Kai
Iam sitting on the couch watching Rachel, my favorite show.
It has been a week since she kidnapped me, and there has been a lot of back and forth between us.
Here we are now, with her tied to a bed and me being the kidnapper this time.
It’s almost romantic. A love story worthy of a song.
She yelled for a while, and now she has settled down, sitting on that bed with her legs crossed in front of her, knees against her chest. The chain is stretched completely, and I am sure she is feeling a little resistance from the way she sits.
However, my stubborn girl seems to find a little pain comforting.
She stares at the door as if it will respond to her or tell her a joke.
At this point, I think she might be losing it, but I am also almost sure she will try to bite me if I come too close.
So, I choose to sit here and watch her until she calms down.
It’s not like she can be more insane than the woman who thought kidnapping me was a good idea. She will be fine.
I am almost ready to fall asleep because, let’s face it, as fun as watching Rachel usually is, watching her cuffed to a bed is not.
As my eyes slowly close, a loud knocking at the door jolts me back to the world of the living.
Who the hell is that? It’s not like anyone knows this house.
I walk toward the door, and Rachel’s voice comes from the bedroom right on cue.
“Heeelp!” she yells with all her strength. I should have gagged her. I am not too worried about anyone hearing her; the house has good soundproofing. As long as that door remains closed, no one will really hear her.
I look through the Ring camera on my phone and see Leo with Noah standing at the door. I open it with a smile. “Hello, gentlemen. How may I help you this fine evening?”
“Cut the crap, Kai.” Noah pushes past me and enters the house with Leo right on his trail.
“You know, if you wanted to kidnap her, you could have said something before so I didn’t have to come up with a lie about why she’s not at work.
” I laugh, because this man is not pissed off that I kidnapped his best friend but because I did not share my plan first.
“My apologies. I will make sure to text the group chat next time,” I smirk, pleased with myself, because there is no group chat.
“You should,” Noah huffs and takes a seat on the couch.
The camera feed from the bedroom is still displayed on the main TV.
“For what it’s worth, she doesn’t look like she will gut you and feed you your own intestines anytime soon.
” Good to know. I am not taking any chances either way.
“I told the salon owner that Rachel has food poisoning. She won’t be expected to work until Friday. Will that be enough?”
I chuckle. “Yes, that’s plenty of time.”
Noah nods in approval as he reaches for the bowl of chips on the coffee table.
He munches on the salty crisps while watching the screen with his friend in full view.
“You know, you two are kind of made for each other,” he casually mentions, and it’s the most wonderful thing I have heard all day.
I like this guy. I totally agree; we are made for each other!
As I am about to respond, a sound comes from my phone, and when I look at the screen, I see a notification that I have been added to a fucking group chat by Leo. I look at him. “Seriously, dude?”
He smirks. “Now you have no excuse not to inform him.”
“The least you could do is share this feed with us; she is looking pissed.” Noah laughs as he grabs a handful of chips and passes the bowl to Leo.
“She does, doesn’t she?” I laugh and take some for myself.
“Do you think she will let you live when you remove her cuff?” Leo questions.
“Probably not, but it will be a damn good way to die.” I turn to look at him with a wide smile.
“She will,” Noah says, and both Leo and I turn to look at him.
“Wait, really?” I question.
“Yes, really. She’s head over heels for you, man. She just doesn’t know how to show it,” Noah informs me, and I settle back on the couch, my body sinking into the cushions as I contemplate what he said.
“They will do great together. Clearly, showing affection is not Kai’s strong suit either,” Leo says, pointing at the TV.
“I actually find this very romantic,” Noah smirks at Leo.
“Should I plan to kidnap you?” Are they together?
“Well, I wouldn’t say no if you did.” They are definitely together.
“Guys, I hate to interrupt whatever this is,” I say, pointing between them.
“But could you take the show on the road? I have a girl to play with.”
“Say less,” Noah tells me and stands. He grabs Leo’s hand and pulls him off the couch. “Come on, lover, let’s go play at Rachel’s house. I’ll show you Ripley’s new trick.”
“Ripley knows tricks?” I enjoy seeing them like that. It looks like Rachel’s little kidnapping brought everyone together.
“I taught him how to sit yesterday, and I’m planning to teach him fetch today.” They walk toward the door, and I walk right behind them. Leo opens the door for Noah, and I wave at them both.
“Send videos to the group chat,” I say as I watch them get into Leo’s car.
“Now he likes the group chat.” Leo shakes his head, and Noah blows him a kiss instead.
“It should not go to waste, Leo,” I say with a smirk before I close the door and go back inside.
I walk straight to the bedroom, ready to play more with Rachel. When I open the door, I see her looking at me with wide eyes.
“Who was that?” she asks.
“Leo and Noah,” I reply as I walk toward the bed and sit beside her. This time she isn’t ready to bite my head off; instead, she looks at me, confused. “They came to check on you.”
“To check on me,” she repeats. “Not to rescue me? To check on me.”
“Apparently, Noah thinks we’re perfect for each other.” I give her a toothy smile.
“Of course he does. I knew I should have hidden those books from him,” she says with disappointment.
“Says the girl who kidnapped a biker because of a tutorial meme online,” I respond and lie down beside her. My head falls on the pillow next to hers, and she turns on her side to look at me. I do the same.
“Okay, I’ll admit that was a fair comment,” she tells me before adding, “You didn’t have to return the favor.”
“I didn’t,” I admit.
“It’s kind of hot, though,” she tells me with a smirk.
“It is, isn’t it?” I move closer.
Our lips are an inch apart as she speaks.
“It is.” Her breath brushes against my lips.
I take a leap of faith and press my lips against hers, half expecting her to bite me, but instead, she returns the kiss.
I deepen it, the cuff around her ankle allowing just enough room for her to move.
My hand falls to her back, tracing the skin under her T-shirt.
I feel her body react to my touch. She moves closer, pressing her body against mine.
I flip her onto her back to allow more movement.
I move on top of her, and the smile on her lips is all the consent I need, but I ask anyway.
“Do you want this, little criminal?” I ask, my voice low and full of lust, my desire painted in every word like a kinky masterpiece.
“Yes,” she breathes out her response as I kiss her neck, and my hands move under the fabric of her shirt. I grip the two sides of the fabric, and with a swift movement, I tear it apart. She laughs, and it’s my new favorite sound.
“I could have taken that off, you know,” she smirks.
“Don’t worry, my sweet criminal. I’ll take you shopping after our weekend ends,” I say and kiss her neck. A moan leaves her lips, and I was wrong. This is my favorite sound.
I cup both her breasts and take one of her nipples into my mouth.
I suck and bite the rosy, nerve-filled bud, and she shatters under my hold.
Her moans grow louder as I release her nipple and move to the other one.
My sweet criminal is reacting to me so well, and it’s just the start.
When I’m done with her, she’ll be nothing but a puddle for me.
But first, we need a change of scenery. I kiss her body as I go lower until I reach her ankle.
I use the key in my pocket to unlock the cuff.
“Let’s go,” I say as I stand and help her to her feet.
“What?” she questions, still deep in the haze of the moment.
“I have something to show you,” I say as I guide her out of the room. For the most part, this house is as it was when I was growing up, except for the basement. That’s the one place I’ve kept for myself. I’ll admit, it hasn’t had much use for a few years.
“Where are we going?” she asks as we reach the kitchen and I open the basement door.
“Watch your step,” I say as I allow her to walk in front of me. She goes down a few steps and stops. I reach for the light switch, and the basement is filled with a red hue.
“What the hell?” she screams. “Is this a fucking dungeon? I thought you said you were keeping this house as it was.”
“I am, but I also wanted a place to have some fun away from my shared apartment with Leo, and I was kind of thinking of starting a spicy social media account for a while. Most of the toys have never been used, so don’t worry,” I say, reaching the last step where she has stopped. I step down and offer her my hand.
“That explains the filming equipment. For a moment, I thought you were asking to make a movie,” she jokes but places her hand in mine. I pull her closer, my lips brushing hers, my hand stroking her cheek.
“Oh, sweet criminal, you have no idea how many things I want to do with you,” I say in a breathy voice. “Filming it sounds like a great idea now.”
She looks around the room. “You are not wrong,” she says casually as she walks around wearing only the pair of panties I left her in after tearing apart the oversized T-shirt she was wearing to sleep. I walk behind her. She stops in front of the cross in the middle of the room.
“Do I need a safe word?” she asks as I kiss her shoulder, my arms wrapping around her waist and pressing her body against mine.
“Red if you want to stop. Yellow if you want to slow down. Green to continue,” I say and spin her around. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she says shyly, heat flashing in her cheeks.
“Do you have any kinks?” I ask. I know she’s curious about it, judging from the books she reads.
“I’m not sure. My ex-boyfriend didn’t like those things.” Such a fool. Who would have this woman and refuse to satisfy her curiosity?
“But you read about them,” I say. It’s not a question.
“Yes,” she answers anyway. “I do.”
“And you have fantasies,” I say again.
“I do,” she tells me.
“Kneel,” I order.
“What?” she asks. I spin her around again to face the cross in the middle of the room—the one I designed myself. I grip her hair and force her to her knees.
“I said kneel,” I growl. I pull her hair just enough to tilt her head back.
I lower my body over hers, towering over her in a way that gives me all the control.
“You are mine, little criminal, and I am going to use you as I please until you yell your safeword and tell me to stop.” I kiss her hard, and she lets me, opening her lips as my tongue finds hers in a dance of passion.
I pull apart, and disappointment flashes in her eyes.
“Stay,” I say, and she doesn’t move. “Do you trust me, criminal?” It’s not a question.
It’s a demand. I need her trust to continue with this.
I need her ready to give everything to me, every ounce of herself.
I need her at my mercy, begging for more.
She is mine, but she can’t be fully mine until she gives me everything.
Before our time together in this house ends, I intend to take everything from her.
I intend to own her completely. She shouldn’t have kidnapped me, because now she belongs to me.