CHAPTER NINEMary Jo #2
“Only good girls get to come. And you are not one.” Jayden pulls something out of his pocket, and before I can react, slips it around my ankle and locks it together.
I look down.
An ankle monitor.
A god-damned ankle monitor.
Fire fills my blood. I spit, “Your mother never loved you, did she?”
He laughs, and the sound is full of menace, “No, kitten. She didn’t.
” He leans into me and his breath comes hot through the mask.
“The sooner you get this, the better things will go for you. You belong to me. You belong to him. We control the very air you breathe. Your orgasms. Where you go and what you do. You’ll be our good little pet, or we’ll punish you.
And punishments only get worse from here. ”
I growl, shame and anger fill me, “I hate you, Sir .” More than I’ve ever hated anyone.
He laughs and throws the mask off his face, his dark hair tousled, his cheekbones catching the low light. “You have no idea. I haven’t scratched the surface of what I’m going to do to you.”
Jayden stands.
“Help her back Cole.” He looks at me in disgust. “That foot needs to be looked at again.”
He drops down from the bed of the truck and disappears.
Cole slides the mask off his face and holds out a hand to me.
“I got it,” I snap, then follow with a mocking, “Master.”
He chuckles.
I pull my leggings back up, realizing how exposed I am. I stand and also realize how much I’m bleeding. Running must have opened the cut more.
Cole turns his back to me and crouches down.
“Hop on.”
A piggyback ride? Jesus, what dimension am I in?
I’m getting whiplash from their mood changes.
I consider refusing but know that’ll get me in more trouble.
I hesitantly wrap my legs around his back.
I grab only as much of his shoulders and chest as I need to keep from falling off.
He gets us out of the truck and walks us out of the garage. He walks like I weigh nothing.
He’s warm and muscled under me. We walk back to the cabin. Once inside, he sets me on the kitchen island and puts in the code in the alarm box.
I watch, but he uses his body to shield what he’s doing.
He returns.
The sound of a car engine sounds from outside.
He puts both his hands on the outsides of my thighs. “He’s going to town to get more supplies. Just you and me, lemon drop.”
I glare at the stupid name.
“Lemon, cause your hair.” He gestures at my blond, “And because you’re tart. I like it.”
“I hate it.”
He ducks his head into my neck and takes a deep breath through his nose. “Noted. I’ll take it up with management. Now give me your foot.”
He bandages me up again. It hurts more than last time. When he’s done, he goes upstairs. He comes back down with a small pill.
“For the pain.”
I eye it, then him.
He shrugs. “I’m not going to make you take it. But keep in mind I don’t need to drug you to do what I want with you, little one.”
With that he picks me up, puts me on the couch, and pulls a blanket over me. He flips off all the lights but the bear lampshade on the end table. He then flips his knife out of his back pocket and gets to whittling again on the couch across from me.
Pain and exhaustion hit me at once. I debate not taking the pill just to prove a point. But pain wins out and I grab a water bottle on the coffee table and take it. I try to keep my eyes open but I soon fall hard asleep.
***
In the bathroom the next morning, I examine the ankle monitor on my left leg.
It’s tight to my skin, but not uncomfortably so.
I try to remember what I’ve seen about ankle monitors on TV.
Aren’t they super hard to get off? This one looks like it’s just attached by a thin strip of rubber.
But on TV, as soon as you messed with them, the cops got a notification.
Don’t they require some sort of service to work? I wonder if he would put it on me when it doesn’t work just to fuck with me.
Probably.
Jayden comes back sometime mid-morning. I sit around in my room, pretending to read. I’m still horny from the night before. I want to touch myself, but I’m paranoid that he’ll know somehow. But that thought also makes me horny.
Which makes me angry.
I need a distraction. Desperately.
I limp to the kitchen. It’s just Jayden relaxing in the living room. I look in the fridge and see some new groceries.
I clear my throat. Jayden doesn’t look up. I do it again, louder. He cocks an eyebrow at me.
I picture smacking him in his pretty face but keep my tone neutral. “Can I cook?”
He arches a dark eyebrow. “I don’t know, can you?”
I huff, “Yes. I can . I’m asking permission.” Annoying asshole.
He stands and walks over. I look up at him and cross my arms. Pretend like he didn’t see my pussy last night. Like I didn’t like it.
“How bad do you want to, kitten?”
I close my eyes and swallow. “Badly.”
“Beg.”
I look up into his face. All traces of relaxation are gone and he’s hard and emotionless again.
I purse my lips. “Please.”
He looks bored. “Did you even try?”
I huff. Then, ever so slowly, get on my knees. I look up at him and put my hands on his thighs. He tenses at the touch. I lift my gaze to him. In a low voice and tone barely above a whisper, I ask, “Please…Sir.”
I can’t help but feel warm and tingly at my embarrassment and the proximity of my face to his crotch.
He grabs my chin in his hand and forces me to look at his face. “Yes. You may cook.” He drops his hold and stalks away, leaving me on my knees.
I scramble up. When I’m sure he’s facing away, I flip him off and then turn back to the fridge.
I spend the next hour scrounging together what I can with limited ingredients.
I did find glass spice jars tucked on a top shelf.
I made a hamburger curry with hamburger buns and frozen green beans.
I had to sit down periodically as my foot was killing me.
Whatever Cole gave me last night had worn off, but cooking felt good.
For the first time since being taken I felt like myself.
I didn’t realize how badly I missed feeling like me. And that made me sad.
I make enough for all of us. Cole came up from downstairs, and the men talk while I keep silent. I do the dishes. Cole sees me favoring my foot and brings me another pill, which I take immediately. Everyone then relaxes on the couches for a while like some fucked up group of friends.
Jayden is being too neutral since eating. He hasn’t even sent me a disgusted look. I have a feeling this truce will be over the minute the sun goes down.
***
I’m right.
I go to my room to try and avoid it but two shadows stalk in. They stand at the end of my bed with their arms crossed.
“Did you touch yourself today?”
I pull my legs up to my chest. “No.”
Jayden gives me a long stare. “Did you want to?”
My cheeks get hot and I hate myself for it. “No.”
Cole leans in. “Don’t lie to us, pretty girl.” His voice is not at all like it normally is. It’s low and full of promise.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Cole straightens and leaves the room. I panic. Jayden comes around the bed and cuffs me to it. I try and fight him but he bats my hands back like they’re annoying flies.
Cole comes back in with what looks like an old laptop. He opens it, and some movie is pulled up on the screen.
No, not a movie. Porn. And I recognize the actors. They’re the ones I always watch. My gaze jumps to Jayden. “How—”
He presses play, and a loud female moan fills the room. Ass is on full display on the screen as the male mounts behind the bound woman.
“You nasty girl. Do you like how he roughs her up? Takes what’s his?”
I put my hands on my burning cheeks. The sounds of wet flesh slapping on wet flesh begin, so loud in the small room.
Cole places the laptop on the edge of my bed.
Jayden says, “Don’t move it, don’t touch it, and don’t touch yourself.”
They stalk out of the room.
I stare at the laptop, eyes wide. It feels dirty that they know what I watch. Like something very private is being blasted all over social media.
The male actor has switched from pounding the woman’s pussy from behind to eating her out. She’s bound on the bed, hands stretched above her so she can’t stop him. She moans loudly.
Embarrassment fights with my horniness. The shame is overwhelming.
I close my eyes. This will be fine. I won’t let them win this. Everyone watches porn. There is nothing to be embarrassed about.
As I ease my embarrassment and listen to the sounds of fucking though, my horniness rises. Grunting and soft gasps of pleasure. Some slaps of pain. Knowing she can’t get away while he claims her.
No! I need to stop this.
It is something to be embarrassed about. They know your fantasies. They shouldn’t know. You’re an embarrassment. They think you’re sick. What would Kyle think?
They like sick .
Fuck.
I look at the computer again. It’s the first time I’ve had access to an electronic since I was taken. Surely they wouldn’t leave me with access to the internet?
But how else was the video playing? It looked just like it did when I played it on my phone.
Little warning bells go off in my head, saying I have yet to beat them in their own game. Fuck them. I move the mouse and see that I can make the existing screen smaller without turning it off. I click to do so. I look at the toolbar and don’t see internet access.
Fuck.
I click the video back to full screen.
The video ends, and another one starts. And then that one ends, and another one starts. Over and over. The volume is up very loud. Spankings and punishments and orgasms.
My panties are soaked. I’ve given up trying to not be horny and just accept it.
My door bursts open, and I jump.
Both men come in. They have t-shirts on, so their muscled and tattooed arms are clearly visible. They look dangerous.
They did that on purpose.
Cole takes the computer, and the sounds of fucking finally stop. He clicks around for a bit, and my heart rate speeds up. What is he looking for?
Jayden watches me.