Tie her? Intriguing. Early on in their relationship she’d mentioned her curiosity about being tied down, but he hadn’t seemed into the idea. Since she’d never tried it, it hadn’t mattered to her one way or the other, so she’d let the notion go. Had he remembered? Or was this a new idea on his part?
Whichever it was, she wanted it. Being stripped naked, tied so he could access whatever part of her he wanted . . . . She moaned, and immediately clapped her hand over her mouth when he glared at her.
“What the fuck was that?”
“Sorry,” she said.
“You’d better be.” He spun her around and brought his hand down on her ass, hard enough to sting. “Don’t do it again or I’ll give you worse.”
Worse? The smack hadn’t been bad. It wouldn’t do for him to know that, though. A kidnapping victim wouldn’t be likely to want her kidnapper to spank her. She just nodded and kept her mouth shut.
“Hmm. Where the heck can I tie you?” Joseph walked over to the straight-backed, wooden chair at one of the desks. “This might work to start with. Won’t be able to fuck you, but I can have the rest of my fun. You’re nothing but my little play toy now, bitch. That’s the only reason I broke into that pretty house of yours, because I wanted a new toy.”
“You don’t break your toys, do you?”
“Sometimes I do. Especially when they talk too much. I guess you really do want that gag in your mouth, don’t you.”
“No. Please.”
“If I feel like breaking my toys, I break them. If I feel like keeping them around to play with longer, that’s what I do. In other words, you don’t know what I’ll decide to do, so if I were you, I wouldn’t give me a reason to break you.”
He had to have practiced this for days. The Joseph she knew was too quiet and mild to say half the things he’d said tonight. All because she’d mentioned her kidnapping fantasy to him. She’d known she’d married a good man, but she hadn’t realized how far he would go for her.
“Get over here.”
She walked across the room to the chair. Joseph grabbed the bottom of her shirt and shoved it up. “Be careful, you’ll rip it,” she protested.
“You think I give a shit?” But he pulled it more gently up to her chest. “Take it off. The bra too.”
She obeyed. Her nipples stiffened in the cool air of the room.
“Looks like you’re excited,” Joseph sneered. “You some kind of freak to get turned on by this?”
“I’m not turned on. It’s cold in here.” Of course she was turned on, and of course Joseph would recognize the signs. But that wasn’t part of the game.
“Too damn bad. Get the rest of your clothes off and plant your ass in this chair. You have five seconds. One.”
She couldn’t undress that fast, but she did her best. She would have made it if her feet hadn’t gotten tangled in the bottom of her slacks. She went sprawling onto the floor. Damn cheap carpet! Rug burn had never felt so painful. Joseph yanked her clothing off her feet and threw it across the room. “What kind of idiot are you? You don’t even know how to take your clothes off?”
Tears stung her eyes. He was just playing, she reminded herself. Maybe he was getting a little carried away, but he didn’t really think she was an idiot. It was just part of the role. Most kidnappers wouldn’t be too sympathetic if their captives fell. “I’m sorry.”
“Get up.” He looked into her eyes, and she saw concern in his before he turned away. “You broken yet?”
A kidnapper-ish way of asking if she was all right, Nolie guessed. “No, I’m fine.”
She scrambled to her feet and sat in the chair. Tears trickled down her cheeks. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your plans. I . . . .” She trailed off, not wanting to admit that he’d hurt her.
“Damn right you didn’t. And you’d better not do it again.” He whipped off the ski mask. “So help me, bitch, you’d better forget what I look like. I can’t have my playtime if my face is all covered up. Guess maybe if you see me, you won’t act like such a scared little baby, huh?”
As though she could ever forget her husband’s face. He was more handsome now than the day they’d married, as far as she was concerned. But in this game, he wasn’t her loving husband, he was her evil kidnapper. “I’ll forget. Thank you.”
“Good answer. Now stay still.”
He picked up the handcuffs and fastened one side around one of Nolie’s wrists. The other cuff, he closed around one leg of the chair. “Your other hand can stay free. I might want you to use it. Spread your legs.”
She did. With the silk scarf she’d worn as a blindfold, he tied one of her legs to the chair leg. He used her slacks to tie the other leg. When he tightened that knot, she heard the slacks rip. Her favorite work slacks. Just before she snapped at him, she bit her tongue. Now wasn’t the time to say anything. After this little game was over, she’d make him buy her a new pair. Right after he fixed the sliding door at home. Secured to the chair, she was completely vulnerable. He would be able to touch any part of her he wanted.
She hoped he would start soon.
But he made her wait. “So sexy, sitting there with your tits and pussy right where I can see them. I bet you like this, don't you? I bet you're a dirty girl and you just love having a nasty stranger looking at your whole body.”
She did. Even though he wasn't really a stranger, just pretending he was made her moist. This was her wildest fantasy. God, why didn't he touch her? Why didn't he do something? If she had to wait too much longer, she might scream. As turned on as she was though, if he did touch her she still might scream. Stepping back, he folded his arms over his chest and glared at her. “Are you getting wet, you little slut? Are you scared of me like you should be, or are you excited?
Be honest, now, because if you lie I'll stuff that gag in your mouth.”
“Both.”
“Both what?”
“Scared and excited.” She shivered. The room was too cold to be naked for long.
“If I ask you something, are you going to threaten to gag me?”
“You just asked. I probably should gag you for it, but I'll give you another chance. What the hell do you want?”
“It's really cold in here. Could you turn on the heat?”
“Who the fuck do you think you are? Why would I care if you're cold or not?” He flicked one of her nipples. “Gives you these hard little things, right? You're just a toy. I don't care if my toys get cold.”
Okay, so being warm apparently wasn't part of the game. He had a point; kidnappers wouldn't care much about the comfort of their captives. She shivered. Maybe this game hadn't been such a great idea, not if it meant she was going to freeze. She hated being cold.
“Oh, for fuck's sake, fine.” He went to the heater by the window and turned it on.
“You're lucky you look good, or I wouldn't give a shit if you froze to death. Don't ask me for any more favors, though; you won't like the result.”
It took a few minutes for the room to warm up. Meanwhile, Joseph sat on the bed and stared at Nolie. Just stared, in total silence. It took a lot of effort for Nolie to keep her mouth shut. She always felt like she had to fill silences. If he didn't do or say something soon, she might go crazy.
At the same time, though, she liked having him look at her this way. His total attention was on her, which hadn't happened in months. Even in bed lately they’d both had other things on their minds. From his intense gaze, Nolie doubted Joseph had anything on his mind except her naked body. She loved it. She would love it more when he finally did something, though. Waiting for him to touch her was torture. Probably just as he intended. Finally he stood and came over to her. “You look a little anxious. Problem?”
Nolie shook her head. She wouldn't answer him. She wasn't supposed to ask for him to touch her; in this game, she should beg for him not to. No matter what she really wanted.
“You couldn't possibly be waiting for me to do this, could you?” He tweaked one of her nipples agai
n. Before she could stop herself, she moaned. “Oh, so you do like that.” He cupped both hands around her breasts. “You want to have your tits played with, huh? Even by a stranger? Even by someone who brought you here against your will?”
She couldn't answer. He was her kidnapper. If she admitted she liked what he was doing, it might piss him off. Worse, he might stop doing it. She shook her head, then reconsidered and nodded. Hell, she didn't know how to respond.
“No, you don't like it? Yes, you do? Or you don't have any clue what you like?”
He squeezed. “Nice tits. I wonder what you'd do if I tried to suck on them. These nipples of yours are pretty much begging for something.”
They were, but she wasn't sure she dared to find out what that something was. Joseph wouldn't hurt her on purpose; she knew that, but what if he got carried away?
As a kidnapper, he wasn't supposed to be gentle with her. Criminals played rough. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing; a little roughness could be kind of fun. A little. She knew her husband well, knew every move he made in the bedroom. It had been a long time since he'd varied it in any way. But now he had chosen to try something new, and it disconcerted her. She had no idea what to expect. She would never be afraid of her husband; of course not. But not knowing what would happen next made her more than a little leery. And more than a little aroused. Her pussy was wet, she could feel it. She wished she could close her legs before he noticed. If the sight of her hard nipples got him going, who knew what he might do if he saw moisture between her legs? Could he even see it? She'd never wondered before. She knew when she was excited because she could feel herself become wet, and she knew Joseph knew because he touched her and felt the moisture with his fingers. If all he did was look, not touch, would he see anything?
Why hadn't she ever thought of that in five years of marriage? Joseph's role-play was having more of an effect than she'd expected when she'd agreed to it. Maybe more than he'd thought, too.
He grasped her chin and tilted her head so she had to look him in the eye. “Don't you dare zone out on me when I'm talking to you. You like this? You like being tied here, knowing I can do whatever the fuck I want to you?”
“I . . . .”
“Answer me. Do you like this? Is it turning you on?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I don’t think I heard that. Did you just say yes?”
“Yes.” She raised her voice slightly.
“I knew you were a slut the moment I first saw you. No wonder you didn’t fight harder when I snatched you. You probably wanted this the whole time, didn’t you?”
When she didn’t answer, he pinched her nipples. “Didn’t you?”
“I-I don’t know. I don’t know what I thought would happen.” That was the truth, at least. She’d had no clue what he would do. Once he broke that window, all bets had been off. Joseph was obsessive about keeping the house in good shape. If she couldn’t count on that, she couldn’t count on anything about him. Which was exciting as hell.
“I didn’t ask what you thought would happen, bitch. I asked what you wanted. Did you want me to strip you? Play with you?” He ran a finger down to her pussy.
“Did you want me to fuck you?”
“I don’t know!”
“Don’t lie to me, slut. I can tell you want it by the way you’re looking at me. Sweet, innocent brown eyes, but there’s a whore behind them, isn’t there? You love the idea of fucking me. I probably could have bent you over the car in your driveway and taken you right there and you wouldn’t have cared, would you?”
To hide how aroused his words made her, she resorted to humor. “Yeah, I would have. The neighbors probably would have called the police, and I can’t afford an arrest for indecent exposure.”
“Oh, so you’re a wise ass now, huh?” He pulled his belt off his jeans. “I should knock that smart-ass look right off that pretty face of yours.”
As if he would hit her with a belt. Even the smack on her ass earlier had been extreme for him. He wouldn’t go any farther than that.
Would he? Nolie couldn’t be sure. “Sorry.”
“Yeah, you sure are sorry. Let’s try this again, and don’t be a smart mouth this time or you will get a belt across your thighs. Unless I decide to aim higher. What did you think when I grabbed you in your house, huh? Were you scared or did it make you horny?”
“Both.”
“Good. You told the truth for once. So what would you do if I bent your ass over that chair and fucked you hard?”
She would probably fall down, but she bit back that reply. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t, huh? Well, maybe we’ll find that out. But I think I’m going to have a little fun with you first.” He traced her arms with the end of the belt. “Sexy bitch. Nice, toned arms. Wonder what you’d think if I whacked them?”
“I’m not into pain.”
“I don’t think I gave you that choice, did I?” He raised the belt and brought it down, but stopped before it made contact with her bare skin. “It would be a very good idea for you to remember who’s in charge here, got it?”
“I got it.” She breathed deeply, trying to slow her heartbeat. The adrenaline that had rushed through her when he’d swung the belt still surged. For a second, she’d thought he would really hit her.
“Smart slut.” He dangled the belt so it slid down over her breasts to her mound.
“Definitely prime meat. You like to fuck, bitch?”
“I like to fuck my husband.”
“Yeah? You’re married, huh? Bet he has a hell of a time dealing with a whore like you. He probably doesn’t know what to do with you, does he? Bet he just sits there and watches the news and wishes he could fuck your brains out.”
Had he forgotten he was talking about himself? Or was that how he really felt?
Sure, their sex life had suffered lately, but he did more than watch the news. They talked; they communicated better than most of the couples Nolie knew. As for whether Joseph knew what to do with her when they did make love, she had no complaints.
“You must not know my husband,” she said. “He’s a wonderful, caring man, and he’s great in bed.”
“Yeah? Then why didn’t you fight me off?”
How the hell could she answer that? He was her husband! But saying so wouldn’t be part of the game, and would probably earn her another scare with the belt. It took her a moment to come up with an appropriate reply. “You scared me. You were too strong for me, and I thought I’d get hurt if I tried to fight you.”
“Of course. Poor weak little woman, right? What would your husband think if he knew where you are right now? If he knew you were all tied up and naked like this?”
“I don’t know.”
“Really? I thought you knew him pretty well.”
“I do. But I don’t know what he’d think.”
“Bet he wouldn’t be too thrilled, huh? A strange man looking at his naked wife?”
The end of the belt tickled between Nolie’s legs. “Or maybe he’s the kind who’d be turned on by it. Who knows? Maybe I should send you back to him all filled up with my cum. What would you think about that, slut?”
“When a stranger fucks someone, he should use protection.” Not that she and Joseph did, of course, but if he was playing the part of a stranger he should play the whole part.
“You’re a faithful wifey. You shouldn’t have any disease I’d need to worry about, and as far as whether you might catch something from me, too damn bad. After a little playtime, I’m going to fill that hot cunt of yours with my cum whether you want it or not.”
She shuddered as more moisture joined what was already between her legs. Joseph had never spoken to her that way, but now she wished he had. Their sex life might not have gotten so stale if he’d taken charge like this sooner. No, that wasn’t fair. They’d both played a part in allowing the excitement to dim. Neither of them had tried to take charge; neither had tried to do anything to keep the flame burning. W
asn’t that what this game was all about? It was time to change things, and after this she definitely had some ideas for changes she wanted to make. He pulled the belt away from her then let it swing lightly against her pussy. The contact jolted her, but was far from painful. She felt herself tighten in anticipation. Would he touch her now? Surely he must notice how turned on she was, how much she wanted his hands on her, even if she was supposed to pretend she didn’t want him at all.
Again he let the belt swing against her. A tingle spread through her, centered between her legs. She ached for him. Goddamn it, when would he give her some relief?
“You want to come, don’t you?”
Nolie nodded. No point in hiding it. Maybe if she admitted it, he’d be nice and get her off.
“Ask, bitch. Beg me to let you come.”
“Please.”
He tapped the belt against his hand. “That’s the best you can do? I said beg!”
She had never begged for anything from him, but the words tumbled from her mouth as though on their own. “Please. Oh, god, please let me come! I’m so turned on right now I can’t stand it. Please don’t make me feel like this anymore. Please let me get off.”
“That’s a good little slut.” He pressed a finger against her clit. A shock shot through her entire body. “Like that?”
“Yes, please!”
He rubbed her hard with his finger. He’d never touched her so roughly before, and it hurt, but pleasure overwhelmed the pain. She exploded and felt more wetness in her pussy. “Fuck me!”
His finger touched her lips. “Clean it off.”
Tentatively, she licked his finger. Her juices tasted less odd than she’d expected. He thrust the finger into her mouth. “Suck it. Show me what you want to do to my dick.”
She lightly sucked the finger and swirled her tongue around its tip, just as she’d always done when she’d given Joseph blow jobs. His eyes lit with pleasure. “I bet you’re a good little cocksucker, aren’t you, bitch?”
How could she answer with his finger in her mouth? She looked up at him and kept sucking. He laughed. “Yeah, you’re devoted to what you’re doing, that’s for sure. I think I should find out what you do with a cock.”
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