by Bella King
I sat up. “So, you want a massage?” I asked, making sure that was all he was talking about.
“I’d like to give you one, as well,” Caleb replied, the sparkle of mischief returning to his eyes.
“I don’t think I need one,” I said, pulling the covers up to my chest, attempting to hide my nipples that poked through the fine silk camisole.
Caleb chuckled. “After everything you’ve been through? I think your body is in desperate need of my touch.” The words rolled slowly off his tongue, pooling on the bed and snaking into my pore through the fabric.
I shuddered. “Can you let me get dressed?”
“No,” Caleb replied simply. “You’d be more comfortable if you get undressed.”
“I would prefer to keep this on,” I said. “It’s already revealing enough.” I was embarrassed to expose myself to Caleb, more so than afraid he might do something bad to me. He seemed so stable and consistent, but that’s how men like him get you. They lure you into a false sense of security before clamping down their iron jaw, eating you alive with their wicked games.
“It might get ruined by the oil, but that’s fine. Whatever you’re most comfortable in,” Caleb said, getting up from the bed. “Come with me.”
I pushed the covers off my legs, jerking my hand down to move the liquid fabric back over my exposed pussy. Caleb smiled pleasantly when he saw me, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge my nudity.
I got up and was annoyed to find that my nipples were fully erect beneath the silk. I wasn’t able to hide them, but I wasn’t especially aroused. I didn’t want him to think I was. Maybe it was just cold.
“Come,” Caleb urged, holding out a hand.
I refused to take it, walking ahead of him even though I didn’t know where we were going. I was certain that he could see my ass, the fabric of my tiny shorts clinging to my skin and giving the perfect outline of the two round cheeks that I had been blessed with. I’m sure that turned him on, but I was more determined to show confidence instead of shrinking against his power. It wouldn’t do me any good to appear week in front of him.
“You’re very gifted,” Caleb noted as he strolled behind me.
I could feel the heat of his eyes bearing down on my ass. I continued to walk confidently in front of him, but noticed that even I couldn’t help but show off to his words. There was a little extra swing to my hips as I walked.
“This way,” Caleb said before I was able to go through the wrong door.
I looked back to see his hand holding open a door on the left of me. I changed course, walking into the new room in front of him. He followed me in and closed the door gently.
Inside of this room, there was a neat arrangement of furniture, some leather and some plush fabric. Everything was either black or a deep crimson, the lights dim but not so much that I couldn’t see everything inside.
There were several shelves lined with rubbing oils and lotions, candles and air fresheners. The room would have been more relaxing had I not been forced to be there. I might have even enjoyed it with such a handsome man as Caleb.
“I’d like you to massage me first,” Caleb said, unbuttoning his shirt slowly and staring at me hungrily with his blue eyes. “Is that alright?”
“Yessir,” I answered, remembering to continue being polite to him under these circumstances. I wanted him to believe that he had me in his control. I would reserve my distaste for him when I was turning him into the police.
“Good,” Caleb said, tossing his shirt onto one of the couches. He began to unbutton his pants, and I watched as his slacks came down to his ankles. He slipped them off, and removed his black socks with them, folding them and placing them beside his shirt.
The only thing he had left on was his briefs. I wondered if he would remove those too. If so, I was in for a hell of a massage.
He didn’t. Instead, he winked at me, and laid down on his stomach on a flat massage table in the center of the room. “I prefer apple, but you can pick whatever is your favorite oil to use.”
He knew I liked apple. He already knew everything. He wasn't clever by pretending it was also his favorite. I wasn’t that gullible.
I had to be careful now. He was trying to seduce me, or at the very least, get me to like him. He genuinely wanted to marry me, and there was no reason for me to doubt the lengths he would go to in order to make that happen. His father demanded a genuine marriage, and for some reason, Caleb thought he could get that by kidnapping me.
I knew that he would be mirroring my thoughts, my emotions, what I liked and didn’t like. He wanted me to believe that he was just like me. He wanted to get my guard down. I wasn’t going to buy it. Mirroring was something we learned in police training. It tends to make people more comfortable with you. He was foolish to think I didn’t know that.
I walked to the shelves as he laid on the massage table, looking for an oil to use. There was coconut, which I deplored, and apple, which I didn’t. I sighed. Apple it was.
I picked up the bottle, which was no and still had a seal on it. It wasn’t something leftover from the previous owner of the house, thank god. Caleb had bought it in anticipation of my arrival. I don’t know which one would have creeped me out more, to be honest.
I sauntered over to Caleb, who was so relaxed on the table that he looked like he was asleep. I assumed he wasn’t since someone like him would never let his guard down. I also assumed we weren’t alone in this house, even though it seemed like we were. Smoke and mirrors were what Caleb played with, and I knew that well from my time at the police academy.
It was odd being this close to the man that I had been fighting against for the past year. Every second that I spent with him was an opportunity to selflessly spring into action against him, sacrificing my own life to take his. I owed it to the police department to end his life as soon as I saw him, but the longer I was around him, the more it seemed impossible to kill him in cold blood.
It wouldn’t be a shot to the head. I would have to stab him, probably many times, to make sure he was really dead. I didn’t know if I could do that to a stranger, much less a handsome man who, aside from capturing me, had treated me nicer than men that took me on dates had. Like it or not, killing Caleb wasn’t something I could reasonably do.
He must have known that. It frustrated me that everything I did or thought, he was one step ahead of me. He made everything appear like I had freedom and power, while knowing very well that I didn’t. He knew I wasn’t stupid, and that angered me.
I peeled the seal off the bottle of oil and placed the lid back on. I drizzled the cold liquid onto Caleb’s bare back, getting joy from his shudder for the sudden cold.
“Ease up a bit,” Caleb said, squirming under the bottle.
“Your skin is dry,” I lied. “You need more.” I squirted some on his neck, and he nearly fell off the table.
I laughed. “Alright, that’s good.”
Caleb shook his head, wiggling his body back into position. “You’re too much, Kalila,” he said with a chuckle.
I let myself enjoy the moment, placing my hands on his hot back, and spreading the oil as though I were buttering a pan. His skin was so hot under my hands, and it felt good on my skin to rub him down.
Caleb had a lot of back to work with. Not only was he tall, but he was very muscular. His back was so broad that I had to lean over it, my breasts pressing against him, to reach every muscle in it. After a minute of struggling beside him, Caleb cleared his throat.
“You can climb on top of me. It will probably be easier that way,” he said, his voice rumbling in his throat as he spoke.
I hesitated. Getting on top of him seemed overtly sexual, but this was just a massage. Besides, I could keep my breasts from rubbing against him in that position, but my ass would be all over him. AT least I wasn’t naked.
I shrugged, hoisting my small body onto the table and standing with my feet on either side of his hips. I looked down at him, feeling stronger in this position, but that w
as only an illusion. Caleb was still the one with the power, and I was still a pawn in his game. Maybe I would become a queen with all this talk of marriage.
I leaned over Caleb, exploring his muscles with my hands, kneading them until the stress and tension began to dissolve in my grasp.
“Mm, you’re good at this,” Caleb groaned.
The rumble of his baritone voice vibrated into my core from his torso. I lifted my ass off his lower back, not wanting to be aroused by it. Perhaps it was too late. I kept reminding myself who I was, where I had come from, and what my mission here was as I rubbed his back and made the mafia boss feel good.
There are times when you need to comply with a threat, times when you need to fight, and times when you should drop everything and flee. I had options, but I was suing my police training to make what I believed to be the right one. I could die a hero, or drawn this out for longer and get the hell out of here in one piece, maybe being a hero in the process.
Even if I couldn’t get Caleb himself, it was possible that I could tip off my colleagues back at the department of his location, where he liked to dine, and what he was plotting. If only I could reach a phone and dial out to the US.
A groan from Caleb brought me back into the moment. I had been digging my elbow under his shoulder blade too hard, lost in my thoughts. I eased up, massaging the area lightly and moved to his lower back.
I was propped up on his butt now, my own pressed against him. The small shorts I was wearing were drenched in oil, smelling of apple and clinging to my skin like they weren’t even there. I probably should remove them, but I wasn’t comfortable being nude around Caleb. He might take that as permission to make sexual advances on me.
I adjusted the shorts, but they were quickly becoming uncomfortable, the fabric rubbing against my pussy and turning me on more than I should be. I sighed, standing up and yanking them down. Caleb tried to turn his head to get a look, but I used a foot to gently push his head back down.
“I’m not giving you a show. They’re just uncomfortable,” I said, flinging the wet shorts across the room. I left my camisole on because it wasn’t irritating me. I wasn’t getting naked just for fun.
“Your skin is so soft,” Caleb moaned as I pressed back into him, rolling my knuckles over his lower back.
I didn’t know how to respond, so I hummed a little in my throat to acknowledge his words without agreeing or disagreeing with them.
“I’ve never met a woman like you. Your hands are like magic,” Caleb continued. “I think it’s almost your turn to get a massage,” he said, lifting his head again.
“I don’t need one,” I replied, working his lower back until I reached the waistband of his black briefs. I didn’t go any lower.
“Well, unless you want to massage my ass, it’s your turn,” he said, craning his neck to see me.
“Alright,” I said, lifting a leg over him and jumping off the table.
Caleb sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the table and sweeping my partially naked body with his eyes. He consumed me with his stare, pupils engorged with delight at the sight of my smooth pale body, the lower half completely bare.
“Are you going to stare at me or massage me?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips and glaring at him.
“Maybe both,” he mused. “Get on the table. I’ll start with your ass.”
I felt giddy, like he was proposing something I secretly wanted. I didn’t want to show that weakness to him, but as I climbed onto the table, I was less shy about exposing myself. My nipples were obvious hard, and my pussy was wet, though he couldn’t see it. Maybe I had a fetish for being watched, or maybe it was Caleb who had such a strong effect on me.
I laid on my stomach, my nipples finally get squashed down on the firm table. My ass was on display for Caleb, plump and shiny from the oil that had gotten on it from Caleb’s hot skin. My heart fluttered in my chest as I listened to Caleb squirt oil into his hands and rub them together.
Two hot hands came down on my calf muscles, firmly moving upward to my thighs. Caleb’s thumbs pressed into my soft flesh, moving inward as he went up. My heartbeat increased as he got closer to my sensitive inner thighs, the pressure of his grip lightening as he touched me there.
I squirmed as his fingers grazed on the over lips of my pussy, but didn’t say anything. Caleb stopped for a second, then continued to touch me, slowly moving his fingers over my pussy completely. This wasn’t a massage. It was a full-on clitoral stimulation!
I let a moan escape my lips as Caleb used one hand to rub my slit while he pressed the other into my lower back, holding my body firm to the table. The pleasure as amazing. I had to admit that it had been a while since a man had touched me this way. My body reacted like I had been stranded in the desert, and Caleb was my source of water.
I sighed and moaned louder as he rubbed between my legs. My heart was at an all-time high rate, and a tingling heat spread up my legs like fire. I was ready to explode in less than a minute of him touching me.
I clung to the sides of the table, my nails scraping against the bottom of the wood as waves of pleasure began to build in my core. Each one was harder to resist than the next, coiling up inside of me until the dam could no longer hold them back.
“You like that?” Caleb asked, rubbing faster and leaning over me.
I couldn’t speak now. I could only yelp in delight as pleasure exploded inside of me, ripping through the fabric of my being and jolting my nervous system to life. Lightning erupting at my core, thundering through my delicate body and bringing me to the heavens when it came from.
I could hear the subtle breath through Caleb’s nose as he watched me squirm in his hand, my juices overflowing, dripping over his skilled fingers like syrup and flowing onto the table beneath me. I wasn’t expecting this kind of pleasure from a mafia boss, but nothing about this situation was predictable. Caleb through curve balls every chance he could get, and I was unable to catch them, instead, being hit full force by them at a thousand miles per hour.
I was panting, gasping for breath as I finally came down from the ecstasy that had been gifted upon me. I wanted to forget about everything that had happened in the past two days, and at that moment, I had, but I was slowly coming back to reality.
Chapter 10
Everything is an illusion. Nothing is ever real.
“Do you feel more relaxed now?” Caleb asked, circling around me to peer into my eyes.
I was hazy, the clouds of orgasm still parting from my eyes. I looked up at Caleb, an erection poking firmly through his briefs. I wanted to reach out and grab it, tugging him until he came everywhere, but I resisted. I couldn’t let him win. This had gone too far, too soon, and I wasn’t ready to admit defeat.
“I feel like going back to sleep,” I answered.
“Too soon for that, darling,” Caleb noted. “I would still like to give you a tour of the garden. The roses are in full bloom this time of year.”
I pushed myself up on the palms of my hands. My arms trembled as I struggled to regain composure after the intense orgasm I had at the hands of Caleb. I sat up, clasping my hands together over my wet pussy, embarrassed by how it glistened with my fluids.
“Come now, let’s get dressed,” Caleb said, motioning for me to get up and follow him.
I nodded, springing off the massage table. I was happy to be leaving this room. It was too dangerous in there. How had I been caught off guard like that so easily? He had seduced me so fast that I didn’t have time to put my walls up to prevent it. He was good, but I guess that’s why he was a boss, and I was a lowly police trainee.
The air was cooler in the hallway, and I was surprised to hear another person walking down the hallway in the house. I wondered who it could be. Caleb didn’t seem concerned, so it couldn’t be anyone important. We were nearly completely naked, and he didn’t give the man a second glance as he appeared around the corner.
It was a servant in the house, a smartly dressed older gentleman with
a duster and a broom. He was tidying up in the hallway, dusting the items that never moved from their spots on the shelves. He didn’t even look at me as we walked past. He must be used to this type of thing by now.
I figured that nobody who worked for Caleb would be helpful in my escape. Caleb claimed not to be wanted in Italy, but they had to know his criminal status in the United States. Everyone did. I couldn’t imagine an elderly man like the one in the hallway trying to stop me if I ran, but I could picture him making a phone call and having the dogs chew me to pieces on the lawn.
There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that I was getting out of Caleb’s mansion without some elaborate planning, but I assumed I had some time. He wanted us to fall in love before we got married. No amount of sexual contact was going to make that happen for me. I was stronger than that. In fact, I had never even been in love. It was possible that I wasn’t even capable of it.
When we got back to the bedroom, the bed was made again, and my clothes had disappeared from the bathroom floor. I guess we had prompt maid service here. It was almost eerie, because I hadn’t seen anyone else here until just now. I guess they preferred to stay out of the way.
Caleb walked to the dresser and opened it, pulling out a neatly folded pair of slacks, identical to the ones he had on before, and laid them on the bed. While he got himself prepared, I went back to the closet to find a suitable dress for the evening.
This whole kidnapping thing felt more like a vacation than a crime, I mused as I fingered through the fine dresses hanging from the top of the closet. A light blue one caught my eye, and I pulled it from its hanger eagerly.
I removed my camisole in the closet, dropping it into the corner to see if that too would be picked up by the maid, and pulled the dress over my head. Everything Caleb had bought for me fitted perfectly, and this dress was no exception. It clung to my body in the right ways, riding atop my curves to accentuate each one without being over the top. I loved it.
“Do you like it?” Caleb’s voice surprised me from behind.