Page 39 of You Only Die Twice

Of course you should, Kotenok. You get aroused by power, by dominance. This is in that exact same vein. Jackson is being competent in his skills, proving him an alpha male. You respond to it like a bitch in heat.

“Where the fuck are your clothes? Don’t you have any shame? God. I knew you were a freak, but come on.”

Pain slashes through my heart at his words, and once more, I’m back at that place where I begged him to love me. Without realizing it, I fall to the floor, my knees crashing into the brick. I thought I was over the hurt he caused, but it roars up like a festering wound that finally pops, spewing its necrotic pain into my body.

Jackson sinks to my side, his hands gliding about my shoulders and back. “Would you feel more comfortable with clothes on?”

“No,” Luka roars, pulling Jackson off of me. “There is nothing wrong with how she looks. Don’t you dare try to conform her to match what this puerile asshole thinks she should be. She will remain unclothed until I decide she needs some.”

Jackson bows his head in a small show of submission, and for some reason, that actually bolsters my will to submit too. Seeing him, strong in his submission to Luka, drives home just how strong the need is in me too. That’s the reason I went on that damn cruise in the first place.

Lowering my own head, I spread my knees apart, mimicking a slave pose I once saw. I lay my hands on my thighs, palms up, and wait for either Luka or Jackson’s next command. Both crowd closer to me, the press of their strong thighs giving me strength.

Though, when Chet barks out a derisive laugh, it still hurts. It’s not as bad with my men protecting me, but it still gets through the armor.

“I don’t know what you’re laughing at, pisspot,” Luka growls. His tone is murderous. My hairs stand on end as each syllable trips down my spine.

“I’m laughing at her. Having to do this, be this wanton whore, just to help her get off. I knew she couldn’t handle just me. Now she has to have two guys just to get her there.” I glance up, noting the sneer on his face.

For someone that’s being held as a prisoner, he sure is cocky. I didn’t think he had a death wish, but obviously, there’s some deep-seated need he never addressed. Luka rests his fingertips against my head and guides it back down so that I’m staring at the floor.

“What do you want, freak?” I flinch at the acrimony in Chet’s voice as he addresses Luka.

The sound of shredding clothes meets my ears, but I keep my gaze down to the floor.

“Kotenok, how do you like the effects of a new drug we’re testing out?”

I look up and see Chet’s pants littered about the floor, his erection straining towards the ceiling. Precum drips out of his tiny slit as he glares at me, as if somehow this is all my fault.

“It’s similar to your potency drugs over in America,” Luka continues, ignoring Chet’s struggles. “But with a little twist. With Jackson’s help, I created a truth serum that makes the victim hard while unfiltering his thoughts. The venom spewing from his lips is all him. We just made it easier to come out.”

Jackson nudges me, urging me to my feet. “Would you like to ask him some questions, maybe get some closure?”

Closure. The one thing I didn’t know I needed. Yes. I think I need that more than anything. I want to move forward with these men but can’t because I’m stuck on what went wrong in the relationship.

“Why did you stop loving me?”

The men back away, giving me space to do what I feel needs to be done. The freedom fills me, teasing the monster in wait. It knows exactly what it wants to do. I’m the only one holding its leash.

“You’re really asking me that? That’s rich coming from someone that takes at least an hour to come, and that’s on a good day? Please. I had important work to do. I couldn’t waste my time seeing to your imagined, psychotic needs.” He pauses, his eyes narrowing. “The fact that you thought I ever loved you shows just how much of a needy freak you actually are.”

Pain blossoms in my chest as I stare up into his hate-filled eyes. This is good. It’s what I need to hear. Because his words tell me it’s not at all my fault. My men never once questioned what I needed. They gave me pleasure beyond imagination and didn’t judge me for what got me there.

Before I can respond, Jackson steps up, his footfalls heavy enough to send vibrations through the floor. “Oh no. You are not going to speak to her like this. I was okay with her getting closure, but you are not going to belittle her and hurt her like this. Besides,” he reaches out and grabs Chet’s dick, squeezing until he cries out. “You really think something this small was going to get her there?”

Luka slides up, wrapping a hand around Chet’s throat. “You want to see how hard it is for our pet to come? We have no problem showing you.” Reaching down with his other hand, he pries Chet’s eyelids open, forcing him to watch everything Jackson does to me.

“Of course she can come with two men. It’s not fair to have people like me at a disadvantage. Just because I’m not perverted enough -.”

Luka cuts him off with a squeeze to his throat. “You will stay silent through this, or I’ll take away Katrina’s closure. I have no problem draining a pustulent little zit bag like you dry.”

He pales and clamps his mouth shut, real fear finally flashing in his eyes. Perhaps he thought this was just a reality show or something, but now, he knows his life resides in the hands of the two men protecting me from him.

Jackson drags a chair to the middle of the room and sits down, his eyes boring into mine. “He doesn’t matter, Baby. It’s just you and I, okay? Now kneel at my feet.”

I rush over, planting my knees in between his thighs, resting my head against the heavily-muscled limb. Peace pervades me, driving out the nasty thoughts circulating ever since Chet was given a platform.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, threading his fingers through my hair. “Now, show me how much you want to submit to me by licking my shoes.”