Naked and Bound (1*+)

Six

Nothing can faze Mr. Reed.

When bullets and death threats seemed to be always coming your way, he guessed being a billionaire had made him unshakeable and indifferent. But, as fearless as he claimed he was, nothing had prepared him to see his daughter being ravished by two men.

He could feel his flimsy Dad's heart shatter inside his chest.

No wonder his mother arranged everything relating to Victoria's bodyguards. She knew something like this would happen. Heck, if she was alive, she certainly would be looking forward to it. Maybe his mother's plan was a big mistake after all.

Resisting the urge to break something, the menacing air around him softly changed into nostalgia as he studied the dining room awash with specks of gold from the morning light. The sound of his daughter's animals was echoing across the distance. Stefan and Hugh must be tending to them as Tory was busy preparing his drink in the kitchen. Seeing Tory's house once again rekindled warm memories of his wife. Hannah had spent months designing and building their dream home. Countless research, employees, and nights had spent to build Reed Manor. Yet before she could even see it erected and finished, she was gone.

"Dad? Are you all right?"

Quinn Reed lifted his downcasted gaze. Victoria was looking at him with unsteady eyes. Embarrassment stained her cheeks. She looked uncertain of his reaction about what happened earlier. And, admittedly, he was also quite unsure himself.

"Of course, hon. Just surprised, I guess." Quinn said as he reached for the martini Victoria made for him.

Victoria sat on the seat across to him. "I'm s-"

Quinn waved a hand. "Tory, honey. Worry not. I'm not angry. You're old enough to make decisions for yourself. Just remember that your old man is here just in case one of those scumbags hurt you and you wanted them gone."

Victory tentatively smiled. "Geez. Who are you? Where did you hide my real Dad?"

"A man can change, you know."

"Well, you can't blame me, Dad. I spent my whole life watching you bare your fangs to any man who even stares at my way." Victoria quipped. "Now, I wonder why did you send Stefan and Hugh here."

The gravity in her voice momentarily stopped Quinn's heart for a second. Her eyes looked steadier. Her lips curled with determination. It was the give-me-the-answer-quick-or-you'll-regret-it look. He was freakingly familiar with it. He always saw it on Hannah's face whenever they were arguing.

Quinn sighed deeply. "Your mother was the bravest woman I've ever known. It wasn't easy to be married to me, hon. I'm a proud man. Hungry for power. I am always in a battle with myself to be better, stronger, and richer. I'm too obsessed with reaching the top that I never considered that the higher I get, the more dangerous it is for the two of you. But your mother never complained. She was always there beside me. Supporting me. Patting my back. Or pushing me forward whenever I needed it." Quinn took a sip of his martini, suddenly realizing his throat felt dry. "And my enemies knew how much I rely on her. If she's gone, they knew it would be my end."

Victoria clenched her fists. "So they took her."

"Yes." Quinn's voice croaked. "I thought I would go mad. Next thing I knew, I've started to hate myself. My power. My money. I am not as brave as my Hannah. I don't know what to do. I nearly lost it."

"But you kept on going, Dad," Victoria said in a soothing voice. "You kept on going because you have to take revenge."

Quinn shook his head as he grabbed Victoria's hand and cradled it between his. "No. I kept on going because I still have you."

Silence descended over them. Victoria's hand suddenly felt cold.

He watched her bit her quivering lips. Emotions overflowed on her face. Anger, agony, betrayal. Every bit of it must be the result of his failure as a parent. Who knew his dream could bring so much damage to his daughter?

She snatched her hand away from his grasp. Tear on her eyes threatened to fall. "I find that hard to believe, Dad. Your obsession with Mom's death had made you forget about me. Honestly, I thought I only lost Mom, but it felt as if I also lost you."

Quinn stood and knelt beside her. He framed her face with his hands. "You're wrong. You will never lose me. Forgive me, Tory. You're the most important thing in my life."

"But-But you were never beside me."

"Because your father is such a coward. I'm sorry for locking you here for years, hon. Robbed you a chance to live a normal life."

She shook her head. "Being here with Granny Paula was the best thing that ever happened to me."

The weight on his chest gradually decreasing. "I'm glad."

She wiped her eyes dry. "Tell me, Dad. What's happening? What are Stefan and Hugh's role in this mess?"

Quinn went back to his chair. "It was your Granny Paula's plan."

"I'm listening."

The nostalgia in the room dissolved. What would happen next was their battle against the darkest side of their past. All this time, Quinn carried the responsibility of protecting Victoria from it. Yet she had also grown so much since her trauma happened. Now, he watched her carry herself with so much strength and courage the way Granny Paula would. Reed's bloodline truly has exceptional women.

"After your abduction ten years ago, I have made sure to spread rumors that you didn't make it. Not only this would protect you but it will also give me time to search for the men responsible for it," Quinn took a deep breath as he continued, "Yet, recently a man close to me betrayed me and spilled all your whereabouts to my enemy. They have found out that you're alive and hiding. They must be desperately looking for you now. That's why I have to find people to closely protect you quickly but discreetly. I cannot trust anybody, you see. So I asked for help from your grandmother. She found Stefan. And I interviewed Hugh. Since we didn't know who we can trust yet, we sent Stefan and Hugh to your side disguised as your s*x toys."

Victoria involuntarily blushed. "But, out all the probable disguise, why did she choose s*x toys?"

Quinn let out a hearty laugh. "Tory, I think, this time, it's okay for you to know that your grandmother has, what you can say, unusual sensual tastes."

"What the-"

"Don't worry, hon. Our family believed in the freedom of our sensuality."

"Dad!"

Quinn chuckled and patted her head. "I trust that Hugh and Stefan take care of you just well?"

She remembered feeling safely locked inside their arms. "Yes."

"Have you already done it with them?"

"Dad!"

Quinn let out another loud laugh as he stood again. He pulled Victoria inside his warm arms. "I'm just happy that you have finally found someone you can rely on to."

Victoria pressed her cheek on his shoulder. "They are good men, Dad."

"I know."

"And you owe Stefan an apology."

Quinn sighed, released her, and asked where he could find Stefan.

As he walked his way to the library, Mr. Reed had finally realized he was also relying on Stefan and Hugh to protect his daughter.

* * *

My sensuality.

Victoria ran a hand on her face. She was treading on dangerous waters. She had never contemplated her sensuality before because she was too busy managing her farm and learning about veterinary.

But, now that Stefan and Hugh had opened a different world to her. She was beyond curious. She wanted to feel it again. To feel free again. To feel their touch in between--

Get a hold of yourself, Victoria scolded herself. She must not go there or else she would feel hot and bothered--again. Forcefully, she focused on sorting through a box of DVDs and trying to kill time while waiting for her Dad to finish his conversation with her s*x toys.

Her s*x toys.

Damn, when did she started thinking of them as hers?

Sighing, she was getting tired of looking at the porn movies that seemed to be overflowing from the box. Insatiable. Love until midnight. The Quicky Star. Love Me From Behind. 7-ways to Cloud Nine. She tossed every cd back in the bag. So much for calming her dirty thoughts by organizing the attic, she thought.

A lot of CDs being thrown away had passed before something caught her eye.

The plastic cover was torn and there was no movie title printed on it. Curious, she opened the case then peered on the two white CDs with a "for my lady" written on it.

Slowly she reached for the 1st cd and placed it on the player she prepared an hour ago. Finally, she found something worth watching for, she thought and tried to settle comfortably on the edge of her bed.

The movie flashed nothing but a bed in a dark room. Every few minutes a man's hip clad with black slack would appear. He looked like he was fixing the camera's position then he would leave.

The same scenes played for about thirty minutes and Victoria got bored. When she decided to turn it off, a woman suddenly appeared. Covered with nothing but her skin, the woman walked backward to the bed. She was wearing something on her hip.

A rope? she mused.

Interested, Victoria pressed the volume louder and leaned forward. She saw the woman was gagged. Her hands were also bound. The resolution of the movie was a bit of low quality and she had to squint her eye to recognize the other details.

The rope was fastened around her hips with two knots in the middle. One in her front. One in the back.

She noticed that another rope was placed in the center of the flesh between her thighs. Its cheeks squeezing the rope in the middle.

Victoria instinctively touched her own core and thought that it must be painful for her.

Then suddenly he remembered Hugh's fingers in there and it felt good. She blushed when the image of Hugh stroking her and tasting her with his fingers popped up in her mind. She shook her head to take the disturbing thought away when suddenly Stefan's tongue gliding in her core appeared instead.

She scolded herself for being undisciplined. It was very unusual for her to be addicted to a man's touch. She was in control of her senses. She didn't let her passions control her logical mind.

Addicted, she frowned. Must be dangerous.

Victoria's eye caught a slight movement in the movie. The woman was now facing the camera. Victoria saw the woman's brown eyes. It was huge. Or not, she contradicted herself. It was different. It looked big and clouded. As if she was in a daze. Then her eyes were averted and she looked on her left. The side of her body was the only thing Victoria could see.

And the bed of course.

The woman was now breathing heavily and her bare breasts were moving with every movement of her chest. She was sweating profusely. As if she was on the heat, Victoria concluded. Now and then, the woman would shiver and her knees would buckle. Once she fell on the bed and immediately stood up. Victoria watched her mouth formed a word of apology.

Every minute Victoria watched, her confusion grew as well as the anticipation to see what would happen. As if she was entranced with the emotions she saw on the woman's face.

She looked aroused. Her passion-filled face was fascinating.

Victoria embarrassedly admitted that she too was turned on.

Suddenly the man dressed in slacks appeared to the view. He was telling something Victoria couldn't decipher. She increased the volume once again and was disappointed the sounds were muffled.

After the man spoke, Victoria saw his hand gently reached for the knot in the middle of the rope and tugged it upward.

The woman's eyes closed and looked whimpering.

Victoria jumped when he saw the man's hand slapped roughly the woman's thigh. The woman's eye opened and widened instantly. She listened to what the man said and nodded.

The man tugged the rope once again. Victoria looked at the woman's hands fisted against her abdomen as the man pulled the rope roughly. This time the woman didn't close her eyes. She forced herself to remain upright as the man's other hand traveled along her spine up to her throat and down to her breasts.

She heard a low moan. It sounded odd for it came out in their mouths.

The man's hand slowly closed around the rope placed in between her thighs. He pulled it gently. The woman's hip jerked in response and started moving it, sighing now and then.

The man continued pleasuring the woman with his hands and fingers when suddenly his head turned and looked directly to the camera. Victoria's veins started to throb and an odd feeling started to form inside her chest. She felt as if she was caught peeping.

The fierce blue eyes of the man felt like flaming sparks piercing through Victoria's green ones. As if he knew she was there. As if he expected her to be there. As if he was telling her that Victoria was the third participant in their love play.

As quick as he stared at her, his eyes went back to the woman. He crudely tore the rope away from the woman and his lover's cry reverberated around Victoria's room.

Victoria's gasped followed the movements of the man's fingers as it rubbed the woman's core relentlessly. It didn't stop even if the woman's cries went louder and louder.

The man looked in deep concentration and control. His movements were precise and fast.

Everything stopped as the woman's pleas turned into a shout of triumph as she reached the highest possible pleasure she could ever have.

Victoria's heart seemed to be in a hurry as it pumped rapidly against her chest. Her blood felt to be burning as heat traveled in her neck up to her cheeks. The tightness in her abdomen served as the warning of the aching feeling forming in her core.

Before she could gather herself into rights, the man turned the woman in his arms around and pushed her where the camera lies.

The woman's dazed face came into focus as her body was bent forward by the man behind her. His hand made her a prisoner against the surface where the camera was placed. His other hand was gripping the woman's hip, so hard his hand was digging in her flesh.

In an instant, the woman was pushed forward as the man repeatedly pushed his hips towards her. Their play was wild and unknown for Victoria. For Victoria, their position looked uncomfortable-she concluded that no doubt they would experience cramps and stiffness.

Yet the looked in their faces says otherwise.

They looked content. In a desperate move to find something they could in each other's bodies.

Abruptly the man gripped the woman's hair as he continued to pound himself into her. Victoria found her thighs locked tightly with each other. Her hands were desperate to reach for her core. She wanted to ease the tightness she felt down there. She had to.

The sound of a hand meeting flesh echoed around her room and she found herself mesmerized as the man continuously slapped the woman's back, thighs, and buttocks.

Everything looked raw. Primitive. Dominating.

When she finally decided to touch herself, the man shouted in release mingled with the woman's whimper.

Victoria wasn't fascinated by the way they reached their satisfaction. Nor the way the man looked directly to the camera when he came. Neither his blazing blue eyes filled with passion, wordlessly connecting with her.

It was the name he shouted when he found his release.

He called for Paula.

Victoria could remember her father's words.

Your grandmother has, what you can say, unusual sensual tastes.

Her plan to calm her dirty thoughts failed tenfold.