Page 34 of Captivated with Them

I didn’t know much about the country I lived in either. The only education I’d ever been given was to do with pleasing men, and learning to read and write hadn’t been included. Ryan had spent time with me, teaching me my letters, but I still struggled. Even if this man showed me where his country was on a map, it wouldn’t have meant anything to me.

“It’s very beautiful there,” he continued. “Lots of sunshine, fresh food, close to the ocean and beaches. I think you’ll be very happy there, Rue.”

I nodded and kept my head down, not wanting him to read my thoughts. I wanted to tell him that I’d never be happy anywhere if I wasn’t with the men I loved, but I knew how that would be taken.

Inside, I was screaming and throwing things and telling both these men exactly what I thought of them, but if I let my true feelings show, I wouldn’t be the one who was punished. I didn’t know where Dillon was being held, but each time a smart retort appeared on my tongue, I brought back the image of him with the gun jammed against his temple, and the comment quickly faded away. I sat, externally docile, while my teeth and fists were clenched, as I held in my true thoughts and emotions.

His hand landed on my thigh, massaging lightly, moving higher.

“So, what do you think?” he asked.

I pressed my lips together and nodded. My voice came out as a squeak. “It sounds beautiful.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

My dress was short, and I suddenly wished I had chosen something else to wear. His hand went higher, and I wanted to push him away, but Frankie was watching from the doorway, and I couldn’t risk displeasing him.

He nudged his hand between my thighs. “That’s right, good girl. Show me what you have to offer.”

Swallowing my revulsion, I parted my legs, giving him better access. My underwear was a mere slip of material.

The guys wouldn’t hate me for this. They’d understand I was only doing what I had to. I would never betray them.

But that didn’t stop my heart from breaking as his fingers met the juncture of my thighs, pressing against my pussy over the top of my panties. He rubbed me with two fingers, slow and firm, and my core tightened in response. Unable to help myself, my body responded, flooding me with wetness. I’d been conditioned to react in this way over the years, and even when my head said no, my body betrayed me.

Davide must have noticed, as he smiled. He was watching my face intently, judging my reaction.

“You like that, don’t you? I can feel how wet your pussy is already. Does it feel good when I touch you like this?”

I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded, not wanting him to see the lie on my face.

“I think we can make each other feel good, don’t you?”

He leaned in and swept my hair away and kissed my neck. He took hold of my hand and placed it over the top of his pants. His erection tented the material, and with no other choice, I rubbed him. Would he want me to unzip him and free his cock? It felt strange with Frankie standing behind us, but perhaps Davide liked it when others watched. I knew plenty of men did.

He pushed my panties to one side, and his fingers met with flesh. He penetrated me, and I gasped, turning my face from him, doing my best to pretend he was someone else. That I was someone else.

“Unzip me,” he commanded.

I did as he said, pulling down his zipper and reaching into his pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and the hot, silky skin of his dick filled my palm. I worked automatically, curling my fingers around his girth and pumping him in time to the rhythm of his fingers inside me.

Involuntarily, a low moan escaped my lips, and I tilted my hips. I hated that pleasure built in my core, even though I hated what was happening. My nipples had hardened and were rubbing against the front of my dress.

“That’s enough.” Frankie’s voice cut through the moment. “You’ve had a taste. You’ll have to wait until the deal is done to get the full experience.”

To my surprise, my potential new owner didn’t give Frankie any argument. I quickly snatched my hand away from his dick, relieved to be given a reprieve.

He slipped his fingers from my pussy then lifted them to his mouth and sucked them off, one by one. He leaned into me, conspiratorial, and spoke against my ear.

“Your current owner is a tease,” he said, his voice a low growl. “We’ll finish this when you’re mine.”

I squeezed my thighs together, my arousal fading, and stared down at my lap, not knowing how to respond. Was this man going to be my future? I didn’t want that. Just being near him made my heart ache for Kodee, Ryan, and Dillon.

I wanted to get back to my room so I could wash. I’d be able to smell the sweet muskiness of his cock on my palm. I got to my feet and stepped away.

“I can always take her early,” Davide offered Frankie. “I’m happy to make the payment now.”

But, to my relief, Frankie shook his head. “No, she’s needed until the end of the week. After that, you can do whatever you wish with her.”

Davide flashed me a knowing smile. “I guess I will have to wait until then.” He nodded, slow and deliberate. “Until then, Rue.”

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