Chapter 3
EMME
I couldn’t breathe. Coughing was hard enough and threatened to suck dirt into my lungs, with my face being pressed against the ground. The weight from his knee crushing my back and the palm of one hand hurt like hell.
I’d called him an asshole, and his silence as he held me down scared the fuck out of me…even as it also, somehow, made my pussy throb.
His boot was resting between my legs, and I was tempted to rub against it.
Proof I was definitely losing it.
I eyed a glittering piece of glass. He’d moved me away from that. As if he cared.
Or just didn’t want me bleeding here.
I’d wondered what it would be like to have a man really try to do this. I’d wondered why women didn’t get away from their abductors. Now I knew. If a man was ruthless, it was impossible to move, let alone resist. This might as well be a boulder pinning me.
I spat some dirt from my tongue.
“Stay still,” he growled. He moved his knee off me but held me down, and I groaned in relief.
He stripped off my trench coat but pinned me by my neck. As he maneuvered the coat off my arms, the single attempt I made to escape brought a spat threat and a harder grip. Then he twisted both arms to the small of my back.
Efficiently, he wrapped something around my wrists, locking them together, tighter and tighter. Not rope, not artisan-made leather cuffs. The loops bit into skin, and numbness spread through my fingers, until he did something before knotting it. He was careful not to cut off blood flow.
Shit. My phone was in my coat pocket. If this wasn’t Charity’s friend, I was so screwed.
Was it him? The Dom? Was he playing with me by not saying who he was? He must be.
“Run and I’ll cut you.”
That sounded convincing. Fear seesawed.
In front of my face, a knife materialized in his hand with moonlight shimmying down the blade.
I stared at it, at his hand in the crisp white cuffed shirt.
He hauled me to my feet and hustled me toward the black sedan parked across the road. I’d seen that car—checked it out thinking maybe it was him. Eventually discounted it.
In a last second decision, I pretended to trip, and I left my shoes behind.
That car… He’d been waiting for me before I arrived. He must be the Dom?
“Why did you do that?” He gave an exasperated sigh even as the trunk popped open. “In.” Then he manhandled me inside, seemingly uncaring of the scrapes on my knee and the thud as I landed in there. My shoes thumped in beside me. Fuck. But he was still holding my purse and coat.
I blinked up at him, wide-eyed. The trunk light glared down at me, shadowing his face. My heart ratcheted up at this first partial look at my abductor.
Did he look like a dominant or a psychopath? Maybe both. He looked like a businessman—handsome, with money. I tried to let that calm me down, but the gleam in his dark eyes hinted at a man on the edge of losing control. An expensive haircut didn’t make a man incapable of crime.
“Who—”
The slap to my face landed unexpectedly, stinging.
“Shut the fuck up.”
I pinched my lips together, stared, defiance simmering, and ready to bite back despite my burning cheek. What could I say?
This was roleplay. He was acting, right?
“Better.”
Dark hair stippled his jaw, framed his face, though the exact shade was impossible to determine.
The light played across his arms, hands, face as he bent over me and fastened my ankles together with a belt, pulled it in tight, buckled it snugly.
I shifted my legs subtly, sure I could get the belt off them eventually.
He’d been watching though, and his mouth curved.
From a black duffle bag beside me, he drew a roll of tape, which he used to cinch in the belt where it ran between my ankles.
He held the tape before my eyes, with a stretch of it unrolled between his hands.
“What kind of woman walks alone at night in the middle of nowhere?”
I shook my head.
“What were you looking for? A man to fuck your needy pussy?”
I opened my mouth, shut it.
What if this wasn’t the right man?
“No.”
His eyebrows rose. “Liar.”
“Are you…” I ventured, quietly, my voice shaking with my dismay. My toes curled. The wrong answer from him would be catastrophic. I almost didn’t want to know—it was too late. “What’s the word? You know? The—” I swallowed as his eyes remained fastened on me, with that tape between us.
“I told you to shut up.” His enigmatic smile could mean he was playing me, or anything else I felt like reading into it.
He wriggled the tape between my lips and wrapped it behind my head, repeating that several times until he tied it off. It wasn’t the sticky sort. Bondage tape, or similar. What real kidnapper had that?
Nervously, I watched as he retrieved a green cloth bag from behind me and shook it out.
He put it over my head and cinched it closed by knotting something—the handles I guessed.
Blinded, I found the cloth sucked in whenever I breathed.
Even though it was fairly open at the neck I registered the closed-in space as a cloying threat to my existence.
Calm down. Breathe.
I liked breathing.
“I’d fuck you here and now, but who knows who might wander by. Still…” His big hand pushed my dress to my waist, though the light fabric had already gathered under my ass.
“Such pretty see-through panties.” His finger felt along the upper edge of my panties then slid lower in a snakelike pattern over my mons.
I imagined him watching that finger as it slithered downward.
“What else have you got for me? Open your legs.”
With the bag blanking out sight, the feel of him there, almost violating me, just above where I ached…it became exquisitely vivid.
My eyelids quivered. My lips parted. This…this was what I wanted.
“Open.” He slapped my butt then pinched a piece of flesh together until I yelped and opened my legs as far as was possible with my ankles tied.
“A sopping wet little cunt.” His thick finger prodded along my slit, sliding on cloth and yes, I was wet.
What else would I be, with this happening, with a stranger doing what I’d dreamed of since forever?
I let out a soft, hopefully inaudible moan as he slipped his fingers under the edge to explore my slit, then rolled aside the crotch of the panties.
He shoved one finger inside me without warning.
My gasp was automatic. I barely stopped myself arching.
The wet sounds as he silently violated me further were impossible to hide.
He chuckled as he withdrew his finger, and my pussy made another loud, wet sucking sound.
“Too easy,” he murmured, darkly. “I need more from you. More…pain. More something. And you are way too goddamned pretty.”
Too pretty just wafted way over my head. I heard it but I was busy remembering how casually he’d violated me. That was far more scintillating.
He pinched the skin above my clit as hard as he’d pinched my butt, then let go. I shrieked.
Jesus!
I drew a breath that pulled the cloth to my mouth, and I snapped shut my shaking legs.
Fuck.
Had I said that out loud?
Again, he laughed. “I could get used to this.”
The trunk lid slammed, rocking the car. The darkness in the bag was absolute, and the trunk felt like it was closing in on me.
There was the sound of the front door opening and closing, then the car engine revved to life, and we started to move. I could tell when he circled and made a turn, but after that, I was lost.
I had no idea where we were going. No safeword or first contact word had been said. I had nothing, apart from lust still susurrating through me.
What did he mean by needing more from me?
I let out a shuddering breath, licked at the tape, and felt tears welling. I shut my eyes. God, he was good. Or the wrong man. But that was the whole point of this. I’d wanted fear.
If this was Charity’s friend, I hated him, and I was in awe of him. So far.
The trunk of his car, though—this was over the top. What if we got into an accident?
Ten or twenty minutes later, the car was pulled over and stopped.
He exited, and I could hear the crunch of his shoes on gravel as he came around to the trunk.
The light that flared through the bag cloth when the lid opened seemed no more than the trunk light.
The sounds of insects chirping clued me in. We were still outdoors.
The hum of cars driving along a highway at speed seemed distant.
He dragged my legs out, bent me over the edge of the trunk. With his fist clamped in my hair through the cloth of the bag, he held my head to the floor of the trunk.
There was no preamble, no warning, apart from my dress being flipped up, and my underwear being dragged down to mid-thigh.
I fought him, but he trapped me with his body while two of his big fingers prodded at me then wormed inside. I heard a grunt as if he was satisfied with having found my entrance. He shunted his fingers in and out a few times, making me squeal in protest.
He lined himself up with my pussy as I flailed and bucked, trying to stop him. He rammed into me balls deep, and I jerked, spluttered.
“Please, no!” The plea came too late and was garbled by the tape, not that he would have listened.
Too large, too fast, and it hurt, and it was just fucking perfect.
I screwed my eyes shut, my lashes brushing the fabric of the bag. Please, don’t let him hear me moan. His thrusts were hard and crude, stealing my breath. I could hear him grunting over me, or maybe my own labored breathing was echoing in the bag over my head.
Fuck. Why was this so hot?
Being anonymously fucked with no expectation of arousal? This was turning me on more than anything I’d done before. It was sick—dehumanizing—and I could feel my pussy dripping down his shaft hot and slick, even more turned on by how humiliated and aroused I was.
A new harder thrust jarred me, disconnecting my thoughts, reaching deep inside, and I gave in and rode the sensations.
He kept pounding me, relentless, with his hand gripping back and hair, with the trunk lip digging into my belly.
His thrusts became erratic and more painful, then he came inside me, leaving me weak and shaking underneath him, desperate for something to rub against my clit.
He pulled out, spilling warm come onto my thighs, then pulled up my underwear, and rolled me back into the trunk without a word.
The trunk lid slammed again, leaving me in the dark, the scent of new upholstery mingling with the smell of the come still leaking from me.
The car door closed, and the vehicle purred to life, and he drove away.
Oh my god.
Such casual forcing. It had been so completely impersonal, like he’d used his hand to get off instead of a person.
He hadn’t used a condom, though I was on birth control.
God…
What if it wasn’t even Charity’s friend? What if this was just some whack job who happened to be in the right place at the right time?
Or the wrong time for me.
The echoes of that went on forever in my head.
I had agreed to anything and this was certainly that. It might be him. Had to be.
Despite my uncertainty, or maybe because of it, I was still turned on. There was no likelihood of me coming, even though I tried by rhythmically squeezing my thighs together. I let out a whimper of frustration, then a smile crept out and stayed there.
“Wow.” Just fucking wow.
I didn’t fall asleep. Whether he made the trip take longer than it should, I couldn’t tell, but an hour or more went by before he stopped again. I heard the sound of a garage door coming down and booming shut. We were inside a building.
Wherever this was, it was likely his property, his home, and somewhere we would not be disturbed.