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Ransom

By: AmandaSarah



Hi readers! I'm having another go at writing Literotica, as opposed to just reading it - please leave me some constructive criticism. I'm really keen to keep this story going, so let me know if you enjoy it so far :)

-AmandaSarah xx

Kailee brought her glass to her lips, savouring the taste of the chardonnay before swallowing. The man sitting across from her was starting to look a little flustered; nevertheless, he placed his last handful of chips into the centre of the table.

"All in," he growled, taking a swig of his bourbon. He placed it back down on the table firmly and stared Kailee down.

She stared right back, the corners of her lips rising ever so slightly. Slowly, she pushed her chips into the centre, matching his bet. She could feel her friend Mira tapping her upper arm hesitantly, but she shrugged her away. Now was not the time for small talk. Several onlookers around the table were watching the game in silence; it was unusual to see such a young lady on the high stakes poker table and they were all eager to see the results.

The dealer revealed the cards one at a time... King of Hearts, Five of Hearts, Ten of Hearts, Ace of Diamonds, King of Spades.

Her opponent turned over his cards with a smirk. Ace of Spades and Ten of Spades.

"Two Pair!" Announced the dealer, before turning to Kailee. Her eyes met with her challenger who was looking quite pleased with himself. She gave him a cheeky wink before flipping over her two cards.

"Ace of Hearts and Ace of Clubs...full house, lady's win!"

The man across from her turned a deep red as the crowd graciously applauded her. Fuming, he stormed from his chair to the bar muttering obscenities. Kailee chuckled to herself and started collecting her winnings. Rich men sure didn't like losing to a woman, especially one her age.

"Kailee!" Mira was tapping her upper arm again.

"Seriously Mira, there is nothing more distracting than you tapping me during a poker match," she turned to her friend who stood at least a foot below her, due to a combination of Kailee's height and the 6-inch stilettos she was wearing. Mira was looking worriedly towards the bar and Kailee turned to see what was troubling her friend.

Leaning against the bar, scotch in hand, was a face she was all too familiar with and it was now glaring at her with such ferocity that she knew she was in deep trouble.

"Shit."

Kailee had two older brothers. The younger of the two, Paul, found her gambling habits amusing while the older brother, Nathan, had not one week ago banned her from the casino. Her luck had obviously only lasted for the duration of her poker game, as it was the less preferable brother who she now found herself staring at from across the room.

"I guess that's it for the night then," Mira sighed and brushed her blonde curls back from her face.

Kailee handed her the collection of poker chips.

"Here, go cash these in and I'll start talking my way out of whatever punishment Nathan is concocting," she smiled deviously and headed towards the bar.

Before she'd taken two steps, her path was blocked by the man who had just lost the poker game. He grabbed her firmly by the shoulder and she noticed the anger in his glazed eyes.

"You lost me twenty grand tonight, little girl," his breath was heavy with booze and his grip began to tighten.

Kailee returned his glare and spoke icily.

"Perhaps next time you should choose your table more wisely; I'm sure you'd excel on the $500 buy-in."

She glanced at his still-clutching hand before continuing.

"Now, kindly remove your hand or lose it."

The man's eyes bulged at her words.

"You little bitch!" his voice boomed through the casino. "I'll show you where you can stick that smart little mouth of yours!"

Before he could continue, his hand was torn from her shoulder and twisted behind his back. Nathan shoved the protesting man against the wall and pulled his arm further up until he howled in pain.

"Touch her again and I'll break your arm. Understood?"

Nathan didn't have to ask twice. He was a tower of muscle and held such confidence that no one would second guess his threats. Her offender scurried away just before security arrived.

"Is everything okay here, Mr Brooks?" Jason, the head of security was familiar with the Brooks family and held a high respect for Nathan.

"Just a small dispute, Jason," he placed an appreciative hand on the man's shoulder, "I'll be taking Kailee home now, thank you."

He handed the young man a hundred dollar note and grabbed a tight hold of his sister's arm.

"Get Mira, we're going home." his voice was deadly.

Dominic sat in a shadowed corner of the casino, whiskey in hand, watching the night unfold. Drunken men filtered in, hoping to make a profit on the change in their pockets; scantily dressed women flirted with men in suits, hoping to cash in on their winnings.

And then there was Kailee Brooks. The eighteen year old heiress to the Brooks family's supposed 3-billion dollar inheritance. Her father owned a chain of the most prestigious hotels worldwide and his death had been plastered all over the news. A car crash so tragic it had claimed the life of his wife in the passenger seat as well. The inheritance had been left in the hands of the eldest son, Nathan, who had now taken over the family business. At the age of 21, he had been left with the responsibility of not only the industry, but also the security of his younger brother and sister.

A redhead sauntered over, leaning seductively over the table and giving Dominic a direct view to her breasts that were straining against her buttoned blouse.

"Buy a lady a drink?" she licked her pink stained lips thirstily.

Dominic knocked back the remainder of his whiskey. "When you find one, let me know."

She scowled and flicked her fiery hair as she turned her back to him, prancing over to the next solitary man in her sights.

His eyes trailed back to the poker tables. 

When Dominic had heard about Kailee Brooks, he'd presumed her to be like any other heiress - pompous, materialistic and simple-minded. But tonight, when he saw the long-legged, brunette beauty enter the high stakes poker table and single-handedly beat every player at the table, he was caught off guard. Her game was a mixture of expert bluffing and impressive strategy, causing a stir amongst the regular players who were indignant about losing to a woman. He was tempted to join the game and put her winning streak to an end, but he wasn't at the casino to gamble. He was there to observe; to take note of her movements and her motives, and to determine the best time to catch her alone. Because in less than 24 hours, Dominic and his accomplices would have one Miss Kailee Brooks in their possession at a ransom for ten million dollars.

So far their biggest challenge had been finding a way around her two overprotective brothers, but tonight he'd realised Miss Brooks had a tendency to find her independence and in that rebellion was going to be his window of opportunity.

"What were you thinking?!" Nathan's voice echoed through the hallways as he paced back and forth.

The car ride back to the mansion had been long and painfully quiet. Kailee had thought about getting out with Mira as they dropped her home, but a stony look from her brother had made her think otherwise.

"I told you a week ago I don't want you in that place."

Kailee opened her mouth to protest, but he continued before she had the chance.

"Every time you take part in those ridiculous games, you manage to get yourself into trouble."

Kailee threw her brother an impotent look. "I'm not a child, Nath; I can handle myself."

"Well it sure looked like that guy was handling you tonight! If I hadn't stepped in..."

"I'd have caused the guy just as much damage as you," Kailee cut in, her voice raised to his level. "I'm no damsel in distress, Nathan, I take self-defence lessons; you know that."

Paul appeared on the stairway, his bloodshot eyes evidence that he'd been woken up.

"It's true," he yawned, "she knows how to protect herself."

Nathan scowled at his brother.

"The discussion is over. Kailee, I'll be informing the casino staff that you're not to enter anymore poker tournaments. Go to bed."

Kailee, aware that her brother was too angry to reason with, swiftly made her way upstairs, raising an arrogant eyebrow at Paul as she passed. This discussion was most certainly not over.

Paul took a seat in the lounge next to his brother.

"You worry too much about her," he said plainly.

Nathan shook his head in exasperation, "She's much too arrogant for a girl with so much to lose."

Kailee hurriedly finished applying red lipstick as her phone began to buzz. She didn't need to see the caller ID to know who it was.

"Mira, I know I'm late - I'll be there in ten," her feet slid into the black peeptoes sitting next to her bed as she held the phone to her ear.

"Kailee, is your brother even okay with you coming out after last night?" her friend was yelling into the phone, but Kailee could still barely hear her over the thumping music in the background. She pushed open her bedroom window and hitched a leg over the sill, manoeuvring herself through the small opening.

"Mira, you underestimate my negotiating skills. He's not even mad anymore." Her right foot found the familiar crevice in the brickwork and she brought her left foot down to join it.

"You're climbing out of the window right now aren't you?" Her friend knew her too well.

"Don't be ridiculous, of course I'm not..." her foot slipped slightly and Kailee squeaked as she almost dropped the phone.

"Oh God, are you doing it in your high heels again?"

Kailee regained her balance and scaled the last few feet down the wall before landing with a soft thud on the perfectly trimmed lawn.

"What can I say? I'm a lady with class."

"Kailee, if your brother catches you and decides to decline your invitation to the Grandeur Ball...I will kill you!"

The Grandeur Ball was an exclusive event for VIP's over 18 and this was the first year Kailee and Mira had been old enough to accept an invitation. Kailee wasn't too concerned on whether she attended or not - it was a night of social climbers displaying their wealth and sharing gossip - but she knew Mira had been looking forward to it for years. They'd picked out their gowns last weekend and she had seen the excitement in Mira's eyes; Kailee was sure she was dead set on finding Prince Charming and dancing the night away. She didn't want to burst her friend's bubble, but she'd heard all about the Grandeur Ball every year from Paul and there wasn't anything fairy-tale-like about it.

"I'll be there, I promise. Now go order a drink for me, I'm on my way."

"How exactly are you planning on getting here?"

Kailee grinned widely as she opened the door to Paul's shiny white LaFerarri. She was a better driver than him anyway.

"See you soon!"

*****

Kailee found a secure car park a few blocks away from The Northmount Night Club. It was a little further than she would have liked to walk in her heels, but Paul would kill her if the car happened to be damaged by any drunken passers-by. She checked her reflection in the rear-view mirror, fixing her hair and straightening the gold heart pendant that hung high on her neck. It was her mother's necklace; Kailee had found it in a jewellery box a few years ago and had barely taken it off since. Tonight it complimented her dress perfectly. She touched up the shimmer on her lips and then switched off the ignition.

It was well after midnight and there was only one other car in the complex; a black SUV which had pulled up a few minutes after she'd parked. Though average in comparison to her parked Ferrari, it was a nice looking car. She stole a glance into the window as she slid out of her car and couldn't help but stare a little longer than she should have. The driver was leaning back in his seat casually, talking on his cell; dark hair brushed the top of his eyebrows and as he pushed it from his face, she noticed the ripple of muscle on his forearm. He detected her gaze and looked up, stony grey eyes meeting hers. His brow creased and she looked away quickly, smoothing down her tight fitted dress and making her way towards the distant thumping of music.

Kailee had never wasted her time with men. If she saw something she liked, she'd go for it. If he didn't measure up, which was often the case, she wouldn't stick around trying to make it work. Unlike Mira who would spend weeks trying to catch the attention of a smug, upper class successor; if a man didn't show interest in Kailee she wouldn't squander any time moping over what could have been. She already had two overbearing brothers who liked to dictate her life; she didn't need another one. The only boyfriend she'd come close to keeping had been scared off by the intensity of Nathan's interrogation upon meeting him. After that, she'd decided to keep things casual and out of her brother's perception.

Turning the corner too quickly, Kailee walked straight into a man who looked to be in his early 30's and dressed all in black.

"Sorry," she fumbled her right foot back into her heel which had come off in the collision. The man ignored her apology, fixed on something behind her.

Before she had the chance to see what he was looking at, a strong arm came around her neck, forcing her backward. She yelped in surprise and tried to struggle free, looking towards the man in black for help. To her dismay, he pulled a small syringe from his bag and began filling it with a clear liquid.

Kailee cried out and her elbow flew back, making contact with her attacker's stomach. She heard a groan and the man's arm loosened enough for her to break free. She coughed violently and turned to see her assailant, a round older man, on the ground doubled over in pain. The man with the needle came at her quickly and she carefully dodged his attack, while trying to catch her breath.

"I don't want to hurt you, girl..." He genuinely looked concerned about having to attack her. More fool him, she thought, and her fist made firm contact with his nose; causing him to fall backward in pain. She too let out a cry as her knuckles crunched on the impact, a sharp pain jolting all the way up her arm. She cradled it and turned to flee, but the man she'd elbowed was back on his feet and edging her into the wall before she knew it.

"Come here, you little bitch!" His plump face was red in fury and her knee came up to meet his groin. He swore loudly and fell heavily to the ground.

Her heels had fallen off during the attack and she ran, barefoot towards her parked car, fumbling in her rumpled bag for the car keys. She knew once she got inside, the doors would lock automatically and she would be safe. Her heart was pounding hard as her fingers found the familiar metal key ring. She unlocked the door, and reached for the handle with her good hand. Just as she pulled the door open, a wall of muscle hit her and she crashed to the ground suddenly, the wind knocked clear out of her. Her head made contact with the bitumen and all she could see were black dots. She let out a scream, but a rough hand quickly covered her mouth, muffling it. A strong arm held both of her hands over her head and she squirmed frantically to no avail. Her vision gradually cleared and she found herself staring into the harsh eyes of the man from the SUV. He was atop her, his firm legs holding her dead in place, without even the chance of a struggle.

"That's enough games for one night," his words were harshly spoken with a slight Russian accent and she glared up at him, using all of her strength to try to push him off her. He didn't even budge.

"Jakob, where the fuck is that syringe?"

The man in black appeared beside Kailee, blood pouring freely from his nose; syringe in hand.

"Girl has a good arm; she broke my fucking nose!"

Kailee screamed furiously into the firm hand over her mouth as the needle was pushed into her arm. Tears began to fall from her eyes as her limbs went slack and everything turned black.

*****

"Kailee, where the hell are you?" Mira had reached her friend's voicemail for the third time and was really starting to worry. Kailee was unpredictable and at times reckless, but Mira had always been able to reach her on her cell.

"Here you go, gorgeous," A drink was thrust into her hand and she gave an appreciative look to the attractive man in front of her.

"Oh, thank you Carl," she took a sip and coughed lightly at the burn; this had more vodka in it than was necessary.

"Relax baby, you look stressed," he brushed a lock of hair back from her face and lead her to a leather couch where several couples were sitting sensually. Carl Duchenne was the youngest son of Richard Duchenne, entrepreneur and multi-millionaire. He had sandy blonde hair and playful eyes that Mira could feel constantly observing her body. She was so overwhelmed by the attention he was giving her that she was momentarily distracted from the problem at hand.

"Carl, may I ask a favour?" She leaned in closer to him and he wrapped an arm around her.

"What is it, baby?"

"I need to go check on my friend; she was supposed to be here two hours ago, you see...I would catch a taxi, but the nearest rank is over two kilometres away and I had my chauffeur drop me here..." Mira knew she was rambling and she was about to tell him to forget she'd even opened her mouth when he leant down and kissed her, his tongue sliding in to meet hers. He tasted of bourbon and she could feel his hands exploring towards her ass. She broke the kiss abruptly, feeling breathless and he tilted her glass towards her lips, encouraging her to take another mouthful; she swallowed graciously.

"Of course; I can drive you there." He pulled her to her feet and she felt the effects of the vodka coursing through her body. "I'm parked out the front."

*****

Kailee stirred in her sleep, rolling slowly onto her side, and then letting out a cry as she leant on her right hand. She sat upright before immediately falling back into a lying position as all of the blood ran to her head. She groaned groggily, and assessed her situation, noticing she was in a bed that was not her own. Her muscles ached and her limbs felt heavy.

"Best not get up too quickly, you've still got a load of Ketamine in your system." The voice came from beside her and she turned her head to meet the gaze of the man in black; the one who had injected her. Except now he was dressed casually in jeans and a singlet and was handing her a drink. She eyed it suspiciously and he grinned, taking a decent mouthful from the glass.

"It's water." he handed it to her and she sat up slowly, letting the dizziness subside. She reached forward, only to stop suddenly as her eyes fell upon the thick metal cuffs enclosing her wrists. The chains linked up to the wall behind the bed frame and she pulled firmly, testing their give.

"Just a precaution..." Her visitor gently tapped his swollen nose knowingly. "Here..." he passed the water to her.

She had to use all of the strength in her left hand to lift the glass to her mouth, but emptied it quickly, thankful for the hydration.

"Where am I?" Kailee's ragged voice was husky and weak, but the authoritative tone came through clearly.

He took the empty glass from her shaky hand and refilled it from the sink behind him, before carefully wording his answer. "Let's just say you're on vacation. If all goes well, you won't be here long."

Kailee stared the man down. "What's your name?"

He looked behind him hesitantly before turning back to her. "You can call me Jakob."

"Jakob?" she questioned and he nodded in response. "You and your men are either halfwits, or you all have a death wish. When my brothers find you..."


Ransom



Claudia Wilson was seventeen when she went to work at the local engineering firm as a secretary. She considered herself lucky to have the job because with the high unemployment in Northfields in Yorkshire, one would have to move to Manchester or even London to find work. 

While working at the firm she met and fell in love with Ted Michaels, the production manager. Ted was thirty-two and single. They kept their romance secret, even from their closest friends. Eventually, after two years secret courtship, they announced their plans to marry. It was a shock to Claudia's parents, not to mention the entire town. Despite much opposition from both families the wedding went ahead at the local Parish church and they settled into married life.

Twenty years later, Claudia was now almost forty. Ted now ran his own business and they lived comfortably in their three storey house. Their pride and joy was their nineteen year old daughter Olivia, who was studying at university.

Claudia was five feet eight and slim with round firm breasts. She kept her self fit with regular exercise and good eating habits. Her blonde hair was down her shoulders but she preferred to tie it in a bun. Even at forty she knew she still turned heads but she loved Ted very much. He had provided for her and Olivia and she knew he loved her very much.

Olivia was almost a carbon copy of her mother, although her breasts were smaller and her blonde hair was shoulder length. She was almost but not quite as tall as her mother. Mother and daughter got on well together. Indeed, all three made the perfect family unit. It was an idyllic existence. However events were to occur that was to change this forever.

It was Sunday morning in late November and the Michaels' family had just returned from church. Ted, as usual went down to the club, leaving Claudia to prepare dinner with her daughter.

Claudia went up to her bedroom to change from her Sunday clothes. It was as she entered the room that it all began. No sooner had she opened the door when a hand was placed to her mouth stifling her scream.

"Take it easy, Mrs Michaels and you won't get hurt," said the man holding her.

Claudia, with the man's hand still covering her mouth, nodded. Then something like a large sheet was placed over her and there was complete darkness. She could feel herself been carried and been bundled into the back of a vehicle. 

Claudia felt something beside her and muffling. She could only assume that Olivia had met a similar fate to her own. Then the engine started and they were driven away.

***

"Claudia, I'm home," shouted Ted as he opened the door and went through the hall.

"Claudia?" repeated Ted when there was no response. The silence was eerie. Usually there would be some sound coming from the kitchen but there was nothing but silence.

When Ted entered the kitchen it was empty. Not only was that but there no sign that any cooking had taken place. He made his way to the living room and again it was empty. It was unusual because the TV would usually be on.

"Olivia, are you up there?" shouted Ted as he moved slowly upstairs. Again there was nothing but silence and Olivia's bedroom was empty as was Ted and his wife's.

It was only when Ted went to the phone on the kitchen wall that he saw the note pinned beside it. 

Your wife and daughter are safe and well. They will not be harmed as long as you pay the sum of fifty thousand pounds. You will be contacted as to when and where the payment is to be made. Do not contact the police.

After what seemed like an eternity Claudia felt the vehicle come to a halt and the engine stopped. She heard the sound of a door open and she felt hands gripping her arms and pulling her out. 

The first thing Claudia felt was the extreme cold. She was still dressed in her church attire. The other thing was the sound of crunching snow under her feet. It hadn't snowed in town so she surmised they must be in the mountains outside the town. She was led by the hand and a young male voice spoke to her kindly. "Mind the step here, ma'am," he said politely.

Claudia's hood was only removed when she was inside the building that turned out to be a cottage. She was relieved to see that Olivia had not been harmed but she was clearly scared. She also looked and saw a young man, no more than eighteen but with the mind of a young teenager and an older man who was perhaps in his late fifties or early sixties. He had the look of danger in him and she was certain that the slightest provocation would set him off. Nonetheless Claudia plucked up her courage and spoke. "Why are you doing this? Why have you kidnapped us?" she demanded.

The older man spoke in a rough and severe voice. "For a large ransom that your husband better not fail to deliver or you're both for it," he said with a sinister smile. "Now get into that room," he ordered as he pointed to a door.

The room was small with a double bed, a table and two chairs. There was a window with a dark blind covering it.

The older man and the youth followed Claudia and her daughter into the room. 

"Now, take off your clothes," demanded the older man.

"Oh come on. There's no need..." The youth was cut short as the older man stared at him. "Watch your mouth, boy. Now get outside and get that stove lit and start cooking," he ordered.

Claudia and Olivia just stood there as they watched the helpless youth leave.

"Well, what are you standing there for? Get your fucking clothes off!" yelled the older man.

"Look, if you..." Claudia was cut short.

Don't give me any trouble, lady. Do as you're told or I well fuck you both!" he said angrily.

"Mum?" Said Olivia as she started to cry.

Claudia put her arms around her. "Do as he said, dear. We have no choice." she instructed her daughter.

Claudia reluctantly took the lead and began to undress followed by Olivia. Her pink jacket and matching skirt joined Olivia's white slacks and red wool polo neck jumper in a heap on the floor. They halted at their underwear. They both wore plain white underwear. Claudia's knickers were encased by her black tights whereas Olivia had worn black ankle stockings.

"Everything!" barked the man with menace.

They reluctantly complied and when they were naked Claudia and Olivia hurried to cover their private areas with their hands.

Their captor smiled. "Move back," he ordered. He picked up all the garments and when he opened the room door her threw them out. 

"I intend to get a good night's sleep without worrying about you two making a foolish attempt to escape. Look here," he said as he opened the blind on the window.

The sight was enough to send shivers down Claudia's spine. It was dark but the snow glistened on the ground and it was still snowing. 

"You won't get far without your clothes in this weather," he said with a sinister laugh.

"You fucking bastard!" yelled Claudia, who wax about to lash out, only to be restrained by Olivia. "No, Mum. Don't," she begged.

"I'd listen to your daughter, Mrs Michaels. I'm not a very nice man as you can gather and I have absolutely no regard for women," he said as he headed for the door.

"Wait! It's cold in here. If we promise not try to escape will you give us back our clothes?" asked Claudia.

The man laughed. "I'm not prepared to take that chance. If you're cold you can do what we did in the old days."

Claudia and Olivia looked at him blankly.

"Use each other's bodies to stay warm," he instructed with a sinister laugh.

"You fucking pervert!" screamed Claudia.

The man laughed heartily before leaving the room. The click of the bolt told them both that the door was locked from the outside.

"What are we going to do now?" asked Olivia as she shook with cold.

"Exactly as he suggested. Now get into the bed," responded Claudia.

"But..."

"Hurry, Olivia, before we freeze to death," ordered Claudia. Despite her situation Claudia couldn't help admiring her daughter's figure. Her lower limbs were long and smooth. She had a slim waist and her medium breasts were round and firm.

They gathered all the blankets around them and cuddled up together. Claudia found the silky softness of Olivia's body quite arousing. She loved the tingling sensation as their breasts clashed and rubbed together.

"Oh, Mum, you're so lovely and warm," declared Olivia.

"So are you, sweetheart," responded Claudia.

It was a strange situation for Claudia. She appreciated her daughter's bodily warmth certainly. However, there was something else. Something she would never have dreamt of. The touch of her daughter's body was a complete turn on. She could feel her hormones racing and she suddenly began to fantasise about making love to Olivia. 

Claudia just couldn't understand it. She had always been straight. Making love to any woman let alone her daughter. 

Her thoughts were broken when she heard an argument in the other room. It was obviously the older man and the youth. It wasn't hard to make out what was happening.

"Don't you dare speak to me like that in front of those women ever again!" yelled the man. Then Claudia heard a noise like someone had been struck and crashing to the ground. She winced. She could just imagine what had occurred and could almost feel the youth's pain. 'Poor chap. obviously a born follower. Too frightened to do anything else,' thought Claudia.

About half an hour later the bolt was moved and the door opened. The young man entered with a tray with two bowls of warm liquid. He turned his head away, trying not to look at the naked women. "This is some warm soup, ma'am," he said shyly.

"No, thank you," responded Claudia.

"Please, ma'am. It'll help keep you warm," replied the young man pleadingly, still trying not to look at the unfortunate women.

Claudia relented. She took one of the bowls and handed it to Olivia and then the second one for herself. She looked up and saw the mark on his eye. It was starting to swell.

"Thank you for your kindness," said Claudia

The young man gave a slight smile and nodded before hurrying to the door.

Claudia couldn't help feeling some compassion for this young man. He was clearly lost. She doubted he had ever received and kind word all his life.

The soup definitely did help them and soon Claudia and Olivia were asleep, cradled in each other's arms.

***

Claudia was the first to wake the following morning. She gave a slight smile as she saw Olivia sleeping peacefully beside her. The bolt on the door moved and the door opened slightly.

"Ma'am, are you awake? Can I come in?" said the youth hesitantly.

Claudia found it strange. "Yes, I'm awake. You can come in," she said and the youth entered with a tray and put it on the bed trying not to look at the women. "It's just some porridge, toast and tea," he said.

"Thank you, eh?" 

"Barry is my name ma'am but don't tell him I told you. There's a shower behind that door, ma'am and some towels. I can't find your clothes. I think he must have them in the van. He went into town. I have these big coats here. They'll keep you warm, but please, Ma'am, don't let him find you with them or he'll kill me," pleaded Barry.

Thank you, Barry," responded Claudia kindly.

Barry nodded before hurrying out the door.

By now Olivia was awake. "What sort of boy is he, Mum?" she asked groggily.

"A lonely one, sweetheart. I doubt if that boy ever received an ounce of kindness in his life. His heart and soul are crying out for it," replied Claudia thoughtfully.

"Now, let's have that breakfast before it get's cold," she concluded.

After finishing the breakfast Claudia and Olivia showered. For Claudia it was another strange experience as she couldn't help admire her daughter's naked body as she helped scrub her back. 'If only,' she thought.

After they dried off they donned the overcoats that Barry had left. They were indeed warm but mother and daughter felt a little more dignity by wearing them. It didn't last long however as they heard the older man's voice. They quickly discarded the coats and hid them under the bed. It was just in time too because the bolt on the door moved and he walked in.

"Good news, ladies. I've contacted your husband, Mrs Michaels and he has arranged for the ransom. With luck you'll be on your way soon," he said with a grin before closing the door and bolting it. Nothing else happened that day and Claudia and her daughter once again slept together in the bed, nestled comfortably in each other's arms.

***

The following morning just as Claudia was waking there was a knock on the room door and Barry cautiously entered. Again, he struggled not to look.

"Sorry, ma'am. Joe is gone. He won't be back for some hours. I have the stove lit so if you would like to heat yourselves by it while I get your breakfast?" he said.

"Thank you, Barry," said Claudia gratefully before rousing Olivia. Both women donned the coats Barry had given them and sat by the stove grateful to receive the warmth.

Barry put a large cushion on the floor. "Put your feet on this ma'am. It'll help you," he said.

Claudia was astonished and couldn't stay silent anymore. "Barry, how did you get involved with Joe?" she asked.

"Oh, it's a long story, but..." and Barry went on to explain he never knew his parents and had fled from an orphanage where had been abused. He spent a number of years on the streets until Joe picked him up and became involved in petty crime.

Claudia almost wanted to cry. 'Dear God, I thought things like that only happened in "Oliver Twist"', she thought. Like most people, however, given the terrible revelation of abuse these past few years, nothing surprised her anymore.

Then there was the sound of an engine outside.

"Oh my God, he's back!" cried Joe in panic.

Claudia and her daughter jumped up and ran for the room leaving their mugs on the table as they did so.

Inside the room Claudia could hear Joe speaking severely to Barry.

"What have you been up to, boy?" he demanded.

"Nothing," declared Barry innocently.

"What the hell is that then?" he asked angrily as he observed the mugs on the table and the cushions on the floor.

"I just gave them some soup to keep them warm," responded Barry.

"You had them out here. Didn't you?" he demanded to know.

"No, I didn't!" cried Barry in a frightened voice.

"Don't you fucking lie to me, boy!" yelled Joe as he struck the youth several times.

The sound of Barry's cries was too much for Claudia. She wrapped herself in a towel before opening the door.

"Stop!" she screamed.

Joe looked at her. The look of anger on his face was obvious. "What are you doing out here? Get back in that room and mind your own business," he ordered.

"You must really feel big, beating up boys and threatening women," said Claudia defiantly.

"You snobby bitch. I'll teach you difference between threats and carrying them out," he said with anger in his voice as he moved forward towards Claudia.

"No, Joe. Don't. We have the money. We can let them go now," said Barry desperately as he tried to restrain his companion.

Claudia could see the youth was in some pain and she felt helpless.

Joe calmed down. He picked up a bag and threw it at Claudia. "You're very lucky lady. Your old man came through with the money. Now get dressed. We'll drop you both off outside town," he stated.

While Barry preferred to turn his back, Claudia and Olivia had to face the indignity of dressing while Joe looked on with sneer. He was the first to leave the cottage with shotgun in his hand. Looked around but there was no one to be seen. He swung around to the women. "No funny business or you'll get both barrels," he snarled at Claudia. 

The snow was still thick on the ground as the women cautiously made there way out. Suddenly there was an amplified voice that seemed to come from nowhere. "Armed Police. Throw down your weapon, Baker," ordered the voice.

Barry immediately put his arms up.

"You give up too easily, boy," said Baker as he grabbed Claudia and put his gun to her face.

"Mum!" screamed Olivia. Barry restrained her when she tried to run towards her mother.

"Joe, listen to me. It's over," said Barry, still restraining the young woman.

"You see these people, boy? They don't care for us," said Joe who held the gun tightly against Claudia's cheek. Then he pointed the gun towards the police. "Anymore than they do," he concluded. 

Suddenly, Barry leapt at Joe's gun arm. The older man fell to the ground and Barry landed on top of him while Claudia managed to break free.

"You stupid kid!" yelled Joe as pushed Barry off. He leapt to his feet and pointed the gun at Barry.

"Nooo!" screamed Claudia.

Joe swung around and aimed his weapon in the direction of Claudia.

"Oh dear God. Claudia!" yelled Ted from the surrounding cordon.

For milliseconds it appeared to Claudia that time stood still and her life flashed before her. Then there were two shots fired almost simultaneously.

"Mum! Mum!"

Claudia only responded when she felt a hand slap her hard on her face.

"Mum, are you ok?" asked Olivia.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine, sweetheart as she hugged her daughter.

Ted broke from the cordon and embraced them both. "Oh my God, love. I thought I'd lost you both," he said as he continued to embrace his wife and daughter with tears in his eyes.

"How did you find us?" asked Claudia in a puzzled tone.

"It's a long story, Mrs Michaels. We'll get you debriefed and checked over at the station," said the unformed female officer.

"Dear, this is Chief Superintendent Ross," said Ted, introducing the officer.

Claudia turned to the officer. "Chief Superintendent. The boy was kind to myself and my daughter. Please don't be too hard on him," she pleaded.

The Chief Superintendent nodded.

At the station the whole story unfolded as Claudia and Olivia were told how Ted's withdrawal of fifty thousand pounds aroused the suspicions of My Macy, the general Manager. He, n turn, alerted the police. They, in turn, secretly followed Ted and the whole trail eventually led back to the cottage.

That night, despite her ordeal or perhaps because of it, Claudia and Ted enjoyed a wonderful passionate session of love making. Ted fell rapidly asleep but was unable to sleep. She was haunted by naked visions of Olivia. She could almost feel the wonderful touch of her daughter's flesh against her own. The nights they spent together awoke forbidden desires in Claudia. Desires she never knew she had and certainly not towards Olivia.

***

On the following Saturday morning Ted reluctantly went of on his golfing trip. He only agreed to go when Claudia and Olivia assured him that they would be fine.

Claudia sat in the kitchen and sipped her tea. Again her visions of her daughter came to mind and she imagined all sorts of erotic roles they could play together. Her thoughts were broken when she heard Olivia's voice.

"Morning, Mum," she said.

"Morning, sweetheart. Some tea?" answered Claudia as she reached for the teapot and poured.

"Thanks, Mum," responded Olivia and sat down.

"So, how are you feeling, sweetheart?" asked Claudia with concern.

"Oh, fine, Mum," replied Olivia.

Claudia noted a little unease or anxiety in her daughter's response. "Is anything wrong, dear? Are you still having nightmares?" she asked compassionately.

"What? Oh no. It's nothing like that. Well, not exactly..." Olivia hesitated.

"Not exactly?" repeated Claudia.

"It's so difficult. I..." Again Olivia hesitated.

Claudia took her daughter's hand and kissed it. "After what we've been trough together I think we can share anything. Don't you agree, sweetheart?" she said soothingly.

Olivia nodded. "It's just that I keep thinking about those nights we shared at the cottage. When I saw you naked I saw the most sensual woman I'm ever likely to meet. It was erotic and very... arousing. Please, don't be angry with me, mum," pleaded Olivia.




Ransom



Claudia held her daughter close. "Oh, I'm not angry, sweetheart. Actually, I'm very flattered and relieved," responded Claudia affectionately.

"Relieved?" asked Olivia as she looked up at her mother.

"I have a confession too. You're a beautiful young woman, Olivia. I've thought of nothing else but those nights we had together in the cottage. It's almost driven me insane not to be able to tell you," explained Claudia.

"Oh Mum," said Olivia as she hugged her mother tightly. Then she looked up at Claudia. "Does that mean we're in love?" she asked.

Claudia smiled and then kissed her daughter. "You know? You're dad won't be back for hours yet," she said.

Olivia smiled and taking her mother's hand, Claudia led her up to the bedroom she shared with Ted.

"I've never done it with a woman before," said Olivia.

"Nor I. Just do what comes natural. Now, just relax and let everything flow," replied Claudia.

When Claudia's lips touched Olivia's it wasn't like the kiss in the kitchen. This was more passionate. It was electrifying for both and seemed to trigger emotions of almost seismic proportions as they stripped each other garment for garment. There was a slight pause as each woman admired the other's beauty. 

Claudia led her daughter to the bed and put her in a kneeling position before she knelt behind Olivia and gently fondled her breasts.

Olivia shuddered with excitement as she felt her mother's wonderful breasts as they pressed against her bare back. She released a slight moan as Claudia began to nibble her ear and her neck while still gently playing with the nipples of her medium breasts.

"Oh my God, Mum," sighed Olivia as she enjoyed Claudia's kissing and nibbling of her back.

Olivia swapped places with her mother and soon it was Claudia's turn to moan as her daughter massaged her breasts and worked with her tongue down Claudia's back.

Claudia then turned to Olivia and eased the young woman onto her back. Claudia gently mounted her daughter and began to kiss her passionately.

Olivia began to moan loudly, not just of Claudia's tongue action along her bare shoulder, but also because of the sheer delightful pleasure she felt as her mother's breasts rubbed against her own as she did so.

"Oooh," sighed Olivia as Claudia licked and sucked her right nipple and then her left. Olivia's wonderful pleasure continued as Claudia made her way then the young woman's slim waist, halting just above her pussy.

Once again, Olivia swapped places and imitated her mother's actions. Like before it was Claudia's turn to release moan after moan as her daughter made her way down her naked body.

Then Claudia once again took the initiative as she formed a sixty-nine position and both women began to lick and suck pussy. As the moments passed, both women felt their love juices gather and eventually this gave way to an enormous and simultaneous orgasm leaving them breathless and exhausted.

The scene was extraordinary. As Claudia and her daughter rested together they could easily be taken for sisters rather than mother and daughter.

"My God, Mum. That was wonderful," declared Olivia, still breathing heavily as she rested her head on her mother's breast.

Claudia kissed her daughter and held her close to her. "I do love you, sweetheart," she responded.

"And I love you too, Mum. I don't want it to end," answered Olivia.

"There's no reason why it should. I'm always here for you," stated Claudia affectionately.

"Thanks, Mum," responded Olivia with clear joy in her voice. She kissed her mother before resting once again on her breast.

***

As the weeks turned into months, Claudia and Olivia's relationship grew even more intense. Whenever Ted was away on business they would sleep and shower together. More than that was that Claudia noticed Ted's sexual appetite had grown also. Eventually she weeded the truth out of him. One Saturday he had been forced to return from the golf early when Doctor Lucas, his partner, was called away on an emergency. When he arrived home he heard noises coming from their bedroom. He made his way upstairs and gently opening the room door he was stunned when he saw his wife and daughter in the throes of lesbian passion.

Initially Ted was shocked. However when he recovered he began to realise what a turn on the whole scene was. He confessed to Claudia that he had installed secret cameras in the bedroom and the shower to record it all and then watch it secretly before going to bed.

Like Ted, Claudia was initially shocked, even angry. However, on reflection, she found the whole idea making love to Olivia while her husband observed quite erotic and exciting. 

When Claudia relayed to Olivia her father's revelations, she too was at first shocked and angry, but like her mother, she found the whole idea of her father watching very arousing.

So an understanding was agreed. Claudia and Olivia would be allowed to continue their relationship with Ted's blessing while at the same time Claudia agreed to fulfil Ted's desires.



Ransom Ch. 02



Hi readers! Apologies for the delay, I've been slowly tinkering away here and there at this story, but finally have another chapter for you! Hope you enjoy it - I'm a relatively new writer with much improvement to come so I am grateful for all constructive criticism and suggestions. 

-AmandaSarah xx 

***** 

"It's just up here on the left," Mira stated the obvious as Carl steered the car towards the extravagant construction belonging to the Brooks family. The first time she'd laid eyes on it was as a small schoolgirl on her first play date with Kailee. She'd known her own parents' luxury apartment was glamorous because of the awed expressions of visitors when they first arrived, but the Brooks' manor was on a completely new level and she was convinced her classmate was royalty. It was a breathtaking two-storey, grey cobblestone mansion with four full length windows mirroring each other either side of the entrance. Directly above the front door was a small balcony which Mira had often looked out from as a child, pretending to be Juliet awaiting her Romeo. The height offered a distant view of the riverside, but also presented the opportunity to appreciate the Brooks' lush rose gardens. The driveway, which had once been old orange bricks, was now made of large black and grey masonry tiles, outlined by fresh green plants and just enough lanterns to light the path on an evening. 

The engine switched off and Carl's hand moved from the gear stick to the lace hem of Mira's dress. Her head was spinning and she jumped slightly when she felt his eager hand breach her bare thigh. 

"No need to be jittery, babe," he whispered as his palm moved ever so slightly upward, "I'm just exploring..." 

His pale blue eyes were glassy with alcohol and lust as he dipped his head down, sliding his tongue between her lips and making her squeak in surprise. His hand continued to wander up her skirt and she found herself trying to push him away. 

"Carl, p-please," she panted as the kiss was broken. A flash of annoyance crossed Carl's features, but then his look softened. 

"It's okay, baby...you want to take things slow, we can do that." 

His hand left her thigh and he slid out of the car, strolling around the other side to open the passenger door. Mira took his offered hand graciously and together they walked towards the front door. 

The porch was dark and uninviting, and Mira was full of hesitation. For all she knew, Kailee may have misplaced her phone. Once, when they were children, they'd played a game of Hide and Seek in a park not far from Kailee's house. Mira had spent all morning looking for her friend who was usually so easy to find because of her height, but Kailee was nowhere to be found. Together, Kailee's parents, her brothers and Mira had searched the entire neighbourhood until they eventually found her, sitting in the tallest tree in the park. She'd decided it was a brilliant place to hide, and rather comfortable, until she discovered she was unable to climb back down. She had been much too stubborn to call for help and so it wasn't until her entire family was directly below her calling out anxiously that she finally revealed herself and her predicament. Her father had been furious with her, but the boys thought it was hilarious; a 14 year old Nathan had climbed up to help her down, much to Kailee's dismay - she hated having to be helped by anyone, let alone one of her tormenting older brothers. 

"We going to stand out here all night or are you planning on pressing the doorbell?" Carl's voice, though teasing, held a slight note of irritation. Mira took a deep breath before pressing her finger to the white button. The muffled sound of chiming bells could be heard even through the thick wooden door and Mira cringed. She knew firsthand the echoing affect that doorbell had in every room of the house; it wouldn't be a pleasant sound to wake up to. It was at least two o'clock in the morning and, even on a Saturday night, Nathan was bound to be sleeping. Within a few moments, the overhead light flicked on and she self-consciously brushed her tangled blonde strands out of her face; aware of Carl's persistent gaze. 

The door opened abruptly and Nathan stood in the doorway, wearing only a pair of grey track pants. His eyes were weary and brow creased in confusion. 

"Mira, what's going on?" He glanced in Carl's direction, giving him a disapproving look over before returning to Mira. "Is everything okay?" 

"Oh Nathan, I'm s-so sorry to wake you," she stumbled over her words as the effects of the alcohol continued to course through her body. "It's just Kailee - I haven't heard from her and y-y-see-" 

"How much has she had to drink?" Nathan's dark green eyes bore angrily into Carl who stared back at him like he had just asked him if his jacket was made from real leather. 

He snorted derisively, "Relax man; she's only had a few and I'm taking good care of her," he wrapped a lazy arm around Mira's tiny waist possessively and within seconds, Nathan went from moderately angry to completely rigid. 

"Did you drive here under the influence, boy?" His tone reflected an iciness Mira knew too well and she clumsily stepped forward to assure him she was fine, but before she had the chance, Nathan was standing less than an inch away from Carl, his hands fisted. 

"You're one of those Duchenne boys, aren't you?" 

Mira had always said Carl's name with awe, but it came out of Nathan's mouth like a dirty word. Carl didn't miss the implication and narrowed his eyes at the towering man in front of him. 

"I'm Carl Duchenne and I'll have you know, my father is at the top of the-" 

"Your father has forced his way to the top by talking shit and stepping on the toes of respectable businessmen." 

"Nathan!" Mira hissed, shocked by his insolence. He ignored her protests. 

"And judging by the wine spills on your shirt, you barely know how to look after yourself, let alone a young lady." 

Carl's face reddened as Nathan leaned in closer, lowering his voice. "Now get your daddy's Porsche out of my driveway before I call security." 

Carl's hands were fisted and Mira could see his chest rising to match his anger. The two men stared each other down for what seemed like an eternity and she watched on uneasily, waiting for one of them to take a swing at the other. Instead, Carl let out his breath and turned to face her. 

"Clearly I'm not welcome here, but if you're after some more pleasant company, you have my number." Despite Nathan's glare, he leant in and gave Mira an intimate kiss on the length of her neck before turning swiftly towards his car. 

Mira turned to go after him, but a tight hand on her wrist pulled her back. 

"Nathan, let go! I can't believe you - Carl will never talk to me after-" 

"Good." Nathan pulled her into the warmth of the house, holding her steady with an arm around her shoulder. She couldn't help but blush as she noticed the perfection of his bare stomach that was so very warm against her side. 

"The Duchennes aren't people you should be associating with. It's pretty clear by the state you're in, that boy was only after one thing from you." The words tumbled out of his mouth with disgust. He sat her down on the lounge and she lifted her chin haughtily. 

"Carl isn't like that; he's been a gentleman all night!" 

Nathan ran a hand through his dark hair and sighed in exasperation. 

"Jesus, Mira. You can do better than that dickhead." 

She was taken aback by his comment; she'd expected a lecture from her best friend's brother, but not a compliment. If only Kailee was there to hear him... 

"Kailee!" Mira jumped up and Nathan grabbed a hold of her elbow, steadying her. She'd been so wrapped up in the drama at hand that she'd lost track of why she was there in the first place. 

"It's okay," Nathan turned towards the staircase, "I'll go wake her." Mira stopped him before he could take a step. 

"Wait! I'm n-not sure she's here..." she bit her lip as he raised an eyebrow at her. "She was...ahh...on her way to meet me at the party..." her voice dropped as she saw his eyes darken slightly, "...but she never turned up..." 

Nathan turned swiftly and ascended the stairs two at a time with a stumbling Mira scuttling after him. 

"Kailee!" His voice boomed when he reached the top of the stairs. He flung open her bedroom door and Mira's heart dropped as she saw the empty room, window wide open from Kailee's descent. 

"Fuck!" 

"What's going on?" A pyjama-donned Paul appeared in the doorway, concern brandishing his soft features. If the situation were less serious, Mira might have laughed at the way his ruddy blonde hair stuck up in odd places, but she couldn't even bring herself to smile. 

Nathan growled as he paced the room furiously, "Kailee's climbed out the fucking window again - that's what's going on!" 

Paul turned and disappeared down the stairs just as quickly as Nathan had climbed them. Strong hands fell on Mira's shoulders and she jumped around unexpectedly, her hands brushing against Nathan's chest. He didn't seem to notice the intimate contact. 

"When was the last time you heard from her?" 

"Ahh...it would have been around m-midnight. She was on her way to meet me at the Northmount...I haven't heard from her since then." Her eyes started to well up as the alcohol heightened her emotions. "It...it's not like her not to call me back..." 

"She took my freaking car!" Paul's discontent echoed up the stairs. 

Nathan put a comforting arm around Mira, who now had tears streaming down her face. "Don't worry. Paul's car can be tracked. We'll find out where she is." Mira knew he was reassuring himself as much as her. 

*** 

The sound of clanging dishes awoke Kailee with a start and she jumped in surprise at Jakob standing over her. 

"Woahh, girl," he backed away and Kailee wondered if it was to calm her or if he was worried she would lash out. "I'm just here to feed you." She followed his glance to the table beside her and winced as the movement caused a dull pain down the back of her neck. Sleeping in shackles had proven to be more uncomfortable than she'd thought, not to mention the piece of fabric she'd been given as a pillow. Despite the warm weather, the room was chilly and other than a thin blanket, she'd only had her dress to keep her warm throughout the night. Following Dominic's rough handling of her she hadn't been in the right frame of mind for sleeping anyway. Instead, she'd spent the majority of the night with her thoughts; why she was here, who her abductors were and, most importantly, how she was going to get out of this mess. Most young women in her situation would have feared the worst, but although Kailee was a realist, she was also a strong believer in the power of positive thinker and, above all, she was a survivor. 

She picked up a piece of what looked to be two-day-old rye from the table beside her and raised an unimpressed eyebrow at her attendant. 

"Bread?" 

Jakob placed a jar of cheap strawberry jam on the table and mock bowed, "With fine preserves, madam." 

She ignored his jest and took a moment to look about the room. Now that the room was better lit, she had the advantage of scoping out any escape routes. There was only one door to the room which was directly opposite the bed, and the only window on her right hand side had been barred and blacked out. It was an unusual room to hold someone captive - almost a bedroom, with the exception of the sink at the back of the room. Kailee felt heated again at the memory of Dominic tossing her mother's necklace down that basin. But she found that it wasn't the loss of the gold pendant which fuelled her anger as much as losing at her own game. 

"Are you going to eat that before it grows mould?" Jakob was watching her intently. He had a cheeky twinkle in his eyes that reminded her of her brother Paul, but she shoved the thought out of her mind as quickly as it had appeared. 

"I'm not hungry." 

Her gaze fell to the flaking red polish on her overgrown nails. If she'd made it to the Northmount, Mira would have scolded her for not applying a fresh coat. When it came to dress standards, etiquette and manners, her childhood friend put all the other ladies in their circle to shame. As an adolescent in a male-dominated household, Kailee had been blessed to have Mira in her life providing her with essential feminine tips she would have otherwise missed out on. 

The weight of the bed shifted as a cautious Jakob planted himself on the edge of the bed. 

"Look princess, I've got clear instructions to stay here until you eat, so if you want me to leave you're gonna have to clear that plate." Although his words were insistent, he spoke softer than Kailee expected and she was surprised to see kindness in his eyes. He was a somewhat gawky looking man, yet playful with laugh lines around his eyes and an oddly receding hairline for someone so young. His nose sat plump and crooked and she looked down at the knuckles of her right hand, noting the angry purple bruises that matched the one in the centre of his face. She couldn't help but feel a bit pleased with herself for the damage she'd caused. Lifting her eyes to meet Jakob's, she decided it was time for answers. 

"How much are you asking?" she demanded. 

Jakob's eyes widened in surprise, "Asking for what?" 

Kailee returned his ignorance with a knowing smile. "Well you've obviously kidnapped me for money," she stared him down, "So what's your asking price?" 

He cocked his head to the side in fascination. "You know, you've got more wits about you than the average eighteen-year-old girl." 

"Nineteen." She corrected and Jakob threw her a questioning glance. "I'm nineteen next week. Now answer my question." 

Jakob regarded the pompous beauty in front of him and considered giving her an answer, but then shrugged noncommittally, "Sorry sweetheart, I can't share that kind of information with you." 

"Why's that?" she scoffed, "Your boss man doesn't allow you to talk to the prisoners?" 

She was quick to retaliate and he shook his head at her persistence, but gave her no answers. 

"Will he be paying me a visit today?" I have a few questions for him too." 

Jakob's expression quickly changed from amused to sour. "Now don't go causing yourself more trouble," he snatched up her untouched plate from the bedside table. "Dominic isn't a man to be taken lightly." 

In the solemness of his tone, Kailee took his words as a genuine warning, but she shrugged nonchalantly, "I'm too important in this transaction for him to cause me any real harm. So come on, tell me how much I'm going for?" 

Jakob held a look on his face that told her she should rethink her judgement, but to her surprise he chuckled. "What does it matter anyway? A pleasant girl like you; I'm sure your brothers would pay anything to get you back home. Now eat!" He shoved the plate in her face, but she turned her nose up. 

"I'd prefer a coffee." 

Jakob let out a heavy sigh. "Of course you would." He crammed the piece of bread in his mouth, and chewed noisily. 

"All we have is instant," he said between mouthfuls, "so no fancy skinny...soya...lattes or whatever." 

"Instant is fine." Kailee watched as he devoured the last of the toast, then stood and made his way to the exit. 

"Don't go anywhere," he teased before bolting the door shut behind him. 

Kailee immediately sat upright and examined the metal cuffs securing each of her wrists. They were at least five centimetres wide and about two millimetres thick. They were too tight even for her slim hands to slide underneath, but she tried anyway, cursing as her thumb refused to squeeze through the shackle. Removing them was no possibility without a key or at least a paperclip. She scolded herself for wearing her hair out instead of styling it; a bobby pin would have come in handy right now. The chains trailing her wrists ran about a metre in length and were anchored to the wall just above her head. She brought herself to her knees facing the wall and ground her knee bones firmly into the mattress. Using all of her strength, she pulled on the manacles in an attempt to loosen the holdings, but they didn't budge. She continued heaving until her arms became fatigued and angry red rings appeared around her wrists. Letting out a growl of frustration, she let her face fall into her knees in defeat. 

Her head jolted up as she heard the familiar clunk of the door unlocking and she scrambled back under the blankets and into an unsuspecting seated position, leaning casually against the backboard with her eyes closed. 

"You'll find those restraints are quite impossible to escape." 

Kailee's eyes flew open at the accented voice. It wasn't Jakob returning with her coffee, but Dominic standing arms crossed, eyes boring into her. He looked like he'd just come from a shower, dressed in slacks and a singlet and with a gleam of damp hair. The positioning of his arms gave her a good view of his muscle definition and she couldn't help but wonder how much damage he could cause with those biceps. It was no wonder he had held her down so easily last night. The thought dissipated as he strolled towards her and she lifted her head high, determined to hide the fact that her entire body had stiffened upon his arrival. But she couldn't control herself from flinching as he snatched her right wrist into his hand and examined the metal securing.  

"I chose a slender fit particularly for you." He fingered the cuff proudly, obviously pleased with his choice. 

Kailee smiled wryly, "How thoughtful of you." 

He rotated her arm slightly, exposing the damaged state of her knuckles and pressed softly on the bruised area with two fingers. Kailee hissed at the pain and struggled in his grasp, but he kept his grip on her arm strong. 

"Did your brothers teach you to punch like that?" 

Kailee ignored his enquiry, glaring up at him in defiance. His head tilted to the side awaiting an answer. When he received none, he squeezed her hand with more pressure and she yelped in agony. 

"I asked you a question, girl." His tone was not unkind, but his threat was clear. 

"I taught myself!" she growled out the answer furiously. "I've taken some basic self-defence lessons, but I taught myself to throw punches a long time ago." 

Kailee thought she saw a hint of surprise cross his features, before his eyes became callous once again. 

"Your technique is poor." He spoke plainly, but she was still affronted by his comment. 

"My technique was proficient enough to take out two of your men," she spat stubbornly. "So tell me, Dominic," his eyes blackened at her use of his name, "are your men poorly trained or are they simply unaccustomed to taking on such an extreme challenge of a 60kg girl in stilettos?" 

She could feel his fingers on her arm tighten and he leaned in so close that his earthy cologne reached her nostrils. 

"You have a clever mouth," he spoke in a menacing tone, "You'd do well to keep that under control before I find a better use for it." 

She opened her mouth to protest, but before she had the chance to express her revulsion, the door was unbolted and Jakob entered, a mug of steaming coffee in his hand. He took in Dominic's sinister expression and paused in the doorway, uncertain of whether to continue inside or back away. 

"What is that?" Dominic turned to Jakob, flinging Kailee's arm back into her lap. She rubbed the circulation back into her forearm where his fingers had been. 

"It's just coffee, Dom...the girl..." 

"I told you to give her bread. If she doesn't eat the bread, she goes without." The corners of Kailee's lips turned up as she noted the way his accent thickened the angrier he became. Jakob shrugged in defeat, throwing Kailee a sympathetic look. 




Ransom Ch. 02



"Get her up and ready to go; if she tries anything, give her a minor dose of Ketamine." 

Dominic grabbed Kailee's chin firmly with his fingertips, bringing her face up to meet his scowl. "You had the advantage of surprise last night. I'd be interested to see what you can accomplish with one working hand and a bloodstream full of drugs." 

He gave her an obnoxious smirk before leaving the room, pausing only to snatch the coffee out of Jakob's hand, sloshing some on the floor in the process. 

"Asshole." Kailee muttered under her breath as soon as he was out of sight. If Jakob had heard her, he pretended he hadn't. 

"Okay princess, time to get out of bed." He pulled a set of keys from his jeans pocket and approached the bed cautiously. "Are you going to behave?" 

Kailee shrugged, "Apparently that's the only option that leaves me drug free." 

"Brilliant!" Jakob flashed her a toothy grin and she couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her own mouth in response to his playful nature. He picked up her left hand, unlocking the manacle and replacing it with a new handcuff, then repeated the motion with her right hand until her shackled hands were now behind her back and restrained with a set of handcuffs. He carefully guided her out of the bed, holding steady onto her left arm to help her balance. The tiles were cold on her bare feet and she wondered if they'd be providing her with any new footwear or if her expected stay here was too short to bother. Kailee suddenly realised her dress had crept its way up her thighs and her underwear was at risk of showing. She fumbled at the hem with her cuffed hands until Jakob realised her predicament. 

"Here, let me..." he quickly tugged at the material, wary of any intrusion, until it sat comfortably mid-thigh. 

"Thanks." Kailee mumbled her gratitude uncomfortably. 

Jakob gave her a light-hearted wink, "Don't mention it." 

He steered her towards the exit and Kailee set her focus on the surroundings, ready to take note of the number of accesses and where each might lead. But to her dismay, rather than the hallway she was expecting to meet, she was led straight into an adjoining room. The lighting was dimmer than the room they had come from and there was barely any furniture aside from a small desk against the back wall and a stool in the middle of the room. The podgy man from the night before entered from a side door, lugging a long black bag and Kailee couldn't help but chuckle at the slight limp in his walk. He met her smirk with a scowl and dropped the bag loudly on the ground. 

"Stupid fucking brat," he grumbled as he pulled out an assortment of items. Kailee's smile faded as she saw him unpack a camcorder. 

"What's the camera for?" 

Both men ignored her query and Jakob ushered her onto the stool, ensuring she was well balanced before leaving her side. The round man started awkwardly assembling a tripod directly in front of her. 

"Jakob!" Kailee hissed at her captor who was retreating to the back of the room. But before she had the chance to demand an answer, Dominic strode through the door, clipboard in hand. His slacks had been replaced with a pair of Levi's and he now donned a fitted grey shirt, with the long sleeves folded back mid-arm. He looked too well dressed for a criminal, Kailee thought. After speaking a few quiet words to Jakob, who nodded and began helping with the camera set up, Dominic approached her, his broad shoulders and stance emanating confidence. He placed the clipboard in her lap and she took a brief glance at the page it held - a typed sheet which was only two paragraphs long. She blinked up at him blankly. 

"What's this?" 

"It's a script. You will read it aloud to the camera," he motioned to the camcorder which now sat on the tripod facing her. "You will only speak what is written on the page," he continued, "and you will speak clearly. Am I understood?" 

Her eyes fell back to the page in her lap and as she read the words more thoroughly she realised their intent. 

"You're going to send this to my brothers." It was a statement rather than a question, but Dominic inclined his head anyway and took a few steps back towards his associates. 

"Alan," he nodded to the overweight man who then pressed a button on the camera. A red light appeared below the lens, indicating its operation and the three men set their gazes on her, awaiting her speech. She scanned the first sentence of her script and felt like laughing. He was somehow under the delusion that she would willingly assist him in possessing a bounty from her brothers. Clearing her throat, she faced the camera and plastered a semi-serious expression on her face. 

"Hi Nath," she improvised, "I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that all of your lectures about my late night escapades were, in fact, justifiable. However," she made sure to over-articulate each word, "despite the badly painted room and the ill-mannered company," her eyes narrowed in on Dominic, "I'm having a fabulous time staying in bed for much longer than you would ever allow and they even have instant coffee! So don't bother sending any money this way." She grinned into the lens and Dominic held up a hand to Alan. 

"Stop the camera." His voice was stony and he paced slowly towards her, standing in front of her with his lightly stubbled chin resting in his hand. He considered her carefully for a few moments, as if her were attempting to read her mind. 

"I hope you didn't mind me adjusting the script," she feigned innocence, "I just felt your words were a little...cliché." 

She threw him an impudent look, and saw the muscle in his jaw twitch before he reached out swiftly and gripped her long brown locks into his fist, dragging her forcefully to a standing position. She cried out in protest as her head was jerked backward, but his fury-filled eyes silenced her. 

"Obviously you don't understand your role in this," his gaze fell to her heaving chest which, thanks to her strapless dress, offered a large amount of bare skin for his viewing. She tried to jolt her elbow back into his abdomen, but the restraints on her arms restricted her movement. "Maybe you're feeling a little too comfortable in our company?" His eyes darkened and with one quick movement his free hand shifted to the fastener at the back of her dress. 

"No!" Kailee growled loudly in dissent when she felt his fingers pulling roughly at the clasp. She squirmed violently as he tore the zipper open and yanked the material down so that it fell into a black heap at her feet. Clad only in a black lace v-string and matching strapless bra, she struggled furiously against Dominic's grasp, ignoring the burn of her scalp as his grasp on her hair remained strong. 

"Get your hands off me!" 

She was oblivious to the delightful view she was providing to all three men, thrashing relentlessly in her underwear. Jakob regarded her uneasily, but Alan held a sly grin on his face, clearly enjoying the show. Dominic's hand smoothed over her flat stomach possessively, the contact enough to cause a feeling of dread to overcome her. His hand worked its way further up and beneath the underwire of her bra and she shook her head frantically in dissent. 

"I'll put my hands wherever I please," Dominic's breath was hot in her ear and, to prove his point, his palm breached her bra and he roughly kneaded her breasts, bringing an angry sob of humiliation from her full lips. 

"I can also give permission to my men to place their hands wherever they please," he continued, and she stilled suddenly at his implication. 

Alan perked up in response, "I sure wouldn't mind stuffing that expensive little cunt!" he snickered. He looked back at Jakob for reinforcement, but received none. 

"What do you think about that?" Dominic lowered his voice to a level only she could hear, "Would you like to feel Alan pumping between those smooth legs of yours?" His knee wedged itself between her legs for emphasis and her heart quickened in fear. "I'm sure that would make an interesting change to the wealthy young men you're accustomed to fucking." Hot tears threatened to spill from her eyes and she closed them tight, refusing to let him see her cry. 

"You wouldn't!" she couldn't contain the tremor that spilled out with her words. 

His hands continued their stray roaming, an amused smile lifting his features. "I am certain your brothers will make their payment so long as you're still breathing when we're done with you." He rolled a nipple firmly between his thumb and forefinger, and she let out a shocked gasp. 

"Now how about you try that speech again; and this time," he withdrew his hand and let her fall heavily back onto the stool, "convince me." 

*****



Ransom Ch. 03



Hi guys, I'm finally delivering the much awaited saucy scene so I hope it was worth the wait! I'm currently road tripping around the coast of Australia so I've been writing with pen and paper for the first time in a very long time. I'm going to keep continuing this story and Just One Game seeing as I've received so many requests for it. I'm lacking technology and internet at the moment though, so I apologise for however long it takes me to get them uploaded - please be patient :) As always, your feedback is much appreciated; I'd love to hear any writing suggestions and thoughts on my stories so keep them coming. 

-AmandaSarah xx 

*** 

Tears streamed down Kailee's face as she sat back in her bedroom-disguised prison. She'd held herself together while Jakob led her out of the interrogation room, took her into a small bathroom to relieve herself and then back to the gloomy room, securing her wrists back into their bindings. He'd looked at her with sad eyes and begun muttering some sort of an apology, but she'd faced the wall and blatantly ignored him. What good was his kindness now when he'd stood there silently not ten minutes ago and watched his accomplice molest her? It was obvious she had no friends here. She'd waited in silence until Jakob finally let out a sigh of withdrawal, left the room and bolted the door shut behind him. Then, and only then, did she release the angry sobs that had been pressing at her chest. 

How could she have been so stupid? She'd underestimated her captors and allowed that scum to exhibit her body. She'd been determined to take whatever Dominic threw at her with her head held high, but that smug bastard had known exactly where to push her so that she had no choice but to comply with his demands. To her own disgust, she'd sat in front of that camera and recited the script word for word, not even faltering through the demand for ten million dollars. Ten million dollars? She was taken aback that the request was so little. Either they were modest criminals or they somehow didn't know just how far the Brooks' fortune stretched. As a family approaching the top of the 'billion' category, ten million dollars, although an annoyance to have to retrieve, would barely make a dent in their bank account. Of course, Kailee wouldn't let that disturb her plans of stopping her captors in receiving their bounty. She wiped the moisture from her cheeks and stretched her long legs out across the bedspread. She'd have to work fast. There was no doubt in her mind that Nathan would already be preparing the money, not wanting to take any risks over her wellbeing. And the thought of Dominic winning made her blood boil. He played rougher than she'd expected, but she knew how to turn the game around. He'd used her femininity against her, but now it was time she used it to her advantage. 

*** 

Nathan sat grimly in his study, staring at the phone. It was taking all of his will power not to pick it up, call the police and file a missing persons report. His concerns of Kailee's disappearance had become reality once they'd tracked Paul's car to a parking lot a few blocks away from the Northmount. The driver's side door had been ajar and the only trace of his little sister were her red stilettos that had been lying on the ground at least two hundred metres from the vehicle. Any regular man would have already called the police and spread word that the youngest member of the Brooks family had been abducted. But Nathan wasn't blind; whoever had taken her was bound to know how much she was worth. The chances of her disappearance being spontaneous were slim to none, which meant this was certain to be a ransom and he wouldn't be doing Kailee any favours by getting the police involved this soon. He'd spent the rest of the night cursing Kailee for her recklessness; what was she thinking, walking down dark streets alone in the middle of the night? Then he punished himself for not keeping a closer eye on her; she was, after all, his responsibility. He grunted in frustration and made his way downstairs; he needed a strong drink. 

As he treaded past the lounge room, a nest of blonde curls caught his eye. Mira. He'd assumed she would have gone home by now, but there she was - fast asleep on the couch, her face slightly flushed from the tears that had fallen in the early hours of the morning. It was long after lunchtime now, but Nathan thought better than to wake her. She looked like an angel lying there in her white lace dress, her pretty features relaxed in a peaceful dream. He reached for a knitted throw from one of the empty couches and draped it delicately over her tiny form. She shifted slightly, but her breathing remained steady, her lips parted. 

He'd always felt a protectiveness over Mira, similar to the responsibility he felt for Kailee, but perhaps even more so because Mira was so terribly innocent and naïve in comparison to his headstrong sister. The two of them were complete opposites and yet no friendship had ever been as strong as the one they shared. The first time Kailee had brought home her tiny blonde school friend, Nathan had pulled hard on one of her pigtails and called her Goldilocks. The result was Mira in a sobbing mess and a hard kick in the shins from his six-year-old sister. He couldn't remember the day that he stopped seeing Mira as a delicate little girl and instead as a sophisticated woman. 

Though he'd never admit it, he knew he'd been out of line last night in his treatment of the Duchenne boy. The Duchenne family was one of notoriety and he'd had several run-ins with the older two boys, but it wasn't his place to pry into Mira's personal life. It was just the sight of that brat's slimy hands on her which had made him see red. She was a Sauvigny for Christ's sake. Her family might not have the wealth they once did, but the name still held its prominent status. Of course, he knew better than to expect a Duchenne to care about reputation. 

Nathan made his way into the kitchen and reached under the sink for the bottle of whiskey he'd hidden from Kailee's eager hands. She'd been of drinking age for almost a year, but he didn't want to encourage her drinking habits by making spirits easily accessible for her. She didn't have a job and, at their father's request in his will, both Paul and Kailee were to be given a reasonable weekly allowance until they reached the age of 21, in which they would then receive a portion of their inheritance. Nathan was sure that Paul, who was now 22, had been giving Kailee extra spending money; but for all he knew she could have just been making the extra cash at the poker tables. He reached for a glass out of the top cupboard, filled it halfway with ice and then poured in a decent amount of the bronze liquid. But before he had a chance to touch the glass to his lips, the front door opened and his brother was calling his name frantically. 

"Nathan!" Paul's voice echoed through the wide hallways and Nathan bolted to the entrance to meet him. 

"What? What is it?" 

Paul had insisted on staying at the site where they'd found the car, gathering any evidence and searching all of the surrounding areas. They'd already searched four times, but Paul wasn't convinced she'd been taken. He'd always had the utmost faith in his little sister's safety; which was why Nathan had to constantly ensure that he was protective enough for the both of them. 

Paul held out a thin square object, and Nathan's brow furrowed in confusion. It was a disc. 

"I found it in the letterbox." 

He took it from his brother's hands and noticed the scrawled note on the front. 'Play Me'. Nathan didn't like this. He had a large skull of his whiskey as Paul stared at him hesitantly. 

"Do we watch it?" 

Nathan answered his question by moving to the lounge room where Mira now sat upright, her eyes bleary with sleep. He snatched up the remote beside her and brought the television to life, before slipping the disc into the DVD player. 

The image that appeared on the screen brought a gasp from Paul and a cry from Mira's lips. It was of a trembling girl with tear streaked eyes. She was only wearing black underwear, her bra lopsided and one strap fallen down her arm which was marked with angry red fingerprints. Her fragile shoulders were hunched and her long brown hair matted around the shape of her face. It was only when she spoke that Nathan truly believed it was his sister's vacant eyes staring at them through the glass. 

The three of them watched on in silence as Kailee voiced the kidnappers' demands: no police, no attempt to find them, and ten million dollars cash delivered to a warehouse in the country within 72 hours. Should they follow all of these demands, Kailee would be safely delivered back to them in one piece. 

The instructions were clear, but Nathan barely registered any of them. He was too busy looking at the shaking girl on the screen. There was no defiance, no fire. Kailee was a girl of spirit and determination and he didn't want to know what they'd done to turn her into the frightened girl in front of him. 

As the screen went blank, Nathan didn't say a word. He was somehow on his feet, marching towards the television. He gripped the edges of the set and with a snarl, he threw it forcefully off its stand, glass smashing all over the carpet. 

*** 

Dominic scrolled through the news headlines, a satisfied smile breaching his lips at the lack of missing heiresses. Just as he'd predicted, Nathan Brooks hadn't reported his sister's absence and was most likely taking matters into his own hands. Arrogance and determination ran strong in the Brooks' bloodline and it certainly hadn't skipped the youngest family member. He'd expected Kailee to put up a fight at first, but her defiance seemed to stretch out further and further the more threats he threw at her. Paired with her unexpected ability to defend herself full force, the girl was fast becoming more trouble than she was worth. And she was worth a lot. 

Dominic lifted his half-empty glass of scotch to his lips and swallowed a large amount of the liquid, a satisfying burn filling his chest. His thoughts drifted to his captive's half-naked body pressed back against him, her stormy green eyes widening in a mixture of fear and fury. The night he'd seen her in the casino from a distance he'd been surprised by how much older she appeared than her 18 years. He'd shrugged it off with the assumption that she knew how to dress herself up to look more mature. It was only when she was stripped before him that very morning that he realised she wasn't hiding anything. It had been an erotic vision and he'd almost been tempted to punish her further just for his own self-pleasure. 

Dominic emptied his glass and shook his head, clearing the thought from his mind; though he had many vices, rape had never been one on the list and he sure didn't plan on adding it anytime soon. He'd lost control too many times in her presence. There was something about her defiant glare and her sharp words that infuriated him beyond measure. Perhaps it was because most people he dealt with were aware of his reputation and knew better than to insult him, but no one had ever spoken to him the way she had. 

A knock on the door broke his thoughts and he emptied his glass, placing it firmly on the desk. 

"Come in," he called gruffly, but the door was already open and Jakob was storming towards him, the sour expression on his face causing him to look like a sullen child. 

"Ah, Jake, right on cue," Dominic stood and reached for the bottle of scotch perched on the set of shelves above him. "Sit down, have a drink." 

"You went too far!" Jakob all but shouted, but Dominic continued pouring the two glasses indifferently and slid one across the desk towards his angry friend. 

"Sit." He spoke firmly and, thankfully, Jakob obeyed, but the fury in his eyes remained. 

"Do you want your money or not?" Dominic sat opposite his friend and looked him in the eye. 

"Dom," Jakob ran a hand through his hair, "she's just a girl! Surely it isn't necessarily..." 

"Do you really think the Brooks brothers are going to be convinced that their sister is in danger if she's sitting happily in front of a camera mouthing off at us?" 

Jakob hesitated, "It's just...to threaten her like that..." 

"Well perhaps if you weren't off fetching her coffees and treating her like a princess she'd be more submissive." 

Jakob's eyes lowered guiltily as Dominic turned the blame on him. 

"She was well overdue for a lesson in obedience," he swallowed another mouthful of burning liquid. "And if she continues to act up over the next three days, she'll receive many more." 

Jakob swallowed a mouthful of scotch bitterly. It was obvious he had some kind of fondness for the girl, though Dominic couldn't see why. She was a stunning girl, but a fist to the face wasn't usually a good start to a friendship. Neither was a kidnapping. It was just like Jakob to end up feeling sorry for a captive, especially when he deserved every cent of the money they were claiming. 

"I've made some stroganoff for dinner," Jakob announced. 

Dominic looked at him blankly, "I've already eaten." 

"Yes," Jakob replied warily, "but the girl hasn't had anything to eat all day, I thought I could take- " 

"You're finished for the day," Dominic interrupted him. "Leave the meal with me." 

"But..." 

"I've already paid Alan so you can tell him his work here is finished." 

Jakob looked as though he wanted to protest, but instead, he closed his mouth and stood to leave. 

"Stop worrying old friend," Dominic collected the two empty glasses and placed them to one side, "You'll have your ten mill before the week's out." 

*** 

It was hours before someone came to visit Kailee; around dinner time she assumed. She'd napped through most of the day, with the rest of her time spent counting the cracks in the ceiling. She was in the process of deciding whether the mark in the far right hand corner was a scuff or a crack when she heard the familiar unbolting of the door. Her heartbeat quickened as Dominic's towering figure filled the doorway. 

Hold it together. Kailee urged herself to calm. If she wanted things to pan out in her favour, she'd have to maintain complete control over her emotions. 

"Good evening, Miss Brooks," there was no warmth in his voice. He approached her and Kailee noticed a tray of some kind of murky casserole in his hands. It didn't look as though she was going to be fed anything decent while she was here. She smiled weakly at him and then looked down at her hands. She could feel his gaze burning into her as he placed the tray on the table beside her. 

"What's this?" he mused, "Nothing smart to say tonight?" 

It took Kailee all of her self-control not to glare up at him and give him a piece of her mind. Instead, she kept her eyes lowered and spoke in a quiet voice. 

"No," she uttered, "I'll behave myself, I promise." 

"Right," he said, a disbelieving note hinting at the pitch. "Your food's on the table. I care not if you choose to eat it - you won't die of starvation in 72 hours, but keep in mind your next meal isn't until tomorrow." 

He turned to leave and Kailee panicked. If she was going to act, she needed to do so quickly. Her arm jolted out, the chains allowing just enough give that her fingers brushed against his forearm. 

"Wait!" she cried desperately. 

Dominic turned around in surprise, his daunting gaze questioning her outburst. 

"Please," Kailee's eyes pleaded with the man, "It's just...I've been here for hours by myself..." 

His expression fast became amused. "What?" he scoffed, "And you'd like me to keep you company, is that it?" 

She bit her lip uncomfortably; it did seem like a strange request. "I'm going crazy locked in here," she murmured. 

Dominic snorted, "You're a prisoner, what do you expect?" 

Kailee clenched her fists angrily under the sheets, but remained silent. 

He considered her carefully before speaking again. "How about a game of cards?" 

Her eyes lit up in both astonishment and excitement at his suggestion. All she needed was a short amount of time alone with him to work her magic and find her escape. 

"Cards sounds lovely." 

*** 

By the time Dominic had returned from fetching a deck, Kailee had already scoffed the entire bowl of casserole. She'd considered not eating it in case it was drugged, but she needed at least a little bit of trust from Dominic for her plan to work and leaving the bowl untouched would look suspicious. The meal was actually tastier than it had looked and her food deprived stomach was now thanking her for it. 

When the door opened, Dominic stood before her in track pants and a fresh singlet with a bottle of scotch and two glasses. Two glasses? This was going better than Kailee had planned. He placed the bottle and glasses on the bedside table and dragged it to the middle of the bed before perching himself on the end. 

"Do you like scotch?" he asked her, already pouring into the first glass. 

"I've never tried it before," Kailee lied. Second to a good bottle of chardonnay, it was actually her preferred choice of beverage. She often stole glassfuls from her brother's hidden stash under the sink; just enough to kill her cravings without him knowing any was missing. 

"Best drink it slowly then," he advised, with an amused smirk. He slid a half-filled glass towards her before taking a mouthful of his own. Kailee brought the glass to her lips and drank daintily. She coughed for effect after her first swallow, and then took another small mouthful. 

"Not bad," she remarked. It was, in fact, one of the best tasting brands of scotch you could buy, not to mention the most expensive. If the man drank this stuff every night, Kailee thought, it was no wonder he needed ten million dollars. 

Dominic set about shuffling the deck and she noticed how sophisticated he looked, sitting eloquently on the bed. If the circumstances were different, she would have considered him to be quite the gentleman. But the memory of his tight hand around her throat immediately caused her to relinquish that thought. She realised he was watching her just as intently and she cleared her throat nervously. 

"That video," she said, "have you sent it to my brothers?" 

Dominic left her question unanswered as he distributed ten cards to each of them. He was likely deciding whether the information was something he should share. "It was delivered this morning." he eventually said. 

Kailee nodded in response; that meant she would need to work fast in order to beat the pending payment. 

"What are we playing?" she asked, collecting the cards in front of her and habitually organising them into matching suits and numbers. 

"Rummy," he answered, placing the remainder of the deck in the centre and flipping over the top card. "You know the rules?" 

Of course she did, it was a simple and classic game, but she was playing coy tonight. 

"I think so, but maybe you could go through them again with me?" 

She continued lapping up her drink as he talked her through the game play. She was drinking much too quickly for a lady, but the drunker Dominic thought she was, the better. She could handle her alcohol finer than most men she'd come across, but Dominic wasn't to know this, and she was content for him to think she was well intoxicated. He was pouring them both a second glass by the time they'd started playing and she feigned a small hiccough as she collected her first card from the pile. It was a stock standard game of ridding yourself of all cards by melding together runs and number sets. Kailee usually found the game a bore, but there was an added enjoyment when you were acting like a bad player. 




Ransom Ch. 03



"You still live with your brothers at 18." Dominic's sentence took her by surprise. It was formed as a question, but he said it as a statement. 

"Yes," she confirmed, throwing a card into the centre and continuing to drain her glass. 

He looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to clarify. She let out another tiny 'hic!' before continuing. 

"I don't receive any inheritance until I reach 21," she stated, as if it were obvious, "It makes sense to live there." 

Dominic nodded, picking up the card she'd thrown away and setting down four sixes in front of him, "And your brother?" 

He was referring to Paul. He'd received his inheritance a year ago. 

"I suppose he's not ready to leave the house our parents lived in," she spoke truthfully, but there was little emotion in her voice. She'd learned to hide it well. "Besides," she added, "it's a big house; plenty of space for the three of us." 

She went to take another mouthful, but found herself with an empty glass. Dominic reached over and topped it up for her. 

"You won't stay there though," he said certainly, and tossed a card in the centre, leaving him with only three in his hand. 

"What?" Kailee frowned at that comment. 

"When you reach 21," he explained, "You won't live with your brothers." 

"What makes you say that?" Kailee kept her voice calm as she collected another card from the deck, but she was inwardly fuming at the way he made assumptions about her. 

"You're not the type to bask in an anguished past." 

Kailee didn't want to confirm his appraisal, but it also wouldn't do her plans any good if she were to deny it. Instead, she took a large mouthful of scotch and threw out a King. Just as she'd predicted, Dominic collected the King and set it down with two others he'd had in his hand. He deposited the final card in his hand to the centre and met Kailee's eyes. 

"Game," he announced. 

Kailee shrugged and finished drinking what was left in her glass. "I guess I'm not much of a card player." 

Dominic's lips crept upwards ever so slightly and she wondered what amused him. She knew a competitive man when she saw one; it was likely he was proud of his win even though she'd handed the game to him with a ribbon wrapped around the top. She sat up straighter against the backboard and, as she did, the motion caused her dress - still with a broken clasp thanks to the morning's proceedings - to slip down to her waist. 

Although she didn't like to, Kailee knew how to use her body to her advantage. She'd first become aware of her assets when she was 16 and Paul had invited a few of his college friends over for drinks. She'd been sunbathing by the pool when she caught a few of them stealing hungry glances at her from across the courtyard. That was when she'd discovered that with an artful flutter of her eyelashes, a dazzling smile and a few meaningless words, she could have men smuggling her alcohol and sneaking her into the casino. Mira would always disapprove of these antics, of course, but Kailee was thrilled with her new method of getting what she wanted. That was until one particular college boy took her flirtatious personality a little too seriously and with a quick spike of her drink at a house party, she'd very nearly lost her virginity against her will. Nathan had also very nearly murdered the boy when he'd found him taking advantage of his almost comatose little sister in the guest room. That had been lesson enough for Kailee to stop using her body as an object of manipulation and start using her wits instead. 

Unfortunately her wits hadn't been enough to manipulate this man. When she saw his eyes darken with lust at her exposed cleavage, she knew she'd chosen the winning path. 

"Oh!" Kailee fumbled drunkenly at the fallen material, pulling it up to cover her chest, yet not quite hiding all that she had to offer. Dominic had stopped drinking from his glass and was now drinking in the exposed state of her upper body. It crossed her mind that he might have already had several drinks before he'd decided to visit her. 

"Dominic...," his eyes left her body and she saw a struggle in his expression as he took another swig from his glass. "This morning..." 

"I meant what I said," he said gruffly, the threat in his tone clear. 

I'll place my hands wherever I please. 

"I know," she whispered, "it's just..." she slurred her words slightly. "When you touched me like that..." Kailee brushed her hair back from her pretty face, feigning embarrassment and something else entirely... 

Dominic placed his glass back on the table and moved closer to her, looking almost predatory. "What?" he urged her to finish. 

"It felt..." she hesitated, moistening her lips nervously. He was inches away from her and she could smell the hint of inebriation on his breath. 

"Tell me," he demanded, his hungry eyes attacking her body. 

"It felt...kind of good." She whispered the last words and before she had the chance to determine whether he'd taken the bait, he was upon her. 

His firm body came down hard against hers, causing her to lie flat on her back and look up at the powerful man atop her. He was God-like in the dim lighting of the room, a dark looming stature with solid arms holding her down as he examined all of her with a look of appreciation. His warm hands traced the bare sides of her body, sending shivers all through her. He released the clasp at her back, and her breasts spilled out of the cups, his eager hands finding them quickly and caressing her deliciously. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft gasp and he took that opportunity to possess her mouth with his. 

Kailee had lost count of how many men she'd kissed; drunken clumsy kisses at parties, a few slow passionate ones; it didn't matter. Not one of them had felt anything like this. 

Dominic kissed her roughly and possessively, his slightly stubbled jaw grazing her face intimately. His fingers were tangled in her hair, pulling slightly and drawing soft sighs from her. He nibbled at her lips and as his tongue slipped into her mouth, she caught the delightful taste of scotch on his breath. She couldn't help but meet his tongue with hers and he groaned as she bit down softly on his bottom lip. 

Her legs were spread apart easily with a nudge of his knees, and his hard length began grinding into her core under layers of clothing. Kailee moaned into his mouth and she realised with horror that she was feeling just as hot and ready as he was. She was panting as he broke the kiss and he started trailing hot wet kisses down her neck and collarbone until he reached her exposed breasts. 

"Oh!" she cried out as he bit gently at her nipple, causing her back to arch uncontrollably. This needed to stop before he got too carried away. 

"Dominic..." she sighed, trying to avert his attention, but his mouth continued to move over her breasts. "Domin-" his hand cut her off as it came down firmly over her mouth, hushing her while his tongue flicked expertly across her nipples. She wriggled beneath him, the teasing of his tongue causing a wetness to develop between her legs. She was a writhing mess and she started panicking that she wouldn't be able to get out now that she'd worked him up so much. To her relief, his hand came off her mouth and he sat up to drag his singlet over his head, revealing a tanned chest with a ripple of muscles. His body was fascinating, emanating strength and masculinity. Kailee wanted so badly to run her hands down the trail of dark hair on his firm stomach. She inwardly cursed herself for the thoughts she was having about a man she was aiming to destroy. She reached out towards him, but the chains clinked in protest before her hands could make contact. With a loud groan of frustration, she looked up at the half naked man above her pleadingly. 

"Please..." she begged, staring at him with lust-filled eyes, "I need to touch you..." 

She couldn't read his dark expression as he considered her request and she felt a surge of doubt overcome her. But to her surprise, he threw her a confident smile and moved to a kneeling position above her. She could hear him unfastening the shackles and she fought the urge to laugh in triumph. You could always rely on a man to think with his dick instead of his head. 

She could still feel him working at the locks when his mouth moved to her ear. 

"Where are you going to touch me first?" he murmured teasingly as his fingers continued at the cuffs. His provocative tone thrilled her to the core and she fought to keep herself composed. 

"Hmm," she played along, "I think I'll start..." her foot slid slowly up one of his legs until it was poised at the thick bulge in his track pants, "...here." 

He growled approvingly, and then used one of his knees to push her hovering foot firmly back into the mattress. 

"There's just one problem with that plan," he whispered huskily in her ear. 

"And what's that?" Kailee breathed flirtatiously. 

"Your poker face doesn't work on me." There was a darkness in his tone that made her stiffen. She turned her head to the side and met his ominous expression. 

"What?" she pulled on her chains and to her complete horror, he'd tightened them so she couldn't even move her hands an inch. 

"Acting like a whore to catch me off guard," he mused, tracing her bottom lip with his thumb, "You sure enjoy playing with fire, don't you?" 

Kailee jerked her face away from him angrily. "You bastard!" she brought her knee up to meet his groin, but he was expecting the blow and caught her leg in two hands before it could reach its target. 

"Now, now," he tutted, "Do I need to get someone in here to hold your legs down?" 

She stilled at the threat, but her eyes remained murderous. His large hands ran up the length of her tanned leg and edged dangerously towards her lace underwear. 

"Don't you dare touch me!" she hissed through clenched teeth. 

Dominic raised an eyebrow in response. "You think you can get a man all worked up like that and not face the consequences?" 

And with that, his thumb caught the hemmed crotch of her panties and pushed it to one side, evidently revealing her dampened state. 

"Well, well," he smiled sardonically, running his thumb through her slick folds and tauntingly circling her clit. "I guess it wasn't an act after all!" 

Kailee's face reddened and she squirmed against his tormenting fingers. Damn her body for responding against her will! 

"Get off me!" she yelled, but instead he quickened the pace of his thumb. His other hand trailed her smooth stomach and came to gently knead her bare breasts. She squirmed under his touch, but the weight of his strong legs kept her in place. 

"Stop- " she gasped as he slipped a finger inside her, causing a small ripple of pleasure to hit her core. His thumb continued to roughly stroke and tease her clit, pressing at all the right places. She could feel herself dripping over his hand and looked up in humiliation to meet his satisfied smirk. She tried frantically to get a leg free from under him but he shook his head at her warningly before slipping a second finger into her heat. 

"Oh!" she cried at the full sensation, not knowing if she wanted him to stop or continue the torture. His fingers curled and her hips came off the bed seeking more. 

"That's it, baby," he encouraged her as she closed her eyes and felt the start of her climax. He pinched at her swollen nub and she wriggled wildly at the sensation. 

"Oh God!" Kailee practically screamed as her orgasm hit hard; a series of tremors flowing through her body. Not even her own fingers had been able to produce an orgasm that intense and she'd given up on expecting them from the college boys she fooled around with. She was so overwhelmed by the euphoria that she barely noticed Dominic's fingers hooking under the edges of her panties and sliding them down her long legs. It was only when she felt something large and firm pressing against her entrance that she opened her eyes in alarm to see that Dominic had removed his pants and was positioning himself between her legs hungrily. 

"No!" she cried, but with one forceful thrust, the length of him was deep inside her, tearing through her hymen. She tried desperately to convert her yelp of pain into a cry of protest. She didn't want to give him the added glory of knowing he'd stolen her virginity, but she didn't get the chance to tell if he noticed because he was already moving intently inside her, drawing more tiny cries from her. 

"Damn, you're tight," he groaned, his accent was thick and his voice heady with desire. He moved slowly at first, allowing her to adjust to his overwhelming size and she was eventually able to relax as the pain began to dissipate. With each thrust his length was buried slightly deeper into her and Kailee's breath became laboured as she felt a new kind of pleasure overcome her. When she finally let go of her thoughts and allowed a moan to escape her lips, Dominic took this as compliance and he began plunging into her at a faster rhythm. He gripped firmly onto her hips as he ground into her and she could feel his balls hitting her behind as he filled her slick channel to the hilt. His dark, savage eyes never left hers as he fucked her relentlessly, his breath ragged and expression dominant. She couldn't look away from him and at each thrust she felt a spark of pleasure run through her, sighing in content. 

When her hips started to come up to meet his, he growled hungrily and, to her surprise, he pulled out of her. She looked at him with wide eyes, and made to move away from him, but he grabbed her roughly by the waist and spun her around like a rag doll so she was kneeling in an upright position, with her back to him. 

"What..." she tried to look around to see what he was doing, but a large hand came gently around her neck and she kept herself silent. 

"Keep still," he warned. 

His other hand began stroking her damp entrance and Kailee jumped at the intensity of her swollen clit as his fingers brushed against it. She toppled over slightly at the sensation and felt Dominic re-entering her from behind. She wasn't even protesting anymore, but she barely cared as this time there was only pleasure when he slipped into her. 

Her hands clenched onto her chains for support as he began moving fast and deep inside her, hitting her g-spot. He flattened his palm against her collarbone, pulling her backward to lean against his bare chest as he drove roughly into her. Kailee let her head fell back onto his shoulder, too exhausted to hold herself up. His hands were roaming her chest and then lower until she could feel her peak approaching once again. 

Dominic's breath was coarse in her ear. "You want to come for me again, baby?" 

She couldn't speak, but she let out a little mewl of approval. 

Dominic surged violently into her and she felt the familiar wave impending. But before she could come, he pushed her forward and with a content groan, he quickly pulled out of her and released himself, hot and sticky, all over her back. 

Kailee fell to her stomach breathlessly and, with a cry of frustration, she turned tiredly to Dominic, confusion clear across her flushed face. He was already standing and redressing, a smug smile on his face. She threw him a look of utter disgust. 

"What?" he feigned innocence, "You think I'm going to reward you for trying to escape?" 

"You son of a bitch!" Kailee was very nearly shaking in fury. "You...you raped me!" 

Dominic let out a gruff laugh. "You tell yourself whatever you need to, darling," he bent down and collected her panties, tossing them at her. "But I don't recall any real protests between those moans." 

Kailee reddened at the dampened state of her underwear. 

"In fact," Dominic continued, "I don't think I've ever heard a woman cry out so loud in pleasure." He collected the scotch from the bedside table. "Especially," he added, throwing her a knowing look, "on her first time." 

And with that, he left the room, ignoring the string of curses Kailee threw at him. Her hands were still chained to the headrest, a trail of semen running down her bare back. She had no choice but to sit there in the messy bed sheets and think of all the ways she was going to torture and kill her captor. 

***



Ransom Ch. 04



Hi guys! Apologies for the wait and the slightly shorter edition - I'm currently travelling Australia with no power and no internet, plus a hell of a lot of driving so writing has been interesting...however, here is the next chapter. Thanks for all the feedback I've received through comments and emails - I love hearing what people think, good or bad so keep it coming! 

-AmandaSarah xx 

*** 

"We have to track her down!" It was the first time Mira had ever heard Paul raise his voice in anger; he was usually the peacekeeper. Tonight his voice echoed through the halls at a decibel that met Nathan's own bellowing words. 

"Don't be fucking stupid!" Nathan boomed. "We meet their demands and that's it." 

"Kailee wouldn't want us to be weak and just pay the ransom to rescue her - you know that," Paul insisted, "She'd want us to take those bastards down!" 

Mira sat on the soft carpet of the lounge room, collecting up shards of glass. The two brothers had been yelling at each other all evening. She should have felt uncomfortable sitting there, listening to their argument, but after seeing her best friend's desperate face on the television screen, she barely felt anything at all. 

"I don't give a fuck what Kailee wants! She isn't exactly in a position to be making demands now, is she?" Mira could hear Nathan's heavy feet pacing the kitchen. 

"You can't seriously think I'm just going to sit here and do nothing!' Paul continued to argue. 

"No; what you're going to do is access the family safe and prepare the money." 

"I'm bloody well not-" 

"Yes you are!" Nathan growled and his words resonated through every room of the house, "Because I'm damned well not going to watch another family member get buried!" 

A dark silence filled the kitchen and even Mira's hands came to a standstill. She listened as quick footsteps left the room and then the front door slammed with a loud bang as Paul made his leave. Her fingers continued to pick at the shattered glass, forming the pieces into a jagged mess in the centre of the room. 

"Mira, what are you doing?" Nathan's voice was irritated as he filled the doorway to the lounge room, but she didn't look up from her pile. She heard him stepping closer, but still she kept her eyes down, her hands working quickly. 

"Mira...jesus! Stop!" His arms suddenly gripped her upper arms and he pulled her forcefully to a standing position. "Look at your hands!" 

Her feet were firm on the ground, but Nathan still had a fixed grasp on her forearms keeping her steady and he brought her hands out in front of her. She let out a gasp as she saw they were covered in blood. 

Nathan swore under his breath and led her quickly into the kitchen by her wrist. She all but stumbled at the speed he pulled her and when they reached the sink, his hands came around her waist and lifted her easily so she sat on the countertop, legs dangling over the edge like a child. 

She watched blankly as he crouched down and opened one of the cupboards near her feet, pulling out a red container and placing it beside her. Neither of them said a word as he scavenged through the container and then brought a pair of tweezers to her right hand. Mira yelped as they brushed against a jagged piece of glass caught between her thumb and forefinger. When had that happened? 

"Hold still," Nathan said gruffly as he carefully drew the fragment from the bloody mess on her palm. It dropped into the sink with a soft clinking sound. 

He dipped a cotton ball into a cup of disinfectant and the chemical scent made Mira scrunch her nose. She hissed as the wool was brought to her palm and Nathan gave her an apologetic look. His hands were strong and rough, but she could tell he was trying hard to be gentle with her. When he brought a coil of bandage tightly around her palm, Mira looked up at him and found his brow creased in concentration. His green eyes were bloodshot and overtired, making him appear older than his 26 years. She assumed she looked just as exhausted as him; her own slumber had been intermittent and she'd found herself tiptoeing upstairs several times to see if Kailee had miraculously returned. It was Kailee, after all, and if anyone were to find a way to escape a kidnapping, it would be her. 

"Paul's right you know," Mira's voice was tiny in the eerie silence of the house, but it still caught Nathan off guard. "About Kailee." 

His eyes met hers and she saw in them a hint of annoyance. 

"She wouldn't want to be rescued." 

"You think I should risk her safety for the sake of her dignity?" Nathan's words were bitter. 

Mira thought for a moment and then shook her head. Nathan had stopped coiling her hands now, but he still held them as he looked at her curiously, waiting for her to speak. 

"The girl on the DVD; that wasn't Kailee," she whispered. "That girl was frightened...helpless even. She needs to be rescued." 

Nathan considered her words for a moment, before pinning the bandage in place. He let out a long sigh. 

"I can't help thinking how different things would be if our parents were here," his eyes remained fixed on Mira's hands and she gave his fingers a light squeeze. 

"I think," she spoke softly, "they would be proud of the way you've held this family together." She smiled slightly, "and that's coming from someone who knows firsthand what a dysfunctional family looks like." 

She let out a little laugh, but Nathan wasn't smiling with her. His eyes were studying her carefully, an unreadable expression on his face. Mira went to speak again, but his hands suddenly came up to cup her face and before she could register what was happening, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. 

The unexpected gesture made her jump slightly in surprise. Nathan was kissing her. The very idea of it seemed ridiculous. But it was happening right now and the way he was kissing her...well there was nothing ridiculous about it. It was a gentle motion at first and quite sensual, Mira thought, in comparison to Carl's forceful tongue. His lips were soft and inviting, teasing her without imposing. Nathan's hands came down to her waist and Mira found herself relaxing into him. He slowly deepened the kiss, his tongue grazing the fullness of her bottom lip. She let out a little content sigh and Nathan allowed his tongue to fully enter her mouth. He kissed her slowly and erotically, but Mira could feel his urgency through the tightening grip on her hips. She was surprised to find her own body reacting fully to his attention. She'd practically known Nathan her entire life and though he was an attractive man, she'd never thought about what it would be like to kiss him. Right now, she was thinking about what it would be like to have him on top of her, undoing her bra, slipping his fingers into her underwear... 

He pulled away from her abruptly and she stared up at him, eyes wide in surprise. 

The palms of his hands were pressed on the counter, one either side of her body and she could see his chest rising and falling. She was panting a little herself. His face was contorted in frustration. 

"I shouldn't have done that," he growled. He stormed out of the kitchen, grabbed a coat and strolled out of the front door. Mira sat breathless, completely confused and more than a little turned on. 

*** 

Dominic flipped open his laptop and brought up the security camera of the guest room. He'd had the cameras installed weeks before kidnapping the girl as an added precaution. He highly doubted she'd be able to find a way out of those handcuffs, but if she did happen to try anything he'd know about it well before she had the chance to escape. 

He watched her now as she pulled angrily against the chains above her head. Even with a scowl on her face she still looked as beautiful as ever. Her long brown hair fell messily down her bare shoulders and her cheeks were still flushed from when he'd taken her. He groaned at the memory of those gorgeous long legs wrapped around his waist as he filled her completely. There hadn't been anything virgin about her; from the moment she'd pouted her lips and let her dress slip down to her waist, she'd been a seductress. So it had taken Dominic completely by surprise when he'd forced through her tight, untried entrance and heard her cry out in pain. An eighteen year old, long legged goddess of a girl and she still had her virginity intact? Nathan Brooks must have been locking her up every night and fending off college boys with an axe. 

Dominic didn't make a habit of sleeping with virgins. When you had a vast amount of experienced women throwing themselves at you, why waste your time having to be gentle and slow with a nervous young thing? But he'd been anything but gentle with Kailee. She'd worked him up to a point where he couldn't have taken things slow if he'd tried. And, to his astonishment, she'd enjoyed every minute of it. She could deny it all she liked, but from the moment he'd entered her to the moment he'd felt his release, she'd been a pooling, writing mess. 

She'd had so much to lose and yet she'd used that in an attempt to manipulate him. She was either fearless or stupid. And the latter didn't quite seem to fit. She was unbreakable. He'd threatened her with violence and she'd mouthed off; he'd threatened her with rape and she'd tried to seduce him. Now he'd actually used her body and, aside from the pleasure he'd given her, all he'd done was fuel her fire. In all of his 27 years, he'd never come across a woman who could cause him so much fury, and yet so much pleasure at the same time. 

He studied the screen in front of him where she sat, stretched out, her body wriggling in an attempt to bury herself beneath the privacy of the bed sheets. Her smooth flat stomach contrasted beautifully to the bobbing mounds of her luscious breasts. God, he wanted her again already and it had barely been half an hour since he'd left her. He snapped the laptop shut and shook all thoughts of Kailee Brooks from his mind. She was a means to an end, nothing more. 

*** 

Kailee was relieved the next morning when the door was unbolted. She didn't want to see Dominic's face ever again, but she'd been left all night with a bladder full of scotch and it was a miracle she hadn't yet wet the bed. She'd managed to cover the majority of her bare body with the crumpled white bed covering, but there was still a lot of revealed flesh. She had never in her life felt as humiliated and infuriated as she had last night. Not only had Dominic left her chained and with his release all over her back, but he'd also left her feeling unfulfilled; something she was refusing to admit to herself. Kailee was already beating herself up enough about the careless loss of her virginity; she didn't need to add to the confusion by considering how turned on she had become at the touch of the very man she hated. 

As the door creaked open, Jakob's kind eyes met her seething ones and then moved downward slightly, taking in her exposed state. 

"Jesus!" he immediately turned away in an attempt at being gentleman-like. 

Kailee snorted, "Don't pretend to care about the state of my dignity! I need to go to the bathroom so hurry up and unchain me." Her haughty tone was worthy of her heiress title. 

Jakob slowly turned around to face her again and he approached her cautiously. He took in the tightened chains securing her wrists and his brow creased in confusion. 

"How did..." realisation registered in his features, then replaced with horror. "Dominic? Did he..." 

"Oh calm down; he didn't touch me," Kailee spoke angrily. There was no way she was going to have Jakob feel sorry for her. "He just tightened my cuffs to make sure I wouldn't escape." 

Jakob looked doubtful for a moment, but then his concern eased and he set about undoing her manacles. Her arms fell heavily to her sides and she let out a small gasp as the ache in her shoulders was relieved. It felt as though she'd been lifting weights all night and she rubbed her fingers firmly into them to try to dull the pain. 

"I'll set you up a bath," Jakob said. He was facing the back wall again and Kailee took the opportunity to wrap herself up in the sheet, hoping it was enough to hide the dried evidence on her back. 

"What?" Kailee wasn't sure she'd heard correctly. 

"A bath." Jakob repeated, sneaking a glance behind him to see if the girl was proper. "The warm water will do your muscles some good." 

Kailee was beside him now, wrapped up in the sheet like a Greek Goddess, and she gave him an accusatory glare. 

"Why should you care about the state of my muscles?" 

Jakob sighed. "I'm sorry," he said with a look of sincerity, "for the way you've been treated. Truly I am. But this is the best I can do to make your stay here a little less awful." 

Kailee wanted to tell him to fuck off, but her muscles weren't the only part of her that was feeling sore this morning. Bringing her legs together, she could feel the tenderness of her sex. She was craving a relaxing bath. 

"Okay," she muttered in a tone that wasn't entirely thankful, but not spiteful either. 

Jakob smiled at her approval. 

"Plus I'm sure we'll all appreciate you no longer smelling like a dead cat," he jested with a careful laugh. 

Kailee didn't give him the pleasure of responding. 

He took a light hold of her upper arm - pointless really, because if she wanted to escape she could quite easily knock him out - and led her through the doorway. She was certain Dominic must be hovering somewhere nearby, because why else would she be allowed to wander the halls unrestrained? Jakob guided her through the room she'd been filmed in, which was now stark aside from a few taped up boxes, and down a new hallway with depressing grey walls. Was the entire building grim and emotionless? 

A door to the left opened into a bathroom with a large square tub and Kailee was relieved to see a toilet in the corner. She gave him a look of urgency and he took the hint. 

"I'll be back for you in an hour," he said, before locking the door and leaving her to the pleasure of the bathroom. 

Kailee dropped the sheet to the floor and quickly relieved herself, not even bothering to withhold her sigh of content as the pressure on her bladder eased. She then made her way to the tub and dropped the plug in, twisted the handles and watched as the steaming water began gushing out. There was a small oval mirror on the wall adjacent to the bath and Kailee let out a gasp as she caught sight of her appearance. She moved closer to the reflection and looked into the wild green eyes before her. Her cheeks were pinker than the time she'd tried and failed to use lipstick as a blush substitute. Her usually silky hair was matted and clung desperately to her face and neck. She looked like a wild creature, fighting for survival. 

"I suppose I am just that," she whispered to herself. 

She turned off the taps and dipped a toe into the steaming water, allowing her skin to adjust to the hot temperature. Once satisfied, she brought both legs into the tub and submerged her entire body into the warmth, exhaling dramatically. The tub was spacious and catered for the full length of her body - rare for someone as tall as her. At home, Nathan had laid claim on the largest tub in the house and Kailee almost always used his bathroom when she wanted a good soak; her own tub was inferior in size. 

She spotted two bottles of shampoo and conditioner perched on the edge of the tub and almost cried with happiness. It was a men's brand, but she couldn't care less. Letting her head fall back, she dampened her hair and then began lathering the shampoo into her long locks. The suds turned the water a creamy colour and she turned the tap back on to rinse the soap out with fresh water. She then massaged a good dose of conditioner in, repeating the rinsing process and smiling at the soft feel of her now clean hair. Her fingers collected a bar of soap next to the two bottles and she brought it to her nose, inhaling the scent. Wild Oak. It smelled like Dominic. She frowned at the thought of having his scent on her skin, but she ran it across the length of her arm anyway. It left a glistening trail along her skin and she drizzled a handful of water over herself to remove the suds. The warm scented water felt delicious as she trickled it over her shoulders and down her back. She brought the bar across her torso, running it softly along her breasts and she sighed, fully relaxed. Her nipples grew firm at the attention she gave them and she found her soaped hand trailing slowly down her stomach and towards her groin. When her fingers brushed against her sex, she let out a little gasp. She remembered the way Dominic had run his fingers across her and the bolts of pleasure it had sent through her. She thought about the way he had fingered her and tried to mimic the motion now with her own digits. 

She let her head sink slightly back into the water, her ears fully submerged and her long hair fanning out around her face. Her eyes fell closed as her fingers continued to move in little circles. It felt good, but she couldn't quite bring herself the level of pleasure he had caused. She widened her legs slightly, and concentrated, trying hard to imagine a male figure above her. 

Her eyes fluttered open and, to her utter horror, there was a male figure above her. Messy dark hair fell across his forehead and his captivating grey eyes were watching her with great amusement. 

Kailee squealed and sat upright so quickly that a wave of water sloshed over the side, drenching the bottoms of Dominic's slacks. 

"What are you doing here?" she cried, trying desperately to conceal her body with the palms of her hands, "Get OUT!" 

"I came for a shower," he said, his eyes roaming freely over the curves of her body, "But what a pleasant surprise this is," the edges of his mouth curled up in delight and Kailee glared up at him. 

"Tell me," he said, peeling off his singlet and revealing the array of abdominal muscles that made Kailee's knees weak, "what were you thinking about?" 

Kailee's mouth dropped open slightly at his nerve, but she knew better than to leave his questions unanswered. 

"My ex-boyfriend," she said quickly, determined not to let him know her true thoughts. 

"Really?" Dominic sounded unconvinced. 

"Yeah," Kailee continued, "he was amazing with his fingers." 

"Hmm," Dominic mused, untying the drawstring of his slacks, "is that right?" 

He slid his track pants down his muscled legs and his half erect penis bobbed out, mere inches from Kailee's face. She hadn't had the chance to see the full length of him last night and, now that it was staring her in the eyes, she couldn't help but look at it in amazement. It was long and thick with a glistening end and Kailee wondered how on earth it could have possibly fit inside of her. 

Her expression obviously hadn't been well hidden, as Dominic let out a soft chuckle and she quickly averted her gaze. He started entering the tub and Kailee stood quickly, making a run for the door. To her dismay, it had been deadlocked. She eyed the pile of clothes lying on the floor, certain the key must be in one of Dominic's pockets. 

"I'd have you pinned to the ground before you could slide it into the lock," he said casually and she knew he was right. There was no running from him today. She stood in front of the door, dripping all over the tiled floor. Her hair was sopping and it clung to the sides of her face. Dominic sank fully into the tub and ran his dangerous eyes over her exposed body. 

"Get back in the tub," he commanded. 

She shook her head stubbornly and he smiled, obviously expecting her refusal. His smile was nice when he was genuine, she noticed; it made his face seem younger and handsome in a charming, boyish sort of way. As quickly as it had appeared, though, it was gone and replaced with his signature threatening glare. 




Ransom Ch. 04



"You can get in the tub willingly or I can drag you into the tub by your hair." 

Kailee raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him, but knew she wouldn't do well to push her limits. She knew when to pick her fights and, standing naked in a bathroom with no way of escape, now was not the time for aggression. Pursing her lips to keep in the profanities she so badly wanted to let out, she stepped reluctantly back into the soapy water. She sat as far away from him as was possible in a one-man bath tub and carefully kept her hands over her body to conceal as much as she could. There were too many sets of long limbs to squeeze into the allowed space, so Kailee sat in a ball, her knees up to her chest and her arms wrapped protectively around herself. 

Dominic's grey eyes were mischievous as he beckoned her closer with a curl of his forefinger. She ignored the gesture and looked away from him. 

"Don't make me ask twice, girl." he warned, but his voice was more playful than stern. 

Kailee exhaled irritably and moved begrudgingly to the other side of the tub, scowling at the man awaiting her. When she was close enough, he grabbed her firmly by the waist and lifted her onto his lap, her back facing him. She could feel the hard length of him underneath her and she shuddered involuntarily. 

"I'm going to kill you when I get the chance," she said in a deadly whisper. 

He brushed her wet hair behind her ear. "You can try." 

Dominic drew one of her legs up so it was bent at the knee and began trailing the bar of soap up the inside of her thigh. The simple motion caused a wave of heat to flow through her and she tried to shrug it off, desperate not to succumb to his touch again. As he mimicked the movement with her other leg, her entire body hummed in response. She was still turned on from her own exploring fingers and now his touch was adding to her arousal. His erection was firm against her backside and her mind flickered back to how the length of him had felt thrusting deep inside her wet entrance the night before. She thought about how he had held her body tightly against him and buried himself between her legs over and over until she'd nearly collapsed from the pleasure. She found herself dampening even more at the memory. Dominic's hand suddenly drifted between her legs and she let out a tiny moan, inadvertently grinding herself against him. He laughed softly into her ear. 

"You still want to kill me, sweetheart?" 

Kailee turned her head away from him with a scowl, but when his fingers brushed against her clitoris, she sucked in a tight breath. 

His forefinger ran long sensual strokes through her folds, hovering over her sensitive spot each time before moving further down again to almost brush against her back entrance. She didn't realise until the fourth time he did this that her fingernails were digging into his large thigh muscles. Her breathing had heightened and her head was rested back on his shoulder, eyes closed as he softly strummed her. Her orgasm was fast approaching and she waited in anticipation to see where his fingers would move to next. To her dismay, his hands stopped completely. 

"Tell me what you want," he spoke gruffly in her ear. 

"What?" she turned her head dazedly over her shoulder to meet his dark eyes. 

"You heard me," he said, "Tell me you want to come." 

Kailee glowered up at him, "No!" 

His finger brushed against her again and she let out a desperate moan. 

"I know you want it...all you have to do it ask." 

His fingers circled her a few more times before stopping again and making Kailee cry out in frustration. She gritted her teeth stubbornly. 

"I don't want anything from you," she spat. 

She watched as his eyes quickly changed from playful to angry. 

"Fine!" he growled and he lifted her off his lap and deposited her roughly back into the water, causing her to let out a surprised, "Oh!" 

He moved to sit on the edge of the tub, allowing Kailee a second look at his enormous erection. 

"If you don't want to come, you can focus your attentions on me." 

He pulled her forward by her wrist and she threw him a disgusted look. 

"Oh don't act coy; you might have been a virgin, but I'm sure you've had plenty of experience using your hands." 

Kailee's blood boiled at his words. She reached out angrily and grabbed a firm hold onto the base of Dominic's length. He jumped slightly at the bold move. 

"What's the matter?" Kailee smiled devilishly, "worried I might break it?" 

Dominic looked down at her with amused eyes. 

"I think you know better than to try anything stupid," he said, "But if not," he placed his hand over hers and guided it down the length of him, "I'll greatly enjoy punishing you again." 

He groaned as Kailee continued to slide her hand up and down his shaft without further guidance. When she reached the base again, she brought her other hand to her mouth and Dominic watched in surprise as she spat a large amount of saliva into her hand. She did it modestly, but she was certain is still looked dirty and erotic. She brought her moist hand to his anxiously awaiting cock and slid easily around him with the natural lubricant. Her hand twisted expertly and her thumb rubbed softly over the tip, collecting any precum and adding it to the lubrication. 

Most men she'd touched like this would close their eyes, lean back and enjoy the sensations. But Dominic kept his gaze on her as she worked, his eyes glazed with lust. Every few strokes she'd hear a subtle growl as he exhaled and she took this as a sound of approval. She mixed up her technique, using her thumb and forefinger to create a tight ring around him and increased her pace. This time he did growl and his hand dipped into the water, tracing her hip bone longingly. 

"God, I need to fuck you..." 

His touch drove her wild, but there was no way she was going to let him take her again. She had two more nights left here and she planned on staying untouched for both of them. She'd been a virgin for nearly nineteen years; and three of those years had been spent finding ways to satisfy men without letting them into her pants. 

Kailee removed her sliding hand and quickly leaned in, replacing it with the heat of her mouth. Dominic practically yelled out in surprise and then groaned as her tongue flicked over the tip of him. 

"Fuck...Kailee..." 

She wouldn't let him have the chance to fuck her today. He was the largest she'd had, but she focused her attentions on the tip of him rather than the length. She licked and sucked the head as her other hand glided up his shaft, distributing the moisture from her mouth across his cock. She kept everything moving fast, building him up with her lips and tongue. He struggled in an attempt to lodge himself out of Kailee's tight lips, but her technique was flawless. In less than thirty seconds, he cried out and she felt the hot salty liquid filling her mouth. Dominic leaned back on his elbows and closed his eyes as she sucked him dry. When he opened them again, he was looking at her with what seemed to be fascination, and just the slightest hint of annoyance. 

"Smart girl," he said gruffly. He exhaled and let himself sink slowly back into the water. "With blow jobs like that," he smiled, "it's no wonder you've been able to remain a virgin for so long." 

At that very moment, the door unlocked with a light click and a knock sounded on the door. 

"Um...are you all done, Miss Brooks?" Jakob called out uneasily. 

Kailee didn't reply. She stood and gracefully stepped out of the tub, wrapping a towel around herself. Dominic was looking up at her lustfully and she took a step towards him, her posture emanating pride. She smiled down at him wickedly, then leaned over and spat the creamy contents of her mouth into the water. 

"Enjoy your bath." 

She flicked her damp hair over her shoulder and sauntered out the door. 

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Ransom Ch. 05



Hello again readers!! I know I'm a dreadful person and you all likely hate me for taking so long for this update. Outback Australia is a difficult place to continue writing a series...but I'm home now! I'll be juggling work and somewhat of a social life so I can't promise you speedy updates, however I can ensure you that I will definitely continue both of my stories until they are complete so please be patient while I write whenever I can. Hope you enjoy this one. As always, comments are much appreciated. Thank you to all the lovely readers who sent through their messages of encouragement, plus the ones who told me to get a bloody move on ;) they've all come through to me now so I apologise again for the delay! 

-AmandaSarah xo 

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"I'll take it." 

Paul stood confidently at the door of Nathan's study. He had a black leather briefcase in his hand, which held ten million dollars cash. 

"No, don't be ridiculous. I'll take the money." Nathan sat in his chair, dark rings surrounding his heavy eyes and his shoulders hunched over from a mixture of exhaustion and worry. 

"Nathan, you have over twenty messages on your answering machine from clients and two deals that were supposed to be finalised yesterday." 

"Business can wait until Kailee is safe," Nathan rubbed his eyes wearily. 

"Your staff members are going to get suspicious - you've barely taken a sick day in the last four years and even then, you still work from home." 

"I don't care." 

"Nath, just let me take the money - I can do this..." 

"I said I'll take it," Nathan said icily. 

"When are you going to start trusting me?" Paul hissed angrily. 

Nathan's eyes widened in surprise. "What?" 

"You heard me." Paul took a few steps forward. "Ever since the accident you've never given me any responsibility, Nath. Not once have you let me have any control over the business." 

Nathan shook his head blankly. "Dad left me in charge of the business...I didn't think you were interested..." 

"You never asked. You treat Kailee and me like we're still kids." 

Nathan looked shocked at his comment. "I'm just looking after you both. Just like Mum and Dad wanted..." 

"That was four years ago, Nath. Sure, Kailee probably needed some guidance when she was younger. Hell, I probably did too. We're adults now; it's not your responsibility to watch over us anymore." 

Nathan remained silent, taking in his brother's words carefully. He hadn't realised Paul was interested in managing the business; but then he had never really taken the time to learn what careers his siblings were interested in. Paul was right; he still saw them as children. 

"Let me take the money," Paul said softly, "it doesn't matter which one of us drops it there, just as long as it gets done they'll release her." 

Nathan considered the option for a few minutes, and then sighed deeply. 

"You promise you won't try anything?" 

Paul nodded eagerly. "I won't do a thing. Not until Kailee's safe back home. I swear it." 

*** 

"So what do you do when you're not kidnapping rich women?" 

Perhaps it was the triumph she'd felt in the tub earlier that morning, or maybe she'd just decided to give Jakob a second chance, but Kailee was feeling rather chatty once she'd returned to her room. 

Jakob looked surprised by her query at first, but the thrill of having her speak to him must have taken over, because he grinned and answered her enthusiastically. 

"Oh you know; the usual. Thieving, pillaging, plotting for world domination." 

His eyes twinkled as he sat casually on the bed beside her. Kailee was wrapped snugly in a fluffy white bath robe, her hair still damp down her back. She couldn't help but smile at his words. 

"No, really," she cocked her head to one side, "I'm curious." 

"Hmm," Jakob's forehead creased slightly as he thought, "Well, I used to play squash quite regularly." 

"Huh," Kailee looked at him in surprise, "I never would have pegged you for a squash man." 

"You play?" his soft eyes lit up in excitement. 

"Since I was eleven. A body like this doesn't come naturally, you know." she winked at him and caught a nervous smile on the edge of his lips. Too easy. "It's a shame you don't have a court here; it would have been a much more enjoyable way to pass the time." 

"Oh I fear it would be an embarrassing game for me, Miss Brooks. I'm completely out of practice." 

She bumped her shoulder against his teasingly, "I'm sure you're just being modest, Jake...I think you could take me." 

His face flushed slightly at her flirtation and he shook his head in disagreement. 

"So what's for breakfast, anyway? I'm starving." Kailee clutched her stomach dramatically and pouted for effect. 

"Well, ah, actually..." Jakob bit his lip uncomfortably. "Dominic has requested you have breakfast with him." 

Kailee stood abruptly and glared down at Jakob who was now avoiding eye contact. What a way to ruin her mood. 

"We both know Dominic never asks for anything," she growled. "Let me guess; either I be a good girl and come along nicely...or he'll drag me there kicking and screaming?" 

"Ah, you'll have to excuse him - he's got a long history of getting what he wants." 

"You mean taking what he wants," Kailee grumbled. 

Jakob sighed and leaned back on his elbows. "You know he's not a completely terrible person once you get to know him. Something about you seems to bring out the worst in him." 

"Ha! Maybe it's because I don't let him walk all over me like the rest of you do! Thankfully I won't be here long enough to get to know him any more than I already have," Kailee huffed. 

She was pacing the room back and forth trying not to let herself implode from the anxiety that was fast growing within her. She'd managed to escape the man once this morning, but she didn't know if she was cunning enough to slip out of his grasp a second time. 

"You know, Jake, you seem like a nice guy. I don't understand how you got here; working for an asshole like Dominic." For once, she was speaking honestly. It just didn't seem to add up that the kind man in front of her was wrapped up in this mess. 

Jakob sat in silence for a moment, deep in thought. "Sit down; I want to tell you a story." 

Kailee gave him a strange look. "What kind of story?" 

"Just sit," he said firmly, "if you're lucky it might even delay your breakfast." 

At that remark, Kailee took her seat immediately. "Once upon a time?" she raised her eyebrows questioningly. 

Jakob chuckled and moved to a cross-legged position on the bed. 

"Yeah, all right then. Once upon a time there was a Russian couple desperate to escape their home country. The husband had found himself on the wrong side of some bad people; so he fled with his wife and their six year old son. They didn't really know where they were fleeing to at first and it took them months to secure a safe crossing, but they wound up a few hundred kilometres away from your fancy little suburb, believe it or not." 

Kailee rolled her eyes, but nodded for him to continue. 

"They turned over a new leaf there; the man was a skilled bookkeeper and managed to find work for one of the wealthiest households in the city. His wife was intelligent, but she struggled to find work because of her poor English skills, so she looked after the house and their son while learning the language. 

"It took only seven months for their dark past to catch up to them. The boy slept in the bedroom closest to the front door of their house and he woke as soon as he heard the lock break. He slipped under his bed as heavy footsteps made their way to his parents' bedroom. He waited there in the dark for what felt like hours, until he saw the feet hurriedly pass his doorway again and out the front door. Only then did he crawl out from under the bed and run to his parents. He found them in their bed, eyes closed peacefully; their throats had been slit in their sleep. 

"The boy was young, afraid and alone. He took a loaf of bread from the kitchen and the cash from his father's wallet and he ran as fast and as far as his legs could take him. It was just as well, too, because the men returned and burned the house to the ground." 

"Where did he go?" Kailee whispered. 

"Well he was barely seven years old, only spoke a few phrases of English and knew no one. He stumbled upon a wealthy area of town and lived on the streets, stealing whatever he could. He kept in the shadows constantly, worried the same people who murdered his parents would come for him. He trusted no one." 

The room was heavy with silence. 

"And then?" Kailee urged. 

Jakob shrugged nonchalantly. "It's not my place to tell you the rest of the story, I'm afraid." 

Kailee frowned. She hated cliff hangers and aside from that, Jakob still hadn't explained to her how he'd become associated with Dominic. 

"So you think you can make me respect Dominic's decision because of a sad story?" Kailee spoke softly but her eyes were narrowed slightly. "It doesn't excuse what he's doing to me. What you're both doing." 

"Maybe not," Jakob nodded. "But I just thought you should know that he's a man who was born into a violent world. It takes him a long time to see the good in people; he always assumes the worst. But when it comes to family, to his closest friends - he'll do just about anything." 

"Yeah and meanwhile, the rest of us get screwed over." Kailee brushed her fingertips through her hair, which had dried soft and wavy. "I think it's completely dishonourable that after all that happened to him, he pursued a life of crime. He should have worked his way up to become a man his parents would be proud of." 

Jakob's eyes glinted knowingly, "Maybe he did." 

Kailee gave him a confused look, but before she could ask what he meant, Jakob stood and collected something from under the bed. 

"I've got something that might cheer you up." He held out a shopping bag with a designer label written on the side. New clothes. If ever there was a mood lifter, this was it. 

Kailee took it from him, but masked her excitement from him. She carefully pulled out the items: three sets of lace underwear and silk pyjamas from Victoria's Secret, a pair of strappy sandals and a gorgeous white summer dress with dark blue flowers along the bottom hem. They were all designer brands and, by the looks of it, latest season items. 

"However did you get such good taste in fashion, Jake?" she raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously. 

"We might be criminals, but we still have style," he grinned at her then slipped out of the room so she could change. 

Kailee let the bathrobe slip from her shoulders and slowly slid into the lace underwear. She had a similar pair at home, but these were a deep blood red colour rather than the plain white that she owned. The matching bra was a perfect fit and conveniently had removable straps so she could wear the dress without straps showing. She did the clasp at her back and was surprised at how beautifully it fit her breasts, pushing them up ever so slightly, the soft lace feeling luxurious against her skin. She collected the white dress from the bed and pulled it gracefully over her head. The material was silky and fell in drapes at her mid-thigh. It was classier than her usual choice of dress. She often went for either a low back or a daring front, but this had neither. It had a sweetheart neckline and a zipped back, but it sat snugly against her figure and the white contrasted nicely against her tanned skin. Lastly, she slipped on the shoes - they were a size too big, but she barely noticed once she'd tightened the straps. She silently wished she had a mirror so she could check her reflection and perhaps even fix her hair, but then chastised herself for wanting to look good for her captors. If anything, she should want to look her worst. 

When Jakob opened the door, his eyes widened and trailed her from head to toe. It turned out she didn't need a mirror after all; if Jakob's goofy smile was anything to go by, she looked fabulous. 

He led her down the bland hallways to a new door she hadn't yet come across. Her stomach dropped at the thought of seeing Dominic again. She wasn't sure how long she could keep him away from her. At the same time, though, she also felt an odd anticipation that she couldn't seem to dull. 

As the door opened, a blast of sunlight fell upon them and Kailee scrunched her eyes closed so she wasn't blinded. It seemed like weeks since she'd seen daylight and she struggled to open her eyes to more than a squint. She couldn't even see who reached out and grabbed her hand, but by the size of the palm and the strength of the grip, she knew it could only be one person. 

"You look stunning," Dominic's voice held a hint of desire and she blinked up to meet his eyes. They were black with a raw hunger and her stomach swirled in fear. 

"The moment I saw that dress on the rack, I knew it would look perfect on you." 

Kailee threw an irritated glance back at Jakob who shrugged innocently before ducking back inside. 

"Had I known you were the one who chose it, I would have worn the pyjamas instead," Kailee said moodily, pulling her hand out of his grasp. 

"And if I'd known you were going to be so spiteful, I wouldn't have bought you any clothes at all," Dominic retorted, bringing his hand to her lower back. She quickly moved away, breaking the contact. 

"Well maybe if you stopped buying so many designer clothes you wouldn't have the need to ransom off women." 

"Now where would be the fun in that?" Dominic winked at her and her stomach did a little somersault. This playful side to him was something new and she couldn't help thinking what he'd looked like as a child. What an awful childhood it must have been. She'd lost so much herself; but to have everything torn away at such a young age - she couldn't imagine it. She quickly brushed the thought from her mind as his hand again found her back, turning her towards a table set for two under the shade of a large umbrella. There was a pot of tea, finger sandwiches, fruit and a plate of scones. Kailee couldn't help but laugh out loud at the ridiculousness of it all. 

"You know," she said as Dominic took his seat, "it's usually customary to take a girl on a date before you take her to bed." 

"Sit!" Dominic growled impatiently and Kailee took her seat reluctantly. "This isn't a date. In fact, you can thank Jakob for this little excursion - he's the one who said you could do with some fresh air." 

Kailee made a mental note to thank Jakob for the suggestion later. 

"And here I was thinking you had a romantic side to you," she said snidely. 

"Well if it means I'm entitled to bed you afterwards, why not?" he smiled to himself and began pouring a cup of tea. "Now are you planning on eating anytime soon or do I need to find another way of shutting you up?" he raised an amused eyebrow at her and then chuckled as Kailee quickly began piling fruit onto her plate. 

She bit into a portion of apple and sighed as the sweet juices filled her mouth. Dominic sat quietly, sipping at his tea and watching her devour the fruit. She didn't realise how quickly she was eating until she found herself refilling her empty plate. She took a moment to look around at the backyard as she ate. It was mainly red dirt and patchy grass, but an old shed to the left caught her eye or, more specifically, the shiny green motorbike parked up next to it. 

"That your bike?" she asked casually, not moving her eyes from the vehicle. It wasn't quite close enough for her to make out the number plate. 

"Why? Do you fancy a ride?" Kailee turned back to meet Dominic's intense stare. 

"With you? No thanks." She focused on the bunch of fresh grapes on her plate, not wanting him to notice how flustered his gaze was making her. 

"I don't need your consent." The playfulness had disappeared from his tone and she knew his patience was wearing thin. "Come here." 

"I'm not done with my food." Her tone was just as cold as his. 

"Come. Here." 

She'd had enough of his demands and there was no way she was letting him touch her again. She gave him an icy stare. "No." 

His jaw tightened. "You're still mine for two more nights!" he barked. 

Kailee fumed inwardly. She flung the grape she was about to eat straight at the infuriating man sitting across from her. It soared across the table and bounced off his forehead before rolling onto the floor. 

Dominic's expression changed from one of fury to complete disbelief. Kailee herself was even shocked by her reaction. They stared at each other in silence for a moment and she knew Dominic's mind was ticking over, considering how to react to the immature act. He stood slowly and she bit her lip anxiously as he approached her. She kept her head down and he towered over her. 

"Did you just throw a grape at me?" 

Kailee mustered all the courage she could find and lifted her chin arrogantly. 

"I don't belong to anyone," she said through gritted teeth. 

She couldn't read his expression, but based on his clenching hands, he was not a happy man. 

"Stand up," he ordered. 

She slowly pushed her chair back and stood begrudgingly, her heart pounding through her chest. She turned to face him with her back against the table. 

Before she had a chance to speak, Dominic's hands were around her waist and he hoisted her effortlessly onto the table, loudly shoving the plates and cutlery out of the way. Kailee fearfully sucked in a sharp breath, bracing herself for punishment. 

Instead, Dominic's hands came softly onto her knees, stilling them from the shaking she hadn't even noticed they were doing. 

"Now, listen carefully," he lifted her chin upward with his index finger. "You might not belong to me, but make no mistake, until your ransom is paid, you are mine." One hand began caressing her inner thigh and a small shudder ran through her body. "And when you're safe and sound back home sitting in your warm bed all alone, you'll wish you were still mine." 

Kailee opened her mouth to protest, but his hand came to the back of her head and he pressed his lips forcefully against hers. Her thoughts were lost as he devoured her mouth. His stubble grazed the skin on her cheeks and chin and his tongue tangled intimately with hers. He was an incredible kisser and she found herself squeezing her legs together in an attempt to control the growing heat evident there. As if he could read her mind, Dominic's knee suddenly came between her thighs and wedged them apart easily. His fingers slipped playfully beneath the band of her underwear, making her moan deep into his mouth. He dipped one finger into her folds, sliding it gently through her growing wetness. 

"Tell me you don't want this," he whispered hotly in her ear. 

But she struggled to find the words as he trailed her panties down her long legs and deposited them on the floor. She wasn't sure what she wanted anymore. 

Kailee looked up at the dark eyes above her and saw a craving in them that matched her own desire. The sound of his zip brought her eyes to focus on his jeans which were now below his waist. His gorged erection bounced free from its restraints. 

Aside from her growing arousal, she had a fleeting moment of panic. She made a desperate attempt to retreat, shuffling backwards on the table, but Dominic quickly caught hold of her ankles and slid her back towards him, spreading her legs and positioning himself between them. He guided his length past her bunched skirt and to her entrance, placing just enough pressure to tease her without fully entering. His rough thumb found her damp core and she cried out, letting herself fall back onto the table with her legs dangling freely over the edge. Taking a firm grasp onto her hips, Dominic slipped himself gradually into her, and then pulled out at an excruciatingly slow pace. She shivered at the sensation. 




Ransom Ch. 05



"You are perfection," he whispered softly. And then his hands came under her knees, lifting them slightly before thrusting forcefully into her. 

Kailee covered her mouth with her palm and screamed into it. 

His movements came fast and hard and she clutched the tablecloth with her free hand as she felt her insides almost explode. She could feel her own dampness dripping down her thighs as he pounded into her. The dishes on the table rattled and a few plates shattered on the floor around them. Kailee barely noticed as her stomach clenched and warmed at the climax Dominic was building inside her. His grip on her hips was so tight it was as if he was holding on for dear life. 

"Dominic...please," Kailee's voice was so small and desperate. She looked up at him with pleading eyes. 

His lips inclined into a smug smile and she felt his fingertips press onto her core as he continued to drive into her. He stroked and rubbed her expertly until she couldn't take the building pressure any longer. Her hips lifted high off the table as she came hard, clenching her eyes tightly. Dominic continued thrusting into her and her legs turned to jelly as her orgasm pulsed through her. 

He reached out, took hold of her wrists and pulled her limp body back to a seating position. She was pressed tightly against his chest and found his eyes staring intensely into hers as he fucked her. He gave one last deep thrust and then his forehead creased as he found his own release. He groaned raggedly and Kailee felt his load filling her. She tried to pull away, but he held her firmly against him. His warm seed overflowed and trickled down her backside. He continued to hold her against him as their breathing shallowed and his cock pulsed as it softened inside her. Kailee felt tears prickle at her eyes. It felt too intimate, too emotional being intertwined like this. Dominic brushed her hair back from her face and brought his lips to her ear once more. 

"In two day's time, you're not going to want to leave me." 

*** 

His words repeated in her mind over and over again as she finished her breakfast alone. He was right. He was making her feel things she'd never felt before. She'd already lost control of her body and now her mind was starting to go, too. She'd given herself to Dominic completely, begged him and let him take over. Who knew what she'd be like in two day's time. 

She blinked back tears as Jakob led her back down the hallway and towards her room. 

"Are you all right, Miss?" Jakob's concern was clear in his tone. "Did Dominic say something awful over breakfast?" 

Kailee almost laughed out loud. When was the man anything but awful? And yet she couldn't seem to get enough of him. She couldn't stay here a moment longer. Pausing, she turned back to face Jakob. His forehead was creased with worry and he waited for her to speak. 

"I'm okay," she said softly, "I'm just missing home is all." 

His face filled with genuine sympathy. God, the man was so responsive to her he'd likely drive her home if she asked him to. 

"Hey, it's okay," he placed a comforting arm around her, and then tensed slightly in surprise as she leaned into him. He paused for a moment, adjusting to the feel of her so close to him, then relaxed. "Your brothers will pay the ransom soon, I'm sure of it. You'll be home before you know it." 

"Thanks Jake," Kailee sniffed slightly, her head resting on his shoulder, "I don't know how I would have managed the last few days here without you." 

She gave him her sincerest expression and he smiled softly back at her. She was laying it on thick now and Jakob was ever the sucker for it. His concerned blue eyes were watching her intently and she held his gaze carefully. They were both silent for a few minutes and then, ever so slowly, she moved her face closer to his. 

She saw Jakob's eyes register the motion. "Kailee?" he whispered with astonishment. 

Her eyes fluttered closed and she brushed her lips softly against his. It startled him and she almost thought he was going to pull away. Instead, she felt him relax and he started kissing her back gently. 

It was a vast contrast to Dominic's forceful affection. Jakob was a nice kisser. If there'd been any chemistry on her behalf, she might have enjoyed the sensation. His lips were placid and courteous, allowing her to take control. His mouth opened ever so slightly and she teasingly swept her tongue across his bottom lip, eliciting a desperate groan from him. 

The gesture lasted little more than ten seconds, but Kailee was certain the kiss would be seared in Jakob's memory for a much longer time. During those ten seconds, she'd managed to manoeuvre her positioning slightly and she now used her upper body to slam Jakob's body into the wall. It was so quick, she barely even registered the look of surprise on his face. His head swung back and knocked sharply against the brick wall and he was down like a sack of potatoes. 

"Sorry, Jake," Kailee whispered to the unconscious body. There was no doubt in her mind that he was going to wake up with one hell of a headache. 

Checking the hallways were clear, she hurriedly started patting down Jakob's body and searching pockets for anything useful. A bundle of keys jingled inside his breast pocket and Kailee quickly dug them out. There were at least twenty keys on the ring, but she bunched them in her palm and prayed one of them would be of use. 

She was sure one of the doorways led to Dominic's room so she avoided the hallway doors at all costs. Instead, she fled to the back entrance where she'd had lunch with Dominic. Of course, the door was now locked. 

Examining the metal in her hands, she concluded that three keys were too big. She tried a smaller one. No luck. A distant crashing sound made her jump and the keys slipped from her hand and onto the ground. Cursing, she crouched down and quickly collected them. She glanced anxiously down the hallway. It was empty. 

She fingered the keychain, trying to remember which keys she'd already tried. 

"Fuck!" she hissed, urging herself to calm. 

One key slid into the lock, but it wouldn't turn. She gave the door a shake but it wouldn't budge. She continued on the rotation. 

Somewhere in the house a door slammed loudly. Kailee's hands began to shake. 

"Come on!" she breathed as another two keys failed. 

"Kailee!" Dominic's voice roared down the hallway. There was no playfulness to his tone. This was pure, undiluted anger. She could hear his footsteps fast approaching as she placed another key into the lock and...it turned. The lock released and the door pushed open. She stepped out into the sunlight and fresh air and sprinted as fast as her legs could take her. 

*** 

Dominic watched from his monitor as Jakob walked the goddess of a girl back to her room. Fuck, she was perfect. He'd been speechless that morning in the bath when she'd given him the mother of all blow jobs. Not even high-rate escorts sucked cock as expertly as she did. Seeing her pouty lips wrapped tightly around his length had left him mesmerised. He'd wanted to pin her down and fuck her until she screamed his name. Of course, she'd slipped away too quickly and thought she'd gotten away from that until his little breakfast arrangement. She was like a warm summer breeze in that white dress; her wavy chestnut hair falling softly down her back. He wasn't going to be able to let her go. 

He watched his screen as Kailee turned sadly towards Jakob. Something was wrong. Her lips were moving and she looked like she was about to cry. 

Dominic's eyes narrowed. There was something deceiving behind those pretty green eyes. He'd seen it the night she'd tried to seduce him. She was bluffing. 

Jakob placed an arm around Kailee's shoulder and Dominic's jaw tightened. He'd known Jake had a soft spot for the girl, but it was worse than he'd thought. He could see the adoration on his friend's face and Kailee was now leaning in to him, taking full advantage of the man. 

A fleeting thought crossed his mind; maybe she wasn't taking advantage... He had, after all, forced her into submission. Perhaps she'd had feelings for Jakob all along. 

At that moment, Kailee leaned in and kissed Jakob intimately on the lips. Dominic slammed the laptop shut with a growl. 

His chest heaved as he paced the room angrily. Of course she was interested in Jakob; the man brought her tea for Christ's sake. Meanwhile, he'd abused her and used her body against her; what could she possibly want with him? 

CRASH! 

Dominic tossed his whiskey glass at the wall and it shattered into a hundred pieces. She was his, damn it! Even if he didn't deserve her, he would have her. He stood and took a deep breath, regaining his composure. He smoothed his hair back and opened his study door. If she thought she didn't want him, he would simply convince her that she did. He slammed the door forcefully on his way out. 

Taking several long strides down the hallway, he didn't even notice Jakob lying on the ground until he nearly tripped over him. 

"Unnngh..." Jakob groaned painfully. 

"Jakob!" Dominic crouched down next to his dazed friend. "What happened? Where's the girl?" 

"She...she tricked me..." Jakob struggled to find words, "So sorry...she ran..." 

Dominic bolted in the direction of the back door. 

"Kailee!" he roared. He wasn't worried. There was no way she'd be able to make it anywhere on foot. She'd manipulated his friend, knocked him out and then made a run for it. He was furious. 

The back door was ajar with Jakob's set of keys hanging from the lock. Clever girl. 

Dominic pushed his way through the doorway and out into the open air. He caught a flash of her white dress in his peripheral vision as she ducked into the tool shed. He laughed under his breath. 

"There's nowhere to run, sweetheart," he called out in a singsong voice. "Come out now and I'll be lenient on you." It was a tiny lie. He planned on fucking her senseless until she passed out from the pleasure. Let her dare try to run away from him again. 

He entered the shed casually, a cocky smile on his face. He wasn't expecting to walk face first into the barrel of a handgun. 

Kailee was puffing hard after her frantic sprint and her hands were shaky on the gun. 

"The keys to your bike," she blurted and he caught the slight tremor in her voice. 

He smiled confidently at her, despite his surprise. How the fuck had she found that gun? 

"Game's over, gorgeous. Put the gun down." 

"Where are they?!" she screamed, taking a threatening step forward. Her stormy eyes were more livid than he'd ever seen them before. If the situation were different, the intensity in her features would have turned him on beyond reason. 

"Come now, you're not going to shoot me. We both know you haven't got it in you." He shouldn't have gone for patronising, but he couldn't help but fuel the fire within her. And boy did it burn hot. 

Kailee's eyes narrowed as she cocked the gun like a pro. This girl was just full of juicy surprises. 

"Really?" she tilted her head to one side, "is that my poker face you're going by? Do you see any bluffs in these eyes, Dominic?" She took another step closer to emphasise her dangerousness. "Give. Me. The. Keys." 

She was only an arm's reach away from him now. He could smell his shampoo on her windswept hair. He wanted to grab a fistful of it and run his tongue along the length of her neck. The weapon in his face deterred him. 

Dominic reached into his back pocket and withdrew a set of keys. Twisting the key to his bike off the chain, he held his hand out invitingly, his eyes never leaving hers. 

"You know I'll come after you," he promised in an icy tone. 

Her fingers snatched the key from his palm and she backed slowly out of the shed, the gun never leaving his direction. Her foot caught slightly on an uneven brick and in the moment she steadied herself he was upon her like lightning. 

The gun hit the floor heavily and the pair of them tumbled to the ground. He used his bodyweight to hold her down, but her limbs were tiny and she managed to squirm an arm out from under him. Her fist met his chin with an unnatural force for such a young lady and he staggered back in pain. 

"Ugh!" he was disoriented from the blow and as he pulled himself back up, Kailee was holding the gun back towards him. 

"Stay back!" she cried desperately, her bottom lip trembling. 

Dominic stepped towards her, arms raised to try to reason with her, but a loud bang and a piercing pain in his shoulder stopped him. He cried out and dropped to the ground. He touched his right shoulder and winced. He looked down at his fingers to find them covered in blood. She fucking shot him! 

Kailee was mounting the bike now and the engine started with a roar. Staggering to his feet, a cupped hand on his shoulder, Dominic started towards her, but the bike was already headed to the road and the pain in his shoulder was unbearable. 

"Dominic!" Jakob was leaning against the frame of the back door. He looked hazy, but he was okay. 

"Jake! Get the car - she's getting away!" 

"Dom, stop, it's okay!" Jake had his mobile against his ear and was listening intently to someone on the other line. 

"Jakob, get the damn car!" Dominic watched Kailee disappear around the corner and he staggered towards the house desperately. 

"Dom, it's all right - the money's come through!" 

"She's gone Jake...she's fucking gone!" 

"It doesn't matter. I've got Alan on the line - he says the money's been dropped. We have the ten mill. It's okay!" 

Dominic didn't register a word of what Jakob was saying. "She's gone." 

*** 

A soft knock on his study door woke Nathan abruptly. He'd been finishing off a stack of paperwork and must have dozed off without realising 

Mira stood in the doorway. She was dressed in a high waisted skirt and a white silk singlet, her hair tied loosely into a braid. Nathan would never stop being amazed by her effortless grace. 

"What are you still doing here?" his tone came out with more irritation than he'd planned. The truth was, he was still chastising himself for kissing her the previous day and he wasn't ready to discuss what had happened. "Your parents will get suspicious if you spend too much time here." 

Her brow creased in confusion. "They'd be more suspicious if I wasn't here; you know that." 

She approached him hesitantly and he noticed she was fiddling with her hands nervously. 

"Well you should go get some fresh air; it can't be doing you any good being cooped up in this house constantly." 

"Why do I get the impression you don't want me here?" 

He left her question unanswered and began ciphering through the paperwork on his desk. She moved so close that he caught the scent of her floral perfume. 

"When you kissed me this morning..." she began in a small voice. 

Nathan shook his head in frustration and looked up at her. 

"I told you I was sorry for that," he said quickly. 

"Yes," Mira replied, her blue eyes hopeful, "but I'm not." 

And to Nathan's complete astonishment, she leaned down and gently pressed her lips to his. She kissed him hesitantly, as if she wasn't sure he would accept. He wasn't sure whether he should. She was so soft, sweet and inviting. Before he knew it, one of his hands had found the nape of her neck and he was kissing her back delicately, as if she might break if he kissed her too hard. She moaned longingly into his mouth and his own urgency swelled against his jeans. 

He shouldn't be doing this. With great difficulty, he pulled himself away from her. 

"Mira, stop." It was the last thing he wanted; he wanted to take all of her and never let her go, but things were messed up enough as it was. He needed to keep a level head while Kailee was still missing and Mira had a way of clouding his mind. He held his hands up in a cautioning gesture. "We can't do this." 

Mira's cheeks were flushed and her lips puffy. Her eyes filled with rejection. "Why not?" 

Nathan closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Because he couldn't control himself when he was around her. 

"Because you're Kailee's best friend...you're young, inexperienced...you don't know what you want..." Nathan was rambling; exhaustion had taken over and he didn't know how to verbalise his thoughts. 

He opened his eyes to find Mira's expression had changed from hurt to angry. He'd never seen her look so furious. 

"You don't want me because I'm inexperienced?" 

Nathan brushed a hand through his ruffled hair, "No...that's not what I meant." 

"No, I get it. First I'm a tramp because I'm practically giving myself to Carl and now I'm too pure and innocent for you." 

"Mira, that's not..." 

The slam of the front door cut him off. 

"Nathan!" Paul's voice echoed up the stairway, urgency in his tone. Nathan bolted past Mira through the doorway. 

"Paul, what is it? Did you drop the money?" 

He took the stairs two at a time, but froze on the last step. 

Paul was grinning at him, an arm around a gorgeous girl in a white summer dress. 

"I did, but it doesn't matter now. Kailee's home." 

*** 

It was a miracle Kailee had been able to ride the bike steady enough to make it home. She'd only ridden a few times and that was years ago. It must have been the adrenaline that got her down that driveway and onto the open road. The first half hour into the ride, she'd been convinced she was heading in the complete wrong direction, but she'd been too scared to turn back in case Dominic was following her. Not even a bullet could stop that man. 

She still couldn't quite believe she'd pulled the trigger. Sure, she'd told him she would kill him when she had the chance; but standing there on the brink of freedom and staring into his dark eyes; she couldn't bring herself to do it. 

After fifty kilometres of solid riding, she'd seen a sign for a familiar town and relief had washed over her. She'd never been happier in her life than when she'd laid eyes on the grey cobblestone building that she called home. As she'd dismounted the bike, she'd realised her hands were shaking uncontrollably and she'd struggled to find the spare key to the front door. Paul had arrived at that very moment, very nearly forgetting to put the handbrake on the car when he'd seen her. 

The four of them sat in the lounge room now, sipping on hot chocolate. Kailee had been staring into her cup for too long and the marshmallows had dissolved into a gooey mess on top of the chocolate. The past two days had been a nightmare, but for some reason she felt a little empty inside now that it was all over. 

Looking up from her cup, she realised the others were watching her intently. 

"So you just stole the guy's bike and rode home?" Paul seemed completely baffled. 

Kailee nodded. 

He nodded slowly, letting the thought process in his mind. Then his lips inclined slightly and his face twitched. Suddenly, laughter burst from his lips uncontrollably. 

Mira threw him a disapproving look, but Nathan looked a tad amused as well. 

"Paul, really?" he chastised. 

"Sorry, Kailee," Paul let out a long breath and composed himself. "Fuuck, I just really wish we'd held off on the payment." 

They all nodded in agreement and then there was silence once again. 

"Kailee..." Nathan spoke hesitantly, as if there was something he wanted to ask her. She met his concerned eyes. "Did they..." he didn't finish his sentence, but Kailee knew where he was going. 

Mira reached out and took hold of her hand. 

"Are you okay?" 

Kailee blew out a deep breath. "I'm fine, really," she lied. "I got thrown around a fair bit, but I think I caused more damage to them." 




Ransom Ch. 05



"Bastards." Paul muttered. "Did you get any information on them? The bike rego came up blank, but if you picked up on anything else we could ID them from..." 

"Paul!" Nathan growled at his brother, "She's just got home for Christ's sake; don't push her." 

"No it's fine," Kailee brushed Nathan's sympathy aside. "In fact, I know their first names and I can describe what they look like." 

Paul snorted. "They didn't even cover their faces? Idiots! When we track them down I'm going to murder them." 

"You and me both," Nathan said darkly. 

Kailee wasn't entirely sure if that's what she wanted. Could she condemn someone like Jakob to such a thing? 

"So what are their names?" Paul prompted, eager for information. 

"Well," Kailee began, "there was an older man called Alan..." she was content to condemn that man to hell. "...a man named Jakob who looked to be in his early thirties," Sorry, Jake. "and...ah...the leader. He was Russian..." she could still hear her name accented on the tip of his tongue, "Dominic." 

"Dominic?" Nathan's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. 

"Idiots," Paul muttered again, "They'll be in jail by tomorrow." 

"Did you say Russian?" Nathan asked. Kailee nodded. 

"Doesn't matter what nationality he is; he's fucked. Mira, hand me the phone, would you?" 

Mira reached over for the handset, but Nathan grabbed hold of her wrist before she had the chance to pick it up. 

"No." Nathan closed his eyes and sighed deeply. "Forget it. We're not going after them." 

***



Ransom Ch. 06



Paul laughed out loud. Mira stared at Nathan strangely – he was still gripping her arm mid-air.

"Nice one, Nath," Paul joked, "Now here, give me the phone."

Kailee seemed to be the only one who realised her brother was deadly serious. She hadn't particularly wanted her captors hunted down anyway, but that wasn't the point. Why wouldn't Nathan want to find them? "What do you mean we're not going after them?" she frowned at Nathan who looked as though he was calculating something over in his head. He released Mira's arm and ran a hand through his ruffled hair. His weary green eyes were slightly wider, a little panicked.

"This isn't about the money," he breathed, "This was never about the money... " he trailed off and lowered his eyes.

"What is he talking about?" Paul glanced at Mira who shrugged in confusion. "Nath, are you feeling okay?"

Kailee had stilled. There was something in Nathan's expression she hadn't seen before. It was a mixture of fear and guilt. He wasn't telling them something. Her mind whirred. Dominic wasn't an idiot - why would he only request ten million dollars for her ransom? Of course it wasn't about the money. It was about winning. It was always about winning with him. But who was the opponent? Her glance moved to her older brother whose eyes were still at his feet.

"You know him," she whispered. "You know Dominic."

Nathan looked up at her, his expression grim, and she knew it was true. "Can you give us a moment?" he spoke to Paul, who frowned back in response.

"What? No way! We all deserve an explanation, Nath."

"Paul, please?" Nathan pleaded softly to his brother.

For a moment, Kailee thought Paul wasn't going to budge, but then he let out a heavy sigh, stood and walked out glumly like a dog who had been kicked outside.

"You too, Mira." Mira glared at Nathan with her pretty blue eyes and glanced at Kailee for approval. She waited until Kailee gave her a nod 'okay' before she stood gracefully and followed Paul into the next room.

There was a long silence in which Nathan swirled his mug of hot chocolate, his eyes cast downward, brow creased in agitation. Kailee just stared at him and waited for him to speak.

"We were friends in college." He spoke regretfully, but didn't break eye contact. "Me, Dominic, Jake... good friends."

"College?" Kailee shook her head in confusion, "They couldn't afford college. Dominic... he lived on the streets, he had nothing. Jake told me."

Nathan nodded. "That was until Jake's father took him in. Dom's father had worked for him briefly before he died. When he found Dom on the streets he took him in and gave him a home."

Kailee remembered Jake's story, he had said Dominic's father worked for a wealthy man. He hadn't told her that the wealthy man had been his own father. "So Jake's Dad paid for his college?"

"No. Dominic wouldn't take a cent even though the old man insisted. Everything Dominic owns he earned himself. And not from a life of crime. He founded new software for the Government when he was in high school. Since then, he's been investing in hotels, casinos, all sorts. Kailee, Dominic is richer than us."

"Fuck." Kailee leaned back into the couch, completely dumbfounded. That bastard hadn't even needed the money! Why put her through the stress of the past few days if he didn't even care about the money? A hundred thoughts were rolling through her mind, until she came to focus back on her guilt-ridden brother. "So what did you do to him?" she asked darkly.

Nathan blinked up at her. "What?"

"Dominic. You must have done something to him. Why else would he kidnap me?"

Nathan's eyes narrowed in irritation. "I didn't do anything."

Kailee glared right back at him. "I've been locked up in handcuffs for 48 hours, Nath, the least you can do is tell me why."

"I. Don't. Know." Nathan was flustered and a faint pinkness was spreading across his neck and ears. "I haven't spoken to Jake or Dominic in years."

"Right." Kailee could tell he wasn't being entirely honest with her. She stood angrily. "I'm going to bed. If you decide to tell me the truth, you know where I am." She stormed towards the hallway, her head a chaos of confusion and anger.

"Kailee wait," Nathan's voice held a hint of desperation. An unusual characteristic for him. She stopped in the doorway and looked back at her brother. "You're okay, right?" his eyes were full of concern.

Kailee shrugged, "Nothing I couldn't handle."

***

Kailee ascended the stairs towards her bedroom. Most of the upstairs lights were off and the hallways were painted with dark shadows. She could hear Paul and Nathan's rough murmurs from downstairs, but didn't want to listen to anything else. The floorboards creaked beneath her feet as she pushed the bedroom door open. A soft evening breeze brushed her skin and she realized the window was open. Had it been left open from the night she'd climbed out? Her heart beat hard in her chest and she fumbled her hand across the wall to find the light switch. With a click, the room was bright and her eyes scanned her surroundings anxiously. Everything was as she'd left it. She let out a shaky breath. "Get a grip, Kailee." She walked towards the open window nervously. The curtains were floating softly on the breeze and she gathered them to the side in her hands. From up here, she could see the length of the driveway and across the lush green gardens to the main street. She kept her eyes on the bushes, her mind expecting to see movement at any moment.

"Kailee?"

She jumped suddenly, her back pressed flat against the wall in fear.

Mira stood in the doorway, her eyes full of concern. "Sorry...did I frighten you?"

Kailee urged her rapid heartbeat to calm. "No. I mean, you did, but I'm fine." She moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Mira joined her. Together they lay on their backs, heads next to one another, staring up at the ceiling.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Mira asked.

"Nope. Let's talk about something else."

"Okay. Umm..." Mira paused in contemplation. "Oh! Carl finally kissed me!"

"Bleugh!" Kailee stuck her tongue out in disgust. "Spare me the details, I can't stand the Duchennes! You can do way better than him, Mira."

Mira let out an irritated little growl, "Why does everyone keep saying that?"

"Because it's true."

"Well if I recall correctly, you were once quite taken with a Duchenne boy." Mira teased. Kailee stiffened at the mention of that, she hadn't told Mira the full story about Carl's older brother Rob, only that it had ended and she didn't care for him anymore. She'd left out how he'd taken advantage of her and Nathan had nearly murdered him for it.

"I was stupid. Don't make my mistakes. New conversation please."

Mira sighed loudly, "Oh, I don't know – what do you want to talk about?"

Kailee smiled devilishly, "Hmm... how about what's going on between you and my brother?" she turned her head to the left and gave her fast blushing friend an accusatory stare. Mira sat upright faster than if she'd had a bucket of ice thrown over her.

"What!? Nothing! Why would you think there was something going on?" Her pitch was unusually high.

Kailee scoffed. "Are you kidding me? You two have been side-stepping each other since the moment I arrived home – you've barely said a word to each other."

"Well nothing is going on – aside from him being his usual asshole self of course." Mira was twirling her hair angrily. Kailee didn't think she'd ever seen the girl so agitated in all the years she'd known her.

Kailee laughed softly, "Okay, okay. But just so you know," she touched Mira's arm assuringly, "if there was something going on, I'd be happy for you." She slid beneath the bed covers and Mira flicked off the light, jumping in beside her. In the darkness, Kailee's mind flew to Dominic. She wondered if he was still furious with her or if he was just content to have received the money. Technically he'd won his little game. He had the ten mill; he'd proven whatever ridiculous point he was trying to make. Still, his words kept echoing in her head.

You know I'll come after you.

She pulled the blanket tighter around herself. She was being silly. There was no reason to fear him now. She was safe.

"Mira?" she whispered to see if her friend was still awake.

"Yeah?" a soft voice replied from the darkness.

"Could you please close the window?"

***

Kailee took in her reflection in the full length mirror. She'd lost a bit of weight over the past few days and her jeans had a bit of slack around her waist. Her eyes looked bloodshot from lack of sleep and not even her eyeliner had been able to cover it. She'd been restless all night and in the moments she had found sleep, her dreams had been of a tall, dark man touching her and making her scream out in pleasure. She'd woken with damp underwear, a flushed face and a dark craving. Thankfully Mira had still been sleeping, unaware of her shameful state.

Kailee reached for her sunglasses on the bedside table and placed them over her tired eyes. It was overcast outside, but what the hell. "Mira, you ready?" she yelled to the bathroom door.

"Two seconds!" Mira called out sloppily, obviously with a toothbrush in her mouth. After what sounded like a quick gargle, the door swung open and Mira waltzed out, clad in a daring high-waisted leather mini skirt and soft white lace singlet. Kailee did a double take. Her friend's usual ringlets had been straightened out and fell in long, soft blonde drapes down her face and back.

"Woahh! Who are you and what have you done with Mira?"

Mira rolled her eyes. "Don't be so dramatic; I've straightened my hair before."

"Yeah, like twice. Is that my skirt?

"

Mira smoothed down the leather over her thighs and nodded. "Yeah, I thought I'd give it a go; what do you think?"

"Looks hot. Keep it."

Mira flushed slightly, then collected her bag from the edge of the bed. The two of them walked downstairs, their heels echoing on the wooden steps. They'd just about reached the front door when Nathan appeared out of the kitchen, a frown on his face.

"Kailee, what are you doing?"

Kailee shrugged casually at her brother. "Nadia is hosting brunch, we told her we'd make an appearance."

Nathan looked at her like she was crazy. "You're kidding right? You've just got back, you can't... "

His eyes suddenly fell on Mira who had been rustling in her handbag before pulling out her lip balm. His gaze ran over the length of her and Kailee noticed his mouth drop ever so slightly before he turned back to her to continue his sentence. "I don't want you out in the public on your own, not so soon."

"Nath, what are you going to do? Keep me in hiding for weeks on end? They have their money. Whatever vendetta they had against you is over now. I'm safe." Wow, she just about convinced herself with that line. "Besides, safety in numbers, right?" she nodded to Mira who was sliding her glossed fingertip across her bottom lip.

Nathan's eyes skittered over Mira's bare legs. "Who else is going?" His eyes stayed on Mira, but Kailee gave the answer.

"Just the usual crew. Old school friends."

"It's forecast rain today; you should both dress warm."

Kailee motioned to her jeans in confusion, then realised her brother's eyes were still focused on Mira's legs. Her gorgeous blonde friend was blatantly ignoring every word Nathan said and had started typing a text message on her phone. "We'll be fine; it's probably indoors."

Nathan grabbed his sister's elbow and pulled her aside while Mira was preoccupied with her phone. "Are the Duchennes going to be there?"

Kailee had never seen her brother look so concerned. "I think they've gone to the country for the week." She narrowed her eyes. "Why?"

Nathan released her arm and shook his head. "They're trouble. I don't want you hanging around them."

Kailee stifled a laugh. "Me or Mira?"

Nathan glared back at her. "Either of you."

"Well while you like to think you have some influence over my actions, sadly you have none over Mira's."

"You're infuriating. Just stay safe – please."

Mira was already walking out the front door, but Kailee stayed a moment longer. "Nath... " her tone was serious.

Nathan's eyebrows raised slightly. "What is it?"

"Mira's my best friend and she's a beautiful person."

He frowned, "I know that."

"Good. Then you know she deserves better than to wind up with a guy like Carl Duchenne." Kailee stared him down for a moment, then turned and followed Mira out the door, leaving Nathan standing in the hallway, completely stumped.

***

Nadia's house was half the size of Kailee's, but impressive in its own right. It had a generous back garden full of pink and white roses and a large sunroom which had been set up for at least twenty guests with white clothed tables and an abundance of canapés and champagne.

Mira and Kailee plucked a glass each and joined the small crowd of guests outside on the perfectly manicured lawn.

"Kailee, darling!" Nadia, ever the schmoozer, bound over to her, her fake breasts protruding over her too-tight pink crop top. She air kissed Kailee with plump red lips, then did the same to Mira.

"Mira, you look simply delicious – you should wear your hair like that more often!" She gave the quick-blushing Mira a saucy wink before turning back to Kailee and linking her arm through hers, guiding her away from Mira.

"We missed you at the Northmount last weekend – poor Jean Marc was so looking forward to meeting you."

Kailee turned back to Mira and rolled her eyes. Nadia had been trying to set her up with her French cousin for over a month now.

"Luckily he's here today! Come, I'll introduce you right now."

Kailee necked her champagne, dropped it on a nearby table and collected a fresh one while Nadia led her over to a group of young men surrounded by a cloud of cigar smoke. The last thing she needed right now was to meet more men. All eyes turned to Kailee and Nadia as they approached the group and Kailee felt a few appreciative gazes wander over her body. Nadia pulled her over to a young-faced man with tanned skin and a cute smile.

"Kailee, this is my cousin, Jean Marc."

The young man stepped forward and, with his cigar free hand, he took one of Kailee's hands and brought it to his lips, holding her eye contact.

"A pleasure," he said with a strong accent, "Please, call me Marc."

He was slightly shorter than her with her stilettos on, but for his lack of height, he made up with charm. Kailee might have actually been into him if she could manage to get a particular pair of black eyes out of her mind. "Nice to meet you," she smiled lightly, then reached out to his cigarred hand, "May I?"

Marc looked slightly surprised, but handed her the cigar. Kailee drew the smoke into her mouth and savoured it for a moment before releasing a soft cloud from her lips into the air around them. "Not bad," she handed the cigar back to him and sipped from her champagne flute.

"It's rare to find a woman who enjoys a cigar." Marc was watching her intently, standing a little too close for someone she'd only just met. Or maybe she was just being paranoid; she never used to have an issue with proximity.

"Most women are boring," Kailee shrugged, distracting herself by glancing around the yard. It was the usual crowd she'd gone to school with. Mostly the rich and arrogant showing off their latest outfits or, in Nadia's case, latest assets. She caught the eyes of a few people she actually liked and nodded at them with a light wave. Jean Marc was asking her a question, but she didn't catch it because Carl Duchenne had just walked in, looking as cocky as ever. He kissed a few girls' cheeks sleazily before his eyes fell on Mira. Kailee didn't miss the sly smile on his face, nor the hunger in his eyes as they drank in her tight skirt and creamy legs.

"I'm sorry Marc, would you excuse me for a moment?" she touched his arm lightly and gave him a winning smile before walking away, leaving him with a baffled expression.

By the time she'd crossed the lawn, Carl was already planting a full kiss on Mira's lips, one hand firm on the back of her neck, the other snaking around her tiny waist. Mira seemed rather stiff for a girl who was being kissed by her prince charming. When they parted, Mira looked around nervously, a dark flush in her cheeks.

"Carl! What a nice surprise!" Kailee smiled falsely as she reached the happy couple. "I was under the impression you were hiking this weekend."

Carl gave Kailee a snide look, then turned back to Mira, pulling her closer to him. "Well that was until I heard this gorgeous girl was attending Nadia's brunch. I couldn't miss out on the opportunity to see her." Mira was beaming with joy at his words; apparently she didn't see right through him the way Kailee did.

"How strange, we only RSVP'd an hour ago." Mira was giving her daggers, but Kailee ignored her.

"Yeah, well, you know how fast word travels around here." Carl planted a soft kiss on Mira's shoulder and Kailee resisted the urge to scrunch up her nose in disgust.

"It certainly does. Speaking of, I hear the Jardine Hotel Chain might be up for sale soon; I hope business isn't going badly?" Kailee gave him her best false-concerned expression.

Carl looked agitated. "I don't know where you heard that nonsense. The Jardine brings in an annual profit that rivals the Brook," he referred to her own family's main hotel chain. "My brother is managing it now and business is booming. You remember Rob don't you?" Carl spoke casually, but Kailee didn't miss the knowing glint in his eyes.

"How could I forget?" Kailee smiled disdainfully, "his manners were impeccable. Clearly a family trait."

Mira was shifting uncomfortably, unsure of whether to cut into the conversation. Carl matched Kailee's cool smile and collected a full glass of champagne from the table beside him. "Enough shop talk," he turned to Mira, "Come, let's go inside; I hear the oysters are amazing."

Mira glanced at Kailee as if seeking her permission. "Would you like to join us, Kailee?"

Kailee shook her head, "No, you run along. I've got a few people to make small talk with." Jean Marc was already walking toward her eagerly.

***

It was early afternoon when they left the party and the sky was threatening to drizzle, despite the warm air. "Are you sure you're okay to drive?" Mira was walking airily towards the Audi Nathan had loaned them for the day. Although Kailee had knocked back several champagnes at the start of the day, she'd skulled some water at lunch time and felt level-headed enough to drive them both home.

"I'm fine," she said, opening the passenger door for her stumbling friend and yanking her skirt down, which was slowly creeping up her thighs.

"Thanks," Mira smiled and climbed into the car. "I don't know how I got tipsy so quickly."

Kailee shook her head and closed the passenger door before walking around to the driver's side and sliding in. "Maybe it had something to do with the amount of drinks Carl was handing you."

She saw Mira's mood deflate instantly. "You really don't like him, do you?"

"I just don't trust him with you."

Mira collected Kailee's hand and squeezed it hard. "Look, I know you all think I'm a delicate flower who needs protecting, but I'm a big girl, you know. You're always getting ticked off at Nathan for being overprotective so you should know how shit it feels when you do the same thing to me."

Kailee thought for a moment and then nodded, she hadn't ever considered it from that perspective. "You're right. I'm sorry. If you want to be with Carl then I fully support your decision. But," she paused for effect, "if he hurts you, he gets a broken nose. And that's if I'm feeling generous."

Mira laughed, "Okay, deal." Kailee steered the car down the driveway and onto the main road. "So um, what exactly is Nathan doing about the kidnappers?" Mira spoke softly, her hesitation about the topic obvious. If she didn't have alcohol in her system, Kailee though, she likely wouldn't have brought it up at all.




Ransom Ch. 06



"He's not doing anything." Kailee kept her expression blank.

Mira scoffed, "What do you mean he's not doing anything?"

Kailee changed gears angrily. "Leave it, Mira."

Mira looked like she wanted to say more, but kept her lips pursed. They both stayed silent for a few minutes and Mira relaxed back into her chair, the topic clearing from her mind. "So Jean Marc seems lovely," she eventually said, her tone light.

Kailee rolled her eyes; she was surprised Mira had waited this long to bring up the man's name. "Yes. He was very charming," she agreed nonchalantly.

Mira waited for her to continue. When she didn't, she gave her an incredulous look. "Oh, come on, Kailee! The guy was perfection in every way. Not even you can be that selective! Nadia told me she's sure he's going to ask you to be his date at the Grandeur this weekend."

"He did ask me." Kailee said casually.

"What!" Mira grabbed Kailee's arm so forcefully that she very nearly veered into the sidewalk. "Oh my gosh, what did you say?"

"I said 'no' of course."

Mira's excitement deflated instantly. "What do you mean you said no?"

"I mean, I politely declined his offer."

"But you don't have anyone else to go with, do you?"

"No. And that's precisely the way I'd like to keep it."

Mira frowned, "Oh, Kailee. The poor guy must have been devastated."

Kailee snorted. "Oh, please! Every girl there had her eyes on him. He won't have any issues finding another date." She pulled up into a parking bay near a small shopping centre.

Mira looked around in confusion. "Oh, why are we stopping?"

"I just need to duck in and get something. You wait here, I'll be back in five." She jumped out of the car before Mira had a chance to protest. The glass double doors opened as she approached and she ducked into the chemist on the right hand side. Thankfully there weren't many people around. She practically sprinted up to the counter, eager to get in and out as quickly as possible.

"Hi, can I help you?" The lady at the counter was middle-aged and motherly, a genuine smile on her face, which made Kailee feel slightly more comfortable about what she was there to do.

"Um, yeah," her eyes dropped to the floor. "I need the morning after pill."

***

By the time they arrived home, the sun had already set and Nathan had called twice to check up on them. Mira had insisted they stop in at the jewellers on the way home; she'd already bought earrings for the Grandeur Ball, but she wanted to be sure she'd made the right choice. Kailee had told her several times that the earrings she had were gorgeous, but Mira wasn't entirely satisfied with them. "I just want something that really stands out with my up-do," she'd said with a frown. Kailee honestly couldn't care less, but had nodded and tried to seem enthusiastic.

Now she sat in the kitchen with a large glass of white wine in front of her, anxiety clawing at her stomach. Anxiety, confusion, and even a touch of sadness, though she couldn't quite understand why. She heard footsteps and glanced up. Paul's eyes were bloodshot, which always happened when he'd been spending too much time looking at a computer screen. He was wearing the same as what he'd had on yesterday and his clothes were terribly creased. He looked surprised to see her sitting alone and pulled up a chair beside her.

"Hey, I thought you were hanging with Mira?"

She nodded, "I was. I think she's gone and passed out upstairs or something."

Paul smiled amusedly, "Lightweight." Kailee smiled back and sipped at her wine. "Everything okay?" he was watching her with concerned green eyes. She simply nodded back. "Look, Kailee..." he paused for a moment, trying to find words. "Nath has told me he's not looking for the guys who did this to you. He's also told me I'm not to do anything either. He's our older brother and I respect him."

Kailee nodded, "Paul, it's okay-"

He interrupted before she could finish her sentence. "But at the end of the day, I care about your safety. And if you want me to track them down, I will." His expression was dark and she realised he wanted her permission to hunt these guys down. Part of her badly wanted to see Dominic suffer, to be punished for what he'd done to her, but mostly she just wanted it to all be over.

"I think Nathan's right," she said firmly. "We should leave it."

Paul looked surprised at her answer, then shook his head in disappointment. "Okay, if that's what you want." He stood sulkily and walked around to the sink, filling a glass with tap water. He took a mouthful and then collected a small parcel that was sitting on the bench. "This arrived for you today," he handed it to her. "Must be an early birthday present."

"Oh," Kailee frowned. She rarely received birthday presents in the mail. Her relatives had always been distant and the last time she'd seen most of them had been her parents' funeral. She used her nails to tear the thick paper apart and pulled out a small velvet box. It was the kind used to hold jewellery. She flipped the lid open and then suddenly she was falling backwards off her chair.

"Shit, Kailee!" Paul quickly ran to her side, holding her upright. "Are you okay?"

Kailee breathed. Hard. "I'm fine. Just a little dizzy spell."

Paul bent down to collect the velvet box which had fallen from her fingers and landed on the ground. He examined the contents and frowned, "How funny, it looks just like the necklace Mum used to wear. The same heart pendant and everything." That's because it was the same necklace. Kailee's heart pounded ferociously in her chest.

"Oh, there's a tiny card in here, too," he pulled out a small piece of white card. Kailee snatched it from him and stared at the words, the colour draining from her face.

Soon x

"Paul," she looked up at her brother and tried to keep her expression neutral. "I changed my mind. I want you to find out as much about Dominic as you can."

***

"That's great news, Mr Jamieson, I look forward to seeing you on Monday." Nathan wrapped up the conversation with one of his clients. It was getting late and Paul had been on his case about making calls after business hours. His office door creaked open and Nathan looked up to see Mira in the doorway, her straightened hair now in soft, thick waves past her shoulders. He hung up the phone and turned his attention to her.

"Mira," he said uncertainly, "I wasn't expecting you." She started walking towards him, her expression unreadable. "I wanted to ask you about Kailee. Did she seem okay today?" Mira still didn't respond; instead, she approached him headstrong. Nathan opened his mouth to speak again, but Mira's hand came down hard against his cheek. The contact made a loud clapping sound and he felt an instant stinging sensation. He stood suddenly, eyes wide. "What the hell, Mira!"

"YOU!" she yelled at him, her eyes sparkling with ferocity, "I can't believe you're not tracking down Kailee's kidnappers! She's your sister for crying out loud!" she lifted her hand to strike him again, but Nathan took a firm hold of her wrist and pushed her back against the wall behind them, causing her to let out a tiny "oomph". He caught a whiff of alcohol on her breath and shook his head in disapproval.

"You're drunk."

"Don't change the subject." She became awfully bossy when she had alcohol in her system, he noticed. She even looked beautiful when she frowned, her eyes a sexy stormy blue and her glossed lips full and pouty. "Why haven't you called the police? I don't care how you know these people, they need to be behind bars!"

"Sit down!" Nathan growled at her and released her wrists, motioning towards the chair across from his desk. Mira huffed, but took a seat anyway. She flattened out her singlet which had crumpled slightly, and brushed her long hair over her left shoulder. Nathan sat back into his own chair. "Now, I'll tell you the same thing I told Paul. Their vendetta was against me. They were angry at me. It's over now."

"It doesn't matter," Mira argued, "Kailee could have been harmed! That's your sister, Nath." She shook her head at him angrily.

Nathan let out a heavy sigh. "Look, Mira, I know these guys. Jakob has a kind heart and wouldn't have let anything happen to her. I'm sure Dominic would have been leading the whole operation and, although he's a hard man, he wouldn't have touched her. I dare say she would have drove him up the wall with her attitude though." The right side of his mouth twitched into a light half smile. "The point is, it's over. As much as I want to kick the shit out of the both of them, it will just cause more dramas for all of us and we've been through enough." He let out a slow breath. "So are we okay now?"

Mira bit her bottom lip, her expression frustrated. "It's just that Kailee seems so distant lately. You're certain they wouldn't have hurt her?"

"I'm positive. Trust me, if I thought otherwise I'd be out there demanding blood."

Mira nodded slowly. "Okay." Her features softened, evident relief washing over her. Then she scrunched up her nose guiltily, "I'm sorry for slapping you."

Nathan smirked, she was the most well-mannered woman he'd ever met. "I'll live."

There was a moment of awkward silence between them and Mira looked down at her hands, then pushed her chair back, making to leave. "Wait, Mira... " Nathan stood suddenly, he couldn't bear to see her go, not yet. She looked up at him, her eyebrows raised, waiting for him to speak.

He walked around the desk, coming to stand in front of her small frame. She was angelic in every way. "I'm sorry about what I said the other night." He paused, trying to find the words to continue. Mira simply stared at him, waiting. "I don't think you're inexperienced," he looked her straight in the eyes, "I think you're intelligent, kind hearted, and gorgeous."

Mira's eyes fell to the floor shyly. "Nathan... "

He caught her chin lightly with his fingertips and gently lifted her gaze to his. "Come to the Grandeur with me tomorrow."

She frowned slightly. "I already told Carl I'd go with him."

Nathan felt a pang of jealousy and anger run through him. Like hell she was going to the ball with a Duchenne. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and slowly began pulling her into him. If she wanted to pull away, he'd let her. But she fell into him without any reluctance at all. Perhaps it was the alcohol making her so willing, but he didn't care. He brought her soft body up against his own built one and he could feel the quick pounding of her heartbeat against his chest. He breathed in the scent of her sweet, floral perfume and then slowly dipped his head down, bringing his lips agonisingly close to hers. Mira's eyes fluttered closed in hesitation as his mouth continued to hover. "Tell him you changed your mind," he whispered. "That you're going with someone else."

"Mmmm..." Mira's eyes remained closed, her head tilting upward, anticipating the touch of his lips. He didn't leave her waiting. He gently kissed her at first, teasing her lips with his. She moaned softly, her lips parting and allowing him to explore her mouth sensually with his tongue. He could taste champagne on her breath and deepened the kiss further. Her body leaned into him and he wrapped his arms protectively around her, kissing more and more forcefully. Her hands clenched at his shirt, drawing him as close to her as she could; it seemed as though their bodies couldn't get close enough. Wanting more, he broke the kiss, bent his knees and grabbed her by the hips, collecting her up into his arms. Mira let out a tiny exclamation of surprise before wrapping her legs around his waist and running her fingertips through his hair. Nathan looked at the goddess of a girl in his arms and couldn't help but smile in appreciation. He turned on the spot and began carrying her towards the adjoining door which led to his bedroom. "Where are you...? Oh!" Mira jumped slightly in his arms as he used his right leg to push the door open.

The room was dark aside from the bedside lamp which dimly lit the bedspread. Nathan carefully lowered Mira onto the mattress and she let her legs drop from his waist, self-consciously tugging at the hem of her skirt which had started to slide up her thighs. He couldn't help but smile at her innocence. She looked up at him nervously from the flat of her back. Her cheeks were flushed, most likely a combined result of the kissing and her bashfulness. His lust grew at the sight of her, lying on the bed waiting for him. Slowly he joined her, placing his knees on either side of her hips before leaning down to kiss her again. Her gentle hands found his lower back and, hesitantly, she started untucking his shirt. He reached behind him, caressing her hands before taking hold of the material and drawing his shirt over his head. He tossed it onto the floor and turned back to find Mira drinking in the view of his bare chest. Her fingertips brushed over his abdominal muscles and he felt his dick pulse in response. Mira must have felt it too, because her eyes widened slightly and her fingers suddenly stopped moving.

"Nathan... " her voice was barely a whisper and he saw a flash of uncertainty in her eyes.

"What is it?" He brushed a lock of blonde hair back from her face.

She bit her lip shyly. "I'm nervous."

Nathan cupped her face in his hands and shook his head in amazement at the loveliness of her. "You're safe with me," he said softly. "I promise I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to."

She smiled lightly and brought her hands to fall atop his. "I know, I trust you."

They lay there for a moment, staring at one another and he could still feel her heavy heartbeat against his torso. Then, slowly he started to shift down the bed, his hands softly tracing her sides as he moved, caressing her waist, her hips, and then her legs. He could hear her soft, relaxed exhales as she responded to his touch. Her skirt was already high up on her thighs from their movement, and now he started to gently slide the material higher, carefully watching her face for any objections. Her eyes watched him curiously, her lips slightly parted and he didn't break eye contact with her as her skirt was lifted up to her waist.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he said with sincerity. She nodded her understanding and then his fingers found the hemline of her cotton underwear. He drew the material down and she slightly raised her hips to allow him to fully remove them. His lips traced her thighs and calves as the underwear was trailed down to her ankles, over her feet and onto the carpet. Mira's legs stayed together, her body slightly tensed at the sense of being exposed. Rather than remove his own pants, Nathan moved to lie next to her, gently rolling her onto her side and nestling in behind her. She looked back at him, confused, and he softly brushed her neck with his lips. He brought his arm around her and traced her upper leg with his fingertips, then moved his hand gently between her legs. He was relieved to find her already wet; as his forefinger gently touched her, she let out a deep sigh and her legs relaxed, parting ever so slightly. He traced slow circles around her clitoris, drawing more and more sighs from her and when he moved his finger inside her, she moaned loudly and ground her ass into his groin. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her sensually right then, but this was Mira. And she deserved to be treated like a queen.

Nathan's fingers continued to tantalise her, and as he teased, she dampened further. He loved the feel and the smell of her as she coiled in his arms, opening her legs wider to give him more room to move. While his finger delved deeper, his thumb continued to rub against her clitoris. She began squirming in his arms, the pleasure overwhelming her. She rolled onto her back, her desperate eyes capturing his as his fingers continued their torture. Her legs began to roll about, while she struggled to contain the sensations. Nathan caught one of her legs with his own, pinning it to the bed and making her still.

"Nathan..." she breathed, her voice high and strained.

"I've got you," he murmured in her ear. He slipped another finger inside her and increased the pace of his hand. The combined sounds of his fingers dipping inside her with the heightening of her moans caused his erection to further strain against his pants. Mira's back arched and her mouth opened wide as her orgasm hit. Nathan caught her open mouth with a passionate kiss and allowed his fingers to gradually slow. She pulsed around his fingertips and her body tensed and relaxed as wave after wave rolled over her. As he kissed her she let out tiny, blissful moans, coming down from her climax. He gently slid his fingers out of her and pulled her tighter into him.

"You are so beautiful," he coaxed in between kisses. She smiled sleepily and let her head nestle into his chest. He collected the blanket from the end of the bed and brought it over their bodies, his arm wrapping protectively around her. He listened to her breaths as they slowed into slumber, and then he too allowed himself to fall into a deep sleep.

***

Kailee fingered the heart pendant, tracing the curved edges. She'd watched that necklace wash down the drain the first day of her entrapment. How had he managed to get it back? Perhaps he'd just bought a new necklace, it wasn't hard to find a heart pendant. Yet, it was the same size, the same weight, and the clasp was perfectly intact.

Her head was pounding. She'd consumed a good three quarters of a bottle of wine last night. Paul had been suspicious as soon as he saw the card, but Kailee had brushed it off and said it was likely Jean Marc, her newfound admirer who had sent her the gift.

"Seems a little eager for someone who's only just met you," he'd said, not entirely convinced.

Kailee felt terror in the pit of her stomach. The note had said 'Soon'. Did this mean Dominic was going to come after her? Or was this just his way of scaring her, of making her pay for shooting him? She'd asked Paul to find out where he lived, where he worked, what events he attended. But she'd made it perfectly clear he wasn't to take any action.

"Kailee, we're leaving in five!" Mira's voice travelled up the stairwell.

She stood and faced the full length mirror. She had chosen the dress out months before, a full length black and red gown with small loose straps that sat off the shoulder, a slight dip at the chest to show just a hint of cleavage and a daring back that dropped all the way to her hip bones. It accentuated her slight waist and the curve of her hips, while still maintaining elegance. She'd scooped her hair up nicely, with the exception of a few dark strands which fell in soft waves down her perfectly made up face. Anyone who saw her tonight would never tell she was a wreck of nerves inside. She looked down at the necklace in her palm. Part of her wanted to get rid of it now that it was associated with Dominic, but it was her mother's necklace. She wouldn't let him take that memory away from her. She brought the chain around her neck and did the tiny clasp at the back. The little heart sat perfectly above the dip in the dress.

"Kailee!" Mira's voice rang out again.

Kailee took a deep breath and then made her way out to join the others. Mira looked beautiful in a deep blue gown with lace detail; it was a modest and classic look that suited her well. Her brothers were both in black tuxedos and Nathan wore a dark blue tie to match Mira's dress. As she descended the stairs she noticed Nathan place a gentle kiss on the tip of Mira's nose and she couldn't help but smile. She was still angry at her brother - she was positive he was withholding some major details from her - but these were two good people who deserved to be together and she was happy for them. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Paul came to her side and collected her arm in his. He gave her a peck on the cheek and then spoke in a low tone so only she could hear, "His full name is Dominic Malikov and he won't be at the ball tonight."




Ransom Ch. 06



"Malikov," she whispered the Russian surname, trying out the pronunciation herself, then looked up at Paul uncertainly. "You're sure?"

"I'm positive. He's out of town on business."

Kailee nodded and Paul led her towards the front door, but Kailee hesitated. "I'll meet you in the car... I forgot something." She ducked into the kitchen and started rustling through the cutlery drawers before she came across a sharp filleting knife. It had a protective sheath over the blade and was the perfect size. Collecting some duct tape from another drawer, she carefully positioned the knife against her lower leg, just above her ankle and taped it securely in place before letting her dress drop over it. No one was going to mess with her tonight.

***

There was a queue of black and white limousines piling up at the entrance of the building. Never a cliché, the Brooks had chosen to arrive via Ferrari. Nathan tossed the keys to the nearest valet and then opened the side door for Mira, gently taking her hand and helping her out of the vehicle. Paul offered the same to Kailee, but she didn't need the helping hand and shrugged his away. As the four of them approached the entrance, they were bombarded with photographers, the flashing lights causing Kailee to blink numerous times in order to maintain her vision. Nathan wrapped a hand modestly around Mira's waist and the pair posed for a quick photograph. Kailee rolled her eyes; they were a beautiful couple and the press was going to go mad over them. Paul pulled her in for a brotherly hug and the two of them posed for a photo of their own before heading towards the entrance of the building.

The hallways were humming with a mix of conversation, laugher and music. The young man at the register requested their names before recognising Nathan and blushing ashamedly. "I'm so sorry, sir, I didn't recognise you."

Nathan smiled kindly back at him. "There's no need to apologise."

There was a large draped curtain at the entrance and the four of them wandered through, but Kailee turned back at the last minute, a nagging thought in the back of her mind. "I'll be just a minute," she said to Paul, encouraging him to continue on inside without her. She strolled back to the register and the young man looked up at her in surprise. "Excuse me," she said softly, "Would you be so kind to tell me if a Mr Dominic Malikov is in attendance tonight?"

"Certainly, Miss Brooks." His eyes ran down the attendance list, checking all the surnames starting with 'M'. "Ahh no, we don't seem to have any Malikovs listed here, Miss Brooks."

Kailee let out a breath of relief internally, but frowned slightly at the man. "Oh, that's a shame. Thank you for letting me know."

***

She was three quarters of the way through her fourth glass of wine when she noticed Jean Marc approaching her through the crowd of suits and dresses. He looked even more handsome than he had at Nadia's brunch, his black tuxedo perfectly fitted, his light brown hair trimmed and a carefully shaped shadow outlining his jaw. He wore a hopeful smile and collected her hand without hesitation, taking it to his lips and gently kissing her knuckles.

"Kailee," her name sounded sexy with his European accent, but it was no match for another accent she knew all too well.

He released her hand and she half-smiled. "Marc, always lovely to see you."

Marc raised an eyebrow knowingly, "I'm not sure you truly mean that, but I'm determined to make it true." Of course he did. "I was hoping to find you in time for the waltz."

Kailee took a sip from her glass and nodded towards the dance floor, "Looks like you've missed your chance."

"There's another waltz after this," his eyes remained hopeful.

Kailee laughed lightly, "You're persistent, I'll give you that."

"Some things are worth persisting for."

She had to try very hard not to roll her eyes. Europeans were all the same – overdramatic romantics until they had what they wanted. She sighed heavily, "You can have one dance."

Marc smiled confidently, "One is all I need."

The music to the current waltz began to fade and Marc held his hand out for her invitingly. She placed her now empty glass on the table beside her and took a hold of his hand. He intertwined his fingers with hers gently and pulled her towards the sound of the music. Together they walked to the centre of the dance floor and she felt many eyes fall on them before they were joined by several other couples. Marc's eyes were on her intently; it was lucky she'd worn low heels or they might have looked odd with her taller than him. His palm brushed her lower back, pulling her softly into him as his other hand collected her left one. She lifted her right arm to rest on his shoulder and then the music was starting.

"You are so very beautiful," Marc cooed in her ear. She had a sarcastic response building, but the music didn't give her the time to get it out because before she knew it their feet were moving and she was struggling to keep up.

A natural at most things, ballroom dancing wasn't Kailee's forte. She could dance the legs off any girl in a nightclub, but she wasn't passionate enough about something as formal and structured as a waltz so she never bothered to perfect which way she needed to step. Thankfully Marc was a natural and she followed his lead, allowing him to guide her side to side, back and forth. He kept his eyes on hers the entire time, a genuine smile on his face, which was so contagious she soon found herself mirroring it. A couple nearby bumped into them and Kailee looked up to meet Mira's ecstatic face. Nathan was sweeping her along the dance floor and he'd purposefully lined up his path with theirs.

"Fancy meeting you here!" Mira piped over the music and Kailee couldn't help but laugh. Nathan gave a welcome nod to Marc, obviously sussing the young man out and determining whether he was a worthy dance partner for his little sister. Then Marc spun her around and quickened their movement, making her giddy with excitement. All of the thoughts she'd had running through her mind disappeared as the music and the movement took over. She was twirled around again and again until not a centimetre of the floor had been untouched by their shoes. When the music finally began to fade out, she was surprised to find herself disappointed that it was over. She looked around the room, breathless and grinning from ear to ear, then brought her gaze back to Marc. He was looking down at her adoringly. The smile was gone from his face and she realised all too late that he was leaning into her. She felt an inner panic, but couldn't turn away from him while they were in the centre of the dance floor, what would people think? His lips met hers lightly, his fingertips brushing her flushed cheek. She didn't return the kiss, but she didn't pull away either; she simply let the moment happen. It was a nice sensation, but she couldn't help feel a craving for the wild, forceful kisses she'd experienced with Dominic. In that moment, she realised, she craved that loss of control, of having someone take her so passionately and relentlessly.

She pressed her hands against Marc's chest, creating a space between them. "Uh, sorry, Marc. Would you excuse me for a moment? I just need the bathroom." She avoided his eyes, knowing full well she'd see disappointment in them.

She moved quickly towards the ladies room. She needed air. One look at the long queue of women at the bathroom and she knew there was no air in there. She cast her eyes around the corner. Carl's brothers and a few of their mates were sitting at a table, drinking heavily and eyeing off every woman who walked past. She wasn't in the mood to deal with those assholes. A staircase was next to their table and, as a young busty blonde walked past and caught their attention, Kailee dashed to the stairs and ascended them quickly without being seen. She spotted a small, closed off lounge area at the top of the stairs which appeared to be empty. Thank God. She ducked in and half closed the door before taking a seat on the large leather couch. She placed her head in her hands. Jesus, what was wrong with her? Jean Marc was nice. Nicer than any man she'd ever met, not to mention attractive, and yet she wasn't able to make herself interested in him. She heard the door click shut and she jumped up suddenly, her heart beating fast. When she turned around and saw the tall, dark figure standing in front of her, her legs just about buckled from underneath her.

"Miss Brooks," Dominic's accented voice sent shivers up her spine. He bowed ever so slightly and took a bold step forward. "Looking as lovely as ever."

Kailee didn't realise she'd stepped backward until she felt the firm wall against her back. "How did you get in here?" her voice came out more frantic than she'd planned. "The security... it's not possible."

"Yes, well, the funny thing about being a major sponsor for an event is that you tend to get an invite to attend." The corners of his lips turned up ever so slightly.

"But the guest list... "

"A last minute RSVP I'm afraid; how terribly tardy of me."

Kailee quickly reached down to the hem of her dress and pulled out the knife she'd prepared. She tossed the blade cover onto the floor and held the knife up with a shaking hand, pointing it directly at him. "Don't come near me."

Dominic leaned casually back against the door, a dark smile on his face. "Do you remember the first night we met? I said you looked like a quick learner." He placed his right hand on his left shoulder, the same place she'd shot him on the day of her escape. "Turns out I couldn't have been more wrong."

He moved so quickly Kailee barely had a chance to think. His body hit hers with such force that the wind was knocked clean out of her. As she struggled to catch her breath, he grabbed a hold of her wrist and twisted it so hard she cried out in pain. The knife fell to the ground and Dominic shoved her forcefully up against the wall while she struggled frantically in his grasp. Her free fist aimed at his wounded shoulder, but it was exactly where he expected her to aim. He caught a hold of her elbow and used both hands to spin her around. A forceful shove and the front of her body was firmly against the wall, her right cheek pressed into the surface.

"Let me go!" She tried to kick a leg out, but her foot caught on the length of her dress.

Dominic used one strong hand to hold both of her wrists still and used the other to loosen the tie at his neck. He yanked the loop over his head and then wrapped it roughly around both of her wrists. The material cut into Kailee's skin and she squeezed her fingers tight to keep the circulation flowing.

"Stop!" Kailee cried. "You have your damn money! Let me go!"

"You're right," Dominic pushed her harder against the wall and spoke directly into her ear. "I'm sure Jakob will pass on his regards to Nathan next time he sees him."

"Jakob? I thought the money was for you?"

"Ahh, so big brother didn't tell you the full story? That doesn't surprise me." Dominic took a hold of Kailee's bound wrists and gave her a firm push so she landed face first into the armchair.

"Ugh," she used the strength in her legs to heave herself upright and face Dominic. There was a few days worth of stubble on his jaw, but it only added to his masculine sexiness. His dark eyes watched her curiously.

"So are you going to tell me why you did it?" Kailee lifted her chin haughtily, wanting answers. "You both clearly don't need the money." Dominic began unbuckling his belt and Kailee's eyes widened. She clenched her fists and pulled desperately, but the bindings remained tight.

"I didn't come here to give you a history lesson, girl." He slid the belt from his waist and folded it in half before stepping toward her, holding the looped leather in one hand. "I came to collect your debt."

"Wh-What?" Kailee's eyes were on the swinging belt in Dominic's hand. "I don't have any debts, I don't owe you anything!" She glanced behind him at the closed door. Would anyone hear her over the music if she screamed?

"No?" He raised an eyebrow sceptically. "Your little routine earlier this week left Jake with a concussion and my arm in a sling for three days. He touched his injured arm again, "Luckily for you, the bullet only grazed the surface." he took a step forward, "Now are you going to take your punishment quietly or do I have to force you over my knee?"

His words sunk in and panic overcame her. She collected her skirts and bolted headstrong towards the door. Dominic's arms were tight around her waist within seconds and the room spun as she was lifted over his shoulder. Her legs kicked out, but met only air as he kept them at a distance from his face.

"Definitely a slow learner," he huffed.

"Stop!" she cried. The world spun and then came to a halt as Dominic took a seat, Kailee's stomach lying across his lap. She squirmed, but he held her firmly, and all the movement did was send pain through her restrained arms. "I'll scream!" she threatened.

Dominic's hand smoothed slowly over her bare back. "Every news station in the state is here tonight. Your brothers are likely meeting new clients, networking with existing clients, making important business deals..." his hand moved down towards the curve of her arse. "How do you think business will go for them if their little sister is caught in such a state?"

"But I'm not..." Kailee began, but she stopped short as Dominic clenched his hand around the silk of her dress and began to drag the material upward. Kailee clenched her eyes tightly shut and she heard Dominic's slight intake of breath at her exposed flesh. His fingers hooked around the hem of her panties, then slid them easily from her hips and down her long legs, dropping to her ankles. She shivered at the cold air against her bare skin.

"Spread your legs." Dominic ordered, his voice low and gravelly.

"Fuck. You." Kailee gritted her teeth and kept her legs firmly together.

She heard the crack before she felt the pain. The leather of Dominic's belt hit her hard against the bare flesh of her ass and she couldn't stop the loud cry that left her mouth as her bottom burned from the strike. "You fucking bastard!" she roared, squirming in his grip.

CRACK! Another strike, this time against her upper thigh. She yelped in agony and tried to roll off his lap. A firm, warm hand on the flat of her back kept her in one place and she growled in frustration. The next hit came down even harder on the soft flesh of her right butt cheek and she let out a frustrated sob, her vision blurring from the hot tears welling in her eyes.

"Stop..." she choked.

"Spread your legs," Dominic repeated firmly.

Kailee kept her head down and didn't budge. The belt landed on a fresh patch of skin and she hissed. Swallowing her anger, she parted her legs ever so slightly.

"You'll have to do better than that."

She ignored him, but when she felt his arm move to strike again, she cried out in protest. "Okay!" she spread her legs wider and felt the coolness of fresh air on her most sensitive parts. A few tears fell down her face in humiliation.

"Good girl," Dominic lightly brushed his fingertips over the burning skin he'd just flogged and Kailee breathed in deeply at the tingling sensations the motion sent through her body. His fingers traced soft tiny circles around her bottom, and then brushed between her legs, making her jump.

CLAP! The palm of his hand smacked firmly against her upper leg.

"Argh!!" Kailee yelled out angrily. "I did what you asked!"

"You did," Dominic agreed, "and you'll continue to do what I ask until your punishment is over."

Kailee growled in response, then pushed her face further into the side of the armchair. Just let him be done with it, she prayed, let it be over quickly.

"Lift your hips up," he ordered. She bit down on her lip to stop herself from arguing, and lifted her hips off of his lap. He wedged a cushion underneath her so that her bottom sat higher than the rest of her body, allowing him easier access to her.

"Now I'm going to give you four more strikes and you're going to remain absolutely still or I'll start again. Do you understand me?" Kailee nodded her head and clenched her restrained hands into fists. "Good. I want to hear you count them out nice and loud for me." His hand came down on her raw bottom and Kailee sucked in a sharp breath as she felt the sting. It wasn't as painful as the belt had been, but her ass was already tender. She realised after a moment of silence that he was waiting for her to start counting.

"One," she spat out bitterly. As soon as the word left her mouth, his hand came down again on the opposite butt cheek with a loud crack. She cried out this time, but continued the count. "Two." Halfway. He struck in the exact same place, but harder this time and she yelled out louder. "Three!" It took all of her willpower not to struggle in that moment, her ass was on fire and she knew he would make the last strike count the most. There was a lengthy pause and she cursed him for making her wait for it. Her breaths had become heavy and her face flushed with humiliation. She could already feel her skin bruising up from the abuse. Just when she thought maybe he was finished with her, he landed the final blow and she screamed painfully into the armchair. She waited a moment for the pain to subside, then finally choked out, "F-four."

His palm was still on her ass and the skin beneath his touch throbbed achingly. Ever so slowly, he started moving his hand in soft strokes across the places he'd struck. Softly and tenderly he caressed the tender skin and she found her breathing start to calm.

"How do you feel?" he asked her, his hand continuing to stroke her. She almost caught a hint of concern in his voice.

She wanted to scream at him, but knew that wouldn't do her any favours. "Sore," she said, her tone poisonous. His fingers continued to caress and her body relaxed involuntarily. Again, he gently brushed in between her legs, but she didn't flinch at the sensation, wary of any punishment she might gain for doing so.

"And how do you feel... here?" one of his fingers slipped into her and this time she did jump, because she was shocked that his finger had been able to slide in so easily.

"Oh!" she cried out. How was she so wet? A flat hand on her back pushed her firmly back down while his finger delved deeper. Apparently he wasn't as surprised as she was about her apparent arousal. She sucked in a sharp breath and closed her eyes tightly. He stroked down towards her clitoris and her body betrayed her mind, little tremors running blissfully through her. She contained the moan she wanted to let out, and pressed her face into the armchair angrily. Every soft touch seemed heightened after the flogging she'd received, and he obviously knew this. His finger dipped slowly in and out, circling her clitoris and continuing to touch and tease her.

"Mmm... " she breathed into the side of the chair, hoping her voice would be too muffled for him to hear.

He must have known what she was doing, because he suddenly withdrew his finger and lifted her roughly off of his lap. "I want you on your back," he said gruffly. She turned awkwardly around to face him, her bound hands making the motion difficult. His hungry black eyes bore into her greedily. He slid out from underneath her and guided her fully onto her back, her legs stretching out across the length of the couch. She glared up at him, furious at him for what he was doing to her, but also angry at herself for responding so easily to his touch.

He took a hold of the back of her upper legs. "I'm going to leave your legs unrestrained," he said, watching her expression carefully. "But I'm warning you. If you try to escape, I will find you. I'll always find you. And when I do, I'll punish you so severely that you won't sit comfortably for a month." Kailee's eyes narrowed, but she bit her tongue. She didn't doubt him for a minute."Are we clear?" She pursed her lips and nodded, her heart beating hard against her chest. He pushed her legs upward, her knees bent back towards her. His eyes held hers as he lowered his head towards her entrance. Then he planted a warm, wet kiss on her sex, causing her insides to coil. His tongue dampened her folds and then he took her clit into his mouth and sucked hard. She moaned involuntarily at the sensation, her eyes rolling back. He lifted her legs higher and with one long lick he traced his tongue from her rear entrance, to her front and deep inside her.




Ransom Ch. 06



"You taste incredible," he murmured, his breath hot on her most intimate parts. Kailee's legs were shaking from the pleasure. Her toes curled and her back arched as he continued to torment her with his tongue and lips. She so desperately craved more, wanted that full sensation that only he could give her, but she'd be damned before she asked him for it. She turned her face to the side and shut her eyes tight. "Uh-uh," his teeth brushed against her and then he trailed a series of rough kisses up her stomach until his body was atop hers, her legs at his shoulders. He gripped her chin with his thumb and forefinger and rotated her face towards him. "Open your eyes," he demanded. Kailee did as he said, staring up at him in a daze. His eyes were softer than she'd expected, despite the obvious lust reflected in them. His erection was pressing into her core through the restraint of his pants and she realised in that moment that she wanted him more than anything. She could deny it all she liked, but the truth was in the cushions dampening beneath her. Shame washed over her and internally she finally gave in.

She shook her head sadly. "Just do it." He frowned down at her, studying her face. "You want to fuck me, then do it. I don't care anymore." Kailee's voice was barely a whisper and tears prickled in her eyes.

Dominic watched her curiously for a moment, and then he took her by surprise. He leaned in and kissed her. But it wasn't the dominating, forceful kiss he usually took from her; it was gentle, almost like an apology. She could taste herself on his breath as his tongue softly met hers. The stubble on his face brushed against her cheek and made her skin tingle delightfully. He drew her bottom lip in between his teeth and sucked gently before breaking the kiss. He pulled her up into a seated position and turned away from her, standing up from the couch. Kailee watched as he picked up the knife from the ground which she had attacked him with earlier. Her eyes widened and she scrambled backward on the couch, preparing to defend herself. "Keep still." Dominic's calm tone stilled her. He bent and brought his arms around her and then she felt him carefully begin to cut through the tie that was binding her hands together. She eyed him cautiously; what was he doing? The material gave way and she brought her hands in front of her, flexing her wrists and bringing life back to the muscles in her arms.

Dominic tossed the knife back onto the floor and then started undoing his pants. Her insides stirred as his erection sprung free; she wanted to reach out and touch him, but she remained in a paralysed state on the couch. He took a seat beside her, the couch sinking slightly with his weight.

"Come here." He took a firm, but not unkind, grip on her upper arm and guided her back onto his lap. This time, rather than being face down, she sat facing him, her legs entwined around his waist. It was an intimate position, staring directly into his dark eyes. He brushed a few strands of fallen hair back from her face, studying her features. She felt like looking away, his intense gaze made her nervous, but she found herself studying him too. She knew from Nathan's explanation that he was roughly around the same age as her brother, but his masculine features looked more aged than Nathan's. There were lines of exhaustion under his eyes which she was certain hadn't been there when she had been in captivity, and his eyes themselves looked glary from lack of sleep.

Dominic's hands found her ass and she flinched slightly at the contact, her bottom still feeling the effect of his strikes. He carefully lifted her up so he could adjust himself, and then she felt him pressing against her entrance. Kailee let out a small desperate moan, dampening at the anticipation of him inside her. But, to her surprise, he waited there, hovering against her, making her ache for him. She narrowed her eyes. The bastard wanted her to make the choice. She so desperately wanted to say no, but there was no turning back now. Slowly, she pushed her hips forward, allowing him to slide, inch by inch, deep inside her. Dominic made a deep sound in the back of his throat, his eyes darkening with lust. He placed his hands on her tiny waist and leaned back into the couch, allowing her to take control.

Unaccustomed to being the one in charge, Kailee moved slowly at first, testing the waters. She lifted her hips, drawing her pelvis backwards and letting him almost slip completely out of her, then moved forward again, teasing both of them. She could see the desperation in Dominic's eyes; it was evidently difficult for him to not just grab her and take over. While her hips continued to move, her hands gently explored his chest, her fingertips brushing over dark hair and rippled muscle. Dominic's eyes closed, his forehead creased. When her hand came to the centre of his chest, he flinched and his right hand came roughly around her wrist. She froze. His eyes had opened and now he looked up at her with an intense gaze. As she stared into his dark eyes she could feel his heartbeat under her palm. It was slow and steady, but gradually building. His chest rose and fell with each breath he took. Her own breath had also quickened. His expression was always so dark, so tortured and she wondered what his smile looked like; not the vengeful smirk he often held in her presence, but his natural, peaceful smile.

"So much anger... " she whispered.

"What?" Dominic's frown deepened. She hadn't realised she'd voiced her thoughts. Her eyes dropped, not wanting to be punished for her words. Dominic's hand tightened around her wrist. "What did you say?"

"Anger," Kailee spoke softly, "There's so much of it inside you."

"Yes." Dominic released her wrist and instead gripped her hips. He roughly pulled her forward, his cock filling her forcefully and making Kailee cry out in surprise. "And you have an exceptional talent for bringing it out." His teeth grazed threateningly along the length of her neck and she shivered.

"You need to let go," she whispered. He responded by biting her neck; it wasn't painful, but it wasn't exactly gentle either. She hissed and then spoke again. "You're not one to bask in an anguished past, either." She quoted him from the first night they'd spent together. "But that's exactly what you're doing."

Dominic growled loudly and a firm hand found her throat. Kailee's eyes widened, expecting him to choke her, to hit her, to punish her in some way for her words. His chest was heaving angrily, a murderous look in his eyes. But instead of striking out, his mouth crashed into hers, kissing her ferociously. His right hand tightened around her throat, but didn't cut off her airway. His left hand moved to her lower back and he used that angle to hold her in one place. Then he began to thrust in and out of her, fucking her senselessly.

"Oh God!" She moaned desperately into his mouth, the pounding of his cock making her dizzy with pleasure. When his mouth left hers, she wanted to lean against him, the sensations exhausting her, but his strong hand around her throat kept her upright. He stared into her eyes as he thrusted, the intensity in his eyes further warming her. His cock grinded directly into her g-spot and she could feel herself being pushed towards the edge. As her climax approached, his hand tightened even further around her throat to the point where she struggled to find her breath.

"Dom-inic..." Her hands came over his in an effort to loosen his grip, but then her orgasm hit with such force that her body convulsed in a state of ecstasy she'd never experienced before. Her mouth opened and she let out a silent scream, her pussy pulsating desperately around his cock. She was so overwhelmed by the sensations that she barely noticed Dominic coming hard inside her. It was only as he released her throat, that she realised he had stopped moving. Her body gave in to exhaustion and her head fell to his shoulder, her legs shaking uncontrollably. She felt Dominic's lips against her forehead, but her eyes remained closed.

They sat there intertwined for a while and gradually both of their breaths began to slow. Then Dominic moved to get up, lifting her from his lap and then placing her gently back on the couch. Almost immediately she wished he was touching her again. He started pulling his pants on, his eyes searching the floor for his belt. Kailee watched him from her seated position, still dazed from their lovemaking.

"You should fix your dress," Dominic muttered as he collected the strip of leather from the ground. His voice sounded bland without the angry passion it had held earlier in the night. Kailee frowned up at him.

"What do you mean?"

"Your dress," he said with irritation, not looking up at her. "You can't go back out there with it up around your waist."

Kailee shook her head with confusion. "You're just going to let me go?"

"The ransom's been paid. You're not my hostage anymore."

"I... I don't understand." She felt a lump forming in her throat; he didn't want her anymore? She felt so stupid. Of course he didn't. She was just a means to an end, a way of getting to her brother. She should be thankful he was releasing her. Instead, she felt a wretched, dull ache deep within her chest.

"Go." Dominic turned his back to her and started straightening up his tie. "You shouldn't leave your French boyfriend waiting." he said bitterly.

Kailee frowned. French boyfriend? It dawned on her that he must have seen her with Jean Marc earlier. "Dominic... " she looked up at him, but he wouldn't meet her eyes.

"Go home, Kailee. We're done here."

Tears filled her eyes and she brushed them away hastily. Stumbling to her feet, she straightened out her crumpled dress and tried to ignore the evidence she could feel running down her legs. She pushed past Dominic and pulled open the door, rushing down the stairway. The music was louder than before, the night becoming less of a formality and more of a party. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, her heel got caught up in her skirts and she slipped on the last step, landing hard on her knees.

"Ugh!" She ignored the pain shooting up both legs and staggered to her feet, eager to get out of the building and away from this mess. Then she heard the drunken jeers of the Duchenne boys and their friends.

"Well, well, look what we have here." The oldest, Rob Duchenne, stood and drank in Kailee's body hungrily. He looked back at the others, who bantered along with him in response. Kailee noticed the drunken glaze in his eyes as he observed her cleavage eagerly. She was embarrassed to say she'd once been attracted to this filth. "You look a little flustered, beautiful. What were you doing upstairs?" He gave her a sleazy, knowing smile, then leaned in closer, softly brushing a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "Want to slip back up there with me while big brother's not around to stop us?"

Kailee moved to slap him hard across the face, but before she could, Dominic swooped in out of nowhere and shoved him hard against the wall. Rob's expression changed from one of confusion to recognition, then he smiled casually. "Holy shit, Dom, it's been years! I had no idea you were here tonight."

Dominic's eyes were murderous as he held Rob firmly against the wall. "Did he touch you?"

There was a moment of silence before Kailee realised he was speaking to her. She was so overwhelmed by everything that had happened tonight she couldn't seem to find her voice. Rob's gaze went from Kailee, back to Dominic and a hint of understanding crossed his features. "Woah, Dom, I had no idea you two had something going on, man." He raised his arms slowly, gesturing for Dominic to calm. "A loose girl like that, you know, she could be sleeping with anyone. It was an honest mistake."

Kailee's blood boiled and her face reddened in anger. "You fucking asshole!" She moved to attack him, but Dominic struck first. His fist landed hard into Rob's abdomen and he slid to the floor with a loud groan.

A few people had started to gather and suddenly Nathan came around the corner, a concerned look on his face. He took in Kailee's angry expression, then his eyes moved to Rob Duchenne on the floor in pain. "What the hell is going on?!" He moved quickly towards the crumpled mess on the ground. "Rob, I thought I made it clear to you that if you ever touched my sister again I'd fucking kill you."

Rob let out a raspy laugh while trying to catch his breath. He looked up at Nathan, a sly smile on his face. "Why don't you ask your old friend Dominic what's going on." Nathan looked up in astonishment and finally noticed Dominic, who had been standing inconspicuously near the stairwell. There was no hint of emotion in his eyes, just that same steely look he held so well. Rob chuckled. "He's the one boning your sister."

Nathan's eyes turned back to Kailee. She felt his eyes run over her dishevelled state, noticing her messy hair, her smudged lipstick and her crumpled dress. She saw his fists clench in anger before he turned back to Dominic, a determined hatred in his eyes. Kailee collected the hem of her dress and bolted towards the exit as fast as she could.



Ransom Demand



Eighteen year old Hope has been kidnapped in Mexico by a rich, powerful politician. He requires that her Aunt, twenty-five year old Sara, become his sex slave for thirty days. Hope is held captive to make sure that Sara fulfills her obligations. This is a continuation of that story. 

Visiting Kristina

Kristina opened the door to the room where they were holding Hope. Her father had allowed her to play with her today, to take her to her room. 

Hope turned toward the door as it opened, a young girl, her age, entered. Hope was still bound to the chair, her legs spread wide, naked from the waist up. Her nipples still ached from the abuse the three men had given them, the cool air keeping them erect. She saw the girl smile at her. 

"Unite her and give her blouse back. She is coming with me," Kristina ordered one of the men.

"Yes, Senorita Kristina." One of the men began to untie her legs, not missing a chance to run his hands up her legs as he did. Another undid her arms.

Hope rubbed her wrists as she brought her arms forward, then realized that her breasts were still naked. She brought her arms up, cupping her breasts, feeling the pointed nipples pressed into the palm of her hands. Her blouse was handed to her and she hurriedly put it on, the embarrassment returning of being naked in front of strange men returning, even though she had been bound to the chair, half naked for over twelve hours.

Kristina moved towards Hope, her arm wrapping around her shoulder. "My name is Kristina, this is my fathers house. Come let us go to my room, where you will be much more comfortable and we will be alone." Kristina gently pushed Hope out the door and they moved down the corridor, two of the guards following closely behind.

"Thank you, why am I here?" Hope asked.

"Shhhh, wait until we get to me room." Kristina led her up and down many hallways until they were at the end, two large doors looming. "In here," opening the door into her bedroom. They both entered, Kristina closing the door behind them, the men still on the other side.

Hope looked around the room, it was enormous. It had a small living room at one end, two chairs and a couch. The bed was a large, four poster, canopy bed, a plush comforter adorning it. Four pillows stood at the head of the bed. A padded bench was at the end. The floor was carpeted in deep plush. Two large windows opened to the outside, by the view, they must be at least on the third floor. A large bathroom could be seen over to the side, a glass enclosed shower that was bigger then Hopes bedroom, inside. "You have a beautiful bedroom. Can we talk now?"

"Yes we can. I have a lot of privacy here, though the guards are right outside the door. They are very heavy, solid doors, so you could even yell in here and they would not hear." She did not tell her of the cameras or the microphones around the room and in the bathroom. Or that her father, uncle and brother were watching them on television screens. No, she would not need to know that. 

"Why am I here, why was I kidnapped?"

"You are being held for ransom by my father. In order to gain your safe release, your Aunt Sara must consent to be used sexually for thirty days by whomever my father desires. I have seen Sara and she is a very sexual and beautiful woman. As long as she continues to perform, you will not be hurt. If she fails, you are the one who will suffer."

"How could you father do such a thing, why do you not stand up to him?" Hope blurted out, afraid of how Kristina would react to the harsh criticism. 

"How dare you criticize my father! With parents like yours, you have nothing to criticize," she shouted at Hope, watching her expression of surprise on Hope's face.

"My parents would never do anything like that!" she exclaimed.

"No, then let me show you something that I stole from my father." She moved over to the television set and put a tape in the VCR. It began, a picture of Kevin, Hope's father, naked, his cock pushing into Sara's asshole as she screamed in pain.  "Maybe you would rather see this," fast forwarding until she came to a part of the tape showing Karen, her mother, sucking Kristina's fathers cock, it spurting her mouth full of cum as you could see her throat moving up and down, swallowing the cum. "I don't think your know your parents very much. I don't think you have any right to criticize," an anger in her voice.

Hope did not understand the whole situation. She could not believe that this was happening to her. Only days ago she was in the United States, safe in high schools final days. Now she was in Mexico, kidnapped, stripped to her waist and molested while her aunt was a sex slave. And her mother and father were acting like they were a couple in heat. How could this be happening, her mind clouded, her judgement waning. "I'm sorry, I don't know what is going on, I don't understand. I'm not sure what I should be doing," tears beginning to form in the corner of her eyes. She was beginning to become exhausted. Not allowed to sleep, bound, molested and always in fear for her safety.

Kristina moved toward Hope on the couch, sitting next to her, putting her arm around her and pulling her close. "I understand, it is tough on you, but you must learn to obey. You still have a long time to stay here. If you are in my room, I can protect you. But when you go back to where they are holding you, I cannot help you. You will be at their mercy and they do not care about you. You are just a way to force your aunt to perform for them. They will do whatever is necessary to you to make her do it." She pulled her closer to her, breathing in the smell of fear in Hope. She heard Hope begin to sob. Yes, she had her now, she would do what she wanted. She looked up and smiled, smiled at the cameras. The taping would begin.

"Please protect me, I cannot stand those men. They hurt me before. Let me stay here," Hope looking up at Kristina, her eyes pleading. 

"We'll see, as I said, you must obey, her arm pulling her tighter into her. She smelled so good, so ripe. "Did they hurt you?"

"Yes, they stripped off my blouse and bra and then they abused me. All three of them, they put their hands all over my breasts, especially my nipples. They seemed to love to hurt me. Their fingers would squeeze my nipples, pulling and twisting them. I thought they were trying to tear them off." She continued to sob. 

"Poor girl, I have something that will be good for them. It is a cream. I will get it. Take off your blouse," her voice firm as she started walking towards the bathroom.

"Nooo, that's OK, it will be all right," Hope stammered out. She did not want to be half-naked again, even if it was another girl.

"I'm only trying to help you, if you would rather leave, that's fine," her voice rather abrupt. She looked at Hope, her eyes piercing.

Hope saw her expression. She did not want to go back, she knew what would happen there. She was not sure with Kristina, but it couldn't be any worse. "No, I'm sorry, get the crème," her hands moving to the blouse, Kristina watching as she unbuttoned it. She looked up, Kristina still watching. She let the blouse slip from her shoulders and removed it, laying it on the couch beside her. She moved her hands up, covering her breasts, her head down, not wanting to see the stare.

Kristina went to the bathroom and got the bottle of body lotion. It was in a non-descriptive bottle, so Hope would not know that it was just plain ordinary body lotion. She returned to the couch, Hope still sitting there, her hands barely able to cover her naked breasts, head down. "You are a very beautiful girl, Hope, the boys must really like you. Do you have a steady boyfriend?"

"No, I don't date much. Daddy is very strict. He says he wants me to concentrate on school first, boys later," feeling a little bit more comfortable.

"Are you still a virgin?" Kristina asking. "Are you waiting until you get married to give your husband your virginity."

Hope blushed, "yes, I know it is old fashion, but I want my husband to be my first. I want it to be romantic and wonderful. I don't even make out much. Other girls at school let boys do much more. I don't. The evil men were the first ones to even see my naked breasts, never mind touch them.  I had seen penises before, not real ones, only pictures. To see my dad's was terrible. To see what he was doing to Sara and where. Why would anyone want to put his penis in a woman's behind? I thought only gay guys did that?"

Kristina smiled, a virgin. Not even worth asking if she had ever been with another girl before. Daddy can have Sara, I want Hope she thought. "I'm no longer a virgin, I was raped by a relative a long time ago. I've gotten over it since then. Men can just be so selfish. Only looking out for what can get from you. Here, let me put some of this special crème on you. It will help a lot."

Hope looked up and stammered, " I can do it, that's OK."

"No, I insist, I almost feel responsible for what they did. Men can be such pigs. Even my father and yours. Now put down your hands," her voice turning authoritative again. She watched as Hope meekly lowered her hands. Such great tits she had, nice full breasts, large nipples, I bet I could make them stick out over an inch. And her areola, a rich dark color, accenting the pink of her nipples. No wonder they wanted at her tits. I wish mine were as large, she thought. "You have lovely breasts, much bigger then mine."

Hope put her eyes down, not wanting to look directly at Kristina. She had this feeling that something was not right, but the exhaustion and fear was taking their toll on her. She no longer had the will to fight any longer. She was tired. And anything was better then the men waiting outside the door. She heard the swishing sound of a liquid poured in hands, the sound of the hands rubbing together. She knew they would soon be on her body, bracing herself for when they would. "AAAAWWWW," she gasped, the soft gentle fingers touching her breasts surprised her. This is not what she expected. She expected similar to the evil men, cruel fingers searching out her intimate body. "MMMMM," she moaned, "that feels good," the fingers hefting her breasts, running intimately over the flesh, massaging the smooth oil into her skin. She held her breath in anticipation as the fingers moved around and around her nipples, but not yet touching. They left for a minute, returning again with more oil, massaging again. One hand hefting up her right breast, the other hands fingers rubbing sensuously over her exposed flesh, still not touching her nipple.

"Such lovely breasts, so smooth, do you like that Hope? Do you want me to continue? Ask me, Hope, ask me to continue." Kristina played with Hopes emotions, forcing her to ask, making her beg for Kristina's attention. She ran her finger around the right nipple, still not touching, letting the nail of one finger drag over the areola, watching as tiny bumps appeared.

Hope arched her back, pushing her right breast further into Kristina's hand, "yes, please, yes, continue, that feels so good," her eyes shut, feeling the smooth hand gliding over her breast. Please, please touch my nipples before they burst, she thought.


"Open your eyes, I want you to look at me," commanding Hope again. She was learning to obey, her eyes opening immediately. She watched Hope's face as her fingers moved to her nipple, the oiled fingers running sensuously over the hard bud. 

"OOOOHHH, GGGGOOOD," her back arching higher, pushing her nipple into the fingers, she could feel her pussy getting wet. This had never happened to her before. Another girl was touching her and she was getting wet from it. She felt her nipple almost burst as the fingers rubbed over the nub, oil massaging the erect bud, fingernails slowly running over the tip. She thought she could almost cum from her nipples being touched.

Kristina could see the lust in Hopes eyes, her fingers continuing the exploration of her tits. Her other hand moved back to her left breast, fingers searching out and finding the other nipple, shudders running through Hopes body as her nipples were manipulated. "Do you like me touching your nipples, Hope?" her fingers tightening on the erect nipples, now almost an inch long, hard and erect.

"It has never felt like that before, yes, I like that." She felt the hands grab her breasts and gently squeeze them, her hard nipples rubbing over the palm of the hands. They continued to run over her flesh, rubbing, teasing, massaging the oil in her teenage breasts. Fingers pulled and tugged on her nipples, not like the men, soft, yet domineering. She watched the hands moved down, off of her breasts, her eyes searching Kristina's for why.

"I wish had I big tits like yours, mine are so much smaller," her fingers going to the buttons of her blouse, unbuttoning them to her waist, pulling the blouse off and dropping it to the couch to fall next to Hopes. Kristina's hands moved up to her own breasts, cupping them with her hands, her fingers plucking at her nipples, feeling them get hard.

"You have beautiful breasts, they don't have to be big to be beautiful," Hope blurted out. She did not know how to respond, one minute her breasts were being rubbed, the next Kristina was half-naked next to her, comparing their breasts.

"Touch them, rub some oil in them, maybe than I will believe you," Kristina taunted her. Kristina watched the expression on Hope's face. She had learned, having been taught herself, how to make a female turn submissive. It is a matter of always keeping the individual on the edge, never letting them back down. "I said touch them, I told you about obeying," her voice rising in tone again. She smiled as Hope picked up the bottle of oil and applied some to her hands, rubbing them both together, slowly, delaying the inevitable. "Don't be afraid," her hands moving up and again hefting up Hope's breasts, her fingers moving back over the nipples, watching as they perked up into hard points. "See how good it can feel," her fingers tightening on the nipples, now almost an inch long, a fingernail painfully dragging on the tip, feeling Hope's body shudder, not in pain, but in pleasure.

Hope moved her hands up and touched Kristina's breasts, moving them slowly over the flesh, massaging in the oil. She sucked in her breath as Kristina's fingers lightly traced over her nipples, feeling the fingernail igniting a pleasurable bit of pain, not like that the men did to her. They did it to hear her moan of pain, not of pleasure. She arched her back again, pushing her breasts into Kristina's welcoming hands, wanting more. She ran her fingers over Kristina's nipples, matching what was done to her, learning, her eyes looking deeply into hers. They were not as big as hers, but the nipples were hard and erect, the aureole not as dark, more of a light brown, but the size of silver dollars. She continued to tease the nipples, copying what was being done to her, feeling Kristina move closer to her, their faces only inches apart, her eyes drawn to hers almost hypnotically.

"Do you like it when I squeeze your nipples, Hope?" The fingers tightened on the harden tips, feeling them squeeze tightly between her fingertips. "It is not like the men did to you, only a girl could make you feel this way." She felt her nipples pinched harder, loving the feeling of pain rushing to the tips.

Oh, God, it felt so good, Hope panting as they both continued to manipulate each other. "Yes," her voice begging, "yes." She tightened her fingers on Kristina's nipples, pushing a fingernail into the tip. She arched her back, waiting for the response from Kristina, hoping that she would reciprocate. "AAAGGHH," Kristina's nail digging into the hard flesh, the pain shooting down to her wet pussy. She pulled back, stretching her nipples, hoping for more of the delicious pain. It felt so good.

"Yes, you like that don't you, Hope. It feels good." Kristina removed her hands from Hope's breasts, her hands moving up to her face, pulling her towards her, their eyes meeting, only inches apart. She pushed her breasts into Hope, the electrifying touch as their nipples touched the naked skin of each other. Kristina moved her body, slowly rubbing her hard nipples over Hopes, their bodies jerking in pleasure when their nipples met. She moved in closer, her mouth searching Hope's. She saw the puzzlement in Hope's face as their lips met, sweet, hot lips, touching, her tongue moving out, searching out Hope's tongue. It shot out into Hope's mouth, feeling for her tongue, rubbing over her lips, bathing her with her juices.

Hope was scared. It felt so good, their naked breasts rubbing over each other, her nipples about to burst as they caressed the hard points of Kristina's breasts. She felt Kristina move closer. She knew she was going to kiss her. She was confused, tired, her defenses crushed. She had never felt this way before. The lips touched her and her pussy seemed to get wetter, feeling a dampness between her thighs. She felt the tongue and knew she would have to respond. She pushed her tongue out, searching, running it over the tongue that filled her mouth. She could feel the hot tongue, probing, running over the inside of her mouth, the lips crushing hers, their breasts moving sensuously over each other, the hard nipples pushed into each other. She moaned in Kristina's mouth, the responding tongue acknowledging her response.

Kristina felt Hope's surrender. She was hers. She had won. Now it was only a matter of time. She would take it slow, making Hope beg for it. Making her strip slowly for her, spread her legs. She hoped they were enjoying the view, her father, her uncle, her brother. They had taught her well on how to perform. She would do the same to Hope. 

Kristina moved back to Hope's mouth, her lips searching hers, her tongue darting again in Hope's hot mouth. She felt her shudder again as their naked breasts and nipples again touched. Kristina's mouth moved down to Hope's neck, her tongue leaving a trail down, moving down toward her breasts. She looked up and saw the lust in Hope's eyes, knowing that soon her lips would encase the hard buds of her breasts. She let her mouth run between the cleavage of her breasts, her cheeks rubbing hard against the breasts, her tongue still leaving traces of hot saliva in its path. She moved to Hope's right breast, her tongue moving sensuously over the flesh, tasting her, feeling her arch her back again, waiting for the moment when her nipples would be touched. "What do you want me to do, Hope? Tell me?" Her head stood still, her tongue running over the young breasts, but still staying away from the hard nipples. She blew on it, hearing a moan come from Hope's lips. 

"Your lips, put your lips and tongue on my nipple, please, please," she begged. She tried to move her breast closer to Kristina's mouth, but she moved with them. "Oh, God, please, please." Her hips moved on the sofa, her pussy soaking wet. What is happening to me, she thought.

Kristina waited, teasing, her tongue moving closer and closer, now licking over the areola, the cool air blowing on the wet breast. She could see her nipple, it swelled in anticipation. She blew on it, felt the shudder in Hope's body and then wrapped her lips tightly onto the hard nipple. 

"AAAAWWWWW," she moaned, arching her back higher, forcing her nipple into Kristina's mouth, "OOOOOHHHHH," feeling the lips holding it tightly, the tongue now beginning to dance over it, stimulating it. It lapped back and forth over the sensitive tip, bathing it in saliva, lips sucking on the dark brown areola, sucking it further into Kristina's mouth. 

Kristina left a trail of wet saliva on Hope's breasts as she moved from one to the other. Her fingers moved to the right breast, searching out the nipple, still wet and began to lightly snap at it with her fingertips, hearing the noise as her fingernail slapped against it with a light thump. She found the other nipple, her mouth again clamping tightly onto it, sucking it further into her mouth. Her tongue lapped at the trapped morsel, running over it, bathing the tip. Her teeth bit down on the areola, more breast pushed in her mouth as Hope begged for more. She let her teeth move back, finding the hard nipple and begin to bite softly onto it.




Ransom Demand Ch. 02



Chapter 2: More Adventures with Kristina

Hope fell asleep naked, her thighs covered in her own cum, glistening in the light of the room. The exhaustion of her bondage by the guards and now the sexual tension and resulting orgasms by Kristina had taken the toll on her young body, slumping to the bed, escaping from the reality of her existence into a deep slumber.

Kristina paced the room, still naked from her encounter with Hope, gathering up some toys to use on Hope when she would wake her up. She looked at the hidden camera aimed at the bed and slowly pulled the blanket off Hopes naked body, exposing her to the voyeuristic eye in the wall again. Hope was curled up into a fetal position, her breasts hidden by her arms, her hands tucked between her legs. It had been a little over a hour since their sexual encounter and Kristina was ready for more. It was important to keep Hope on the edge of exhaustion, making her a willing slave to Kristina's domination and control. Kristina sat on the bed next to Hope, brushing the hair out of Hopes face so the camera would have a clear picture of her face. She could hardly wait to see the Internet pictures that came from the last encounter, innocent little Hope would be the star of the Internet. Many hard cocks would be masturbated to the cries of ecstasy by Hope as she was girl fucked by Kristina. 

Hope stirred, but did not awaken as she dreamed of feminine fingers touching her naked body again. "MMMM," she moaned as the thoughts of her orgasms under the skillful manipulation of Kristina raced through her mind.

Kristina smiled as she heard the soft murmuring of Hope as she ran her hands over the naked body before her. She laid Hope on her back again, her eyes not even fluttering open as she was pushed back. Her arms were pulled up to over her head, her naked breasts now exposed to the camera again. Small red marks showed on her breasts, testament to the nibbling bites by Kristina on the perky tits. Kristina ran her fingers over the nipples, watching as they snapped to attention again, sharp points staring at the camera lens. She moved her hands down the flat plain of her stomach, slowing pushing in on the tight flesh until it reached the sparse patch of pubic hair, shaped into a cute triangle. She moved to one side and began to slowly part her left leg, watching as Hopes pussy lips slowly spread open to the camera. The leg reached the edge of the bed and Kristina moved to the other side to begin again, the right leg now moving until her legs were spread obscenely. She let her fingers play over the open pussy, pulling back the pussy lips wide, her pink insides exposed to the leering camera lens. She ran her finger between the spread lips, feeling the moisture already begin to form. She saw the hips begin a slow movement as her finger became more insistent, moving up and down the slit until it reached her clit. She pushed the clit hood out of the way, exposing the bright red bud to the camera. She placed her fingers on each side of it, putting pressure on it, watching as she slowly squeezed it tightly.

Hope suddenly realized that the dreams of feminine fingers playing with her body were not a dream. Her eyes opened wide, finding Kristina playing with her naked and spread pussy again. She smiled as she felt the experience fingers again begin to stimulate her sex organ. "So tired, please, so tired," she murmured, but her hips were already fucking back on the fingers.

"I'm bored. If I can't play with you, I guess I will go out. I will give you back to the guards and they can keep you company. Would you like that, would you like for the men to tie you up again?"

Hope snapped to awake, afraid of what the men would do to her. "No, please don't go. What are you going to do?" she asked.

"I want to cum again. Don't you?"

Hope was tired, but the experienced fingers of Kristina were already sexually arousing her. She allowed her legs to spread even wider, lying on the bed, her legs spread in a wide "X". Her arms were over her head, her body open and exposed to whatever Kristina wanted to do to her. She felt like she was bound, unable to stop Kristina from whatever perversion she wished to perform on her. And it was making her pussy slick in anticipation. She had never thought of it before, but she was enjoying her submission. She wondered what it would be like if the men did the same thing to her. Would it also make her wet?

"Turn over on your belly, hands over your head," Kristina instructed her, watching as she slowly sat up and turned over, first on her knees, her pussy pouch peeking out between her legs. She watched as Hope lay flat on the bed, her arms reaching up high, touching the headboard. They gripped the headboard tightly, as if she was bound to them. "You like being ordered to perform, don't you Hope. We will see how good you do. You will learn to do many new things today. You will learn to pleasure me with your tongue, but not before I eat that pretty pussy of yours! Good girl," watching as Hope lay on the bed submissively, her naked ass pointed at the glaring camera.

Hope lay on the bed, trembling in fear. Ever since she saw the tape of her father putting his penis in the backside of Sara, she feared that others would do the same to her. Kristina had already pierced her asshole with her fingers, masturbating her to orgasm with her bottom stuffed full of fat fingers. She did not know what was in store for her virgin asshole. She felt hands touching her ass cheeks, rubbing them sensuously, moving them around, her ass cheeks spreading open and closed, her anus exposed to the cool air of the room. "AAAAWWWW," she yelled as a loud crack filled the room, a sharp burning pain rushing up from her exposed ass cheeks as a hand had harshly spanked her naked behind. "Why did you do that?" Hope yelled.

Kristina smiled, her hand returning to massage the hot flesh, already turn a light pink in color. Her hand reached down farther, pushing between Hopes tightly clenched thighs, seeking out her pussy. She found what she was looking for, a wet pussy. "That is why, your pussy is wet. You want me to do it." She raised her hand and smacked the other cheek this time, Hopes body jerking in response, but her arms clenched the headboard tightly, making no attempt to stop the spanking or to turn over. "Yes," the hand slapping down lower this time, spanking the tender skin of her legs right below her cheeks. "Spread open, Hope, spread your legs open," the hand slapping the other leg this time, watching as they slowly began to part. "Good girl," slapping a tender inner thigh as it was exposed, seeing the leg push outward in response to the pain. "More, spread wider, let me see your pussy and asshole open up to me again," slapping first one inner thigh before quickly moving to the other side, Hopes thighs turning red in response to the abuse. 

The camera recorded every movement as the girl on the bed slowly allowed her most intimate parts of her body to be exposed to the glaring camera and to the sharp smacks of Kristina's hands. Kristina moved her legs wider and wider, her inner thighs receiving the painful slaps as she did. She could feel the dampness of the bed beneath her, knowing that her pussy was soaking wet.

"On your side," Kristina ordered, pulling Hope over by her leg until she lay on her side, her arms still tightly clenching the headboard. She pulled Hopes leg up, her inner thighs now completely exposed, as was her wet pussy. She bent the leg back farther, hearing Hope groan in pain her legs were obscenely bent and her crotch exposed. "So open," smiling as she pulled her exposed sex towards the camera. "Sllllapp," her hand beating on the exposed inner thigh, only inches from her wet sex. "SsSSSLLLAAAAPPP," again, this time the other side. Her fingers grabbed Hopes pussy, feeling the wetness as they sank tightly between the spread lips. "So wet, you like being taken, don't you," her hand pulling her leg up high, raising Hopes ass up from the bed. "SSSSPPPLLLAAT," the hand hitting hard on the exposed ass cheeks.

The camera continued to film the spanking of Hopes naked body, zooming in as the hand moved dangerously near the wet pussy. Kristina pulled Hope completely over onto her back, grabbing her by her spread legs as she moved her into the position she wanted. Her tits were arched up, her arms still clutching the headboard, her legs spread wide, her pussy lips open. "SSSMMMACKK," a sharp smack to the inner thigh, pushing the leg open even wider. "SSSMMMACCK," this time to the other inner thigh, the flesh turning red from the brutal spanking. Kristina waited until Hopes thighs spread open wider and then swung her arm and hit Hope with the flat of her hand fully on her wet and exposed pussy.

"AAAWWWWWGG," Hope yelled, her head popping up, but her hands, almost white from clenching onto the headboard did not move, as the pain shot into her exposed sex. She barely had time to recover before she was subject to a second, more painful spank on her pussy. "OOOOWW," she cried out, her hips rising up and down, the pain shooting into her brain.

Kristina sat back on the bed, watching Hope as she whimpered in pain. Her hand reached for Hopes exposed pussy and pushed between her pussy lips. She pulled her hand away, glistening from the juices. "Would you like me to eat your pussy now, Hope? Move my tongue up and down your slit until you cum in my mouth?"

Hope was embarrassed. Embarrassed and humiliated. While the spanking had hurt, it also felt good. She did not understand the mixed feelings. Her pussy was so hot, hot from the spanking, but also sexually aroused from the feeling of domination that Kristina had over her body. While she never had anyone eat her pussy before, not even a boy, let alone a girl, she knew that she craved it. "Please, please," she begged, bringing her legs up and letting them fall to the side, the plane of her sex exposed to whatever Kristina desired to due to her.

Kristina peeled back Hope's pussy lips, exposing the pink inner lips to the camera. She licked her lips in anticipation. Hope was so wet and Kristina loved the taste of pussy juice. She even loved it when it was mixed with sperm. Her Aunt made her eat her pussy after her Uncle fucked her and dumped a load of cum inside her. After a while, it became second nature, another part of the sexual routine that her Aunt and Uncle made her perform. Just like she was now doing to Hope. She moved her face down between Hope's legs, blowing gently on her exposed pussy, feeling Hope shudder in pleasure. She felt Hope jump, her body startled by the unexpected pleasure as Kristina's tongue made its first journey up and down the slick pussy lips. Kristina could taste the salty juice, her lips already soaked in the nectar. 

"OH, God," Hope cried out as the pleasure of the wet tongue running up and down her pussy overcame her senses. Her hips moved up, her hands still clenching the headboard tightly as she gave into the emotions taking over her body. Her body shuddered as Kristina's fingers manipulated her clit until it stood out, red and swollen and then ran her tongue over the delicate bud. "PPPLLLEEASE, don't stop," she begged. The rough tongue sliding over her clit drove her wild in desire, her hips bucking up and down on the bed, fucking Kristina's face.

Kristina hummed into Hope's pussy, her vibrating lips traveling through the slick pussy. Her tongue lapped at the slick skin before moving to her vagina. Fingers pulled it open, her tongue pushing into the slick chamber, the cry of joy ringing out in the room as Hope's inner pussy pulsated on the darting tongue. Kristina moved her tongue all over Hope's pussy, up and down the wet slit, over her engorged clit and pushed hard into her vagina, lapping at the overabundance of pussy juice. 

Hope felt Kristina's hands move up under her legs, pushing them back towards her head and she knew what was going to happen. Kristina's tongue was going to move back to her exposed anus. She did not know what the fascination was with her back passage, but she did not have the power to stop it. The tongue moved up and down her slit, each time moving lower, over the tiny bit of flesh separating her pussy to her asshole. It finally reached its destination, the wet tongue lapping at her tiny star of an anus, running over the shriveled bud. Hope shivered in ecstasy as the rough, wet tongue rubbed her asshole, igniting a lust in her young, inexperienced body. "OOHHH," arching her hips up higher, giving Kristina greater access to her sex. "AAAAWWWW," her ass cheeks clenching tightly onto the darting tongue, almost capturing it between them. 

"SSSLLLAAAPP," Kristina's hand shooting out and hitting Hope's ass cheek with a resounding force. "Keep your ass cheeks open, don't you dare tighten up on me again," she ordered her in a stern voice. Her tongue returned to Hope's asshole, now open and exposed, the tiny opening clenching open and closing as Kristina's hot breath blew on it.

Kristina grabbed the headboard tighter, forcing her ass cheeks to unclench, her asshole now unprotected and open. She did not have to wait for long before the hot breath blew over it, then the hot, wet tongue began to lap again. She gritted her teeth, pushing out on her asshole, trembling in fear, afraid she might fart on the tongue lapping at her bud, but wanting to please Kristina. She felt her asshole slowly opening, feeling strange again as she forced her sphincter to relax and let the oral digit begin to enter her back passage. She felt it stretching open, the tongue feeling hard, like a miniature cock trying to sodomize her. The tongue entered farther into her, slowly moving into her rectum, her sphincter forced to open to accept the ravishment of the tongue. 

Kristina could taste the slight musty taste of Hope's asshole as her wet tongue ran over her slick back passage, the digit grabbed tightly by Hope's sphincter. She still smelled sweet from the shower and she was use to the smell of assholes, her uncle often forced her to lick his asshole while she stroked his cock. And he was not as clean and sweet smelling as Hope. Kristina reached over and picked up a strange instrument, watching Hope's eye follow her hand. It was six inches long, a small shaft, a half-inch wide running down the center. Four deflated rubber bags hung limply from the shaft. They were made of a very thick rubber and were all connected to a large air bulb at the end of the hollow shaft.

Hope's eye widened in fear as she saw the strange instruments. She knew that she was not going to like it and she rightly figured it was going to be pushed up inside her virgin asshole. "What are you going to do with that? Hope's voice trembled in fear.

Kristina lifted her head up from between Hope's legs, a light coat of pussy juice covering her lips and chin. She licked her lips, the salty taste of Hope's cum filling her mouth. "It's going up that tight asshole of yours. It is time you felt what it was like to be filled. Watch what I can do to it once it is inserted." Kristina's fingers pumped sharply on the large air bulb. Four individually spaced balloons began to inflate. The one closest to the air bulb stopped when it was about the size of a marble, the next one about as big around as a ring. The third one was bigger, the size of a small dildo. The last one continued to inflate until it was the size of a table tennis ball. All of them a thick rubber, rigid and unflinching. They would not shrink down, even when squeezing out a tight rectum. "I'm going to pull them out of your asshole when you cum. Each one gets bigger and your rectum is going to have to stretch wide to allow them to pass through. Then it will shrink back down, to again have to stretch, this time wider, to take the next unyielding balloon."

Hope's hip rose again as the experienced tongue of Kristina returned, this time to lap again at her spread pussy. It would do no good to protest, Kristina would have her way with her. She settled back into the feelings rushing over her body as Kristina sucked her pussy lips into her mouth, stretching the puffy lips. Kristina's teeth bit gently on the flesh, her body jerking in response to the new feeling. 

She gritted her teeth as she felt the evil instrument run up and down her pussy slit, soaking up the juices that flowed freely. She felt the tip run back down between her pussy lips until it pushed against her asshole. The blunt instrument pushed against her resisting asshole, Kristina forcing it harder against the virgin asshole. She felt her asshole begin to spread open, the strange feeling of having her asshole opened, not from trying to force out something, but from having something forced in. "Mmmmggh," she moaned as her sphincter fought the intrusion, but finally lost the fight and the tip of the instrument began to be swallowed up by her asshole. She felt it slowly sinking higher into her passage, now entering her colon, the deflated balloons dragging painfully inside her. 

The tongue returned to her clit, sucking the engorged bud into Kristina's mouth, her tongue slapping at it like a punching bag. Another shove, the instrument almost fully embedded in Hope's anal passage, her hips rising from the bed to escape the cruel impalement. Kristina's hand followed Hope's movement, unwilling to let her escape. 

"OOOWW," Hope screamed as the rigid instrument poked painfully into her colon, her stomach cramping in pain. "Please, no more, it hurts," spreading her legs wider, trying to relieve the aching pain. She felt full, the instrument now fully embedded in her asshole, her sphincter continuing to spasm on the shaft, the air bulb pressed tightly against her asshole.

Kristina licked around the shaft, feeling Hope's asshole clenching on the hard rubber shaft. "Accept it, it's not going anywhere. Take a deep breath now, I'm am going to pump up the balloons. The smallest one will fill first and each one will get bigger until the final one embedded deep in your colon fills, opening your anal tract to a painful limit. You are going to have to get use to having large objects forced into your asshole. Men are such pigs, loving to hear girls scream as they sodomize virgin assholes. I have seen where they coat a girl's anal tract with horse liniment. It is very painful, but it forces the ass muscles to clench and unclench, giving a cock embedded inside a very enjoyable masturbation. My Uncle has kept his cock inside a girl for over a half an hour, not moving, letting her asshole gently produce a very desirable cum for him. It was not so for her, the liniment burns terribly."

"OOOWW, don't, it hurts," Hope cried as she heard the swoosh of air as Kristina began to pump the air bulb. The first balloon, fitted snuggly inside her rectum began to slowly expand, pushing out on her pulsating anal tract. "NNNO," as it opened wider, stretching her more then she was ever, feeling her anal tract go taut. She felt the first balloon stop growing, holding her breath in anticipation of the next.

"Deep breath, get ready, the next is bigger and will be in deeper. You can do it, be a good girl and I will make you cum," Kristina teased Hope.

"Ahhhh, Ahhhh," Hope breathing deeply, feeling full already and she knew that Kristina had just begun. Another loud swoosh, this time one, then another rapid swoosh. "OOOWW," the second balloon, bigger then the first, inflated in her anal tract, spreading her back passage wide. This one was deeper, almost in her colon, the skin stretching to accommodate the hard, rubber balloon. "No, no more, don't do it again," Hope begged, moving her hips in a circle, trying to relieved the strange, full, stretched feeling in her asshole. She felt Kristina's tongue move up and down her stretched open pussy lips, lapping at the juices flowing freely. Fingers moved over her clit, two fingers plucking the bud from beneath its hood, exposing it to the rasping tongue playing over the engorged bud. 




Ransom Demand Ch. 02



Kristina allowed Hope a moment of relaxation, continuing to eat her pussy, her fingers poised on the air bulb. Two balloons expanded, two to go, the two largest. She felt Hope's body go slump in her hands, reveling in her experienced tongue drawing an orgasm near. "Swwoosh, swoosh, swoosh," three rapid pumps of the air bulb, catching Hope off guard. Hope's hip shot up, her mouth opened in a scream.

"AAAAAAAAHHHH," the pain shooting through her asshole as she felt the next balloon, the one in her colon expand rapidly. Her fingers turned white as they clutched the headboard, tears running down her face as the excruciating pain of the suddenly inflated balloon filled her senses. Her stomach cramped, three inflated balloons now stretched tightly in her asshole. "AAGGGH, AAAGGH," unable to catch her breath. It felt like a lead pipe was pushed in her asshole, a thick lead pipe. 

Kristina's tongue ran into Hope's vagina, feeling the contracting pussy clamp on the hot tongue, trying to trap it. She heard her rapid breathing, her body tense. She ran her hand over her abdomen and pushed down, Hope jerking in pain as the hand pushed hard on the trapped balloons deep inside. "One more, Hope. The big one! This one is in deep, where you are really tight. This is where men like to push their giant pricks in. To make your stomach cramp, to make it fight back and massage their pricks until they fill you with a cum enema. Get ready, Hope."

Hope sucked in a lung full of air, holding her breath, waiting for the shooting pain that she knew was coming. The tongue continued its oral assault on her pussy, licking up and down the moist slit, over the enlarged clit, fingers opening and closing her vagina. She had never felt such pain before. It shot to her brain. The rapid sound of five "swooshes" and the sudden expansion of the huge, hard rubber balloon trapped deep inside her colon. "OOOOOOOOWWWWGGGHHH, AAGGHH, I can't stand it, don't, please don't," begging, not really knowing what she was begging for. 

Kristina stroked her body, her tongue and fingers playing over Hope's open sex. "All full now, Hope. How does it feel to be stuffed from the inside? Now I'm going to make you cum. When you cum, I'm going to slowly pull the balloons from your asshole. It is going to hurt as they pop out your little asshole. You are going to have to stretch real wide to allow them out. I want to hear you scream in pleasure and pain." She returned to the oral attention she was giving Hope's sex, her tongue racing over her oversexed pussy. While it might have been painful for Hope, it did nothing to damp her impending orgasm. She could feel her on the edge. 

Hope jerked around, her body tormented by the cruel balloons stretching her anal tract, but also from the intense pleasure of Kristina's oral ministration of her sex. The act of submission, forced to accept the painful stretching of her asshole, forced to accept the female cunnilingus were all having an effect on her. She could feel her body betraying her again, she could feel an orgasm coming on. Her hips bucked up and down, pushing her wet pussy into the waiting mouth and tongue of Kristina. "Yes, please, make me cum," she begged.

Kristina's tongue lapped at the naked flesh before her, rubbing all over the naked sex of Hope. She grabbed the shaft of the embedded instrument and gripped it tightly. "Cum for me, Hope, cum for me," and slowly began to pull the balloons from Hope's asshole. She licked all around the tightly grasping anus as the smallest of balloons slowly began to push outward, forcing it to open again and allow the withdrawal. Meanwhile, the other three, larger balloons were being pulled slowly through Hope's anal tract, stretching the passage wide.

Her hips bounced up and down, the painful withdrawal mixing with the pleasure of Kristina's tongue. Just as the first balloon began to expand her anus, her first orgasm overtook her senses. She bucked up and down, her love juices flowing over Kristina's face and mouth.

Kristina felt Hope's pussy begin to spasm on her tongue, the orgasm beginning. She pulled harder on the shaft, watching as the smallest of balloons slowly expanded Hope's anus to allow it to escape. 

"Oh, God, you're making me cccuummm," she cried out. "Oooowww," the painful passing of the first balloon through her clenching sphincter igniting a pain in her at the same time as her orgasm. The combination of pain and pleasure wracked her body. She felt her sphincter close again, the first balloon pulled through.

Kristina's tongue sucked Hope's clit into the hot confines of her mouth, her tongue playing over the sensitive tip. She felt another shudder in Hope and began to pull the next balloon through her anus. Hope's scream of pleasure was shattered as the second balloon began to pull through her anus, stretching the tight skin wide as it sought to escape the sphincter muscle gripping it tightly.

"AAAG, OOOWWW," another orgasm hitting her young body, another painful withdrawal of the rigid balloon through her clenching anus. "No more, it hurts too much," she begged, but Kristina already had two fingers pumping in and out of Hope's vagina as her tongue continued to play over her soaked pussy. She felt the slow, painful withdrawal of the cruel instrument in her asshole, the largest of the balloons feeling like it was going to tear her delicate anal tissue.

"Two more, Hope, you still have the two largest balloons, cum for me again," Kristina's tongue returning to Hope's clit, this time gently biting on the red, swollen bud. She began to pull again, the third balloon just starting to open her anus. She knew that it would have to open wide, but the last would be the worst. 

"AAAGGHH, slowwwwlly, plllease, hurts so bad," the slow, painful extraction of the balloon making her anus feel like it was burning. "GGGOOD, not again," she cried out as another orgasm was forced out of her as Kristina bit on her swollen clit. "OOOOOOWWWWWW, her anus feeling like it tore as the third balloon popped free from the confines of her asshole, her anus shrinking quickly back to size. She still felt stretched, the largest of the balloons now only an inch from her clenching anus.

"One more Hope, just one more. This is the biggest, your asshole is going to have to stretch wide to allow this one." She pulled on the shaft, watching as Hope's anus began to stretch. Harder she pulled, Hope's anus now almost white as it was stretched to painful proportions. 

"OOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW, no don't, no more!" She cried out. Her body went limp in pain, the pain blocking any future orgasms. "OOOHHH, GGGGOOOD, you're killlinnnng me," she yelled as it felt like her asshole was being branded with a hot iron.

Kristina watched the last ball size balloon pop out of Hope's asshole, her once tiny anus now a gaping hole, clenching and unclenching in response to the painful stretching it had to endure. Kristina felt Hope's body slump down in sexual exhaustion. She ran her tongue over her lips, soaking up Hope's pussy juice glistening on her face and lips. Kristina got up from the bed and moved toward Hope's head, kneeling down next to it. "On your back, hands down by your side," she ordered her. 

"Now what," Kristina cried out, exhausted from the multiple orgasms and the painful stretching of her asshole. She saw Kristina move over her body, legs pushed on both sides of her head, her pussy only inches from her face. She knew what would be required. She would have to eat Kristina's pussy and make her cum, just as she had done to her.

"Stick out your tongue and run it over my wet pussy. Do a good job and make me cum on your face," feeling the first touch of Hope's tongue run up and down her slit. The tongue was first hesitant, then began to explore in earnest, moving from her clit back to the bottom of her pussy lips. "Don't forget my asshole, tongue it like I did you."

Hope's tongue moved all over Kristina's open sex. Hands held her head tightly, forcing it up and down, back and forth, making her suck Kristina's pussy. "Yes, you learn well, Hope, make me cum."

Kristina's Uncle and Father watched Kristina orgasm on Hope's face, her pussy juice coating Hope's face. They stroked their cocks as they watched the girl sex. "I think we should join them, don't you," Kristina's father said. "You can have Kristina, I want to teach this little girl what men want to do to her body." He put his cock back into his pants and they began to walk upstairs to Kristina's room. 

The girls lay slumped in the bed, satisfied, the smell of pussy juice filling the room. The telephone rang, Kristina answering it. "Yes, Daddy. Yes, I will make sure. Yes, I will get her dressed. Yes, something very sexy, a short skirt."

Hope looked up in surprise. "What does your father want?"

"He wants us to take a shower and get dressed. My uncle and father are coming to pay you a visit. Hurry now, get up and get cleaned up. He will be here soon."

"Why, what is he going to do?"

"I suspect he is going to fuck you and make you suck him off. And my Uncle will probably do the same to me. You don't want to say no to my father. It could be very painful. Now quickly, get your ass in the shower. I will help you," pulling Hope from the bed into the large bathroom and into the shower. 

To Be Continued...



Ransom Demand



Hope felt Kristina's teeth on her nipple and thought she was going to cum. She pushed harder, wanting more, wanting the teeth to bite harder. "Please, feels so good, bite, please, harder, please. OOOOOOWWWW," her hips raising up from the couch as Kristina did as she wanted. She bit down hard, grinding her teeth on the delicate morsel. "OOOOH, YYYYEEESSS,' her hands reaching down to Kristina's head, pushing her into her flesh, urging her on.

Kristina pulled her mouth from her nipple, but not before giving it one last bite.  She could feel the nipple, hard between her teeth as she ground onto it, Hope screaming in pain or pleasure. She moved her head away, her fingers finding it again, both of Hope's nipples now gripped firmly by Kristina's hands. She lightly pulled and twisted them as Hope moved her hips about the couch. She moved her head up, looking into Hope's eyes. "Suck my nipples, Hope, do I like I did. Can you do that for me?"

Hope looked at her and then moved her head down, wetting her lips as her head moved to Kristina's breasts. She wanted to do this, she wanted to taste them as Kristina had done to her. Her lips touched them, her tongue already out, lapping lightly over them, feeling them harden in her mouth. She sucked them like Kristina had done. After sucking one nipple to hardness, she moved over to the other, her fingers lightly rubbing the other one, keeping it hard. She sucked in the other, deep inside her mouth and then she did as she was taught, she bit on the nipple, her teeth grinding on the nipple.

"Yes, you learn well, bite it," pushing her breast further into Hope's mouth, grabbing her head, not letting it loose. "More, you know how good that feels," moaning. She let Hope work on her breasts, biting, sucking and pulling her nipples. It was now time for more. She pulled Hope's head up, her eyes staring into hers. "Stand up," she ordered. Again, Hope obeyed, standing before Kristina, half-naked, her breasts glistening in the light, her nipples swollen. 

Hope stood before her, not knowing what Kristina would do to her, but she knew that her skirt would be next. She felt hands on her hips, holding her as they inched down her legs until they reached her naked skin. They rubbed the front of her naked legs, the short skirt leaving a lot of flesh above the knee. They moved between her legs, pushing between her clenched thighs. 

"Spread your legs open," Kristina ordered her, her hands slipping between the legs as they parted, giving Kristina access to her body. Her hands rubbed over her thighs, feeling the flesh, squeezing, moving higher and higher each time, teasing her legs open more as they moved towards Hope's pussy. "You have lovely legs, Hope. Lift up your skirt, show me more. Yes, that's good, higher, above your waist. No need to be modest. You know what I am going to do to you." 

Hope allowed her legs to be pushed further apart as the fingers moved over her thighs. She obeyed, pulling her skirt up until it was above her waist, only her panties, black thongs, hiding her lower body. She unbuttoned the skirt and let it fall to the floor after Kristina ordered her to, standing before her, Kristina's face only inches from her pussy. She knew that Kristina could see that she was wet, that she was enjoying what she was doing to her.

Kristina's hands moved behind Hope, grabbing her naked ass. It was firm and tight. "Turn around, you have a nice ass, turn and show me." Her hands nudged her around, watching as she willingly complied, showing her naked body to her. She ran her hands over the flesh, feeling the silky skin. Great ass for spanking, but first things first. "Back around, Hope." 

Hope turned and faced her again. She could hear Kristina sucking in air through her nose. She could smell the sex in the air. She knew that Hope was sexually aroused. She closed her legs a little, allowing the thongs to slide down her abdomen and begin to move down her legs. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see Kristina's eyes on her naked sex.  Fingers grazed lightly over her flesh as they pulled the thongs to the floor. She was now naked. She felt fingers urging her thighs apart again. She complied, willingly, spreading herself open for Kristina.

"You have a beautiful pussy, Hope. Her pussy was framed by just a patch of pubic hair on the top in a small triangle. Her pussy lips were large and swollen, tight together, even with her legs spread. Yes, she was a virgin. Not much had been through those lips before. "Why don't us girls take a shower. You can probably use it after being tied downstairs. And then we can get comfortable and relax. On the bed. Come, into the bathroom. You will die for this shower." She grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bathroom.

It was indeed a lavish bathroom. The shower was big enough to accommodate four people, having two showerheads on opposite walls, both aimed for the middle. Kristina slipped out of her remaining clothes, grabbing Hope's hand and pulling her into the shower. She turned on the water, both showerheads pulsating with warm water. Kristina grabbed a bar of soap. "Turn around, I will wash you," twisting Hope's back to her. She moved in, her naked body pushed against Hope's back and ass and whispered to her, "relax, I will take care of you," her pussy grinding into Hope's naked ass.

Hope shuddered as she felt Kristina push against her, both naked. She felt her hands run the soap over her back, moving further down with each stroke until she came to the rise of her ass. The hand moved over her ass cheeks, moving gently over the flesh, each time pulling her cheeks apart, letting them close again, to return to begin again. Hope's body tensed as fingers moved from the top of her ass and moved down the crease, pushing the cheeks apart, the soap bar running down until it moved over her exposed asshole. "Noooooo, not there," her body shivering as she felt the soap leave and a finger return, rubbing over her exposed flesh, feeling the tiny opening, the soap already making it slippery. It moved down, now between her legs, reaching between to run up her pussy lips, teasing as Hope tried to close her legs.

"Turn around, now for the front, keep your hands down, you will have your chance soon." Kristina looked into her eyes. She had got Hope hot twice and then left her hanging. She would do it again. Bring her almost to the edge and then stop, keeping her body aroused. Kristina's moved once more to Hope's breasts, soapy fingers running over the flesh again, running teasingly over the areolas, teasing the nipples into a high state of erection without touching them. "You like that, you like when I tease your nipples, don't you Hope?" Fingernails harshly scraped the tender areolas, the nipples near them almost bursting.

Hope hung her head down in humiliation, "yes, please, touch them again," again arching her back, thrusting her big breasts into the waiting fingers of Kristina. She felt hands on her face, lifting her head up, staring directly at Kristina again, her face red in shame at what was being done to her untrained body. She saw the lips again, moving towards her, her tongue wetting her lips in anticipation of when the soft lips and tongue would enter hers. She shuddered, the fingers gripping her nipples, pulling her closer, the mouth now crushing hers, their tongues intertwining. 

Kristina pulled her mouth from Hope's, her rapid breathing showing that she was again being aroused. Kristina's fingers continued to pull and twist on the hard nipples, Hope's body shaking as she stood there. Kristina moved her hands down Hope's slender waist, over her rising hips. She soaped her hand again. "Do you want me to wash your pussy, Hope? Do you want my fingers to open your fat pussy lips and run them over your virgin pussy? Tell me what you want, Hope?"

Hope trembled in anticipation, her pussy wet in lust. She wanted it to be touched, her fingers clenching, wanting to masturbate herself into cumming. Kristina had pulled her to the edge and then left her hanging. She had to cum and cum soon. "Please, please, my pussy. I need to, so bad." Hope almost jumped in the air as Kristina's hand grabbed her pussy, squeezing it in her hand. "OOOOHHH, GGGGOOODD," her hips bucking up. She felt the fingers moving over her flesh, the soap making them glide. Two fingers on each side of her pussy lips pulled them open, spreading them wide, stretching them out until it almost hurt. The gripped the lips and then began to slide up and down, pulling outward as the moved, stretching, pulling, spreading her open. It hurt as they moved to the top or bottom, refusing to yield, spreading wide.

"You have nice fat pussy lips, Hope. Men will like that, Hope, men will want to do many evil things to those fat lips." Kristina's fingers pinched the lips, seeing Hope's feet dancing on the floor of the shower, but not moving, allowing Kristina complete access to her pussy. "Can you imagine what it would feel like to have a whip slap hard onto those lips.' She released the lips and took two soapy fingers and began to run them up and down her slit, forcefully pushing aside Hope's pussy lips. She pushed up and down, but stopping short of touching her clit. Not yet, she wasn't ready for Hope to cum yet. 

Hope spread her legs wider when she felt the fingers move inside her pussy lips. They slid along her slit, running over her vagina, moving up higher. Hope lowered her body, hoping to push her clit into the masturbating fingers. "Please, touch me, please," she begged.

Kristina moved in closer again, kissing Hope, their tongues darting excitedly into each other's mouth again. She felt Hope's tongue plunge into her mouth as Kristina's pushed into Hope's wet vagina, spreading it open with one finger, pushing in. She felt Hope's butt push back, her hand reaching behind her and pushing on her ass, forcing her back. She kept her hand on Hope's ass, her fingers sliding up and down Hope's ass crease, rubbing soapy fingers along the crease. She took her mouth from her and whispered to her, "I know you are a virgin, but you have no hymen. You may not have had a cock, but I have so many new things for you. Now stand still," her finger pushing further into Hope's vagina, spreading her flesh apart. Her pussy gripped her finger tightly. She was tight. She was going to have to be stretched to take the dildos and vibrators that Kristina was prepared to fuck her with. She moved her finger around, twisting it inside her, rubbing it along her wet pussy. Kristina's other hands were also busy. It searched and found Hope's defenseless tiny asshole. She heard a loud exhale of breath from Hope's lips as one of her fingers, still soapy, played over the tiny asshole. She could feel the elastic flesh, so tender beneath her finger.

"Please, not there, that is where my father put his penis in Sara. That is disgusting," her hips trying to move to escape the finger moving relentlessly against her asshole. Her hips moved back and forth, torn between the two fingers working on both of her holes. "OOOOOW, she yelled as the finger pierced her asshole and sank into her anus up to the first digit, her sphincter grabbing it tightly. Her body tried to force it out, gripping it, pushing on it, but the finger stayed buried in her asshole.

Kristina pushed her finger deeper into Hope's asshole, feeling it slowly stretch open her anus until it grabbed her finger tightly on the first joint. Her other hand was gripped by Hope's pussy. She could not believe how tight both of her holes were. She was going to enjoy Hope, stretching her open, forcing her to take whatever she desired into her untrained pussy and asshole. "Men love to take women in their asshole. It is their way to control them. Women become very submissive when a large cock is forced into their asshole. It is hard for them not to pay attention. Now, just relax and accept it, it will be much easier." Kristina pulled her one finger out of Hope's pussy and pushed in two, hearing Hope groan in pain, moving her legs wider, allowing her greater access to her body. "That's a good girl," her other finger pushing further into Hope's asshole, hearing another gasp, her hips jerking forward, impaling herself more on the two fingers pushing into her pussy. Kristina moved her thumb up to Hope's clit, pushing aside her clitoral hood, exposing her clit. "You have a big clit, Hope, it's almost like a little cock, all hard and erect." She began to rub it, the finger rubbing over the top, back and forth. 

Hope would have fallen to the floor if it she wasn't so full of fingers, pushed deep inside her, forcing her to stand up tall, her asshole gripping the finger tightly, two fingers stretching her pussy, hurting as she was spread wide. But the finger on her clit almost made her fall to the floor. She had now been excited three times, each time Kristen backing away, before allowing her to cum. Now her clit was finally stroked, the pleasure running up her spine, into her brain. "PPPPLLLeeeasse, let me cum, make me cum."

"Soon, soon, but not yet, here take the soap, wash me," her fingers pulling out of all of Hope's orifices, the finger leaving the hard clit. Kristina waited as Hope ran the soap over her hands. She felt Hope's hand reach up and run over her breasts, fingers plucking at her nipples, making them hard. Yes, she learns fast thought Kristina. The hands continued to manipulate her breasts. Kristina knew that she was resisting, afraid of moving down to her pussy. She moved her hands up, grabbed Hope's and moved them down her sides to he abdomen, pushing them lower, forcing them down. "You know what do to, now do it, I do not want you hesitating again, do you understand me?"

Hope was trying to prolong the inevitable, but Kristina's hands made her realize that it was useless to resist. She had never done anything like this before, now she was going to have to, forced by a girl her own age. The hands moved away from hers as she moved her fingers over the taunt plane of Kristina's abdomen, moving down further, over her bald pussy, feeling strange as her fingers reached the top of her pussy. She stopped, looking into Kristina's eyes, knowing right away that she would have to continue. She moved one finger down, finding Kristina's hard clit. It was like hers, large, she grabbed it with her fingers and felt Kristina twitch in excitement. She rubbed her finger over and over the female bud, watching as Kristina pushed her hips further into her finger. She could feel the excitement in her own body as she masturbated Kristina, like that which was done to her. She moved her fingers down further, spreading a finger between Kristina's pussy lips, feeling how wet her pussy was. Just like hers. She ran the finger up and down her slit until finally taking two fingers and pushed them into Kristina's pussy, feeling them sucked it, gripping them tightly. 

"Good girl, I knew you could do it and you have so much more to learn. Now my asshole, put a finger in my asshole, Hope." Kristina felt a hesitant hand move over her ass, a finger searching between the cheeks of her ass into it rubbed over her exposed asshole. She felt the finger begin to push, harder still before her sphincter gave up the fight and the finger suddenly popped into her asshole, her sphincter muscle grabbing the tip. "Yeees, that's a good girl, now play with my clit, get me hot."

Hope felt her fingers grabbed tightly, embedded in the most intimate parts of Kristina's body, hot and tight. She rubbed her thumb over Kristina's clit, just like she did to her, feeling her body responding, her hips moving up and down, forcing the fingers in and out, fucking the fingers.

Kristina kissed Hope, their tongues pushing into each others mouth again, their bodies pressed up against each other, tit to tit, pussy to pussy, rubbing. "I think it's time to dry off and go to bed. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Hope. You want to lie down on the bed and spread your lovely legs for me, so I can make you cum?"

Hope felt her body pulled from the shower, a towel beginning to rub over her body, drying her. The rough towel ran over her nipples, the sensitive buds springing to life again. She shuddered again when the rough tough rubbed over her sensitive pussy, a finger pushing the rough fabric between her pussy lips, over her hard clit. She had to cum soon. She was tired, exhausted and sexually aroused. Kristin kept bringing her to the edge, but then not giving her the satisfaction of a good cum. "Yes, please, tired, need to sleep, need to cum first, please, don't tease me anymore."

"No, you can't cum right now, but we will try something new. Come, let's go into the bedroom. Let's see if I can make you happy." Kristina led a naked Hope into the bedroom, both of them falling onto the bed, Kristina arranging Hope's body so the cameras in the room would be able to see all the intimate charms of Hope's.  "You have a very beautiful body, Hope. Lay back, yes, like that." She grabbed both of Hope's wrists and pushed them to the top of the bed. "Grab the headboard and do not let go, yes, that's a good girl, you obey well." Kristina looked at Hope, naked, all stretched out on the bed, arms over her head, thrusting her breasts out. She ran her fingers over her breasts, pausing at her nipples to pluck them into hardness again. She moved her mouth down upon the swollen bud, running her tongue over it as her lips sucked the breast further into her mouth. She saw Hope's body again begin to move, her hips rising and falling, fucking the air. She loved keeping her sexually aroused. There would be so much more of this. Even once she was allowed to cum, she would only be given a brief sleep, less then an hour before Kristina would once again awaken her and begin sexually arousing her again. 

Kristin moved down on the bed, her lips tracing along Hope's taunt stomach, feeling her pull her stomach in as she left a trail of hot saliva, moving down, toward her pussy. But not yet. First things first. She ran her hands along Hope's hips down her legs. "Bring your feet up, bend your knees, yes, that's good," watching as Hope allowed herself to be manipulated, her knees now up, her legs clenched tightly together. Kristina looked at the camera, pointed directly at Hope on the bed, hidden in the wall, unseen by Hope. "Slowly open your legs, I want to see your sweet pussy opening for me. Please me and I will make you cum." These pictures would be all over the Internet by morning. Of course, Kristina's face would be shielded, but Hope would be shown spreading herself open, like a whore, smiling at the camera. "Yes, that is good, more, show me more," Kristina watching as Hope left her knees begin to part, letting them fall open. "Keep your feet flat on the bed, just spread you knees open, yes, like that, let me see your pussy flower open."

Hope clenched her hands tightly on the headboard, feeling the air in the room begin to blow on her pussy, now opening up, her knees mechanically lowering to the bed to the side. She did not know why she was deliberately humiliating herself, she only knew that she must do it. She heard Kristin's voices, softly encouraging her. She felt a hand on one of her thighs, slowly pushing down on, pushing it to the bed. It rubbed up and down, each time more pressure on it, pushing it closer to the bed, fingers moving only inches from her pussy. She could feel how wet she was, almost dripping out of her pussy. She had been aroused so many times. She could almost cum from the sound of Kristina's voice.

Kristina urged Hope's thighs open, her pussy spreading open so nicely. Her big pussy lips still covered her vagina, but soon that too would be spread open for the camera. She purred into Hope's ears, urging her to comply, complimenting her on how she look, promising her a cum. "Just a little more, can you feel your pussy opened up? It looks so inviting, I can see your juices glistening in the light. You like this, don't you Hope, you like showing your body like a slut." Hope's knees were almost bent down to the bed, her feel now flat against each other, bowing her legs open, her pussy now spread before the camera. Kristina ran her fingers up one thigh until she reached the pussy spread before her. Hope almost jumped off the bed when she touched her pussy, but she kept her arms holding tightly to the headboard, so invitingly submissive. "Just a little more, can you just show me a little more and then I will make you cum?"




Ransom Demand



Hope's body shook as the fingers touched her pussy again. She thought she was going to cream all over the fingers. She could feel her pussy juice run down over her ass to puddle on the bed. Oh, God, I have to cum. She heard the promise of a cum, soon, all she had to do was comply a little more. "Yes, please hurry, please hurry."

"Yes, soon Hope, now spread your legs out this time, yes, that's good but further, I want them opened wide. Show me that wet pussy. Further," her fingers nudging the legs apart more, the spread now over four feet wide, the camera pointed directly between them. "That's a good girl," looking at her as she lay there, legs opened wide, her pussy lips now spreading open, the pink insides beginning to show. "Now show me more," her hands pushing under Hope's ass, pushing against her, forcing her to rise up. She loved making Hope perform and she did it so well, so easily. "Higher, I can see your pussy lips separating, I want to see your pink insides, can you show me, Hope, show me that pretty pussy?"

Hope felt the soft hands under her, urging her to raise her hips, her body arching from the bed. Her feet were firmly planted on the bed, her legs spread obscenely wide, now her hips rose up, her pussy pushing up to the ceiling, her pussy lips spreading wide. She felt more juice from her pussy running down her thighs. She imagined how she looked, naked, legs spread, body arched up. 

"Smile and open your eyes, Hope," the camera recording every minute of Hope's degradation at the hands of Kristina. The finished video would sell well, the still pictures only a teaser of what was recorded. She looked at Hope, smiling, performing like a two-dollar whore. "A little higher," nudging her nearest foot a little further apart, hearing Hope groan, the stretch of her legs now becoming painful. Her hips were over two feet off of the bed. Kristina ran her fingers over Hope's pussy, careful not to touch her clit, instead running a finger up and down her slit, feeling the wetness. She pulled back Hope's pussy lips, spreading her open for the camera. She knew they would be doing a close-up, so she pulled tighter, watching as her vagina appeared. She pulled harder, feeling Hope move higher, hoping to avoid the pain but only succeeding in giving the camera a better picture. Fingers moved to her clit, pushing aside the clit hood, barely able to cover the hard bud. She blew on it and watched as Hope shivered as the camera recorded her every reaction. Her clit stood out hard, dark red, aroused, wanting so desperately to be touched. She knew Hope would cum quickly. But that would only be the first of many. 

Hope's back hurt, arched high, allowing herself to be spread open. But the fingers returning urged her on. She thought she would cum as the speared her pussy lips, pushing them aside as they ran up and down her slit, her pussy juices letting them slide effortlessly. She heard the voices again and complied, rising up higher, her hips now three feet off the bed, her legs painfully spread wide, her pussy pulled open by insistent fingers.

"Higher, Hope, I want to see your tiny asshole, you can do it," her hands lightly slapping Hope's raised ass cheeks for compliance. She felt the body responding, feet placed firmly on the bed, her hips rising up higher, revealing her asshole to the camera. Another quick slap to her ass raised her another 5 inches. "That's a good girl, you have to obey," the hand slapping her ass again, showing her what happens to girls that do not obey.

Hope felt the slap on her ass go directly to her pussy, her pussy suddenly flooding the bed underneath her with pussy juice. She had never been abused like this, spanked on the ass, her body forced into obscene positions, letting herself be spread open. Another slap and she urged her body up higher, oh, God, it felt so good, why should a slap on her ass feel good, her mind confused, not able to comprehend the confusing signals her body was giving to her. "MMMMMMGGG, nnnnnooooo," when she felt fingers running over her ass cheeks, pulling them apart, revealing her intimate anus. She felt the hot breath of Kristina blowing on it, she could feel her pucker move as if welcoming the hotness.

Kristina picked up a small paintbrush from the table near her. It was an artists brush, over 3/4 inch wide, but of horsehair, very rough. She put her fingers on each side of Hope's asshole pucker, pulling the skin taunt. She took the brush and rubbed it over her asshole, having to follow around Hope's moving body as she bucked from the sensation. "Stay still, Hope, this will feel good," her other hand slapping her ass, this time harder for compliance.

Hope moved her ass, trying to evade the strange feeling coming from her spread asshole. She did not know what was happening, but her asshole pucker began to flex in and out, something rubbing harshly over it. A slap on her ass, this time getting harder, stinging, ordering her still. It was difficult. She again felt something rubbing over her asshole pucker, fingers pulling it wide, keeping it separated.  She felt coolness rushing inside her, knowing that the fingers were pulling her asshole open. She felt the rubbing over the edges, rubbing harshly over the tender flesh, her pucker opening and closing like she was having a bowel movement. The fingers became more insistent, her asshole spreading open more, now becoming painful. The rubbing returned this time forcing her asshole to respond, trying to close, but the fingers pulling it painfully open. She could feel her asshole open and close, unable to comprehend or respond.

Kristina could not believe the performance that Hope was giving the camera. The brush had turn her asshole pucker into a dancing hole in her body. It puckered out, trying to stop her fingers from spreading it open, only to confront the harsh brush, the pucker pushing in to escape. She continued to play Hope's body, the camera recording every muscle contraction of Hope's tiny asshole. Everyone seeing the video could only imagine what her tiny asshole would do to their cock if it were them that fucked her asshole. "Very good, Hope, your body seems to enjoy that." Kristina pushed a finger against Hope's asshole pucker and allowed the camera to record Hope rising higher on the bed as the finger was relentless in pushing in, forcing her sphincter to accept the ravishment and accept it. The finger won out as Hope's asshole was forced to surrender, her asshole popping open, the finger gripping it tightly. Everyone watching the video in the future would be cumming from that scene.

"OOOOWWWW, OOOOHHH, GGGGOOOOD," her body so arched up from the bed it was difficult to keep her balance. She felt the finger enter her asshole, pushing in. She felt her asshole gripping it, her sphincter pushing on it, trying to force it out of her body.  As her body began to lose its control, she was forced to lower herself, her muscles tired, slowly impaling herself on the finger in her asshole. She tightened her ass cheeks, gripping tightly on the finger as it was now buried up to the knuckle, moving around inside her. Her body was not used to having something pushed inside her asshole instead of out, the pain racing up her spine, her asshole gripping it, trying to expel it from her body.

Kristina pulled her finger out of Hope's asshole, it gripping it tightly even though it was trying to expel it. She let Hope's body slump to the bed, her muscles having given up the fight, no longer able to keep her body arched and spread. It was now time to give Hope her reward. "You pleased me very well, you did a good job obeying, little girl. Now I will make you cum." Kristina moved up towards Hope's head, "you may put your arms down," she commanded, watching as Hope's clenched fists leaving the headboard. "Come here," pulling her closer, her lips touching hers again, feeling Hope's tongue responding, pushing in, searching out the depths of her mouth. Kristina began to rub Hope's breasts again, fingers pinching the nipples hard, watching as Hope's back arched in pain, her mouth moaning into hers. She felt Hope reciprocate, her nipples rudely pinched, her breasts squeezed hard. She learns so well. 

Hope felt Kristina's leg move over the top of hers, feeling her naked pussy rubbing on the top of her leg, wetness spreading over her thighs. She could feel Kristina's pussy lips spreading open as she began to rub her pussy up and down her leg.  Kristina's hand found her pussy and squeezed it hard, her hand soaked with Hope's juices. Hope arched up, pushing her pussy into the hand as she felt the fingers running up and down her slit, moving closer and closer to her clit, now swollen in lust. "AAAAHHHH," she screamed as fingers grabbed her clit and squeezed it, pain turning into pleasure as the nub finally got what it had sought for so long. Two fingers pushed into her pussy, sliding effortlessly within the hot, wet cavern of her sex.  "Oh, yeah, please, make me cum, please," she begged. She felt Kristina moved closer to her, her body laying on top of hers, knees pushing between her legs, forcing her legs outward, spreading her open again. She was only inches from her pussy, Hope rising up again in anticipation.

"I'm going to fuck you with my pussy, Hope, can you be a good girl and fuck me back," laying on Hope's body, feeling Hope rub her body back and forth, obeying. The two hot, wet pussy's met, the electricity running through both of their bodies, both sexually over stimulated, both hot and ready to cum. Their tongues met again, their breasts rubbing against the other, hard nipples pushing into each other's chest. Kristin grabbed Hope under her ass, pulling her up into her pussy, her knees keeping her legs spread obscenely, her pussy opened and ready. She began to pinch Hope's asscheeks, making Hope buck under her, moving her hips up and down sensuously, fucking back.

"YYYYEEES, fuck me, please fuck me," her ass rising and falling, sharp pinches to her ass further stimulating her oversexed mind. She couldn't help herself any longer, she had to cum. 

The only sound in the room was the sound of young female flesh pounding against each other, the slap of wet pussies rubbing solicitously. Hard clits, almost like tiny penises pushed against each other, nipples dragged painfully across the chest of the other and the sound of panting lust coming from the two teenagers. And the quiet swirl of the camera, recording every detail of the forbidden sex. Faster and faster they fucked each other. Kristina pulled Hope around on top of her, wanting the camera to record her ass rising and falling on her splayed crotch. Kristina reached back, pulling Hope's ass cheeks apart, spreading them wide, showing the camera her asshole peeking out, her ass humping back and forth on top of Kristina. 

Hope felt her body turned, now on top, now being able to control her pussy rubbing on Kristina. She felt hands pull her ass cheeks apart, but she no longer cared. Legs came around her, Kristina's legs wrapping around her, pulling her deeper on top of her. Their hips moved side to side, sliding effortlessly on the large quantity of pussy juice flowing from the cunts of both of the girls. "SSSPPLLL, SSSSPPPLLL," as they continued to rub.

Kristin pushed her tongue in Hope's mouth, her hand reaching between their bodies, finding Hope's clit, pushing her knuckle into it. "Cum for me now, Hope, cum all over me," her hand gripping Hope's pussy as her cunt began to shoot out. 

Hope screamed, "OOOOOHHH, GGGGOOODD, IIII'MMMM CCCCCUUUMMMing," the camera in the headboard recording the face in ecstasy as she came from her first girl sex. She could feel Kristina begin to climax, her pussy juice mixing with hers as they both came. It felt like Kristina was shooting out gallons of cum on her, not knowing that it was her. Her pussy convulsed in pleasure, cum shooting out onto Kristina, dripping down between her spread legs to puddle on the bed. Again she yelled, AAAAAHHHH," her body shuddering as she climaxed again, her pussy rubbing hard against Kristina, "fuck, fuck me." "OOOOWWW," another climax hit her as Kristina stuck her wet finger deep into her defenseless asshole, driving it into her body with a renewed force, dragging another cum from her spent body. It twisted inside her, forcing her to ride Kristina longer, forcing her pussy to rub longer over Kristina's climaxing body. "NNNOOOTTT AAGGaain," she yelled, another cum yanked from her teenage body. 

The camera recorded her body slumping down in exhaustion, Kristina turning her over, raising her hands over her head, spreading her legs open again for the camera. Kristina pulled Hope's pussy lips apart, her pussy juice clinging to her virgin flesh, her clit still swollen. The camera pulled in for a close-up, cum pooling on the bed beneath her, dripping down her thighs, her breathing ragged. Her first girl sex and she had cum over four times. Her father, uncle and brother had all cum. Wishing them were the ones that fucked Hope, planning for when they would.

More of Kristina and Hope to Come 



Ransom



"Your brothers aren't even looking for you." A deep voice echoed from the back of the room.

The man from the SUV was leaning casually against the door, arms crossed and head down. Kailee looked him up and down, noting the muscles protruding from his buttoned shirt.

"You're wrong," she spat the words out stubbornly.

He tilted his head to one side, and raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Amuse me, Miss Brooks. Is it not a regular occurrence for you to leave the house unexpectedly for over 24 hours?"

Her eyes narrowed, "You don't..."

"They won't even know you're missing until we inform them that we have you in our possession."

He took a few steps forward until he was towering over the edge of the bed.

"And let me assure you; by that stage our tracks will be well and truly covered."

Now that he was in front of her, she was able to take in his full height. He was slightly taller than Nathan, but where her brother had enough muscle to just hide his lankiness; this man was incredibly well-built and wore his height with pride. If she were unrestrained, Kailee would have wiped the smirk off his face with her fist; instead, she smiled innocently up at him.

"I guess you didn't do your research too well." She spoke patronisingly. "You see," her fingers brushed against the gold pendant around her neck, "I'm constantly wearing a tracking device. Why else would my brothers allow their esteemed sister to venture out on her own so often?"

She turned to Jakob who was eying her necklace cautiously.

"My guess is that my brothers are on their way here as we speak, police in tow. And let me assure you, they'll cause a lot more damage than a broken nose."

Jakob stood suddenly, the colour drained from his face.

"Dom, you said..."

"She's lying."

Kailee's eyes flicked back to the dominant man above her, but he remained expressionless.

"Are you willing to bet a life in jail on that?" she lifted her chin slightly, challenging him.

His hand roughly grabbed the gold heart from her neck and pulled it forcefully, snapping the chain. She huffed indignantly as he tossed the necklace into the sink, letting it wash down the drain.

"You bastard! That was..."

Within seconds he was on the bed, his hand around her neck, pushing her firmly against the backboard.

"You think you're smarter than me, little girl?" He spoke low, his eyes murderous. Kailee clawed at his tightening hand, struggling to breathe.

"Dominic..." Jakob placed a hand on the man's shoulder, urging him to stop.

"Get out!" Dominic growled, his eyes not deterring from Kailee's face.

Jakob hesitated before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

"Now you listen carefully," his face was inches from hers. "This plan involves you not being hurt," she could feel her dress riding up the more she struggled and she stilled, conscious of the amount of leg she was showing. "Threaten me again and I'll be very tempted to alter that plan."

Kailee took a ragged breath under the tension of his fingers. "I'm not...scared of you," her words came out as a whisper.

"No?" his grip around her neck tightened slightly and his eyes bore into hers, searching for any signs of fear. He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. "You seem like a quick learner. You will be soon."

He released her from his grasp and stormed from the room, slamming the door on his exit. Kailee slunk down into the mattress, heaving uncontrollably and trying to catch her breath. She held a shaky hand in front of her face and waited for it to steady, eliminating all traces of fear from her body and bringing herself to calm.

*****



Ransy's Fantasy



You come home from work and notice a strange car in the drive. As you walk in you notice I have a nice fire going and something smells awesome in the kitchen. You hear a strange feminine voice as you walk closer. You stand in the door of the kitchen silently for a minute, smiling, watching me and who you recognize from pictures as my best friend from college. You clear your throat and smile as our eyes meet. I walk over and kiss you, sliding my arm around your waist. "Baby, this is Ashton. You remember me telling you about her." 

You and Ashton exchange pleasantries before you excuse yourself to go shower. You can tell that I have had a little something to drink. When you get out of the shower, there is an ice cold Mike's Lime waiting by your clothes with "I Love You" written in the frost on the side of the bottle. You glance at a picture of Ashton and me back in college and notice that neither of us has changed much. She is gorgeous and tall, with long blonde hair and huge tits.. every man's fantasy. 

You join us at the table and listen to us telling old college stories. The more we drink, the racier the stories become. You notice I blush several times when she talks about some of the things we used to do. One time I kick her under the table as she starts talking about one party in particular. This really gets your attention and you make a note to ask me about it later. 

We finish eating and I excuse myself to go freshen up, leaving the two of you sitting in front of the fireplace talking. I lean over and kiss you before I slip out, whispering to you to not listen to half of what she says while I am gone. You just smile and slide your hand over my ass before I leave, giving me a quick wink. 

Ashton isn't a very modest kind of girl and almost seems to thrive on making people squirm, especially men. She makes small talk with you for a few minutes, then out of the blue she says "Mel says you are an awesome fuck.. the best she has ever had..even better than me." You don't know how to respond for a minute, the images whirling whirling through your mind makes your dick twitch. 

You recover quickly and look at her smiling that lazy smile of yours. "I am. Don't forget it." You wink at her and finish your beer, adjusting your jogging pants to hide your hardening dick. 

"Maybe you should just show me." Ashton whispers as I walk back in the room. 

"What is it that you want him to show you?" I ask, looking from her red face to you. You just grin up at me . "Well. does someone want to let me in on the secret?" My eyes catch the bulge in your pants then glance back up at you then to her. I don't say anything for a second. You see the myriad of emotions flooding through me.. anger.. betrayal.. then an almost wicked grin crosses my lips. 

I snatch her off the couch by her long hair and throw her onto her knees, dragging her over to the foot of your chair. I yank her head back, her eyes now huge. "Is that what you want to see?" I say as I easily reach over and pull your jogging pants over your hard dick. My free hand encircles it and strokes it right in her face. 

You don't know what to think. Your eyes are as big as hers. Her eyes are now focused on the hard cock in front of her, her tongue glides over her lips moistening them hungrily. She is almost hypnotized as she watches me stroke your cock lovingly. I glance at you, looking deep in your eyes, knowing how turned on you are. My eyes stare into yours as I push her mouth down ont your cock. She almost gags as I make her take it all down. I lean over and kiss you passionately as I pull her by her hair up and down on your engorged cock. 

You are even more suprised as I let go of her hair and her mouth stays wrapped around your cock. My eyes never leave yours as I move behind her and tear her away from your dick long enough to pull her short dress over her head. She isn't wearing anything underneath . Her nipples harden as the air hits them. I reach over and twist one so hard she whimpers. I laugh as I do the same to the other. "I think she likes that, baby."

Your dick is so hard by this time, so inviting to me. I pull you out of the recliner and onto a blanket in front of the fire, following you down after I slip out of my own clothes. Ashton sits back on her knees watching me take hold of your cock, licking her lips as she watches. My mouth slides down over it, my tongue licking its length. You lay back and clothes your eyes, gritting your teeth. Then you feel two hot mouths around it. You moan as you feel my mouth on your cock and hers on your balls. Your mind reels thinking about it. You never would have dreamed I would have done this. 

You realize only my mouth is on you again. You hear my faint moans around your cock and open your eyes to find her tongue buried in my pussy. I feel your cock harden even more. You groan because your cock is so hard it hurts. You can tell by my breathing that I am getting close. I want you inside me when I come so I push her back and climb onto your cock. My body shakes with pleasure as you slide into me.. deeper and deeper. You look up at me as I ride your cock. I hear your gasp as one of her hands pinches my nipple and you realize her other hand is busy with her own clit. You reach up and pinch the other nipple, feeling my pussy clamp down around your pulsing cock.

I start to come just as I feel the first spurts of your come pounding into me and hear her scream in pleasure. The three of us collapse on the floor by the warm fire. I snuggle into your arms and sigh softly. We fall asleep there by the fire. We are awakened by the chill in the air when the fire dies. There is a note on the table that reads: Thanks for the fun and the memories. Ash.