Make Me Yours Evermore, Book 3 (33 page)

“Stop there.” I gestured. “Open your legs.” The little ring glinted gold on her clit and I couldn’t help grinning.

“Wow. When the hell did you do that, Chris? It’s beautiful.”

Kat blushed deep red.

“Last night. Notice it has a
C
on it.”

“Uh, no. I’d have to get closer to do that.” He guffawed. “Like have my nose in her pussy just about. I can do that if you want?”

“You can check it later, you pervert. I thought however…” I bent forward and carefully tucked the material of her bodice under her breasts, baring them both. “I thought I could also pierce her nipples.” As I squeezed first one nipple then the other, I watched her trace her lips with her tongue tip. “I’m right, you can be left.”

“Generous of you. I like that idea. Let’s do it. Or rather you can. I’ll watch.”

Kat had said nothing during our discussion. The serenity on her face intrigued me. “Do you like that idea?”

Delicately, her eyelids lowered and stayed there as she answered. Her breathing was so slow as to be almost trancelike. “I do, Sirs. I love that you both want to.”

I ran my fingers down the side of her face. “You know this will hurt far more than the clit ring?”

“Yes, Sir. I want to be yours. I understand.” She opened her eyes, and I’m sure mine widened. In that crystalline moment we seemed as one in mind as we had ever been.

“Finally,” I murmured.

Her melting look of absolute adoration was enough to send a world of peace to my heart. “Come back up here.”

Zoe shifted out of her way and Kat wormed back onto the sofa to where she’d been and laid her head down in precisely the same place on my lap.

A completeness settled in, with all of us together – Andreas and her and me. Then Kat’s fingers stirred in Zoe’s curls and the girl slowly turned her head to peek up at me.

“Hi there.” I smiled at her. Tear tracks on Kat’s face might make me want to give her more pain, if she wanted it, or needed it, or simply if I wanted to do it on that particular day. But on Zoe…

“Hey. You’re safe now. You can talk. You’re allowed to. Really.”

Slowly, she nodded to me. Her brunette locks stirred against Kat’s chin.

“Zoe, this is how it will be. You are Kat’s, but Kat obeys me and Andreas. We’re not going to touch you sexually. But you are now ours. I’m sure that given enough time you will come to be happy with us.”

Quiet as a mouse all right. All she did was stare, nod once then hide under Kat again.

At least she accepted my statement without screaming. She wasn’t another Kat, and I was so glad of that. She’d fit in, eventually.

“Yeah, you’re safe.” Kat kissed her head. Then she wriggled her index finger under the side of Zoe’s panties – there was barely a thread holding them together and her thigh was grimy with smears of dirt. A second later, at the urging of that finger, the last thread snapped.

My Kat was a bit of a Domme with the girls. I gave her the
look
. “No getting your Domme on unless I give the word, Miss Kat.”

She bit her lip.

“Say the magic words.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Good. There’s a question I need Zoe to answer. Zoe, how did you find out about the gun that was in the safe?”

She half-turned her head. “Pieter told me.” Her voice wobbled. “He wanted me to tell Kat in case she wanted to try getting away. I’m sorry. I didn’t know you.”

It made sense for Scrim’s men to have the details about any weapons stored here. That Zoe had told Kat wasn’t amazing either. If Zoe knew of any other stashes, I didn’t care. We were leaving soon and in the meantime I would keep her caged or under control.

“Thank you for saying. And, I nearly forgot, do you know what a
doos
is? Pieter said you told him I wasn’t one.”

She snorted. “I think it’s a cunt in South African.”

“Ah. Lucky you didn’t say I was one.” When she gave a small smile, I found myself smiling too. “What a relief.” Then I heaved in a huge sigh and relaxed into this multi-cuddle of men and girls.

Truth be told, I hadn’t been so hopeful, so lacking in anger for weeks. Maybe it was the numbing effect of having seen and taken part in two killings?

I hoped not.

I didn’t ever want to feel numb about that sort of death. I toyed with Kat’s ear, running my finger up and down the curves, thinking, feeling my way past all the crazy stuff I’d experienced with her these past few weeks. She’d stopped being angry at me. A big smile spread and pushed out my cheek. I’d have looked a real doofus if she’d bothered to check but she was busy playing with Zoe.

That was it. Without her anger and hate, mine had drained away. Hate begets hate. Anger begets anger. Did love beget love? Whatever. Sometimes you had to be grateful for what you had. Things were looking up.

How had I gotten from being a gamer girl hairdresser attending a LAN gaming convention in Brisbane to this? Comprehending was never going to happen. From getting totally sloshed after the
Call of Duty
game to having a man cut me with a knife for his own fucking joy?

Scrim was dead though, wasn’t he?

Another tear or two dribbled down my cheek onto the couch cushion. I couldn’t quite believe he was dead. Sometimes I’d run away from the pain, gone into my head, and he’d been a character from a game doing things to me, another role player. I hadn’t felt it much then, only when I returned.

The horror when I’d counted the new holes leaking blood.

Scrim dead… It was as if Santa Claus or Satan or the Terminator had been declared dead. He was bigger than real. The man had ten new lives or something and would respawn when I wasn’t ready for it from some dark corner of the house. Scrim had seared a hole in my brain I’d never lose.

The other women they’d recaptured, what had happened to them? Lysa and Effy? I was so lucky. By now they could be anywhere.

I sniffled quietly but Kat seemed to notice it and she patted me more firmly, and let her other hand fiddle with my hair.

I reached up to touch her fingers.

If only I could leave, but I couldn’t. These men didn’t seem as bad as Scrim but they weren’t normal either. No one should own a person. I didn’t want to be owned. If they tried to force me into their bed, I’d… Shit, I didn’t know what I’d do. But maybe they wouldn’t. I could be happy for a while with Kat, if they’d just let us be, if I didn’t have to watch this Chris do what he’d said – punish her with pain, birch her ass raw. Ugh. I shuddered.

Except Kat seemed to cherish me like no one else ever had – girlfriend or boyfriend.

Getting your Domme on.
Chris’s words. I shivered. I knew what a Domme was. She gave off such a delicious menace, sometimes, when she looked at me, or made love to me. It intrigued me as well as made me want to hide in a corner…and wait for her to find me.

I sighed. The evilness of the day was still there, in my heart, but lying here with her was slowly washing some of that darkness away. I breathed in her scent, soaking up her pervading warmth that said I could trust her to pick me up and save me from nearly anything.

But one day, I’d have to leave. I could find someone else who’d love me. Just maybe not the same.

One day, I’d grow a backbone, find an escape method, like finding an Easter egg in a game, and I’d go home.

The taser hit me in the ribs again. I seized up, back arching so sharply my spine creaked and my mind went la la for a few seconds, or maybe it was an hour. I had no idea really. I came to with my lungs burning and my head thumping with pain at every pulse beat.

Jazmine.

I raised my head from the floor. Car of some sort…tried to recall what they’d thrown me into, and couldn’t. Dark. Nighttime still. We went over some bumps and the car rattled, my already pounding head bounced. My hands were tied behind me by something like a bunch of zip ties. Ankles too, and they’d linked them to my hands.

She wasn’t here. We were so screwed.

“Awake are ya?” Someone kicked me in the stomach. “Be good or I’ll zap you again and get Red to fuck your ass for good measure. Not that you aren’t up shit creek anyway. Damn I’d love to be there when Vetrov takes care of you two.”

Two? I clung to that. She was still alive. So there was hope.

I’d never give that up. Not until we were dead.

The End

In my last book, Book 2 of the Pierced Hearts series, Bind and Keep Me, in the interests of not jerking most of my readers out of the story with some unfamiliar word usages, I opted to sometimes use the US word instead of the Aussie one.

However, since then I’ve been told by many American readers that they’d rather I use the Aussie words. I’ve mostly done that with this book and below is a glossary to help you figure out words that may puzzle you. I’ve kept some words that weren’t used in this one just for fun, and to educate my overseas readers on our Aussie-isms.

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US word vs Aussie

Cell phone = mobile

College = University or Uni

Cooler = esky

Dishcloth = tea towel

Dob = snitch on ie tell tales

Flip flops = thongs

Popsicle = ice block

Shrimp = prawn

Spatula = egg flip

SUV = Four wheel drive

There may be others I missed seeing. I have also used US spelling throughout. Though this book is self-published both of my earlier publishers, Loose Id and Lyrical Press, used US spelling.

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The Dom with the Perfect Brats

The Dom with the Clever Tongue

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Cataclysm Blues

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Rough Surrender

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Iron Dominance

Lust Plague

Steel Dominance

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31 Flavors of Kink

Three Days of Dominance

Book 4 in the Badass Brats series

Reece and Scarlet have everything a loving couple could want, except a hot kinky sex life. Malachi, an experienced Dom, steps in to help them sort that out. Not only is he a terrible memory from Reece’s past, he’s a smartass and damaged goods too.

As they all learn to trust each other, Malachi becomes more than just their kink coach. It’s a full-on brat smackdown, and no heart gets out unscathed.

Warning: Contains unrepentant brats, surprise orgasms, a Domme with training wheels, and a Dom whose tongue is registered as a weapon of mass seduction

Across the room, Reece looked up from her sketch and laughed. “This is the third time this week that you two play video games for hours. Scarlet’s been dragging her ass out of bed in the morning. Jude hasn’t complained about her falling asleep at work yet, though, or Sabrina would have told me. I think I should pitch this as its own sitcom. You’re too funny.”

Malachi quirked a brow, his dark eyes serious. “I think your kitten needs petting, Scarlet. She’s sounding neglected.”

“What? I’m fine. You two have fun. I have work to do. I’m just glad that Scarlet has found a little friend to play with.” Reece snickered and leaned over her sketchpad.

Scarlet cleared her throat. “Come here.” She snapped her fingers and pointed at the spot between her and Mal on the couch. As expected, Reece’s glare was tempestuous and foreboding. She didn’t take shit from anyone.

“Come on,” Scarlet coaxed. She patted her lap. “Come here. You know you don’t want to sit all the way over there if you can be curled up over here.”

“I’m not actually a cat, you know. Offering to give me catnip and pet me won’t work all the time.”

From the corner of her eye, Scarlet saw Malachi shake his head slightly as he frowned at Reece. She sighed and walked over. What was that about? Because it was her birthday?

Reece eased herself gently down between them as though she was afraid to touch anyone. Scarlet pulled her sideways until her head was in her lap. She ran her fingers through Reece’s hair, combing out little knots and running her short nails along her scalp. Reece sighed and shivered, snuggling in.

“Put your legs up on Malachi. I’m sure he won’t mind.” Scarlet’s gaze slid to him. He looked pained.

“But I’m wearing a dress.”

“Now, Reece,” Scarlet growled sternly. “Are you afraid he’s going to see your sexy blue panties?”

She gasped then blushed.

Malachi smirked. “Did she tell you she showed me her panties the other day?”

“Oh, did she?” Scarlet wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

“I almost fell out of the chair. It wasn’t intentional,” Reece grumbled. She put her legs up on his lap then shoved her skirt down tightly so he wouldn’t see anything. “Leave it to the pirate captain, here, to take advantage of an innocent damsel in distress.”

“If I really was a pirate captain I’d keep you tied to the mast where I could play with you for hours. Can you blame me? Have you looked in a mirror lately? Besides, I only looked. I didn’t touch. That’s not against the rules, is it?”

It was obvious to Scarlet, at least, that Malachi wasn’t joking. He wanted Reece in a bad way, but was doing his best to be polite and hide it most of the time. His gaze strayed to the girl’s bare calves, and Scarlet saw his hand twitch. The heat in his eyes should have melted off her clothes.