I half-opened my mouth again. If she wasn’t a captive like me, they’d made a big mistake. But – Chris, still smug.
To him, me talking meant nothing. He wouldn’t let me near a free woman. I was so sure of that.
Andreas spoke up, his hand gripping the couch and squashing in the upholstery. “Maybe we should put a gag on Kat?”
“No, it’s okay.”
What…
If she was a captive, telling her anything went nowhere, and what Chris said – fuck, I felt sorry for her. But Andreas seemed worried. Too many things were going around in my head – not least that the longer I delayed the more agitated Zoe seemed to get.
“You okay if I kiss you?”
She nodded slightly, though the shine in her eyes had me wanting to hug her. The perverts watched us like hawks. I frowned. Least they could give us the couch.
“Come here.” I offered her my hand, and when she took it, I drew her to the couch.
The guys seemed unperturbed by my change of venue. Chris perched on the armrest while Andreas hesitated but went and sat on the other couch off to the side. Not exactly intimidating but not far off – especially considering Chris worked out most days at his martial arts. Even hating him, when he started those, I couldn’t stop watching him, his sweat-shiny muscles – his moves. All that karate kata shit. Drool material.
Damn. I was getting horny just remembering.
I gave him a raised eyebrow hint but he stayed at his armrest perch. Of course. What else would the man do? I refocused on Zoe.
“Will Scrim really hurt you?” I kept my voice low and unchallenging seeing she looked ready to burst into tears at any second.
Another nod. Still no words.
“Can you talk?”
Nod.
“But someone told you not to?”
Nod.
“Okay.” I traced a little line up her forearm. I guess she was genuine. A real captive. “Kissing you won’t be a hardship for me.” I smiled. “You’re just my type. But I won’t do it unless you say it’s okay.” She nodded. “So…do you want me to kiss you?”
After a second, she did. Her nod pleased me. Funny. But in a way, despite the perverted reasons and the men watching us, I knew I was helping her. Scrim was the sort of man who hurt women casually, without worrying. Which meant something… I was on the edge of understanding.
Then it skipped away again.
“How long is she staying?” I asked Chris.
“Two days.” His eyes bored into mine, like he too knew there was something rattling around in my head. “Plenty of time. Kiss her. She really truly needs you to. Scrim expects her to have sex.”
For a few seconds he stared down at Zoe’s head. Maybe he too was sorry for her?
“So you will do that. That’s a command.”
“Yes… Sir.” Fuck his commands.
My forehead tensed. At this rate I’d have new wrinkles there in a few days. Fine. I’d kiss her. But I’d ignore the creeps and do it at our pace. At least I could make her happy for a while. Maybe the two of us could even figure a way to escape. I just had to get her to talk. And I had to chase down that stupid thought that lurked at the back of my head.
Chris stood and stepped in closer. I lost track of Zoe as I found myself flinching back into the couch, the cushions only let me go so far before I hit the solid frame within. My throat tightened at the intensity I saw in him. He leaned in, hand planting on the couch between me and the girl, arm making a barrier. I didn’t dare look away.
Then,
pain
. He’d grabbed my hair. Fuck. Feeling like a bird knocked from the sky, I dropped my gaze to my lap.
“Up. Here, Kat. My eyes are here.” His face was menacing, dark. “Don’t think I can’t read you. Don’t think I can’t see the disrespect, or the
fuck yous
in your face. Want to try me with some real pain? I can string you up now, here. Apologize.”
My pussy clenched in for all the wrong reasons. “Sorry, Sir.” I swallowed, waited to be forgiven.
“Thank you. You are obstinate but I have infinite patience and time. I
will
get through to you.” He gave my head a shake and I held my breath. “No matter how much you infuriate me.” He brushed my forehead with his palm then went back to his perch. The amusement lines around his eyes had vanished.
My theories about Chris ran around like insane moths in a candle flame. Burnt, scorched, my wings were on fire.
I shut my eyes for a second, opened them to see the look of horror on Zoe.
Shut him out. I sniffed. I found a smile.
“Come here.” I pulled her down so we both rested against the back of the couch, our faces only inches apart. Cozy. I gave us a minute or so of just calming down while I had my hand casually resting from my knee to her thigh. Pretending no one else was here.
Deep breath, let it out.
“Zoe, I don’t kiss any girl I haven’t gotten to know, so I’ll just play with you a while. Then we can make out. Okay?”
Her nod was cuter when up close. “Good.” I stroked a finger down her nose. “Tell me if I go too fast.”
I wasn’t even sure she liked women, considering. But the more I touched her the more she responded.
“We’re going to forget anything except us, Zoe. That’s a beautiful name.” I ran my palm down her arm and smiled back when her lips curved up a little. “I like your smile. Any girl with a smile like that has a good chance of winning my heart.”
Liar, liar, pants on fire. Well, sort of, a bit of an extreme statement, but it was worth it to lift her spirits. I didn’t have much reason to exist right now. This made me feel like I was doing something.
I put my hand on her neck and toyed with the hair at her nape, unwinding curls as far as they’d go to her collarbone then watching them spring back into a shiny auburn coil. How old could she be? I could ask?
“Let me guess your age? Are you twenty-seven? No?”
By way of multiple guesses I found out she was twenty-nine.
“Thank you.” As a reward, I brushed my lips on hers.
Her sigh was soft. Despite the wetness in her eyes, she was enjoying my attention. I pressed in a little more, soft on her mouth. We kissed until I ventured my tongue between her lips, just the tip, and she answered with her own. Sweet little thing. Zoe seemed like the most placid submissive, but perhaps it was the circumstances. Never mind. I was over-thinking this.
I pushed open her lips with mine and turned my head at an angle to deepen the kiss. Her tremors turned into mild shudders and she shifted her thighs apart. Slowly I parted them more with my own. More kissing and her head went back as she let me kiss her how I wanted.
No hurry.
I rested my hand at the top of her thigh then murmured in the little world space we’d made between us on the couch, where the guys didn’t exist.
“I’m a switch in real life, Zoe. Do you know what that is?” I brushed my fingers up her thigh, then beneath the hem of the dress. No panties. Oh myyy. I swallowed. When she squirmed, I flicked my gaze down to her legs.
I lightly rested my fingertips just below the
V
of her mons, despite my sudden need to venture into that tempting valley. Another shudder took her. My mouth quirked upward. The girl was melting before my eyes. The warmth tingling between my legs was enough to make me uncomfortable, to make me ache to kiss her harder, and other things. But, but… This was so strange.
Finally, she shook her head.
She didn’t know kinky terms. Bugger.
“It means, for me anyway, that unlike with men, with girls I like to be the dominant one when I make love to them. I like to make them do things…sometimes, if they enjoy it.”
She blinked and licked her lips.
I narrowed my gaze, taking in the swell of her breasts and the curve of her throat where her pulse beat. Because of everything else, I couldn’t make this safe or sane, but I could make sure what happened between us two was consensual.
“Would you like to be my girl for these two days?” I made my voice mellow even if every little move she did was firing me up inside. “I promise I’ll make you happy.”
Such big eyes. After a long moment, she nodded.
“Good girl, Zoe. Very good.” Then I sneaked my finger higher and nudged my way between her thighs and into the groove of her sex. Moistness slicked my finger. She gasped. I whispered into her neck as I tasted her skin. “For two days you can be mine.”
I prayed the men kept their distance.
I took her lip in my teeth and pulled it out a little ways before I released it. It would be interesting to see how far I could go with her. I kissed her some more as I stirred her down below. My hand was under the edge of her dress. Discreet.
“I’ll make you come without the guys seeing much.” I cocked an eyebrow while I slipped a finger along then inside her ever so quietly. The effect on her wasn’t so quiet. She gave a half-squeak as I pushed ever deeper. Her walls pulsed hot on that finger. “They don’t need to see, much. Just this.”
Using kisses as a guide, I made my way down to her jaw then played biting games with her throat, listening to her sighs, feeling the delightful way her body writhed and wriggled.
Her first moan vibrated from deep in her throat beside my ear. I kissed her cleavage, inhaled her scent. “You’re beautiful when you do that.”
She was letting me take charge. I still didn’t know if that was her natural way.
“Tell me if I do anything you hate, won’t you Zoe?”
“Mm-hm.” She was panting now but I guess that might’ve been my thumb doing its thing on top of her clit.
“Almost a word. Wow,” I whispered, grinning. “Do you like how this feels? Like a woman kissing you?”
She nodded, her eyes closing in appreciation, her hips squirming toward my thumb. I wiggled a second finger in, and kept thumbing in little circles.
With my left hand, I’d already found her breast. Despite not wanting the men to see…I needed to. Using my teeth, I pulled down her dress on one side, exposing her. Then I bent my head and found her nipple and gave it one lick and a suck. The pink circle crinkled and rose under my tongue. Another suck had her arching and her thighs crushing in on my hand.
“Don’t squash my hand, Zoe. I can’t make you come if you do that.”
When she managed to lessen the force, I grinned. “Thank you. Think you can come for me with the guys watching? Do you want to?”
I pumped my fingers in and out. She looked ready to pop. Felt it too. I played with her swollen little clit.
She took a long quivery breath and nodded.
“I’m going to suck on you here and use my fingers on your clit. Okay?”
She nodded again.
Then I lowered my head and applied myself. Though I ended up baring her other breast and sucking and licking both nipples, she quickly went into that staccato breathing mode of a woman about to come. Her moisture had spread and made all of her slippery. I never stopped my thumb rubbing in those persuasive circles. Slip, slide, bump, and the quiver of her muscles began.
As the first shudders hit and she stiffened, I lifted my head so I could watch her face as she climaxed – the parted lips, the little involuntary noises. So worth it. The best part of making a girl come was watching. When, at the end, she lay panting and quiet, I kissed her swollen lips. Then I curled up with her and patted her, murmuring small, reassuring words.
To my surprise the guys respected our time and had migrated out onto the deck.
I looked at her closed eyes and the peacefulness on her damp and pinkened face and couldn’t understand the tears wetting my eyes. Sniffing, I wiped them away with the back of my hand then I nestled her into the angle of my neck and shoulder.
“What are we going to do, Zoe?” I stared across the living room and out the window to where the palms swayed on the horizon. “What can we do to get out of this mess?”
That night, Chris first tried keeping Zoe on the bed with him. I guess he’d chained her up somehow. But even I could hear her tremulous sobs at midnight. He rose and put her in the cage with me, locking it and growling a
behave
at us before slumping back into bed.
I spent ten or twenty minutes comforting her, hugging her, and kissing her head while whispering things that seemed to make sense at the time. Mostly I told her I’d keep her safe. Such a lie. Didn’t help when I had to wipe away my own tears. Didn’t help that I knew, I fucking
knew
, that I couldn’t keep her safe.
I wasn’t sure why she affected me so. Our ages weren’t that far apart but she seemed more innocent and vulnerable. Plus she had Scrim and an unknown future, while I had Andreas and Chris. I knew them, even if Chris had an unpredictable, sometimes intimidating, approach.
I started thinking along the lines of the thought that had eluded me earlier. Of course that was when the little minx started kissing me back. I answered her lips with mine. We kissed for ages it seemed, both of us growing hotter, groping the other more, until my assertiveness took over and I grabbed her hair so I could bite her throat.
I halted, stared at her eyes where she lay under me. I almost said sorry and let her go. The moonlight was enough to see her in art deco detail. Shadow on curve, light on angle.
“Precious, beautiful girl.” I almost growled that out.
Zoe whimpered and licked her lips. Well, well. Tentatively, I kissed her throat and heard the moan of a very aroused woman. So I continued. I bit her and meandered my way down her body until my licking and nipping found her belly button. Then I spread her legs.
She groaned softly and I looked up at her. The bars of the cage stood behind her head, reminding me of where I was. I caressed her thigh, feeling the shiver of her flesh. I kissed her there too, inches from where I wanted to put my tongue.
“Are you okay, Zoe?” My voice rasped with passion. I wanted to do this to her so much. For a second I pressed my fingers to myself to still the throbbing heat. It only made it worse, of course.
“Yes.”
So quiet, but this first word of hers shocked me.
“I’ll keep going then?” I made circles on her skin with my fingers on one thigh and my tongue on the other. I could scent her arousal but I didn’t go further. I wanted another precious word.
“Yes. Please. Please, Kat.” She sat up a little, her voice trembling as much as she was.