Distorted Hope (4 page)

My heart pounded so hard in my chest, it made it hard to breath. I looked up at Jason, who was eyeing the man behind me. I started to turn to look behind me but before I could, I was yanked away from Jason and up against a hard chest.

“Are you going to come with us? Or am I going to have to shoot this pretty thing in my arms?”

Tears of fear filled my eyes as I struggled to break free, but the man who held me was very strong and didn’t let me budge and inch. He jabbed the gun harder in my ribs and I whimpered.

“Alright,” Jason said between gritted teeth. “Just don’t hurt her.”

“As long as you cooperate, I won’t need to.”

The poking in my ribs disappeared and the man moved me to his side, guiding me into the desert wash below with his arm firmly around my waist. He walked quickly and I stumbled in my heels, a curse escaping from my lips. He held me tighter around the waist. “Don’t try anything funny,” he growled.

“I wasn’t,” I protested. “My heels got caught in the dirt.”

The man growled but slowed down.

I heard Jason speaking behind me. “Let her go. If it’s me you want, fine. But let her go.”

“He wants both of you,” another man behind me said.

He? Who is ‘he’?
I stumbled again, and the man guiding me picked me up without missing a step. I looked up and gasped when I recognized the man’s face—he’d been in the diner the day Jason asked me out and had come in several times since then. The man with the dark eyes.

He looked at me, arching an eyebrow. “You remember me?”

How could I forget?
I nodded, shivering with fright.

“I won’t hurt you as long as both of you cooperate. Do you understand?”

I nodded again, thankful he was asking yes/no questions. I suspected my voice wouldn’t work properly at the moment.

He climbed out of the wash and up to the frontage road where a black van waited with the back open. Dark-Eyed Man climbed in with me in his arms and sat on a bench along the side of the van.

I wanted to ask him what he was going to do with us, but my mouth wouldn’t work. He smiled, not unkindly, and zip-tied my wrists together and then knelt to do the same to my ankles.

Jason was pushed inside a moment later, and two men followed behind him. The door closed and the van slowly accelerated and merged onto the freeway.

“Where are we going?” Jason demanded as his wrists were tied together.

“A little journey,” Dark-Eyed Man said, looking out the front window. “Or rather, a long journey. Call it a job opportunity.” He turned to look at Jason. “If you try anything stupid, I
will
hurt her.” He lifted my chin with his hand, making me look at him. “There are so many ways to enjoy hurting a beautiful woman.” His hand slid down my neck and he cupped my breast.

I gasped and twisted away from his touch.

“I’ll cooperate, just please don’t hurt her,” Jason implored.

Dark-Eyed Man chuckled. “There are so many ways to enjoy a beautiful woman without hurting her, as well.” His hand slid lower, down to my leg and up my skirt.

I struggled against him, making him laugh.

As he held me hard against his chest, his hand paused just a few inches from my hip, and he nuzzled my ear. “I’m not a bad lover, you know,” he murmured, his warm breath giving me goose bumps. “If you don’t fight me.”

“Please, don’t,” I whimpered, squeezing my legs together.

“You and Jason were planning on fucking tonight, weren’t you?” he whispered in my ear, his thumb creeping further up my leg. “I’m dying to know what kind of panties you’d wear for that.”

I was certain he was making fun of me and tears filled my eyes. “Please, let me go,” I whispered.

“Let her go!” Jason shouted, lunging across the van, but the other two men caught him and pulled him back onto the bench.

Dark-Eyed Man flashed a wicked grin at Jason. “Jealous my hands are where you wanted yours to be?”

I wondered why Dark-Eyed Man was bothering with me when I was certain he could walk up to any woman and take her right there.

His thumb brushed the side of my hip and I jumped and tried to squirm away, but he was too strong. When his fingers slipped under my panties, I squeaked and fought harder. “No! Please!” With my ankles tied together I couldn’t fight very well, but I slammed my elbow into his chest and fell to the floor of the van on my elbows and knees.

The men, except Jason, laughed; he was struggling against the men holding him.

“I love a woman on her knees,” Dark-Eyed Man commented, pulling me up by my hair. “You like sucking cock?”

My eyes widened in fright and I shook my head wildly. I’d never even been in the presence of a naked man, let alone seen a cock. Except on the computer.

“I’d love to see those luscious lips wrapped around my dick,” he growled, his voice thick with lust, bringing me closer to his hips.

Jason cursed and lunged again.

“Knock him out,” Dark-Eyed Man said without taking his eyes off me. “I was going to let him watch, but he’s too aggressive.”

I tried to look at Jason, but Dark-Eyed Man held my head so I couldn’t turn. I heard a struggle and then silence. My eyes filled with tears again. “Please, don’t hurt me,” I begged.

“I won’t choke you when you take me into your mouth,” he said with a wicked glint in his eyes. “Well, I could, but I won’t.” He glanced out the front window. “Guess we’ll have to wait until later.” He pulled me back into his lap and I saw the airport ahead of us. I felt a prick in my neck and looked to see Dark-Eyed Man holding an empty syringe. My eyelids drooped and I succumbed to the darkness.

I woke up lying on a bed, the ground beneath me moving in a strange way. When my eyes were able to focus, I realized I was in a small bedroom with no windows. There were two doors in the wood-paneled room and something that looked like it might be a closet.

I stood on shaky legs and tried to open the first door, but it was locked. The second door led to a small bathroom, which I realized I needed to use.

When I came out, Dark-Eyed Man stood in the open doorway that had previously been locked. I could see a narrow hallway beyond the opening. Looking up at him, I wondered what he wanted as he regarded me impassively.

“How are you feeling?” he asked in a tone far gentler than I expected.

“Scared,” I whispered, pressing myself against the wall behind me.
Is he here to rape me?

He nodded. “Understandable. Are you feeling nauseous?”

Strange question.
I shook my head. “Well, maybe a little.”
Sick with nerves.

Dark-Eyed Man closed the door and sat down on the bed, pulling me to him. He traced my lips with his thumb as I stood between his legs, trembling. It tickled and I rubbed my lips together, making him chuckle. “I haven’t been able to get those lips out of my mind,” he murmured and pushed me down to my knees.

Realizing what he was going to have me do, I shook my head and tried to stand, but he pressed down on my shoulder and held me fast. I watched in horrified fascination as he reached to unfasten his pants and pull his cock free… his very large, hard cock.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair. “Suck me,” he ordered in a husky voice, pulling me close. It was dark and throbbing and a bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip.

Shaking my head, I tried to pull away; I had no idea what to do with that. Yes, I’d read lots of erotica, but real life was totally different than print. I wasn’t even sure I could get my mouth open that wide.

“Open,” he said with gritted teeth. “Open your mouth.”

I shook my head again, whimpering and struggling as he pushed me forward, pressing himself against my lips.

“Do you want me to choke you with it? Are you into the rough stuff?”

“No,” I whispered, keeping my mouth as closed as possible, but he took advantage of the slight opening and shoved my mouth down over the head of his cock.

“Don’t bite me, or you will regret it,” he warned in a soft tone.

He pushed my head down and I opened my jaw, trying desperately to keep my teeth away from him, but as soon as he got near my throat, my jaw closed slightly as I choked and gagged.

“Never deep-throated before?” he asked with a chuckle, allowing my head up slightly. “You’ll get used to it.”

I coughed and choked as he pushed my head down further, tears running down my cheeks. I pushed my hands down on his thighs, trying to get away.

“Relax your throat,” he said. “Press your tongue down to the bottom of your mouth.”

I tried but kept gagging. He growled but didn’t push himself so far back into my mouth. I tried desperately to remember what I’d read in the erotica books and did whatever came to mind.

Several minutes later, he let loose a rumble from his throat and grasped my hair tighter. I gave a muffled squeak as my mouth filled with a salty fluid, and I tried to pull away from him but he held me still.

“Swallow, Kyra. It’s rude to spit it out.”

Tears filled my eyes as I looked up at him. He frowned at me and I took a deep breath and swallowed, trying not to gag. It wasn’t the most horrible thing I’d ever tasted, but I didn’t particularly care for it. When he released me, I huddled against the wall, hugging my knees to my chest, afraid to look up at him.

“It’s just a fucking blowjob, Kyra. It’s not like I took you in the ass.”

My jaw trembled and tears continued sliding down my face.

Dark-Eyed Man watched me for a moment and then sighed. “I didn’t mean to make you cry. But you better get used to the idea of giving blowjobs.” Leaning down, he grasped my hair as he emptied another syringe into my neck.

I woke sometime later in the same room—the floor beneath me still moving in that odd way. I got up and used the restroom again and drank from a water bottle next to the bed. I could still taste the man’s cum in my mouth.

The door opened as I sat back down on the bed, and I bunched the bed covers in my fists as Dark-Eyed Man walked in. I trembled as he closed the door behind him and stared at me.

“If you do as I ask, I’ll get you some food.”

“What do you want?” I asked with trepidation, feeling my stomach growl.

He smiled. “I want to see those beautiful lips around me again. This time with enthusiasm.”

Please don’t make me do that again.
“I don’t— I never…” I stared at the ground.

“You’ve never sucked cock before today?” He snorted, walking around the bed and coming to stand in front of me. “I hardly believe that.”

I glanced up to see his pants bulging in front of my face and looked back down.

“Why would any of your boyfriends not beg you to have that mouth around their dick?” He slid his hand into my hair and grabbed a fistful of hair and stepped closer. “Suck me,” he ordered in a husky voice.

I looked up at him, eyes wide, and he flinched slightly and then frowned.

“If you don’t open your mouth, I will remove your clothes and take you up to the living room and let every man on this yacht have his way with you, however he wants.

“We’re on a yacht?”

Dark-Eyed Man nodded. “And they’ve all seen you and they all want to fuck you. I’m keeping you down here to keep you safe, but I expect a little courtesy in return.”

I shook my head and tried to back away. “Please, don’t make me,” I whispered.

“You’re trying my patience,” he growled. “Mouth or pussy. You decide. Or ass. I’ll take your ass, too.”

My lower jaw trembled and tears spilled down my cheeks.

“It’s just a fucking blowjob, Kyra. It’s not that big a deal. You’ve done it once already. You’re getting off easy with me. Nathan would be done with you by now.”

“Who’s Nathan?”

“My boss. The one who’s asked for you and Jason.”

“Oh.”

Dark-Eyed Man grabbed my chin and studied my eyes. His eyes widened slightly and then he frowned. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked, looking bewildered, lacing his fingers on top of his head.

I stared at him.
So many things.

Letting out a loud growl, he strode to the window, staring outside. He took several deep breaths and then turned back around, calmer. “You’ve never given a blowjob before today?”

I shook my head.

“Your boyfriends never asked you to?”