CHAPTER NINEMary Jo
Mary Jo
My foot feels a little better. It has scabbed over and doesn’t look quite so angry and red. I still have no shoes or socks though, so walking is a pain in my ass. Which upsets the shit out of me. I’ll need to bide my time.
I spend hours in my room, reading a book I had taken from the living room.
Watching the sun trace patterns on the walls.
I expect Jayden to bother me, but he doesn’t speak one word to me all day.
Even when I leave my room to get food. My frozen meals are running low.
Instead, I stick to peanut butter sandwiches, bringing them back to my room.
Cole isn’t around. Either that or he is laying low.
I listen to the sounds of the house, keeping inventory of what time Jayden does what. Well, as well as I can guess the time.
When evening rolls around, I can’t sleep. Jayden doesn’t come in to lock me up. I toss and turn until I fall into a fitful sleep.
I wake up with the feeling that I’m not alone.
I start up in bed, seeing two massive forms standing at the end of it wearing masks.
The masks are white with holes in them for the eyes and mouth.
One has a ghost smile in it, and the other has a slit for the mouth and stitching over the eyes.
The one with stitching is on my left, and the smiling face is on my right.
“Hello, pretty girl.” I can’t tell who growls it. Their voice is low and angry. “Care to play?”
I jump to my feet.
They toss a small black item down on my bed.
“You have 60 seconds to run. If you get away for longer than five minutes, we won’t put this on you.”
I can’t tell what it is, but it doesn’t matter. I bolt.
The one in the smiling mask reaches out and yanks a piece of my hair as I go by.
I sprint past the bathroom and to the front door. They’ve left it unlocked. I shoot out into the night and run around the house to the garage. There’s a fine layer of frost all over everything.
I need to hide and wait them out. I only have 60 seconds, and they’re both much faster than me.
The garage has two garage doors and one wooden one. It’s unlocked. I bolt inside and slam the door, locking the deadbolt and door knob. I stand in the dark, blind for a second. To my left are a truck and a car. The garage is two stories with what looks like an open balcony and a shop upstairs.
Think Jo! They’ll know this garage better than me. I need something to give me the upper hand.
I spot a cinder block to my right. I grab it and run upstairs, heart pounding, heaving for air. There’s a work bench near the railing, and I crawl up into the bottom shelf. Then I wait.
I try to get my breathing under control, but it feels like I can’t catch my breath.
My time has to be up by now. I picture both of them coming for me, stalking me. It does weird things to my core, and I realize with horror that I’m turned on.
Something is terribly wrong with me.
The door downstairs rattles.
I hunker down more.
There’s a pause, and then the deadbolt slams open, and the door slowly squeaks open. I look through the cracked cabinet doors of the bench. A man stands in the doorway, silhouetted by the icy frost behind him. His breath puffs out the top of his mask.
“Come out, come out wherever you are, pet.”
I shiver. His dark voice snakes right to my center. It sounds like he wants to devour me. He saunters in, and the other steps in behind him. They walk casually to the stairs.
Fuck! I needed them to walk under the balcony.
Their footsteps come in measured scrapes against the stairs. Scrape. Scrape. Scrape.
Then nothing. Complete silence.
I hold my breath. My pulse pounds in my ears. I wait. And wait. I close my eyes.
My cabinet doors fling open.
“Hello, kitten.” The voice purrs.
A terrifying white mask with dark holes is face to face with me.
I scream. I scramble past him, and he steps out of the way. I don’t register that that’s a problem before I slam into a hard body.
Arms band around me, pinning me.
“What time you got?”
“Two minutes. Tsk tsk, we gotta work on that time kitten.”
I scream and struggle. The arms clamp harder, restricting my movement and even my breathing.
“Fighting turns me on, little one,” the voice warns. I’m pretty sure it’s Cole, but I can’t tell for sure.
My hands are down at my sides. I pause for a second to breathe.
“What were you going to do with this cinder block, hmmm? Thinking about breaking one of the rules?”
I use my good foot to rake down the shin of the man holding me while I jerk my hand around to grab his junk. I squeeze through the heavy cargo material and twist.
With a pained grunt, he lets me go.
I fly down the stairs. I briefly notice bloody footprints on them. My footprints. That’s how they found me so quickly.
Footsteps sprint close behind me, and a shadow pushes past me to block the door. I veer to the vehicle and jump over the hood of the car.
I’m snatched up again and tossed into the bed of the truck. I scramble to get up, but the smiling mask is on me, hand against my throat as he pins me to the back of the cab.
He laughs with no hint of humor. “You asked for it.”
I scrabble at his hands, but it only makes him tighten his grip. Sounds go mute against my ears, and my eyes start to close.
I don’t realize he’s loosened his hold until I hear the other jump into the bed of the truck. I renew my clawing until smiley breathes in my ear, “Be still, or I’ll put you out. He has something to say to you.”
I look into the eyes of the masked man who crouches in front of me. They’re dark as far as I can see.
“Things have been way too relaxed recently. There are new rules.” He traces a finger along my lips.
I shiver.
“First. This mouth gets shitty with us, it gets punished. I’ll show you what it means to have a mouth full of filth.”
He adjusts his cock.
I gasp, realizing what he means.
He takes the opportunity to slide two fingers into my mouth. He shoves them all the way back until I gag.
I bite down hard.
He pulls out and smacks my cheek so hard I see stars. The hand around my throat doesn’t let up. I get even more wet.
“That’s the last time those pretty teeth will bite me. Ever. You understand?”
I nod, blinking away involuntary tears from the slap.
“Two. If we’re playing, you call me Sir. That’s the only way you’ll address me. You’ll call him Master.” It must be Jayden in the mask with a slit for a mouth. He nods at what must be Cole pinning my throat.
“The old rules still apply unless either of us tells you to run, you don’t hurt us, you don’t run. If you fuck up, you crawl the rest of the day. As well as anything else we decide.”
I’m pinching my thighs together.
He notices.
“Three. You never touch yourself unless we tell you to.”
I suck in a breath. What the hell?
Smiley leans in. “You can always beg me to do it for you…and I’ll think about it. If you’re a good girl.”
I shake my head and grit, “I’ll never do something like that, mother —”
Jayden grabs the button on the top of his pants.
I remember the rule and stop.
“What do you call him?”
I grit my teeth as wetness pools in my core against my will. “Master.”
“Thank me for not punishing you for that outburst.”
“Thank you very much...” I can’t keep a slight mocking out of my voice.
“She doesn’t learn.”
The hand tightens on my throat. “Nope.”
“It’s all pretty simple.” He leans his mask into my face. “Lower your pants.”
My eyes flare, and I jerk to get away, but I’m pinned solidly.
“Don’t act shy now. We told you the rules.” He takes a deep breath, seeming to feed on my fear.
Pressure is building in my core, and everything feels hot. I slide my hand down to my leggings and push them down a little.
“All the way.”
I do.
I feel the predatory hunger from both men and suddenly become aware of the pounding heartbeat in my clit.
“Play with yourself.”
The words make heat flame across my cheeks. I feel exposed, but something about their ragged breathing turns me on even more.
“I’ve never…done this…like this.”
Dangerous silence.
“Sir.”
He leans in, his voice rumbling behind the mask. “You’re going to touch that pretty little cunt. You’re going to make it drip for us. So you know you belong to us.”
I dip a finger down under my panties to brush against my clit. It feels so good I swallow against the hand on my neck.
I glance to my right. Two burning blue eyes look back at me.
I swipe over my clit again, and a wave of pleasure runs through me. Normally it takes a few minutes of play or porn, but I’m so turned on right now I feel electric.
There’s a soft moan beside me.
Jayden pulls out a phone and points it at me.
I yank my hand back.
“If you stop, I’ll send this to Kyle.”
Holy shit, Kyle. A wave of shame fills me. I’m touching myself in front of two other men while he’s probably frantically looking for me.
A strong finger drums on my neck. “Focus, little one.”
Jayden keeps facing the phone at me, his eyes hard. Embarrassment is hot in my body, but my core hasn’t gotten the message. The more I think I shouldn’t do this, the more wet I become.
Slowly I dip my hand back again. I circle my clit, feeling the arousal dripping out of me. The hand tightens. Pleasure and hatred create a headiness in me and a soft moan slips out.
“Fuck.” It’s Cole.
I close my eyes and keep going.
“Eyes open,” Jayden snaps. “On me. I want you to look at me as you pleasure that dirty cunt.”
I open them again. He stares me down while I play.
I do my best to glare back. Electric tingles shoot in waves from my core, and my muscles clench.
I feel myself get wetter as sounds start to fuzz from the pressure on my neck.
I jerk my hips up to meet my fingers. I’m slipping closer and closer into a spiral of pleasure as dark eyes stare back at me.
Just as I’m about to come, a loud voice demands, “Stop.”
I let out a frustrated cry. The hand releases me. My inner muscles flutter, needing release.