Steal Me (Longshadows Book 1)

by Natalia Banks

  She nodded, her lungs icy, muscles twitching and pulling beyond her ability to control them. Then she felt the holes over her nostrils open, one after the other, the careful mastery of a small knife bringing life-saving oxygen back into her lungs. She took in a heaving breath, her body relaxing, but only just a bit. But when he dropped her onto the bed, her relaxation disappeared and she tensed up, ready for what was to come, and who was to cum.

  He pulled off his clothes—she knew because she could hear the belt buckle fall to the floor, the shoes clunking as he kicked them away from the bed. She could feel his weight push the mattress down as he sat next to her, on her back. She wriggled, but her arms were useless, her legs locked together, her thighs pressed tight.

  His hands traced the curves of her body, her hips and her shoulders, and breasts, his fingers finding the nape of her neck, sending an electrical hum through her chest and down to her cocooned crotch.

  He tapped her leg, checking the smoothness of her encasement, the strength of its integrity. It would hold; they both knew that. It would hold her for the rest of her life, if that’s what Carter wanted.

  At that moment, it was what she wanted, more than she’d wanted anything in her life.

  But Carter was only getting warmed up. He reached over, and she could sense his hand close to her face. He tenderly caressed her encased cheek and she could barely feel it. He stroke her hair, exposed on the top of her head. His big hands found her chin, gently pushing upward just a bit, the slightest bit of pressure which made her flinch and whine.

  His hand moved quickly to her nose, thumb and index finger pinching her nostrils closed. She reacted quickly, her body flexing, her head jerking to free herself. Carter let go and she panted, nostrils wheezing as she sucked in some air before his hand returned, pinching her off, hard and deliberate. He waited, her body bucking and writhing, flopping like a fish on the deck of a boat before he let go again, air rushing into her lungs, her mind dizzy, her ears and eyes worthless.

  That big hand came down again, blood becoming instantly cold in her veins as she pulled against that cellophane, her arms and legs still pitifully pinned.

  No, stop, she wanted to scream, please, stop!

  Yet she didn’t, and she wouldn’t have if she could.

  That clamping hand didn’t return; Kat relaxed a bit, her breath panted,her heart pounding. But she knew something else was coming, and she wouldn’t have to wait long to find out what it was.

  Thump. Thump.

  She knew right away that the dull thud hitting her plastic-wrapped body was Carter’s engorged cock—rock hard—knocking at her cocoon in a blind effort to find a weak spot, to get in, to get to her and ravage her.

  She couldn’t wait.

  Thump, thump, thump.

  Creeping higher and higher, past her stomach, toward her chest, despite her fruitless struggle.

  Thump, thump, thump.

  It smacked her tits, pressed tight against her body, turns to the left or right unable to secure her privacy or her security as he smacked his cock against her even harder, slowly approaching her face.

  Thump, thump, thump.

  He reached he face, thudding that hard cock against it again and again, from each side, hard and incessant, knocking onto her nose, her chin, her cheeks.

  Thump, thump, thump. Thump, thump, thump.

  Kat pulled and writhed—thump and pull and squirm and whine—a frustrated moan leaking out of her nostrils. It all began to swirl around her—a surreal experience—bound tight and pummeled by the teasing touch of a cock she wanted so desperately to hold, to take into her mouth and her pussy. They were both closed off, sealed, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not free herself.

  But Carter knew she was ready, and a swift brush of that knife between her legs freed them. Once she sensed that the knife was out of the way, she kicked hard, more to the side than up to avoid a cut. She needn’t have worried, or have bothered.

  With one swift, certain move, Carter flipped her over, while she grunted and growled behind her plastic gag. He slapped her a few times, the plastic wrap holding above her waist, her fingers reaching out to find nothing within their grasp.

  Her pussy was already hot and wet, ready, anxious for his incredible cock. Her senses may have been blurred and obstructed, but her pussy was bare and alight with nerves, and it told Kat’s brain everything she needed to know. He slid in that sheathed monster, seemingly even bigger and thicker than before, if that were possible. She clamped down as that massive erection pushed into her warm entrance, her strong little muscles holding tight even as that thick cock came at her, harder and faster. He plunged deeper, knowing what she could take, reading her body like a book. He pushed down at the small of her back, greater pressure sending waves of pleasure through her bound body. She tried with greater strength to pull her arms free, strength and energy building up inside her with no place to go and no way to get there.

  Faster, harder, deeper, Kat couldn’t get away and she couldn’t get closer; she couldn’t participate other than to be throttled by his incredible manhood: in and out, circular patterns both clockwise and counter, breaking up the established rhythm to even greater effect. Pull and twist, pound and buck, she could only push herself against the mattress, backward against him, clenching so tight with her little muscle mound, her nerves rattling, her teeth clenched, eyes locked shut behind her plastic blindfold.

  Breath wheezed through the holes over her nostrils—a strained and labored way to stay alive. But the rush to her brain was unique and undeniable, and she felt like she was getting high just laying there getting fucked—killed and reborn at the same time, becoming the butterfly that would come out of that plastic cocoon, the masterpiece yielded from the lifeless stone.

  But the real masterpiece was Kat’s orgasm, already roiling inside her, once again ready to burst forth and overtake her body, run rampant through her like an unchained beast. She felt like she’d been cumming since he dragged her into that car, though he knew that had only been the beginning of a long process of creating this body-shaking eruption. Now that creation was nearly complete, and Carter’s cock was the spoon to stir the pot—bubbling and hot and steamy, filling the crevices of her body to overflow, her body shaking with the power of its gradual rise. She screamed into the plastic wrap, her lips pressed tight, as her cum pulsed through her, growing stronger and more chaotic the more Carter fucked her. Pounding and screaming until she was in tears, Kat sobbed into that Saran Wrap, wriggling and pulling and wrenching as her greater strength gave her no advantage other than the most glorious sensation she’d ever experienced.

  And it just wouldn’t stop.

  Neither would Carter, skillfully ramming her with his rigid rod, shaking and tilting, tireless, only getting stronger as she melted in front of him.

  Over the next two hours he spun her around, lifted her up and pinned her against the wall, mounted her like the beast he was, until she was a limp with sweat and crumbling plastic wrap, falling away from her dewy skin. She fell asleep on his chest, euphoria swirling through her in waves.

  This time, he stayed the night.

  Chapter 19

  Kat

  As Carter got dressed the next morning, a somber silence filled the bedroom. Kat said, “I’m glad you stayed.” He glanced at her and smiled, saying nothing. Still in bed, the sheets pulled over her breasts, she went on, “I-I guess I don’t have to admit that I’ve been, um, thinking about you since the last time…a lot.”

  Carter turned to her, putting his big hand on her leg. “I guess I can admit that I have too. When I found out you requested another visit, I-I wasn’t disappointed.”

  She smiled, hair falling mussed over her face. Her heart was pounding in her chest. “I know there are lots of rules about all this, what you do for Ms. McBride, but…is there a chance that we could see each other, um, outside of your business, I mean?”

  Carter nodded. “It’s true, there are rules about that. Ms. McBride run
s a pretty tight ship. But I do what I want, Kathleen. I may work for Ms. McBride, but I think you’ll find I’m very much my own man.”

  “Oh, I don’t doubt that,” she said with a little grin. Suddenly the silence around them wasn’t so somber.

  Jackie climbed out onto the fire escape and lit a Marlboro. “So…was it as good the second time?”

  “Totally,” she said, hands splayed as she sat down with a hot cup of tea. “Well, it was different, y’know? There’s only one first time, but…I just can’t wait for the third.”

  Jackie’s eyes lit up. “Babe, how’re you going to pay for that?”

  “Oh, we’re not, I mean, it’s not gonna be a pro thing.”

  “You mean…you’re dating?”

  “I don’t know! But we’re going out tomorrow night.” Kat giggled excitedly, a genuine smile plastering her face. “Oh, but you can’t tell Tia McBride—high-level secret, maximum security.”

  “Got it, locked in the vault. But, I mean, are you worried she’ll see you?”

  Kat shrugged. “There are so many people in New York, Jackie; what are the odds we’ll run into her?”

  Jackie had no answer; she’d only just stumbled over the question. She took a heavy draw on the cigarette, smoke pouring out of her nostrils. “Might even make it more fun, like you’re sneaking around, in danger of getting caught. I used to do that on the phone all the time.”

  “Oh yeah, the public sex thing, huh? That does sound…interesting.” Kat’s mind flashed on a dozen hot images, but they could only be a distraction. There were other things on her mind. “So, speaking of first times, how was yours?”

  “It wasn’t bad,” Jackie said with some surprise. “Little fella—wanted me to pretend I was a terrorist and he was the president of the United States. We shot a video of him urging the citizens to stay calm; it was a real trip.”

  “Did he give you the go word?”

  “Give it to me? He practically jammed it down my throat.”

  Kat leaned forward with new intrigue. “And…?”

  “I really shouldn’t say.”

  “Oh c’mon, you can tell me!” Kat urged, practically salivating at hearing the details.

  After a moment of doubting silence, Jackie nodded and both the girls broke out in a childish laughter. “You say he was a little fella?”

  “Tiny, like a button on a fur coat.” The girls burst out laughing. “But that didn’t matter, ’cause he wanted me to give it to him. Used a strap-on.”

  “What? He had a strap-on?”

  “No.” After another knowing silence came another burst of laughter, Jackie sucking down another hearty drag and letting it slither out of her nose and mouth.

  “So, you think you’d do it again?”

  Jackie looked around with a devilish grin. “Oh hell, yes! Two thousand dollars a shot? I need the money.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  Jackie shook her head. “Phone sex ain’t what it used to be. But this other thing? Hell, I think I might even come to like it!”

  Ben crossed his cramped little apartment, Kat following him in and closing the door behind her. She checked to make sure it wasn’t locked.

  “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

  “Ben, c’mon, let’s talk about this like adults.”

  Ben rolled his eyes and turned, belly out to face her. She knew there was no longer any reason for him to be sucking in his gut on her account. “Oh, I know how adult you are, you and that big gorilla you’re fucking.”

  “All right, knock it off. He’s got nothing to do with this. I do what I want in my personal life. But I’m staying in New York, and we’ve got a business together, so we’re just going to have to find a way to work around this.”

  “Already got one. First of all, I’m opening in The Producers; my new agent thinks I’ll be working the rest of the year, probably into next.”

  “So your career’s taking off. That’s great, Ben. I know we don’t see eye-to-eye on everything, but I’m still really happy for you; I do wish you the best.”

  “Uh-huh. Also, I’m suing you.” He said matter-of-factly.

  “You what?” Her eyes bulged out in disbelief.

  “I’m dissolving the company and taking the assets, the client list, payroll, everything.”

  “But…why? On what grounds?”

  “Incompetence and negligence. Painting the wrong animals—your balloon sculptures are a joke. You can’t handle this business anymore, Kathleen, for whatever reasons.” Kat was utterly stunned, unable to find the words to express her shock and outrage. So Ben went on, “And don’t even think about sending that big ape after me either. I’ve made preparations.”

  “You’ve—? Ben, this is fucking crazy.”

  “No, this is the way it is actually. In fact, I think we probably shouldn’t be talking to one another at all…for legal purposes, you understand,” he said with a smarmy arrogance. He crossed to the door and pulled it open. “If you don’t mind.”

  “Fine,” she said, stepping out of the apartment. “See you around.”

  “See you in court,” he snapped back, slamming the door shut behind her.

  Chapter 20

  Kat

  The U.S.S. Intrepid loomed over the bay which bore its name. Kayakers glided along the calm surface of the bay, the more turbulent waters farther out. Kat had never tried stand-up paddle boarding, but as she expected, it was a lot harder than it looked.

  The instructor was a pretty but sun-worn young woman with a chiseled core. Her physical strength, from being out on the water all day, was evident. “Stability, stroke, speed, and water awareness,” she said, but Kat was still having trouble with stability. As soon as she found her grounding, trying to paddle threw her balance off again.

  Carter stood on his board next to hers—a master of the little amusement, he was stable enough to support them both. Kat’s naked legs were strong beneath her, muscles flexing to secure a decent footing, but the board became wobbly, and her posture faltered. She spent as much time reaching out, clinging to Carter, as she did mastering the principles of stand-up paddling. But not only didn’t she mind so much, she suspected Carter knew that’s how the afternoon would work out, and that he was glad for it, as well.

  In fact, she felt after a while that she was getting the hang of it, but it was still more fun to hold onto Carter with his immensely strong and muscular body. She smiled to herself, pretending the new task was just too much for her. Not so different than the role-playing, she told herself, not really a lie. It lets him be dominant, lets me be frail and delicate. It’s fun!

  What could possibly be the harm?

  Eleven Madison Park was as ritzy a place as Kat had ever seen. Around her, black jackets mingled with silk dresses, her own elegant backless the very best one she owned. After cleaning up and styling her hair into a sophisticated bun with ringlets hanging down over the side of her face, she still felt outclassed by the other clientele.

  But not Carter—he stood tall and proud in his tuxedo, magnificent, his blond hair pulled back in a ponytail to better reveal his strong, angular features. They were seated at a little table, but even after a while, no menus were left at the table.

  Carter asked her, “Will you be having the aged beef or the roast duck?”

  Kat blushed, feeling slightly out of her comfort zone, but still enjoying every moment. She glanced around, noting the colorful dishes and busy wait staff. “Is that all they have?”

  He chuckled. “The only choice is for the main course. The fifteen others are the chef’s choice.”

  Kat wasn’t sure she’d heard that right. “Sixteen courses? I can’t eat that much food!”

  “They’re not big. It’s a lot of fun though.”

  She decided not to question it. The courses came quickly and with a lot of style. A savory crab ceviche tostada, and chilled oysters under mignonette snow adorned their plates. A smoked sturgeon above smoldering embers was revealed under a glass cloche with a puff of
smoke. The black and red caviar were served with rye crisps and cream cheese.

  Kat was revelling in her surroundings and the slight buzz from the crisp champagne and the gorgeous man on her arm. Never in her life had she experienced anything close to this. Her senses were swimming, salt and savory juices on her tongue, cool champagne to wash it all down.

  “I have to say, Carter, this meal is extraordinary! I guess kidnapping women really pays off.” After a moment of a little doubt, she added, “It’s just women…right?”

  Carter chuckled and nodded. “I don’t do badly,” he said. “Though I really think of it more as a hobby.”

  “Is that so?” They each chewed and sipped, and she enjoyed piercing the cloak of mystery around that amazing man. “You drive Uber during the days?”

  He thought about that for a moment, then broke out laughing. “No, I, um, I’m…I’m quite financially set, actually.” Kat tried to remain casual. He sighed, pausing a moment. “My family’s the real source of it, to tell you the truth. Pharmacon: they make pharmaceuticals, HIV cocktails, things like that. Made a bloody fortune…and I do mean bloody. The way they all overcharge for such things, it’s…it’s criminal.” The playful look on his face, from moments before, quickly disappeared.

  “I see.”

  “I-I never wanted anything to do with it, at least not as soon as I became old enough to know better.”

  “But you don’t mind spending their money?”

  Carter wasn’t amused. “My mother had money of her own; when she died she left it to me. With that I did some investing, put together a portfolio—a nest-egg. It gets me by.”

  She could only ogle the amazing restaurant around them. “I should say so.” After a few curious moments, Kat felt comfortable enough to ask, “So, um, why do you do it then—the kidnappings?”

  Carter took a sip of champagne. “Why do you do it?”

  She smiled right back. “I asked you first.”