“Hours?” Jodi looked up to see that his golden eyes were blazing. “But how…how does he even get it in, in the first place? I mean, is this thing accurate to size?”
He nodded. “Looks about right.”
“But then how—I mean, this is really big,” Jodi protested.
“Beast Kindred have compounds in their precum and cum that help a female open up,” he explained. “That’s what makes bonding sex possible.”
“Bonding sex. Meaning…they’re tied together for life, right?” Jodi asked, looking up at him.
Vorn nodded again, his golden eyes blazing down into hers.
“Exactly.”
“Oh,” she whispered, looking back at him. Their eyes locked and suddenly her head was filled with images—images of the big Kindred between her thighs…thrusting his long, hard cock inside her…filling her up completely…making her his…
“So do you want it or not?” the clerk asked and Jodi realized she’d forgotten all about the other woman during her intense conversation with Vorn.
“We’ll take it,” he growled. “Add it to the bill.”
“But—” Jodi started to protest. She’d seen the price tag—the Kindred-sized dildo was crazy expensive.
“No buts,” Vorn told her. “Think of it as a memento, baby,” he told her. Leaning over, he murmured in her ear, “Something to remember me by when this is all over.”
Just a few hours before the idea of her time with the big Kindred being over would have filled Jodi with relief. Now she somehow didn’t like to think of Vorn leaving. But she nodded, anyway.
“All right,” she murmured. “Thank you, Vorn.”
He flashed that white grin at her.
“Anything for you and your pussy baby.” Then he looked at the clerk. “Ring it up.”
Nineteen
Liosh sat in the darkened living area, tapping disconsolately at Melinda’s laptop. He hadn’t wanted to disturb her after she ran to the bedroom and shut the door behind her, but it broke his heart to hear her muffled sobs through the thin wooden panel.
What had happened to her to make her so certain they could never bond? What did she mean when she said she was “broken?”
Liosh didn’t know but he wished he could find out. Right now, however, he didn’t want to intrude on Melinda’s private misery. So he was “checking his e-mail” as she had told him to do any time he wanted—not because he thought he might have anything interesting but just for something to do.
There were a lot of emails that were what Melinda called “spam”—apparently junk content full of offers that were untrue or outright falsehoods. There was one, however, that intrigued him.
Girls broken by a cruel Master! screamed the e-mail. See these fresh young hotties—barely eighteen—put in their place!
It was the “broken” part that caught Liosh’s eye. It made him think of what Melinda had said—that she was broken somehow. Could this have anything to do with what she had told him?
Though she had warned him not to click on any links, he decided to chance it just once. Anything that might give him more information about what the woman he loved was upset about was worth risking.
The link opened a site called Bound and Broken. The screen was filled with small boxes, each of them with an arrow in the center, indicating they would play a vid when pressed. The pictures in the boxes were small and grainy and it was difficult to see exactly what was going on in them.
Out of curiosity, Liosh tapped one of the boxes and it expanded to fill the whole laptop screen.
The first thing he saw was a girl who looked to be Melinda’s age or a little younger. The girl had long brown hair and her arms had been yanked up behind her back and tied to a hook in the ceiling above her. It looked like a painful position to Liosh—it forced her to lean over at the waist so that she couldn’t see clearly because half of her hair hung into her eyes.
Her very frightened eyes, Liosh saw, with a growing sense of unease. She was naked and her whole body shivered with fear, her brown eyes rolling as she tried to look around her.
Then a male came into the camera’s view. He was big—much bigger than the girl—and there was a cruel smile playing around the corners of his mouth.
“Hello, you little slut,” he snarled, looking down at her. “Looks like you’re all ready to be raped today.”
Raped? Liosh recoiled from the screen. Surely this couldn’t be real, could it? Surely it was some kind of a joke? If it was, it certainly wasn’t a very funny one. In fact, it was awful but somehow he couldn’t look away.
The girl on the vid certainly seemed to react in a realistic fashion. She moaned and clamped her thighs together tightly, shaking her head.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please, I just…just want to go home.”
“This is Bound and Broken, slut—you’re not going home until you’re broken,” the male said, leering at her. “And we have the legal right to break you—remember, you signed a consent form.”
The girl shook her head wildly.
“I thought this was just regular porn! Nobody said anything about tying me up and…and hurting me!”
The male laughed harshly.
“Guess you should have read the fine print, whore!” He slapped her hard across the face, causing the girl to whimper as tears came to her eyes. “Now spread your legs—you’re about to get broken.”
Melli turned over in bed, wondering what Liosh was watching on TV. She’d just about cried herself out by now and all that was left was a dull, heavy ache in her heart.
She and Liosh could never be together, but she supposed she couldn’t stay in the bedroom the rest of the time he was here. At some point she would have to face the big Kindred.
Maybe they could just watch some TV together and chill, she thought. It was better than hiding in her room, trying to wish her past away.
With a sigh, she
