Page 60 of Jacqueline's Quest

“I noticed it right off when I came here.” Hannah was a doll. She’d been the face of the submissives. She did all the introductions for the new people who’d been brought there. Whether she knew it or not, she also had power. She could go anywhere. Do just about anything. Yet, she’d been content to stay in her room when Raul didn’t need her. She’d been almost too accepting of Santiago’s hand when he told her she’d be with him from now on.

“Some don’t like me,” she whispered. “I see it on their faces.”

“I have too.” Santiago took her hand in his. “They’re jealous. There isn’t a damn thing wrong with you. You got the shit end of the stick when it came to your legs. The others here, they’re not so lucky and it shows every day when they’re tortured and abused.”

Her breath hitched. “I hate it. If only I was stronger.” She leaned into him more. Their lips were only inches apart. “If I was stronger, I’d kill him myself.”

Santiago pressed his lips to hers. Fuck, hearing her say what he’d wanted to do, turned him on and scared the shit out of him. There was no way he’d allow her to be the one to pull the trigger. He’d be doing it. No one else. Well, that wasn’t true. Murray would be the only other person allowed to kill Raul. He tilted her head a bit to deepen the kiss and moaned. He could never get enough of them. He was a selfish bastard, and, in the end, he’d have to let her go no matter what.

"Tonight, as I said, I'll be using both the blindfolds and the headphones, and I'll have you in place before we begin. You won't be able to see anything. I will be using the cane, as I've found you like. Nothing hard. Nothing to make it hurt. But I want you to play it up, okay?"

“Okay.” She stared up at him with the clearest blue eyes he’d ever seen.

“We’ll also be having sex.” Santiago ran his thumb down her cheek.

“We will?” Again, she swallowed hard and this time her bottom lip trembled.

“You’re in control. We’re doing this together. No matter what.”

She blew out a breath. “No matter what.”

“That’s my girl.” Santiago pressed his lips to her forehead.

Now,standing outside the room, he took a deep breath. Fate was either smiling down on him or was being a fickle bitch. Of all the people he could be performing in front of, it had to be Murray, Hannah’s brother. Although, he supposed it was for the best. At least he could hand Hannah to her brother and walk away. It would make it easier in the long run and one less distraction for him. He removed his shirt and ribbed tank before stepping into the space, the less time they took, the quicker he could be ready to take the place down.

The sight of Hannah trussed up, her naked body on display turned him on. He remembered the day she asked for the butterfly tattoo. They were laying together in his bed. His tattooed arm trapped over her tanned flesh. She always whispered her wishes to him in his room, along with her dreams and her secrets. She showed him the drawing she made of the multicolored monarch butterfly. She'd been so sure of herself, he didn't even attempt to talk her out of it, instead, he set her up an appointment with the same person who'd been doing his since he arrived. He held her hand through every session until it was complete. Even helped her keep it clean.

Santiago stepped to Hannah and traced the outline of her tattoo; her skin damp from the warmth of the room, glistened under the light of the room. The minute he saw Murray and Jaqueline, he'd been tempted to tell Hannah her brother was near, but he feared it would cause her to clam up and, for them to get out of there alive, she'd have to put on the performance of her life. They couldn't hold back.

He kissed her shoulder before stepping around her. A small smile tugged at her lips and he smirked. His butterfly was in a playful mood and he’d use it to their benefit. He pinched her nipple, tugging the point until she cried out. The small vibration in the chains above her head matched the tremble in her hands. He let go of her nipple then circled over to her right shoulder where he pressed a kiss to her tan flesh. He missed it with the left, but she tasted of her favorite peach lotion. Santiago groaned as he came back to stand in front of her. He stood in front of her, amused by the play of emotions of her face before settling in. She was so expressive. Lovely, really for a submissive. When he tugged on her right nipple she yelped in surprise and arched to him. Already he could see her juices glistening on her sex while the pulse point at her neck beat out a wild pace.

Glancing over her shoulder, he peeked at the glass, knowing Murray and Jaqueline were sitting there watching them. He couldn’t imagine what Murray felt or if he watched. He didn’t think he could if it was his sister. He’d probably be tearing down the door and beating the shit out of the guy who put his hands on his sister. Santiago ran his tongue over his bottom lip. He pushed the thought aside. He couldn’t think about any of them. He had to protect Hannah until Murray could take over for him.

He walked away from Hannah and went to the cabinet across from where he’d been standing. Inside, he grabbed his favorite cane. He’d used it before on Hannah. Watching her get off on the pain, sent a shiver of excitement down his spine. He’d never hurt her more than she’d want him to. Yet, he found himself nervous standing there with her.Performance anxiety. Get over it. You have shit to take care of.Santiago rolled his shoulders and stepped behind Hannah. He gave her a few warmup swats of the cane, leaving light pink lines across her ass and thighs. He remembered the places to stay away from on her back, going even easier there. But, his butterfly played it up, crying out and moaning each time the cane came down on her skin.

Santiago ran the back of his hand across his forehead, the perspiration rolled down his temple and beaded on his bald head. Shit, things were getting intense rather quickly. Hannah’s breath came in soft pants. Each time she inhaled, it pushed her breasts higher, almost as if she were begging him to take those tight peaks into his mouth and suck on them until she climaxed in his arms. He crossed to her and wrapped his arm around her, remembering to press on one of the redder marks he’d left then latched onto her nipple. She pressed her body to his, her soft mewling became desperate little whines until he let go and began again, this time peppering her thighs, stomach, and breasts with the cane.

When he finally dropped the cane, he was panting hard and so fucking aroused he couldn't stand it. He'd also lost track of time. He glanced at the clock and cursed. They only had twenty minutes left. He circled her once more then came up behind Hannah. They'd talked about this. Sex... Last night, they'd finally fucked—no that wasn't right. He made love to her, something his punk ass shouldn't have been able to do. What surprised him though, was the fact he also took her virginity. In the ten years Hannah had been with Raul, he'd never touched her, nor had any of his men.

A sense of possessiveness overtook him in those moments. She was so fucking pure and all his. Just thinking about it as he pulled his zipper down and fisted his dick turned him on. He groaned, pressing his forehead to her back. He should slow down and allow both of them to catch their breath, but they were out of time. It was now or never. “I’ll always love you, Hannah.” He whispered the words as he filled her in one stroke.

Her snug pussy rippled around him and a snarl of pleasure ripped through him. She was his woman. Santiago flexed his hips before pulling out. His thrusts were measured. He enjoyed the way her pussy quivered each time he filled her then tried to hold him in place when he withdrew. He wanted to remember each second they were together, engrave it into his memories so when he missed her most, he could recall the last time he got to hold her. His hips faltered. The idea of never seeing her again tore at his heart. How could he let her go? Even if it was for the right reasons, he didn't think he could.

Shit. Stop thinking and finish. Don’t want to get caught with your dick out.No, he didn't. He wrapped an arm around her middle and increased his pace. Anticipation along with bliss curled in his gut. It felt way too good to be inside her and again he'd been so fucking glad not only had he been her first, but she was sterilized. No way in fuck could he ever use a condom with her. She was too warm and too perfect for him. He lowered his hand to her clit and began circling the taut nub. Hannah jerked against him, meeting him stroke for stroke until he swore, she clamped down on him with all her might.

The minute she started to come, he let go. Their cries of passion mingled together while he clung to her riding out their combined releases. His heart pounded. His knees were weak. Hell, he couldn’t even think straight. He didn’t move for long moments, but before he pulled out, he hit the button on the wall closing the curtain. As soon as it was closed, he ripped the headphones off and the blindfold.

“Hannah... Butterfly,” he murmured.

“Oscar,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“I’ve got you.” He pulled from her then gathered her in his arms as best he could for the second. “I’m not going anywhere.” He held her until her shaking subsided. “Let’s get you down then we can sit for a minute.”

She nodded. A single tear slid down her cheek. “He saw everything.”

The 'he,' being her brother. "Yes."

“I’m sorry you had to do this.”

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