Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance novel Chapter 54

We arrive under the window ledge. James inches up, looks in and then immediately drops down again, shaking his head and swearing under his breath. “Jeez… She’s a fucking lunatic sometimes.”

Michael huffs. “What’s she doing?”

“Winding them up, drawing them onto her. I think she’s enjoying it.”

“You fucking bastards!” shrieks the voice. “You think you can do me? Let’s see if you’re up to it….”

Michael’s eyes meet mine and together we slide up, looking inside.

The room is large, Klempner and his men gathered in a group…. And there’s Elizabeth.

My gut tightens. My beautiful Elizabeth. On the floor, hunched in on herself, arms wrapped around her knees she rocks herself. Her eyes are swollen with weeping, fiercely red against her pale face.

She’s terrified….

…. and Charlotte will keep her that way….

Keep up the pretence….

But the fear on her face is being nudged over by disbelief at what she sees. And at least for now, she’s safe. Everyone is ignoring her.

Charlotte is on her knees. She’s naked and what remains of her clothes are on the floor around her in tattered shreds. She’s facing us, but not looking at the window. Her eyes are fixed on Klempner, looming above her.

She’s not remotely fearful and she’s screeching like a demon at the men who, supposedly, are in control. Her eyes are black saucers rimmed by green. Head tossing, her hair billows and swings around her with the movement and her face is twisted as she screams defiance at her captors.

Klempner and the men with him are all watching her….

Not us….

…. with expressions of utter incredulity.

Michael hisses to James, “You’re not seriously suggesting that she’s getting off on this?”

“Look at her. At her face, her eyes.”

He’s right….

If Old Nick incarnate came winging up from below, he couldn’t look much wilder than this.

And I can’t help myself. She’s not mine. She’s not Elizabeth, but….

What a woman….

And she’s James’ sub?

Michael nudges up again, and as his blond hair catches the light, for the briefest of instants, her eyes flash to him and then immediately away.

She stands, naked, clothed only in the long red hair which swirls and sways around her, pacing like a caged animal, snarling. For all her fury and the violence writ across her face, she’s not out of control. She’s graceful and agile as, mesmerising her audience, she raves at them, jabbing fingers at one after another.

“C’mon…. Big brave men. All of you with guns, on one little girl? You think you can fuck me? Let’s see what you’re really made of....”

“She’s like a fucking wild animal,” I say.

And that’s not an insult….

James, angled to peer around the room, clicks his tongue. “That’s our Charlotte.”

*****

James

She’s eye-balling Klempner, almost crowding him, jabbing a finger into his chest. “You think you scare me? I’m long past being scared of you. It’s easy isn’t it, when it’s kids, but….”

Klempner back-hands her in a blow that sends her flying. She hits the floor panting, wiping blood from her mouth, but stares up at him, the whites of her eyes showing all around, not remotely cowed.

Christ….

Even through the window, I hear it. The smack of flesh against hard tiles as she lands sends a shudder running through me.

Richard leans in close. “What’s her pain tolerance like?”

Good question….

I’ve never found out….

…. The times it’s gone too far, it’s been emotional, not physical….

“In that mood,” I say, through gritted teeth, “sky-fuckin-high.”

Is she a pain-junkie?

Have I turned her into one…?

Perhaps….

Richard blinks. “She doesn’t scare at all?”

“Oh, she scares. It just doesn’t stop her.”

Michael is restless, his voice impatient. “We need to get in there now.”

I take a deep breath. “Yes, but let’s take the time to do this right. There’s more of them than us and they’re armed.”

He turns on me. “You cold-blooded bastard. Are you going to let them just get away with that?”

Cool it….

I look inside again at what’s happening….

Christ!

“She’s playing for time. Let’s not waste her efforts. And no, when we get the women out of there, I’m going to blow the bastard’s head off, and enjoy doing it….”

Michael’s head tilts back, his nostrils flaring as he takes on my words….