Chapter Eleven

“Thank you,” I reply, meaning those words despite how they stick in my throat. He reaches for some soap after releasing my shoulders once he's made sure I’m steady. He soaps up his hands and begins lathering my body. It’s not sexual. It’s intimate in a way I’ve never had with Will.

So very intimate.

It’s another kindness.

When he’s finished soaping me up, he takes the shower hose and begins rinsing me off. He takes his time guiding the jet of water over my shoulders, then my breasts.

He’s being so careful.

The water against my nipples is nice. When he goes lower and I feel the water hit that area between my thighs, I gasp.

“Ah!”

He licks his lips as I spread my legs and he begins moving the jet in a motion that feels like he’s rubbing my core.

He’s practically masturbating me.

His breathing becomes heavy and lust fills his gaze as he stares down at my pussy, which is reddened from the heat of the water and clenching from my desire.

I don’t even care anymore.

I let him continue, arching my back slightly as I moan. He doesn’t move to touch me, just lets the water do its job.

“I’m so close,” I admit, nervously, before crying out as my eyes flutter closed.

“Look at me,” He demands with a raspy voice. His request catches me off guard. I’ve always closed my eyes so I didn’t have to see Will.

“Look.At.Me,” He says firmly. Slowly I open my eyes and just as I make eye contact with him, I come. I come endlessly. I come in ways Will never managed to induce. Maybe it’s the man in question - my undeniable attraction to my captor - but my orgasm is merciless in waves.

After a minute of intense staring between us, he leaves the bathroom. I stare after him, dumbfounded.

Did that really just happen?

Yes… Yes, it did.

I climb out of the shower and grab a towel that sits on the rack. I wrap it around myself and head back into my bedroom where I see clothes.

“His clothes,” I grumble to myself. Jay is gone. I hate how at that moment it disappoints me.

Who knows how long until he comes back.

I pull on his clothes and stare at the food I shoved away from me that’s on the floor. I begin to clean it up and attempt to busy myself for the next few hours. When the door handle twists a few hours later, I look up expectantly, frowning when Cross enters.

Just my luck.

“Let’s go,” He barks.

“No. Not with you,” I spew. Cross’s expression darkens and he marches over to the bed and rips me up from it by my hair.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Here, you show some fucking respect! Got it?” He yells in my ear, saliva coating my face from his venomous tongue. I cringe and groan at the pain on my scalp. “I swear to god I’m gonna choke you with my cock just so you’ll learn some respect. Fucking got it?”

I spit at his feet, unable to hold back my disgust. He whips me sideways hard enough to snap my neck. I shriek in agony, but no one comes to my rescue.

Where is Jay?

“Let’s go!” He shoves me forward, hand still in my hair painfully gripping.

“Where is Jay?” I hiss.

“Don’t fucking worry about him. Move. Now!” He leads me in the hallway, using my hair as a leash.

“What is going on? Where are you taking me?”

“Don’t ask questions, Bitch.”

“Please, tell me.” I choke on my gentler approach to withdrawing information from him, hating how it just gives him power over me and a bark of laughter leaves his lips as confirmation.

“Now you’re going to be a good little bitch? I can’t fucking wait to fuck the shit out of you.” He pulls me back against his chest. “I’ll make sure it hurts,” He snarls before he knees the back of my legs.

We get to the office that Dominico was in when my finger was severed and fear fills me. My heart begins to pound as I scope the room and spot a bunch of men. Dominico lifts his gaze. I glance at him but don’t see Jay.

Where the hell did he go?

Did something bad happen to him?

I swallow nervously.

I hope not.

When Cross shoves me in the room and lets go of my hair finally, he chuckles. “Showtime, Bitch.”

I remain silent as I stare at Dominico.

“Okay, Akira,” Dominico rasps in that gritty, smokers tone. “We are going to try your method. Just once. If we get no results, we go back to cutting.” He raises his brows, waiting for my response. I nod.

“O-okay,” I stammer nervously.

“My men will take care of it. Cross,” He says gesturing to Cross with a head nod, who grabs my arm and begins pulling me out of the room.

God, of course, it has to be this asshole. I have half a mind to just say “Start cutting.”

I am roughly pulled through the hallway until I get to a room with a camera set up pointing at the bed. A few other men besides Cross follow us. Cross shoves me onto the bed. I reach out to catch myself from face planting on it.

“Strip. In front of the fucking camera,” He booms. I eye the camera, apprehensive.

“No. I don’t want to strip in front of the camera. That’s not the point. The point is-”

I go silent when he stomps over to me and grabs me by the throat.

“You’re going to do what the fuck I tell you to, understand?”

When I don’t respond right away he begins screaming. “Do you fucking understand!”

My nostrils flare angrily before I slowly nod. It’s hard against the strangulating hold on my throat. He releases me and I drag a lungful of air in before sputtering with coughs. “Let’s try that again. Strip.”

I begin pulling off my shirt, glancing around at the other men in the room. One of their faces is impassive but the other two look excited and humored.

The pain of innocent women turns them on. These men are SOB’s. Probably with mommy issues like Will.

Once my shirt is off and Cross gets an eyeful of my breasts, he whistles.

“Fuck yes. Keep going.”

He pulls off his shirt, eyeing me while drooling like a dog. He moves to the bed and lays down so his legs are dangling off the end of it before he instructs for me to turn and face him. My fingers hover near the waistband of the jogger pants I’m wearing. Cross gives me a murderous look that is obscured from the camera by me.

“Keep going, Akira,” He says sickly sweet because he knows a show has to be put on right now. He knows I have to handle his abuse if this little ruse is to work. Which I don’t think it will. And I’m dangerously close to having no will to live. Like an inkling away from ending it myself.

I slowly pull down my pants and because I have no panties, I am immediately exposed.

I wish Jay were here…

When I step out of the pants, Cross howls, and his fingers move to his pants where he undoes them and frees his erection. It’s nothing to be overly excited about: Unimpressive, discolored. He palms it and groans at the contact and I look disgusted at it for a moment.

“Come sit on me, Akira. Show everyone exactly what your husband wants you to do.”

Good god, forgive me.

I turn my head to glance at the door, eyes hitting the camera first before I spot the door but Jay’s still gone.

Will he ever come back?

I climb up on the bed, swallowing the bile rising up my throat as I straddle Cross.

“That’s right,” He whispers so the camera can’t hear. “Just like a good little bitch.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready…”

I’m definitely not wet.

“I don’t care if you’re wet. Sit down on it.”

“But-” It’ll hurt. Just like he wants.

He tilts his head slightly.

“Sit down on it or when this is over, I will beat that pretty fucking face of yours,” He snarls. Just as I sigh and am about to press his head against my entrance, I am ripped backward off him. A powerful arm around my waist yanks me away from the bed.

I smell the man’s delicious scent, knowing who it is before he even speaks.

“What the fuck? Jay?” Cross hisses as he sits up and covers his crotch.

“You’re dismissed, Cross,” Jay states firmly.

“What are you talking about? We’re recording.”

“Yeah well, I’ve decided you’re not going to do this.” I make a noise of excitement that makes Cross glare in my direction.

“Then who the fuck is?”

Jay tenses. “Are you fucking questioning me?”

Fear makes Cross’s expression falter before he shakes his head and climbs out of the bed.

“No boss. I - I just thought I was going to do this.” Cross rubs the back of his neck and grits his teeth. “Fuck, I was hoping I would.”

“Get out!” Jay seethes with venom when Cross doesn’t move fast enough. Jay moves that menacing expression around the room at the other men.

“All of you, go, now!” All their eyes bulge but they listen.

He came. He actually showed up!

“Did Dominico-” Cross begins but is interrupted by Jay.

“Honestly, I don’t give a fuck. You’re not doing this.”

“Jay,” I whisper his name. He ignores me for the time being as men start to slowly leave.

“I don’t know what has gotten into you, Boss. She ain’t special.”

“Get the fuck out!” Jay spits and Cross shakes his head as he leaves. Jay releases me and I turn around to face him with wide eyes.

“Why did you do that?” I firm my lips into a thin line as I wait for his answer. He doesn’t say anything, just steps back and assesses my body. “Jay?”

“Did he touch you? Hurt you?” He says as he expects my naked body. His concern makes me breathless.

“Um.. yes. He used my hair as a leash but what does that matter? I’m confused. What are you doing here? I thought you left. I thought you weren’t going to be involved with this. Cross said-”

“Fuck what he said,” Jay interrupts before groaning and shoving his hands through his hair. He eyes the camera before he looks at me. “He’s not going to be the one who fucks you.”

Confusion makes me furrow my brows as Jay moves to the bed and sits on the end of it.

“Then who is?” I question nervously. Jay licks his lips and looks at me with a softened expression before he replies.

“I am.”