Chapter 13
SABLE
"This is much nicer, wouldn't you say?" the senator said, sweeping his hand to gesture at the expansive view of the city visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"Much more private for the things we have to do here." He undid his tie and let it drape around his neck.
While his thugs arrayed themselves around the door, he walked over to a bar beside an enormous kitchen and poured himself a glass of whiskey. The three fingers of alcohol glittered in the light of an enormous chandelier that probably cost the equivalent of a family home.
I didn't need Leif to tell me there was a fine line between decadent and ostentatious. This was the latter. Money spent to impress, not for beauty or function.
Naturally, it wasn't us he wanted to impress.
That dubious honor went to the other people who frequented this place.
An expensive penthouse apartment on the Upper East Side.
The neighbors probably thought he was a nice, powerful man from out of state, who frequented the city when convenient or necessary.
If only they knew.
Did those windows open? I didn't think so. Otherwise someone might have pushed him out.
The senator sipped and jerked his head toward a doorway which led into an enormous bedroom. A king-size bed dominated the space.
I glanced towards Woody. His standard scowl was on his face. His eyes guarded. Subtly alert. Watching me. Watching the senator. Watching the thugs. Looking, I hoped, for a way out.
He stepped into the bedroom behind me and turned so his back was to the wall. Me directly in front of him. Everything within his view.
"I'm not going to let you kill her," the senator said. "Not yet."
Woody shrugged, his heavy shoulders rising and slumping. "I don't want to kill her. Not yet." He echoed the other man's words. "Like I said, this will be better."
"I agree completely." The senator pulled a chair over from where it sat under a table to the side of the room. "You hate her so much?" He leaned back and crossed his legs. "Fuck her."
Woody stared at him. "What?" He glanced over at me, a dark heat in his eyes.
I took a step back, partly because of his expression. He looked like a lion and I was a tiny mouse.
I took another step back because of where we were.
Was he really thinking of fucking me in front of another man? In front of a monster who had thugs arrayed outside the door? Men who'd be listening to everything. Men who'd shoot us if the senator ordered them to.
Chances were he'd offer Woody up first.
Then he and I would be alone.
"You heard me," the senator said. He reached over to the table and picked up a pair of scissors. "These might help." He handed them out, handle first.
Woody accepted them and stalked towards me.
"She smells good." He moved in closer until we were chest to chest, and buried his face in my hair. He inhaled deeply before whispering, "Sorry, I'll get us out of this."
He leaned back and smirked.
I nodded with my eyes to indicate I understood. He promised to wait until he was worthy of me, but we had no choice. Until we found a way to get out, we had to do what we were told, even this.
Woody stepped around me and undid the clasp of the necklace, letting it slide down my neck. He grabbed it before it could fall and shoved it into his pocket.
The neckline of my dress was next. Instead of taking hold of the zipper and pulling it down, he placed the blades of the scissors against the top of the fabric and started to cut.
He snipped down to the strap of my bra, then sliced through that as well. The front of the dress and my bra slid off, leaving me bare from the waist up.
I wanted to throw my hands in front of myself, but I was frozen to the spot. I'd never felt so vulnerable in my life. I'd had nightmares that weren't as confronting as this.
I swallowed hard to keep from crying or melting down. I couldn't do that. Not here. If I did, I'd be dead.
Switch off, I told myself. Disassociate. Block it out. Move when you need to, but don't think.
This was not how I pictured being with him.
Woody went on cutting until the dress fell to the floor. Walking around to the front of me, his lips drew back with a hint of annoyance. Was it directed at me, himself, or the senator? Possibly all of the above.
He exhaled out his nose before he hooked a finger into the waistband of my panties, and it slid the blade of the scissors against my skin. Hard and cool.
It shouldn't have been arousing, but I couldn't help myself. The pulse between my legs pumped like crazy, driving heat around my body.
What the hell? In spite of everything, I wanted Woody. Needed him.
Snip. He cut my panties away, leaving me standing in a pair of heels.
"I'm starting to see what's special about her," the senator said.
Woody's fingers wrapped around the scissors, his fingers turning white, likely picturing himself stabbing the senator in the neck.
He sucked in a breath and tossed them onto the table instead. They landed with a clatter. If it wasn't for the thugs outside the door, he'd snatch it up and drive it into the senator's jugular.
We'd both be dead a moment later.
His hands on my shoulders, he pushed me back to the bed. Lying me down so I was splayed in front of him, my hair fanning out around me. His erection pressed into my leg through the fabric of his suit.
"You don't want to do this," I said in a small voice.
It wasn't a lie. We wanted each other, but not like this.
Regret and resignation crossed his face. "No, but I'm going to." He'd be kicked out of the apartment at best. Dead at worst. The senator didn't let him stay as a favor. Woody was a toy, like me. A puppet to be controlled for his amusement. Obey, or get the fuck out of the way.
Woody shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it to the floor. His tie and shirt followed. His muscles bunched as he straddled me, his hands to either side of my face.
He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head before rolling me over onto my stomach. One hand holding me in place, he shoved my legs open with the other and rammed his fingers inside me.
I let out a cry of pain, while trying like hell to forget we were being watched. I couldn't. The senator's presence was a storm cloud right over us both. Palpable and dark. A reminder we were on display like a pair of animals.
This wasn't like when I was with Forrest and Leif, sharing a moment. That was intimate. This was impersonal. I might as well have been out in public. Or in the zoo.
"Is she wet?" the senator asked.
"Not wet enough," Woody replied. He worked me harder.
In spite of myself, my body started to respond, making me wetter, making my clit throb with need.
"I think she secretly wants this," the senator said. Did he have to sound so fucking smug?
I whimpered. That was in character. Feel, but don't fight. I didn't want to fight, but the struggle not to rock against Woody's hand was overwhelming.
"He tried to kill me." The senator would want to know I wasn't completely broken. Where would the fun be in that?
"Then he's exactly the person who should fuck you first," the senator said.
Tears leaked from my eyes at the relentlessness of Woody's hand. My insides were starting to burn.
When I thought I couldn't take any more, he pulled his hand out and pushed off his pants and boxers. Bright yellow with the kind of unicorns I imagined the senator might have tattooed on himself.
They looked better on Woody.
Woody rolled me back over onto my back and straddled me, lying in such a way that most of my body was obscured from view. He buried his face in the side of my neck and bit down on the tender skin there.
I didn't fake the cry of pain and surprise. Had he drawn blood? Should that have felt so good?
He shoved my knees apart and pressed his cock against my entrance. He ground against me like he was trying to fake that we were fucking so the senator would think we were. He groaned, his cock growing harder.
A shadow fell over us. The senator had risen from the chair and was standing behind us. The front of his trousers open, his hand curled around his cock.
"Isn't that a shame?" he said, looking at me sideways. "You've ruined her make-up." He looked at me sideways.
You're a monster, I thought at him. I didn't want him to watch, but I wanted to feel Woody inside me. Needed it. My whole body was aching for him.
"Go on, let me see you fuck her," the senator insisted. He leaned down, forcing Woody to shift the angle.
Reluctant, he slid his cock halfway inside me. Then the rest, all the way to his balls.
He felt so fucking good.
I closed my eyes and tried to pretend it was just us. Back in my apartment. Maybe his. Anywhere but here. Anywhere but where we had an audience who wanted to break us both.
That was what this was about. Wasn't it? He didn't just want to break me. He wanted to see what he could make Woody do. Did that make him feel powerful, thinking Woody forced himself on me?
A quick death from a pair of scissors or a knife was too fast for him. I wanted to slice off his fingers one by one, then his cock and balls and make him eat them.
I scrunched my face up. The only cock and balls I wanted to think about right now were Woody's.
I let more tears slide down my cheeks. Let him think I hated every minute of this. Let him think he'd won some kind of victory. I tried to ignore the fact he must be seeing my breasts bounce as Woody pounded into me.
I might cut his eyes out first.
I tried to ignore the senator's groan as he stroked himself. "That's it," he muttered. "Fuck her nice and hard. Show her who owns her."
I didn't miss Woody's minute grunt. If anyone in this room owned me, it was him. Not the asshole who stood beside us, watching us. Getting off on thinking he could ruin me.
Woody reached in between us and ran his thumb over my clit, between thrusts, driving me toward orgasm in spite of myself.
Part of me was horrified, but my body was all in, desperate for release. I bit my lip and managed to keep from groaning as I came.
Woody followed a moment later, grinding against me and crying out his release as he spilled himself into me.
"Fuck yeah," he moaned. "She knows who owns her, all right."
I kept my eyes closed as the senator chuckled and the sound of his own orgasm filled the room. Coming, I assumed, in his hand. Better there than on or in me.
"That's a good start," the senator said finally. "It's getting late and I have a flight in the morning. I trust you can keep her entertained while I'm away for a day or two. My men will stay here and keep an eye on you both."
I opened my eyes a crack as he started toward the door.
"Oh, and don't worry, there are no clothes here for her. She can stay as she is." He gave me a slick smile, his gaze lingering on my bare body, before stepping out the door.
Woody muttered something that sounded like "motherfucker" before he slumped down beside me.
I hummed my agreement and exchanged glances with him. How the hell were we going to get out of here?