before my mind caught up and halted me. There was a catch. Naturally. "I take it privacy isn't an option?"

Chrissie pouted prettily. "Would you deny us the pleasure of seeing you happy?

That is the point after all."

Bruno walked up to me. He rubbed my shoulders. I couldn't help but stiffen. "Go on, Lydia." He touched my neck. I groaned and curved toward him, almost missing his triumphant smirk. "Get in. You know you want to."

Thoughts muddled, I lifted my hand to my shoulder, ready to strip off my dress.

Modesty muttered, but I paid it no mind. Refusing to undress in front of them served no purpose. If they wanted, the clothes would come off anyway. Maybe if I was quick, I would get to touch the water before they pounced.

With that in mind, I lost the dress and surged forward. I ignored their muted laughs as I slipped into the water in a rush. I almost leapt back. The water was just a little hotter than tolerable. My body adjusted however, and I sank down low, ducking my head under. The feeling was pure bliss.

Tired muscles relaxed, and the air that was cool in contrast refreshed me when I lifted my head from the water. Watching them through the corner of my eye, I rested my head against the smooth edge of the bath. When my skin adapted fully to the temperature, I began to feel the pressure of the stream of water, pressing gloriously against me. Unable to hold my guard anymore, I let it sooth me. Each strong jet pressed against me in a gentle massage.

I didn't think threats of death could have moved me at that moment. Then again, I was so entrapped in sensations, I probably wouldn't have heard them.

For a long while, they left me alone. I could sense their presence, but I dismissed them as unimportant. They could watch me to their hearts' content. I fully intended to drink in every ounce of the luxury. I had no doubt it was temporary.

I became so lost in my self-indulgence that I didn't notice Chrissie's approach.

Her touch on my hand resting on the side of the bath made my eyes fly open in fright.

"Relax. I just wanted to know if you wanted some help." She moved her fingers to my shoulder, brushing aside the clinging strands of hair and drifting up my neck to my ear. Stopping there, she gave a hesitant smile. "I could wash your hair, your back.

Maybe even help you shave if you don't remember how."

Hair and back I could manage. I hoped agreeing to that would keep her clear of me with any sharp objects. "I wouldn't mind you helping with my hair. It's gotten pretty long. And my back."

Chrissie nodded and reached over to where the shampoo was set on the step leading up to the bath, the very step I had bypassed completely in my urgency. I wet my hair again and sat up. I cringed involuntarily when she reached for me. I was grateful that she simply lathered my hair without comment.

Once she'd washed and conditioned my hair, letting me rinse out in the bath, Chrissie took her time washing my back, making it into something of a massage. I was expecting her to try something. When she didn't, I resolved to let the tension go. It wasn't doing me any good, and the gentle care felt so nice. After she'd finished, she handed me a fresh razor, something with four imbedded blades.

"I find men's razors do a better job," She confided.

I nodded, not feeling the need to inform her I hadn't known the difference. I took the shaving cream she offered, noting that it was definitely meant for a woman, and proceeded to remove every trace of hair from my legs. Touching them when I was done, satisfied that I had managed without the slightest nick, I sensed that I was much more accustomed to bare flesh than I was to the light hair that had grown. I moved on to my arm pits, making quick work of shaving them clean.

There was one last place that I had the urge to shave. I hesitated, uncomfortable doing it with them watching. My mind battled with the urge, but finally I gave in. I tried removing the hair while simply bracing my hips up, still well concealed by the deep bath. Finally, again admitting modesty was ridiculous at this point, I got out of the water and sat on the edge of the bath. Foaming a liberal amount of shaving cream into my palm, I lathered myself up. I removed most of the hair without difficulty, ignoring the sensuous feeling of holding myself for the ministrations. It was only the last graze, trying to remove the small bit of stubble that I could feel but not see, that proved to be too much. My own touch teased me and I slipped. I watched the blood drip into the bath. My breath caught.

I felt a hungry, sharp exhale caress the back of my neck. "Lydia . . . ."

The razor fell into the bath. I jerked my head to the side. Bruno claimed my mouth even as he turned me in his arms. I felt a slight brush on my throat, hardly enough to be acknowledged, but enough to cast all my objections aside.

Bruno bent down, his forehead rested on my shoulder. "Please, Lydia. Please let me."

I groaned as his hand closed around my thigh, the other placed on my hip. I couldn't answer. I knew I wanted to say "no." I was sure I said it. But when he pulled me down a step, all I could do was lean back.

Bruno spread my thighs and dropped to his knees. I whimpered when his mouth pressed against my pussy, felt the blood smear across his lips. He sucked the wounded lip into his mouth. I bowed back when he bit down.

I heard Chrissie beside me, whispering something, something soothing. I couldn't hear her. I could only feel. With my pussy lip sucked into Bruno's mouth, I didn't say a word when Chrissie began to fondle my breast. When his tongue pushed into me and Chrissie started kissing me, all I could do was respond.

Chrissie groaned and writhed against me when I clung to her. "Lydia, help me."

Not sure what she was asking, I let her take my hands and guide them. I helped her remove her dress, only realizing now that it was less opulent than her usual outfits.

No more than a shift dress, it would have been simple to take off if our hands hadn't kept meeting each other as they worked at cross-purposes. I took hold of the strap, and she grabbed my wrist, running her hand up my arm and pulling me closer. Chrissie deepened our kiss and tried to remove the dress herself, and a hard suck from Bruno had me clinging to her.

Finally, she got the dress off and pressed naked against me. Her breasts, larger than my own, flattened against my chest. She took my hand and guided it down between her thighs. I hesitated, but, when she bit into my neck, I forgot why I was resisting and pushed my fingers into her.

Wet and tight, she clenched around my fingers. I drove them in mindlessly, my body focused on her sucking, on Bruno's. When Bruno undid his pants, all I could think was
yes, now!
I clung to Chrissie as he drove into me.

I felt every inch of him slamming into me as my fingers in Chrissie's pussy matched his rhythm. Unlatching from my neck, she lifted up to the edge of the bath, pulling my head down between her thighs. Bruno pulled out and turned me around so I could reach her easier before slamming back into me. I stuck my tongue into Chrissie's hot sheath without even thinking about it.

Using Bruno's motions as a guide, I thrust my tongue in and out, grabbing her hips tightly when, overwhelmed, she began to shift. I licked up, drinking in her fluids, and spontaneously wrapped one arm around her waist to free the other so I could stick my fingers back in her, pressing in as deep as I could.