Survival Games (5 page)

She looked up at
him in a drugged haze. “Not in a million years,” she slurred and passed out.

Rage overwhelmed
him and he hopped off the couch grabbing a chair and smashed it against the
wall. Splinters flew and he rammed it again and again and again until all he
held was two twisted rails that were once the frame of the chair. Tossing those
away, he snarled at both Chris and Frank, “Get her out of here before I kill
her!”

Ty paced like a
caged lion staring at the screen. They slipped her into a nightshirt and left
her sprawled on the mattress. He caught the way Frank glanced at her before he
left the room and his fury overflowed. He swung his fist at the closet door,
cracking the fiberboard.

The flare of pain
tempered his anger a notch and he shook his hand, rewinding the room video to
earlier today.

Frank and Chris
walked into the control room and Ty turned on them, pointing to the screen. “Who
is Smallville?”

“Huh?” they both
said in unison.

Ty pressed play on
the disc and the screen filled with her pinned to the wall.

They watched as he
said “Beg” and her response was “It’s not like you’re Smallville and I had
reason to beg. Get your hands off me you twisted freak.”

Ty stopped the
tape. “What is that?”

Frank shrugged his
shoulders.

Chris stared at
the screen, his brows creased. “I think she’s talking about a television show,”
he answered.

It was Ty’s turn
to say “Huh?”

“There’s a show on
TV called
Metropolis
,” Chris answered looking from one brother to the
other. “C’mon, you haven’t seen it?”

They shook their
heads.

Chris looked at
Jessica on the screen and then glanced at his watch. “I’ll bring you copy the
next time I’m here. I’ve gotta go. I’ll be back next weekend and if you want
some of my buddies for the next video let me know. I’m sure they’d love to have
a piece of that.” He nodded toward the screen with a smile.

Frank glared at
him. “You’d better not be blabbing about this operation to anyone. I wouldn’t
want to see them get into an accident or something,” he said and stepped toward
his youngest brother.

Chris took an
involuntary step backwards. “Just giving you a hard time, Frank.”

Frank reached out,
grabbed him by the arm, and pulled him so they were face to face. “If you so
much as breathe a word of this,” he said pointing to the screens. “There’s no
telling where you’ll end up.” He smiled and let Chris go.

“Back off Frank,”
Ty warned and stepped between Frank and Chris. They stared each other down and
Frank stepped away, wary of the scowl on Ty’s face. “He’s not going to say a
thing.” Ty shot a glance over his shoulder and received a nod in return.

Chris looked at
the monitor and back to Ty. “I gotta go,” he said and walked out of the room.

Ty watched the
monitor as his little brother lumbered to the elevator. “He was just trying to
get a rise out of you.”

Frank grunted in
response, he was watching the other monitors. He glanced at Ty and swatted the
back of his head. “What the hell is your problem today?”

Ty shot to his
feet ready to plant his fist in Frank’s face, instead he pointed at the monitor
where Jessica slept. “It’s her fault.” He bit back the rest of the response,
suddenly aware of the way his stepbrother was ogling her. Frank was dangerous
and if he had an inkling of what Jessica did to him, he would kill her with his
own hands. “She laughed at me.” He slid his hands in his pockets and returned
his gaze to the monitors. “It pissed me off, that’s all.”

Frank looked at
the monitor again, nodded and started out of the room. He looked over his
shoulder. “Put the tape together of her.” He pointed at Jessica. “Everything,
not just us, she was willing with us, and they don’t want to see that.”

Oh great. He
wants to showcase MY humiliation.

Ty nodded and
turned back to the monitors. Frustration simmered below the surface and he
began the task of editing the scenes in her room with the scenes with his
brothers.

Eric’s little hand
ran over her hair and bruised face.

“Oh, Mom,” he said
and tears ran down his cheeks. “You’re hurt.”

She slowly opened
her eyes and looked at her son. “Angel boy.”

“You’re hurt,”
Eric repeated.

“Not so bad,”
Jessica whispered and tried to smile. Stiff and sore, every muscle in her body
hurt.

Eric leaned over
her and kissed her cheek where Ty elbowed her. The bruise faded and his tears
fell onto her upturned face.

“Don’t cry, baby,”
she said. “Lay down. It’s past your bedtime.”

“Mommy.” He cried
and lay down snuggling in her outstretched arms.

She closed her
eyes and hugged him, smelling the sweet scent of his shampoo. “Shhhh,” she
cooed and fell back asleep.

Ty caught movement
out of the corner of his eye and looked at the monitors. Jessica moved. He
couldn’t quite hear what she was saying so he turned the volume up and zoomed
the camera in.

“Not so bad,” she
said.

A second later,
there was a weird light on her cheek and Ty watched the bruise fade. His jaw dropped.

“Don’t cry, baby. Lay
down, it’s past your bedtime,” she whispered and a moment later wrapped her
arms around the air next to her. “Shhhh,” she said and her eyes closed with a
peaceful smile on her face.

Ty just stared at
the monitor. Normally, he’d chalk it up to talking in her sleep, but the
absence of the black and blue bruise on her cheek snuck under his skin,
festering until he got up to investigate with his own eyes. He opened the door
soundlessly and stepped in. Her arms were on the bed next to her and she was
sound asleep. Ty rolled her on her back to get a closer look at her face. The
bruise was gone and her cheek was wet. He gently wiped the wetness with his
finger and tasted it. Tears. “Huh,” he grunted aloud. She stirred at neither
his touch nor his voice.

He looked at her
for a long time, wondering again about the wisdom of snatching her from her
nice quiet life. He sighed and stood, heading back to the control room to
finish the new video. He played what he edited so far. He toggled between her
with his brothers and her knocking herself out, flipping back and forth between
the two shots at least ten times. He turned the editing suite off in disgust as
her words echoed in his ears.

“Not this time,”
he mumbled and stood, crossing to the toy drawer. He pulled out four pairs of
handcuffs, some rope, a pair of scissors and the lighting/camera remote and
headed back to her room.

Jessica lay
partially on her back, her right arm out on the bed and her left hand on her
stomach. One leg curled and the other straight. He stood over her and inhaled,
scanning her perfect skin and licked his lips.

This is going
to be so worth it!

He leaned down,
took her left hand putting one of the sets of cuffs on her wrist, and closed it
gently. He didn’t want her to wake just yet. He slowly lay her arm so that it
was shoulder height and at the edge of the mattress and he hooked the other
side of the cuffs to the loop he had made in the end of the rope. He tied the
rope to an anchor in the floor next to the mattress. He repeated this with her
right hand and looked down at her. She looked like a cross and he pulled her
legs straight down, pausing as her head tilted to the side.

After a moment, he
cuffed each ankle, securing her legs to the corners of the mattress. Spread eagle,
like the outer reaches of a snow angel and he smiled, removing his shirt and
settling on the bed next to her, waiting.

He ran his hands
over her nightgown, feeling the soft mountains of her chest beneath. His hand
wandered down to her bare legs and he slowly ran his fingers up the inside of
her thigh, testing, teasing.

Her gasp caught
his attention and he looked into her wide brown eyes, chuckling as he reached
for the remote. He gradually increased the lighting in the room and leaned on
his elbow next to her.

“Not in a million
years?” he asked putting the remote down. “You showed my brothers the time of
their life last night.” He reached for the scissors without breaking eye
contact.

Jessica’s eyes
widened. “Brothers?”

“Mhm.” He nodded
and ran the scissors over the nightshirt. “Brothers. But I get, ‘not in a
million years’ from you.” He hesitated gliding the scissors over her underwear.
“Twice,” he said and slid on top of her, getting on his knees. Grabbing the hem
of her nightgown, he cut it straight up the center and swept the torn fabric aside
to reveal her breasts.

He smiled. “There’s
nothing here to knock yourself out with, so it looks like a million years is
today.” He took her breasts in his hands and leaned over to kiss her neck.

Jessica turned her
head sharply away from him just as he expected. “No,” she whispered and
struggled against the bonds.

He kissed her ear
and licked the side of her throat. “Yes,” he whispered and sat up again. He scooted
forward and reached for his zipper.

“I swear I’ll bite
it off,” Jessica said angrily. Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes and she
turned her head to the side.

“Mhm,” he purred
and moved down her body, his hands sliding over her like silk. His mouth found
her nipple, rolling it around the hard nub before moving on to the next one.

* *
* *

Tears blurred her
vision and he continued his exploration of her breasts. When he looked up at
her, his eyes sparkled with delight, positively smoldering. Jessica turned her
head away; the look in his eyes drove her over the edge as much as the feel of
his hands did. The feel of him, the smell of his cinnamon toothpaste, the sharp
blue eyes framed by those ebony lashes and his velvet voice all ran through her
like a poison setting her skin on fire. But she refused to give in, to give him
what he wanted, to lose this battle of wills, because losing meant the end to
her survival.

“This is only the
beginning,” he chuckled. He shifted, kneeling between her legs, leaning over
and licking her stomach. His hands, his velvet fingertips ran up the inside of
each of her thighs and over the front of her underwear. “Million years is
coming today,” he said and reached for the scissors. He cut both sides of her
underwear and whipped them across the room.

“No,” she
whispered desperately, his touch igniting her.

“Oh yes,” he
smiled and began the erotic massage with his fingers at first, then his mouth,
seducing her completely with his expert touch.

He played her body
like a fine concert pianist, slowly building the fire up to an inferno that
flashed, peaking in a rush of hot liquid and she gasped, betrayed by her body,
betrayed by the hint of a moan. “No!” The word a complete lie, her body ached
for him and wrapped around the motion of his fingers, trembling for more, slick
with wanting…and he knew it.

“Yes,” he said and
tasted the wet rush, licking and repeatedly bringing her to the next climax and
the next and the next until she was dripping with sweat and sex.

 “No!” she tilted
her head back and twisted her wrists grabbing the metal chains that held her in
place, her lungs gasping for breath, gasping for relief from the sheer pleasure
of his seduction. The betrayal complete when the moan slipped from her lips.

“Beg,” he whispered.
“Beg for me.”

“No,” she gasped. Her
entire frame quivered. “Never!” she screamed.

* *
* *

The defiance in
her eyes enraged him. He pulled away slowly and hesitated, closing his eyes for
a moment to gain control. Her mouth said no, but her body, oh her body sang a
different tune. He opened his eyes and gazed into her fawn irises. He licked her
again, smiling in satisfaction at the moan that escaped and the slight arch of
her body. Oh, she wanted him, whether she said it or not, it was written in the
slickness of her pussy, in the stiffness of her nipples and in the flush of her
cheeks.

Tears flowed down
her cheeks, pooling in her ears and he moved his way up her body, kissing,
licking and gauging each of her reactions.

“Tell me you want
me,” he whispered, meeting her horrified gaze.

She shook her
head. “No,” she whispered.

He settled on top
of her, jeans the only barrier between them and he circled his hips, grinding
slowly, watching sweat trickle between her breasts. The muscles in his arms
ached from the strain and yet he continued, relishing the slow burn, relishing
her desperate plea in the continuous chant of no. The muscles strained in her
arms too, as she gripped the chains, pulling with each arch of her back. He
wasn’t sure she was aware of her body’s flow, its natural arc in synch with
his, meeting each of his motions with the curve of her hips. Sweet torture he
could fall into for the rest of his life. It was like having one foot in heaven
and the other in hell.

Her eyes spoke to
him, pleading in their own rite, even as her lips refused to acknowledge his
carnal appetite, her eyes drew him in, taking the breath from his lungs and the
reigns over his power. He squeezed his eyes closed until he regained control.
Drawing a deep breath, he opened his eyes, his arms now trembling, threatening
to collapse under his weight. He looked down at her, taking what he could from
the small win. She didn’t beg, but she certainly came for him.

“Million years, my
ass,” he said and rolled off her onto his back.

She lay weeping
and angry. “Get away from me.”

He rolled on his
side and ran his fingers over her body, his lips curved in a devilish grin. “You
sure? ‘Cause I could take you to heaven, babe. All you have to do is ask.”

She looked away,
her jaw clenching. “I have to go to the bathroom,” she said and looked at him.

The handcuff key
wedged into his hip when he sat up and he fished it out of his pocket and
unlocked her ankles but he didn’t untie her wrists. Instead, he just untied the
ropes from the floor anchors and nodded toward the bathroom. “Go,” he said. She
stumbled around the wall separating the two areas and he closed his eyes,
hanging his head, shaking it slowly back and forth.

How stupid can
I be?

Playing with her
was one thing, but the way she consumed him, that was something he would have
to keep in check. He glanced toward the bathroom, the feel of her still with
him, knocking down the walls surrounding his heart.

The flushing of
the toilet didn’t quite drown the sound of vomiting and he straightened,
suddenly irritated.
I couldn’t have read her wrong, could I?

“No way,” he
whispered and stormed around the partition.

* *
* *

Kneeling on the floor,
she glanced in his direction, wiping her mouth with a piece of toilet paper.
Whatever he had given her last night made her stomach roll the moment she stood
and she barely reached the toilet. “What the hell did you give me last night?”

The lines in his
forehead smoothed and he exhaled. “Liquid X. It sometimes does that.” He waved
toward the toilet.

“What the hell is
liquid X?” On shaky legs, she pulled herself to the sink and rinsed her mouth.

“Something like
ecstasy.”

She huffed and
before she could reach for a towel, he grabbed the rope, yanking her back toward
the main room.

She glared at him;
the anger in her eyes stopping him in the middle of the room. She stood tall,
defiantly yanking her arms down by her side. Neither of them said a word.

He cocked his head
to the side and let a grin surface, sliding the rope through his hands, pulling
her toward him. This time, she resisted, and he hauled her across the floor,
her struggle no match for his strength and he grasped the handcuffs, wrapping
an arm around her, reclaiming his power.

“The things I’m
going to do to you.” He moved to the treadmill and tied the handcuffs to the
bar. “But in the meantime, I think these will do today.” He stepped back
appreciatively scanning her naked body. He turned and left the room. He came
back with a tub of Vaseline, leaning down and applying a healthy layer to each
side of the treadmill. He straightened, smiling and snapping the top back on
the container.

“You won’t be able
to do what you did yesterday. You’ll stop when
I
say you can.” He
swatted her ass and turned the treadmill on.

Her wobbly legs
moved, picking up the pace until she hit a moderate jog. He dialed the speed
down a notch and turned on his heel leaving her staring after him.

Ty stepped into
the control center and the chair swung around. Frank smiled back at him. “That
was quite the show.” He reached over and held up a DVD package containing the
complete 5
^th
season of
Metropolis
.

Ty raised his
eyebrows, plucking the set from his brother’s hand, opened it and pulled the
first disc out. He put it in his DVD player and pressed play. He also pushed
the router that would send it into Jessica’s room. He flipped the microphone on
and his voice filled her room. “For your viewing pleasure,” he purred and
flipped the speaker off, watching to see her reaction.

Jessica winced at
the screen, but when the
Metropolis
logo appeared, she let out a small
laugh.

Ty watched the
transformation as Jessica went into autopilot, running and staring at the
screen in tandem.

He focused his
attention on the show and when one of the secondary characters referred to the
main character as “Smallville,” he smiled and turned to his brother.

“He’s next.” Ty
pointed at the screen.

Frank laughed at
his brother. “It’s too big of a risk. We’ve never had that kind of high profile
target here. I don’t feel like seeing everything I’ve worked for all these
years blown away by an idiotic move like this.”

Ty smiled and looked
at Jessica and then back at the screen. “Sure it’s a risk. But think of the
payoff.” He turned back, knowing what made his stepbrother tick. Knowing greed
drove the bastard even though he had more money than he could ever spend,
throwing it out there would paint dollar signs in front of his eyes. “Didn’t
you say our clients want to see some names in the videos?”

Frank studied him
and then glanced at the screen. “How?”

Ty bit his lip. “I
don’t know yet,” he said. “It could take a while.” He looked down at the set
and began to filter through the pamphlets.

Frank nodded,
leaving him to figure it out.

He set the DVD so
it would continuously loop and connected to the Internet researching the show,
the filming locations and where exactly the star lived when he was not on set. He
leaned back, the plan already forming.