by Alexx Andria
That seemed to get through to her. Holly gulped and scrambled away, pressing herself against the wooden headboard. “You’ll leave me alone?”
“For now,” I grumbled, not wishing to give her the impression that I was soft. “But if you keep pissing me off, I can’t promise anything. Understand?”
Holly nodded slowly, finally glancing around the room. It was only slightly better than the living room.
Before she could get any bright ideas, I grabbed her hands with the intent to tie them again but her whimper made me pause.
“Please…my wrists hurt,” she said.
“And that’s supposed to matter to me why?” I countered softly.
“I won’t run.”
“Why wouldn’t you? I would.”
“Because I don’t know where I am.”
Fair point. “Something tells me you’re a smart girl, you’d figure out a way home.”
Holly bit her lip. I wanted to run my tongue along that pink divide. “I’ll make you a deal,” I surprised her by saying. At her wary silence, I said, “Either I tie your hands or you sleep buck naked. Take your pick.”
Holly’s eyes widened. “That’s hardly a fair deal.”
“I didn’t say anything about it being fair,” I replied. “Here’s how I see it…either I tie your hands so I can secure you to the bed or I take all your clothes and take the risk that you aren’t willing to walk naked through a bad neighborhood in a place you don’t know, on the off-chance that you might find a way home.”
I could fairly see the wheels turning in her little mind. She was right — it wasn’t fair. But I wasn’t interested in fair. I was interested in winning.
“Y-you won’t touch me?” she ventured, chewing that delectable bottom lip.
I scoffed, if only for my own benefit, “I have better offers waiting for me than a short, plump chick with a bitchy disposition.”
The lies tripped off my tongue so easily.
I liked her curves. All that curvy flesh. A nice fat ass and a banging rack. And that was just her body. Holly wasn’t ugly by any means.
I mean, those glasses were kind of hot.
In a dirty secretary sort of way.
Holly lifted her chin as if relieved by my rejection but I sensed it was an act. I could practically feel the pain of her bruised feelings.
Well, fuck it; life sucks, princess. I wasn’t trying to make friends.
“Yes, I’m sure the women are lined up to hitch their cart to your busted ass wagon,” Holly returned, shocking me with salt. A slow smile tugged at my lips. Yeah, I was fairly certain Little Miss Prissy Pants was a firecracker in bed because that kind of spirit was hard to contain. “I mean, I’m sure you’re a real catch.” She purposefully let her gaze wander the shitty little house, implying that this was all I had to offer someone.
“Damn, girl. You got claws hiding behind those soft paws, don’t you?”
Holly couldn’t stop the indignant blush.
I let my smile fade. “Make your choice. Tied or Naked.”
Her voice was barely audible. “Naked.”
Ahhh, girl. Good choice.
Chapter 8
Holly
I tried not to move.
But I was intensely aware of my own body lying next to Cason. I’d never slept beside anyone.
I’d never had a real boyfriend.
Hence, the whole “I’m still a virgin” confession.
I could smell him.
And it wasn’t awful.
No, in fact, it was…spicy and male.
Almost…delicious.
Was that an appropriate way to describe my captor?
No.
It was something an idiot would say.
I liked to think I wasn’t an idiot.
And yet, I was inhaling deeply, trying to catch another whiff of whatever yummy scent was coming off him in waves.
Like my nose was being assaulted by sexy smells.
“You should bathe more often,” I said with a delicate sniff. “All I can smell is you.”
That part was true.
I added, “It’s turning my stomach.”
That part was a lie.
His silence was unnerving.
“I suppose you’re accustomed to sleeping beside a stranger but I’m not,” I said, trying to find a comfortable spot on a lumpy bed. I wiggled a little, wanting to turn on my side but that would leave my backside facing him and frankly, I wasn’t that brave.
But I never slept on my back and I knew sleep wouldn’t find me in this position.
Unlike Cason, who seemed completely at peace.
Was he already asleep?
Of course he was.
I was nothing to him but a pawn. Why wouldn’t he sleep peacefully? He had what he thought was the winning move.
His slow, even breathing was soothing, even if I wanted to stuff a pillow over his scruffy face.
A thought occurred to me. If he was already asleep…maybe I could grab my clothes and run.
That could work, I realized with a sliver of hope.
I needed to bide my time, wait to make sure he was in deep sleep before I tried anything.
That seemed doable.
After what seemed like an eternity, Cason started lightly snoring and I knew it was my time to go. I cast a short smirk his way. And he’d asked if I snored? Ha.
I slid my feet over the side of the bed and gently tried to maneuver away from him without jostling the bed too much.
But just as I was about to slink out of the bed, an iron grip on my wrist caused me to yelp.
“Where are you going, baby girl?” he asked, his voice roughened by sleep.
“I…I…have to use the bathroom,” I said, thinking fast.
“Need help?”
“No,” I said, horrified. “Eww.”
Cason chuckled and released my wrist. “Make it quick.”
Damn it. Of all the bad luck, Cason was an incredibly light sleeper it seemed. And now I had to pretend that I needed to use the bathroom so he didn’t become suspicious.
The pale moonlight cast an eerie glow around the room, casting shadows on the walls that seemed to move if I stared too long.
The moonlight might as well be a floodlight seeing as I was naked as a jaybird.
And I was supposed to traipse across the room to the bathroom like it was no big deal?
I cast a surreptitious look Cason’s way. His eyes were still closed.
“Either do it or get back in bed,” Cason grumbled, prompting me to move quickly.
I scuttled to the bathroom and shut the door, flipping the light as I breathed for the first time since Cason had abducted me.
The bathroom was cramped, like everything else in this place, and definitely home to a bachelor. I don’t think that bathroom had seen a toilet brush in years. I might as well be using an outhouse.
As luck would have it, I did have to pee.
Good gravy. I’d rather pee in the sink.
I hovered over the nasty bowl, careful not to let anything touch my skin. I wasn’t sure if I could get hepatitis from a toilet seat but I wasn’t taking any chances.
For all I knew, I could become Patient Zero from whatever was lurking on that porcelain.
Right about now, I was lamenting my lack of gym time as I squatted, using thigh muscles that I didn’t know I had.
I flushed and cursed my luck. There had to be a way out of this mess.
Clearly, Cason didn’t believe me when I tried to tell him that Butcher wasn’t going to care about me enough to do whatever it was Cason wanted him to do.
Butcher was all about business.
I was just a loose end that he had to deal with.
Some sense of family honor tied us together but I didn’t doubt the thread was tenuous.
Maybe if I sat in the bathroom long enough, Cason would fall asleep again and then I could sneak out because I wouldn’t be disturbing the bed.
After long enough, I squared my sho
ulders and prayed for light feet.
I turned off the light and quietly opened the door, expecting to see Cason still in the bed, but he wasn’t. I yelped when he was right on the other side of the door.
“I thought maybe you’d fallen in,” he said, shocking me. Cason didn’t look sleepy at all. A hunger burned bright in his eyes as he let his gaze roam my body.
Heat warmed my cheeks as I fought the urge to cover myself. He surely couldn’t see much in this light. But Cason made me feel as if he’d just seen everything I had to offer and wanted his tongue to taste each place his stare had touched.
My breath caught as my heart quickened.
My insides felt like jelly.
My legs trembled.
My fingers itched to touch all that hard flesh, to marvel at the sheer strength encased in supple skin.
My lips parted as if readying for a punishing kiss.
No one had ever made me feel this way.
And thank God, for that, a voice reminded me shrilly.
Cason was a bad man.
He kidnapped you, forced you to strip, and had more than once threatened to take whatever he wanted, including your virginity!
Yeah, not the kind of guy every girl hoped to end up with.
Not the kind of guy you could take home to the parents.
Not that I had parents.
“Now, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were deliberating pushing my buttons, sweetheart. Do you want to see how far I can be pushed?” Cason asked, his tone silky but dangerous.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I denied, swallowing. “I had to pee.”
“So you weren’t trying to wait me out so you could bail?” he asked with a small smirk. Of course, he knew that was exactly my plan!
“No,” I lied.
“Hmm…you’re a terrible liar,” he said, pulling me out of the bathroom. I stumbled after him, hating how easily he maneuvered me. I wasn’t used to being man-handled.
A shameful part of me actually found it arousing, but then the logical part of me, screeched about how I shouldn’t enjoy being tossed around like a piece of meat.
I expected him to flop onto the bed after me, completely ignoring my presence as he had before but that wasn’t his plan at all.
“What are you doing?” I managed with a small squeak as he climbed my body, stationing himself above me, those strong arms bracketing my head. “You said you wouldn’t…”
“I never said that,” he corrected softly. I shivered, painfully aware of how quickly my nipples had hardened. “I…I promise I’ll go to sleep.”
“I don’t think you’re tired,” Cason said.
“I am,” I protested, my breath shallow. Cason was sucking up all the oxygen in the room. He was the only thing that existed at that moment. The ripple of muscle in his forearms sent a tingle of something straight to my lady parts. I squeezed my eyes shut. “See? So tired.”
“You say you’re a virgin,” Cason said and my eyes popped open warily.
“Yeah…”
“So you’ve never had a man between your legs,” he said.
“Generally that’s what that means,” I replied, shifting with indignity. “Please get off me.”
But he did the opposite and settled his weight fully on top of me.
OHMYGOD, was that his…?
It was.
Cason’s PENIS was wedged between my legs with nothing but a thin blanket between us. I could feel something nudging me, rubbing against something else that felt torturously good.
Something that made me want to grind my hips against him.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” I asked, trying to sound bored but even to my own ears, I sounded Marilyn Monroe-breathy. Happy Birthday, Mr. Pressssident. Happy birthday…to youuuuu.
“You make me want to fuck you raw, just to prove a point,” he said.
“I’d hate to waste your time when you have so many better offers out there,” I tossed at him, trying not to shift my body so that his erection rubbed against me harder.
It was hard to maintain the frost in my tone when I was melting inside. But he sure as hell didn’t need to know that.
I would die before letting him know that he affected me at all.
“Kiss me.”
His request startled me. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“No.”
“Kiss me or I’ll kiss you.”
“What’s the difference?”
He chuckled, as if amused by my naivety. “Because if I kiss you…I get to pick where I put my lips.”
Ohhhh. Myyyyy. God.
Chapter 9
Cason
I knew I should’ve just rolled off and gone to sleep.
But once I was on top…my cock had other plans.
My cock was likely to split in half if it hardened any further.
I wanted to bury myself inside Holly.
I wanted to feel my balls slapping against her generous ass.
I wanted to swallow her cries as I planted myself between her thighs.
But I couldn’t.
I was many things but I wasn’t a rapist.
However, as much as Holly wanted to pretend that she wasn’t aroused, made me that much more interested in calling her out.
Virgin, my ass.
The night was relatively young and I’d caught my second wind. I could toy with her for hours.
And that sounded like the best fucking plan ever.
Suddenly, she puckered up and pecked my lips with hers, saying briskly, “There. I kissed you. Now get off.”
“That wasn’t a kiss.”
“Our lips touched.”
“That was…a kiss you give your 95-year-old grandfather who smells like moth balls.”
“Maybe you’re nearly as repulsive,” she replied with a shrug.
“Since I call bullshit on that kiss, I’ll take that as a forfeit on your choice. My turn.” The plan had been to scare her, freak her out a bit, but when I ripped the thin bedding away from her curves, I nearly swallowed my tongue at the luscious pussy before me. Her creamy white skin gleamed in the milky light while a thatch of curls dusted her folds. It was too dark to see the color but I imagined they were only slightly darker than the strawberry blonde on her head.
Holly gasped and quickly covered her face with embarrassment. “What are you doing?” she cried, squeezing her legs together. “Stop it.”
But I couldn’t stop gazing at the sweet vee calling to me. Her hips flared nicely, widening with womanly curves that made my balls ache.
“I told you to pick,” I reminded her darkly as I moved down her belly, inhaling the musky charm of her pussy. She shuddered as I slowly dragged my tongue across the seam of her folds, teasing the damp curls as I burrowed deeper, seeking out that little button that made women scream.
Holly drew a sharp breath and stiffened as if an electrical current had just coursed through her. Her breath came out in tiny pants as her fingers fisted in the blanket.
I loved eating pussy but eating Holly…fuck, there weren’t words.
I gripped her hips and dragged her to my mouth so I could get a better position. I wanted to suck her clit and stick my finger up her ass. I wanted to hear her moan my name as I made her come so hard her toes cramped.
I wanted to brand her brain with the memory of my tongue so she never forgot I was the one who’d rocked her world.
Yeah, I’d started off wanting to mess with her…but I quickly realized, I was messing with something I’d never experienced.
Something…dangerous.
You’ve had your fun, now stop.
But I couldn’t. I was ravenous for her pussy, her taste.
I buried my face between her legs.
Sucking and teasing.
Nipping.
Swirling.
Flicking.
Her cries became tortured moans as she began to shake.
Fuck me, I wanted more.
I wanted her limp with exhaustion, too sated to move.
“Ohhhh!” The sharp intake of breath as Holly stiffened was the hottest sound I’d ever heard. She crashed, crying out as she came, whimpering as aftershocks continued to clench her womb. Her glorious tits were hard as pebbles, pointing proudly to the ceiling as she struggled to breathe.
But I wasn’t finished.
I climbed her body and firmly claimed her mouth, letting her taste her own musk on my tongue. I penetrated her lips as I had her pussy, demanding that she submit, that she soften, which she did with the sweetest yield, accepting my tongue as it tangled with hers. I took her mouth without mercy.
Finally, I pulled away. Holly’s lips glistened in the dim light from my sensual assault.
I gazed at the beauty of all that soft feminine flesh beneath me and said in a low tone that she would never forget, “Now that was a kiss, baby girl..”
She made a small mewling sound as her eyelids fluttered shut and my little captive was out.
I ignored my rock hard cock and closed my eyes, too.
Sleep found me nearly as quick and before long, I was out.
Chapter 10
Holly
I awoke with a start, bleary-eyed and disoriented by the foreign surroundings until the memory came crashing back within a heartbeat.
I clutched the blanket to my naked chest and swiveled my gaze to see Cason sacked out, one arm flung over his eyes, his sensual mouth parted as he slept.
Cason had…I swallowed the mortification stuck in my throat…he had kissed me.
Not an ordinary kiss.
He’d…gone down on me.
The only man who’d ever done that to me was the man who’d stolen me.
The man who had no care for my well-being, nor was he shy about his plans to use me against my brother.
Cason had touched my most private of places and I’d been helpless to stop the crushing wave of pleasure that’d nearly drowned me.
I closed my eyes, trying not to dwell.
I may be a virgin, but I wasn’t a nun. I mean, I’d experimented with stuff. I’d never gone so far as to stick a cucumber up my hoo-hah but I’d used a a tiny pocket vibrator a few times.
It was really cute, fit in my purse.
