Carnal Series 1 - Carnal lesson

Carnal Lesson

By Vonna Harper

Chapter One

“
It’s going to backfire on you one of these days. I’m surprised it hasn’t already.”

Laughing Chari Maitland leaned against the cherry bar she’d just wiped. “The hell it is. Men are such idiots. They’ll do anything for a little pussy.”

“
You’re juggling three boyfriends. They’re bound to find out about each other.”

“
Not boyfriends. Sugar daddies.” Chari looked around to make sure no one was listening to the conversation between Sandy and herself. It was nearly closing time at the Top Lounge. The only people still at the upscale bar didn’t care about anything beyond what was in their glasses.

“
That’s how you see them?”

Sandy, whose divorce had finalized a couple of months ago, was just getting back in the dating game. To Chari’s way of thinking, the cocktail waitress was letting an antiquated moral code get in the way of her getting laid. Poor Sandy needed some silicone and acrylic to say nothing of a professional dye job and diet if she expected to hold her own in today’s single market.

“
If you’re asking if I’m in love with any of them, the answer’s no.” A couple at a corner table got up and headed for the door. Another fifteen or so minutes and she could get out of her miserably painful but sexy heels.

Sandy frowned. “Isn’t that whole idea of dating? To find someone to love?”

“
Eventually. Once things start sagging and I’m no longer beating the men off.”

“
So until that happens, what?”

“
I enjoy the hell out of my life.”

Going by Sandy’s frown, the other woman still didn’t get it, but Chari wasn’t in the mood to try to explain. As Sandy left to clean the just-vacated table, Chari opened the cash register, pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, and tucked it into her bra. Now she wouldn’t have to go to the ATM machine.

She didn’t have to work. Any one of the three men she was
dating
saw her as a trophy, but she wasn’t about to turn her life over to a member of the opposite sex. The money, gifts, and trips they showered on her was her reward for spreading her legs for them. Men were such fools. Granted, Norman, Ed, and Platt were all decent and generous. Otherwise she wouldn’t have anything to do with them. But Norman was married, Ed had been divorced three times, and Platt’s business all but consumed him. None were what she had any intention of spending the rest of her life with.

The door opened, drawing her attention toward it. A man who made her think of a bulldog stepped in. Sandy went up to him and said something Chari couldn’t hear, not that she needed to. Sandy was letting the newcomer know the Lounge wasn’t serving any more drinks tonight.

The man shrugged. Instead of leaving, however, he studied the surroundings. Only once he’d taken in everything else did he look her way. The connection lasted maybe a second yet she felt what, uneasy? No, damn it, nothing intimidated her. She knew how to take care of herself.

All right, she reluctantly admitted as the newcomer closed the door behind him. She was pissed because he hadn’t considered her worthy of more than a glance.

“
To hell with you. You don’t know what you’re missing.” She gave weight to her pronouncement by running her professionally manicured nails into her pale blonde shoulder-length hair with the red streak near her left temple. Too bad she was behind the bar. Otherwise the bull dog would have been treated to an hourglass figure complete with permanently perky breasts.

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Still pissed, Cheri headed for her car in the nearly empty parking lot behind the Lounge. Damn her uncle Stevie. Sure he owned the bar, but that didn’t give him the right to call as she was getting ready to leave and practically demand she work tomorrow night. It wasn’t her problem the weekday bartender was sick. She had more important things to do with her time than pretend to give a damn about tired businesspeople complaining about their jobs. Of course she’d told Uncle Stevie he’d have to look elsewhere. Of course he’d tried to hand her his tired lecture about how she owed him. Just because Aunt Janet and he’d taken her in after her folks kicked her out when she was fifteen didn’t mean he could order her around now. Mixing drinks fed her creativity and put her smack in the middle of the city’s weekend energy. Bottom line, her job allowed her to be part of the
in
crowd.   

At least her feet were no longer killing her, she acknowledged as she pulled her keys out of her back pocket. The sandals she’d put on after placing her heels in her work locker felt good. She intended to sleep in followed by a trip to a new women’s clothing store. She wouldn’t buy anything. Her goal was to compile a
want
list followed by a few well-placed hints to her lovers. Wouldn’t it be a laugh if all three wound up at the store at the same time and tried to buy the same items?

Trusting she could work things out, she remotely unlocked her new yet paid-for sports car. The headlights came on. Unfortunately, they didn’t do much to get rid of the surrounding dark. Just last week Uncle Stevie had had work done on the lighting back here. What had happened?  

Frowning, she looked around. The only other vehicle was a pickup with a shell. If someone was using the lot to sleep in—

Before she could finish the thought, the truck’s driver’s door opened and someone stepped out. The truck’s interior light revealed little.

“
Good evening, Cheri,” a masculine voice said. “Oops, it’s after midnight, isn’t it? Good morning then.”       

What?
“How do you know my name?”

“
You’ll learn soon enough,” he said as he headed toward her. “Right now I have certain tasks to perform.”

No one had ever aimed a pistol at her. Maybe that’s why she couldn’t make her mind comprehend what her eyes were trying to tell her. “No!”

“
Oh yes.”

Gripping the pistol in both hands, he pointed it at her middle. Still not believing this was happening, she spun away. The puffing sound barely registered. Something sharp stabbed her side. Touching it, she realized a dart had penetrated her silk blouse. Damn it, the blouse was new!

To hell with your clothes. Run. Escape.

She sprinted toward the lounge. Her first three strides felt strong, the next not quite so much. Alarmed by her sudden lack of energy, she concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other. She didn’t drink on the job so liquor had nothing to do with how she felt. Daily runs kept the pounds off and she was in good shape.

No matter how hard she tried to pick up the pace, her legs weren’t getting the message. And it wasn’t just her legs. She now lacked the strength to lift her arms. Even her head felt heavy.

“
Amazing, isn’t it?” the man behind her said as her keys slipped from her fingers. “The instant the drug hits the bloodstream, your muscles start to shut down. Just thought you’d like to know.”

Now she couldn’t walk. More frightening, her legs started to buckle. As the pavement came up to meet her, she tried but failed to break her fall. Sobbing, she sank in a heap. Every inch of her felt the way a limb did when she slept on it. Her mind still worked, kind of, and she could see the man’s legs as he stood over her.

“
Hell of a concoction, isn’t it?” He chuckled. “I’d like to take credit for it, but truth is a co-worker at Carnal Incorporated is responsible. You can see and hear and fortunately breathe. Other than that, well, I’ll leave that to you to figure out.”

Staying in the light cast by her car’s headlights, he knelt beside her and rolled her onto her stomach. He turned her head to the side, then straightened her legs and pulled her arms behind her. When he let go of them, they flopped back by her sides.

“
You aren’t being helpful.” He slapped her buttocks.

Relief all but swamped her when he got to his feet and disappeared. He’d drive away, leaving her here to recover from whatever he’d shot her with.

No, she forced herself to comprehend. He wouldn’t leave.  

Moments later something hard jabbed the side opposite from the direction he’d turned her head. “Hey, you still awake? Hopefully you didn’t miss me. I was just after some of my equipment. For the record, the security camera has been disabled.”

Not being able to see him terrified her. She didn’t dare ponder what he meant by equipment.

“
Okay, first things first. You’re way too overdressed.”

She’d worn a skirt that barely covered the essentials because she loved male customers’ reaction to long, bare legs. Now she wished to hell she’d put on bulky sweats.

“
My Carnal partner and I occasionally argue over how much to reveal about her situation to a subject. The way I see it, each subject is different. You for example—I’m not telling you anything you don’t know, but you really are a bitch.”

No, I’m not!

“
Once the medication wears off, I’ll decide whether to let you argue your case. Right now I need to make sure you can’t sound the alarm. Want to see what I’m talking about?”

Going by where his voice was coming from, she guessed he was kneeling. She was left with no doubt when he reached over her and held something in front of her. Even with the lousy lighting, she made out what looked like a horse bridle. The horrible difference was that this one looked as if it had been designed for humans. She barely cared that the bit was wood not metal.

“
This’ll mess up that hank of hair of yours,” he said, “but I don’t give a damn and could care less what you think.”

Disbelief followed by helplessness wrapped itself around her as he pressed the bit against her teeth. She couldn’t prevent it from parting her lips and jamming against the sides of her mouth. Her ability to feel was returning. As a result, she understood what he was doing when he fastened straps at the back of her head. More straps went over the top. Others tightened near her neck to hold the bit in place. When he was done, he patted her cheek.

“
You look lovely, bitch. Hmm. I suppose it’s time to call you what you are, a Carnal captive. You won’t need your name any more. Neither will you have a need for these.”

He grasped her skirt waistband and tried to yank it over her hips without unzipping it. Even with everything that was happening to her, she longed to tell him he was going at this the hard way. Then he stopped tugging.

“
Changing my tactics,” he said as if they were discussing the weather. “Since your need for clothes is behind you, you can’t care what I do with them—and even if you do, tough shit.”

He didn’t need to show her the knife! If only she could cry out, but the wood in her mouth had silenced her.

Grabbing the waistband again, he pulled it away from her body. The knife’s blunt edge slid over her buttocks. A moment later she heard a ripping sound followed by the skirt falling off her. Did he intend to rape her out here?
Please, someone, come by!
 

“
You call those panties?” He tugged on her thong so the bit of fabric ground against her sex. “Waste of good money. Fortunately for you, I’m not in a hurry to get rid of that. My intention was to get to your waist. You’ll soon see why.”

He started winding rope around her there, the strands pressing against her navel. She lost count of how many times he reached under her to complete another circuit. Hard as she tried, she couldn’t move a muscle to try to stop him. Finally he secured the rope against the base of her spine. That done, he pulled her arms behind her and tied her wrists to her waist.

“
My partner might say this is overkill, that roping your wrists together is enough, but I like the look. Besides, I’m not done.”

Not done. What more would he do to her?

All too soon she had her answer. He started by rolling her onto her back so her weight pressed against her immobilized arms. Next he grabbed her hair and pulled her into a sitting position. She barely had time to recognize him as the bulldog who’d come into the bar earlier before he hoisted her over his shoulders. The way he effortlessly stood despite his burden told her how strong he was.

Less than newborn weak, she sagged against him while he carried her to the back of his pickup. After opening the tailgate, he tossed her in. What felt like carpet pressed against her shoulders, back, and nearly naked buttocks. She heard him walk away only to return seconds later. He threw her ruined skirt over her face, blinding her.

Terrified, she put everything she had into trying to shake her head. It moved a little.

“
Wearing off is it? Not a problem.”

She sensed him climb into the bed. Waiting for him to touch her seemed to last forever. Tears burned. Against all reason, she was glad he couldn’t see her crying.

“
I have any number of options when it comes to preparing subjects for travel.” He rested a too-large hand on her thigh. “I rather like the idea of letting you try to get free—without it happening of course. So, although this vehicle is equipped with a number of restraints, I’ve decided to keep it simple.”