Evening Primrose (Devil's Hornets MC Book 2) (4 page)

CHAPTER SIX

After a few minutes Natalie thought that maybe they’d forgotten about her, but she really had to go to the bathroom. There wasn’t a call bell for her needs, and she was most definitely not a guest so she didn’t know what she should do. The door creaked open while she was still contemplating her fate in life and her bathroom situation.

“You should have just let Cheryl have a little fun with you, because now I have to make the movie with you,” said a deep, distinctly male voice from the doorway. He was a large brute of a man who didn’t look to happy about whatever he was going to have to do with her.

“I have to use the bathroom,” she said and hoped they were on a first floor so she could escape somehow.

He didn’t look like he believed her, but she wasn’t concerned about that.

“Look, I’ve been here for who knows how long and I was knocked unconscious. I really need medical attention, but at this point I don’t think I’m going to get it. If the goal is to have me lay here in a pee soaked bed, then you are almost there.”

The man at the door who had a scowl that resembled a WWF wrestler chuckled, and she thought maybe she was losing her mind, but when she looked over at him, she could tell the sound had come from him.

“You’re a feisty little thing, aren’t you? Not many women would be so fussy when they were chained to a bed with an unknown fate.”

“I’ve got nothing to lose.” The words were said with false bravado, but when they came out of her mouth she realized how true they were. She was somewhere with a group of people who were mad at Jack about something, and they were using her for some type of revenge. Since she loved action movies and watched television shows about real crimes, she knew one thing: this wasn’t going to end well. Someone was going to get hurt, and she hoped it wasn’t her.

The man walked over to the bed and leaned over her to get to her cuffed leg. She was trying to count herself fortunate that he smelled much better than the woman, but this movie they were talking about didn’t sound like it was going to be a rated G feature, and she wanted no parts of it.

He unlocked her ankle and then grabbed her by the shirt lifting her partially off the bed. “There will be no head butting me. I’m going to take you to the bathroom and then bring you back here. I don’t want to have to hurt you, but I will. Do we understand each other?”

Although this was the same man who chuckled at the doorway, when he was up close and personal, he was terrifying. She nodded and hoped by being malleable she could get some of her needs met and possibly find a way out of here.

He led her through what looked like a warehouse, but he pushed her whenever she was trying to take a good look around.

“Hurry up,” he growled at her, “I’m not used to this human cartel shit. I like the products I’m selling to not need extra maintenance.”

“What do you mean the products you’re selling?” She said whirling around.

“Well if your boyfriend doesn’t do what we’re telling him to do, being sold will be the best thing that could happen to you.” He turned her back around and pushed her to the bathroom. It was just a toilet and a sink with a mirror over it. The left side of her face was discolored. She reached up to touch it and winced. How had she not even noticed the pain? Sensory overload, probably.

“Are you going to close the door?” She asked as haughtily as she could.

“Not a chance. I like that you have a bit of fire and you know when to bank it, but I’m not taking any chances. The boss would kill me if you got away. We’ve been trailing you for weeks, so he’s spent a lot of money on this.”

She loved how he talked about her like she was an animal they’d tracked and hunted down. This wasn’t the way she wanted to be given the news that she had been right about someone watching them. She could feel it, and she knew it wasn’t the ‘Oh what a cute couple’ look. Maybe one day she’d get to say she told Jack so, but she was just concentrating on staying alive at this point.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to go if you stand there watching.”

He looked like he was working out a math problem for how much thought he was putting into this. In a minute, it wouldn’t matter because her bladder was going to explode. She thought about him trying to get her pants off to get her new ones, and she started unsnapping her pants. He turned around and presented her with his back. It was a passable compromise. Natalie did her business quickly, cleaned up, and walked to the sink to wash her hands.

“Did you plan on feeding me or am I to die of hunger on this plan of you and your boss?”

He was chuckling as he turned around. “So you’re sweet until you get what you want, then you have a bit of sass with you?”

“Not sass. Think about how you would feel if this happened to you. You don’t know what’s going on. You’re a pawn in a game you don’t know the rules to and have no horse in this race. How would you feel when people expect you to just ‘go along to get along?’”

“Never really thought about it that way. I’m not saying you’re not right, but I’ve got orders too. I’ll order a pizza, but first we have to make something to show your boyfriend.”

It seemed like they weren’t going to get out of making this movie they’d talked so much about. “Can’t I just scream into a phone or something? Do we really need to put something on film?”

He looked at her up and down. “I’m sure hearing you scream would be something that would make ole Stormy upset, but seeing your hot body spread out under mine will make him more likely to give us what we want.”

“Which is?” She prompted.

“Well, since you don’t have a horse in the race, it shouldn’t really matter to you now should it.”

“I didn’t have a horse in the race, but now I’m very much a part of it. Shouldn’t I at least get a chance to know why my life was disrupted and may end?” It was an emotional plea, and she didn’t know where it would take her, but it seemed to have closed the man down.

“Let’s go,” he said as he nudged her through the hallways and back into the room.

The room was eerily quiet. It was like they had somehow blocked out all the noise that she’d heard in the hallway. Was this room insulated so noise couldn’t escape? For some reason, that made her heart pound heavier in her chest than before.

The large man walked her over to the bed. “We can do this easy or we can do it rough. I don’t have a preference. Both ways sound great to me.”

She had no response to this. He wanted directions to how she wanted this assault to take place? If she had to choose it would be not at all. Watching him pick up something from the table and returning to look at her like she was going to say something was maddening.

“Nothing to say?”

She shook her head and looked at her assailants knowing she couldn’t physically overpower him. He clicked a button on the small flat remote, and from the red light that stayed steady, she figured the video started recording.

“Sir? Could I just—?”

The man whose name she didn’t even know ripped her shirt off before she could even finish her sentence, and she screamed from shock and humiliation.

“You’ve got great tits, Natalie,” said the man looking at the camera for emphasis she guessed. He pushed her to the bed and straddled her body making her feel like a felled animal on one of those nature programs. He bent down, sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, and tugged it so it pulled away from her body. She grabbed his hair with one hand and tried to pull him away, but it just made him go harder on her breast. When he finally let go, he said, “I love a girl with a little fight in her. Makes my cock harder. Wanna see it, flower girl?”

She watched him sit up and undo his pants. It seemed like her hitting him and slapping at him did nothing. Like she was a little fly that was up against a lion. He must have been telling the truth about fighting making his cock hard because what he pulled out of his pants looked like a novelty item. This big, red, angry hard cock wasn’t anything she was looking forward to, but the look of it temporarily made her stop fighting. Was the plan to kill her with this?

“You like that, sweetheart?” He asked like her shock was awe.

She shook her head and tried to get from under him, but he’d moved up her body and was situating himself between her breasts.

“I like full titties. Cheryl’s flat saggy tits have nothing on yours. Maybe I’ll just lay in here and suck them while you sleep.”

“You’re not going to get away with this,” she said as she hoped and prayed she was right.

“I’m already getting away with it. Titty fucking Stormy’s girl. Mmm… he’s got good taste.” He brought her tits together and drizzled spit between them before plopping his cock on the same spot and slid between the tunnel he made with her breasts. “Your tits feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

She felt like she’d be sick and tried hard not to cry. When she felt the head of his cock rubbing against her lips, she clamped them together as hard as she could.

“I don’t get to feel your sassy mouth on my cock? Just the tip. I just want the tip inside.”

Turning her head away, she felt him get off her and prayed that it was over, but he snapped her pants and pulled the capris off leaving her in her panties. She remembered what she’d put on this morning and was glad that at least she didn’t wear anything cute; it was regular cotton panties as she just wanted to be as comfortable as possible and no one was going to see them anyway.

“You even wear good girl panties,” said the man whose name she didn’t know. “I bet you taste like sweet fruit.”

It was no use fighting the big brute of a man, but she struggled anyway until the creepy smile reminded her of how much he liked to see her struggle. He bent her legs back until she was spread wide and on display with only a thin piece of cotton as a barrier.

“Please don’t do this,” she whispered, and she thought she saw something flicker in his gaze, but it was doused quickly as he made a bee line for the spot between her legs.

He nuzzled and licked the cotton until she could feel some portion of arousal brewing. That was impossible. There was no way her body would betray her like this. She didn’t want this. At all.

Pulling her panties over, he looked at the camera. “Your girl just needs a softer touch, Stormy; she gets wet when you lick her right.” He focused on her, clit and she tried hard to stay still concentrating on only the revulsion she felt for this man and now herself.

He hummed and smacked his lips like she was the best treat he’d ever had, but she had kept herself in check until he roughly shoved 2 fingers inside her body while sucking hard on her clit and something broke. It was her. She convulsed around his fingers as he pumped them in and out of her. The tears that streamed out of her made her the sickest because she didn’t want this asshole to think he won, but he had.

“Now I want to fuck that tight sweet pussy. It’s only fair. I made you come; now it’s your turn.” He stood up with his mouth wet from her body and he kneeled on the bed stroking his hard cock. She was trying to bring herself into a ball when he slapped her ass. “Looks like she likes to play a little rough.”

He grabbed her by her hair hard enough to make her yelp with one hand and picked up the remote in the other. She figured he didn’t want her to head butt him like she’d done to Cheryl. Stroking himself slowly, he stood and looked down on her body.

“Don’t even think about running. If I have to chase you with my cock hard, you are going to be hurting more than you’ve ever believed you could, and that’s a promise.”

She didn’t doubt that one bit, but was it worth it? What would she gain?

He turned toward the camera with a smile she could only think to describe as wicked. “We’ll let you imagine the rest.”

The red light on the camera was off, and she wondered if anyone would be able to identify her when she was tossed out in the morning’s garbage. She returned her attention to her attacker and wondered what he was up to now. It couldn’t have been good practice to pleasure her on camera to make someone mad. Why would he try to save her when she clearly had an orgasm? He continued to stroke himself, but faster like he was trying to get to the end. Kneeling on the bed he nudged her nipple with the head of his cock as he stroked faster and faster until he spurted his warm seed all over her breast.