Despite the throbbing of her head, she was able to focus on Jake and take in her surroundings. She was tied to a chair. They seemed to be alone. Where?
She recognized the windowless room with the single lightbulb overhead. It was where she and her peers from the Scarlet Auction had slept. Jake’s cabin in Trinity County.
She tried to stifle the panic rising in her throat. Even if she could escape outside, there wouldn’t be anyone to run to for miles.
Where was her cellphone? Where was his? She looked him over but didn’t see anything.
“Checking me out, slut?” he asked with a grin. “This is what a real Dom looks like. I’m gonna show you how it’s really done.”
She wondered if it was still night or had it turned to day? If the latter, then Marissa would have noticed her missing. Maybe she would have called the police, but would they consider her a missing person if it hadn’t been twenty-four hours yet?
She couldn’t count on anyone coming to her aid. She had no idea what Jake intended, if he just meant to bully her or if he was capable of murder, but she had to stall him somehow.
“What happened?” she asked, even though she knew the answer.
“So you’re incompetent and stupid. Man, you people were better off on the plantations.”
She regretted the times she had called Ben an asshole. Jake Whitehurst and his kind were the real assholes.
“What’s the matter? Don’t like what I said?” he sneered. “It’s what the majority of this country believes, even if they’re too nice to say it out loud. So you go right on and do your protesting shit. The truth is—people don’t give a rat’s ass.”
Stay calm, Kimani. You just want to make it out alive.
“What is it you want, Jake?” she asked, subtly trying to test out her bonds and see if there was a loose end somewhere.
He smirked, which made him look even nastier, even though someone who didn’t know him would consider him extremely good-looking. “I want that blow job you owe me.”
She tried not recoil in disgust. “I owe you a blow job?”
He unzipped his black jeans and pulled out his penis. “You were lucky Claire was up to the task that first night. I got cheated.”
Kimani tried not to look at his dick because doing so made her stomach turn over. “Ben wanted his money back?”
“Surprisingly, he didn’t ask for it back. Probably thought he owed it to me for breaking Vince’s arm. But two hundred thousand dollars doesn’t come close to making up for what I had to go through.”
Her eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re the victim?”
“Yeah. Some bitch sports agent found out I pled out on an assault charge and pulled that MeToo shit, telling people I attack women. I lost two potential clients on account of cunts like her. And you. Women like you are so fucked up. You dig BDSM and rape fantasies, but when it happens for real, you wanna make men pay for your own messed-up shit. Deep down you want it, but you buy into that feminist shit that you’re not supposed to, so you take it out on men. So, hell yeah, I’m the victim here!”
There was no use explaining to someone like Jake the difference between fantasy and reality, or that BDSM done right involved a lot of consent.
Jake stroked his cock to semi-erectness. “So this blow job is on behalf of all men who have had to put up with cunts like you.”
Keep him talking.
“Are you saying all men are innocent?”
“They haven’t been proven guilty. But these days, they’re automatically guilty just because some stupid slut says a guy put the moves on her.”
“That didn’t happen with the most recent Supreme Court nomination. He was presumed innocent by a majority of the Senate.”
“Yeah, but he got raked over the coals. Someo
ne owes him a helluva blow job.”
His penis was inches from her face.
Lord, please don’t make me have to taste his junk.