Caged, p.3
Caged, page 3
I bit my tongue and didn’t say another word in hopes that the punishment would soon come to an end. But I couldn’t hold back the gasps and whimpers that escaped through my lips with every searing swat to my flesh. It hurt! It fucking hurt more than I thought a spanking could! Eddie’s hand felt as if it suddenly had morphed into a solid piece of wood.
Eddie positioned my legs so they were spread as far apart as possible in the position I was in. He then began to spank my inner thighs, dangerously close to my exposed pussy. I held my breath each time his fingertips grazed the delicate, intimate flesh. His slaps on my inner leg weren’t as hard as he had been spanking on my butt, but the sting was far worse. The cool air on my moistened sex heated my face. I wanted to scream, cry, shout out in disgust, but the shame and humiliation was so much that all I could do was muffle every noise that wanted to come from within.
Maybe if I lay perfectly still and remained completely quiet, Eddie would stop the assault.
But Eddie had other plans than a simple cease and desist.
I should have known he wouldn’t avoid my spread and susceptible pussy.
The slap to my silky folds forced a sound from my lips that resonated between a moan and a whimper—both erotic and painful.
You could hear the wetness of my flesh against the fingertips of Eddie’s hand. The sound filled me with the ultimate mortification, and I knew there was no way that Eddie would miss my body’s reaction to his force.
He didn’t say anything—which I hadn’t expected—but instead spanked me a few more times on the lips of my pussy.
Jesus. Could the driver hear the sound of a hand smacking wet skin?
If Eddie didn’t kill me and put me out of my misery, the embarrassment surely would.
Finally, the pussy spanking stopped, but it was replaced with Eddie shoving a finger inside of me.
“Don’t,” I moaned, though anyone listening wouldn’t have believed I wanted it to stop.
“Have you not learned?” Eddie asked. “You don’t tell me what to do.”
I expected the punishment to continue due to my verbal outburst, but instead, he pumped his finger in and out of my pussy. I bucked and writhed against his hand, unsure if I wanted his finger fucking to continue or for it to come to an end.
Sadly, my body decided for me as intense arousal formed with every press of his finger deep inside of me.
No. No. No.
But my body wouldn’t listen.
Yanking out his finger just as I started to drift away in euphoric bliss, Eddie brought his hand coated with my juices to my face. “Lick it off,” he demanded.
I stared at his wet finger, musky with my scent, not certain I had heard him correctly.
He placed his finger on my lips and pressed past them. “Clean my finger.”
Not really having a choice, since his finger already rested on my tongue and I could taste the saltiness of my desire, I did as he commanded. I suckled on his finger as my pussy throbbed for more.
“That’s right. Swirl your tongue around,” he said. “Next time I’m forced to shove something inside your mouth—or your pussy—it won’t be my finger.”
A shiver ran down my spine at his threat, but I compliantly licked as I continued to suck in hopes of pleasing him.
Clearly satisfied with the cleanliness, he pulled his finger from my mouth. “Punch me again, or even strike out at me, and I’ll not use my hand. I’ll take my belt to this tight ass of yours.” He swatted each cheek harder than he had done before, causing me to cry out with each one. “Are we clear?”
When I didn’t respond right away, he swatted me again even harder. “Are. We. Clear?”
“Yes,” I shouted. Fucking monster. “Yes!”
The spanking stopped, and Eddie positioned my body back to upright. The blood rushed back to my head, making me dizzier than I was before. He had freed my hands, but after what he had just done to me, he might as well have placed handcuffs on them. I wouldn’t dare try to hit the man again. He was stronger than me obviously, but he also had no scruples. I had no doubt he would do exactly as he threatened and whip me with his belt if I did so.
I reached down to pull up my panties but froze when Eddie gripped my wrist firmly.
“No. Leave them exactly where they are,” he commanded.
I almost told him to go fuck himself and pulled up my underwear regardless of what he said, but my throbbing behind—and pussy—kept my mouth shut. I had no choice but to sit back and ignore the fact that my naked and heated flesh pulsated against the leather of the seat as my panties bunched up right above my bare feet. Chills ran across every inch of my skin, contrasting with the bead of sweat that had formed on my upper lip. My heart beat so loudly that I could hear it in my ears. I had no idea what was going to happen to me, but I also could see that demanding answers was not the way to go. I had to outthink the man. I had an education very few had. My IQ could win this battle if I didn’t allow hysterics to get in the way. If Eddie Vasco wanted me dead, he would have done that the minute he forced himself through my door. He clearly wanted me for something. I just had to figure out what that was and give it to him. I wasn’t going to play hero or martyr. There was nothing that I wouldn’t tell the man. I didn’t have confidential information, which could be to his dismay, but even if I did, I would fold. I would do whatever he wanted to get the fuck out of here alive and with all my digits intact.
I squirmed in my seat, trying to alleviate the pressure. I wouldn’t dare look Eddie in the face right now, but I could have sworn that out of the corner of my eye, I saw him smirk.
Bastard. He would pay for this someday.
If I got out of this alive... well, if I got out of this alive, I would run as far away as I could from the name Eddie Vasco. No job was worth this, and the Hamptons with my parents and some boring dinner with a financial advisor sounded heavenly right about now.
I stared out the window to try to get my bearings. I had assumed he was taking me out of the city somewhere, but it appeared we were in Brooklyn by the landmarks we were driving by. I had many pictures on my apartment wall of Eddie being in Brooklyn since it was clearly a favorite neighborhood of his, but I had assumed that if he kidnapped a prosecutor, he would want to disappear and fall off the grid a bit more than driving me past the Costco in Brooklyn.
A flash of panic hit me.
Why wasn’t I blindfolded?
He was allowing me to see everything. Which meant that...
He wouldn’t allow me to leave alive.
I needed to be blindfolded! I needed to be blindfolded now!
But as we turned onto a dirt road and headed toward a large deserted building, I knew it was too late. I knew exactly where Eddie Vasco was taking me.
The Jumping Jack Power Plant.
This towering abandoned industrial building that loomed over the Brooklyn waterfront would be the location of my nightmare.
I had never been inside, though there were many explorers on the hunt for mysterious locations who knew of this place and had taken pictures. I had once attended a gallery opening in the Upper Eastside that highlighted the rusted beams coated in graffiti in the exhibit. I also knew enough to know it had been sealed off in the eighties and would make a perfect place for Eddie Vasco to take me, and no one would ever hear me scream or find my body. My soul would join the other ghosts that haunted the metal chambers.
Was this place the burial grounds for the Vasco family?
There were many rumors that surrounded the Jumping Jack Power Plant. Tales of Satanic rituals, sex parties that took kink to the next level, and even that it was the location for sex auctions. Torrid tales swirled around this place even though very few people knew of its exact location. The only thing factual was that it was once a power station of some sort and once acted as a chop shop since there were pictures of old cars and dilapidated machinery inside. There was also a colossal structure in the middle constructed out of massive beams that resembled a large man doing a jumping jack—hence its name.
“Home, sweet home,” Eddie said as the car pulled up in front of the building.
I didn’t know what he meant by ‘home’ but there was no way this place would be where he lived. He had taken me here for something yet unknown, and then to get rid of my body with the rest of his victims.
Eddie got out of the car and walked around to my side.
I couldn’t get out of the car. If I did, I had no chance at all. Once I entered that structure of death, I knew it was the beginning of the end.
Chapter Four
Eddie Vasco
Never stick your hand inside the cage of a wild animal.
I knew better than this, and yet, as I reached into the car to pull Nayla out, the heel of her foot kicking me square in the nose reminded me of that painful fact.
“Don’t touch me,” she screamed, though her voice sounded hoarse and ragged.
Blinking back tears and tasting the blood gushing out of my nose into my mouth, I shouted through clenched teeth, “Are you fucking kidding me?” Wiping away the blood, though more kept coming, I called out for my driver. “Vinny, give me a hand, will ya?”
This little vixen clearly needed more of a lesson on what acting out got you.
Wide-eyed and half naked, Nayla most certainly put up a fight. She kicked, she punched, she even bit poor Vinny on the forearm. She wasn’t going down without a fight, but a fight I would give her right back.
“Motherfucker!” she screamed, kicking and slapping away at us as we both crouched into the car attempting to pull her out.
I should have tied her up, and I’m sure Vinny agreed.
I tried not to laugh when sweat poured down poor Vinny’s forehead as the tough guy struggled against a wee little lass. Her panties were long gone, and she had not a care in the world that all her naughty bits were on full display as she attempted to fight us off. No one would believe this story if they weren’t seeing it firsthand.
Once we had her out of the car, I ordered, “Bend her over the hood.”
Vinny did as I asked with very little effort. Now that Nayla wasn’t in the backseat and at an odd angle for us to get a hold of, we once again had the upper hand with strength, and my six foot, five inch tall driver who was nothing but a solid mass of muscle didn’t have to even try hard to hold her over the hood and keep her in place.
Her panties had been completely shed during her struggle, so she was totally bare from the waist down. Vinny had already lifted her shirt when he bent her over. Her white ass still had blotches of pink from her earlier spanking delivered by my hand. A spanking that clearly hadn’t taught her a thing.
I unbuckled my belt and yanked it through the loops in one big swoosh. The fact that Nayla looked over her shoulder at me, told me that she had heard the noise herself. Her eyes widened even more as her mouth fell open.
“Let me go,” she said as she tried to break free from Vinny’s grasp. The brute of a man simply moved to the side but kept her pinned down onto the hood and took a hold of her hands in his.
“You better not hit me with that belt,” Vinny said with a chuckle. “I don’t get paid enough for this shit.”
I laughed. “Don’t worry. I have the perfect target in front of me.”
I was speaking of Nayla’s perfect ass. I’d had no intention of fucking her when this all began, but after seeing her ass bent over my lap, spanking her wet pussy and feeling her inner walls tighten around my finger as she mewled in want and in protest... I was seriously rethinking that plan.
I glanced around, making sure I saw no people in the distance and no approaching cars. I needed to get her inside within the safety of the walls as quickly as possible, but I was also a man of my word and acted immediately. I told her what I would do if she struck out at me, and she sure as fuck did that, so it was time for her to pay for her crime.
I folded over the leather of the belt in my hand and approached. “You were warned, Miss Bell.”
She remained silent, though I could see how hard she was breathing and could almost hear the inaudible curses going on in her head. Part of me wanted to listen to each and every one. I found her strength and fire damn sexy, even though my fucking nose throbbed and could very well be broken.
The sound of leather on her backside was truly a beautiful sound. Lash after lash, I brought the belt down upon her naked ass.
Primal, raw, forbidden and yet so old-fashioned and pure.
Her body tensed with every whip of my belt, and she raised up on her toes, but she did not plead for mercy. I think stronger men twice her size would have already cried out for me to stop.
But not Nayla.
I could hear her gasps with every blow of my leather, and I could see her flinching, but she never begged. She couldn’t move due to Vinny, but a part of me believed she would have submitted to my belting regardless if she was held in place or not.
As welts were forming on her white cheeks, I decided that I would cut this discipline short. We still had a lot to accomplish, and I didn’t trust being out in the open for long. That, and my cock was raging hard, and if I didn’t stop now, I would have to plunge it deep inside of her right there on the hood of the car. I was a dirty, kinky bastard, but I wasn’t up for fucking in front of one of my soldiers.
“If I stop, are you going to behave?” I asked, ready to bring the belt down again if I had to.
She nodded.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes,” she said, both the tone of her voice and the complete lack of tension in her body as she laid over the hood signaling her defeat.
“Take off her t-shirt,” I ordered Vinny as I placed my belt back through the hoops of my pants.
Vinny did so with zero fight from Nayla. I had whipped her into submission... for now. I knew that submission only lasted for so long, and I would need to force it upon her again soon enough.
I stood before her, locking my eyes with hers even though the sight of Nayla standing there completely nude nearly took my breath away.
Was it necessary to have Nayla completely naked in order for her to obey me?
No.
But it sure as hell didn’t hurt.
“I’m not a man you can fuck with,” I warned.
I saw her bite her lip, and I could see the ‘fuck you’ blaze in her eyes, but she remained poised.
“Are you going to kill me?” she asked quietly.
“Death is not always the worst thing that can be done to someone,” I answered.
I scooped her up and cradled her in my arms without hesitation.
“You can’t walk in there. The ground’s covered in nails, rusted metal, and other jagged debris.”
She didn’t resist or fight me. She simply turned her head to stare out ahead as I walked toward the building. Yes, she was submissive for now... or she was putting on one hell of a show that she was.
“Bring the car around the west side,” I called over my shoulder to Vinny. I needed to be careful that there were no signs of life around Jumping Jack. A lot had to happen, and I didn’t need any unwanted guests or trouble.
Chapter Five
Nayla Bell
Decades of rust and dirt marred the iron beams of the interior. Glass windows had been shattered many years ago, causing the rays of sunlight casting in to appear jagged on the layers upon layers of age and neglect. Bright colors of graffiti surrounded us, though there were no signs of human life to have created such artwork. There was no visible garbage around. It was as if the place had been cleaned by the ghosts themselves.
With coal and decay crunching under Eddie’s boots, I was happy that he wasn’t making me walk over all of it. He had no issues with causing pain to other parts of my body, but oddly felt the need to protect my feet. I wasn’t comfortable, however, being carried in his arms. The close proximity to my captor shredded my emotions. On one hand, I wanted to flee, fight, and scratch the man’s eyeballs out. But then on the other hand, the warmth of his body against my chilled, exposed skin made me want to snuggle in closer. The way that he carried me was the act of a gentleman, yet the fact that I was nude and being brought to an abandoned power plant against my will was the act of a monster. And the monster smelled good. He smelled really, really good. His spicy cologne mixed with the aura of his manliness lured my senses to him whether I liked it or not.
Staircases crumbled around us, and open walkways above our heads seemed to lead to nothing but mass destruction. Every step Eddie made echoed off the walls of the metal and concrete.
Eddie marched on with a purpose and an obvious destination. I glanced around and wondered if there would be any escape if I were to ever get a chance to run. There were eerie skeletons of old vehicles all around that could give me a place to hide if need be, but the wide-open space would make it nearly impossible to reach any hiding place before being spotted.
The rafters above us creaked, and the wind blowing in through the broken windows whistled through the missing bolts of collapsed beams. The building alone was enough to terrify me. It felt as if we had just entered the mouth of a beast and were about to be devoured.
I wanted to ask why we were here of all places. Surely Eddie Vasco had a penthouse somewhere in the city. With his kind of wealth, it was pretty safe to assume he had several places he resided. He also had the ability to fly us to any destination in the world. So why would he take me to a beat down, nearly destroyed, empty shell relic? I wanted to ask, but my throbbing ass prevented me from doing so in fear that he would punish me for asking too many questions or coming off as demanding answers again. I needed time to regroup, and the fact that I was naked in a man’s arms moments after he had had his finger inside of me bringing me unwanted pleasure...
Well, my head was fucked up right now.
We reached a dead end with nothing but a sliding metal door in front of us. Eddie placed me down gently and glanced at me with a severe look. “Try to run, and I’ll catch you.”
I wasn’t going to run. Not yet. Not until I figured out a plan that wouldn’t land me over his damn knee again, or dead.
