Playing for Satisfaction [Satisfaction Texas 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “Bitch!”

  Then he reached out and backhanded her. She felt her head slam into the wall and things started to go dark, but she didn’t completely pass out. She could hear him moving around muttering to himself.

  “That’s the thanks I get for treating her like a princess. I would have worshipped her. She’d be my queen on a pedestal. But she’s just a whore.”

  He stood over her, a bag in hand that he dropped onto the bed. “I know you are awake, whore. I guess you prefer the way they treated you. Fine. You don’t want to be my princess, you can be my whore, my sex slave.”

  He stepped back. “On your knees, bitch, and service your Master!”

  Ellie looked up at him in horror as he undid his belt and then unsnapped his jeans before reaching down and tangling one hand in her hair and pulling her up to her knees.

  “What, you too good to suck my cock? Such a prissy princess. Well, I was just playing with you this time.” He refastened his pants. “We have to get a move on. I don’t want to rush the first time I have you. And when I’m done, you’ll forget all about those boys you’ve been playing with. I’m a man. You’ll find out what it’s like to service one.”

  He threw her away from him then he leaned down and ran his hands up and down her body. She tried to push him away but he was too strong for her.

  “I’m just searching you for any more weapons, sweetheart. Since I can’t trust you, you’re going to have to be restrained at all times. He turned her onto her stomach and pressed a knee against her back. She could hear the rustle of the bag and then she felt him pull her arms behind her. He used plastic ties that bit into her skin to bind them together. Then he grabbed her hair again and used it to pull her head back. When she opened her mouth to cry out in pain, he shoved a ball gag between her teeth. Then he let go of her head and fastened it behind her head.

  He threw her back to the bed and stood.

  “You stay there now while I tidy up and then we’ll be on our way. Too bad you won’t be riding up front. It’s a pretty ride. You’ll have to stay in the box for the whole trip. I figure it’ll take four or five days. By then, you’ll be well and truly chastened. If not, I can lock you up again.”

  Then he walked away, humming to himself.

  For the first time since her ordeal started, Ellie cried.

  Chapter 18

  “Sheriff, I have an idea.”

  “What is it, Jasper?”

  Bram saw the young deputy look hesitantly at him and Ren. He snorted. “Spit it out, kid.”

  “Uh, well, even if we can find another place he owns, we won’t know for sure he has her in there. And if we rush it, he may do something stupid and if we wait outside too long, he may do something stupid.”

  “Your point?”

  “There’s an easy way to tell if she’s inside. Murphy.”

  “What can Murphy Smith do that we can’t?”

  “Not Murphy Smith. Murphy the dog. Jasper, I’d kiss you if we had more time. Murphy Smith can bring Murphy the dog. He can tell if she’s there.”

  “Dace, call Murphy and tell him to get the dog ready.”

  “Good work, Jasper. Bram, you or Ren has to go get something that Ellie has worn recently. Dirty laundry is the best. Don’t handle it. Put it in a plastic bag so you don’t contaminate it with your scent. That will help Murphy. The dog Murphy. Go now. I’ll call if we hear from Quin.”

  Ten minutes later they were on their way back with a tank top and a pair of panties in a bag when Ren’s phone rang. Sixty seconds later they were racing toward Trace’s cabin. It was almost a half an hour from town in normal traffic. Bram aimed to make it in half that.

  “Don’t kill us, buddy. She’s going to want us alive when she gets out of this.”

  Bram reluctantly lifted his foot from the gas. He didn’t slow down much but he worried that every extra minute put her at risk. His heart was pounding and he was on the verge of hyperventilating. He forced himself to slow his breathing and to remember every trick he’d ever learned about being cool under pressure.

  It wasn’t long before he was part of a convoy, all moving quickly toward Trace’s cabin. Besides him and Ren, there was Dace and Jasper, and an unfamiliar vehicle that he assumed contained Murphy Smith and the other, more important Murphy.

  The convoy came to a stop about a half mile from the cabin. It was isolated and Dace hadn’t wanted to approach any closer until they knew for sure she was there. Just then, the front door opened. It was Trace and he was alone. He was carrying a knapsack which he put on the passenger seat of his truck and then he returned to the cabin.

  Bram was puzzled. He didn’t look like a man in a hurry and certainly not like a kidnapper. He hit the gas, manoeuvering around the other vehicles and drove up to Trace.

  “Hey, Trace, buddy. There you are. We need your help.”

  “Bram? Ren? What are you doing here?”

  “You said you wanted to help us. Well, we need your help to find Ellie.”

  “Anything. You guys want to come in and sit down?”

  “Sure!”

  He followed Trace and Ren followed him. He turned to Ren and tried to signal him to drop the bag with the clothes where the others could find them. Ren nodded and Bram turned back to Trace and entered the lion’s den.

  As dens go, it wasn’t much. There was an open area that doubled as the living and dining room and a small kitchen. There were two more doors that he assumed led to the bathroom and bedroom. The place was old and most of the furniture looked to be handmade. In other circumstances, he’d be asking Trace all sorts of questions, but all he could think about was Ellie.

  Before he could even say a word, Ren walked up to the one room and opened the door. It was a bathroom. Then he entered the other. It held a cot and a plastic chair and table, but no Ellie.

  “If you tell me what you are looking for, maybe I can help,” Trace offered mildly.

  Just then, Bram heard a bark. He stood and opened the door. A large German shepherd muscled by him and started sniffing around. He watched Trace stiffen as the dog entered the bedroom and stopped. He went up to the bed and barked, sitting beside it.

  A man Bram only knew by sight entered. This must be the other Murphy and with him was a smaller woman. Jess, he presumed, a friend of Ellie’s, and she was carrying the plastic bag with the clothes. He realized that he’d never even taken the opportunity to get to know her friends or anything about her except as it related to him. He vowed that when they got her back, he’d change. He’d talked about putting her first, but he never had. Things would be different in the future. They would, he vowed. Just let her be safe.

  Murphy the dog pushed past Trace into the bedroom followed by Murphy and Dace. Trace tried to stop him, but Dace called out, “If you touch him, he has permission to bite.”

  Trace stopped and turned. For the first time, Bram noticed a scratch on his face.

  “What happened to you?”

  A voice came from within the bedroom. “I’d say Ellie scratched him with one of these springs.”

  Bram walked up to Trace and hit him hard in the nose. He didn’t wait to see him fall before pushing into the bedroom. He saw Dace holding up a shoe and a bedspring with blood on it.”

  “Hers?”

  “The shoe? You tell me.”

  “Looks like what she was wearing when she left this morning. The blood?”

  “I think the blood is his from that cut on his cheek. Did she fight you, Trace? Did she get away or did you do something to her?”

  “I have no idea what you are talking about. And I want this man arrested. He assaulted me for no reason.”

  He started to leave when Ren grabbed him and punched him in the gut. Then Jasper turned him quickly and pushed him against the wall, snapping a pair of cuffs around his wrists.

  “Nice moves, kid.”

  Jasper blushed, but then they all quickly sobered. If she wasn’t in the cabin, where was she? Bram walked over to Trace. “Talk or I’ll make you!”

  Trace glared and remained silent.

  Jess turned to her dog. “Find Ellie.” She opened the bag and the dog took another sniff. Then he ran to the front door and started pawing it. Ren opened the door and the dog shot out followed quickly be Ren and Bram. Murphy ran to Trace’s truck and started barking. Bram checked the cab but no sign of Ellie. She wasn’t in the truck bed either. Maybe Trace had brought her there in the truck, but she wasn’t there anymore.

  He turned to Jess who had followed them out. “She’s not there.”

  “Murphy’s never wrong. He’s trying to get up into the truck bed. Let down the tailgate and let him in.”

  Bram did as she asked and the big dog jumped up and sniffed around. Then he sat down by the toolbox and laid his paw on it and howled.

  Bram froze for a second and then he tried to open it.

  “Locked.”

  “One sec.” Murphy the human went to his own vehicle and returned with a crow bar. “Try this.”

  Two tugs and the lock broke. Hands shaking, Bram, with Ren beside him, raised the lid. Nestled inside was Ellie. There was an oxygen mask strapped to her face but when he removed it, she remained limp.

  “She’s breathing, but she seems to be drugged. We have to get her to the hospital.”

  “I know you drive fast, but I’ve got a siren and lights. Get in. Leave your truck keys. I’ll have a deputy drive it back.”

  * * * *

  Ren had never cried so hard or prayed so much as when they were looking for Ellie and then they found her and then rushed her to the hospital. She looked so pale as she lay across their laps in the back of Dace’s car. He couldn’t see any serious wounds. She seemed to have marks around her wrists and the beginnings of a black eye, but he didn’t
see any cuts or gaping wounds. She seemed to be more or less fully dressed except for a single shoe.

  He must have broken the sound barrier. He got them to the hospital in fifteen minutes. Someone must have called ahead because they were greeted by a doctor with a gurney and then she was whisked away from them.

  Ren thought he and Bram would wear a hole in the carpet they paced so much, and he was sure he’d worn a hole in his stomach from guzzling the horrible hospital coffee, but finally the doctor emerged with a smile.

  “She’ll be fine. The sheriff is with her now. He has to talk to her first to get as much information as possible before she talks to anyone else. You two can go in when he’s done.”

  Ren started to argue but Bram pulled him back.

  “Let Dace finish. We’ll have her for a lifetime. Let him get what he needs to send that asshole away for the rest of his life,” Ren fumed.

  “Hey, Ren. You are the lawyer. Think like a lawyer. We go in now and talk about what happened with her and her whole story can be questioned by a good defense lawyer.”

  Ren reluctantly nodded. And waited.

  And then Dace appeared in the doorway.

  “Go see your woman.”

  Chapter 19

  Four weeks later

  Ellie sat in the rocker on the porch of Ren’s house, waiting for her men to come home. She was wrapped from head to toe in a big fluffy robe. It was a nice Saturday afternoon and she’d kept it low key, reading a bit while they’d gone into town to sign the final papers on the sale of Bram’s technology and the purchase of the old Baldwin farm. As a partner in the business, Ren had to sign, too. They hadn’t wanted to leave her alone, but she had insisted. She wasn’t an invalid even though they kept trying to treat her as one. She’d missed the conference but she’d started teaching right at the beginning of the school year.

  Life was getting back to normal. She just needed them to stop treating her like glass. They hadn’t even had a proper ménage with her since she got home. After the second night when she’d laid down the law, they’d made love to her, but one at a time, moving carefully as if they were afraid she’d break. And they certainly hadn’t spanked her. They hadn’t even used restraints, although with the bandages on her wrists and especially her one ankle, at first, she could understand it, but she had been completely healed for weeks now and still nothing.

  Well, that was going to change.

  She checked her phone. The men had just texted they were on their way and should be home in five minutes. She went over her mental checklist. Everything was ready. All she could do now was wait.

  Right on time they drove up in Ren’s SUV. They got out and walked over to the porch steps and started up them. She held up her hand and they stopped, one foot poised on the bottom step.

  “Follow me and don’t speak until I give you permission!” She turned and opened the front door. She let the robe drop and let them catch a glimpse of the low-cut leather corset she was wearing. She took a deep breath and watched their eyes glaze over as her breasts almost escaped their confinement. Then she turned and entered the house, walking carefully on the stiletto thigh-high boots she was wearing. She walked slowly so they could enjoy the view of her ass, which was exposed by her black thong.

  She hurried as much as she could down the hall and then down the stairs to their basement playroom. Taking up a position at the far side of the room in front of two pillows, she waited for them to enter.

  They looked both eager and confused. She was also pleased to see the bulges in the front of their pants.

  She picked up the riding crop she’d selected earlier and slapped her thigh.

  “Strip and kneel on these pillows,” she ordered.

  They looked confused so she repeated her order. Ren recovered first and started stripping but Bram wasn’t far behind. Soon they were both naked and erect in front of her. She circled them, running the crop across their chests. Then she placed it under Ren’s chin first, tilting his head up so he was looking her in the eye, and then did the same with Bram.

  “You call that good submissive position?” she barked. “Knees apart. Hands behind your backs so your pecs are out!”

  She watched as they spread their knees, enjoying the sight of their heavy sacks hanging down between their legs.

  She walked closer to Ren. His cock was thick and hard and rubbing against his stomach. She could see the drop of pre-cum on the broad head. Smiling wickedly, she flicked her wrist and slapped it hard with the crop and then changed her angle and slapped his ball sac.

  “Ow!”

  Ren yelped as Bram laughed. Bram quickly stopped laughing when she repeated the actions on him.

  “What was that for?” Bram asked.

  “That is because you two have been treating me like a fragile piece of glass that will break from rough handling. Well, I am not. I’m completely healed and I want my Doms back. But if you two aren’t willing to be dominant in the playroom, then I guess I’ll have to take over the role!” She glared down at them. “Well, what’s your choice?”

  “I’m not sure I understand,” Ren said tentatively.

  “You two are either going to be my Doms or my subs. Pick one and commit, fellows. I’m tired of half measures!”

  She saw them exchanging glances and then they moved so fast it was like a blur. One moment she was standing in from of her kneeling men and the other she was laying across Ren’s knees while Bram moved behind her stripping off her thong and corset.

  Once she was naked except for her boots, Ren brought his hand down hard on her ass over and over, pausing only to let Bram push his lubed fingers inside her pussy and her ass, stretching her, preparing her for his cock. She shivered in anticipation.

  “You scared the hell out of us. Don’t you ever do that to us again! Understand?”

  “Yes, Ren. Ouch!”

  “Ren? Try again!”

  He spanked her harder.

  “Sir? Ouch.”

  “That’s better. Bram, your turn.”

  Bram stood up and used a wet wipe to clean up before sitting down and taking her over his lap. He rubbed her ass once, twice, and then he was spanking her hard. Ellie realized that she was crying as he hand repeatedly met her ass, showing no mercy. It wasn’t until she was sobbing that he pulled her up and set her across his lap and cuddled her close.

  “There, there. Cry it out. And when you are done I’m going to shove my cock up your ass and then Ren will fuck your pussy. Understand, Angel?”

  “Oh, yes, Sir. I mean Sirs. Yes please, Sirs.”

  Ellie realized that she hadn’t cried in front of them before. She hadn’t been badly hurt, but she’d been scared. Was this what they were waiting for? She glanced over at Ren, he was staring at her with lust in his eyes. She could hear Bram chuckle as he adjusted her in his lap.

  Ren knelt in front of her. Bram pulled her legs apart and pulled her toward Ren who threw her legs over his shoulders. Bram then started playing with her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples while whispering all the dirty, kinky things they planned to do to her into her ear.

  It wasn’t long before she was so close to coming, her pussy clenching with need as Ren licked her slit but refused to put either her tongue or fingers inside her. He didn’t touch her clit either. Instead, Bram leaned down, releasing her nipples and grabbing her labia, parting them for Ren who now licked inside both lower lips but still refused to touch her clit.

  She was crying now, begging.

  “Please, please. My clit. I’m so close.”

  “What do you think, Ren? Ready to let her come?”

  “Nope.”

  “Sorry, Angel. Ren’s not ready.”

  She wanted to cry again, this time with frustration as she watch Ren rise to his feet and head over to a drawer she’d never looked inside before. He retrieved something and then returned to her. He knelt in front of her after handing something to Bram.

  She watched as Bram tugged on an already puckered nipple and then attached something to the tip. Ouch! It was a nipple clamp. He tightened it until she almost, but not quite, couldn’t stand it anymore before he attached the other one. Then Ren moved between her legs, attaching something to her clit. She moaned. It was too much. And then he flicked it and she screamed.