The woman stared up, eyes widening as Angel molested her. She began to cry, fat tears cascaded from her eyes.
Angel stood again, disgusted. “Dumb cunt,” she muttered. She was no Sharae. Or even a Melissa. They both had spunk which was a refreshing change from most of the women Preston kidnapped. Angel smiled to herself as she remembered the passionate lovemaking she and Sharae had shared-and the punishment they both had received…
Even so, she was still glad they were gone. Especially Sharae. Angel knew Preston had taken a liking to the blonde princess, but considered herself to be Preston's only slave. She didn't want to share his attention with any other. An occasional dalliance was fine, like this sniveling blonde, who would be gone by the next day. But having another girl in the house twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week? Angel shuddered at the thought.
She waited a few minutes for Preston, but still he didn't return. What in the world was keeping him? Surely no uninvited guest stayed this long. After five long minutes, Angel sighed and walked out of the room. “Master?"
She heard sounds coming from the kitchen. Puzzled, she hurried along, instant fear coming to mind. What if something happened to Preston?
“Master? Are you-” Her words died on her lips. Preston was in a heavy lip-lock with Sharae! The image went straight to her heart.
“What the fuck is she doing here?” Angel demanded angrily, her jealousy spilling forth.
No sooner were the words uttered, then she regretted saying them. Preston looked up at Angel, his eyes narrowed into angry slits. Silently, he took a step toward her.
She wanted to throw herself to her knees and say she was sorry, but she was paralyzed. Preston took another step, his muscles tensing. “What did you say, bitch?!” he shouted.
“I-” Angel tried to say something, but froze. She'd never said anything like that to Preston, never used that demanding tone of voice. How would he react?
With a suddenness that took her breath away, he was on her, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back. “What do you mean by that, sweet Angel?” he yelled with sarcastic emphasis on “sweet."
“I'm sorry, Mas-"
“Are you questioning me?"
“No, I was just so surprised to see-"
“Are you forgetting your place?"
“I didn't mean-"
“You didn't mean shit!” He shoved her violently against the wall, then struck her across the face with the back of his hand.
Collapsing to the floor, a flood of tears coursed down her cheeks. She clutched at his ankles, sobbing, “I'm sorry. Please don't be mad. I'm so sorry."
Kicking her away, he growled, “Go crawl back to your room and wait for me. And you'd better be wearing your harness gag when I get there."
As Angel crawled away, Preston continued to mutter. “I'll teach you to question me.” He turned away and called Sharae over to him. “Now where were we?"
When Angel got to her room, she found her harness gag and strapped it on tight. With her sobs, it was difficult to breathe, but she knew she'd better not make her Master any angrier than he already was. Yet, as she knelt in the corner waiting, the question lingered in her mind. What was Sharae doing here?
Melissa tugged uselessly at her bonds. Her jaw felt numb from the huge ball-gag jammed in her mouth. Joe had tied her into a snug little ball and set her on the hard wooden floor. She lay there seething. The past week had been nonstop humiliation and pain.
She remembered Preston's tortures had included an erotic element, though she hated to admit it. But Joe was purely sadistic. Her body was covered with welts, bruises, burns, and pinprick scabs. God! How she wished she could turn the tables and give Joe a little of it back. No, make that a lot of it back. The very thought of it made her moist.
Joe was on the phone and Melissa could tell he was talking to Preston, trying to pump him for information about Sharae. She was glad the blonde had escaped, although she wished Sharae could have freed her as well. If only Sharae could have found the keys to the cuffs that held Melissa at the time. She found it hard to believe Sharae would go back to Preston instead of turning in both of these monsters, but it seemed she'd done exactly that.
Putting her thoughts aside, Melissa listened to Joe's conversation.
“Yeah, pretty quiet around here, too. Still getting these two bitches broken in. Your were right. They're damned ornery."
He chuckled at something Preston said, then went on. “Actually, I called to see if you had a chance to check out Megan yet. My sister-in-law, remember?… Great! What did you think?… Yeah, she's a babe all right. A real cock teaser too. Can you find a buyer for her?… No shit? So soon?… Um, I was wondering, and I know this is very unusual, but could I come with you when you snatch her? I wanna see that bitch get it, and maybe pick up a few pointers along the way… Cool!"
Melissa wondered what Joe was up to. He wanted Sharae back, so why was he playing buddy-buddy with Preston?
He hung up the phone and looked down at her, grinning. Laughing, he rolled her over a few times with his foot, causing her to groan in pain as her tightly bound body slapped against the floor. At the door, he finally stopped and leaned down to twist her already sore nipples, again.
“Yup,” he said cheerfully. “Just gotta get you stashed away and lay low for a day or two. But you'll soon have a playmate again. Or two. Or maybe even three.” He laughed again as he picked her up and headed for the car trunk.
CHAPTER 23
Sharae shrank back as Preston lashed out at Angel. She wondered if she'd made a mistake coming back. Maybe Preston was just as much a monster as Joe was.
After Angel crawled away in tears, Preston turned to her again. He smiled, the corners of his dark eyes crinkling pleasantly. “Come here, Sharae,” he said firmly.
At the sound of his voice, her doubts vanished. She pulled at the ropes binding her wrists, not to test them for weakness, but to feel the security of their delicious tightness. The ropes combined with Preston's commanding voice made her melt inside. This was why she'd come back here-to be controlled, owned-not brutalized.
She slipped into his waiting arms. He explored her mouth with his tongue and she sighed deeply. If he'd thrown her to the floor and taken her right then, she would have thanked him.
Instead, when he finished kissing her, he looked her in the eye and said, “Kneel.” She did so.
“You taste wonderful, Sharae. I'm glad you came back, but there are some things I need to know. Obviously, Joe didn't just let you go. You escaped, correct?"
“Yes, sir."
“Why did you come here?"
She sucked in her lips, unsure of how to put her feelings into words. “I… He… You…"
Preston laughed as she stammered. “How about if I help you out? You discovered something about yourself last week, yes?"
She felt her cheeks flush. She nodded. “Yes, sir."
“You like the feeling of being helpless, the way the ropes engulf you, control you."
“Oh, yes, sir."
He grunted. “You realize that, by rights, I should send you back to Joe. He paid for you. You belong to him."
“Please don't, sir, I want to stay here. I offer myself to you. Please accept me as your slave. Command me, Master, use me for your pleasure.” Leaning down, she pressed her face against his shoes, kissing them.
He let her grovel for a minute. Then she felt his hand on her shoulder. Looking up, she found him half-smiling at her again. “It's against my slaver's ethics, but maybe I can make it up to Joe somehow."
Sharae tentatively smiled at him. She would do anything if he didn't send her back to Joe. She knew Joe would be violently angry to discover she was gone. Her only regret was not being able to free Melissa. She had a feeling Joe would take his anger out on Melissa.
“But Joe is the least of my concerns right now,” Preston said, caressing her cheek. “I have some business to attend to with my Angel-and even more business tomorrow with a client."