CHAPTER FIFTEENMary Jo
Mary Jo
The darkness creeps me the fuck out. The shadows that the moon casts hide so many alcoves, overhangs, and brushy areas. Perfect for wildlife—or people—to hide in. I keep thinking about coyotes and bears, and every time I see a big shadow, I think the gig is up. I almost wish the moon wasn’t out.
I trip on another stick. Cole’s socks are soaked, and my feet are numb.
His shoes didn’t fit and were only going to slow me down.
The rest of me is staying pretty warm. I wonder for the hundredth time how long I’ve been out here.
I plan what I’m going to say when I find a road.
Help, two men kidnapped me and have been holding me hostage in their cabin.
Description? Tall. Tattooed. Hot, really hot. Fuck. I’m fucked up.
A stick cracks on the hill to my left. I snap my head that way and freeze. I don’t see any movement in the night. My heart hasn’t stopped racing since I cut the monitor off.
It was nothing. A squirrel. I slow my breathing and keep going.
A voice sing-songs, “Kiiiiiitteeeeeeen.” It’s deep and close as fuck.
A scream rips through me and I take off. Terror burns through my veins. Holy shit how did they find me? I’ve never been more scared in my life.
“Someone’s been a bad girl.” It’s the same voice, Jayden, on my left. I veer to my right. Where’s Cole?
I reach the end of the gully, and there, in a small clearing, stands a shadowed, hulking form. I scream again. The sound is loud in the crisp air. I skid to my right, turning to go back the way I came. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I scramble for Cole’s knife in my pocket.
A hard body slams into me, and I’m snatched up into the air.
“Oh kitten,” Jayden’s voice purrs in my ear. “You shouldn’t have run.”
I get the knife in my right hand. Cole appears in front of me, then the world blurs, and I’m pressed up against a tree. Strong arms wrestle to get mine. I slash with the knife.
“Shit, watch her.”
An iron grip locks around my wrist and cranks. I cry out, pain blazing through me. I realize I’ve dropped the knife. Fuck! My arms are yanked behind my back and I’m solidly pinned.
I scream again. Cole groans beside me. “Stop that, little one. I’m going to come in my pants, and we haven’t even started.”
“Let me go! Fuck you! Help! Someone help!”
Jayden leans what feels like his whole body weight into me.
Cole flips the knife. “I didn’t know you liked knife play, little one. Kinky.”
I keep fighting, bucking, and squirming against the tree. “Let me go, you sick bastards.”
Jayden groans.
Cole leans close to me. “Were you going to use this on me? Cut me with my own knife?”
“Yes,” I hiss.
“Hmmm.” He rubs the flat of the blade against my cheek. I jerk my face away, scraping it on the tree’s rough bark.
“What were you going to do after that? Lick my blood off it? Fuck yourself with it?”
“What?” I tremble.
“What a nasty little girl.”
Jayden buries his face in my hair and pulls in a deep breath. I feel his chest expanding from where he’s pressed into me.
“Watch out, Jay.”
Jayden shifts slightly, and a cold blade presses to my right hip. I stop breathing.
“Let me help you with these.” There’s a ripping noise, and he cuts all the way down my pant leg. He does the same with every layer I have on until the scraps are hanging down and cold air rushes up my leg and to my wet core.
Jayden eases up the pressure so I can shift slightly to see Cole better. He looks violent. He pulls something out of his pocket. It shines dull in the moonlight. The spice shaker.
My heaving breathing stills. I feel the rough bark under me. The pressure of Jayden’s fingers. His steady rise and fall of breath. I feel my heartbeat; fast, like a rabbit.
“I’m all for being fair.” Cole reaches out and caresses my bare thigh. “You fucked me with this, so I’ll fuck you with it.”
I gasp.
He spits on it and I feel his hand go between our legs and up to my center.
I start fighting for real now. Jayden presses me into the tree, my struggles barely moving him.
“No, no, no, no!”
“Fuck.” He looks up at Jayden with dark eyes. “She’s so wet.”
I bury my nose in the tree, embarrassed he can tell how turned on I am.
Jayden’s chest rumbles. “Relax, kitten. Let him in.”
Cole’s fingers massage my clit, spreading the wetness around until the cool air hits it, and I’m struck with both heat and cold. He pushes a finger into me. I gasp and still.
“You feel me in you? This is my pussy. His pussy. It can be as depraved as you want, but only for us.”
I feel his arm flexing between our legs, and he puts another finger in. He pumps them in and out while playing with my clit with his thumb. Wet sucking sounds fill the night.
“God damn, Cole,” Jayden says.
I tremble in Jayden’s hold. “Fuck…you.” But my voice is breathy. Cole chuckles, and I buck.
“So responsive,” he says. He works me expertly, and I fight pleasure. I feel Jayden’s hardness press into my lower back. I’m no longer fighting him. I’m fighting myself. Not to feel this. Not to enjoy it. I think about home. I think about Kyle.
Cole slaps my pussy, hard. “Where did you go, little one? Get out of your head.”
Despite myself, I moan. The pain was shooting, and the pleasure immediately after just as much so. It made my knees buckle a little. Jayden holds me up.
Cole smacks me again and I cry out this time. He pinches my clit between his fingers, and pulls it away from my body rhythmically, in a pulsing motion. “That’s right. Hate me. Hate me so damn good.”
My entire body stiffens.
“Yes, kitten,” Jayden murmurs in my ear, “Come for him.”
I can’t help it. Lightning shoots through me, and I come hard. I pulse and pulse, breathing hard and ragged.
I don’t notice Cole move. Suddenly there’s something cold and hard against my pussy.
“Relax.”
I stiffen.
“It’s not that big. Our cocks are bigger, you better get used to it.”
“Please…” I squirm to get away. To relieve the over-stimulation.
“Please what, little one? Please make it good? Please don’t make it hurt?” His voice lowers, “Oh, but I think you like a little pain with your pleasure.”
He presses the shaker slightly into me, and I cry out. My pussy stretches to get around it. The unforgiving edges burn.
“Good girl. You’re doing so good.” He pushes it in more.
I press back against Jayden to get away. Cole adds a finger to my clit, and the already sensitive area quickly responds. The pain mixes with pleasure.
“Cole,” I breathe.
“Mhmm?” I feel his arm moving gently up and down and the hard object inside as he fucks me.
I groan, “I can’t…”
Jayden shushes me, “You don’t have to do anything. Just take it.”
I drop my head against the tree. I want to fight the pleasure again. At that moment, Jayden leans in and bites my neck hard, and Cole pushes the bottle deep inside while pressing on my clit. I come. I give a shuddering cry, a mix of tears, pain, and pleasure.
The world blurs a bit as I come down. I breathe and barely notice Jayden shifting behind me. He brushes his nose to my neck, making me shiver and bare it for him.
Sharp pain bites into my neck and stings. I jerk.
“Easy. We’ve got you.”
“What—”
“I’m getting déjà vu,” Jayden purrs into my ear. “Last time we did this you became mine.”
Oh shit. Did he drug me? I struggle, but he has me in an iron hold. I kick and fight until the world blurs and spins. Until I can’t anymore.
***
Everything feels fuzzy like my brain is wrapped in cotton candy. Something buzzes.
I moan. I hear familiar voices in the background. Deep, guttural voices.
Some of the fog clears.
“…waking up…”
The buzzing continues. As does vibrating right above my ass.
I try to open my eyes. Light filters in and I squint. I see colors and shapes that look slightly off, like I’m looking at the world through a bubble.
I moan.
“Relax, kitten.”
Jayden.
I do relax. But something tells me I shouldn’t. Why?
The vibrating turns to a buzzing which turns to tiny pinpricks.
I shift, trying to ease the feeling. But I hardly move anywhere. I realize there’s a weight on the back of my legs.
No, not a weight. A body.
A sick feeling overwhelms me. I rub my eyes and do my best to open them again. I see I’m on the couch in the cabin. It’s morning, and the sun is blinding me. Cool air brushes my back. The pinpricks are becoming more painful.
I twist my neck around. Jayden is sitting on the back of my legs, holding a tattoo gun. He flashes me a smug smile. His eyes are cold.
Fuck, Jayden! My escape. The memories flash through me.
I start to fight.
“Stop. You don’t want to ruin the pretty piece I’m putting on you.” The pinpricks pause. I freeze. They start again.
Is he…tattooing me?
I push to get up.
Cole’s voice comes, sounding bored. “Stop, little one. He’ll put you back out. He’s kind of a perfectionist when it comes to his art.”
“What the hell?” I stop moving. “I don’t want a tattoo!”
“Should have thought of that when you ran.”
I crane my neck to see what he’s doing.
“Lay down, you can see it when I’m done.”
“Are you giving me a tramp stamp ?”
He chuckles. There’s no mirth in it.
A wave of rage flows through me. I barely check it. I don’t want him to drug me again, and I know he will. Rage is followed by frustration, followed by crippling sadness.
I turn my face into the couch to hide my emotions. I failed. I tried to get away, and I’m back here again .
Nausea slams into me.
“I think I’m going to be sick.” I barely lean over the couch’s edge before I’m vomiting onto the floor.
Soon a trash can is put under me. I heave into it until I’m dry heaving. And I keep going. I puke nothing until tears stream down my face.
Finally, the waves of nausea end. I hang my head on the edge of the trash can and heave in a breath.
I realize someone is holding my hair back. I look up. Cole looks concerned.
“I think you gave her too much.”
“I didn’t give her any more than last time.”
I close my eyes and lay my head back down. I remember the chase. The intoxicating fear when they hunted me down. The lust when they took me; when they made me come. My pussy gets wet again, and I scrunch my eyes shut.
“Kitten.” Jayden has stopped tattooing me.
Slowly, I move my eyes back to him.
His gaze is shuttered. “Are you going to be sick again?”
I take stock of how I feel. Like shit, but not like throwing up. “No,” I mutter. Arrogant fucker. Inconvenienced by my puking when he forced the drugs on me. Or maybe mad at me for running. I don’t care. Either way, he asked for it.
He gets back to tattooing me. When he’s done, he gets off me. My back feels like it’s on fire. I stand and stretch, glaring at both men, hoping it makes me look hard. Inside though I feel…tired.
I cross my arms. Jayden pulls out a phone and snaps a picture. He flips it around so I can see.
He’s tattooed both of their names between the two dimples in my back. I gasp.
Cole makes an appreciative sound. “God damn. It’s so hot to have you branded as ours.”
I want to say something but no words come out. It’s clear Jayden has skill and the names are written in clean, legible flowy script, though my skin is raised in irritation. Jayden starts to tend to it.
“I hate it,” I say in monotone.
“Wash and lotion it twice a day and don’t scratch it.”
I wait for the anger in me. It doesn’t come. “Can I go to bed?”
Both of them give me quick looks as if that wasn’t the reaction they were expecting.
“Have anything else tucked in there to hit me with?” Cole asks.
“No.”
He shrugs. I start to go to my room, but Jayden says, “Crawl, kitten.”
I snap to look at him.
“Remember the rules. You break a rule, you crawl.”
I hate it. I hate him. I hate everything.
But I drop to my knees and crawl to my room.
I feel their heated stares on my ass as I leave.
When I get to my room, I shut the door almost all the way.
I vaguely notice there are warm, fuzzy socks on my feet.
I drop on my stomach on the bed and close my eyes.
What the hell were they thinking? Tattoos are fucking permanent. How am I going to explain this to Kyle?
Fuck. I just need sleep. Just sleep, and I’ll figure out a way to get home after that.