by Vivian Ward
My cock gets hard just thinking about her in that leather suit. It clung to every curve of her body and showed off her hardened nipples as I picked her up and put her on my desk.
Reaching under the covers, I take my cock into my hand and slowly begin stroking it. I replay our kiss and how our tongues danced in each other’s mouths, the way her body was pressed against mine, and how I sucked on her aching nipples. Her back arched so perfectly as I paid attention to each of her breasts.
Stroking myself faster, I reimagine peeling her clothes off and spreading her legs on my desk. Her pussy is so perfect and pink. She was freshly shaved, like she’d planned on it—or at least that’s what I tell myself, even if it is a lie—and was so wet. I was able to glide my fingers right inside her and play with her wetness until she was ready to take more.
A heavy throbbing sensation pulses through my dick as I continue stroking it as I think about how it felt the first time I entered her. Clenching my fist, I tighten my grip around the head of my cock and slide it all the way down to the base as I mimic how tight she felt. The pressure continues to build with each maneuver of my hand. Closing my eyes, I picture her that night; her hair dangling as she tipped her head back and the moans that escaped her throat with each thrust I delivered. I imagine her pussy clutching my cock as we drove each other closer to orgasm.
Increasing both pressure and speed, I begin to drive myself closer to coming as I envision what it would be like to wrap my hand around her throat and watch her struggle for air as I choked her into unconsciousness. With each gurgling noise she makes, the pressure continues to build until her body goes limp. It’s not until I have complete control of her limp body that thick ropes of come shoot out and cover my hand.
With my release over, I begin coming down from my euphoric high and my only regret is that it didn’t actually happen—but it will.
She will surrender to me. Ally will give me everything I want and, in return, I will give her everything she needs, whether she realizes it or not. Sometimes we don’t always know what we need until we have it; just like I had no clue how bad I needed her until she became part of my life.
And I will never let her go.
Chapter 5
Ally
My pounding head causes me to wince in pain as the bright morning sun cascades through the curtains.
Shielding my eyes with my hands, my foggy brain prevents me from thinking too hard. I doubt that I could if I wanted to anyway because I’ve got a hangover from hell.
Either I had too much to drink last night or I was having nightmares because I could almost swear that Colton was in my apartment, standing over me as I slept on the couch. I laugh at the thought of him in my apartment.
“Geez, Ally, get a grip on yourself,” I groan. “You’re so pathetic.”
The silence in the room is driving me insane so I reach out for the coffee table in an attempt to grab the remote control, but the table isn’t there. For the first time since waking up, I dare to open my eyes but squint as little as possible to keep out the sunlight.
Nothing looks the same at all. Opening my eyes all the way, I blink a few times to help decrease the blurriness of my vision and I am horrified at what I see.
This is not my living room. This is not my house! I don’t recognize anything! My heart begins racing as fast as my mind as I try to make sense of how I fell asleep on my couch and could wake up in a completely different place. Panic sets in as I realize that I’m not sure where I am.
Sitting up in bed, I take in the scenery. A black leather headboard supports the mountain of pillows that I’ve spent the night sleeping on. The luxurious sheets are made of Merino wool, no doubt, and have an intricate silk design woven into them that resembles a floral pattern. This must be the most expensive bedding I’ve ever slept on in my entire life. It’s no wonder that I slept so well and had trouble waking.
The room itself is humungous. Expensive white crown molding, shaped to mimic bouquets of flowers with beautiful vines and leaves, lines the top of every wall in the room, complimenting the wainscot and paneled walls. The design of the room is somewhat dated, perhaps to a Victorian era, but the modern furniture and accents gives the room a warm, welcoming feel.
I jump out of bed and race over to the window. A gorgeous in-ground swimming pool with sparkling blue water is surrounded by white concrete featuring expensive patio furniture. Lush green grass is carefully maintained as far as the eye can see.
Being in such an elaborate, pleasant room with well-maintained grounds should comfort me but they don’t. If anything, it causes more confusion and makes me worry even more. It could only mean one thing, and that one thing is the scariest thing that I could imagine.
Looking back at the bed, I see the blanket from my couch and that’s when everything begins comes together. It wasn’t a dream or my imagination, Colton really was in my apartment. He was standing over me as I slept, watching me; which is unsettling considering the things he’s told me that he likes to do to unconscious girls. Shivers run down my spine as I think about the kind of danger I could have been in—that I was in. He could’ve done anything to me that he wanted.
Barreling toward the door, I turn the knob and begin to pull on it but it doesn’t budge. It feels like it’s stuck, but I’m not sure what could prevent it from opening. Banging on the door, I begin yelling his name.
“Colton! Colton, let me out!”
A few moments later, I hear footsteps walking toward the door.
“Stop pounding on the door, Ally. It won’t do you any good,” he says. His voice is so calm that it’s almost eery.
“Let me out, Colton! You can’t keep me here like this.”
“You missed breakfast, but there’s a tray sitting on the stand beside your bed and your room has a private bath. You should eat and take a shower.”
“Colton, this isn’t funny,” I bang on the door. “Let me out. I want to go home.”
“You are home, Ally,” he replies, and then I hear his footsteps again, but this time they grow quieter as he walks away.
“Colton, you asshole!” I bang on the door. “Let me out!”
He’s gone, and I know he’s not coming back. I turn and rest my back against the door, taking in a deep breath and look around the room. He wasn’t lying when he said there was a tray of food next to the bed.
Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t care what was on the tray, but my queasy stomach reminds me that I probably need to eat. I need something in my stomach to soak up all of the alcohol that I had last night, but I vow to not touch anything that he’s given me.
I spend the better part of the afternoon waiting for him to come back but he doesn’t. I’m left alone with nothing to do and it’s driving me crazy. There is no radio, no books, no magazines, and nothing to do but stare out the window. The next several hours are torture as I hope for someone to turn up the drive so I can bang on the window to signal for help. My stomach continues to grumble as I watch the crystal blue water laze around the pool.
Eventually, my angry stomach gets the best of me and I cave in to the food that’s been in waiting for me all day. I might as well eat, there’s nothing else to do and there’s no sense in starving myself. Walking over to it, I lift the lid to see what’s on the tray.
There’s a turkey sandwich on an Italian roll with a side of lettuce and tomatoes, a packet of mayo, a bag of chips and a cup of ice water. My stomach grumbles as I stare at the food. It might not be exactly what I want, but I know that I need to eat.
After assembling my sandwich, I feel like I could starve to death if I don’t eat fast enough and tear into my lunch. As I eat, I wonder how long he plans to keep me here. He must be pissed that I ditched him at dinner last night. That has to be what this is about. Almost finished with my food, the rumbling in my stomach begins to subside as I stare out the window. The bright blue swimming pools reflects the hot afternoon sun, bouncing its bright rays off the water; probably the reason why I had to squi
nt my eyes when I first woke up, before I realized I’d been taken from my apartment.
Thinking about his words, he told me that I should shower but what will I put on? Wondering if he brought clothes from my apartment, I walk over to the closet and open the door. It’s filled with various clothes that are in my size but none of them look familiar. I pick a yellow sleeveless tee off the hanger and notice there’s a $149 price tag hanging from the bottom of the shirt. As much as the tee costs, that’s not even the shocking part. Every article of clothing has brand new price tags.
He must’ve bought these for me. It’s the only thing that makes sense. How else would he have a closet full of brand new clothes all in my size? Goosebumps erupt all over my skin as my scalp tingles when I realize that he’s been planning this all along.
If I thought he was fucked up before, this brings it to a whole new level. Not only is he a sadist, but he’s also a kidnapper. My pulse races as I try to figure a way out of here. What will he do if he catches me trying to leave?
I can’t think about that right now. Instead, I focus my attention to finding any way possible exit that’s available to me. I check the private bath that’s off of my room but there is only one door—the one that leads to my bedroom. The only viable option that I have is the bedroom window, but there is nothing for me to hold onto or climb onto if I were to leave. It’s a straight drop and from the looks of things, I can’t tell if I’m on the second or third floor. Jumping might mean suicide.
Falling back onto the bed, I curl into a ball, grab the blanket that he brought from my couch—the only familiar thing I have—and wrap it around me as I begin to cry. Judging by the extensive wardrobe in my closet, I don’t think I’ll be here for just the weekend. I think he plans on keeping me.
As daylight turns to dusk, I try to think of ways that I could escape. There’s no phone or way to call for help. Maybe I could tie my bedsheets together and rappel down the wall, or perhaps I could try to run past him when he opens the door.
Right, that’ll never go over very well. First, there’s the fact that he’s crazy as hell and is a kidnapper. Then there’s the fact that he towers over me, and he’s much stronger than I am. I remember how easily he hoisted me up onto his desk when we had sex in his office. My weight was equivalent to a sheet of paper when I was in his arms. He picked me up so easily, so effortlessly. His muscles barely bulged as he lifted my 140-pound frame onto his desk.
I’d imagine worked by himself to take me out of my apartment so that he could bring me to his mansion. He might be sadistic, but he’s not crazy. Surely, he wouldn’t tell anyone that he was kidnapping me.
Through teary eyes, I watch the sun fall behind the horizon as indigo hues trickle down, licking the fading pink and orange streaks in the sky. Stars are just beginning to appear when my puffy eyelids can no longer hold themselves open and I feel myself nodding off. Maybe the next time I wake up, I’ll realize that this has all been just a dream but something deep in my gut tells me that this is only the beginning of my nightmare.
Chapter 6
Colton
I’m surprised that Ally hasn’t tried to escape. For the better part of the day, I’ve watched her on a closed circuit television from my private office downstairs. I know she must’ve been starving, but she refused to eat until late in the afternoon.
I’ve never seen a girl as stubborn as her, but it won’t last long. She’ll break—for me—and then I’ll put her back together.
Taking her took a lot of planning on my end even though I’d hoped that I wouldn’t have to, but like any good business man, I always have a backup plan. My hopes were that she would meet me at the restaurant and we could have a civilized conversation—or at least, I could persuade her in to giving us a try. Contract or not, I didn’t care. All I want is her, and I’ll have her any way I can get her.
Stealing into her apartment in the middle of the night, carrying her in and out of buildings, and giving Linda the weekend off was nothing that I wanted to do. Keeping her here against her wishes will prove to be a bigger challenge than I’d like to admit, but it’s necessary. It also means that the two of us will have to resort to eating my cooking because come Monday morning, I’m going to give Linda a month-long vacation.
She’ll become suspicious if I continue sending her away each day, so I’ve booked her a roundtrip ticket to my vacation home in Italy. Linda has seen pictures of it hanging in the living room and talked about how much she’d love to visit Italy. I’ve even set up a personal tour guide to show her all of the popular sites and attractions. Antonio was the very first person to show me around The Eternal City, and I know that she’ll be in good hands with him. He’s the best tour guide anyone could ask for and she’ll be so busy with her vacation that she won’t think twice about work.
After I made arrangements for my housekeeper, I retrieved her laptop from her apartment and began preparing it for her. She’ll need a way to work remotely until I believe she’ll come back on her own, and I don’t trust her not to tell people where she’s at or what’s going on. To prevent her from doing such a thing, I’ve installed a key logger and have limited her abilities. It’s something similar to parental controls, except I can see everything she does from a hidden app that I’ve installed. It not only limits her access and tracks what she does, but I can also view everything she’s doing in real time.
While I was there, I also grabbed some of her personal items, including the dress and shoes that she was supposed to wear on our dinner date. She will repay me for that. No one stands me up and embarrasses me the way she did, and I won’t forget it. I won’t let her forget either.
I made most of these preparations today as I watched Ally fume while she stared out the window for the better part of the afternoon. She never bathed as I instructed her and practically scarfed down her tray of food before she fell asleep on the bed. If I’m going to have to discipline her, I’d rather it be for much naughtier things than not eating or bathing. I won’t tolerate such childish behavior, but if she insists, I can deal with it. She just won’t like the consequences.
The lingering light of the salmon colored sunset is obliterated and replaced with a navy blue hue. Glittering stars quickly become permanent fixtures in the murky sky as the house darkens with each passing hour. It’s not until my stomach begins to growl that I realize it’s been more than eight hours since my last meal. Glancing at the monitor, I watch Ally stir in her sleep. She should be getting hungry soon, if she isn’t already.
In the kitchen, I reheat the leftovers from the fridge. Linda likes to cook and often makes meals that are much too large. She claims that a man of my size needs to eat, but I prefer to stay lean. I eat enough protein to fuel my workouts and like to keep carbs to a minimum, especially on days that I don’t lift. Installing a complete gym in my basement is the best thing I’ve ever done for myself. I like to put in a couple of hours per day when I’m not at work or the club. It keeps me busy and helps clear my mind.
I prepare both of our plates of lasagna and put them on a cart before riding the elevator to the upstairs bedrooms. Tonight, I intend to eat dinner with Ally and hope that we can talk. I’m sure she’s pissed at me—any person in their right mind would be—but I want her to understand that when you want someone as bad as I want her, it’s something that you don’t let go.
When I get to her bedroom door, I listen carefully to see if she’s awake before entering. With no sound coming from the other side, I quietly unlock the door and push the cart into her room.
Watching her sleep, I can tell she’ll wake up any minute. Her eyes flutter rapidly beneath the lids and her breathing is very shallow. She seems to be having a nightmare, so I reach out to stroke her arm to provide her some comfort.
“Ally,” I say softly, “wake up. You’re having a bad dream.” My words rile her sleep as she wiggles away from me. “Ally,” I say, my voice louder. “Ally, wake up. It’s just a dream.”
Her eyes snap open as she inhales
a deep breath. She realizes that she’s still here and that I’m inside her room. In an ill attempt, she flees for the door, but I catch her before she can make it out of the room.
“Ally,” I say, wrapping her in a bear hug.
“Let me go!” She demands, fighting me off of her. “You fucking creep!” Kicking me, she continues to struggle in my arms. Her feet flail about the marble floor, but she’s quickly going nowhere as her socks give her no traction.
“Ally, shhhh,” I hush her as I tighten my grip around her. “You’re not going anywhere. I won’t let you, not until we talk.”
After a few more failed attempts at an escape, her hair is wild and she’s out of breath. Her rosy cheeks and slumped shoulders give her away that she’s out of fight, so I relax my hold on her and guide her back over to the bed.
“What do you want with me?” she spits at me, anger spewing out of her mouth. “Why do you have me locked in a room like an animal?”
The hostility in her eyes should be enough for me to let her go, but I refuse. I know that we can be together if she’d just give it a chance.
“You’re far from being caged like an animal, Ally. Look around you,” I wave my arm. “You have a private bath, a comfortable bed, luxurious surroundings; I don’t think I can say that other captives are as lucky as you.”
Her eyes narrow as the scowl on her face deepens. “You’re fucked up, you know that? Nobody in their right mind just kidnaps women and drags them out of their home in the middle of the night.”
“Maybe you’re right, maybe you’re wrong,” I shrug. “But one thing that you need to realize is that you belong to me now and that’s all that really matters.”
“I don’t belong to you, Colton! I’m not one of your properties. There is no deed to me and you need to let me go.” She pauses for a minute as I begin uncovering the food. “How long do you plan on keeping me here?”