by Sophia Danu
She heard a door open. In the background, she heard the vehicle start up again and drive away. There goes my escape vehicle, she briefly mused, before admitting that escape probably wasn’t a likely scenario anyway.
She heard the door slam shut and the thud and click of a lock. He swung her off his shoulder and placed her in a hard chair. The cuffs were unlocked leaving her wrists briefly free. Fists clenched, she started flailing her arms in the hope of hitting her abuser, but warm hands quickly corralled her arms. She tried jerking her arms away but the iron grip was relentless.
He pulled one arm down and cuffed her again, behind the chair. The other arm quickly followed suit on the opposite side. She couldn’t move her hands but a couple of inches from the back of the chair. The cuffs clinked in the silence as she jerked against them, testing her captivity. She swallowed. Her kidnapper still hadn’t spoken a word, although she heard him breathing behind her
He yanked an ankle and tied it with some kind of cloth to one leg of the chair before he cut the duct tape. Then he tied her other ankle to the other side of the chair. The blindfold was still over her eyes, and the gag almost choking her. And now she was also bound to a chair with no hope of escape at all. He had bound her in such a way that her legs were splayed open to him, and with her arms behind her back, she felt her breasts thrust out, on display for him. The skimpy shorts and sports bra would be little protection against whatever he had in mind.
A calloused hand caressed her cheek and she jerked her head away. What was going to happen to her? She felt a feather touch brush her nipples and she whimpered behind the gag.
Suddenly he yanked the gag from her mouth. It slipped down to her neck. She ran her tongue over her lips trying to restore some moisture. Her jaws ached from the tight cloth.
She felt something against her lips before water poured into her mouth and down her chin. She was grateful for the scant amount but was wary to take much, afraid of being drugged. She turned her head to the side again.
“What do you want with me?” She asked hoarsely. She was pleased that her voice didn’t tremble.
A soft, low laugh sounded next to her ear and she jerked in reaction. It was a husky, sexy, male laugh that reverberated through her body. She licked her lips again.
“Why are you doing this?” She questioned, trying again. She wanted an explanation and talking had become her only defense. Her world had become surreal with her sense of sight eradicated and her limbs bound. She had no control over the situation.
“Because I can…” was the low, gravelly response. She swallowed. His words caused shivers to race down her back. Another soft brush against her nipples and a warm hand gliding up her thigh between her legs caused her to cry out breathlessly. The forbidden touch causing her body to tingle.
“Please don’t.” She said breathing hard. “Who are you?” She said still trying to coax him out of his silence.
“You know.” His low words caused her heart to skip a beat.
Cooper? She shook her head, no it couldn’t be, she thought to herself. Why would he do this? Unless…yesterday…Rio, she thought disjointedly.
“Cooper?” She asked softly in disbelief. There was no response.
A tight fist grabbed her hair, and her head tilted back. A mouth crashed down on hers. His tongue filled her mouth--and oh God, he kissed like Cooper. It had to be him. Her tongue met his frantically. Relief poured through her along with fierce desire. She had missed him so much and been so lonely. She could practically climax just from kissing him.
She moaned and he pulled away. He pulled the sports bra away from her chest and she felt the cold metal of a knife before he cut it. Her breasts sprang free. Rough hands covered them, squeezing, plucking the hard nipples. Her heart raced and she breathed as if she was in a marathon.
She was sure it was Cooper, but what if it wasn’t? The whole encounter was quickly becoming incredibly erotic, taboo…like her fantasy. She was more turned on at this point than she was scared, whether it was Cooper or not, she realized with mortification.
Justifying this sexual response, she told herself it was definitely her husband. He pulled away. She listened intently as sensations swept through her body. She was so amazingly hot it astounded her. To be blindfolded, was incredibly sensual to her, trying to listen and anticipate what might happen next, knowing that he was looking at her body.
She felt something placed against her lips and she wrenched in surprise.
“Open,” ordered the low, husky voice.
Orange flavor burst over her tongue as she chewed the slice of tangerine he placed in her mouth. Frightened and yet titillated—super sensitive emotions bombarded her as she struggled to catch her breath. Another tangerine prodded her lips. She opened her mouth as he placed another slice on her tongue.
Lips met hers and the tongue that entered her mouth tasted like tangerine. She groaned and fiercely met his with her own. His lips trailed down her neck, licking and biting along the way. Shivers coursed her body, a reaction to her sexual response and the adrenaline of her kidnapping. Teeth pulled at her nipple and the teasing pain made her cry out softly, until he laved it with his tongue and soothed it. Then he strongly pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard, sending a zing through her body that traveled down to her crotch.
He focused the same attention on the other nipple and soon she was moaning softly, “Please…”
He pushed her shorts to the side and a long finger swept along her soaking slit. He laughed, a sound of male triumph, before pushing forcefully inside her. She braced her feet on the floor and pushed down on the balls of her feet to lift her hips and push onto his finger, arching her back against the chair as her head fell back in surrender. He pumped his finger several times before sliding another in and using his thumb on her clit.
“Oh…” She moaned again knowing she was close, his teeth pulled again on her nipple. The slight pain and sensation sent her climax rushing through her. Not letting up, his tongue replaced his fingers, stroking her clit and sliding down to push into her. He growled in approval at her taste and moisture.
He thrust his finger into her again before using his tongue on her clit. Over and over again until she fell off the edge again, screaming this time. He pulled away and she moaned in protest before he untied her ankles and moved behind her to remove the handcuffs.
As soon as she was free, she raised her hands to her blindfold, but he captured her arms in one large hand behind her back. She was guided forward a few steps when his hand pressed on her back, bending her over a table. He stripped off her shorts and panties.
With her hands still captured behind her back, she felt his long, hard cock nudge between her legs. Her breasts scraped against the table as he leaned over her with her hands caught between their bodies. He bit her shoulder as he thrust inside her cunt forcefully.
Strong hands seized her hips and held her steady as he pounded. She wrenched her hands free. Rather than remove her blindfold, she gripped the table to push back against him. The pain at her shoulder and the fullness inside her sent her quickly to a powerful climax. His hand grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.
“You’re mine, Brooke! I won’t let you go! Do you understand me?” Cooper ordered as he continued to fuck her hard and deep.
“Yes! Yes, Cooper. I’m yours, no one else! There’s been no one else. I love you…only you,” she cried breathlessly. Climax washed over her yet again, shattering her emotions. Tears ran down her face as wild ecstasy raced through her body. He pumped several more times before he sent his seed deep inside her.
They leaned over the table for a few seconds, regaining their breath. A few moments later, she reached up and removed her blindfold. She turned to face him. His hard face braced as if unsure how she would react. She threw herself into his arms.
“Oh, God, Coop, I love you so much. Please don’t push me away anymore. Please, please.” She cried softly.
“I’m sorry, Brooke. I know I was about to
lose you, and I’m not going to let that happen. I’ll work through everything okay? We’ll get through this, but I will not let you go!” He said the last part through clenched teeth.
He was so sexy that it nearly broke her heart. “I love you, Coop.”
She kissed him passionately, holding his head between her hands. He moved over to a bed and they collapsed on it, holding each other tightly. They talked well into the night.
* * * *
Cooper resigned from the undercover unit and given a senior detective position. No more long assignments and long periods away from home. He also agreed to see a counselor to resolve the distance that had developed in their marriage. They cuddled and talked until they finally dozed, peacefully, wrapped in each other’s arms--the first time in years.
* * * *
She was awakened later as he tied her spread-eagled to the bed. She smiled into her pillow, at once happy and turned on. She opened her eyes to see Cooper smiling sinfully at her from between her legs. He leaned down and licked a path up her slit through the moisture gathered there. Holding her gaze, he tongued her clit and reached up with both hands to pluck her nipples. She felt a climax building quickly. Her responsiveness to him had always been fierce but now it seemed more intense and flammable.
“Cooper!” A climax rushed through her, seconds later and she screamed, arching her back, and pushing her clit into him, her head tilted back.
He lifted her up and quickly untied her, flipping her over, lifting her ass in the air. She started to rise up on her hands, but he pressed her shoulders back down, holding her immobile. He thrust into her hard and groaned her name. Then he started to pump, long and hard inside her. Suddenly a smack sounded loudly. Pain spread across her ass. She shrieked.
He thrust and spanked again, another sharp slap across her ass. Tingles began to spread from the abused area. Intriguing sensations spiraled, warming her backside. He continued to fuck and spank her until they both came…together.
She smiled to herself, knowing that things would be different with them now. There were still issues to overcome but now there was hope. She no longer doubted he loved her and with that knowledge, she would do whatever it took to make sure their marriage lasted forever.
43 years later
Cooper & Brooke,
together with their children & grandchildren,
request the honor of your presence at their
50th wedding anniversary.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sophia enjoys cooking & entertaining for family and friends. She loves the outdoors (climbing, hiking and tennis) and a challenging game of poker. Her hobby and joy is in writing fantasy that will help others escape after a long day. Her favorite past-time, however, is playing Candyland with her husband and daughter.
