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  Owning Her Curves

  Her Curves series, Book Three

  By Sway Jones

  Text copyright © 2015 Sway Jones

  All Rights Reserved

  Excerpt from Taming Her Curves (Her Curves series, Book Two)

  This wasn’t supposed to happen, Sofia thought angrily. Fat girls like her never got kidnapped. It was too much weight to have to haul around. Yet here she was on her second kidnapping! These were different men than the last ones. She wondered who they were and what their point was. Did they think she was valuable for money, for sex, for leverage? Whatever it was they were wrong.

  She tried to convene these facts to them, but her Portuguese wasn’t all that good. They laughed at her cruelly. Somehow she didn’t think that she would survive this time. Something about the way they looked at her terrified her. These men could and would hurt her severely. She wondered if her parents had sent them to kill her so that they could be done with her presence in their lives. Yet for all intents and purposes, she wasn’t much of a presence in their lives anyway. Why would they need to have her murdered?

  She was utterly confused by the whole situation. And scared. She wondered if Dom and John would come looking for her. She had already missed two calls to them. They were probably busy looking for Jordan, as they should be.

  The only rule she had followed that they had set down for her was the phone call. The rest of them she didn’t bother with considering that Dom and John wouldn’t be back for her. They had their fun with her and now had more important people to attend to. She only called because she always got their voicemail and she loved hearing the messages they left for her nearly every day.

  “Hey kitten. Hope you are doing what we told you to do or else you will get one helluva spanking when we get back to you.”

  “Kitten, been thinking about those luscious thighs of yours and how I would love to lie my head on them and sleep. We haven’t slept for days.”

  “Kitten, the thought of you ‘meowing’ while I suck on your clit, gets me so fucking hard. We will see each other soon.”

  Sofia knew they wouldn’t be seeing each other ever again. This was a game they were playing. She enjoyed playing it with them, but she knew not to expect to win in the final analysis. She won by having a good time imagining that what they told her was the truth. They indeed missed her and wanted her. No man had ever given her a second thought. Even her own family didn’t give two shits about her. What made her think these two handsome strangers would? As soon as they found their next curvy woman, she would be a forgotten memory.

  So if she mattered to no one, why had these bastards kidnapped her?

  Chapter 1

  They were a local gang, Dom found out. They had been watching her since she arrived at the safe house. Leaving her alone because she was with them. They hadn’t made any attempt on her until they were sure that Dom and John had left. A week after they had gone, the gang made their move and took her.

  Within a few days they had her sold to a psychopath with a cutting fetish. He liked to see how a knife sliced through layers of meat. After working his way up from stray dogs, cats and farm animals, to sickly prostitutes, he wanted more of a challenge, more of an experiment. He wanted to filet a big girl.

  The auction began at midnight.

  Dom and John walked around the perimeter of the room scoping out the security. Because the venue was considered so secret, there wasn’t much security around. This was good. It would be easy to get her out of there.

  They had found out that Sofia was being held in this castle where the illegal slave auction was being held. The proprietor of the market, the man who had placed the order for Sofia, promised any and all fetishes for sale. Most of the “meat” as they were called had been kidnapped or sold by their families because of their unusualness. Little people, the mentally handicapped, children with rare blood types, men and women sold to fight to the death in illegal boxing rings.

  It made Dom’s stomach turn. He hated the thought that his Sofia had been put up on the block like the rest of these people and treated like objects of amusement. If he ran across her “owner” he would kill the son of a bitch with his own hands. He couldn’t imagine what the bastard had done to his Sofia.

  He knew he shouldn’t have left her alone. His gut had told him to not leave her side. But Jordan had been found and was being held captive. They needed Dom’s skills to help get him away from his captors. So he had gone, leaving Sofia explicit instructions, which she did not abide by. He was so going to flog her for her disobedience. She would learn to always listen to him and John.

  The men both looked like security guards themselves, so had pretty much free reign of the castle. While Dom looked out onto the main floor for any commotion, John was inspecting the rest of the structure for Sofia. He managed to get to the basement – more like dungeon – and found several rooms that looked like jail cells. Bars stood across their entrances. The smell of urine and feces and rotted flesh was overwhelming.

  John checked every room he came across and it was in the last one at the end of the dark hallway, he found her.

  “Oh god, Dom,” he said into his mike. “This isn’t good.”

  “Is she still alive?” Dom asked into his mike, hidden underneath his tuxedo sleeve.

  “I don’t know man. Shit!”

  “Find out John!”

  “It’s really bad. There is so much blood. Fuck!”

  Chapter 2

  Six months later …

  Sofia awoke feeling rested. It had been awhile since that had happened. She smiled softly as she felt the heat from Dom’s and John’s bodies keeping her toasty. They were why she had slept so well for the first time in months. Sandwiched between them, she always felt protected. Nobody could get to her when they were surrounding her.

  Nobody, she thought, her breathing becoming short and her heart starting to beat fast. “Including him,” she whispered, trying to reassure herself.

  “He can’t get to you. We won’t let him.” John told her with conviction and hugged her naked body tighter to his long lean equally as naked body. He always woke when she did. It was like he had a sixth sense about her unconscious or conscious state. He was always the first one she saw as she came and went during her coma.

  She whimpered very softly.

  “What’s wrong?” Dom asked, waking from his deep sleep.

  “Nothing,” she lied.

  “Am I holding you too tight?” John asked, loosening his grip on her.

  “No!” she protested. She held his arms to her scarred stomach. It did hurt to have him hold her right there, but it was worth the pain to have him touch her. For months the both of them had been so afraid to embrace her for fear of causing her agony. “Please don’t stop cuddling me.”

  “I won’t kitten, but I don’t want – ”

  “You’re not hurting me,” she lied again.

  “Ok,” John sighed and hugged her tight again. He released her as soon as he heard her give a tiny cry out. “I can’t hurt you kitten. You’ve been through so much already.”

  Sofia started to cry when she felt John’s heat retreat from her back. He had sat up.

  “Hey don’t cry kitten,” Dom tried to soothe her. “This is only temporary.” He wiped her tears away with his fingers.

  “But I miss you both so much,” she sniffed.

  “We miss you just as much if not more,” Dom explained to her. “But we are not going to contribute to the amount of pain you have had to go through.”

  “I don’t care – ”

  “I know but we do,” John said, laying back down and putting his chin on her shoulder. He ran his hands up and down her arm. She had no scars there, thankfully.

  The wounds the
bastard had given her were all on the torso. He had literally cut off pieces of her flesh on her stomach and sides. He had been ready to take off her breasts but ran out of time before having to get ready for the black tie slave auction.

  John had found her on a stainless steel table like those used for butchering, her blood draining out of her from huge swaths of her belly that had been cut off. He had wrapped her in some towels he found, picked her up and ran her back to their car. Luckily the auction had started and no one was watching the back door to the castle.

  They had radioed for a helicopter once they were away from the fortress. John held Sofia in his arms and could feel her life slipping away. Only once did she open her eyes and he thought he saw recognition in them. After that she had begun to rally a little.

  Several hours later, she made it to the hospital. The doctors told them that she didn’t have a good prognosis. The wounds were large and they were showing the first signs of infection. Evidently the bastard had used a dull and dirty knife on her.

  But she survived.

  Chapter 3

  Once the infection was treated, she ended up having several surgeries for skin grafts. They had healed nicely, but she still felt residual pain from the wounds. He had killed a lot of nerve endings that were trying to grow back. Unfortunately that growth was agonizing. The doctors didn’t know when it might end, if it would end at all.

  “I don’t like it when you cry,” Dom told her honestly. “John let’s see if there is something we can do to help her forget the pain.”

  “There’s nothing you can – ” she began.

  She gasped. Dom’s thick fingers had found her clit. It was still working wonderfully. She moaned as he worked her gently at first but more boldly as she reacted to him. His cock hardened at how responsive she was to their slightest touch.

  Dom laid his lips against hers softly. He spread light, gentle kisses all over her face, whispering to her about how strong she was and how much they had missed her. He told her how they had been so scared of losing her, but they should have known better. She couldn’t leave them, like they couldn’t leave her.

  As the two of them kissed, John rained kisses down her back. His fingers took over from Dom’s. He entered Sofia from behind, burying his calloused fingers inside her, causing her to cry out. Dom swallowed her cry as he kissed her. John leisurely moved in and out of her, letting her wetness and passion build slowly. He passed over her swollen clit several times, giving her a taste of sexual hunger.

  They kept her on the cusp of orgasm for hours it seemed to her. The prolonged anticipation was almost unbearable. Soon John began to move his fingers faster and rubbed hard on her clit. Yet she didn’t come.

  John and Dom looked at one another. She was making all the noises of a woman about to climax but she didn’t. Dom lowered his mouth to her nipples. He sucked hard on them, trying to push her over the edge. Still she didn’t come.

  It finally dawned on John what was going on.

  “Kitten,” he began in a whisper. “Come for us.”

  She finally let out a scream as her body plunged into a heated pool of ecstasy. She threw her head back, arched her back and cried out in pain and pleasure. Her stomach hurt but the desire softened the pain.

  John could feel her muscles clench down on his fingers. Christ he wished he could be inside her right then. He groaned as his dick grew even harder from witnessing her orgasm. Dom grabbed her exposed neck and tightened his grip. She gasped. After several long seconds, he let go. The oxygenated blood he had denied her rushed to her head and extended her climax even longer.

  “Oh god!” she cried out. It took awhile for her body to calm back down. The pain was a dull ache but the satisfaction from the orgasm tempered it even more. As her breathing slowed and her heart returned to normal, she opened her eyes and looked into Dom’s bright blue ones. His desire for her was still evident in them. Looking over her shoulder at John, she saw his need in his brilliant green eyes.

  Chapter 4

  Reaching down, she grabbed both their cocks. She sat up pulling them up into kneeling positions putting their dicks at her eye level. She placed her lips around the tip of Dom’s and gave it a kiss then suckled it. She repeated the same on John’s. Both men responded with groans.

  Whatever she did to Dom, she did to John. Delicately she lifted the pre-cum off the ends of their dicks with the tip of her tongue. She loved the musky, salty taste of them. She loved their hardness. It was so substantial. She could barely wrap her lips around them. They filled her mouth up. No food had ever brought her such complete fullness before.

  As she took each cock into her mouth, she swirled her tongue all around the hot, satiny skin, tracing every crevice and crease, every vein and indentation. Whenever she hit the bottom of their cockheads, in that most sensitive of places, she felt their dicks pulse in her mouth. She moaned at the sensation.

  They both cursed at the vibration her moan made on their dicks. It nearly drove them over the cliff. Their breathing sped up. Her fingers pressed against their tanned hard thighs, providing her some stability.

  It was difficult to get either one of them down all the way, but she tried. Each of them helped her by holding her head and fucking themselves into her mouth until they felt the wall of her throat. She couldn’t gag even if she wanted to; her mouth and throat were so full of cock. As they pulled out, all her saliva made a dirty slurping sound and then fell in sheets off of them.

  John put his large hand around her throat as he fucked her face so he could feel himself inside her throat as he managed to get all inside her mouth. His short hairs tickled her nose. Sofia was having difficulty breathing but she said nothing even as she began to feel lightheaded. She would pass out before she denied either one of these men the pleasure that was due them for rescuing her and staying by her side all these months.

  It was the least she could do.

  John pulled out before she fainted. Almost immediately he began to come on her face. Dom soon followed him. Sofia closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the warm, thick ropes of cum on her cheeks, eyes and mouth. She licked her lips and tasted two distinct flavors. She wondered who was which.

  “Fuck,” they both said softly.

  “Don’t open your eyes kitten,” Dom told her.

  She felt John get out of bed and heard him walk somewhere. It was their first night in this house, so Sofia wasn’t sure where anything was. She heard water turn on and off and figured he had gone to the bathroom. When she felt him return to the bed, it wasn’t long before he was wiping her face with a warm washcloth. He took great care with her eyes.

  “Now you can open them,” he told her.

  She did and the first thing she saw was John’s very satisfied face. She smiled coyly at him. She leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. Looking over her shoulder she saw Dom, lying on the bed, looking as relaxed as she had ever seen him. He smiled at her lazily and ran his fingers up and down her back.

  Sofia lay back down next to Dom and John followed her.

  “You were a good girl, kitten,” Dom murmured into her ear. “You remembered to come only when allowed to.”

  “Yes master.” She fell right back into their rules for her.

  “A very good girl,” Dom repeated.

  Chapter 5

  The blood-curdling scream had them running from the kitchen to their bedroom, guns drawn. Sofia sat up in the middle of the king-size bed, holding her stomach, sobbing. While John went to her, Dom checked to see if there was anyone in the room. When he found nobody, he went to Sofia as well.

  He looked at John who was holding the crying woman. John looked at him with the same concern in his eyes. They had experienced PTS after their stint as ISIS POW’s. It had taken some time to get over the initial horrible effects, but they had each other as well as other friends who knew what it was they were going through.

  The nightmares were the easiest part to deal with. The hallucinations were the worse. The inability to
determine reality from delusion was scary.

  “It’s ok kitten,” John reassured softly. “You’re safe sweetheart. We’re here. We won’t let anything happen to you. You’re safe.”

  Sofia buried her face in John’s chest and clutched at him. Her sobs tore at the men’s hearts. John held her tighter to him; Dom put a comforting, heavy hand on her back. They both stayed with her until the tears dried up.

  Chapter 6

  “I’ll understand if you want me to leave,” Sofia told them after she finished crying. “I’m sorry for being such a … baby.”

  “Oh honey, you aren’t being a baby,” John said to her soothingly. He pulled her closer to him. “You’ve been through so much in the last seven months kitten. We would be surprised if you weren’t feeling a little overwhelmed by it all.”

  Sofia wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck. He held her like that for several long minutes. When he felt her sigh and then settle in next to him, he knew she had fallen asleep and laid her down gently. He pushed her hair behind her ear. Leaning down he kissed her on the forehead.

  “We need to get her some help,” Dom said softly.

  “Yeah,” John whispered. “But for now she needs to get some sleep. I’ll stay with her for a couple of hours and then you can take a couple more if she needs it.”

  “Ok. I’m going to go do some research. I’ll check in on you both in awhile.”

  John sighed deeply as he lay down next to Sofia. It felt so right being with her. He needed to be there with her. She was his other half. Without her he had been empty. The last six months had shown him how much he cared for her, how much he … loved her. He needed to take care of her.

  No other woman had ever affected him like this. His stomach did somersaults whenever she looked at him with those big brown eyes. It was electric every place on his body she touched him.

  He was a soldier. He knew how to control his emotions. When she had been missing, he had trouble controlling his anxiety for her.