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"I haven't had an orgasm by someone other than me in almost a year. Maybe the ones you provided put me in a good mood. Maybe you should try to keep me in a good mood while I stay." I didn't want to come out and say that I wanted more of it, but they could take a swing in the dark. No one said a word, so I just kept still in the chair I was tied to and tried to make out more details around my environment through the mask.

"Meow!" Ah, that’s right! They had a kitty. I loved kitties. This just kept getting better and better.

Chapter 8

Kage

Iset up everything we needed for props, going to my craft room in the basement for them. No one expected a man of my stature and build to be into creative outlets, but I liked how projects helped me concentrate when my mind had too many racing thoughts. Since the van ride, they kept being about the woman we brought home for a ransom. Victoria D'amour hadn't been what I expected. She was bitchy and entitled like I thought, but she was a fantasy come to life. I still couldn't get her flavor out of my mouth after licking her pussy into an orgasm, and she let me face fuck her without stopping. I hadn't been with many that could handle being deep throated for that long.

The fucking catcame in then, trying to rub my leg for attention, so I’d have to change my pants after this. For now, I let her because it was hard being in a new place without her owner. Victoria kept talking to the thing through her mask like Missy was a baby needing coddled.

She wouldn’t give my mind a break from her. My hands paused setting up the tripod because my thoughts ran wild with the possibilities we could have with her. Shaking the ideas away, I had to get this done. We were on a time crunch for the ransom to be made and staked. I busied myself with the camera now that the scene had been made with a simple backdrop and props. When time allowed me to, I enjoyed photography. It was a saturated market for extra income when it came to families or events, so I spent most of my time taking ones of nature and sending them into magazines that would pay for the image, but I did do photos for those I liked, like Ruby.

Now, Leo wore a loose dress and bra that I hurried to a secondhand store to find. They even had a wig to help build the character. He'd be wearing a mask, so we didn't need to apply makeup, but I thought it would be fun. He didn't. Smirking, he must've seen me checking his new look out.

"How's your endcoming?" Leo asked from this spot at the kitchen table, warning me to not say a thing about his outfit and wig. He kept typing manically to hide our location and make a false trail just long enough for them not to pinpoint our location.

"Almost ready. You, Sweetheart? Need a back massage? How’s the cankles?"

"Fuck. Off." He glared then shrugged. "It's usually a foot massage from the things I've read, anyway." His words only made me laugh even harder. He made a good little priss, but he wasn't as cute as the one in our kitchen. Speaking of our little slut, Leo let his eyes gravitate toward Talon carrying her chair into the living room with her still attached.

"This is so disrespectful and unprofessional! You could've just untied me and re-tied me! I'm a lady!"

"You're forgetting my dick got wetinwhat makes you alady," Talon teased her. "And you liked being disrespected then, you dirty little slut."

Yeah, that got her to shut up. I had a feeling she'd be ten shades of red under the hood, but I left her be to get my end done. Well, I would've but that was when Talon removed the cloth bag from her head. We planned to soon because she already knew Leopold's identity, but Talon picked whenshe'd show embarrassment to do it. He wanted to teach her how things would work around here. Her face and chest were flush in embarrassment and anger, glaring daggers into his skull. We only thought it would be fair for her to see us too for Leo not to take the fall completely. He would, but we'd never ask him to.

I set the burner phone up to record, waiting on the order to push play. Her eyes traveled around the room, spying me. They widened at the sight. Most girls feared me because of my large frame and scars, but she didn't look afraid. If anything, she looked a little excited, and my dick tried to get hard again. The stupid thing really liked our new guest, but it forgot they couldn’t handle the ones underneath my clothes. I couldn't let her get too close to me. No one but the two men I lived with did. Sex could be casual, or I could pay for it, but love was off the table for someone like me. It ruined everything it touched.

"I'll be ready to go in two minutes!" Leo called from the kitchen. I pushed a cord into the phone before running the long extension to him where he plugged it into his computer. He opened the programs he needed and made the feed go directly to him, scrambling the device used to record it. My walk back into the living room had me seeing Talon fitting hermouth with a rag he tied through it to shut her up. She looked disheveled from our previous fun and wearing the hood. Anyone who saw this would know we meant business by her appearance, but they wouldn’t know it was sex that roughed her up.

Talon put on his black gloves and hockey mask to embody the man who abducted her. He hid everything about him, adding some stuffing to make him look chubby. We'd share a laugh later as he stuffed it up around his gut, but we had business to attend to. Talon switched on his voice scrambler and nodded for me to press play. I made sure to keep the damn cat under my arm because she wanted to go forward and give us away. I’d have to shower after this, but it wouldn’t be enough now that I touched the fur.

"Stanley D'amour. Your mistakes are finally catching up to you. You thought you could easily get away with what you've done to your employees across the city, but we're not having it. If we don't receive two million dollars by Sunday, February fourteenth before 3:00 P.M., you'll never see your daughter again. Once the money is secured, we’ll make a drop zone for the girl." His hand fisted into her hair, yanking her face to be seen on the camera I positioned properly. That's when Leo entered the frame briefly for me to capturethe profile of his body. His ski mask sat in place to hide his identify, but the wig hair spilled from the bottom for a better image. Leo didn't stay long in the frame and went back to his computer to do his part to keep our location hidden.

Victoria let out a whimper to Talon's tight hold, scrunching her teary eyes to appear terrified for the camera. Damn, she was a natural. Her blue eyes looked right into the phone I used just as Talon ripped the rag down from her mouth. The bite of realistic pain would show them we meant business. Her pouty lips inhaled as she closed her eyes to cry and shake her head before looking back at the camera. "Daddy?"

And cut. I turned off the video right then to have that ending be dramatic. When they heard the beep to end it, we all cheered—including the woman we kidnapped. I started to understand her relationship to her father had been strained, and she wanted to see him sweat. Part of her wanted to feel important enough to him to see him be the white knight who'd save her, but she also knew what cards she had to play to even get an audience. It hurt my heart to see such a beautiful girl not being treated right by her dad. We'd only just met today, and she didn't even know my name, but she said more in her silence and acceptance than I'd learn in any autobiography.

Her eyes took in my backdrop of a warehouse setting. I used it to do photos for a friend and his motorcycle, but it fit the aesthetic now. Victoria scanned over the props that I had from broken pallets to a Persian rug under her feet to make her the center stage. "Not gonna lie, this is impressive. I'd never know I wasn't actually in a warehouse."

"K knows his details," Talon applauded my work. He never took all the credit. This plan made all three of us put our strengths together to pull off the impossible. Leopold was our tech guy, Tal made the plan, and I arranged all the small details to make sure everything would go according to plan and looked the part. It took us two weeks to piece this plan together—me literally sewing the pieces to cover our van—but we did. She did a bank drop on the same day at the same time twice a week, so we had to map that part first. Our other side hustles just happened to be enough to elevate our performances to keep the cops far away from us.

"Is it a studio backdrop? Like for photography?"

"Something like that," I murmured, hating that I liked her paying attention to one of my passions.

"You mentioneddoing maternity photos earlier," she reminded me.

"If you weren't our hostage, I'd take you down to see his craft room," Tal just had to add.

"Craft room? For a man?" She had to refrain from laughing. Women always laughed, so I never spoke about it.

"Men can enjoy being creative too," Leo tried to defend me. "My creativity is in coding and encrypting, T's is in putting his OCD to good use, and K's artistic side brings in a pretty penny."

"Thanks, Leo, but I don't need you to defend me to someone like her. She'd probably have issues with how dirty some of my crafts get. It might ruin her nails." My comment made her turn dark, and I liked that even more. I liked her fight and wanted to see more of it now that we came to an odd agreement.

What would she really be up for?

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