My Captive’s Heart

Chapter 1

ONE

MOLLY

“I want you to chase and kidnap me.”

Matt sits up so fast that I fall on my back on the bed with a squeal.

“You want me to what!?” he screeches, horrified.

I roll my eyes, leaning up on my elbows, and fix my boyfriend with a look. “Role-playing, Matt. You’ll be my captor and I’ll be your captive, who you’ll have your way with by doing filthy, debauched, unholy things.”

His brown eyes go wide like saucers as he listens to me describe my darkest fantasy unapologetically.

I arch a brow when his stunned silence goes on for too long.

Blinking, he frowns and leans down to press the back of his hand against my forehead. “Babe, are you down with the flu or something?”

Huffing, I shove him away and drop my head on the pillow. “I’m perfectly healthy.”

“Then have you gone crazy?”

“Wanting to spice up our sex life doesn’t make me crazy, jerk.”

“I didn’t know it was lacking in the first place.”

“Because it’s nonexistent.”

“What do you mean?”

His genuine confusion makes my frustration pour out. Sitting up against the headboard, I meet his gaze, and ask, “Can you remember the last time we fucked, Matt?”

He opens his mouth, then immediately closes it, unable to answer my question.

“See?” I sigh, twisting the sheets on either side of my hips.

“Ever since you moved away for your new job, our relationship has fizzled out. I was so excited for your return yesterday, but you were too tired to fuck. That’s not the reaction a girl expects from her boyfriend who she hasn’t seen in months.

So, sue me for wanting to bring our spark back. ”

Matt and I started out as close friends when I moved to the suburbs of Sun Valley with my mom when I was eighteen. He lived right next door with his dad, Alexander Smith, who’s the town’s handsome, single sheriff.

Having single parents, attending the same community college, and being hardcore fans of the Lakers, it was natural for us to bond and become best friends. Before we knew it, we began dating as well. We’re the cliché of falling for your best friend.

Matt is the definition of the good boy next door with his handsome looks and charming smile that steals hearts left and right. It’s surprising because his dad is the exact opposite, who straight-up knocks the wind out of your lungs.

While they might be as different as day and night in the looks department, they’re both honorable men. Matt is a sweet, affectionate, and supportive boyfriend.

However, ever since he moved away to New York, we’ve become distant. In the beginning, there was the rush of long-distance. We did late-night calls, sexting, and flying on the weekends to meet once a month. Then, real life sneaked in and we became busy.

I’m realizing why people hate long-distance relationships.

Matt stares at me like I’ve grown two heads.

“Couples act out fantasies all the time,” I add.

“What kind of fantasy is wanting to be kidnapped, Molly?” he admonishes. “It sounds more like a one-way trip to trauma. I could never intentionally hurt or scare you.”

That’s another thing.

I hate even to say it in my head, but Matt is unadventurous in bed. Hell, the man won’t even spank me. The most pleasurable pain I’ve received from him is a twist of my nipples or, occasionally, a hickey on my neck.

Sometimes a girl just wants to be spanked hard, have her hair pulled, and fucked into oblivion.

In hindsight, I should’ve started there rather than coaxing my vanilla boyfriend to jump straight into the deep end. However, my darker taste shouldn’t be shocking to him. He knows the kind of books I love to read.

“It’s called consensual non-consent, Matt,” I softly purr. “You won’t be hurting me. I’ll only be acting scared. Come on, it’s Halloween next week. Let’s pretend to be someone else and live wildly.”

His frown deepens as he regards me carefully.

I can hear the cogs in his brain turning, contemplating the cons and pros. He needs a little nudge.

Slipping my nightie off until I’m naked from the waist up, I crawl onto his lap. Grasping his broad shoulders, I dip my head and press my lips against his ear. “Imagine us in the dark hallway of the haunted house. I’m running in my little red sundress that you love so much while you chase me.”

Running my hands down his chest, I slip them underneath his T-shirt.

Rocking against his slowly hardening cock, I continue painting the fantasy.

“I slip inside a room, thinking it’ll be my escape, but there’s nowhere else to go.

You enter right behind me and grab me around the waist. I’ll scratch your arm and scream no.

Except, when you slide your hand inside my panties, I’m wet from the chase. ”

His breathing picks up. I grab his hand clutching my hip and push it between my thighs so he can feel how drenched I am right now.

“Ripping my panties off, you’ll stuff them in my mouth and cover my lips so nobody can hear my plea for help as you capture and take me to your place.” Pulling out his cock, I aim the head against my center and slowly take him to the hilt. Both of us groan at the hot connection.

“Then what?” he urges, seizing my ass with both his hands.

I hide my smile against his neck as I lick and suck. “Then I’m yours to do whatever you please. You’ll tell me if I ever wish to leave, I have to do as you say. I can be your doll that you make sweet love to or a dirty fucking girl you’d love to fuck hard and rough.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmm,” I hum, becoming slick around his pulsing shaft. “Anything you want. Isn’t that hot? Having me at your mercy?”

He thrusts hard, crying out, “Fuck.”

“Suck my nipples, Matt,” I gasp, throwing my head back. Vanilla or not, he knows how to hit the right spot and make me come. “Just the way I like it.”

Wet and hot suction envelops my breast as he takes my nipple between his teeth and sucks hard.

“Yes.” I pull at his hair. “Good boy.”

Pushing him down on his back, I ride his dick with abandon. God, I’ve needed this for months. Our lower bodies slap together in an erotic rhythm as I buck up and down on his length.

“You feel so good, baby,” Matt groans, watching my breasts bounce.

“Say yes to my fantasy,” I demand, grinding my clit against his groin. “Say you’ll give it to me.”

“Fine! Yes.”

I smile.

“Now make us both come,” he growls from underneath me.

Leaning over him, I kiss his mouth and fuck us hard. I almost see stars when he digs his fingers in my ass cheeks. But just as he senses it, he eases his grip. Yet again, afraid to hurt me. I ignore the familiar frustration and pick up the pace.

Why can’t he see how wild I get when he gives me a bite of pain?

If only he were as attuned to my cravings in bed as he is outside of it.

The pressure of an orgasm rises in my core. Right before it becomes demanding, I sense sharp eyes on me. A shadow near the foot of the bed. My heart skipping a beat, I snap my gaze toward the ajar door, but there’s no one there.

Matt reaches between our slick bodies and circles my clit.

The sensation of being watched is soon replaced by a desperate climax that jolts me from head to toe. I come hard, triggering Matt’s orgasm right along with it.

“Molly!”

As he finishes inside me, I slump down on his chest, feeling like I won the lottery.

A week, then I’ll live out my fantasy.