Slave Jade by Claire Thompson Read Free Book Online

heady light musk scent making his cock strain in his jeans. Unzipping his fly, he took his cock in his hand as he bent forward to lick her nipples.
    After a moment he tucked himself away. He would wait until she woke up. No more masturbation for Gilbert Johnson. Not now that he had his own personal slave girl to serve him.
    Instead, satisfied she was properly bound, he left her. How smoothly the deadbolt slid home, imprisoning her on the other side of the door. It was hard to believe, after all the weeks of planning and working toward this moment, he had her at last, imprisoned in her own private dungeon, with Gilbert, the master jailer on the other side.
    He picked up her red leather purse from the floor where he’d dropped it when carrying her inside. Taking it to the sofa, he sat and dumped its contents beside him. Wallet, cell phone, makeup bag, pens, checkbook. He opened the wallet, inspecting her driver’s license. It also contained two credit cards and a bank card, as well as various receipts and scraps of paper with notes scrawled on them. In the money pocket she had a little over forty dollars. She could keep her money, for now.
    He set the wallet down and opened the makeup bag. In addition to the usual lipstick, rouge, tampons and tissues was a compact of some kind. Curious, he flipped it open. Inside was a circle of tiny white pills, each in its own slot. Three of the slots were empty. Birth control.
    Anger flared as jealousy hurtled through Gilbert’s brain. Who was she fucking, the lying, two-faced bitch? Slave Jade had told Master John she wasn’t seeing anyone since she’d broken up with the last guy.
    Taking a deep breath, Gilbert willed himself to be calm. She had admitted she’d been serious with the last guy. Probably you couldn’t just stop and start birth control. It might be bad for your hormones or something. He’d do some research.
    He turned the small container over in his hands. Though the thought of her someday having his child was a seductive one, he certainly didn’t want a baby gumming up the works while they were still laying the foundation of their new relationship.
    These pills would come in very handy indeed. He’d have to make sure she took one each morning. He set the container down and reached for her checkbook.
    Her writing was neat and precise, as he’d expect for a banker. He flipped to the last entry, which showed a balance of six-hundred and eight dollars. Not exactly a fortune. Hopefully she had a savings account, where the real money was socked away.
    He examined the entries more carefully, discovering the twice monthly automatic payroll deposits. She earned easily three times what he did. He noted the entry, always made the next day—a withdrawal of nearly one-third her paycheck, with the notation—savings account.
    Excellent. His slave girl was thrifty. Hopefully she’d put aside enough for their island adventure. He would have to find out, but that was for a future day, when he’d captured not only her body but her heart.
    ~*~
    “Oh, my head,” Lisa moaned. Her mouth felt cottony and bitter, and her head pounded. The room was dark. She tried to move and realized she was bound, her wrists pulled up over her head and secured with clinking chain. Her ankles were also shackled together. She seemed to be lying on a mattress on the floor.
    The images came rushing into her head like a black whirlwind—the strange man approaching her, the struggle at her car, panic rising and bursting from her in a scream that was muffled by a large hand clamped over her mouth and nose, choking her, suffocating her...
    And that smell. That sickly sweet smell, and then the nauseating dizziness. She tried to pull her wrists free but only succeeded in tightening the metal cuffs. Who could have done this and why? Where was she? She had to get out of here! She was going to die!
    Lisa began to cry. Panic washed over her, clinging to her body, suffusing her pores, making it impossible to catch