Buttons and Shame (Buttons 4)

She sat up, her face still a stoic mask of despair.

“You must be hungry.” Tristan placed his leftovers in front of her, scraps from what he’d eaten. “Since you haven’t eaten in two days.”

She stared at the food but didn’t make a move.

“You’ll take my cock in your mouth and your ass, but you won’t eat my dinner?” Tristan asked in a warning tone.

Without explanation, I figured out what had happened. Her captor had snatched her from somewhere and sold her into trafficking. She didn’t say anything to me at the airport because they probably threatened to kill her.

It was a shame. I could have saved her.

“I asked you a question,” he hissed.

With a shaky hand, she grabbed the fork and stabbed it into a piece of chicken.

Tristan smiled at her cooperation and turned back to me. “Now, where were we?”

I kept my eyes on her, waiting for her to look up.

“That’s right,” Tristan said. “I haven’t introduced you. Cane, this is my plaything. Plaything, this is Cane.”

She finally looked up, the recognition clear on her face. She knew exactly who I was but quickly covered her reaction. “Hi…” Her hand shook as she grasped the fork.

“Hey.” I didn’t mention our encounter to Tristan. Didn’t see the relevance.

“She’s something,” Tristan said. “Weak but strong. I love listening to her cry when I fuck her ass.”

She faltered before she took another bite of her food. She chewed slowly, like she hated herself for obeying this ruthless barbarian.

“Her pussy is tight,” Tristan said. “Popped her cherry.”

Now that seemed even more ruthless. All I did was nod because I didn’t know what other reaction to give. I shouldn’t give a damn about this woman. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now she was paying for her stupidity. Her life would be short-lived and painful.

“You want a round, Cane?” He grabbed the bottle of scotch and poured me another glass. “In honor of this deal, I wouldn’t mind loaning her out to you for the night.”

When my dick got hard, I felt like shit. “That’s alright. Got a lady friend at the hotel.”

“Not like this,” he said. “She’s got the nicest ass. It’s a great view from behind.”

Now my cock twitched, but my newfound conscience still prevented me from taking the offer. I would have said yes in a heartbeat if this had been a few years into the past. I didn’t consider myself to be a good man. I was motivated by sex and money, and I would never change. But something still kept me stationary. I was very attracted to this woman. The second I set eyes on her, I wanted to fuck her. Now I had my chance. If I didn’t take it, I would lose the opportunity forever. “That’s a kind offer, but let the woman eat. She looks starving.”

Instead of letting the topic die, Tristan furrowed his eyebrows in anger. “I offer you a gift, and you turn it down?”

It was like he’d gotten me a new set of knives or a pocket watch. “I didn’t realize it was a gift, just an offer.”

“Cane, I know you love women. You’ve loved all the others in the past.”

I did. I didn’t bother denying it.

“Why not her?” he demanded. “Something wrong with her?”

“Not at all.” I took another drink to keep myself calm. I didn’t want to piss off one of my biggest clients by insulting him. “She’s stunning.”

“Then what’s your problem? You don’t want to share a woman with me? Is that what this is about?”

I considered telling a lie and saying I had a serious woman in my life, but no one would believe that for a second. Also, I didn’t want to lie. It was too much work. “Not at all, Tristan.”

“Then take her away. I’m sure it’ll soften you to give me a better deal.”

It would definitely soften me in other ways.

“Go.” He clapped his hands. “The guest bedroom is right there.” He waved over one of his henchmen. “Prepare her for Cane.”

Her breathing picked up immediately, her hand dropping the fork onto the plate.

One of Tristan’s men yanked her out of the chair then escorted her out of the room by the back of her neck.

And I was so fucking hard.

4

Cane

Handcuffed to the bed and completely naked, she lay on the sheets with her knees pressed tightly together.

Now that I was alone with her, looking at her small breasts and slender stomach, there was no stopping me. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and felt my heart pound in my chest. Excitement coursed through me like a current. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this aroused. I knew it was because she was a slave, a prisoner. That heightened my desire.

Because I was sick like that.

She watched me with terror in her eyes, doing her best to hide her body with her knees. But the closer she pulled her legs to her chest, the more I could see her shaved pussy.