Read His Prize (The Cleaners Book 1) Online
Authors: Doris O'Connor
“I wouldn’t be too sure on that. If he was here now…”
“I’d be forced to take him out, but that’s neither here nor there, pumpkin.” He nudged her chin up to see her expression and grinned at the silent determination on her face.
“Not if I get to him first,” she said. “The bastard did nothing but lie to me, from the moment I met him, and like a stupid fool I believed him. I was so lonely after Gran died, and he…” She bit her lip, and Ren took pity on her.
“Wined and dined you, promised you the earth, told you he loved you?”
Susie swiped away the silent tear that had escaped her eyes, and nodded.
“Like I said, I was a fool. By the time I realized who he was and what he was involved in, it was too late. Had he not gone down for that bank job, lord only knows where I’d have ended up. Anyway, I thought I was rid of him, only to find out that he owed folks a shit ton of money, debts he’d run up in my name, and with him behind bars they came looking for me. I ran away to the only person I thought might be able to help me.” She glanced up at him nervously, and at his nod continued. “I didn’t really want to work for Huntly either. Kind of like jumping out of the frying pan into the fire, but he has a better reputation than the Priestlys, and Kim put in a good word for me, when she heard of my troubles.”
Ren smirked at that, and Susie frowned.
“You know Kim?” she asked. “She’s a college friend of mine, see, and—”
“Intimately, pumpkin, though it amuses me to hear that she ever went to college. Her talents definitely lie elsewhere and not in academia.” His amusement deepened when the meaning of his words seemed to sink in, and she tried her best not to react, yet failed miserably. Her blue eyes sparked fire at him, and his cock twitched against his zipper. It would be fun leashing all that passion, for sure.
“She was very good, in fact. I don’t know why she chose to … well, you know.”
“Do spit it out, pumpkin, and I know Kim is a clever little cunt.” Susie’s sharp intake of breath lightened his dark mood, and he flicked her nose with his index finger. “She wouldn’t have gotten as far as she has if she wasn’t. Besides, I happen to be very fond of the girls at the club, as you’ll find out soon enough.”
The girl gasped when he sprang to his feet and pulled her up, too.
“You’ve got five minutes to grab what you need. You won’t be coming back here.”
“But—”
He silenced her protest by clamping his large hands over her mouth. Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared with the effort to draw air into her lungs. Her fear was an almost palpable presence that Ren drank in.
“You heard me. Five minutes. What you can’t get in that time, you’ll leave. I have some phone calls to make to clear up this mess once and for all. You, girl.” He took his hand off of her mouth and winked at her. “I own you after this, and you
will
do as you’re told, or else…”
It was almost comical to witness the speed with which she complied, especially after he swiped his phone and started talking to Huntly.
“Owen, we have a new problem. Seems the Priestly brothers think they can throw their weight around in our territory…Yeah, thought you’d say that… I’m on it, boss.”
He raised his eyebrows at Susie when she stopped at the bottom of the stairs, seemingly trying to listen in on the conversation. She thundered up the staircase as he filled Huntly in on what he’d gathered here. It took exactly four minutes and forty-five seconds before a breathless Susie reappeared at the top of the stairs, carrying two old fashioned suitcases, just as he finished his call.
“Yeah, she’s involved, but don’tcha worry. She won’t be a problem, Owen. I’ll make sure of that.”
Chapter Four
Those ominous words she heard him end the phone call with bounced around in her brain over and over, yet she couldn’t bring herself to ask him about their meaning. Ren looked utterly unapproachable on the drive to his place, and the silence in the car was only relieved by the frequent phone calls he took. The fact that he didn’t hide his plans to take out as many of the Priestly gang as he could terrified Susie even more.
Everyone knew that Huntly and the Priestly brothers barely tolerated each other, but this was all escalating far too fast, not least because it seemed that Myrtle had been selling off Huntly’s drugs to Priestly goons.
By the time they pulled up outside a multi-story town house in a rather affluent part of London, Susie’s nerves were shot to pieces. Three large people carriers were parked on the drive, and she jumped when the door flung open and a small army of dark clothed bad boys spilled onto the drive. Ty appeared to be the leader of this motley crew, and he nodded at Ren once, smirked at Susie, and then barked a series of orders at the assembled men.
Ren’s earlier words of sharing her around his men came back to haunt her as Ty opened her car door and pulled her out and on her feet.
“What do you want me to do with this one, Ren?”
The men laughed, and Susie dropped her gaze. There was no point in antagonizing these guys, after all. That would just get her killed faster. She didn’t even want to contemplate what they might do to her, before they killed her.
“Put her in the cellar for now. I’ll deal with her personally once we’re done. After that, we’ll see.”
“Wouldn’t mind having a piece of that ass, boss.”
“Me neither. Been a while since we had fresh cunt in here, after all.”
Suzie swallowed her gasp at the rude comments and suggestions thrown her way, as Ty steered her through the men. Their lecherous laughter made bile rise in her throat, and she stumbled along, not daring to look up. The steep stairs leading down to the cellar almost made her hyperventilate, especially when they reached the bottom and the harsh fluorescent lighting illuminated a fully equipped BDSM dungeon that wouldn’t have looked out of place in one of the clubs Brian had taken her to in an effort to get her trained. Back then, it had seemed a fun thing to do. In fact, Susie had quickly learned that with the right Dom she could fly. That hadn’t been Brian, however, which was another reason why she’d run the first chance she could. Unbidden her thoughts strayed to the enigmatic Ren, and the way he could hold her in place with just a look. She could see herself submitting to him, but the rest of his men… A shudder went through her, and she spun ‘round to face Ty, who was watching her reaction to what she saw. No doubt he would report right back to Ren.
Ty threw her suitcases on the huge bed dominating one corner of the room and flashed her a quick smile, when she risked a peek up at him.
“Make yourself at home. Bathroom is through there, if you need it.”
With that, he stomped up the stairs, and the heavy door at the top slammed shut. The click of the lock sounded too loud in the stillness of the room, and Susie realized that it must be soundproof. She couldn’t hear a thing through the thick walls, and renewed horror coursed through her veins. She could die down here, and no one would be any the wiser.
Don’t be such a ninny. If he wanted you dead, he’d have killed you already
.
The mental pep talk did little to calm her nerves, and before panic could completely take hold of her, Suzie explored her luxurious prison. She had to give it to Ren. All the equipment was clean, and the smell of polished leather and wax was somehow soothing. It reminded her of long gone days of her childhood when Gran had been alive, and she’d helped her polish every surface in her house until it gleamed.
With thoughts of her beloved Grammy came tears, and once she started she couldn’t stop. Really, what on earth was she going to do? Seeing her bedraggled reflection stare back at herself from the full length mirror opposite the St. Andrew’s Cross proved the last straw. With jerky, uncoordinated moves, Susie stripped off her club uniform and sought refuge in the shower. The power shower drowned out her sobs, and she only came out of it when she’d scrubbed her skin almost raw. She still felt dirty, probably always would, and her stomach churned anew at the thought of what she had gotten into. Exhaustion claimed her, and having managed to brush her teeth with the brand new toothbrush left on the sink, Susie wrapped herself up in one of the fluffy towels, and threw herself face down onto the surprisingly comfortable bed.
If she was going to be held prisoner to do God only knew what things in this room, she might as well enjoy the creature comforts.
Susie woke up hours later, not sure what had awoken her, but the fine hair on her arms rose. The previously bright room was bathed in the soft lighting coming from a series of uplighters attached to the corners of this vast room, and she could sense Ren’s stare on her. How she knew it was him she couldn’t say, but his presence made breathing difficult. She screeched and kicked out when his large hand grasped her ankle, but she should have known that would prove useless. Her shoulders protested as she fought to bring her arms up in a defensive move, and realized she was restrained. Thick, padded leather cuffs secured her wrists to a length of chain attached to the bed frame. The metal clanked as she yanked on her restraints, and in the next instant another heavy cuff wrapped itself around her free ankle. More clanking later and her legs were pulled apart at an obscene angle. Cool air skittered over her exposed pussy, and to her instant shame Susie realized she was getting wet. Ren laughed.
“Isn’t that a pretty sight to come home to, Ty? You can go now. I’ll take it from here.”
Ty’s grunt in answer from somewhere up by her head made Susie screw her eyes shut as more heat washed into her cheeks. The bed dipped, and Ren’s spicy scent enveloped her as a blindfold was slipped over her eyes. Plunged into darkness and unable to move, her heartbeat went into overdrive as she strained to listen to his movements around the room.
There was the thunk of something heavy hitting the floor—his boots perhaps—then the rustle of clothing, and Suzie whimpered as the bed dipped anew.
“Easy there, pumpkin. Nice deep breaths for me now. I don’t want you to pass out
yet.
I’m going to claim my reward first for solving one of your problems.” Pressure on her bottom lip made her open her mouth. Her nostrils flared when he pushed several fingers past her lips and pushed down on her tongue.
“That’s my girl, breathe nice and slow now, because I’m going to fuck your mouth.” Another whimper escaped her as he withdrew his digits, and she felt his thick cock head slip past her lips. His spicy musk enveloped her, and she swallowed convulsively as he pushed in deep, flattening her tongue until his tip hit the back of her throat. Susie gagged around the invasion, before he withdrew slightly with a grunt. She clenched her jaw, and his fingers dug painfully into her cheeks, forcing her mouth wide open.
“None of that, girl. You best not think about biting down, or I’ll keep this luscious mouth open with a spider gag, leaving you with no choice but to take what I’ll give you. Are we clear?”
He withdrew, and she drew a hasty breath into her lungs.
“Yes, Sir?”
The bruising hold on her face gentled, and in the next instant his warm lips covered hers. It was a mere brush of a touch, as light as a butterfly’s wings, yet it made this whole encounter less impersonal.
“Good girl.”
The warmth of his approval in those two words alone meant she opened wide, when she sensed him draw closer again. Susie had always enjoyed giving head, and robbed of her senses and with her choices taken away, this experience proved a sensory overload, which left her growing embarrassingly wet. She ought to be fighting him off, yet that thought didn’t even enter her head as he took possession of her mouth as though it was his God-given right, as though he owned her.
Which, in a sense he did right now. With that knowledge came peace, as his breathing sped up, and hands fisting in her hair he thrust in deep on every down stroke. Susie wrapped her tongue around the flared mushroom tip of his shaft, ran it around his corona and licked up the thick vein, before she relaxed her throat and simply let him set the pace. Tiny spurts of his salty essence were her reward, and she eagerly swallowed them down, as his guttural praise of her actions spurred her on. He grew bigger, longer in her mouth, and the pulsing along his vein gave her a moment’s warning, before Ren pushed in all the way, and emptied himself down the back of her throat with a hoarse shout. Susie tried her best to swallow it all. Like everything else about this man, his manhandling of her turned her on, and she moaned her denial when he pulled out of her mouth. Ren splashed the rest of his essence over her tits instead. Hot and sticky, his cum branded her, grounded her in a way, as the reality of her situation finally sank in. Shame at her actions followed suit. What was it about him that made her forget everything else and simply made her his puppet, eager to please?
In the heat of the moment she’d almost forgotten that she wasn’t a willing participant in this game, and she made a futile attempt at pulling on her restraints.
His dark laughter washed over her.
“I thought you were being far too compliant, there, my little pumpkin. Stop that now, or you’ll hurt yourself, and I shan’t tell you the good news.”
“Good news, Sir?” She echoed the words, and the bed dipped again. In the next instant her blindfold came off and Susie blinked in the sudden light. Her throat went dry when she took in the sight of a naked Ren. Despite his earlier release his cock still stood at half mast and bopped with his chuckles of amusement.
“Eyes up here, girl.”
With heat staining her cheeks, Susie tore her gaze away from the sight of his magnificent dick. He’d felt huge, but seeing him up close, and already hardening again, as Ren reached forward and lifted one of her breasts as though he was weighing it in his hands—that reality meant her mouth went dry and her pussy muscles contracted in helpless need.
Susie liked sex as much as the next girl, but this … this unreasonable lust she felt was something else. She couldn’t even begin to explain to it herself.
Amusement danced in Ren’s dark eyes when she finally brought her gaze up to meet his.
“Aren’t you going to ask me which one of your problems I solved?”
****
She really had the most expressive face, and seeing her all flushed with his cum drying all over her large tits… Yeah, that was such a fucking turn-on, Ren’s cock rose to the occasion again. Killing always gave him an appetite for sex, and when he’d found her fast asleep on the bed, curled into a little ball, a plan had formed in his mind. Seeing Ty’s reaction to her had only cemented that initial gut reaction he’d had. Susie was his, and he had no intention of sharing her with anyone. While Ty’s help made restraining her before she woke up fully much easier, he hated seeing the other man’s hand wrapped around her creamy flesh. Something Ty clearly knew, because he didn’t linger and scarpered back up those stairs with a smirk on his face.
Ren could expect some ribbing from his men, after his blatant claim of ownership of the newest fuck toy to enter the house, but so be it.
“Problem, Sir?” she asked and did her best to glare at him. “You mean apart from being kept a prisoner by you?”
Her frown deepened when Ren swung his head back and laughed.
“Yes, apart from that small detail. And watch the sass. You’re not in a position to exhibit any. I still owe you a punishment as it stands. I’m referring to the loan sharks, for starters.”
He paused to assess her reaction, and when she simply stared at him, seemingly lost for words, he smirked.
“They won’t bother you again, as I’ve pointed out the error of their ways of collecting on our territory. Once they realized you were a Huntly girl, they couldn’t have been more cooperative. Shame, really, I’d have enjoyed killing them…”
A strangled groan escaped her at his words, and he drank in her sudden fear.
“Which leaves
your
punishment.”
Her eyes widened when he walked over to the rack where he kept his assortment of impact play toys. Running his fingers slowly along them he kept an eye on her expression. The whip made her tense, whereas the flogger made her breathing speed up in seeming anticipation. The cane elicited a similar reaction to the whip, whereas the paddles didn’t seem to faze her at all. In the end he settled for one of his personal favorites. He knew he made the right decision when she didn’t seem capable of tearing her eyes away from the riding crop. She jumped when he slapped it into his open hand, and shivers raced over her skin as he traced the end around her nipples. The little pink nubs firmed under the gentle pressure he used, and Susie gasped when he slapped the underside of each breasts with the end of the crop. Not hard enough to truly hurt her, just enough to leave a very satisfactory red mark behind. Her sweet musk increased, and a quick glance between her open legs confirmed what Ren already knew. She was getting off on this.
Her ex had been most informative in the end. Then again, being strung up by one’s balls tended to make a man sing like a fucking canary. Ren knew all he needed to about this delightful young woman. A natural submissive, she’d thrived under the experienced Doms in the club, Ren, too, occasionally attended. She had been less responsive to Brian’s brand of sadism. Then again that wanker wouldn’t know what to do with true submission if it hit him in the ass and bit him. He’d only been interested in getting Suzie trained up, so that he could sell her on. When the redhead had realized his plans, she’d run. Straight to Huntly and ultimately Ren, which meant her delectable curves were now his for the taking.