My latest short story – Dark Captive is NOW out!
Here is an excerpt:
As they went into a room, he stopped.
Laura heaved a sigh of relief when the man bent his shoulder, and her feet
touched the floor. Taking some trembling breaths beneath the gag, she wished he
would remove it. It was getting wet and yucky. As she wondered what was going
to happen next, she hoped he would take all her binds off so she could at least
have a fighting chance against him.
The sound of the door clicking shut,
and then locking, was loud—and final. Now she was alone in a room with a person
who promised he would hurt her.
Her captor prodded her to move
forward.
“Go on.”
Laura hesitated after a few steps,
unsure what to expect. Uncertain what he expected of her—the man who had
kidnapped her and brought her to a strange building, to an unfamiliar room.
Large hands folded around her
shoulders from behind squeezing her in an oddly calming way before nudging her
to go on, making her stumble. “Uh-uh, lady. Don’t stop now. There’s nothing in
front of you.” His voice was deep, and silky smooth—like a dangerous predator.
Gorgeous, but deadly.
Laura shivered as she hesitantly
walked forward a few more paces, not really believing his words.
He grunted behind her. “So you don’t
trust me, eh?”
No, I don’t! She hated being out of her comfort zone. Her
boyfriend teased her she should let him take her out more often, particularly
to new places she’d never been before. He reckoned she was missing out on life.
And now she was experiencing ‘life.’
She snorted to herself. It wasn’t what she thought her boyfriend had been
suggesting, which was more along the lines of dinner in a nice restaurant,
maybe a concert or even a club.
“I’ll have to cure you of this
mistrust, my dear.”
Laura became aware his voice was
coming from a different direction. He had moved ahead of her.
Making a sudden decision, Laura ran
in the direction she considered the door to be. It took about five or six steps
before her shoulder connected with a thud.
Ouch!
Turning around anxiously so she could
get at the lock with her hands still tied behind her back, she fiddled with the
handle. Her heart pounding, she desperately tried to get it open. She had
almost succeeded when she heard running footsteps as he came up behind her
slamming the door shut again, denying her freedom, keeping her prisoner.
Laura groaned. It had been a long
shot at best.
“Where exactly do you think you’re
going?” His voice was low and sardonic, clearly amused by her vain attempt to
escape.
His arms were either side of her
face, and he pressed his body against hers. She could feel his hard cock
against her and shivered in reaction.
I nearly made it. Except where would she have gone once out, not
being able to see anything? It was rather stupid, she knew.
His breathing was harsh against her
cheek, although his voice sounded amused. “Oh, I see. You want to play games,
do you? Don’t worry. We are going to play some great games. We’ve played
catch—and now I’ve caught you. Clever me. Next comes leader of the
pack. I’ll show you who is in charge around here, and then maybe we’ll play
some ball games.” He laughed at his joke.
A slither of fear—or excitement went
through her belly, knotting her stomach. I’m not aroused. I’m not!
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