36I lay exhausted in that queen sized bed with silken sheets and pillows cases that hinted at jasmine until soaked with the sweat that can only come from long hard sex. The Lear jet had fueled up and taken flight before the sunrise heading off to some tropical island god knows where and while Slade and Cole played cards and drank tequila shots in the cabin, Buck had taken me into the bedroom, locking the door behind him.
"So we won't be interrupted…" he said shoving me on the bed.
I heard him unbuckle his belt, the smooth leather sliding through the loops of his pants. Next I felt the warmth of his body, over mine, maneuvering to spread my legs apart, the thickness of him sliding into my pussy after his hands had ripped my panties downward so that the elastic stung my flesh. He rutted against me, the push and pull of his cock inside of me and the sting against my skin which could only have come from that riding crop he had teased me with earlier. Casual foreplay for what was to come later when he had me alone inside a plane flying further and further away from the places and the people that I knew. I closed my eyes as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper inside my traitorous pussy which hugged it, almost willing to let go. The sensations tore right through me, pleasure and rebuke at the same time. My skin burned from the crop which only increased the unbearable feelings that consumed me.
Oh god, I couldn't stand it anymore. I bucked beneath the slippery weight of him just before spasms of ecstasy hit me. Another smack with the crop sent me over the edge.
Then he shuddered and I knew he was close so I bucked up my pussy sliding up against his thrusting cock.
Afterward, he got off of me and collapsed on the dampened sheets right next to me. His eyes closed and his hands clenched into fists still lost in his own orgasm.
"No way I'm not taking you back to the island…"
I felt my slivers of hope fading away and yet... damn if I hadn't come so hard that I had to force my face into the sheets to keep from screaming. No, no there was no way I was going to wind up his whore on some remote island, with miles of jungle and endless ocean holding me prisoner even as a part of me hungered for him.
"But you said...as soon as you were far enough away you'd release me."
He didn't bother to look at me.
"What does it matter to you? Your boyfriend and his father sold you off to secure their own freedom. They're not looking back,"
I still didn't want to believe that Dallas and his father would sell me out. Still Buck had managed to uncover the truth about Brandon's plans for me on that overseas business trip. I had struggled to keep the truth about a father's secrets from his own son. But Dallas… my chest tightened. He had told me he had cared about me, why would he have allowed this to happen? Maybe...Buck was just fucking with my mind like he was doing with my body.
"I'm not lying to you. They sold you out like the piece of ass that you are...oh it was Brandon who drove it but lover boy didn't stop him."
I sighed, lying on the bed looking at the ceiling. I didn't know what to believe anymore not when Buck was uncovering my deepest darkest secrets almost instinctively. A new one exposed each time he claimed my body. A ribbon of fear made my body shiver,
I had other secrets.
The mattress creaked as he got off the bed and reached to pull on his pants and a black muscle shirt over his muscled chest. I rolled over on my side watching him, my mind thinking quickly. He was always one step or more ahead of me and I had some catching up to do. If he took me to his remote island, I'd never see the world that had raised me ever again. He turned to face me.
"I'll go bring you some breakfast. Cole did some time as a gourmet chef before joining my team."
I nodded absently, my mind still working.
"I'm keeping Slade away from you. He offered a large portion of his cut on this latest job to me for one night with you in this bed. For your own good. Cole wanted a piece of you if Slade was willing to share with him,"
My eyes widened. He noticed.
"You keep me happy. You'll be fine, because two men coming at you will be more than you can handle."
He turned around and left the room.
Later he allowed me to eat breakfast in the main cabin. I wore a form fitting black dress and low heels after showering. I scarfed the food down in front of the three men. Cheese omelet with sauteed mushrooms and crisp bacon. Cole poured me a Bloody Mary and I had to admire his culinary skills. Slade just sat there and undressed me with his eyes. I studied him closely while I ate my breakfast and Cole put some lightly crisped hashbrowns on my plate, his eyes lingering on my body. Slade's eyes flitted away back to Buck.
"We're due to land in Miami within the hour. We got that job to do."
Buck nodded.
"Less than a week there at the estate and then back for some R&R."
My eyes narrowed. So while they had no plans to release me they weren't heading to that island right away. Buck shrugged.
"We're all cash rich now thanks to Brandon and son and the other hostages. You two can go out and buy yourselves pieces of tail because this one is mine...until I decide otherwise."
I shivered and closed my mind off to that. Slade reacted.
"Boss if that happens just let us know...there's a few things I want to teach your whore."
The darkness in his eyes hinted at what he wanted to do with me. Buck shook his head.
"I have a few things to teach her too and some more truths to tell her,"
Oh shit, what did that mean? He had figured out Brandon's plans for me, to turn me into his mistress that his son could never marry.
I watched the three of them discuss me as if I was a piece of property and studying all three I had to make my own plans.
I watched Slade especially closely.