6. Cole
six
Cole
I can sense her desire to push me away, but I remain as close to Noelle as possible while we navigate the parking lot toward her car, grocery bags cradled in her arms. She’s caught in a whirlwind of emotions, a palpable tension in her demeanor fueled by the fact that Q hasn’t texted her back. I’ve read all her messages on the app but deliberately left them on read, enjoying the way it fucks with her mind. I hadn’t anticipated just how wound up it would leave her feeling. And yet I find an exhilarating thrill in watching her this way—under my influence, wrapped around my fucking finger, completely unaware of how much I hold her under my spell.
As she unlocks her car and hurriedly places her bags in the trunk, she attempts to slide into the driver’s seat before I can intervene. It’s fine, though; I have no intention of stopping her. I want her to feel my gaze lingering on her, and it seems I've succeeded in making my presence known.
“The game starts in a couple of hours, Noelle. Don’t be fucking late,” I warn her, my voice tinged with an unwitting authority that makes her blue eyes widen with apprehension.
“I don’t know if I can make it tonight, Cole,” she insists, avoiding my eyes as she presses the brake and hits the start button on the dashboard.
“Bullshit. You’ll be there, or I’ll fucking drag you there myself,” I threaten, trying to ignore the way my cock twitches, tightening in my jeans. “You’re the only parent I have left, remember? The least you can do is show the fuck up to support your stepson.” My glare cuts through her evasive demeanor, and I know that my guilt trip will eventually chip away at her walls.
“Fine,” she relents, rolling her eyes. “I’ll be there tonight, Cole. Now can I please get this shit home before it melts?”
I nod, dismissing her with a wave. Nothing more needs to be said. I stand my ground, watching her pull away from the parking lot, her car vanishing into the white blur of the falling snow.
Once she’s gone, I stride across the lot to my own car, settling into the warm seat, where three pairs of curious eyes fixate on me as soon as the door shuts, keeping out the cold.
“Did you find her?” Aiden asks, flashing a charming grin that highlights his boyish features.
“Yeah, she’s headed home now, but she’ll be at the game tonight.” I smirk at Hudson and Ryder in the backseat, who are huddled closely together.
As I drive out of the grocery store and follow the direction Noelle took, I notice Ryder lean forward, poking his head between the two front seats.
“I can’t believe your stepmom is such a freak,” he chuckles, although I can read the underlying torment in his eyes, clearly imagining all the mischief we could indulge in together.
“Yeah, I didn’t expect her to have a kidnapping kink,” I admit, gripping the wheel tightly enough that my knuckles turn white.
A surge of jealousy and resentment courses through me as I think about some random guy playing out her fantasy with her. Despite the frustration she incites and the secrets she keeps from me, the pull I feel toward her remains irresistible—a moth drawn to a flame, an unbreakable magnetic force that can’t be broken... or can it?
We pass by the house to confirm her car is in the driveway, and thankfully, it is. I continue driving, eager to reach the dorms, where I can watch her through my laptop, the overwhelming need to see what she’s up to consuming my every thought.
By the time I log onto my computer and pull up the video feed from Noelle's bedroom, she's walking around in a skimpy bra and thong, perfectly on display for me without even knowing it. The guys huddle around me, watching everything that she does, completely fixated on her, just as much as I am.
"Fuck, what I wouldn't give to bury my face between that fat ass of hers," Hudson growls, watching Noelle bend over to pick the ice cubes I left for her off the floor.
I grin, knowing how much she hates it when I leave ice all around the house for her to find. She has to know it's me. I mean, I'm the one who dubbed her the Ice Queen after my father died. Has she not put it together after these last couple years?
I shake the thoughts from my head and hand my laptop to Aiden, pulling out my phone to fuck with Noelle. Sending her a text, I keep my eyes on the computer screen, curious to see her face as she reads it.
Wear something green for me, Noelle.
I type, simple and easy, but with so much more meaning behind it. I watch as she grabs her phone and sits on the end of her bed, chewing anxiously on her red painted acrylic nail. She's nervous, hesitating to write back as if she's searching for the right thing to say.
I'm already dressed.
I laugh, looking at her half naked in just a skimpy lingerie set.
Bullshit. Put something green on for me. I'll see you at the stadium in an hour.
How did you know I'd be at the stadium, Q?
Your stepson plays football, no? You go to every game, right?
How did you know all of that?
It's part of the process, Noelle. I've been doing my homework and keeping my eye on you. You want to play out your fantasy; well, this is all part of it. Now stop asking fucking questions and put something green on for me.
She doesn't text back, but I grow hard as fuck watching her frantically search her closet for something green. Except what she pulls out to wear isn't green at all; only the silky, glittery thong she pulls on and the push-up bra she squeezes her perfect tits into are green, which, luckily for her, counts in my book.
"Fuck, I'll be right back," Hudson moans, standing up quickly with an obvious hard-on, rushing to the bathroom to relieve himself.
"So when are we doing this shit?" Aiden asks, sucking on a candy cane while packing his duffle bag with his uniform.
"Tonight after the game," I inform them, pulling up the app on my phone to continue to play the part of Q.
"So we're really doing this shit, huh? We're really kidnapping your stepmom to play a joke on her?"
I look at Ryder, grinning, shaking my head. "Not so much a joke, man. We're going to give her everything she fucking wants, and she's not going to ever know it was us."
Reaching under my bed, I pull out a box with four green skull masks inside, handing them out to the guys. "We're going to be wearing these the entire time, so she won't be able to tell who we are."
They take the masks from me and tuck them in their bags, dispersing to finish getting ready to head out. Since I'm already packed, I pull up my conversation with Noelle and begin typing out a message, pretending to be Q again.
Tell me what you're wearing, Noelle.
I type, not bothering with any small talk. I sit here anxiously, my leg bouncing, watching the three dots flicker in and out of my sight, taunting me as she types.
Something warm, lol. I have to sit outside in the snow, Q.
Her answer infuriates me, and I'm not sure why. Glancing at the computer screen, I see that she's getting dressed now, pulling a sparkly tight red top on that clings to her tits and makes them spill out the top of her shirt. Seeing she's still in her green thong, I type back with another command, wondering if she'll listen.
Take your underwear off for me, Noelle. I want to spend my night knowing that your pussy is free for me.
Fine, Q. But it's not like we'll get to see each other. What's stopping me from just telling you I'm not wearing any, but in reality, I have them on?
Either you do what I fucking tell you, or you can forget about me helping you with your little fantasy. Take your fucking underwear off for me, Noelle, and don't make me ask you again.
Surprisingly, with my eyes glued to the screen, I watch as she pulls her thong down, bunching it up in her hand. She then steps into a pair of tight black leggings that look as if they're painted on, the fabric clinging to every curve of her body.
All done, Q. I'm now going commando, just for you.
***
Good girl, Noelle. Good fucking girl.
Noticing the time, I log off my laptop and tuck it into my bag along with the charger. I turn my phone screen off and slide it into my pocket, grabbing my keys so we can head out to the game. Knowing what's going to happen after, my cock stays hard, refusing to go down, and I can't help the inappropriate thoughts about my stepmother consuming my mind.
As we pile into the car, the excitement in the air feels electric, charged with anticipation for what’s to unfold. The guys chatter sporadically, their voices a low hum against the roaring engine, but I’m lost in my own world, replaying the evening’s plans like a video on repeat.
“Dude, you good?” Aiden asks, his brow furrowing as he glances over at me.
“Yeah, just thinking about the game,” I lie, a smirk creeping onto my lips despite the tension knotting my stomach.
The thrill of our plan combined with my unyielding desire for Noelle sends a shiver down my spine. I can only imagine what it'll feel like to have her close, even if it’s under the disguise of this new persona.
The stadium lights blaze brightly as we arrive, illuminating the sprawling field below. Fans gather, their cheers and laughter ringing in the air—a cacophony that heightens my adrenaline. I step out of the car, the cold air hitting my face as we make our way towards the college entrance.
“Remember, masks on tonight,” I remind the guys as we enter the locker room to prepare for the big game.
The game begins, and the roar of the crowd is an intoxicating backdrop to my spiraling thoughts about Noelle. I glance around, watching her find her seat in the stands and take a deep breath. She looks stunning, even from a distance. But it’s the mischievous glint I see in her eyes as she chats with the other parents that pulls me in, a magnet luring me closer, tethered by a connection that defies explanation.
Halfway through the first quarter, I realize I've kept my eyes on Noelle for the majority of the game, feeling the weight of my anticipation building.
From a distance, I watch her—the way she laughs, the way her hair catches the light, highlighting the curves of her body that I’ve come to crave more than anything. She glances down at her phone, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s my message she’s reading. The thought sends a rush of power through me, knowing I hold that influence over her.
Every play I call, we come out with a great drive, getting closer and closer to the end zone where we want to be. But I still can't stop thinking about how tonight is going to go. With the ball in my hands, I look downfield to see who's open, knowing we need a first down to keep us in this drive.
As I scan the field for an opening, the tension in my chest tightens. My heart races not just from the anticipation of the game but from the pull of Noelle’s presence, which blurs the lines between reality and the fantasy I’ve conjured in my mind. I can almost feel the weight of her gaze on me, igniting a fire that fuels my drive. The whistle blows, snapping me back to reality. I launch the ball, spiraling it toward my teammate, only to have it intercepted.
"Fuck!" Frustration surges through me as the crowd erupts in a wave of gasps and cheers.
I shake it off quickly; this moment is only temporary. My thoughts dart back to the plan for later and the sight of Noelle in those seductive leggings, her luscious body just begging to be explored.
Once the game ends, amidst shouts of a shocking victory, I try to focus, yet every cheer feels muted against the thumping in my chest. I keep glancing at the stands where Noelle sits with other parents. The thrill of the chase lingers in the air, and all I can think about is how much longer I’ll have to wait to put my plan into action.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the team gathers to celebrate another win, even with my thrown interception. But my focus is solely on one thing—one person. As soon as the cheers die down, I excuse myself from the celebrating team, my heart pounding like a war drum as I make my way through the throng of people.
“Where the hell are you going?” Aiden calls after me, but I wave him off, my gaze locked on Noelle.
She smiles and laughs at something someone says, but her eyes hold an anxious glimmer that only deepens my resolve. She makes her way out of the stands, strolling inside with the crowd, ready to leave for the night.
As I hang back, I clutch the mask, waiting for the right time to put it on. Finally, she descends to the lower level, where it's just the two of us, unbeknownst to her. I slip my mask over my head, zipping up my black sweatshirt to hide the clothes I'm wearing underneath.
My hands shake with anticipation, and my cock jumps as I stare at her ass jiggling in her tight leggings. It's almost time for her to be mine, and I can't fucking wait. She slips into the bathroom, giving me time to find a spot to wait for her that's out of sight, trying to catch my breath and prepare myself for another mysterious encounter.
Before she comes out, my phone vibrates, and I pull it out to see a call from Aiden. Quickly, I answer it, keeping my voice in a whisper so I don't give myself away.
"What's up?"
"Where are you? We're ready to go."
"I'm inside still. Do me a favor and get the rag ready. The chloroform is in the trunk."
"You want us to meet you in the car?"
"Yeah, I'll be out soon with her. When you see us, grab the rag and get her in the trunk as fast as you can."
I hang up the phone just as I hear the bathroom door opening, and as I look up, Noelle walks out, her eyes red like she was in there crying. However, I can't let emotions get in the way of my plans, so I push them to the back of my mind and begin my approach, breathing heavily under my mask.
When I reach her, I’m struck momentarily, unable to hide the emotions flooding over me, even though I'm trying my hardest. The intensity of the moment grips me.
“Hey,” I say, trying to keep my voice casual even as I feel like I’m teetering on the edge of a cliff.
She spins around, her eyes wide and mouth open, fear evident as I back her up against the wall.
“You look nice tonight, Noelle. Dressing up for someone special?" I ask, putting my body flush against hers.
Her cheeks heat slightly, and she raises an eyebrow. “You again... Q?" She asks curiously, and when I don't answer, she begins to grow even more worried.
I smirk, wanting to play with her a bit. “Who is this Q?”
Her smile falters momentarily, caught off guard, but then she straightens. “He's no one. Nevermind,” she teases, and that spark of defiance ignites something wild within me.
“Is that what we're doing now, playing fucking games?” I counter, stepping closer, the crowd above us fading into a distant hum.
Her eyes widen slightly, realization dawning as the implications of my words settle in. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she stammers, but the teasing tone betrays her.
She bites her lip, glancing back toward the door that will take her to the safety of her car, uncertainty evident in her expression.
“I think you do,” I press, watching her reactions like a hawk. “Oh, and those pants, Noelle... they really leave little to the imagination. Tell me, are you wearing panties underneath them?"
Her eyes widen again, and she sucks in a breath, growing even more nervous with each passing second.
"Are you sure you're not Q?" She asks in a soft whisper, biting her glossy lip as I drag my fingers down the front of her body, teasing her.
"I have no idea who this Q is, but I can assure you, I'm not him."
"Are you ever going to tell me who you are or what you want? Why have you been following me?"
I grab her throat, catching her off guard, and the look in her eyes is enough to make me come. I can feel the rapid pulsing of her veins beneath my fingertips as I squeeze her throat even tighter, forcing my hand beneath the tight elastic band of her leggings. Her eyes, even though they're still wide with fear, roll back as my hand dips lower and lower, my fingers dancing over her bare cunt, smoothly shaved and already dripping.
"You sure ask a lot of fucking questions for someone who refuses to answer mine," I bite viciously, running two fingers up and down the slit of her pussy lips, feeling her tense body trembling against mine, still pinned to the wall.
"You're so fucking pretty, Little Freak. That face you make, when my fingers dip in and out of this soaking wet, tight cunt, it drives me fucking wild," I grunt in her ear, grinning under the mask as her hands grasp at the wall, desperate to find something to hold onto.
"I... I need to go," she pants, trying to catch her breath and remain calm at the same time.
Trying to push me away, her hand grazes across my abdomen, and the feeling of my tight muscles has her gulping, her mouth dryer than a bone. Giving up, I pull my hand out of her leggings and push my fingers into her mouth, squeezing her lips shut around them.
"You want to leave, then fucking clean my fingers, you dirty fucking whore," I command in a dominant tone, my playful demeanor gone.
As she looks into my eyes through the mask, her tongue slowly begins licking the length of my fingers, swirling around them seductively. In the mood to fuck with her some more, I push them in deeper, making her gag as the tips press against the back of her throat, teardrops falling from her icy blue eyes. She tries to push me away and pull my fingers out of her mouth, but I inch them in even more, sliding them down the start of her throat until she gags again.
"I can give you something to really gag on, Noelle," I whisper, finally easing my fingers out of her mouth so she can breathe.
She glares at me, wiping the spit from her lips as she smooths out her jacket and pushes past me. "I said I have to leave." She quickly rushes away, never looking back.
As I follow behind her, keeping my distance, I pull out my phone and send a message to Ryder, telling him to get the chloroform ready since she's heading outside. This is it. In just a few short minutes, Noelle will be completely at my mercy, bound, gagged, and knocked out. It's fucking exhilarating.
A burst of cold air smacks me in the face as I step outside, even with my mask on, making a light shiver rock my body. She still hasn't looked behind her, most likely because she's afraid that I'll still be following her.
Taking out her keys, she hits the unlock button on the key fob, aiming it for her car at the other end of the parking lot.
With quick steps, she tries to rush to her car, completely unaware of the other masked man running up behind her—the one with the soaked rag in his hand. I walk in slow steps, intriguingly watching the scene unfold in front of me.
Even with the mask on his face, I can tell that it's Aiden from the way he walks. My heart pounds and excitement courses through me as I fixate my eyes on Noelle, completely unaware that Aiden is now right behind her, his arm raised, ready to wrap around the front of her.
And that's exactly what he does. He snatches her and tugs her against his body, bringing the chloroform-soaked rag in front of her face, pressing it over her mouth and nose so the chemical is all she's breathing in during the struggle. She puts up a fight—and a good one too—but against the chloroform, she really has no chance. It doesn't take long for her to go completely limp in Aiden's arms, succumbing to the potent odor of the chemicals. He picks her up and carries her to the waiting car, giving me a head nod. I quicken my stride, meeting him at the car, opening the trunk so he can place her inside. I stare down at her, aroused by the sight of her passed out and helpless, completely unaware of what's about to happen. I brush the hair out of her face and trace over her lips with my finger, obsessing over my stepmother briefly before finally closing the trunk and getting into the drivers seat.
"One of you needs to get in her car and drive it back to the house. We can't leave it here or people will start asking questions," I tell the three of them, finally removing my mask, able to take deep breaths again.
"I'll do it," Hudson volunteers. "Are you following me there or?"
"Yeah, we'll follow you, and once you park it in the garage, hop in so we can get moving to the cabin."
Hudson nods and walks back towards Noelle’s car, his heart racing with excitement and mischief. As I watch him disappear into the darkness, I take a moment to compose myself, feeling the weight of what we've just done settle in. There’s a strange mix of exhilaration and looming guilt brewing in my chest, but there's no turning back now. I glance at Aiden and Ryder, both wearing expressions of eager anticipation.
“This is going to be fucking epic,” Aiden whispers, his eyes alight with thrill.
“Just stay focused,” I remind them, my voice low. “The fun starts when we get her to the cabin. Remember, she has no idea it’s us. We stick to the plan.”
As I put the car in gear and pull away from the parking lot, I can’t shake the sense of tension in the air. We’re crossing lines—unforgettable lines. Noelle has unknowingly stepped into our world—a world where fantasies collide with desires and where I, playing the role of the enigmatic Q, hold the reins.
We drive in silence, the dark, snowy road illuminated only by the beams of my headlights. My heart thrums at the thought of Noelle waking up—bound and helpless—yet craving what’s to come. I can almost see her expression, a mix of confusion and intrigue, as she tries to piece together the fragmented reality she finds herself in.
After dropping her car off at the house and parking in the garage, Hudson gets back in the car, and we take off, trying to drive fast but careful in the relentless snow that continues to bury the city. Minutes pass, then hours, and soon the rustic cabin comes into view, nestled among the tall pines and cloaked in a blanket of snow. This is the perfect place for our little escapade, far away from prying eyes. I back the car into the garage, and we quickly hop out to assist each other with the trunk.
“On three,” I say, feeling the thrill pulse through me as we gently lift Noelle out, careful not to jostle her too much.
We carry her inside, the cabin enveloping us in warmth against the biting cold outside. Once we’re inside, I glance around at the cozy ambience—the low-hanging lights casting a warm glow, the plush couches, the fireplace waiting to be lit.
“Let’s get her on the couch,” I suggest, and we lay her down, adjusting her position so she’s comfortable yet vulnerable.
Aiden pulls out some rope from his bag, and I can sense the anticipation in the air. Each of us seems to be craving this moment—the moment when Noelle becomes ours entirely.
“Should we wake her up first?” Ryder asks, exchanging glances with the rest of us.
“No,” I respond firmly, feeling a rush of control surge through me. “Let her sleep for now. We’ll handle that later.”
They nod, and for a moment, we stand around her, the reality of our plan settling deeper into our consciousness. As we light the fireplace, the flames flicker and dance, casting shadows across her face. I kneel beside her, careful to study her features as they soften in the warm light. Even in this state, she’s beautiful—every line and contour heightened by the flickering glow.
“You’re going to fucking love this, Noelle,” I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper, my heart racing as I imagine how she’ll respond when she awakens.
With the room now warm and inviting, I feel the giddy anticipation building inside me. The power dynamic shifts endlessly in my mind—she’s secured in this moment, but soon, the roles will be inverted.
Aiden leans over, ready with the rope, but just as he reaches for her wrists, I hold out my hand to stop him. “Let’s make this special. We need to make her feel like she’s in a dream. These ropes... it’s all part of her fantasy, but we need to take our time.”
The guys exchange glances of excitement and confusion, but I can see in their eyes they trust me. As the fire crackles, illuminating the room, I can almost hear the heartbeat of this night—the way it’s alive with secrets, desires, and the promise of indulgence. It sends shivers through me.
With time, the restlessness seems to settle as we prepare, waiting for Noelle to awaken. I can only imagine how she’ll react to the surreal reality of her captors and the games we have in store. As the minutes tick away, I finally give in to the thrill coursing through my veins and pull out my phone once again.
I snap a few pictures of her before hitting record on the video screen, leaning in to whisper into her ear, “Welcome home, Noelle. It’s time to play.”