by Opal Carew
“Yes, Sir.”
The neediness in her voice drove his need even higher. He wrapped his hands around her waist and guided her up and down. His cock driving deep into her body.
“Oh, yes.” Her words, shaky and close to weeping sent heat coiling through him.
He wanted to see her come. To know he’d given her that pleasure.
“I want you, baby.” His cock kept thrusting into her. At his words, she tightened around him. Squeezing.
“Ah, fuck, yeah, baby.”
He drove deeper and she moaned. Her eyes, wide and shining, were glazed with desire. He cupped her bottom and shifted until she was under him. Her leg curled around his waist as he thrust deep, pinning her tight against the couch.
“I want you to come for me, Kalie.”
She nodded, her eyes alight with shimmering need.
He glided into her again and again. Deeper and harder. Her soft body welcoming each thrust.
“Oh, please.” She tightened her fingers around his shoulders. “I’m so close.”
He glided his hand between them and found her clit, then stroked it.
Her fingers dug into his flesh. “Oh, God.”
Then she threw her head back and moaned. Ecstasy swept across her features. Elation surged through him knowing he’d brought her to orgasm. He kept filling her, driving her pleasure higher and higher.
Suddenly, heat blazed through him, and his cock erupted inside her in a sweet release. She squeezed him inside, moaning even louder.
He continued to ride her, keeping her pleasure going on and on.
Finally, she dropped back against the couch, limp.
He smiled and leaned in to nuzzle her neck.
She giggled and wrapped her arms around him, then pulled him close to her.
He’d never felt as good as he felt in this woman’s arms. How could he ever have doubted they were in love?
“Well, now that the big, powerful business man has captured me… and my heart… how about I show him just how good a captive I can be?”
She started unbuttoning his shirt. After undoing only a few, her fingers glided beneath the fabric as if she couldn’t wait to touch him.
He loosened his tie and pulled it over his head, then made short order of the rest of the buttons. He shed his shirt and jacket in one swift movement, then pulled Kalie to him. Oh, God, the feel of her soft breasts against his naked flesh was an erotic delight. His wilted cock trembled to life.
He stood up, taking her with him, and dropped his pants to the floor. Her fingers dipped under the waistband of his boxers and she pushed them down… slowly… her gaze locked on his cock as she guided the garment to the floor. Kneeling in front of him, she wrapped her hand around his thick cock. When she took it in her mouth, he groaned at the exquisite pleasure.
Her tongue glided over his crown, then teased under the ridge.
“Oh, baby, that’s great.”
Her hand stroked his column, then she squeezed him in her mouth, to his groan.
She glided back to his very tip, then forward again. She pulsed back and forth, taking him deeper each time, until finally he was all the way down her throat, her face against his groin.
He swept her long hair over her shoulder and watched her. She glided again, his thick shaft sliding into her mouth.
When her fingers found his balls and she cradled them in her palm, his insides trembled with need. She stroked and sucked and caressed until his breathing was erratic.
“Fuck, baby. Come here.”
He pulled her to her feet and captured her mouth, his tongue stroking deep inside.
“I need you so bad,” her murmured against her lips.
“I’m yours. Always.”
Her breathy words coiled deep into his heart… and filled it with joy.
He swept her up in his arms and carried her to her bedroom. He laid her on the bed, then prowled over her.
“Yes, please take me to heaven again,” she begged as she wrapped her hand around his cock.
“I will, baby. But first this.” He pressed her thighs wide and licked the length of her slick slit.
Her soft moan rippled through him, driving his need higher.
He licked again, then burrowed into her wetness, thrusting his tongue inside her.
“Oh, yes!” Her fingers tangled in his hair.
He stroked her wet flesh with his fingers, then opened the nest of folds to expose her tiny button. When he licked that, she gasped. He smiled broadly.
Then he glided two fingers deep into her while he pressed his tongue to her clit. He pumped into her while he suckled her bud.
“Oh, God.” She squeezed his head tighter to her. “Yes yes yes.”
He pumped and sucked faster, driving her pleasure higher and higher until she moaned her release.
He smiled against her slick flesh, and kissed up her body until he could press his aching cock against her wetness.
Then he drove deep.
She gasped, her arms wrapping tight around him. He thrust into her slick warmth, heat coiling in his groin. He pumped deep and hard, so close to ecstasy he could taste it.
Then it happened. He exploded inside her in a shattering release, his whole body shuddering in pure ecstasy.
She clung to him and held him close.
A poignant need filled him. To stay joined with her like this forever. Because this was the only place he ever wanted to be.
And he knew even when they weren’t joined physically, from now on they would always be together, because they shared a deep emotional bond. And neither of them would ever deny it again.
Because he loved her. And she loved him.
Opal Carew
Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to life...
This standalone story continues the Red Hot Fantasies series, following Mr. King (from The Office Slave series) as he and another of his associates bring to life Kalie’s sexual fantasy of being kidnapped by two strong, powerful men.
Kalie felt a bit nervous as she walked down the dark street toward her house. Was that the sound of footsteps behind her? She’d been a wreck ever since yesterday, because she knew she was going to be kidnapped any minute now.
Which was exciting. And nerve-racking. And wildly erotic.
Because it was a fantasy set up by her best friend, Becca.
At the bridal shower for their friend Celia, Becca and two other friends had discussed their sexual fantasies. Becca had been hot for the male stripper at the party and after Kalie and the others had encouraged her to do something about it, Becca had embraced the idea and wound up in a sexy threesome with two hot male strippers, and now dated one of them.
Since then, Becca had arranged to bring each of their sexual fantasies to life as well.
Kalie’s was to be kidnapped by two sexy men and overpowered.
A shiver raced up her spine as she glanced over her shoulder. She didn’t know when it would happen, but Becca had said it would be sometime soon.
Becca had given her a safe word to use in case things got too intense, or if she just changed her mind.
She reached her front door and opened it. Once safely inside, she sighed.
So it wasn’t happening tonight.
“I still haven’t been kidnapped,” Kalie complained to Becca when she called the next day.
She couldn’t believe how much she wanted this. She was the youngest of four sisters and was very reserved. She sometimes felt she got lost in the crowd. Becca and her other friends—Sylvia, Jan and Celia—had helped bring her out of her shell. And that conversation at the shower had opened her to the idea of really embracing her sexual desires.
And this fantasy... the thought of being kidnapped and overpowered by two men... of being the full focus of their attention and desires, turned her on immensely. And the idea of being forced into submission... of being that vulnerable… Of having no control…
She trembled at the thought.
She also knew it only worked for her
because she could trust the two men that Becca would hand pick. Becca would ensure Kalie was safe. Thus, she could totally let go and allow herself to give in to her deepest desire.
“Well, hey, if you knew when it was going to happen,” Becca said, “then it wouldn’t have the same impact, right?”
“Yeah, I get it. I want the whole experience.”
Becca could get away with stretching out the timing of this arranged kidnapping because Kalie’s only work right now was helping Becca with her event planning business. That meant that if Kalie suddenly disappeared, she wouldn’t have a boss and coworkers wondering what happened to her.
“So the reason I called,” Becca said, “is because I need a little help at a bachelorette party tonight. It’s for a friend of mine from college so I’m attending, too, and I was just going to handle it myself, but it’s a bit more work than I thought.”
“Of course. What time?” Kalie was glad for the work, but at the same time disappointed because this meant another night would pass before she could start her fantasy.
Becca gave her the time and place.
“I suggest you wear that new black dress you bought last week. Even though you’re helping organize, I’d like you to blend in with the partiers.”
“Okay, sure.”
“And one more favor. I ordered a gift for her and it just arrived today. I’m running around trying to make sure everything’s set for tonight, so could you pick it up for me and bring it to the party. I arranged for the store to gift wrap it.”
“Sure. Whatever you need.”
“Thanks, hon. You’re a doll. And don’t worry. You’ll get your fantasy soon. I promise.”
Kalie stepped into the restaurant where Becca told her the bachelorette party was and glanced around. A tall redheaded woman wearing a black skirt and white shirt greeted her.
“Good evening. Do you have a reservation?”
“No, I’m actually here for a bachelorette party. My name’s Kalie Terron. I’m helping Becca, the organizer.”
“Oh, of course. Just wait here a minute and I’ll get someone to take you to the private room.”
A few seconds later, a smiling man in a suit approached her. He was very good-looking. Tall, broad shouldered, his light brown, wavy hair swept back from his rugged face.
“You’re here for the bachelorette party?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“I’ll show you to the room.”
She followed him through a door and down a stairway. The place was dark wood and felt very old and had a lot of character. Once at the bottom, he gestured for her to precede him down a hallway past one doorway to a room with a boisterous party going on, then continuing to the end of the hall.
“Turn right at the end,” he instructed.
When she reached the end the only option was to turn right as he’d said, so she started down the new hallway. But all she could see was a doorway out of the building.
She gasped as a hand covered her mouth and she was pulled against a hard body behind her. Then she was hustled through the door and into a waiting van. Another man pulled her inside, and the doors closed behind her. Her heart pounded as adrenaline surged through her.
Oh, God, what’s happening?
She was pushed into the back seat and her wrists bound with rope. Tight.
She couldn’t make out the face of the new man, but the one still holding her mouth was the man who’d been directing her to the party room. He pushed something into her mouth and held it in place with a strap that fastened behind her head. It was a ball gag which would stifle her screams.
She felt like she couldn’t get enough air as she struggled. One man slipped into the front seat and the van surged away from the building. The other—the one who’d dragged her to the van—slipped a blindfold over her eyes. She sat helplessly in the seat, her pulse racing, the darkness around her complete.
As she sucked in a deep breath, the explosive realization that this was the kidnapping Becca had arranged sent exhilaration quivering through her.
It was unsettling but heat flashed through her at the thought that these men... these complete strangers... had abducted her and would soon be manhandling her. Tearing her clothes from her.
She could barely catch her breath as the excitement turning her blood to liquid fire.
Their large hands would touch her in intimate places. Their rock-hard cocks would drive into her.
Oh, God, could she really go through with this?
They had handled her roughly when they thrust her into the van and tied her up. What would it be like when they got where they were going? Would they keep her bound and blindfolded? Would they overpower her?
The thought made her faint from a combination of excitement and nervousness. She began to tremble as she sat in the dark, feeling the movement of the van as they sped through the night. She continued to draw in deep breaths, wondering where they were taking her.
She lost track of time as they drove, but finally the van stopped. She felt someone’s fingers in her hair and the blindfold slipped away. She gazed at the man beside her with wide eyes. The other man slid open the door. Butterflies swirled through her stomach as both men grasped her arms and dragged her from the van. She glanced around and, by the light of the full moon, she saw a large house.
They pulled her toward the house and the driver flung open the front door. They hurried her to a room near the back of the building. It had a bed with a metal headboard and, after untying the rope from her wrists, the driver handcuffed her to one of the bars.
Was it going to happen now? Would they tear away her clothes and violate her?
Her heart pounded at the thrilling prospect.
But they just turned and walked out. Thankfully, one of them turned on a lamp in the corner so she wasn’t left in total darkness. She sat on the bed, which was covered with a threadbare comforter, but it was soft. The ball gag was still in her mouth. She could see out the window that the men were retrieving some bags from the van.
She heard them enter the house again, then their voices as they busied themselves elsewhere.
But time passed and they didn’t come into the room.
Her heart, still palpitating from the anticipation, slowly calmed.After a while, she lay down on the bed and rested her eyes.
“Hey there. My name’s Carl.”
Startled, her eyes popped open. She hadn’t heard him come in.
Her heart began to pound again.
Carl was the man who’d been in the restaurant. He wore jeans now, rather than the suit he’d worn earlier, and he sat on the floor beside the bed.
“I wanted to let you know I’m really glad Becca asked me to join you for your fantasy.” He unfastened the gag and pulled it from her mouth. “I know you want to experience the whole kidnapping thing and we’re supposed to stay in our roles, but I wanted to make sure you aren’t afraid.”
“Thanks, I’m doing fine”
“Good, we’re getting unpacked and giving you some time. I know you’ve got the safe word, but if you want things to slow down a little, just signal me.”
“How?”
“Maybe just cross your fingers. I’ll watch for that.” He smiled, and she realized he was really quite handsome. White teeth and friendly hazel eyes. His light brown, wavy hair looked soft and touchable.
“Thanks.”
“I’ll get going now. And I’ll try not to drop out of character again. Erik is a stickler for that kind of thing.”
“Erik? Did he help Becca with one of the other fantasies?”
“Yeah, for Sylvie. We both did.”
So the other man was Erik King. She’d spoken to Sylvia recently and Sylvia told her a little about this man. He was intense and he had had the hots for Sylvia. Maybe was even in love with her. But Sylvia was with her new man—actually men—now. Mr. Grant and a sexy biker named Slade.
But Erik King... Kalie had gotten the impression that he was really caring and sweet, even though Syl
via said he was totally dominating.
“Carl,” the other man, Erik, growled as he stood in the doorway glaring at Carl.
His dominating presence sent her pulse racing.
“Later,” Carl murmured softly, then pushed himself to his feet and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Kalie lay on the bed, her stomach filled with butterflies. She wanted this fantasy... had dreamt of being kidnapped and ravaged by two sexy men for a long time. The reality was a little unnerving, but now she was anxious to get on with it.
Finally, the door swung open. Instead of Carl, it was Erik who stood in the doorway. Tall, broad shoulders, eyes boring through her.
She sat up, staring at him with wide eyes, her breath catching.
He wore a light blue casual shirt and dark jeans, but she had the feeling he’d be more comfortable in a suit. His body was big and masculine, his shirt hinting at the muscles beneath. He had thick, dark hair that curled around his collar in waves and his face was covered with stubble.
And his eyes. Deep blue and penetrating. Making her feel he saw everything. Her fears. Her needs.
His gaze raked down her body and she suddenly felt naked before him.
An authoritative, almost angry, aura emanated from him. Whether he was just very good at his role, or really pissed off at something, she didn’t know.
He strode into the room and she drew in a breath.
He stopped less than a foot from her, those unsettling eyes still locked on her.
“I don’t know what Carl said to you, but you are our prisoner. No one will come to save you.” His gaze raked over her again. “And I certainly won’t show you any mercy. So get used to the idea.”
The edge in his voice, the sharpness of his eyes, made her shiver.
He plunked a bottle of water on the bedside table, then he turned and walked out.
She stared at the door, sucking in a deep breath.
God, he was intimidating... but at the same time, she longed to feel his hands on her. Tearing her clothes, manhandling her roughly.
Oh, God, she could just imagine him pulling out his big cock and pushing it into her mouth.