by Kyle Autumn
Like that clears it all up.
I roll my eyes, pretending I’m not affected by her newfound spunk. “Lady, I don’t know what your plan is. But my plan is to find out why you’re really fucking trying to get into my backyard.”
“And I’ve already told you!” she shouts, exasperated. Her head rolls around on her shoulders before she looks right at me again. “So we can skip this nonsense and get right to the good part.”
Though part of me hopes this “good part” has something to do with her pussy wrapped around my dick, I try to keep my head—rather, both of my heads—clear. This is not the time or the place for that, no matter how fucking irresistible she can be.
When she winces, my first reaction is to tend to her. Ask her what’s wrong. And how I can fix it. Find out what she needs from me. But one small crack in my armor would shatter what little control I have left. I can’t show her any mercy or act like I care, even though I’m starting to believe her innocent story. I might have given this poor woman a concussion for no good reason at all.
“The back of my head really hurts,” she tells me, squinting through the pain. “Can you make sure I’m not bleeding or anything?”
I can’t tell if this is a trick, but I already checked her head when I realized who she was. No blood, but she’ll likely have a small knot where I hit her.
Fucking hell, I hit this woman. In the head. Forget starting to believe her. I’m starting to believe I’ve gone insane. But I have to do everything I have to in order to keep myself safe.
“You’re not,” I respond quietly. I shake my head in a tight movement. “I checked after I…” The last thing I can imagine rolling off my tongue right now is “after I tied you up,” but I almost said that. Because it really happened.
“Bound me to this chair?” That eyebrow rises again.
My own nostrils flare in frustration—of the sexual nature—when I’m forced to nod.
She huffs out a deep breath. “Okay, well, I wasn’t breaking into your backyard. I can’t lie and say I wasn’t curious about why it was locked up like that, but it’s none of my business.” Her fists flex like she’s hoping she can break through the zip ties if she tries enough times. “So I’d really like to go now. I can easily forget all about this,” she says, looking around the room, “if you’d let me go back to my life now.”
Her point hits me in the chest. I’ve basically kidnapped my neighbor, and she knows who I am. This is a felony, and I can yet again go to jail for something I’ve done. As quick as a whip, my old life comes crashing into my new one, and I grind my jaw, the anger getting the best of me.
“Fuck!” I shout before tearing at my hair. “I thought you were a guy when I saw you at my gate. I didn’t mean… Goddammit.”
We’re in a fucked-up situation right now. I can’t just let her walk out of here—not when she could go to the police. But it’s not like I can keep her here forever.
When she smiles up at me, though, that slice through my heart hopes I somehow can keep her here forever.
7
Ali
“Why are you smiling?” he asks, staring straight at me. “This is beyond fucked up.”
I scoff at him. “You’re telling me. I thought I was kidnapped for sex.”
His eyes go wide as he draws his head back in total disbelief. “Come again?”
“Exactly,” I reply, my eyes matching his. “That’s what we’re supposed to be doing right now.”
Slowly, he blinks. And then he blinks again. And again and again until it finally hits him—the meaning of our words. His eyebrows pinch together as he pins with me his gaze. “What?” is all he manages to spit out.
So I clear my throat and start from the beginning. “The other night—at least, I think it was the other night at this point—I was talking to my best friend about sexual fantasies. She asked me what mine was, and I told her that it’s to be kidnapped for sex. So I thought that’s what this was.” I make fists with my hands. “But these are really tight, and my head really hurts. So, apparently—”
“Wait a minute,” he interrupts, crossing his arms over his big, muscular chest. Man, I love when he does that. “Let me get this straight. You seriously thought I kidnapped you to fuck you?”
“Not exactly,” I say in a drawn-out manner. “My first thoughts were a little more sinister, but then I remembered what I told my friend. I figured she put this whole thing together to surprise me.”
He takes a step back like he can’t believe what I’m saying. “Really? Girls surprise their friends with their deepest, darkest sexual fantasies?”
I give him a raised eyebrow. “Who said it was my deepest and darkest?”
His tongue sneaks out to wet his lips. It’s probably the sexiest thing I’ve seen him do. Not that I’ve seen him do a lot of things at all, but I can only imagine what that tongue can do when put to good use. And the thought of it combined with half of my fantasy having come to life has sparks flying between my legs, so I squirm a little in the chair to find some friction.
His gaze falls to where I’m squirming, which only makes matters worse. When he looks at my eyes again, something’s changed. Maybe we’re on the same page now, because the heat in his eyes blazes through me with fierce intensity. I could very well be on my way to fulfilling this twisted version of my fantasy with the sexiest man I’ve ever met.
God bless Jane and her warped ways. I’ll have to send her a thank-you note. And a few people who’d be into having sex with her while some of them watch. Gotta return this favor.
“Is this just a tactic to get me to untie you?” he asks as he steps toward me.
Vehemently, I shake my head. With two fingers together even though I can’t raise my arm, I swear, “Scout’s honor.” But then I think it through. He’d know that if… “Didn’t you get all the details from her when she contacted you?”
“Open your mouth,” he says instead of answering me. His voice is gruff and deep, raspy and sexy. A growl.
If he’s going to let me go once we do this, I’m gonna open my mouth. So I do.
For a split second, he looks surprised. But the flash of emotion vanishes as fast as it showed up and he starts to undo his belt. I don’t remember telling Jane that I wanted to be kidnapped to give a blowjob, but whatever floats this guy’s boat. And gets me outta here.
Except, once he’s unzipped his jeans and taken his cock out, my mouth betrays me and waters like I’m looking at the most delicious meal. Without meaning to, I lick my lips and pull my bottom lip into my mouth. Because this is really happening, my heart starts pounding and my whole body goes white hot in this cold, dimly lit room.
With his palm on his cock, he starts walking toward me. “You wanna suck this?”
On its own volition, my head bobs up and down. “Mmhm,” I hum automatically.
“Do you expect to be released if you do?” he asks in that same raspy, growly tone.
Again on its own, my head shakes from side to side. Nope. I volunteer as tribute to suck this man’s cock until the cows come home. It’s practically begging me, and the need in his eyes makes mine a thousand times more intense.
Fuck no. Keep me down here as your blowjob slave for all I care. Feed me once in a while, but fuck me forever.
“That’s my girl,” he replies as he approaches me, his hand still wrapped around his cock. Once he reaches me, he strokes it a few times and lifts my chin with his free hand. “Look at me.”
I have to physically tear my gaze away from this man’s perfect penis. I’ve never seen once so amazing, and I’ve seen my fair share throughout the years. A life of nonattachment does that kind of thing to a woman.
When I’m finally looking at his eyes, he says, “No teeth. Use your teeth and you’ll have another reason why your head hurts.” His voice was more gentle than threatening, but the threat was there all the same.
I eagerly nod, ignoring the pain at the back of my skull. I’d agree to just about anything right now.
“Let me hear you say it.” He strokes my cheek with his thumb. “I need the words.”
“No teeth,” comes out of my mouth in a whispered breath as I stretch my head forward. “I promise.”
That’s all he needed to hear. The next second, he pushes the head of his cock between my lips, and as his hands go to the sides of my face to guide himself inside my mouth, the rest of the world falls away.
It always seems to go like that when I’m around this man, but this time, it’s in the best way possible.
8
Keaton
Fuck my life. Just fuck it all.
If this is how this woman’s mouth feels around me in a fucking hostage-type situation, I can only imagine what she feels like when she volunteers to suck my cock. Though I have to say she seemed a little too eager to do this, which threw my guard up. But fuck it. When a woman says yes to sucking your dick, you don’t turn her down. Especially when it’s been as long as it has for me.
As long as she doesn’t bite it off, we’ll be fine. But I think my warning was enough to remind her that this isn’t a game. Not one where she can bite down and expect to get away, anyway.
God, it feels so fucking good. Her warm, wet mouth. Her slippery tongue sliding over the head of my dick. She’s clearly done this before, and a part of me flares with jealousy. No one else should know what it feels like to have their dick in this woman’s mouth. She’s too exquisite to share. She should be mine. In another life, she could be. For now, I’ll take what I can get.
And what I can get is a hell of a blowjob.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I hold her head in place and thrust into her mouth. Over and over, I push myself inside, and soon, my balls start to tingle, alerting me to the end of this. The last thing I want is for this to stop, so I do everything I can to fight it. This could last forever and I’d die a happy man. I want to be surrounded by her slick, hot mouth for the rest of my life, and I fuck her face like it’s the last thing I’m ever going to do.
In. Out. In. Out.
My pace quickens with each thrust. My grip on her cheeks and her chin gets tighter every time I slam in and pull back out. Her lips will be bruised when this is over, and at this point, she may throw up all over me from how deep I’m going down her throat. But she doesn’t seem to be negatively affected by how far I’m sliding down, so I keep going at a punishing speed and bruising depth. If she can take it, I want to keep doing it. So I do.
Before I can’t take it anymore, I open my eyes and find deep, hot lust and pure sexual desire laced in her gaze. I brush some of her hair off her face to see her more clearly. She’s staring up at me like I’m her wildest dreams come true, and even though I’m not, I almost start to believe it. Which brings this sexual act to a spectacular and nearly heart-stopping close.
I come hard. Down her throat and all in her mouth. All while grunting her name. “Alex!”
She clamps her lips as I try to pull out from between her pouty lips, like she doesn’t ever want me to leave. And I don’t, but I can’t risk any funny business. She’s a captive at this point, and she may do anything she needs to in order to get out. When I finally make my exit, the loss is palpable in the air.
She swallows like the fantasy-come-to-life she is and even licks the rest off her lips, a smile curving her perfect mouth. All I want to do right now is return the favor she just gave me.
But I need a moment. That was intense as fuck, and with my heart pounding in my chest, I have to take a second to recuperate.
“God, you taste good,” comes off her lips with reverent praise.
At those words, I nearly climax again, so I put my hands on the back of her chair to steady myself and laugh a little. This whole thing is insane, but we’re both finding sick pleasure out of it. That has to count for something, and the humor of it isn’t lost on me.
“I’m glad you think so.” My words come out gravelly. I almost can’t recognize my voice, with its joking quality and light tone. I haven’t felt like this in a long-ass time, and the humor of that isn’t lost on me, either.
“I can’t wait to do that again.” Her whispered words hit the top of my head.
I look at her from my bent-over position. She’s sexy as hell, and I can’t wait for her to do that again, either. But it’s not the time for that.
“My question now,” I tell her just inches from her face, “is if you taste just as good.”
Her lips part as she sucks in a surprised breath. Her eyes go wide with lust and curiosity. And before she can answer me or say anything back, I fall to my knees and pull her black sweatpants down to her tied-up ankles.
Apparently, she wears sexy underwear when she goes for her runs. That’s good to know. If she’s still my neighbor after this, I’ll always know what she has beneath her sweatpants when I see her jogging around the streets. That knowledge is priceless.
With both hands, I pull her lacy panties down inch by inch. The slow, agonizing pace makes her throw her head back, hopefully in desire. When she brings her face forward again, her eyes blaze through the darkness, the lust shining from them nearly overwhelming.
She wants me to do this. And I want to do it to her even more.
In one fluid motion, I lean forward, spread her legs, and part the lips between them. Her wetness glistens in the dim light, and I’m eager to taste it. So I do and her flavor explodes on my tongue.
Salty. Sweet. Tangy.
All mine. For now.
I almost can’t control myself. Between the aroma of her slickness and the taste of it on my tongue, I’m in heaven. I feast on her, licking and sucking, not knowing what she likes or how she likes it but going for it anyway. I haven’t this done in a long time either, but it’s practically like riding a bike. Proper technique and skill come back with familiarity.
She certainly sounds like she’s enjoying it. The whines and moans, her low groans and high-pitched sighs—they all come together to make a chorus of passionate music to my ears. Until she breaks it with a panted-out question.
“What’s your name?” she asks between breaths.
Without thinking, I pause in my erotic teasing for only a moment to tell her, “Keaton.” It’s not until it’s out of my lips that I realize I shouldn’t have told her the truth, but part of me couldn’t care less. There’s no way in hell this woman won’t be a permanent part of my life after this. Accidental kidnapping or not.
She takes a few more rapid breaths when I continue licking her clit. As I suck on it like she sucked on me, she grips me tight with her legs and shouts my name at the top of her lungs.
Between licks, I say, “Scream as loud as you want, sweetheart. No one can hear us.”
Though I think that might frighten her, it only seems to heighten her arousal more. She yells louder and louder, mostly my name over and over again, until she’s screaming and shuddering through her orgasm.
“That’s my girl,” I praise in a low growl before one last lick up her slit. “That’s my girl.”
As she twitches and shivers on her way down from her climax, I bring her panties and her sweatpants back up her legs. She slowly lifts her butt to allow them all the way up. The satisfied smile on her lips tells me all I need to know.
She loved that. And she likes being called my girl.
At some point, though, we’re going to have to get to the bottom of this. So I can’t help but wonder how long that’s going to last.
9
Ali
Well, shit. We haven’t even had the sex I normally fantasize about when this kidnap scenario plays out in my head, but this is already well above and beyond my wildest expectations. The way his beard scratched my legs was erotic as fuck, and the intensity of it all is only heightened from being tied up and bound, unable to move. I had to totally and completely surrender myself to what he was going to do to me, and that was so fucking hot.
I’m barely back to life and breathing normally when he rises to his feet and announces, “I know we both just ate, but I c
ould use some real food. I’ll go make us something to eat.”
After two of the most incredible sexual acts of my life, you bet I’m starving, so I nod. But without any clue for what time it is, I’m not sure if I should be hungry or not. Then I realize I have no idea how long I was out.
He starts to walk away, but I stop him with my words.
“Wait. How long was I unconscious? What time is it?”
Facing me again, he looks at his watch. “It’s eleven a.m. You were out for a while there, but I was monitoring you to make sure you were okay.”
Oh my god. That’s a long time. Not at all what I was expecting. And I really need to get rid of my burner phone today. Like, really need to ditch it. I was already pushing the time limit on keeping a single phone. Today’s the absolute last day I should have it.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. More loudly, I ask, “Can we wrap this up now? Can you untie me? I have important stuff to do today, like work. Think we can be done now? Consider this fantasy fulfilled. Thanks.” I give him my best that-was-excellent-but-I-have-to-go-now smile, bared teeth and all.
But it doesn’t work. After a few moments of silence, he shakes his head. “No. I don’t think I’m done with you yet.”
A million thoughts go through my head. What else does he want to do with me? Can he actually fuck me while I’m tied to this chair? How would that work? Speaking of work, what the hell? I have clients who want their graphics, and I promised to send them today. Jane should have been more specific with this nonsense. Or maybe I should have been more specific with her about what I really wanted.
Then one more alarming question slices through me. “Hey. How did you know my name?”
He squints at me. “Huh?”
“You called me Alex. Why? And how’d you know?”
He takes a second before answering me. “When did I ever say your name?”