ABDUCTION
erotica with D/s elements
by
Vixen Bright and Zachary Zane
Part 3
Days turned into weeks and before
I knew it nearly two months had passed.
As the weather warmed, we had our lunches outside and we’d talked as we
worked. Somehow, I managed to be
productive even with the interruptions.
He asked me out for an official date only once. I declined, stammering I had a boyfriend.
His features tightened as if a
storm cloud had consumed him. “Don’t
lie, Gia. I don’t know why you’re
refusing to go out with me, but it isn’t because you have a boyfriend. I suspect it’s more because you’re
afraid. Someone hurt you quite badly
once upon a time, but it’s over and it’s way past time you let it go. When you’re ready, let me know.”
He dropped his hammer into his
tool belt, grabbed my arm before I could flee the room in embarrassment and
yanked me against his hard chest. I
inhaled the masculine scent of him, the coffee on his breath, the fading musk
of aftershave. “In the meantime, take
this into consideration, girl.”
His mouth crushed mine with an
insistent fervor. There was no asking in
his kiss, no hesitation, not even a semblance of waiting for consent. He took every ounce of resistance from me and
claimed it. His tongue met and ravished
mine, his hands tore over my body, sampling it as if he had every right, and
Lord help me, I responded. I opened up
to him like a flower’s first taste of sun.
My hands were just as wanton, skimming his muscles, thirsting after his
sex. Somehow, my jacket had fallen, my
blouse became unbuttoned and fingers squeezed and massaged my breast while his
free hand had slipped into my pants, finding the hot button and tormenting
it. He could have thrown me on the floor
and had me without an ounce of opposition.
I couldn’t stop moaning, couldn’t stop reacting. It was as if I were a puppet and he the
master. I spread my legs for him, my mouth,
my heart. I held nothing back.
Abruptly, he tore away, panting,
but fully in control. I stumbled backward. He studied me long and hard, his eyes burning
like my body. Without another word, he
returned to work. I looked down at my
disheveled appearance and with trembling fingers put myself back together
before snapping up my purse and leaving.
I called out sick the next
several days, hoping he wouldn’t be there when I returned. Yet, aching with the thought I might never
see him again. He was there, and acted
as if nothing had happened. I followed
suit. We went back to our lunches after
a time, but that episode reminded me of how easily I could be seduced and
discarded. Still, I found myself
catering to him, bringing him his coffee just the way he liked it, even
occasionally packaging up meals for him to take home.
I noticed the work was winding
down, and that soon I would no longer see him.
I knew him to be a man of his word and that if I wanted a relationship
I’d be the one who’d have to ask.
Finally, I summoned my courage, but not until after he left for the
day. I saw him in the courtyard, walking
toward the parking lot. Before I could
change my mind, I grabbed my purse, rushed down the open stairs and out the
door. He was already in his car and
pulling out of the lot by the time I got there.
I fumbled with my keys, but soon had the car started and followed his
car several vehicles behind. I found it
impossible to catch up to him, but I let out a long breath of relief when he
pulled into a restaurant parking lot.
Having caught the light, I was a full five minutes behind him when I
entered the establishment.
It was part bar, part eatery, and
had a medieval theme to it. I told the
hostess I was looking for someone and describe Chase. She immediately knew him and said he was with
the party who rented the back room once a month. She escorted me there and I peeked over the
cafe doors. I spotted him
immediately. I also spotted a woman
kneeling at his feet. I couldn’t decide
what shocked me more: her kneeling there or that I wanted to be the one who
knelt. He said something to her and she
stood. An instant later, she flung
herself into his arms, kissing him wildly.
It hit me that I wanted too
long. He had a girlfriend. I closed my eyes against the hot, stinging
tears. When I opened them again, he was
walking toward me. He had seen. I hadn’t been this mortified since the
kiss. I spun away and dashed through the
restaurant. He caught up to me in the
parking lot. “Gia!” she commanded. “Stop running.”
“I… I… wasn’t following you,” I
lied, facing him. “I was going to have a
bite and…”
“Stop it! No more running and no more lies. I saw you following me.”
I faced him. “I wanted to ask you something.”
“Then ask.”
I thought of the woman, of the
way she kissed him. I thought of the way
I kissed him with as much abandon as she.
“It’s not important.”
“You follow me all the way here
and it’s not important?”
I shook my head.
His gaze took me in and I
couldn’t read his expression. “Did he
hurt you that badly?”
I didn’t respond.
Chase muttered a curse. “That’s it.
I give up, girl. I totally give
up.”
With that he turned and took
measured, perfect steps back to the restaurant and that strange woman.
He worked at the convent for two
more days. Although I still brought him
lunch, we no longer spoke. He didn’t
even tell me when he had finished for good.
My boss, Mother Agatha told me, revealing that except for the
window-seat, which he did under cost, the rest he did free of charge. He had confided in her that he thought he
found the woman he had searched a lifetime for, someone who was compatible with
his mindset, his way of life, someone he could love unconditionally. He had thought if he gave that girl time, she
would open up and respond to him.
Mother Agatha had been quite
happy to give him the opportunity.
Knowing my history, she felt that he would be good for me. Only now did I realize that I had fallen in
love with Chase, and it was too late.
Just a day later I was here, probably at the hands of a madman, and I
didn’t even know where here was! Just
who thought he had the right to abduct me and tie me up? Thoughts of rapists and murderers clamored
for attention. My heart pulsated at an
intolerable rate. My flesh trembled and
hot, brewing tears erupted. Yet, that
fear was tame in comparison to fresh terror I felt as someone blew softly on my
neck. His breath was warm, caressing,
intoxicating. One should not feel
intoxicated by a stranger. My body,
though, had considerations of its own.
When strong fingers slid over the length of my back and buttock, I
couldn’t stop a moan anymore than the hot, liquid flow from nether lips. You see, the terror wasn’t just of the man;
it was of my own reactions, hot, torrid and nearly untamable. How could I respond like this? What was wrong
with me? I just lost the man I loved,
truly loved and yet I couldn’t stop reacting to a stranger!
A
masculine chuckle suggested my abductor knew just how he affected me, and that
he was rather pleased by it. I wanted to
tell him to stop, to leave me alone, but then he came up from behind, his hands
cupping my breasts, massaging for long minutes, and then pinching my nipples
until they grew taut and achy between his fingers. Embarrassment flooded my body, and I felt the
flush spread over my skin with the same lazy fluidity as his roaming
hands.
The air stirred as he moved around
to the front of me, and my flush grew in intensity. How could it not? I was totally vulnerable and helpless before
him, spread out like a buffet to be sampled and consumed. I told myself to scream, to object, to simply
say no, or stop. I could say nothing,
could feel nothing but the persistent tide of sensation. He no longer touched me, but I still felt his
presence, very close. Then I heard the
clear chime of ice against glass.
Before
I could contemplate the significance of that sound, he ran an ice cube over my
lips, slowly. Tiny drops slipped over my
chin, trailing down my neck and between my breasts. I couldn’t help but wrap my lips around that cube
and suck on the refreshing cold even as I thought of sucking something else,
something far from cold, something very hot and hard.
He allowed my play for a moment,
then the cube moved over my flesh, chilling my throat and my shoulder, then
down my breasts lower and lower until it swirled around those already
protruding buds. It blended a mixture of
infinitesimal pain with such erotic stimulation; I could barely feel the
cold. Instead, I burned. My nether lips pulsated with a gasping
need. More liquid heat poured from
me. I felt myself gaping open, and had
to resist the urge to beg him for things that a properly brought up lady never
even considered. As if in
acknowledgement of the blazing inferno trapped within my sex, he placed a
second ice cube at the opening. I jerked
in reaction, and almost protested at the startling, frigid chill, but then his
lips covered mine and attention scurried to the taste of masculine lips and a
probing tongue.
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