“I don’t get it, though.” Her voice is so small, so scared. I can’t help but feel pleased with myself for making her sound that way… even if I know it makes me a piece of shit. “He wanted to rape me. I get that. And I’m glad and grateful you stopped it from happening. But why do we have to hide here? Why can’t I go back to the hotel? And why do I have to be tied up? I swear, I’d never leave the room until it’s time to go home. Believe me. I don’t want to go anywhere else anymore.”
“Sorry your vacation was ruined.”
“Fuck you, you psycho.” Apparently, she’s not as scared as she looks. Either that or her impulse control is as bad as mine. Whatever the reason she does it, she stirs my anger again.
“Fine. You want to know why you’re here? And why neither of us can leave?” I get up and move to my safe, sitting behind a cabinet under the sink. I keep the sort of things in there nobody else needs to see. Like my burner phones. The one I used last sits up front and I grab it, then pull up the texts I sent to Jake.
I toss the phone onto the bed and she picks it up. “What’s this supposed to be?” She frowns at the photos.
“What do you think it is?”
“I mean… this is me. Pictures of me.” She scrolls through them. “On the beach. At the resort.”
“He slipped you a drug because he was going to kidnap and sell you. He puts these photos up on a website where subjects are auctioned off to the highest bidder. Sometimes the bidder is a group, like the sort of people who run prostitution rings.” Best to keep things simple so she’ll understand. No need to get detailed. “Sometimes it’s a wealthy guy, like some aristocrat in Europe who’ll keep the subject for himself. But the prostitution one is more common.”
I walk over and take the phone back, then sit on the edge of the bed. She slides as far away from me as she can.
“Subjects?” Her voice is thick with tears. “They’re people. Girls. Women. You traffic women.”
“Whatever you say.” I stopped thinking about it that way a long time ago.
“And, what? You get paid for it?”
“No. I do it for free because it’s my passion,” I say sarcastically. When she shoots me a dirty look, I shoot it back. “Listen, they lost out on a lot of money when I took you away from him. They’re probably still bidding on you as we speak.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
“Yeah, it is. You came this close to getting trafficked last night, and I kept it from happening at great expense to myself. You could try being grateful.”
She blinks hard as her head snaps back. “Oh, I’m sorry I forgot to thank you for saving me from your sex trafficker buddies, then holding me hostage and tying me to a bed.” Her free leg shoots out and her foot connects with my kidney. For someone so small, she packs a lot into a kick.
She regrets it, too, once I close a hand around her ankle and squeeze. “Another stupid choice,” I growl. I can’t stop myself and yank her leg until she’s on her back again, and this time I don’t stop at her knee when my hands slide up her legs.
“Please, don’t hurt me!”
I’m tired of hearing it. “You think this is bad?” I work the dress up over her hips and feast my eyes on her tiny white thong. It’s barely big enough to cover her pussy. Desire uncoils in me, dark and needful. “What do you think you’d have to go through if I didn’t stop things last night? Huh?” A few tugs and the flimsy thing no longer blocks my view. My breath catches at the sight of her smooth lips and the pink clit barely peeking out at the top of her slit.
I spread her legs and wedge myself between them, on my knees. “You could fight all you wanted, but it wouldn’t matter. They could still do this to you.” I run my thumb up and down her slit before sliding further inside. Her hips buck, but I hold her down with my other hand, focusing attention on her clit. “Though they wouldn’t care if you come. They wouldn’t take the time to make you feel good. They’d shove their cock in your ass and fuck you until you bled.”
She lets out a broken cry that makes my cock surge harder than ever. I unzip and free it. Precum glistens on the tip, and I smear it over my shaft while rubbing small circles over her clit. “They’d get in line to use you, two or three at a time. Filling all your holes. Fucking your face while you jerked other guys off. They’d come on you and walk away and more would take their place.”
I’m not imagining it. I can smell her pussy, like she’s getting hot over what’s happening.
“They’d use you and hurt you and keep you high so there’d be nothing you could do to make it stop.” I stroke myself faster while shoving two fingers up her cunt, where it’s wet and hot and so fucking tight. She’s still moving, only now I don’t know if she’s fighting or about to come.
Suddenly her muscles tighten around my fingers. She lets out a single moan, loud and long, fingers digging into the pillow on either side of her head. I watch for a heartbeat or two before the urge to let go overcomes me. My cum splashes against her mound and stomach, and I close my eyes in relief once the last spasm passes.
There’s only the sound of the two of us breathing hard. I open my eyes to look down at her. She’s flushed, sweaty. Her chest is heaving.
Because she came. She wants to get away from me, but she came. It didn’t even take that much work. It makes me smirk as I get off the bed to grab a washcloth from the bathroom. She lies still, staring at the ceiling while I wipe her clean.
“Now you know who’s in charge and what you owe me.” I glance up at her. She hasn’t moved. “Don’t try that shit again. You won’t like it so much next time.”