Betrayed: Keeping her in the Dark Vol. 3 Page 16

  “I love you, Norah. I really do. I know you don’t want me involved, and I honestly don’t either, but I have to do something. I can’t just sit here, knowing what could happen to these girls, and not do anything.” I shook my head not sure I had just heard him.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear anything you said after you said the girls had been purchased. Can you repeat that please?” He cleared his throat and started to explain again.

  “Stop! I heard you and I don’t want to hear it again.” I paced back and forth a few times. Liam started to say something but I stopped him.

  “No!” I shouted. “You can’t. You can’t get involved. I don’t want you involved in this.” He took my hands in his.

  “Norah, I can’t sit by and do nothing,” he kept his voice low.

  “Yes you can. Human traffickers kidnap women all the time, auctions like this go on all the time, men buy women, it happens! You can’t get involved in this!” I walked across the room.

  “Norah I have to do something!” He was shouting now. “This information has fallen in my lap and I can’t go on with my life as if I don’t know. I can do something, I have to do something.” I turned to face him.

  “What can you do?” I asked. “What exactly is it that you think you can do?”

  “I don’t know…is the thing, so that’s why I need your advice.”

  “Can’t you just call the police?” I asked. I was sure this probably wasn’t an option or he wouldn’t be so upset, but I didn’t know why.

  “I thought of that.” He actually agreed with me. “I could just call them and have them raid the party. Not only would they arrest Randall, but they would get all of the sick bastards that were there as well. But…” he didn’t finish. He just cleared his throat and looked at me.

  “What?” I asked.

  “But then I would take the risk of getting in trouble myself.” He had a very ashamed look on his face.

  “Liam, you can’t honestly think you would still get in trouble for buying me?” He didn’t answer but looked away. “Liam, you’re my husband! We’re married! How can they punish you for something that isn’t even an issue anymore?” I didn’t get it. He sat back down on the couch.

  “Because they can, sweetheart. What I did was wrong, no matter how it has turned out, or that I didn’t know what I was doing at the time. It doesn’t matter. It was wrong. The worst of it is I didn’t do anything to report the auction, the men that were there, or help the other girls. It doesn’t paint a very good picture of my intentions with you.” I thought for a moment.

  “Well how about an anonymous tip?” He laughed.

  “I thought of that too, but let me explain something to you.”

  He got up and walked behind the couch, resting his hands on the top. “If they arrest Randall and the others at this party, he’s going to deny everything of course. Then they are going to talk to the girls and other submissives/slaves at the party, and they will probably tell the truth. Then they are going to go back to Randall and ask him again. They will tell him if he confesses to human trafficking, and tells them where he got the women from, he will get a better deal.” He started to walk around the room.

  “Which of course he won’t do, because the people he got these girls from are probably dangerous, and they would just have him killed in prison or something.” I cringed when he said that. “But then after a while, they will tell him if he gives up other men who have bought slaves or participated in kidnapping he won’t get as much jail time. That is when my name will come up. I won’t be the first one he betrays, but I’m sure I will be on the list.”

  “Why are so you concerned about being turned in now? A few weeks ago when Nick was at our doorstep, you were ready to spend your life on a chain gang just to get revenge on him. Now three innocent girls are going to be sold into slavery and you’re thinking of yourself?” I put my hands on my hips. I didn’t want to him to risk himself either way, I just wanted to know the difference.

  “That’s different and you know it,” he said.

  “Explain it to me.” I crossed my arms against my chest.

  “Killing Nick would be a crime, but a crime I wanted to commit and I still want to commit! I have no problem going to jail for a crime I intentionally plan and carry out!” he ran his hands through his hair.

  “But I will not go to jail over something I did without knowing it was wrong! I would have never been involved with that auction if I had known the circumstances!” He was shouting again.

  “Well I’ll lie. They would need to ask me about it right? I’ll tell them it isn’t true….or I can tell them the same story I told Tiffany. That you saved me, helped me heal, and we fell in love. It isn’t far from the truth, Liam.” He nodded.

  “Norah, I know you would do anything to protect me. I know you would never betray me on purpose, but let me tell you how that would go.” He kept pacing around the room.

  “First they’re going to ask you how we met. Then they are going to ask you every detail of our relationship. If they think you’re lying the questions will be more detailed oriented.” He turned to face me, “and no offense, darling, but your face doesn’t lie.” He went back to pacing.

  “After hours of asking you about our story, they will leave you alone, but won’t let you go home. You will be tired, but they won’t let you sleep. You will be hungry but they won’t let you eat.” He turned back and leaned down on the back of the couch resting on his hands.

  “Then they are going to ask you the same questions again. This will go on for hours, until finally when you are so tired and hungry you won’t be able to remember all the details yourself, and you’ll say something different. Not necessarily a lie, but not exactly what you told them before either. Then that is when they will have you. They will hammer and hammer away at every little detail you don’t get right after hours of questioning, and before you know it, you will start to tell them the truth. Not because you want to, but because you can’t remember what the lies are anymore.”

  I had tears in my eyes. This was so wrong. Liam hadn’t done anything wrong. He didn’t know I had been kidnapped when he bought me.

  True he didn’t treat me that great when I first got here, but he was a good man. He had really saved me.

  “Well they could never change that you saved me!” I yelled. He just laughed.

  “That’s what you think now, darling, but after hours maybe days of questioning and you defending me, they will break you too. They will convince you that I brainwashed you to love me, that you don’t really like this life I have provided you with, that the only reason you submit to me willingly, let me play my sex games with you in the basement is to fulfill my need to have a slave. They will convince you that I only married you so you wouldn’t turn me in to the authorities that I really don’t love you, that I was only invited to that party because I was tired of you and wanted another slave for my pleasure.” I stood up again, and crossed my arms against my chest.

  “You must think I’m really an idiot if you think they could convince me you brainwashed me!” I snapped at him.

  He walked to me and touched my face. “Sweetheart, you yourself weren’t even sure if I had brainwashed you after you found out the truth. You thought we had brainwashed each other, remember?” I lowered my eyes.

  Yes, I remembered. After he told me he didn’t know I was kidnapped and wasn’t a willing slave, I questioned everything about our relationship. I thought he had brainwashed me into loving him. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I knew he was right.

  “Well I’m your wife. They can’t use anything I say against you. They can’t make me say anything to incriminate you.” I put my hands on my hips. I knew that part was true. They couldn’t make me talk against my own husband.

  “If they can prove to a judge that you married me under duress then those kinds of laws don’t apply here,” his voice was in a low whisper.

  “So what do we do then?” I asked in a very soft voice. He sh
ook his head.

  “I don’t know.” We sat in silence. I knew what he was thinking. He wanted to go to the party and buy these girls too. After a few minutes of silence he finally spoke.

  “How do you feel about me buying these women, myself?” I knew it.

  “Please hear me out.” He held his hands up and we both sat down in the couches again.

  “I could buy them and set them free. I could do for them what I should have done for you.” I moved to my knees in front of him and held my hands in front of me.

  “No. Please no. I know it sounds like the right thing, but it isn’t. We can’t get involved with this, Liam. We just can’t.”

  He touched my hands and got up to walk to the bar and make himself a drink. He turned back to face me. I stood up.

  “I can’t do nothing,” he said.

  “I didn’t say do nothing. I said you can’t do this,” I replied. “Liam, this is crazy! First of all, it’s crazy! You going to a party with sick people, who have slaves themselves that they bought, and participate in an auction! Second,” I held up my hand to stop him from talking.

  “Second, you can’t seriously think they are going to let you buy all three women! And third, we are talking about a lot of money here!” I was raising my voice a little too loud for his liking.

  “Norah, you know it isn’t about the money…and it certainly isn’t about the sex. It’s about…” but he didn’t finish. His eyes began to fill with sadness.

  “I know what it’s about, baby.” I knew he was still trying to make up for what he done to me. In his mind falling in love with me, and making me fall in love with him wasn’t what I deserved. In his mind, I deserved more than him, more than a controlling man who wanted me to submit to him. But he was too selfish to let me go. And I loved him too much to leave.

  I kissed his forehead. “So how would this work? What do you do?” He sucked in a breath and wiped his face. “Well first I have to let Randall know that I am interested in coming to his party. Then all I can do is wait.”

  He took my hand and we headed upstairs.

  “Hey I could go with you!” He turned back to face me. “I could go with you and we could both be undercover! I could be your slave girl and you could be my master,” I gave him a sexy smile. He pulled me to his face.

  “There is no way I am taking my wife to a sex auction. I don’t think for one minute you could be undercover, darling. You can’t hold your tongue, Norah and I love that about you.” He kissed my nose.

  “Well I don’t want you to do this, Liam. I know you think it is the only way, but I don’t. If you do this, you do it without my consent. I don’t want you to do it. I don’t think this is a good idea at all.” I knew my objections were going on deaf ears. Liam was going to do what he wanted to do. He always did. But I knew there was no way this was going to end good.

  “Well I appreciate your concern and objections. I need to think some more before I make a decision.” I ran his hand through my hair.

  “Now if you would like to be my slave girl we can do that right now.” He tightened his hold on my neck and pulled my hair exposing my neck to him. He lowered his mouth and licked from my cleavage to my neck and then sucked on my earlobe.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Liam

  I didn’t think Norah would agree to my going to the auction right away. It was dangerous. But I thought I could convince her over the next few days. The hard part was going to be telling her about some of things I might have to do at these parties. I was about to show her some of those things now. Playing ‘little slave girl and slave master’ was my favorite game.

  “Take off your clothes!” I demanded as soon as we entered our bedroom. I went to the closet and took off my suit. I didn’t want clothes to get in my way tonight. When I came back out she was naked too and on her knees with her head bowed.

  “I like that,” I whispered as I walked closer to her. I touched her chin and made her look up at me. I ran my thumb over her lips and then moved the hair off her shoulder.

  “My sweet little Norah,” I said as I walked around her. I ran my hand down her spine and then stopped back in front of her.

  “Look at me,” I said. She looked up. “Put your hands on my hips and take me in your mouth. Suck me until I tell you to stop and don’t move your hands.”

  She didn’t hesitate. She moved up on her knees and placed her hands on my hips. Her eyes locked on me as she took me in her mouth.

  “Yes, that’s it, little one,” I breathed out. I ran my hands over her head and leaned my head back. I pushed myself in her mouth and pressed her head forward.

  Her mouth kept up with my thrusts and she kept taking me deeper. Her throat was like silk around my cock. Her tongue encircled the tip and she created suction with her lips.

  I pressed myself back in her mouth and grabbed the back of her head with one of my hands. I rammed myself in her mouth several times until I thought I might come, but I wasn’t ready so I pulled out.

  “Get on the bed. Put your hands on the head board, bend over and spread your legs,” I demanded. She did as she was told. I climbed on the bed behind her and ran my hand over her perfect ass.

  “Are you going to spank me?” she asked. I grunted a little. A very small part of me took pride in our one anal sex encounter and that she didn’t enjoy it. A small little demon on my shoulder liked that she let me do something to her she wasn’t sure about and she didn’t like it.

  She was honest about her feelings and asked if I would stay away from that part of her. But when I was in slave master mode I didn’t give a damn about her feelings. I wanted what I wanted and I knew she wouldn’t try to stop me.

  “I didn’t give you permission to talk.” My voice was cold and I knew it didn’t give her any confidence, but that’s how I wanted it. I smacked my hand down on her ass hard enough to leave a pink handprint.

  She whimpered and arched her back. I ran my hand softly over the mark I had just made. “I love seeing your skin turn pink under my hand.” She hummed her approval.

  I slide my fingers around her body and touched her sex. She was getting wet and moved her body against my hand.

  “Don’t move.” I tugged on her hair with my other hand. “I said don’t move, little one. What do you say to me?” I waited.

  “Yes sir,” her voice was small and quiet. It reminded me of when she first talked to me after I bought her. I spoke with authority and she complied in a very shy and mousy way. I liked that. I liked the smart mouth, argumentative and independent Norah too. But I really liked to corrupt the shy, mousy and quiet Norah.

  I shoved two fingers inside her and then pulled them back out again. I did that several times. Her head lowered and raised again. I knew she was struggling not to make noise. I liked watching her struggle. I moved my hands around to her mouth.

  “Suck on my fingers,” I said. I pushed the 2 fingers I had inside her in her mouth. She accepted. I took my hand away and moved to my back.

  “Spread your legs, Norah.” She moved her legs apart and I slid myself between them. I grabbed her hips and pressed my mouth into her wet hotness.

  She moaned and arched her back briefly letting go of the head board. I took my mouth away from her and slapped her ass.

  “Put your hands back on the head board and don’t move again. Do you understand?” I asked.

  “Yes sir,” she moaned.

  “You may moan. You know I like to hear you moan, little one.” I put my mouth back where it was and she moaned again. I smiled against her pussy because I loved to hear her make her sex noises.

  Her thighs parted a little wider giving me more room to move. I let the tip of my tongue slide over the bottom of her slit to the hard clit at the top in a slow but steady motion. She gasped and hummed as her hips rocked against my lips. I used my fingers to spread her wider and inserted my tongue inside her.

  She shivered as I pressed my thumb against her clit and fucked her with my tongue.

  I felt
the tiny little muscles in her pussy contract and knew she was about to come. I licked her again from top to bottom. Then breathed against her.

  “Let it out, little one. Come for me.” I ran my hand over her again and sucked on her clit while she moaned and almost tried to pull herself away from me. When she was done I kissed her inner thighs and moved my body from underneath her.

  “Don’t move until I tell you.” I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wiped my mouth. I looked down at my cock and it was hard as a rock. I wanted to stroke it a few times but I knew if I did I would come.

  I walked out to the bedroom and to my delight she hadn’t moved.

  “Release your hands and lay on your back, but keep your legs spread open.” Again she did as I demanded. I crawled on the end of the bed and moved closer to her. Her eyes were closed.

  “Look at me,” I said. I was trying to be a little softer but still firm. Her eyes opened and she titled her head to me.

  “Are you scared, Norah?” She didn’t answer right away. “Because your legs are shaking?” She cleared her throat and spoke.

  “I’m a little nervous,” she whispered. I touched her knees and spread legs apart.

  “Don’t be.” She nodded at me but I wasn’t sure she actually believed me. “Put your hands over your head.” She took a deep breath and did as I asked. “I’m not going to restrain you, Norah, but don’t move your hands.” She nodded in agreement. I was about to smack her ass for not saying ‘sir’ when she answered correctly.

  “Yes sir,” she whispered. I smiled.

  “That’s my good girl,” I said. I knew she wanted to roll her eyes but didn’t dare.

  I knelt between her legs and rubbed the head of my cock against her wetness. She wasn’t looking at me anymore but after my third pass over her clit her eyes connected with mine.

  “Impatient?” I asked. She didn’t say anything. “I like making you want me. I savor your impatience.” I smiled and she looked away again. “Keep your eyes on me, please.” She looked back as I thrusted myself inside her.