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“Rules are rules.”

  Her teeth appeared on her lip again and she nodded.

  “I have experienced regret during my time.”

  She wanted to ask me more, but I beat her to it.

  “Have you thought about being fucked by me?” I asked.

  Her cheeks were bright red. “Yes.”

  “Good. I’ve got two dares to play,” I said. “Do you want to take them both now?”

  She nodded and said, “Yes,” at the same time.

  Running my finger across my lip, I looked at her, wondering what I could have her do. “I dare you … to remove all of your clothes, sit back, spread your thighs, and finger your pussy while we play. That will deal for two of the dares.”

  “You can’t be serious.”

  “I’m not laughing. I’m totally serious.”

  I expected her to deny me.

  Ashley was full of surprises. She got to her feet and removed her clothes, getting naked for me.

  I watched. My cock was already thickening in my boxer briefs.

  “Do you want me to get a towel for the sofa?”

  I liked that she knew she was going to be aroused.

  “No. I’ve got people who clean it.”

  She sat back down, spread her thighs, and I watched her hand move between her thighs. A single finger touching herself.

  “It’s my turn,” she said, somewhat breathlessly. With the way she touched her pussy, I was so close to calling the game to an end.

  “Did you want to do this with Emily?” she asked.

  I wasn’t expecting that kind of question. At first, I wasn’t sure I’d heard it properly.

  “What?”

  “You heard me.” She paused in touching herself. Her fingers held on her pussy.

  “Keep playing, and no. I didn’t want to do this with Emily.” Was she jealous? “Do you want me to do this with Emily?”

  “No.”

  I smirked. I couldn’t help it.

  “It’s a dare,” I said. “Ask me.”

  “I dare you … to let the next bunch of women who have been captured go back to their families, safe.”

  I tensed up. “This is not part of the game,” I said, annoyance taking over.

  “You didn’t put any boundaries on the dare. You either play or you forfeit. What’s it going to be?”

  “It’s just a game.”

  She removed her hand. “Then I can stop at any moment and bring this to an end.”

  I watched her.

  Just as she was about to get to her feet, I stopped her.

  “Deal,” I said.

  “How do I know you’ll see it through?” she asked.

  “I will make sure it is done. You have my word,” I said. Now I was somewhat pissed. The next shipment was coming in tomorrow. Allowing them to be set free went against every single part of me.

  I could lie.

  This game was supposed to be fun, but she’d made it serious.

  It was my turn. “I dare you, Ashley, to let me fuck your tight little ass, right here, right now.”

  She went even redder at my words.

  This wasn’t supposed to escalate.

  “Don’t you … isn’t there…”

  “Yes, or no.”

  She stopped touching her pussy.

  I tutted. “You should have known that when you up the stakes, there are consequences.”

  “Don’t you have to get some lubricant?”

  I smiled as I reached into the secret compartment of the sofa, retrieving what I needed. I was a man prepared for everything. “Yes, or no. If it’s a no, we go back, and the dare you’ve given me is forfeit as well.”

  I wasn’t a man who would give a woman an out.

  Ashley pushed me. Tested me.

  “Yes,” she said, surprising the fucking shit out of me. Especially when she moved, sinking her knees into the cushion, presenting me with her back. Her head rested on the edge of the sofa, her gaze on me as she reached around, grabbed her ass, and spread the cheeks wide, showing off her anus. “I’m all yours.”

  My cock was rock-hard.

  Getting to my feet, I slid my boxers down, exposing my rock-hard cock. I had the lubrication in my hand, and I moved behind her. Opening the lube, I squeezed some on my fingers and pressed them against her asshole, getting her nice and wet.

  She let out a little gasp, and if it was possible, her body got even tighter at my touch.

  “You can end this at any time.”

  I had every intention of fucking her ass, but I planned to enjoy her pussy first, getting her used to taking cock before I brought her to the more intense side of fucking. She’d made her choice by the last dare she’d given me.

  “No, I want this.”

  I wasn’t sure if that was a lie or not. Either way, I pressed the tip of my finger against her ass.

  Tension mounted in her body as I worked my finger over her puckered hole.

  Pressing the tip against her tight muscles, it was near impossible to penetrate her ass. In and out, I worked my finger inside her.

  She was so tight.

  I put down the tube of lubrication and reached between her thighs to cup her pussy. Spreading her lips, I stroked across her clit, feeling the moisture begin to gather. I stroked and teased her clit, driving her wild with need. I wanted her to be completely into it. Taking her ass, if I wasn’t careful, was going to hurt. I didn’t want to hurt her. All I wanted to do was get her to the point of pleasure that she couldn’t handle it.

  In and out, I worked my finger in her ass while teasing her pussy, drawing her closer to the peak, driving her higher and higher.

  She was so tight.

  Adding a second finger, I continued to work her pussy, feeling her tighten all around me with each flick across her pussy.

  She was getting wetter.

  My dick was so fucking hard.

  When I could stretch her ass to a third finger, her hands gripped the edge of the sofa. Her knuckles were pure white, but she also let out a moan, and her cunt was dripping. She pressed her palm against me, but she wasn’t trying to push away from me.

  Letting her go, I swiped my palm across my dick, covering it with her arousal before grabbing the lube.

  She was nice and slick, but I didn’t want to hurt her, and the only way to guarantee that was to be prepared.

  I coated my entire length and tossed the tube to the side. I wasn’t going to be needing it.

  With her in position, I angled her just right so I could have the perfect access to her body. She tensed up again.

  “Fucking relax,” I said.

  I gripped her hip as I pressed the tip of my cock to her anus.

  She tightened up.

  Moving from her hip, I cupped her pussy again while at the same time I worked my dick into her ass.

  I pushed past the tight ring of muscles, and she released a cry. It wasn’t one of pain, but I held myself within her, stroking her pussy, building her orgasm back up, until she was the one pushing against my cock, trying to take me.

  Inch by glorious fucking inch, I pressed into her tight little asshole.

  Ashley took me balls deep, and as I sat at the hilt, the hand I’d been holding my dick to guide into her slid up, wrapping around her neck, pulling her back against me.

  I was still teasing her clit, not wanting to let go. Giving her every single kind of pleasure I could think of.

  My name fell from her lips.

  A promise?

  Hunger?

  Slowly, I began to work my dick out of her tight ass until only the tip of me remained. I did shallow thrusts, not pushing all the way in, working her pussy as I took her ass.

  She was so fucking tight. I knew her pussy was going to be as well. No man had possessed her ass or her pussy.

  I was going to be claiming all of it.

  Ashley’s firsts all belonged to me.

  Biting her neck, I sucked on her pulse, desperate to mark her. To secure her as mine for the rest of my
fucking life. I couldn’t get enough.

  I felt the change within her ass. The flutters telling me she was about to come. I didn’t make her wait.

  As I got her off, her moans filled the room, echoing off the walls. Ashley came with abandon, never holding back. She didn’t fake it. Every single part of her was real. As she came, she became mindless. Her body jerking against me, begging for more, riding my cock as I fucked her ass.

  I gritted my teeth, trying to stop myself from coming, but it was no use. I wanted to fuck her so hard.

  Holding myself back wasn’t a practice I was used to.

  The instant her release was over with, I grabbed her hips and fucked her ass, going deeply, using her body to satisfy my own needs.

  My fingers tightened, and I knew I was going to leave marks tomorrow, but I didn’t care. I slammed deep inside her and flooded her asshole with my cum.

  We were both panting.

  I didn’t pull away, not immediately.

  Moving her hair out of my way, I kissed her neck. “Be careful how you play with me, Ashley.”

  It wasn’t supposed to sound like a threat, but even to my own ears, it did.

  Chapter Eleven

  Ashley

  I hadn’t seen Earl since last night.

  He didn’t come to bed.

  At least, I didn’t think he did. There was no mark on the bed to show he’d been there. I lay for an hour after I woke, touching his pillow, wondering why he didn’t join me.

  It wasn’t like him.

  In the short time I’d known him and we’d been sleeping together in the same bed, I’d gotten used to his arms holding me.

  One night, and I already missed him.

  Even after what happened last night, I still wanted him to hold me.

  The game shouldn’t have gone the way it did.

  I couldn’t take the dare back, and once it left my mouth, and I wanted to see if he’d actually see it through. Of course, he may not, and my submission to him was fruitful. Only … I’d enjoyed it.

  The way he’d taken me.

  His gruff demand.

  His hands on my body.

  The touch of his cock.

  His fingers.

  All of it created a hunger I didn’t understand.

  How could I feel anything for him? And yet, I had.

  By the time he’d worked my ass and my pussy, I’d wanted it. I didn’t mind what he had to do to get it.

  I was sore this morning. After he’d completed inside my ass, he hadn’t wasted any time. He’d used tissues to cover my anus, wiping the drops of his cum that spilled out. Then he’d picked me up and carried me upstairs even though I told him not to. He’d run me a bath and stayed with me as I washed.

  The salts had helped to ease the tension that had built within my body.

  I couldn’t believe I was still a virgin but had experienced anal sex.

  After flinging off the blanket, I walked to the bathroom. Once I’d used the toilet, I flushed and went to the sink. I washed my hands, reached for my toothbrush, and went through the motions of my morning routine.

  Breath fresh, face washed, hair in some kind of order, I walked back into the bedroom.

  Without thinking, I made the bed before finding something to wear. I settled on a summer dress. This time, I wore a bra and panties.

  I’d been a little more adventurous on the island and opted for no underwear, but today, it felt like an extra layer of protection.

  When my stomach’s growls got too loud to ignore, I left the bedroom in search of the kitchen.

  Stale bread lay on the counter beneath a towel, getting ready for the French toast I intended to make.

  Gathering my ingredients from the fridge, I started to prepare, aware I couldn’t hear a sound.

  Silence wasn’t usual.

  Earl sometimes came and found me when I was making breakfast.

  Still nothing.

  I wanted to call out.

  I was tempted to stop making breakfast, to go and find him. As I dipped the bread into the bowl, letting it soak up the mixture, I headed toward the kitchen door but stopped myself.

  If Earl wanted me, he’d have come and found me.

  Maybe he needed space.

  Last night had been intense.

  I knew because even as I tried not to think about it, I couldn’t seem to stop. Each action seemed to remind me of last night.

  My body ached in places I didn’t know were capable. Drawing my focus back to breakfast, I pre-heated a skillet, added a tiny bit of butter, and then layered the two drenched slices of toast, turning the heat down. I wanted it to be lovely and crisp on the outside.

  I stood at the stove and couldn’t help but sense someone was watching me.

  Glancing over my shoulder, I looked left, then turned to look right. Nothing. I got the same sense wherever I went. When I didn’t allow myself to think and to just feel.

  It was an odd sensation to have. One I knew that meant I must be going crazy. No one was around.

  There was no way anyone was watching me. I checked to see if one side of the bread was lovely and golden. It was, so I did a nice little flip to toast the other side.

  Cooking was my therapy.

  I loved being in the kitchen and had often fantasized about having my own cooking show. Crazy, I knew, but it was what helped me get through when Emily had her really bad days.

  With my toast done, I slid it onto a plate, grabbed a knife and fork, poured myself a cup of coffee, and dug in.

  I ate alone. Still with the lingering sensation of someone watching.

  The hairs on the back of my neck seemed to rise. I finished my breakfast and rather than linger indoors as the house made me a little nervous, I headed out to the garden. I passed the pool and kept on moving until I found a shaded area with lots of trees providing shelter. I stood beneath them. I hadn’t gone too far because I could still see the house.

  Crossing my arms beneath my breasts, I stood and waited, wondering what the hell I was doing.

  It was stupid to be afraid of a house.

  Earl wasn’t too far.

  Annoyed with myself, I went back, but I didn’t enter.

  Lowering into one of the chaise lounges, I sat back and tried to relax.

  Boredom hit me hard. My need to go into the kitchen built with every passing second.

  The fear hit me hard, and I hated myself for being so afraid.

  There was no way Earl would allow anything to happen to me.

  I stood up.

  Sat down.

  Stood up.

  Sat down.

  Angry, I released a groan and stood the fuck up. I wasn’t going to be beaten by a feeling. A feeling had no meaning to it. My imagination was running wild.

  I walked slowly back to the house.

  I hadn’t cleaned the breakfast dishes this morning, but entering the kitchen, I see they were already gone. This made me pause. Maybe those were the eyes on me? The people who worked here, they needed to know when to come and go, right?

  I had yet to see anyone else besides Earl.

  He’d told me they were around, knowing how to do their job. They had to be the ones I’d felt watching me.

  Feeling stupid, I turned the stove on. Just the sound of the oven firing up brought me a sense of calm.

  With that on, I was ready. I pulled out some ingredients from the fridge that were necessary for baking, and then checked to make sure I had the relevant pans.

  There weren’t many, but I had enough.

  I even spotted some yeast in the fridge. I checked the date and was happy to notice it hadn’t been opened.

  Some cinnamon rolls were in my future, providing I actually had the key ingredient to make them all work.

  Going to the pantry, of course, I found it.

  I didn’t know how Earl knew this was what I’d want to make.

  I got to work.

  Pouring out some milk, sprinkling in some sugar, then the yeast to allow it
to bloom.

  I hummed to myself as I worked.

  No knowable tune, just a sound.

  I was happy.

  Even with the feel of someone watching me. I tuned it out and focused on baking. I measured out the flour, then some salt as the yeast started to work. I included some more sugar, melted some butter, and then some vanilla.

  Again, I was shocked by how many ingredients he had that I could use.

  I loved baking almost as much as I loved cooking.

  With the yeast ready, I poured the mixture into the bowl and started to knead it with my hand. I couldn’t find a mixer, but a little handwork was no problem.

  Once it was all mixed, I poured it out onto the counter and got to work, kneading the living daylights out of it. Pushing my palms in, drawing the dough back.

  The moment it was springy, and I’d built up a bit of a sweat, I swiped my arm across my brow and then oiled the bowl. Dumping the dough inside, I covered it with some plastic wrap and left it to rise.

  Cleaning up my mess didn’t take any time at all.

  The oven was still on. While I waited, I made a batch of sweet scones. Everyone liked a scone with a cup of tea.

  They were in the oven, and the dough was nearly ready after just an hour. I got back to work, making the cinnamon filling.

  I’d finished assembling them and allowed them to proof for a second time when Earl arrived.

  I put the tin in the oven and gave him my full attention.

  He was in a suit.

  In his hand was a piece of paper.

  I’d already cleaned all the mess.

  He slid the paper across the counter to me.

  “What is this?” I asked.

  “Look at it.”

  I didn’t know if I want to.

  My heart had already started to pound. Lifting it up, I saw they were a list of names, followed by locations. Turning it over, I counted fifteen female names on the list, and then looked over at Earl.

  The sickness swirled in my gut.

  “I didn’t back out of my dare.”

  “You had them waiting?” I asked.

  When it came to his life, I shouldn’t question it. This was his work, not mine. Had I saved these women? Put them in more danger?

  “Yes.”

  Earl turned back to face me. “An auction was scheduled in three days. It gives the men enough time to get them in line.”

  “You mean beat and rape them?” I didn’t miss the tic in his jaw.