Marked (The Recruits: Book One) (9 page)

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“Are you all right?”

Faye woke up to find Chris sitting beside her. She was lying in bed, and yet she couldn’t remember ever climbing in it. Or leaving the bathtub, for that matter. Blinking, she pushed herself up to a sitting position, and brushed her tangled hair away from her face. “What happened?”

She cut him off. “I don’t have to understand anything! You lied to me, and for what? Because you were prepping me for your friend?”

He winced. “It wasn’t exactly like that.”

“Wasn’t it?” She bit back a gasp, tears swimming in her eyes at the stark reminder of her shattered dreams.

He closed his eyes for a second. “This is what I do, Faye. My job is to find potential mates for our race. I never wanted to hurt you. You’ve got to believe this, at least.”

“Why should I believe you?”

“Because I gave you what you wanted.” Her mouth opened but nothing came out. “From the first day you met him and I saw your reaction, I knew I’d made the right choice in picking you. You followed him with your eyes. You drank up whatever story Sofia told you. You even called out for him in your sleep.”

That snapped her back to the present. “No, I didn’t!”

“You did,” he countered straight away. “All of us knew you would be perfect for him. He’s got a dominant personality, and you fit him. You simply do. Why can’t you accept I did you a favor?”

She was so shocked by his outrageous declaration she didn’t hear the bedroom door open. “I can’t believe you said that. Who are you?”

Chris frowned. “I’m the Recruiter. Haven’t we already talked about this?”

She shook her head. “Please go.”

He made a move towards her, as if he wanted to grab her hand, but she never gave him the opportunity. She fell down the side of the bed, righting herself at the last second. She stumbled back, her eyes on him, and when she saw him follow her, she shrieked and turned around. And ran face first into an impressive wall, uh, chest?

“Shhh,” Jake murmured, his hands clasping her shoulders. He held her in place, stuck against his hard body, as if she wasn’t trying to pull away from him. As if her movements were futile, and she weighed next to nothing. “Calm down, baby. Chris doesn’t want to hurt you. He just thought you two needed to discuss what had happened. He’s our Recruiter, pet. It’s not like you’ll be able to ignore him for the rest of your life.”

“I can if I want to.” She sounded like a petulant child, but right now she couldn’t care less. “Let me go!” She looked up at Jake’s granite face but he shook his head no. “Why not?”

“Because you’re not being reasonable.”

Her face reddened as anger coursed through her body. “I’m not being reasonable? I’m not being reasonable?” she repeated, her voice getting louder at every word. “Are you freaking kidding me? You trapped me! Did I ever ask for this? Did I?”

“Faye,” Chris called out from behind her, but she barely heard him, let alone cared.

“I’m going to leave. Today. Now. I’ll go back to my−
his
−house, I’ll grab all my stuff and I’ll leave. And I’ll never come back!”

Jake’s eyes had darkened so much they were nearly black. “Don’t push me.”

“I don’t care who you think you are. I am not staying here!”

Moments later, after Jake had ordered Chris to leave the room, he grabbed her hands and holding her captive, forced her into the corridor. He didn’t say anything else, simply pulled her after him as he strode to the play room. Once there, and the door locked behind them, he kept on ignoring her struggles, her gradually more inventive curses, or her ineffective kicks. He tied her wrists together behind her back, before cuffing them to the chair. Her legs followed soon after, then a gag to stop her swearing.

It was only when he had her where he wanted her, tied, unable to move or talk back, that he stopped and took a deep breath. He stared at her wild eyes and shook his head. “I’m sorry, pet, but I think we need to reestablish this relationship of ours.”

She watched him walk to the TV then fiddle with something. The screen lit up, then there was a whirring sound she remembered well. But what appeared next wasn’t the movie she’d expected. Far from it actually…

Chapter Fourteen: This Is Us

“Watch it. All of it. I’ll be back soon,” he’d told her as he’d angled the chair towards the TV.

She was naked. Handcuffed. Gagged.
She was watching herself have sex!
He’d filmed them without her consent. There had to be a fixed camera somewhere in the room, she thought as she looked around, trying to spot a hole in the wall. She couldn’t see anything and she gave up, her attention going back to the movie playing. Jake on his knees, his head between her legs as he licked her to a screaming climax. Her head thrown back, her eyes closed in pleasure. She watched herself grab his cock and begin to play with him. She stared, amazed, at the look on his face when she sucked on his ball. He looked…transfixed. Intent.
He was magnificent
, she realized with a sharp bang.

The film kept on playing, speeding past the hour she’d spent getting herself ready for his return from the sex shop. She watched herself change into the fetish lingerie he’d bought her, saw the way his eyes darkened at his first look of her. He’d wanted her so badly, it was plain to see. And yet, he’d still given her her fantasy. He’d been her Dom last night, had taken her to heights she’d never reached before.

Her thighs clenched, wanting to rub against each other but unable to with the cuffs still holding her open. She felt her juices trickle down, pooling on the chair beneath her. Her breasts ached to be touched. Her pussy called out for his thick cock to take her. She was spiraling into a daze, her gaze never relenting from the screen. She watched herself and her Master, and remembered…everything.

When the door opened, minutes or hours later she wasn’t sure, she snapped out of her trance only when he came to stand in front of her. He was naked, his cock bopping in front of him like a giant salty lollipop. Saliva dripped from her wide open mouth, the gag nearly suffocating her.

“Breathe through your nose, pet,” he advised, as he knelt before her. Calloused hands grabbed her knees, the touch harsh. His fingers dug into her skin as he slid them up her thighs, leaving red marks in their wake. She fidgeted but he didn’t react. He just kept on going until his hands met at the juncture of her legs. She stopped moving. He smirked. “Good girl. Now, let’s see if our little film affected you.” Thumbs parted her inner lips, revealing her hardened clit. “Beautiful,” he murmured, before leaning down. One lick. That was all it took.

She came as if his tongue held a trigger. Muffled moans escaped her throat, her body bucking against her constraints. He wasn’t finished however. She was still running high when he took her clit in his teeth and bit. Between that and his finger suddenly hooked inside her, tapping her spot to life, she was soon on her way to a second orgasm.

He didn’t waver from his goal. He brought her to climax so many times in a row she lost count. Her body felt as if it was on fire. As if she would self–combust if he did it again. But he always did.

And she always came.

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He’d untied her but she didn’t have enough strength left to move. Blinking up at him, she watched as he took off the gag and offered her a glass of water. Her hand shook when she accepted it from him, droplets spilling onto her naked thighs and chest, but she still managed to drink half before he took it away. He pulled her up, holding her against his side when she would have toppled forward. They walked like that to the daybed, bare skin against bare skin.

He laid her down onto the thick mattress, his body soon covering her like a blanket made of heavy muscles and soft hairs. His mouth found hers, and she recoiled at first at the taste of her own juices on his tongue. His left hand grabbed her hair, holding her into place, never giving her a choice. And she grew accustomed to it, unbelievable as that was. She kissed him back, her thighs widening under the pressure of his knees. Hooking her legs around his waist, she felt the hardness of his erection on her already too sensitive pussy and shivered.

He pushed inside her in one deep thrust, her walls parting easily under his constant pressure. It didn’t hurt. He’d loved her so well that only wetness met him. He exhaled and pulled back, only to ram inside her a second later. He never slowed down, never stopped. It was almost as if his control was slipping, as if what he’d done earlier had shattered his defenses. He took her over and over again, his chest brushing her nipples at every move. One hand helped hold himself up while the other grabbed her thigh, pulling her closer. Forcing her to rock back against his thrusts, he pushed her onwards, until pleasure bloomed deep in her core.

They came together this time, Jake’s head falling back as he roared to the world, “Mine!”

Chapter Fifteen: Numb

He’d numbed her with sex. There was just no other explanation. He’d told her he’d called her office and had resigned on her behalf, telling them she’d gotten married all of a sudden. Then he’d announced that they were moving in the coming month, to be closer to his people. Apparently most of them lived on some kind of commune, in the middle of nowhere. They worked from home, owning several IT companies, consulting over the phone, Internet and travelling to meetings from time to time. He had enough money to support her, so she wouldn’t have to find another PA job. Or, if she wanted, she could always work for him. She’d blinked then, and had realized he’d been serious.

And now that all her stuff had been transferred to his house, he’d told her Sofia was moving back in. With them.

“Are we a ménage then?”

He shrugged. “If you want to call it that, sure. Sofia will always have an important place in our lives. Even if she finds a mate, she’ll probably still cohabit with us.”

“He’s afraid he’s hurt you too badly.” Jake tugged her closer to his side. “He’s berating himself for it. I did tell him it was stupid, that you would soon understand he’d done it for your own good, but he’s…not himself.”

“Oh.” Faye bit her lip. “I don’t want him sad,” she finally responded as she pressed her head against his shoulder.

Jake’s hands tightened on her hips. She was sitting astride him, his palms hot on her skin. She could smell her musk, knew that with one single touch, one small word, she’d be his for the taking. But his next comment had nothing to do with sex. “Do you want to move back in with him?” he asked her, his voice hesitant.

“I know it’s difficult for you. I know we sprung this on you, and it’ll take you a while to get your bearings. I’m not asking you to love me. Not so soon. But…I’d like this Mating to be successful.”

Faye frowned. There was something in his eyes. Something that she’d never seen before. A hint of pain mixed with yearning, maybe?
He wanted her to fall in love with him?
Was that it? “Successful?” Fingers drifted from her hair to find her lips, tracing her mouth with delicate precision until she squirmed on his lap. “Jake?”

“Yes,” he finally responded, and this time, it was his turn to avoid her gaze. “I want us to be happy together.”

“Oh.” She was saved finding something else to say, when the front door opened and Sofia walked in.

“Hello darlings. How are you on this fine day?” The older woman never missed a beat at finding them sitting on the sofa, Faye naked on his lap. She simply sat down beside them and beamed.

“Uhm.” Faye licked her lips. “We’re fine.”

“Good, good.” Sofia grinned mischievously as she let her gaze wander down her friend’s form. “Nice curves, baby, very nice curves. And your breasts are as impressive as ever.”

Oh no! Faye twisted on Jake’s lap, eager to get off of him. Eager to go upstairs and find clothes, or even better…find somewhere to hide. “Let me go,” she hissed, her voice low.

“No,” came his inexorable answer.

She looked at him and swore inwardly. She knew that expression. He wanted them to forget about their earlier conversation, about what he’d let slip, she was sure of it. But whatever he did, she would remember that glimpse of his inner self. That yearning had touched something inside her. She was still thinking about it when he told Sofia to get up and stand behind her.

Soft hands found her shoulders, then glided down her chest. The nails were painted a bright pink this time, but the effect was the same. They bit into her nipples, hardening them into painful red buds. Faye let herself go, knowing it would make things easier in the long run. She leant up and brushed her mouth against Jake’s, loving the way he immediately took charge of the kiss. He might not be the man of her past dreams, but in a way, he knew her better than anyone ever had before. It should have frightened her that he could read her like an open book. Instead she found herself reveling in it, enjoying his compliments. This was the start of a new life for her…and she was ready to jump in, feet first and her heart wide open.