Chapter 4 Cade #3
I continue rocking, feeling the already weak chair legs starting to go. I could slam myself down like I originally planned, but why do that when this is getting under Ansel’s skin so deliciously?
It doesn’t take long.
Just a few minutes later, I crash to the floor, Ansel shouting in surprise at the sound. He rushes over to me, my ass on the floor, my hands still behind my back but easily accessible. The knot has loosened enough for my hands to once more be unrestrained.
He gapes at what was once a chair, now splintered in pieces. “What the fuck? You did this on purpose?”
“I would never,” I say with a smile, his dick right there. I eye it and see it twitch behind those jeans.
“You would. You’re a fucking menace.”
“And what are you?” I ask, shifting a little closer, wanting to rub my face against his groin and inhale. But before I can, he steps back and looks around the small shack. He’s deciding what to do next. I can’t wait to see what he comes up with.
There aren’t many places he can tie me up. With the chair broken, there’s really only the bed. This cabin is wonderfully small. When his eyes land on the bed, I bite back a groan.
Just like I hoped. He fucking better make all my dreams come true.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You broke the chair on purpose.” I shrug, and he stares down at me. “I should knock you out again.”
“How about, instead, you restrain me better. That’s always the most important thing when kidnapping someone. You have to make sure they don’t escape.”
His eyes meet mine before he stomps away.
“I’m not listening to him. I refuse,” I hear him murmur. “This is crazy. I’m going fucking crazy.”
I sit among the rubble I created and wait for him to return. I should get up and clean up the mess I made, but I don’t. Selfish really. I want to see him bend over in those jeans. Look at that ass while he works.
He closes the door to the bathroom, and I hear the water turn on. I don’t know why he left me like this. If it were anyone else, they’d escape. But maybe he knows I won’t go anywhere.
I like that he trusts me, but I hate how reckless he’s being.
When he returns, his face freshly scrubbed, he points to the bed.
“Get up and get over there.”
“You should really never leave your victim alone for that long.”
“Shut up. I know. But you’re still here, aren’t you? I can’t get rid of you.”
That makes me laugh and him scowl. He has no idea how right he is. I’ve always had this little…problem. I tend to fixate. Obsess. It drives my brothers crazy. Gets me into all sorts of mischief.
This is the first time I’ve fixated on a person, though. It’s not my fault. It’s Ansel’s. He’s just so fucking intriguing.
I can’t get enough.
He sighs in resignation. “Get onto the bed.”
“Good choice, butterfly,” I whisper, and then jump up onto my feet, a maneuver that makes his lips part in amazement and shock. It is very impressive, I’ll admit. Not many people can do that while with their ass on the floor.
“Who the fuck are you?” he rasps.
I shrug and walk toward the bed, lowering myself onto it.
“Just a simple man,” I lie, flopping back onto the bed. In my excitement, I forget my hands are supposed to be tied behind my back. Instead, they’re in my lap, the rope dangling around my wrists.
He eyes it, and then that bewildered gaze slams into mine. I shift up, sitting against the headboard and watching him intently.
“I shouldn’t bother tying you up, should I?”
He sounds kind of sad about this failure, and it makes my heart twist. “You can do whatever you’d like.”
“But you’ll just get out of it again.”
“Probably, but that doesn’t mean you need to give up. Never give up until you’re dead, Ansel. Always fight like hell until then.”
He turns to the right and blinks before determination sets into his gaze.
“Fine. I won’t give up.”
He rushes toward me and grabs my wrists, pulling them to the sides and restraining them to the rickety headboard.
He straddles me to secure my left hand, and my mind flashes to him straddling me for other reasons.
Fuck. Why did I have to be kidnapped by Ansel?
He’s too fucking tempting for me to think straight.
Naturally, I don’t make it easy on him. Now that I have him on me, I want to keep him there as long as possible. Maybe he’ll realize he likes it.
“Stop wiggling,” he grumbles. “I mean it.”
I bite my bottom lip to keep a smile at bay, but he catches it.
“Stop smiling.”
But his own lips are twitching slightly as the rope tightens against my skin. It bites into my wrist, and I know I’ll have a bruise there later. Fine by me. I’d like a little memento to remember him by.
When he’s done, he sits up, looking proud of his accomplishment.
He’s still straddling my lap, and when he realizes how close he is to me, a blush spreads across his face and neck. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m a snack.”
“You are, though. I’d love to taste you.”
His throat bobs, and he shakes his head. “I won’t be distracted by your flirting.”
“Good. Don’t ever let your victim distract you. Stay focused.”
He nods but doesn’t move off me.
Hell yes. He should stay here for a while. He doesn’t even need to touch me—just the way he watches is doing it for me.
Then he touches me, and I take it back. Having his hands on me is way better. He’s not even doing a lot, just resting his hand on my chest.
Can he feel my heart racing? Does this man understand the fucking rollercoaster I’m on when I’m with him?
His voice is suddenly lower than before, his face closer. “Any other advice to give a new kidnapper?”
I’m so distracted by his close proximity that I don’t think before I speak. To be fair, it’s a flaw of mine. “You want my advice? I thought you didn’t need it.”
Ansel’s face closes off immediately. “I don’t.”
He shuffles off of me, and I curse myself internally. I should’ve kept my fucking mouth shut.
He stands at the edge of the bed, staring at me for a moment. I can almost see his mind working behind his eyes. It’s fascinating.
He comes to some sort of decision and reaches down to grab my shoes. He tosses them off along with my socks, leaving my feet bare. He kicks them into a pile and then reaches for my pants.
I’m excited for a second, but then I realize we don’t have the same plan in mind.
It’s fine. I can still enjoy myself.
Ansel’s fingers fiddle with the button and then lower the zipper. I arch my hips up to help him drag them down my legs.
It’s a good plan he’s come up with. Keep me naked so I can’t run away.
I hope he burns my clothes so I don’t get to wear them again. I’d much rather be naked and alone with Ansel than wearing clothes.
All the better to entice him with.
“Stop making this easy,” he grumbles as my cock is exposed. I’m not wearing any underwear, and when he notices, he hesitates.
“It’s a good plan though,” I reassure him. “Keeps me vulnerable. I’m so proud you thought of it.”
Little does he know I have no qualms about walking anywhere naked. My father kept us in all sorts of situations growing up. We had to be strong. There were many times I was left naked and alone in the middle of the winter, my cold, shivering body adapting to survive, to make my way home.
We weren’t raised to be weak.
This is nothing compared to what I went through.
“I know it’s a good plan. It’s why I came up with it.”
I huff a laugh as he yanks the pants off entirely. My cock is completely hard now, standing at attention.
He glances at it, licks his lips, and then stalks away, my clothes and shoes in his arms.
“Who doesn’t wear underwear? I swear,” he grumbles as he goes.
I hope he buries them where I can’t find them. Or sets them on fire. Sadly, I hear him opening and closing a drawer in the next room.
But I don’t say anything. I just stare down at my dick.
Hopefully tomorrow we’ll get some relief.
Maybe not, though. That’s okay.
The chase is half of the fun.