Chapter 5
Chapter five
Skylar
The eerie silence surrounding me is the first thing I notice when I wake up.
I flutter my eyes open and notice the ceiling isn’t the usual dark blue paint of my bedroom.
It’s white. My body recognizes the effects of waking from this particular sedative, but it takes a moment for my brain to catch up with how wrong everything is.
This isn’t one of my little experiments where I try to build up a tolerance for certain poisons or sedatives through the process of mithridatism. No. I’ve been motherfucking kidnapped.
Memories whoosh into my mind, causing me to jerk up.
Only I don’t get very far. My arms are bound above my head, and my wrists are tied to the bedposts.
I’m stretched out on a large, soft bed like some erotic offering.
Fortunately, my clothes survived and are still on my body, apart from my dress shirt, which was torn open at the top during our alley fight.
I squirm against my bindings, instantly recognizing the material of my favorite rope I sometimes use in my porn shoots during our Shibari videos.
Not quite as soft as hemp, but it’s definitely an upgrade from the sharp zip ties that were originally around my wrists.
Interesting. Did he do it for my comfort?
I test my range of motion and realize the knots aren’t very tight.
Because the material of the rope is jute, its firmer, less stretchy nature will make it easier for me to untie quickly.
My heart races with adrenaline and hope. I can totally escape. Looks like my captor is all muscle and no brains. Poor brute. There’s no way he’ll ever make it as a hitman.
Noise in the other room catches my attention.
I’m assuming I don’t have much time. I take in my surroundings.
The bedroom is large and luxurious. Two windows are covered in expensive-looking blackout curtains.
They might be the perfect escape route, except I have no idea if I’m on the first floor.
So there’s a good chance the windows might be absolutely fucking useless.
I get to work, maneuvering my wrist this way and that. Once the first hand is free, the rest will be a piece of cake. In no time, the rope is loose enough for me to yank my wrist through. It hurts like a fucking bitch, but at least I didn’t have to dislocate my thumb.
The bedroom door creaks open, and I freeze, praying he won’t see my unbound wrist. My stupid, sexy brute walks in carrying a tray—an honest-to-god metal tray—with what I’m hoping is water and food, and not some torture device.
The man’s eyes snap toward me as the thought makes me chuckle.
“I never imagined being drugged and kidnapped would lead to breakfast in bed.”
He pauses in the doorway, a deep furrow in his brow as his striking blue eyes roam all over my body. Lust is evident on his face, only to be chased by confusion, then anger. His gaze lands on my wrist. Dammit.
He steps into the room, quiet for such a large man. As he approaches the bed, he uses his free hand to reach for the cup, then tosses the metal tray violently onto the nightstand next to me. The loud clatter is harsh against my ears, and I jump, embarrassed to admit the sound startled me.
He towers over me, making me feel tiny. If I were untied, I’m sure I would have a fighting chance, but like this? I’m so royally screwed.
It doesn’t matter how dumb the guy is; he must be at least two-twenty to my one-seventy.
No doubt that all that extra weight is muscle mass.
My thoughts wander to the way he easily tossed me over his shoulder earlier.
To the way I’m trapped. To the penetrating look in this man’s eyes. My cock jumps, slowly getting hard.
Painfully hard.
Fucking hell. Why is he so damn hot? There’s no denying he’s my type physically. In every single way.
My deepest, most secret desire when it comes to the bedroom is being dominated by a big man who thrives on control. All those things I do to my co-stars in my porn videos are things I wish someone would do to me.
No one knows this, but I only top in my videos because it’s my one guarantee that I’m in control. I never want someone to hurt me on camera the way they hurt my sister. But in private? I love to be dominated. To be forced to submit.
And fuck me, with the way he’s looking at me with lust and rage in his eyes, my stupid dick thinks it’s go-time. There’s no way in fucking hell I’m going to let him see the way he affects my body.