Indulgence (373 page)

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I had Kirk’s apartment all to myself, and yet I chose to do
the boring thing and curl up on the couch with a book. Just as I had sunk into
a new chapter, someone knocked on the door. The e-reader fell into my lap, and
I slumped into the couch, unsure of whether I should answer or just let whoever
it was go away. I didn’t want anyone else to know I was up here alone.

The knock sounded again. “I know you’re in there, Silver.”

Recognizing the deep voice as Miles’, I let out the breath
I’d been holding and pulled on my robe.

“Yes, Sir,” I called, not sure what the appropriate protocol
for a slave answering the door.

“Why the delay?” he asked as I opened the door.

“I was afraid you were Gabe, Sir.” The awkwardness of the
terms had vanished and they now rolled off my tongue as habit, especially when
anyone aside from Kirk was around.

“He asked me to stop in on you before I started my shift
downstairs.”

I bit my lip, wondering if he wanted more than to just see
if I was okay. Was I supposed to let him in so he could see I wasn’t trying to
burrow through a ninth story wall?

He brushed my cheek and I smiled at the soft gesture—further
confirming that I’d lost my rational mind. “Good to see you staying out of
trouble.”

“No kidding,” I mumbled, then clenched my teeth together.

“Maybe we should have kept you away from Alley,” he smirked
and turned away, “be good, Silver.”

I closed and locked the door and returned to the couch.
Sometime in the midst of reading a slow chapter, I fell asleep, and woke to another
knock. This time, I jumped off the couch, hoping it was Kirk, but considering
that it might also be Miles again.

I glanced at the clock; I couldn’t have been asleep for more
than ten minutes, since it wasn’t even noon yet. I reached for the key, checking
through the peep hole just to confirm who it was.

It was the same lanky black-haired man who had come to the
door to let Kirk know that Ross was coming back early. I’d also seen him
around, usually whispering with Ross and then disappearing, but I had no idea
what his name was.

“Y-yes, Sir?” I said through the door. I didn’t know him
well enough to simply open the door, and I wasn’t sure if Kirk would send him
to check on me as well.

“Ross wants to see you.”

“About what, Sir?”

He banged on the door again and I jumped back. “You don’t
ask questions.”

I had no idea what his true role was in the organization,
but it wouldn’t be the first time Ross had sent this guy to deliver a message.
My heart raced with apprehension as I considered the possibilities. I had never
seen him with Gabe, or any of his goons. But if Ross wanted to see me, I didn’t
anticipate a positive outcome either way. “My Master told me to stay here.”

“And your Master’s boss told me otherwise. Ross sent me to
get you—we need to talk about the drugs, and
Kirk
.”

What the hell
? My hand shook over the key in the
deadbolt. I wished there was someone I at least half-trusted that I could ask.
A way I could call Kirk, or even Miles.

“I can tell Ross to come get you himself.”

Fucking hell
. Ross wanted me dead in the first place,
or at the very least miserable. Pissing him off, or even miffing him in the
slightest, wasn’t a viable option. The scrawny man pulled out his cell phone
and a set of keys.

Fucker had the master keys
. It stood to reason that
Ross would have his own set. That threw any possibility of holding up here
until Kirk came back.

My wrist flicked, releasing the dead bolt, hoping I could
avoid pissing him off any more. I pulled the key out and opened the door. He
nodded toward the elevator, so I locked the door and followed. Inside the
elevator, he pressed “7” and my stomach churned.

I opened my mouth—knowing that if it was legitimate and I
argued I’d just get myself in more trouble, but I had a bad feeling. Before I
could say anything a hand came over my mouth, blocking it and my nose. I
struggled, trying to get him to break away just long enough to catch a breath,
but for a scrawny man, he was damn strong and limber. By the time the elevator
halted, I was already feeling dizzy. The doors slid open, and I stared into
Gabe’s eyes once again.

I tried to scream, but there wasn’t enough air in my lungs,
and what did escape further weakened me. He grabbed me and helped Black Hair
pull me into the first door where two other men waited to join the fray. The
hand over my mouth gave me enough room to inhale then blocked my airway again.

The cameras, what about the cameras
? Surely someone
saw them grab me and pull me in here. When they’d attacked Kirk, everyone was
on the move within a few minutes. What did they hope to accomplish?

I clawed and kicked, but between the four of them, they
deflected most of my attacks and managed to render my limbs useless.

I already knew the rooms were fairly sound-proof, if they
weren’t, all anyone would hear would be their neighbors having sex all day and
night, but I was sure a scream would carry, even if I only had a second.

Gabe flicked open a knife and pressed it to my throat. My
vision was already dimming. I needed air.

“We’ll let you breathe, but if you scream, I cut.”

I nodded, anything was worth air, and I figured someone had
to be on the way. The man behind me released my mouth and I sucked in a breath,
almost coughing. I drew in breath after breath, as my body replenished its
supply of oxygen and my vision slowly returned.

“They’ll come get me,” I said. As my mouth opened to say
more, Gabe shoved a wet cloth into my mouth and another put a piece of tape
over it. Whatever the cloth was coated in had a slightly soapy taste.

One man pushed me toward the bedroom. I tried to resist, but
I felt sluggish, tripping over my own feet as I walked over the carpet.
No
,
they had drugged me again. Scrawny kept one arm, while Gabe took the other and
they dragged me to the bed.

Gabe ripped off the tape and pulled the cloth out of my
mouth, tossing it aside.

“Feeling better?”

“You fucking b—bastard,” I tripped over my own words. I
waited for unconsciousness to come—hell, I longed for it since I wouldn’t have
to be awake for their assault.

He put a fresh piece of tape over my mouth, while the others
pulled my arms and legs toward the corners of the bed to tie me down.

I jerked as hard as I could, but it was a feeble attempt at
best and only caused the ropes to cut into my skin and dig under the silver
cuffs.

I moaned through the tape again, hoping I could make just
enough noise for someone to hear, but a heavy hand busted across my face
leaving the taste of blood in my mouth.

I sobbed, trying to swallow the liquids in my mouth before I
choked. Gabe pulled off his belt and folded it over in his hand. I shook my
head and sobbed, but he raised his hand and it came down with a
thwap
against my ribs. I screamed in pain and another strike followed.

One of the men fisted my hair and put his finger over his
lips to tell me to be quiet. Gabe moved the strikes down to my legs, while the
other men grabbed and twisted at my breasts.

Please
, I hoped the drug would knock me out. Maybe
even if I was awake I wouldn’t remember it afterward. Where the hell was the
security team?

The black-haired man’s gaze caught mine, and he hissed in my
ear. “Pity they got the wrong mole.”

My eyes widened and I screamed against the tape. The belt
came down against my crotch and my scream turned into a cry and then sobs.

I couldn’t breathe. My chest tightened and shook, tears
rolled down my face, and gunk clogged my nose and throat.

Gabe grabbed my chin. “Every sound you make will make
everything hurt more,” he whispered with a rough, low voice.

The belt came down on my thigh, a strike to my hip, and one
across my breast. The room blurred as I sobbed into the piece of tape that held
back my pleas and screams.

One of the men jerked off his pants and climbed on top of
me.

I shook my head, mentally screaming for him to stop and
shrieking into the thick tape. Another strike came down on my chest. The man on
top of me took Gabe’s belt and pressed it against my neck, cutting off my air
supply.

What if no one comes to stop them, this time
?

I felt an excruciating slam of pain as he pressed inside me,
but then the room went mercifully dark.

Water splashed on my face and I roused. It was down to three
men now; the scrawny man who’d dragged me down here was gone. My throat burned
from my useless screams, and my body shook with a mixture of pain, anger, and
adrenaline.

I didn’t want to be awake for this.

Another stepped forward, but Gabe shoved him back. “No way.
It’s my turn.” He punched me in the gut and the ropes cut into my skin when I
curled up in response. “Help me turn her over.”

Oh, no, god no
. I thought. But I didn’t have the strength
to fight all of them off as they flipped me over and retied the restraints.
Apparently, they weren’t taking any chances this time. I felt something wet
slide down my crack and then a finger pushed inside. I screamed into the pillow
and the belt came down on my shoulder blades. Ten more strikes crossed my back
until I felt like I could neither scream nor cry anymore without suffocating.

My consciousness flickered. I thought I was going to pass
out again—sweet oblivion, to pull me away from the assault, but I only half
left. I could still hear the men around me. Now they took turns with various
implements smacking them across my ass. I felt some kind of stick, then a whip
that left multiple bites with each stroke.

Someone lifted my hips, and I waited for another dick to
stretch me open. Instead, something fluttered against my clit.

No, even worse.
I bucked, trying to get free, but a
finger slid into my ass again. Every time I jerked away from the vibrations,
the finger went deeper.

The room twisted again, and I was the in backseat of a
vehicle.

Fuck, I passed out long enough for them to get me out of
the building
.

But there hadn’t been an escape, my body was still in the
room.

I was crammed into the small backseat of an extended cab
pickup. A hand pressed over my mouth. “She’s awake.”

“Give her the sedative,” a blond man handed something
over the back of the pickup seat.

Alan. The mole in the security team is Alan.

I bucked and kicked at the door, but a pinching pain
pierced through my arm, and I lost control of my limbs. I rocked in the seat as
the truck accelerated quickly. The drug numbed my body, but for some reason I
was still conscious.

I looked up at the man holding me, “What-do-you-want?” It
all came out sounding as one long word. “Where’s Charlene?”

“Shut up bitch.”

A hand struck my face and I jerked awake. Gabe grunted; he
was kneeling over me with his hand still between my legs. “It’s not nice to
zone out when I’m working for your pleasure, Princess.”

The vibrator still hummed against my clit, and as Gabe slid
another finger into my vagina, I realized I was wet. My damn body was giving in
and turning against me.

I screamed against the tape again, and his hand came down on
my ass. The motion caused my hips to rock harder against the vibrator, and I felt
the tingling ball of tension growing inside of me.

No, no, please don’t let it happen
. I tried to force
the sensations away, like I had done with Ross in the Outlook, but they pounded
into my nerves too quickly. I had lost control of my mind and body.

Tears soaked the pillow. Despite my best efforts to keep my
hips still, they bucked with Gabe’s movements. More hands joined the frenzy,
rubbing against the fresh welts on my back. The welts weren’t as painful as
whatever Kirk had used, but the touches sent my nerves into overdrive—somehow
amplifying everything Gabe was doing.

I screamed again into the tape then buried my head in the
pillows. My body rocked then jerked. The possessive orgasm wrung through my
muscles, and all I could do was sob.

I took deep breaths, trying to find air, but then I felt
something large pressing between my ass cheeks.

I moaned and twisted, even though I knew it was impossible
to buck him off. Everything convulsed as he forced his erection inside my tight
hole.

“Kirk hasn’t trained his slave very well,” Gabe jeered,
pulling my head up by my hair. “Guess we’ll have to fix that.”

He slammed my head back down then rammed his cock into me.
Lying down over my back, I felt his lips at my ear. “My man wasn’t the only
mole, there’s a far worse one, and you’ve been sleeping in his bed,” he
whispered the message for me alone and my insides turned to rock. “Do as we
say, or your protector will be dead within the hour.”

I thought that everything inside of me had died when I gave
myself over to Kirk, but I was wrong. I felt it withering and rotting as Gabe
pumped into me. Thrust after excruciating thrust.

He shoved in deep, leaning over my back to untie my wrists.

“You sure you want—” One man began, but Gabe growled and the
blond shut up.

Gabe pulled me up to my hands and knees, allowing him better
access, while another climbed onto the bed in front of me. He twisted my head
up to look at him. “You scream or bite and I’ll take out your teeth.”

I heard a crash from the room behind us, before he could
even peel away the tape.

“Go on,” Gabe yelled—I assumed he was talking to the other
men. I heard a scuffle, muffled words, and more banging and shouting. Then,
Gabe was ripped off of me.

I collapsed on the bed, feeling one hand touch the back of
my leg while another cut my legs free. I kept my head down, but the hands
gently tilted my head up and pulled off the tape.