“More than you can afford cowboy,” she told him.
How were they going to get her out of this situation?
“Funny, I thought holding someone against their will was considered illegal,” Anthony said. “Am I wrong?”
“She’s not being held against her will. She’s an indentured servant until she pays me back,” she replied as she turned the key and opened the door. “Enjoy your evening.”
As soon as they were inside, she locked the door.
They walked into a darkened room and there were whips and cuffs and all kinds of torture items on the wall.
A big table was upright and Wesley heard her before they saw her. They came around and she was tied to the table, her arms above her head and her feet spread out.
“Oh, darling, you are one beautiful sight,” Wesley said with a grin. “I’m going to have to take advantage of this.”
He unbuttoned his pants and shoved them to the floor.
A whimper came from her mouth that had a rag stuffed in it.
“Sweetheart, how in the hell did you get yourself in this situation?” Anthony asked unbuttoning his pants and taking them off.
A tear slid down her face.
With a quick glance, Wesley realized that there were no windows in this room. The only way out was through that door.
Wesley walked over and slapped her on the pussy. She groaned into the rag. “Maybe you should have told us that you owed the madam money.”
She sobbed as he removed the cloth from her mouth. “Yes, I should have. But I thought I had left this all behind in Charleston. She was going to turn me into a whore and I escaped and became a mail-order bride. Your bride.”
“So what is she doing here?”
“The man that took me told me she was run out of town by the people of Charleston.”
“So she must have done something to earn their distrust,” he said.
“One of the other whores told me they had to pack and leave the house within five minutes. Some of the ladies did not get out,” she said.
“Must have been pretty bad if they were making her leave so quickly.”
“I’m so, so sorry,” she said with a sob. “I should have told you.”
“Yes, darling, you should have and you’re going to be punished for not telling us,” Wesley told her. “But you’re all spread out here. We might have to build one of these for the house.”
She sobbed. “I’m your woman. No one else’s.”
“That’s right,” Anthony said. “But from the looks of it here, it’s going to be difficult to get you out of this situation.”
Wesley tried not to be angry, but right now, he didn’t know what to do. And all he could think about was the way she looked all spreadeagle on that table. Tilted at just the right angle.
Again, he slapped her on the pussy, just because he couldn’t get to her ass, and he knew he hadn’t hurt her. But damn, how were they going to get her out of here?
He put his cock against her pussy and slammed it home. Maybe while he fucked her, something would come to mind. They had all night to try to figure out how they were going to get her out of here without them all getting killed.
Anthony walked around the room, looking at all the equipment lining the walls.
“Man, they have enough whips hanging here and this bar thing that goes between her legs. I’ve never seen some of this stuff,” he said.
Wesley was too busy filling her sweet pussy with his cock, fear of losing her making him even more obsessed with her. God, he loved this woman and didn’t want another man touching her. She was theirs.