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  He moves quickly to the stairs without another word.

  ∞∞∞

  Jax yelling has me scrambling off the bed and rushing to the door so I can hear what they are saying. This seems to be the only way to get information around here since no one tells me anything except cryptic bullshit; I won’t hurt you; we have to fool around to keep you safe; you need to trust me until I can get you out of here. What this means to me is: He will not hurt me physically, but my heart is another story; If I don’t fight him when he has sex with me, it’s not rape; He is going to get me out of here, to sell me to a different buyer for his own financial gain, or he will keep me as his own personal sex slave.

  Oh my God! Is that what happened to my sister? They said she died in a car accident. Was that because the guards named Mike and Gordon kidnapped her a second time to sell her to someone else? Maybe if Jax can get me out of here, I will have a better opportunity to escape with only one guard. The thought of leaving Jax makes my heart hurt a little, but I’m sure that is the syndrome talking.

  I can’t believe I climbed his body like a harlot. At the time it was happening, I just felt that I needed to make my own choices and go for it. Since the first time, I can’t stop thinking about it. I crave his touch, and that is very disappointing to my mind, but my body says, can I have another? Maybe if I let him take me, he will begin to trust me too. He will think he has me wrapped around his finger and might give me more information. With more information, maybe I can formulate my own plan to save myself.

  Crawling back onto the bed, I curl up in my corner and retreat inside my own head. This is the safest place for me right now. I could stay here forever if Jax didn’t draw me out by using my hormones against me. I need to turn this around to be in my favor. He acts as though he has no control while touching me. Maybe I can use his hormones against him as well.

  Chapter Six

  Introduction:

  *the action of introducing something. *a thing newly brought into use or introduced to a place for the first time. *a person’s first experience of a subject or thing.

  Thank God it’s Sunday. Sully gave me permission to bring in my own man due to the possible STD’s that one or many of the men have. Maria is healing, and I’m pretty sure she didn’t have the supposed STD now. Nevertheless, the knowledge of a possible one has kept her safe and sane. The other girls are still wary of my actions as if they are waiting for the second wave. I just hope when it’s go time; I will have their full cooperation.

  Without the knowledge of the guards in the house, Savage has come in by boat. This will be our get away vehicle and give us less of a chance that they could follow. Although following will be almost impossible because the boat is a loaner from my old unit in the Seals and it’s damn fast.

  After checking on the women, I step into my own room, and Tori is curled up in her customary corner on the bed. I haven’t touched her since the shower incident except for our standard nightly spoon, and she hasn’t initiated another explosive event. I’m trying to keep the intimacy as clinical as possible, but it is becoming impossible. At night, her back and lush bottom press into my front seeking warmth. Is it worth the torture it causes me to hold her close. I think I’m half in love with this young naïve virgin, but I know she wouldn’t allow any kind of permanent relationship when this is over. She thinks I’m a rat bastard guard, and I have to keep letting her think that way. Even once we leave here, and she knows the truth, will she believe me?

  “Love”......no response, except I know she’s listening. “I’m going upstairs to welcome my partner. Remember what I said? Scream loud if anyone comes in here.” Not even a blink. Shit! Every time we are intimate, she retreats further and further into her head. It is going to take a miracle producing shrink to pull her back out.

  At the top of the stairs, five pairs of eyes glare over at me. “Hello, boys.”

  “Screw you, Jax.” The one I now know as Mac sneers at me.

  “Sorry, Bloke, we Aussies don’t roll that way. Slim, though, I have caught him staring at my junk. He may have caught sight of the wonders that be and is dreaming of switching teams.”

  “He may have eyes for you; ya damn Aussie. It’s pathetic how he runs around catering to you and the whores now.”

  I move so fast he doesn’t have time to protect his head from smashing through the glass coffee table. Grabbing him by the back of his collar and turning him over, I slam him to the floor and press my knee to the center of his chest to hold him down.

  “You.... Rat Bastard, can insult me all day long, but if you ever insult those women again, you will leave here missing teeth, if you leave here at all. You’re only pissed that your diseased cock got put in time out. Playtime is over for you at playing Dom, and you’re throwing a fit like a two-year-old. This is the only warning you’ll get you Bloody Bastard. Watch your back!”

  Clap.....clap......clap.....clap......clap. “Looks like you’ve cleaned house and I only have to get a little dirty.”

  Leave it to Savage to make a crude grand entrance. Stupid asshole! He stands there smiling, then spreads his arms wide while Jim pats him down. Hopefully, he has a good hiding place for his best friend, Betty. He was going to call his piece Bob, but he decided to reserve that title for the women he bestows the privilege of worshiping him. He is a cocky son of a bitch and acts as though he should be worshiped by everyone.

  “Welcome to The House you bloody, horny, bastard. I was just showing Mac here, the proper way to treat a sub.”

  We move in for a backslapping, one arm, hug and head for the stairs. “Tell Slim we need six plates tonight,” I holler to Jim. Mac has gotten up off the floor and is heading upstairs, mumbling something under his breath about me cleaning up the mess I made. “Also, tell him I need more penicillin and to clean up this mess.” Might as well keep up the ruse for Maria. Mac looks back over his shoulder and shoots me a look that promises me a slow and painful death.

  ∞∞∞

  My eyes pop open as Jax and a stranger walk into the room. Scrambling to make sure the sheet covers all of me, I press my whole body into the corner and try to make myself invisible. This man is also gorgeous with dark brown hair and sky blue eyes. Where the hell did they find these new guards, GQ want ads? Why the hell is he here? Holy shit! Is this the partner Jax mentioned to the man he called Jones, yesterday? Oh my God! Is he the partner, partner? Does he actually think that I will willingly have sex with both of them? I’m sure my eyes are as wide as saucers. It will be a cold day in hell before I willingly have sex with Jax, let alone this sex on a stick at the same time. This man has probably nailed so many women with those looks that the sheer number of them could constitute their own zip code.

  “Love,.....Now that HE has your full attention.”

  Jax looks at me as if I just kicked his puppy.

  “This is Savage, my partner.”

  What the hell is the sad look for? Is that his way of pitying me and my circumstances? Does he feel bad that he handpicked the man who will help him destroy what little sanity I have left? Maybe he mistakes my wide-eyed look for attraction. Is he jealous? Oh my God! My Big Bad Dom thinks I am attracted to his partner. The more I stare at the man he calls Savage, the angrier Jax’s face looks. Who the hell names their kid Savage? Did his parents know that he would grow up to savagely take what sex slaves didn’t want to give? I can feel a panic attack coming on. My mind is playing every worse case scenario like a slide show for my senses. My body burns hot at the thought of Jax touching me all over until I scream in pleasure; then goes ice cold as Savage presses his body to my back. I cup my hands over my ears and start shaking my head until I’m dizzy.

  ∞∞∞

  “No,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no!”, Tori screams over and over.

  “What the hell, Dude, is she having a seizure?”

  “GET OUT, SAVAGE!”

  Getting to Tori is the only thought I have. Rushing forward, I wrap my arms around her and try to hold her still. She is still s
haking her head, and she head-butts me in the mouth. “Dammit.” She freezes. I pull back to look at her and try to have a rational conversation, but she starts babbling first.

  “Pleasepleaseplease, Jax, don’t make me do this. I’m sorry I don’t cooperate; I’m sorry you don’t find me attractive or want me; I’m sorry you have to have sex with people you don’t want; I’m sorry I’m a mess, and you’ve spent more time caring for me than doing your job. I don’t want you to get in trouble but can’t I just have sex with you? I promise to be willing and make all the right sounds and faces. The times you’ve touched me so far have been incredible, I’m sure I will like it. Your friend is pretty enough, but I don’t want him. I want you. Please, Jax, make him go away.”

  “Love.” Shit! Tears are streaming down her face. I would spend the rest of my life trying to keep her happy, so she never cries. Before I can say anything else, she babbles on.

  “I don’t know why you do this job, but I can see that you can be a good man. My father is a good man, and he loves me very much. It will destroy him if he finds out that his only daughter still alive is being kept here against her will. My sister is dead, and I’m all he has. Please, Jax, please just don’t hurt me. I will stay with you and do whatever you want. I will pretend that we are together and happy. Even though you kidnapped me, I will never tell anyone. I can make you happy. I will do anything you want but please don’t make me have sex with two men.”

  ∞∞∞

  “TORI! Shit! Love, please stop and listen.”

  She is stunned silent, probably from the use of her name. Shit! I hope no one else heard me. This situation is getting out of control, and I’m going to blow my cover myself. Holy shit! She is so confused, and I’m the only one to blame.

  “Love..... Not want you? I want you so bad, my body, my hands, my mouth, wants no one else ever again. Not find you attractive? Everyone on the planet would find you attractive, but to me, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. What do you mean you’re willing to have sex with me and make all the right sounds and faces? What the hell! If I take you, I will spend my life worshipping your body. There will be no end to your pleasure. You will scream for me, not because you’re supposed to but because you can’t help it. You will love what I do to you, and you better not want Savage because I will never let him touch you. I am not a good man. I have done many things for the supposed good of my country that I’m not proud of, but I will spend the rest of my life trying to be a better man for you. There are so many things I can’t tell you, things that will put all of our lives in danger. You need to trust me, Love. Please, I just need a few more days.”

  Just as she nods, I hear a faint tick. Looking up, I see the camera has just turned on, probably hoping to catch a threesome. Not gonna happen, however, I will give them a show that will satisfy them for a few days.

  “Love, can you trust me?” She barely nods. “I promise I will make this so good that you will forget where you are.”

  Slowly laying her back, she clings to the sheet, and I allow her to keep it. These Peeping Tom bastards will not need to see her fully to understand what I’m doing to her and that her reaction is an honest one.

  Chapter Seven

  Façade:

  *a deceptive outward appearance.

  He is spooning me once again. This has become familiar and all too comfortable for me; kind of like a favorite routine. Why do I have feelings for this man? There is something about him. I can see it in his eyes that he is not who he says he is, so who is he trying to deceive, The House or me?

  ∞∞∞

  “Wake up, Sleepyheads.”

  I twist around to see Savage enter the room with a tray full of pancakes and a gallon of milk. Where is Slim? Troy is probably taking his protection duty to heart. Is he sleeping on the couch downstairs? Maybe that’s why no one has come down here; he is like a bulldog protecting his territory. That was the best I’ve slept since coming here, and I’m sure it’s because I know Savage has my back.

  “Don’t you knock?” I grumble.

  “Only when I DON’T want to catch someone doing the nasty, and by the sounds coming out of here yesterday, I was hoping TO catch someone doing the nasty.”

  “You’re such a perverted bastard, Savage. Are you sure your momma didn’t drop you on your head, A LOT?

  “She says only twice, but I’m sure that is what made me so endowed. Lack of blood flow to the brain during the concussion caused excess blood flow to my happy member.”

  Ever since ‘the one that got away,’ Troy has used sex and comedy to dull the ache that he won’t talk about. You would have thought someone cut off his right arm. For over two and a half years, I’ve been trying to pull him out of his funk, except he seems happy to wallow in misery. Almost like he feels that he deserves the punishment. I think he likes the act of threesomes, so he doesn’t get attached. He always considers the women mine, and he is just helping.

  “Well, sorry to disappoint you but we have nothing to show, and we don’t want to see your excess anything.” Tori giggles and I spin my head so fast I feel like I give myself whiplash. We lock gazes, and she blushes then looks down. That will be the other thing I spend my life doing, getting Tori to laugh. It is angelic.

  ∞∞∞

  Not only is Savage extremely gorgeous, but he is funny too. Today when he walked in, I didn’t panic and freak out like yesterday. Maybe because Jax assured me that his partner would never touch me. How are they going to work that out when the buyer wants to see threesome action?

  “Well, Pimp Daddy here has to feed my ladies.”

  He walks out, and I stare after him open-mouthed. Did he just call the other women prostitutes or was that part of an act too? Damn, I hope it was an act.

  “Love,......he’s a good guy. I know he’s a little crass, and he scared you a little yesterday, but he will protect those women with his life. I need him here to help me protect all of you. There seems to be a mutiny taking place upstairs where I’m concerned, and I need all the help I can get.”

  Once again I am in Jax’s lap while he feeds me pancakes. Last night he let me wear one of his t-shirts to bed, so sitting on his lap this morning makes me feel less exposed. What is it about this man? His actions and words do not fit the profile of sexual dominant slave trainer. He seems very reluctant to touch me at all in a sexual way unless the camera is on and we have to perform. When the camera is off, he holds me gently and spoons me at night. He whispers in my ear when he thinks I’m asleep. Things like, “I hope you forgive me when you know the truth, and please Baby, choose me. What truth is he talking about? Is he taking me from here to keep me for himself? What does he mean by choose him? Of all the choices I could possibly have, I would choose him over the others, but when have I been given a choice? I would definitely choose to go home and make sure my dad is okay. I would also visit my sister’s grave and tell her how sorry I am that I didn’t fight harder. That even though I have not been raped or tortured, I would trade places with her so she could live.

  “Tori, are you hurt or sick? Why are you crying, Love?”

  I didn’t even realize that I was crying. “My heart hurts.” I sniff softly.

  “Soon, Love, soon. It will be better soon.”

  ∞∞∞

  Shit! How does someone respond to that? In The Club, I have had subs ask for pain to release emotion. Subs have asked for rough sex for the same reason but never has one told me that their heart was breaking. Isn’t that what she means? Is she only devastated over her loss of freedom and choices or have I done something to break her heart? Does she feel used and betrayed by me? I know I can’t tell her anything that will blow our cover, however, I have to say something to ease her pain.

  “Victoria, I need you to listen. Not only with your ears but your heart as well. I am truly here to help you. In the short amount of time that I’ve been here, I have come to care deeply for you. I just need you to hold on for just a few more days, and everything I’ve kept fr
om you will be revealed.”

  “How do you know my name? The other guards only called me Pet, and I never told them my real name. They said the big boss didn’t allow names because it made it too personal. You have called me Tori, which only my family and friends call me, and now you’ve called me Victoria.”

  Dammit! She is too perceptive. I still can’t reveal to her what she wants to know, not yet. “Love, Sully gave me your name because I told him I wouldn’t work with you if I didn’t have it.” Her face fell. I could tell she was hoping for some connection to her family. That maybe they sent me here to save her. I don’t want to tell her that I accepted the job before I even knew anything about her. I knew Sully was up to something nefarious when he approached me in The X Club, and I was hoping to put him away, but I can’t say that either. The meeting with Derek about his mystery guest was the first thing that led me to find her. Once I saw her picture, I knew I couldn’t walk away. I can’t say that either, so I say nothing else and watch her hopes be dashed all over again. I hope she will be able to forgive me once we are safe. I don’t think I can live without her.

  ∞∞∞

  With my last hope destroyed, I am once again resigned to never being free. Not being free of this house or free of Jax, is irrelevant. He may take me from here and swear to protect me and keep me safe, but I will still be owned. If the circumstances were different, would I mind being owned by Jax? I don’t know. I think I’m in love with him but at the first opportunity, I will leave him. My heart will break and be too damaged to ever love another. Jax says he cares for me but in what way? He asks me to trust him and give him time, but for what? Just then, Savage walks back into the room and stares at us. I’m sure he is wondering why his partner is so cozy with me.

  “Well, hello again, Love Birds. The women are good, so I’m going upstairs to scope things out. Mingle with evil and all that. Do you two need anything, lube, condoms, alcohol to lose your inhibitions and get busy?”