by Paula Nicole
“How long have you two been dating?”
“When did you know you were in love?”
It was all the same.
By the end of the night Lindsey had tired of the repeated interrogations and she sunk to Kyle’s side. She felt like she was on show, like a bird in a cage; everyone wanted to hear her sin their favourite song.
“Thank you for coming,” Lindsey heard Kyle say as he escorted the last guest through the door. The night was finally coming to an end.
The guest turned and smiled, quickly shaking Kyle’s hand. “It was a pleasure,” he replied warmly. “Have a nice night now.”
And then the man was gone, leaving Lindsey alone with Kyle and Lynn, who was slumped over on the sofa sleeping.
Lindsey watched her, pretending she wasn’t listening to Kyle as he locked the door. Then when his back was turned she looked up, peering through in an attempt to see where Kyle hid the keys. However he quickly spun around, casting her a wicked smile.
Lindsey had been caught.
“And then there were three,” Kyle sniggered.
He approached swiftly, heading straight towards Lindsey with a confidant stride. She looked down, trying to avoid those eyes which burned into her. But Kyle strode to her side and cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him as he leaned down.
“It’s time for bed, my sweet,” he purred into her ear.
Lindsey felt something begin to tense within her, slowly making her more uncomfortable than ever. It was the same feeling Kyle had invoked within her before. But now the burn within her was more powerful, and Lindsey had no control over the ache welling within her. Kyle was playing her like a musician with an instrument, and he played so very well.
“Come,” he whispered, taking Lindsey’s hand in his.
A shiver trailed up Lindsey’s body, making her go weak at the knees. Hesitantly, she took Kyle’s hand and let him guide her from the room.
Lynn did not even raise her head.
Chapter Nine
Lindsey quickly changed into a snow white, knee length night dress. She loved the feel of the soft, silky fabric on her bare skin, secretly running her hands over her body to feel the silk and her warmth combine. She smiled to herself, remembering when she had once dreamed of wearing such fine clothes, but they had always been out of her price range. Now she could wear them every day, with her own freedom being the ultimate cost.
Silently, Lindsey padded from the bathroom and opened up the door to the bedroom, she stepped onto the thick carpet and her eyes quickly sought out Kyle. Her cheeks instantly flushed bright red and grabbed the bottom of her dress, pulling it down slightly more as she grew more and more self-conscious under Kyle’s unfaltering stare.
He stood in front of the bed, wearing only a pair of tight, white boxers, which exposed the cast of what lay beneath.
Lindsey froze, her mouth gaping open as she stared with wide eyes. She felt hot, her face began to burn and her head pounded. She told herself to look away, to remember who this man was. He was not her guardian or her lover; he was her abductor, the man who had come to incarcerate her life and mould it, making it his own.
He was sin itself.
Kyle began to move swiftly towards her, disrupting Lindsey’s thoughts. Kyle’s warmth suddenly engulfed her. He held her close, gently running his fingers through her long, dark curls. Lindsey could feel a pressure grow within her, becoming more persistent with every touch.
“Lindsey.” Her name was feverish upon his lips.
He pressed against her, showing the true extent of his own arousal.
“Oh my beautiful Lindsey,” he hissed into her ear, almost sounding pained. “Look at you. Don’t you know how much I adore you?”
Lindsey let his fingers trail all over her, slowly making their way from her hair down her arms, then her sides. She looked up, gazing into Kyle’s eyes. They seemed to flash as they met hers.
“Come to bed with me Lindsey,” he commanded gently. “Let me show you how beautiful you are.”
Speechless, words seem to get caught in Lindsey’s throat. All she could do was stammer her protests in vain as Kyle began to kiss the sensitive flesh of her neck. A little moan escaped Lindsey’s parted lips, she regretted it at soon as it happened, yet Lindsey could do nothing. She could not fight Kyle; the temptation was too powerful. The unknown drew her in. Her curiosity was her undoing.
Kyle grinned widely, he was seducing her darker side and they both knew that it was only a matter of time before Lindsey surrendered to Kyle’s advances. Reality was slipping away from Lindsey. Whilst he touched her, held her and whispered into her ear, he was her lover, not her captor. He could give her something no one else ever had.
“Don’t you want more, Lindsey darling?” Kyle whispered.
Lindsey groaned lightly in reply. She could not control it; she was slowly succumbing to Kyle’s charms. All her once prized sensibility had worn away, leaving her with the primal urge Kyle had empowered within her.
Kyle laughed knowingly.
“Well,” he began in a low voice. “I can give you so much more. ”
Kyle slipped behind her and pulled his Lindsey back onto his strong chest. She could feel Kyle’s own desire push her below, begging for her to give in. Lindsey tried to fight, she tried to remember who this man was and what he had done, but as Kyle began to breathe hot air over her exposed neck, she slowly felt her senses unwinding.
“Oh Lindsey,” he hissed, his voice dripping with want. “Let me love you.”
He gently pushed her forward, steering Lindsey towards the bed. Kyle then scooped her into his arms and lifted her onto the bed, lying her down on her back. Within seconds he was on top of her and had her wrists pinned to the mattress.
“Kyle,” Lindsey cried.
He gazed into her eyes, his own blazing with need. “I have waited so long to have you,” he told her quietly, his voice trembling.
Lindsey could tell he was trying to savour the moment, to enjoy his victory. But even Kyle wasn’t that strong.
He turned his attention to her dress, tenderly taking the silky straps into his soft fingers. He slowly slid the dress down her body, gradually revealing her warm, round breasts which were swollen with her own need.
“Oh God,” Kyle groaned.
Lindsey whimpered, feeling vulnerable as Kyle finally trailed the dress down her legs and ruthlessly threw it to the ground. Now all she had were her little, white pants.
His mouth went straight to her hard nipples, gently taking the right into his warm, wet mouth where he teased her with his tongue. Lindsey could feel him smiling as he listened to her groan in delight. She hated how weak she was and wished he had resisted him better, but she couldn’t.
Lindsey arched her back, giving Kyle greater access to her breasts as he turned his attention to her left. “Oh Kyle,” she whined quietly. “Please…”
He paused, his attentive tongue drawing back for a moment. “Please what, my Lindsey?” He questioned hopefully. “Do you want more?”
Lindsey closed her eyes and gave a quick nod. She couldn’t believe she was letting him win.
“Oh Lindsey,” Kyle grinned widely. He pulled back for a moment and Lindsey felt his fingers tug on her underwear. “You are so beautiful Lindsey,” he whispered. “But I know you’ll be more appetising with these off.”
With one swift movement she was completely exposed like never before. Now she only wore the necklace he had given her.
Lindsey’s hands went down, desperate to cover herself. Suddenly she was gaining some resolve. But Kyle would not let Lindsey tear his victory away. He grabbed her hands and pulled them above her head, holding them there.
“You can’t turn back now.”
He let her hands go and moved down to her bare legs, gently running his fingers long her smooth skin, savouring how silk like her curvy, creamy thighs were on his hands. With some force, he pushed her legs apart, bearing the most private part of her to him.
For
a moment he glanced up, seeing her eyes were now wide open and shining. She was waiting, watching, she looked fearful.
Lindsey was unsure if Kyle was going to continue. She knew she would not resist if he did.
And so, Lindsey did nothing to stop him as he placed his lips upon her again, gently caressing her with his hot, wet tongue. Lindsey made a quiet whimper and within seconds she had forgotten what she was fighting for.
Kyle had his second victory.
He continued to please her, listening to Lindsey as she gave in controlling her little cries of delight. She could not help herself.
“Kyle,” Lindsey breathed heavily.
He pulled away, striking her with a wide grin. Their eyes locked, making the warm feeling in the pit of Lindsey’s stomach grow and spread until it took over her whole body.
Kyle took advantage of the feeling and stalked up Lindsey’s body, kissing her bare flesh as he made his way to her parted lips. He kept her legs pushed apart whilst he kissed her. His kisses distracted Lindsey whilst his body came down on hers. Flesh pressed against flesh.
Urged on by her curiosity and primal need, Lindsey let him take her.
She gasped in pain as he first took her and she shuffled uncomfortably. Already Lindsey was beginning to regret the quick, heated decision she had made. But Kyle was gentle; he knew he had to be. For a while he did not move at all. He only kissed Lindsey’s lips and whispered that the pain would not last very long.
After a few moments, Kyle began to move within her. His movements at first were like gentle strokes, with great care to brush Lindsey’s most tensed area each time. Her face began to redden and her body felt hot to his touch. Eventually she began to respond with light, contented moans.
Kyle grinned in triumph.
Gradually his movements became more urgent and Lindsey could feel her body tensing as the pressure within her built, becoming almost unbearable to keep under control. She now relished Kyle’s every thrust and found that she loved to hear Kyle’s feverish groans as they both savoured each other.
The pain had dissolved away.
“Lindsey, oh Lindsey,” Kyle moaned in a low husky voice.
Lindsey moved her hands slowly up and down Kyle’s back, digging her nails in slightly as she lost herself to the pleasure of their sin. She couldn’t even remember why she had fought against Kyle’s embrace to begin with; she couldn’t recall her own name.
Suddenly Lindsey’s cries became higher and more urgent as Kyle grew faster and far less gentle. Lindsey knew then she was coming undone and she begged Kyle to continue. She was desperate for her release.
“Come for me,” Kyle hissed into Lindsey’s ear. “Come, my love.”
The world seemed to collapse around Lindsey and she squeezed her eyes shut. A wave of sheer ecstasy struck her hard, making her body shudder and clench as she arched her hips up, almost coming off of the bed.
Her loud cries echoed around her, but Lindsey could not feel them leave her body. Her cries were soon joined by Kyle’s own throaty groans, as he too felt his world shatter around him.
And then there was silence.
Kyle carefully slid himself next to Lindsey and pulled her close. He held her tight and sighed happily as they lay together, revelling in the act they had just committed together.
Lindsey’s eyes flickered open. Her head was light and her body was limp, but she was slowly gaining resolve.
She gazed ahead, still feeling the aftershock of what had happened. She was silent as Kyle held her to him and she wished over and over to reverse time. Guilt and disgust strained her stomach, making her feel sick as she recalled the images in her mind. Lindsey had given in. She had let herself succumb to Kyle’s charm and now he had one of the most precious things Lindsey had possessed and claimed her for his own.
She closed her eyes as Kyle ran his fingers through Lindsey’s long locks. His breath was hot on her cheek and before Lindsey could refuse, Kyle kissed her softly.
“My mother,” he murmured. “She never let me play with her hair, Lindsey.”
Opening her eyes, Lindsey turned to face Kyle to discover how he gazed at her. His eyes were big and full of admiration as he watched her, searching, hoping to find the same reaction within her. Lindsey gazed back in a mixture of fear and interest; she wanted to know more about Kyle. How could someone become so twisted enough they would kidnap for love?
“Kyle,” Lindsey breathed gently. “Tell me about your childhood.”
Kyle smirked, rolling his eyes.
“Are you a psychologist now, Lindsey dear?” He asked her sarcastically. His eyes examined her, full of a playful sprit Lindsey had only seen a glimmer of before. Kyle was calm; he had got what he wanted.
“You probably think I need one,” he joked lightly.
Lindsey smiled faintly, fighting the urge to nod in agreement.
“Please,” she said quietly. “You already know a lot about me, I think it would be fair if I knew more about you.”
“Fair, Lindsey?” Kyle mused with a raised eyebrow. “Who said life was fair? Haven’t you learned that by now?”
Lindsey pursed her lips and avoided his gaze whilst she gained composure. She wanted to ask Kyle about his mother, she wanted to ask him so many other questions too, but at least this would be a start.
“My mother wasn’t the most saintly of people, Lindsey,” Kyle began in a low voice. His eyes seemed to slowly glaze over as he recalled his mother from his suppressed memories. “Nor was she really sane.”
Lindsey frowned and opened her mouth to speak.
“I don’t want your pity, Lindsey,” Kyle insisted in a light growl. “Listen. And then we will sleep. No more talk of what was.” He paused, watching as Lindsey nodded in submission to his request. “We never had much money after my father died, but we always seemed to get by. Money was not the problem; it was that my mother, she could not cope alone. She had wanted a child for years and now she had one…She loathed it.”
Lindsey listened closely.
“She said I was the Devil’s child,” Kyle told her, his voice barely audible. “She blamed the death of my father on my existence and eventually she hated me so much Lindsey, she just blocked me out completely.”
Lindsey swallowed heavily, finding it hard not to feel sympathy for Kyle. Her thoughts had turned from her own self-pity to him and in her mind she was almost trying to justify Kyle’s actions. He had wanted someone to love and therefore took her, not knowing any better. But no, Lindsey told herself firmly, this was no excuse for what Kyle had done. She could not let him weaken her defences, even if Kyle was telling her the truth.
“I was alone most of the time,” Kyle went on calmly. “Eventually I found some friends I could depend on.”
“And then you came along,” Kyle said with a smile. “And everything changed from there on.”
Lindsey stared into Kyle’s eyes, watching as they burned brightly now. He had locked up the bad memories once more.
His grip tightened around Lindsey, surprising her.
“It won’t be like that for us, Lindsey,” he promised her firmly. “We’ll have love and money. We’ll have everything.”
Lindsey bit down on her lip, but said nothing.
“I love you Lindsey,” Kyle smiled. “You are my light.”
Lindsey closed her eyes, pained again by Kyle’s confession. She let herself fall back into her thoughts, which were chaotic and twisted. She kept thinking about Kyle’s bad childhood and then her mind would wander to what they had just done together. All of her thoughts were then interrupted with the idea that she would never leave Kyle. It was clear he had no intention of letting her go. In his own twisted way he loved her, and now they had made love their forged bond was stronger than ever before.
“Goodnight, Lindsey,” she heard Kyle murmur as he turned out the bedside light. “Dream well.”
Lindsey was silent.
Chapter Ten
Soft music woke Lindsey from her light sleep. F
eeling refreshed, she slowly rose from the covers, only realising then she was not in her own bed. She knew she would never get used to waking in Kyle’s home.
Sighing, she looked to the space beside her, seeing that Kyle was not there. Lindsey frowned lightly, biting down on her pink bottom lip as her bare body reminded her of last night’s events. Her skin began to tingle as her own urgent cries of delight echoed in her mind, reminding her of how she yielded to him, surrendering her defences completely.
Kyle had not taken her body; Lindsey had given it to him.
Thereupon Lindsey felt a tinge of regret in her belly, making her stomach tighten and clench. But how could she resist Kyle? He knew how to lure her, charm her; he had seduced her like the inexperienced virgin she was and promised her pleasure like never before. And Kyle had delivered.
Lindsey’s toes curled as she recalled the wave of ecstasy and how it overwhelmed her every sense, slowly building up pressure, driving her insane, until it was released. Yes, Kyle had played her like an instrument. He had taken from her exactly what he had set out to have.
Once she was dressed and her long, dark locks were brushed, she headed down stairs, keeping her footsteps soft and silent as she reached the hallway. The front door beckoned her, the light shining through its window. Lindsey’s fingers graced down the cool glass, tracing the lines. She sighed lightly, moving her hand onto the handle of the door. With little hope she tried it, only to find that it was locked as always.
Following the music, Lindsey found herself in the living room, where Kyle was sat at the piano busy playing another melody. He glanced up at her and continued to play with a bright smile upon his face. The music was cheery and uplifting; helping Lindsey to relax as she cautiously approached the man who had changed her life completely.
