Kidnapped for Christmas

by Evangeline Anderson

  “Come here, sweetheart,” he murmured, sitting down on the side of the bed and patting his thighs. “Come take your spanking like a good girl.”

  Chapter Four

  Jillian couldn’t understand why she didn’t make a break for it. Her kidnapper—no, her master—was patting his lap, telling her to come to him for a spanking, for Pete’s sake. Yet instead of turning and running away, her traitorous feet were carrying her toward him. Was she really going to submit to this? Was she really going to lie across his lap and let him spank her?

  Apparently she was.

  Before she knew it, Jillian found herself facedown over his muscular thighs with her naked ass high in the air. She had never felt so exposed and vulnerable and yet, somehow, it felt right. Right to submit to him when he talked to her in that deep, stern voice. Right to let him do what he wanted even if it was nothing she’d ever dreamed of desiring.

  What’s wrong with you? she yelled at herself. Half an hour with Mr. Muscles here and you’re ready to fall face-first into Stockholm Syndrome? But no matter what she told herself, it didn’t change the fact that she was half naked and facedown waiting for the first blow to fall. Soon enough, it did.

  Smack! The flat of his hard hand connected with the soft flesh of her ass with a stinging slap that brought tears to Jillian’s eyes and made her squirm.

  “None of that, sweetheart. Hold still and take your spanking like a good girl,” her master rumbled. Jillian felt his other warm palm settle in the small of her back, holding her in place. Now she was really trapped. Squeezing her eyes shut, she gripped the cool leather of his pants to try to steady herself for the next blow.

  Smack! He spanked her again…and again. Jillian winced every time his hand connected with her ass and tears of pain and humiliation filled her eyes. But at the same time, she felt a suspicious warmth growing between her thighs. God, was this actually turning her on? Hadn’t she just been telling herself in Sabrina’s apartment that pain did nothing for her? And yet there was no denying that her pussy, which was already hot and wet from the way he’d touched her earlier, was throbbing with need. In fact, she could feel herself getting wetter with each smack that landed on her unprotected bottom.

  Maybe her reaction was due to the hard cock she could feel digging into her abdomen, or maybe it was the feeling of letting someone else have complete power over her—Jillian didn’t know and she could barely make herself care. All she knew was that she was a tangled mess of emotions inside. Anger that he would dare to do this to her and that he demanded her obedience and submission while he did it. Worry that she wasn’t going to get to tell him he had the wrong woman until it was far, far too late. Disgusted with herself for giving in so easily and actually enjoying the experience in a weird, twisted way. And under all of that was a fear so deep she could hardly name it—the fear that she didn’t want her muscular new master to stop. Fear that she wanted to let him go all the way and finish whatever strange fantasy Sabrina had dreamed up.

  But she would never do that—would she? The minute he took the gag off her, if he took the damn gag off, that was, she was going to shout out that he had the wrong sister. Wasn’t she? To her fear and fascination, Jillian wasn’t so sure about that anymore. And all of it—her fear and frustration and desire—passed through her mind at the speed of light as the spanking continued.

  Smack! Smack! Smack! The stinging pain was beginning to get to her, driving all rational thought out of her mind. Jillian knew instinctively what her master wanted was for her to hold still and offer herself to him, to give him her obedience no matter how unbearable the spanking became. But she just couldn’t do that. With the next smack she wiggled uncontrollably and a stifled whimper slipped past the black gag over her mouth.

  He stopped at once and she was afraid he was going to be angry with her and whip her even harder. But to her surprise, the next time he touched her it was to caress the throbbing skin of her ass, not to spank it.

  “There, there, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice so deep it vibrated all the way through her. “I know you had a hard time with that but you did very well. You’re a good girl—such a good girl for taking your spanking.” He pushed her gently off his lap and turned her to face him. “You know what good girls get?” he asked in that deep, rumbling voice.

  Slowly, Jillian shook her head.

  “They get a reward.” He gave her a slow, lazy smile that made her stomach do flip-flops. “So spread your legs, sweetheart, and get ready for your reward.”

  Without thinking, Jillian did as he said. Before she knew what he was going to do, one of his large, warm hands was between her legs, cupping her bare pussy. She moaned behind the gag as he pressed against her, spreading the swollen lips of her sex and grinding his palm against her sensitive clit.

  “Good girl,” he murmured again, his breath hot against the side of her neck. “Such a good girl to take your spanking and spread your legs for me. Let’s see how wet and hot you are.” With a slow, smooth motion, two of his thick fingers found the entrance to her cunt and slid deep inside her hot depths.

  Jillian bit the inside of her cheek and nearly collapsed from the intensely pleasurable sensation as her master fucked deeply into her with his fingers. In fact, she would have fallen over if he hadn’t braced her by winding his other arm around her waist. The muscles of his bare chest were hard under her hands and his skin was smooth and warm.

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” he murmured, watching her intently with his dark brown eyes. “Just open up and let me in. God, your pussy’s so wet and hot. You really enjoyed that spanking, didn’t you? Bending over my knee and getting your bottom tanned really got you ready.” He looked at her sternly, his fingers still moving. “Well, didn’t it?”

  Jillian wanted to deny it with all her heart but the fact was, her pussy had never been so hot and wet and ready in her life. She’d never felt this way before—like her skin was too tight, like she couldn’t get a deep enough breath, like she might die if this total stranger she knew only as her temporary master stopped touching her. Ashamed and excited at the same time, she nodded reluctantly. It was sick but it was true—the spanking had turned her on.

  “Good girl,” he murmured again, as if her answer had pleased him. “I can tell it was hard for you to admit. I think it’s time for another reward.”

  Suddenly the two thick fingers that were penetrating her began to fuck harder and deeper into her pussy and Jillian felt the broad pad of his thumb begin to circle her throbbing clit. She gave a muffled moan and held on to him tight, feeling the pleasure that had been building inside her from the moment he forced her to spread her legs for him in the back of the van build to an explosive peak.

  Surely she wasn’t going to come like this, she told herself. Not like this—half naked in a dungeon letting a stranger, whose name she didn’t even know, finger her? But however her mind protested, her body wasn’t listening. When her new master whispered in his deep, commanding voice, “Come for me, sweetheart. Come right now while I pet your sweet, wet pussy,” she felt herself spasming helplessly around his fingers. Coming again and again on command like a trained pet that hears the master’s voice and obeys mindlessly.

  “That’s right, give it up. Give it all up.” His voice was thick with desire as she finished coming. The orgasm left her gasping for breath behind the gag, weak and lightheaded. As much as she hated to do it, Jillian was forced to keep leaning on him.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured, withdrawing his fingers at last. “And delicious too.” Deliberately, he lapped her honey from his fingers, making sure she was watching. “Can’t wait to taste it from the source,” he rumbled.

  Jillian shivered at his words and made an effort to stand without leaning against his large frame. Now that the peak of pleasure was over she couldn’t believe what she’d just done. Couldn’t believe she’d allowed herself to actually come on command like that while he touched her. Her master let her stand on her own but it was clear she wasn�
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  Once again Jillian found herself between his thick, muscular thighs but this time she couldn’t make herself meet his eyes. She was too damn embarrassed—completely humiliated that she had given herself so easily. Instead she studied her bare toes, which were sinking into the thick dark carpet, and tried not to think about what had just happened and how incredibly hot it had made her to submit to this stranger.

  “Hey.” He caught her chin in one hand and lifted it so that she had no choice but to look at him. “It’s all right,” he rumbled, as though he understood everything. “It’s hard at first, admitting you want to give in. To let someone else do whatever they want to you without a fight. But it’s okay. Some of us are wired to be submissive, some of us are wired to be dominant. You can’t fight what’s inside you any more than you can change the color of your eyes or how tall you are. You can try to disguise it, but in the end what you really want always comes through.”

  Jillian looked at him uncertainly. Could it be that he was right? Did she really want this somehow? Want to be treated this way? Was it something she’d been hiding from herself all along? And could it be the reason she’d found Barry so utterly boring? Because she was a closet submissive and her ex-fiancé didn’t have a dominant bone in his body?

  “You’re a good girl,” her master murmured approvingly. “You’ve got a temper but you can see where it gets you when you let it run away with you, right?”

  Slowly, Jillian nodded. It got her spanked and humiliated. And incredibly hot. She wasn’t sure she wanted to repeat the experience.

  “It’s time for the second part of your fantasy.” He smiled at her and stroked her cheek tenderly. The soft touch made Jillian shiver. Was he proving that he could be gentle too? That the entire experience wasn’t just about pain and domination but about pleasure as well?

  “Mmmph?” she dared to ask, looking up at him. As before, he seemed to understand what she was asking.

  “Now I’m going to take off the rest of your clothes,” he told her matter-of-factly. “You’re going to be naked for the rest of the time you’re with me. Unless I decided to dress you up for my pleasure.” He smiled and stroked her cheek again. “I can think of all kinds of things that would look good on you but first I want to see you without anything on at all.”

  “Mmmph…” Jillian looked at him pleadingly as his fingers went to her buttons. She was sure when Sabrina wrote this fantasy or filled out the We Kidnap U form or whatever, this part of it hadn’t fazed her skinny sister a bit. Sabrina was so thin she could have pranced around completely naked without fear of anything sagging or wiggling or wobbling. But Jillian was a different story—she was full of wiggles and wobbles and she had the body issues to prove it. There was no way around it—she was just never going to be as confident naked as her little sister because she was never going to be skinny. And while the white silk blouse she was wearing didn’t cover much, it at least covered half of her and made her feel semi-dressed. “Mmmph,” she pleaded again, but her master shook his head.

  “No protests, sweetheart. Didn’t I tell you what I say goes while we’re here?” He looked at her sternly but then the expression on his chiseled features changed. “What’s wrong?” he asked softly, his fingers still working on her buttons. “Are you afraid I won’t like what I see?”

  Jillian looked down, unable to meet his eyes once more. Briefly, she nodded.

  “Hey, don’t worry about that, sweetheart.” He spread the white silk blouse open and then slowly slipped it down her arms. “You’re just what I like in a woman,” he murmured in her ear as he reached around to unhook her white lace bra.

  “Mmmph.” Jillian gave him a quick, disbelieving glance as he slid the bra down her shoulders, baring her completely. Right, a guy who liked his women full figured instead of model thin. Now, that would be the day. He seemed to pick up on her skepticism because when she tried to cover her bare breasts with her hands, he pulled them away.

  “Don’t hide,” he murmured, looking her up and down. “Let me look at you, sweetheart. You’re gorgeous, don’t you know that?”

  Jillian shrugged and felt herself blushing all over. Really, it was nice of him to say it even though he was just playing what he thought was her fantasy. Because what woman didn’t fantasize about a man wanting her exactly the way she was?

  “I’m serious.” His dark brown eyes drank her in hungrily and she began to wonder if it really was an act. “I almost didn’t take this job because your picture made you look so thin,” he told her, his eyes still wandering over her bare breasts and body. “Now I’m glad I did. Must have been an old picture because look at you—these big, beautiful breasts, your soft curves and full hips. And you have a heart-shaped ass. God, I love a heart-shaped ass, sweetheart.”

  He touched her lightly as he spoke and Jillian felt herself blushing harder than ever. Could he really be serious? He must be talking about a picture of Sabrina that she had to have sent in when she planned her ‘nap. And he’d almost decided not to do the kidnapping because he thought her sister was too skinny? The idea that anyone might prefer her own full figure over her little sister’s stick-thin physique was news to Jillian. And the way her master was talking to her and touching her was making her feel beautiful for the first time in, well, a long time.

  “See?” He looked up at her smiling. “It’s not so hard to let yourself be seen, is it, sweetheart?”

  Jillian had to admit it wasn’t as hard as she’d feared. She still felt mortally embarrassed but she had a new sense of confidence, knowing that he really did like what he was seeing. Not that the opinion of a professional kidnapper ought to matter to her but still, it did somehow. She lifted her chin and raised an eyebrow at him, giving him a challenging look even though her cheeks were still pink and hot.

  “Mmmph?” she asked him again.

  “Now I’m finally going to take off that gag,” he said, surprising her completely. “I know it’s what you’ve been wanting and you’ve earned it. But…” He raised one finger and shook it at her warningly. “Unless I tell you it’s all right to talk, the only words I want to hear from you are ‘Yes, Master’ or your safe word. Up ‘til now we’ve been taking things pretty easy but when the gag comes off, we’re going to get into a more intense scene. If things get to be too much for you, just say your safe word and I’ll stop and take you home right away, no questions asked. All right?”

  Jillian nodded eagerly. Finally a chance to explain! Finally a chance to tell him that this was all wrong, that he had the wrong sister and she wasn’t into this kind of thing at all. And yet…and yet, she didn’t know if she wanted to stop. Are you crazy, Jillian? she lectured herself. Didn’t you hear what he said about getting into something too intense for you? And you don’t even know what Sabrina’s safe word is. It would be nuts to continue. The man has already spanked you and forced you to come all over his hand—what’s next—hot wax and nipple clamps? Or maybe a nice studded dog collar for you to wear—how would you like that?

  Jillian knew the inner voice was right. It would be crazy to keep this up and pretend to be someone she wasn’t. The minute the gag came off, she had to tell him everything. If she hurried, she might still make it to work before lunch and she could tell her boss she’d been in a fender bender or something to excuse her tardiness. Hell, she could—

  “All right, sweetheart, here goes,” he said, interrupting her train of thought. “Now remember what I said.” His big hands were suddenly behind her head, loosening the straps that held the black felt gag in place. With inexpressible relief, Jillian felt it come away, baring her mouth at last.

  “Whew!” She took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh. It was good to be able to breathe freely again without the obstruction over her mouth. She looked up to see her master smiling at her. Tentatively, she smiled back. It wasn’t because she liked him, she told herself. It just felt so good to have the use of her mouth again!

  “I knew it,” he said, cupping
her cheek and softly brushing the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. “Your mouth is as gorgeous as the rest of you.”

  “I—” Jillian opened her “gorgeous mouth” to tell him that he had the wrong woman and she wanted to go home now, please, or at least back to work before she got fired. But before she could utter another word, he had pulled her into his arms and was kissing her passionately.

  The kiss was soft at first, the simple covering of his mouth with his, his lips gentle and curious as they explored hers. Then, somehow, Jillian found that her arms were around his neck and he was pressing her naked body against his own hard, large frame and rubbing his hands over her bare back and ass as he claimed her mouth. She moaned breathlessly and he took it as an invitation to deepen the kiss, parting her lips and darting his tongue between them, tasting her lightly at first and then with more intensity.

  Dear God in heaven above, she had never been kissed like this before! Maybe it was the way he held her to him, fully expecting her to give him what he wanted, or maybe it was the fresh woodchips and musk scent of him that got in her head and made her dizzy. Jillian didn’t know—she only knew that she was melting, losing all sense of herself as the long, deep kiss continued. God, he tasted good—like some kind of cinnamon spice and very faintly of her own juices that he’d licked off his fingers. The taste of him, the smell of him, the feel of him so hard and demanding against her was getting her hot and bothered all over again. She was dying, drowning, losing herself completely as he kissed the life out of her.

  Finally he pulled back, ending the kiss abruptly. Jillian tried to catch her breath. Her arms were still wrapped around his neck and her lips felt deliciously bruised from his assault.

  “Beautiful.” He smiled at her, that same slow smile that made butterflies dance in her stomach for some reason. “We’re going to have a hell of a time together, sweetheart. Aren’t we?”

  Jillian opened her mouth again and heard herself say, “Yes, Master.”