Abducted by the Mountain Man

by Ambrielle Kirk

  “I doubt it. I’ve been living out here over a year. It knows my scent. It doesn’t know who the hell you are. Don’t try to change the subject?”

  With that, Erik scooped me up and trudged back in the darkness towards his cabin. Although he was gentle with me, I could tell he was angry and hurt. I didn’t realize how much I’d betrayed his trust until he stormed in the home, passed the couch, entered his bedroom, and then threw me on his bed. When he took out some ropes and began securing my arms to his bedpost, I understood just how much trouble I was in.

  “What are you doing?” I hissed.

  “Making sure you don’t try to escape again.”

  "This is unreasonable! I made a bad decision, okay? I couldn't stand the thought of saying goodbye, so I just left. I thought it was best for both of us," I pleaded.

  He grunted but continuing securing the ropes. I struggled against the knots, but every time his hands brushed against my legs or any other part of my body, my pussy creamed and clenched in need. How could I be so aroused by having a mountain man abduct me for the second time in a week and tie me to his bed so I wouldn't be able to escape again? I was so turned on that I couldn't even think or form words to express myself.

  “I’ve told you everything you wanted to know about me. I’ve convinced you that I’m not some secret government agent spying on you. I spent time with you only because it looks like you’re lonely and you need it. You can’t just keep me here as your little plaything,” I blurted out.

  My last statement seemed to amuse him, and he grinned. “My little plaything?”

  “Yes,” I hissed, infuriated.

  The ropes around my wrist were too tight and I could barely move my arms. He left my legs free, probably because they didn't reach far enough to tie to the other bedposts. Between Erik and the plush comforter, it felt like the big oversized bed was going to swallow me up whole. His bed was at least California king-sized. I expected nothing less from this mountain man.

  “You think you’re a plaything to me?” he asked with a straight face. He even leaned in close to me, making me look him in the eye.

  “It’s plain to see that I’m obviously out of your league. What could you possibly want with me?”

  He said nothing while he drew a slow trail up my legs with his fingers. “I think you know…”

  “Sex? You want to have sex with me?”

  When he didn’t say anything, I tried again. “You want to eat me. Is that it?”

  He began rubbing my inner thigh and I gasped in response to his touch.

  “Well, answer me,” I breathed.

  He unbuttoned the flannel shirt I was wearing, exposing my chest to him. When he palmed my breasts, I arched into him. I was so over being embarrassed by my body’s response to him touching me, so I gave in. I wanted this more than he knew it.

  “This is what you want. A submissive me, strapped to your bed to do what you want with. You know that no one will ever find me here. You know that no one will ever come for me,” I said, trying to make him feel guilty while he played my body like a fiddle.

  He licked his lips, bent his head, and sucked my nipple into his mouth. I cried out as he started to slurp and lick me until the sensitive buds were hard. By the time he got done with my breasts, the seat of my panties was soaking wet. He kissed a hungry trail down my belly until he reached my waist. Needing his lips on me, I lifted my hips off the bed so that he could slip my shorts and underwear right off.

  His mouth was the devil. He kissed and teased my inner thigh with light to firm kisses until I was jerking at the ropes binding me.

  “Please…” I begged.

  “Please what?” he moaned against my lower abdomen.

  “That thing you do with your tongue…” I began.

  He grinned and pressed his mouth to my mound. It wasn’t enough and he knew it.

  “Fuck,” he grumbled, sliding his fingers through my slit. “You’re wet.”

  I bit my bottom lip. “Make me come please,” I urged, parting my legs and showing him my glistening pussy.

  “Why are you a virgin?” he asked. It must have been a rhetorical question because he started to lick the outer lips of my pussy. “Answer me! Why?”

  “I…I’m saving it for my husband,” I panted.

  He groaned and dipped his tongue into my wetness. He said nothing else while he ate my pussy like he was starving. His tongue lashed against my clit and entered my pussy repeatedly until there was nothing left. Even with my cries, with me begging him for mercy as I repeatedly came that night, went ignored.

  And when I looked down and saw that he was stroking himself while eating me out, I came with a passion that rocked my core. He came not too long after me, growling into me and sending soothing vibrations against my throbbing clit.

  When it was over, he brought a warm, damp towel to clean me up and crawled back into the bed beside me. He didn't untie my wrists, but he did drape his arms around my waist possessively. I wasn't sure who fell asleep first this time, but after that, I didn't want to attempt to move.

  Chapter Ten

  Alexis

  The next morning, Erik allowed me to take a bath without him observing me, but I knew he was on high alert right outside the door. My ankle was no longer swollen and I managed to walk around on it just fine when I woke up. When I was done, he brought me out to the kitchen where he made pancakes and sausage and sat my plate in front of me. I had suggested that I'd cook for him again, but he accused me of putting him to sleep with the best meal he'd ever had and refused.

  I guess he learned his lesson about trusting me to my own devices because he even made me sit in the bathroom with him while he took his shower. With all the extra precautions, it was noon before what I understood to be his normal morning routine was finished.

  He pulled on a pair of jeans and left his chest bare, reminding me how perfect he was and how badly I wanted to run my fingers up and down the hardened planes of his body.

  He allowed me to follow him out on his screened backporch, but he put deadbolts on the screen door. Did he actually think I would run through the woods in nothing but a men’s flannel shirt? He hadn’t even allowed me to wear panties even though I knew he’d washed them this morning.

  Erik was looking at me as he brought out a metal box and dumped it on the table. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms across my chest.

  He sat down in a wooden chair, retrieved a handgun from the box, and started wiping at it with a cloth.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Cleaning my guns.”

  “I thought you were retired.”

  “I am. Doesn’t mean I can’t own a few,” he replied.

  "You own more than a few," I said before I could stop myself.

  He didn’t say anything.

  I reached into the box and pulled out a handgun. Tracing the outline of the weapon with my fingers, I admired it. It was surprisingly lightweight.

  “Careful now. That one’s loaded,” he warned.

  “These things kill people,” I whispered, more to myself than anything else.

  “Guns don’t kill people, Alexis. People kill people.”

  “I want to learn,” I said.

  Erik paused for a second and stared at me through his narrowed gaze. “To kill people?”

  “Maybe. Not people. Just someone. Can you teach me?”

  “I can teach you how to shoot if you stick around long enough,” he said.

  “How long will it take?” I asked, pointing the barrel of the gun at a tree in Erik’s backyard. I pretended that the trunk of the tree was my parent’s killer’s face.

  Erik reached up and took the gun away from me and returned it to the case.

  "Depends on how good of a student you are. I'll teach you self-defense. How to track. How to hunt. But I won't teach you how to kill people. You don't need that kind of conscience haunting you."

  “Do you talk to anyone besides yourself living out here?” I asked.
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br />   “I don’t need anyone to talk to.”

  I swallowed.

  “I’ve got a garden and the lake. I keep a freezer full of meats. I go into town for supplies when I need them. I know some of the folks on a first name basis. The tourists like handmade things. Sometimes my knives sell,” he said.

  I smiled. “I’d love to live in Arrow Lake one day. It’s so peaceful and secluded here.”

  "That's why I chose it." He rose from his chair, grabbed a rope, and led me to sit down.

  “What are you doing?”

  Before I knew it, he had my arm tied to the back of the chair.

  “I have to go grab something. I’ll be right back. I won’t go far.”

  “Dammit, Erik!” I exclaimed, stamping my foot on the floor. “I’m not going to run off.”

  I watched as he unlocked the deadbolt and opened the screen door. He turned and said, “You have ties to the Italian mafia. You tried to run before. Not trusting it.”

  I cringed and let out an aggravated growl that surprised me. I shouldn’t have told him anything. I had a feeling that he’d use that against me. So I sat there in the little wooden chair and fumed as I waited for him to get back. I thought I heard him chopping wood or something on the other side of the house, but I couldn’t see him.

  When he came back on the screened porch, he sat down like nothing had happened.

  "Erik, I promise I won't run off. There's no need to do this to me unless you just like it when I'm tied and looking like a helpless damsel in distress."

  "I like it," he exclaimed, smirking a little.

  I sighed. Apparently, this was a joke to him.

  “What if I scream? What if I scream so loud that your neighbors hear me out here?” He’d given me no choice but to threaten him.

  “You can scream all you want. My nearest neighbor is almost a mile away,” he said.

  “Maybe someone’s looking for me,” I said. “If someone were missing, they would come this far out to find them if they had to.”

  “Yes, I’m sure they would do that for you,” he said. “Sucks for me, doesn’t it?”

  He almost looked sad, but then his expression changed into a Cheshire grin.

  "Tell you what," he said. "Promise me you won't scream, and I'll untie you for the rest of the night."

  “Okay, I won’t scream. I promise.”

  Erik returned the handgun to the box and knelt down on the wooden planks. Before I knew what was happening, he was between my thighs, and my legs were cradled over his shoulders.

  “Wh-what are you doing?”

  “You promised you wouldn’t scream. Let’s see if you’re able to live up to that promise.” He grinned and kissed my inner thigh.

  “Oh God,” I whispered.

  I couldn’t resist his touch. The way his lips brushed against my sensitive skin. The way his beard tickled me.

  “Open for me, beautiful,” he moaned, pressing his lips against my pussy. “I’m going to make sure you get exactly what you want.”

  I leaned back against the wooden chair and parted my legs. I figured out reason number two of why he wouldn't give me my panties. Not only did he not want me to leave him alone, but he also wanted me exposed and bare, so he could go down on me any time he wanted. He knew I loved his mouth on me, making me come over and over again.

  I tried so fucking hard, but I couldn’t keep my promise. My hands were tied to the back of the chair, so I couldn’t even cover my moans. He flicked his tongue over my clit and then alternated between lapping and sucking my clit. I surrendered everything the moment he used my pussy juices to wet his thumb and then push it against my forbidden hole. When I came, I screamed for mercy. I screamed for more. I screamed Erik’s name.

  His mouth glistened with my cream when he glanced up at me. "More?" he asked.

  I nodded and his mouth went back to my clit. I came again in a matter of seconds with my legs trembling around his face.

  I panted hard, willing to accept my defeat, but he reached around and untied the ropes anyway.

  “Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he said.

  The rest of the day went by quickly. We spent our time in Erik's backyard where he showed me his garden and then walked me around in his tool shed. Not one time did I think about leaving again. I was just doing a good job of pretending that this relationship between us wouldn't be taken…just like my parents were taken from me.

  Chapter Eleven

  Alexis

  Later when we were in bed together with me curled up against his chest, my mind wandered.

  “Erik?” I called out softly, hoping that he hadn’t fallen asleep yet. The sound of him breathing sounded so peaceful.

  “Yes? What is it?”

  “I was wondering…” My thoughts trailed off. I was too nervous to choke out the words. “Nothing, forget it.” I hugged my arms around his chest and rested my face against his heart.

  “Tell me.” He persisted.

  “Do you think that maybe…you could help me with something?”

  “That depends on what it is.”

  “Maybe…you know since you have experience and all…you could help me get my revenge against someone.” I held my breath and waited.

  He waited a long time to respond, and I almost thought he wouldn’t respond at all…

  ERIK

  If I had a dollar for every time someone asked me to get revenge against someone, I’d be the richest man in the west. But I was a rich man—not only did people ask me to help them get revenge, I was paid handsomely to exact revenge for them. So, my initial reaction to Alexis’s question was to explode into laughter. I knew she was an airline flight attendant, which meant she didn’t have access to the kind of substantial cash flow that I would require in order to pull off a hit on someone.

  I knew she was broke, based on her background check, but she had yet to know what I had pried into her personal life and checked up on her history. I’d known about her connections to the Italian mafia before she ever started telling me the stories about her parents. She didn’t want to talk about it. I understood that more than anyone else and I’d give her the time she needed. Had I met her years ago when her parents were living, things might have been different. I could have saved her from her biggest plight. But maybe not. Since Alexis’s dad had strong connections to the Italian mafia, he would have been uneasy about my ties to Russian kingpins.

  When I noticed that her face fell with disappointment at my laughter and long silence, I quickly toned down my demeanor.

  I cleared my throat. “Um…sorry. I didn’t mean to um…” I said and scratched the bridge of my nose.

  “What is it?” She sounded both hurt and weary.

  I parted from her only so I could study her but still held her at arms-length while we laid on the bed side by side. "Who exactly do you want revenge on?"

  Of course, I already knew the answer to this. Honestly, I couldn’t blame her, but that was just it. With her parents taken so soon, she was so naïve about how the world worked.

  Alexis glanced at me with skepticism. Her cheeks blushed with embarrassment. “I wasn’t entirely truthful with you the other day…” she trailed off quietly.

  “No?”

  Alexis shook her head regretfully. “I mean…I was here on a trip I’d won from work. I really did leave my belt bag somewhere and I really had been trying to find it when I stumbled upon your property. It seemed like a nice shelter to wait out the storm, but then I saw all the guns and it brought back bad memories.”

  “Okay…” I paused and allowed her to continue.

  She took a deep breath. “I saw the man who shot my parents. When the mob attacked our place that night, they told me to hide in the basement of the restaurant. I was down there calling 911. They said they’d be there soon. My mom was already bleeding out. My father was shot in the leg. I heard their screams. They could have lived, but the mobster that ordered the shooting in the first place walked up to my parents and shot them
both in the head just minutes before the ambulance pulled up.”

  “I’m sorry.” I pulled her head to my chest.

  “They didn’t deserve to die just because they owed money.”

  "No, they didn't." I kissed the top of her head. My heart was breaking into a million pieces. I was so sorry this had happened to her and that she still relived those gruesome moments.

  “I was on my own for a while and the cops kept telling me about witness protection and all that. I’d have to cut off ties with everything and they’d help me, but they didn’t help me when I needed it the most. Something could have been done to help my parents. I told them what the guy looked like and everything I knew, but nothing was done. It was like they were afraid to move forward with the case. I declined protection and decided to go it on my own. I left town. I got a job with the airlines and saw it as my opportunity to stay on the move. I try not to stay in any city for more than a year. I know the same mobsters aren’t after me, but I just feel safer this way.”

  “Yes, of course,” I told her.

  “I had doubts about you earlier. I’ll admit that, but you’re not like those mobsters, are you?” she asked.

  I sighed. “I kill bad men, Alexis. I don’t take on contracts to kill innocents. I’m not going to lie and tell you that I’m an angel. What I did was wrong, but it was the only life I knew.”

  “So you kill men like the mobster that murdered my parents. Will you help me?”

  I inhaled sharply and glanced out at the window into the dark. I’d have to go dark again. She didn't understand. I hadn't made a hit in over a year. After I didn't respond for a few moments, she called out my name. It was like a question, and her voice sounded like a wind chime blowing gently in a summer breeze.

  “Erik?” My name was a bargaining plea on her tongue.

  “I don’t know if I can help you. The pain won’t go away with the kill,” I told her with sorrow.

  Her expression crumbled into harsh disappointment. “I think it will. It’s one less thing I have to worry about. I’m sure he’s seen my face. They know I’m still alive, but I’m not a threat to them. Why would they be afraid of little old me if they had dirty cops backing them?”