Page 13 of Captured

“Go. Go. Go.”

“All three of you are terrible friends. Did you know that?” I eased back against the Adirondack chair, staring up at the twinkling stars. There was something magical about being away from the city lights of Boston, becoming immersed in the quietness of nature. I swirled the bubbly as a series of filthy thoughts entered my mind.

They were all of him, the mystery man that had kept my fantasies very much alive. As a primal thought came to me, I closed my eyes, allowing images of what I’d envisioned about him into my mind. “Imagine being abducted from the darkness of your room in the middle of a raging thunderstorm, stripped of every single scrap of clothing. Then you’re tossed into the trunk of a car, driven to an unknown and faraway destination. Once released, the masked stranger holds up a sign telling you to run.”

“Ooohhh…” Sierra breathed. “I like it. Very primal.”

“Dangerous,” Cara added in her sultry voice. “Where am I in this salacious fantasy?”

If only they knew I was talking about myself they’d likely be shocked for a change.

“Mmmm… In the middle of a dense forest,” I continued. “There’s barely any moonlight, just enough to keep you from falling over limbs and other debris as you take off running. Faster and faster, your heart racing. You’re determined to get away from your captor, but the rush of excitement and desire continues to build.”

Yes, I could be very dramatic.

“Go on,” Janie whispered.

“You try but seconds later, you hear baying wolves and the sound of someone chasing you. You keep running, determined to get away, only to be surrounded by beasts. You realize you’re their prey, brought to fulfill their ravenous hunger. They corner you, growling from every side. There’s nowhere to escape, no one coming to save you. Suddenly, a bright light blinds you, the sound of footsteps getting closer. And closer. Until you can feel his hot breath cascading down your exposed skin. Him. The man you should be afraid of but the very one you long to have touch you. Kiss you. Fuck you.”

To add to the dramatic moment, I raked my fingers down the side of my neck, marveling in the feel of my hammering pulse. I slowly brushed the tips between my breasts, making cooing sounds. Or what Cara would call porn sounds. I could tell I already had them enraptured.

“Then what?” Janie asked, her voice barely audible.

“Then you feel his touch, the rough pads of his fingers. A rush of adrenaline forms, your stomach suddenly in knots. You can hardly breathe as both terror and excitement tickle your senses. You strain to see his face but the light prevents you from seeing anything.” I allowed myself to become breathless, my pussy aching as I envisioned the mystery man once again.

The purposeful silence was met with a groan from at least two of the girls.

“And?” Cara insisted.

I opened one eye, grinning from seeing they were all sitting on the edge of their seats.

“Then nothing. You wake up.” It was my turn to tease them for what they’d done to me.

“Keep going. Don’t you dare stop,” Sierra huffed as she slapped me on the leg.

“Ouch!” We laughed together and I had a strange rush of sensations. There was someone watching us intently. I could feel it. I glanced toward the trees, scanning the dense forest. A slight cracking sound drew my attention a couple of seconds later and an icy chill immediately drifted down my spine.

“What’s wrong?” Janie turned her attention to the location I was staring at.

“She’s worried her mystery hunk won’t find her here.” Sierra rocked back and forth before reaching for the bottle of champagne.

“Very funny,” I snarled, trying to drag my mind from the intense moment of raw fear.

A part of me wanted to find out if I was right, certain it was the same man but the commonsense girl inside of me knew I was being ridiculous. There was no one out there. Besides, if there was a monstrous creature, I wasn’t interested in becoming front page news after starring in an imaginary horror flick. Not this girl. I’d learned that caution was the best advice in every situation. Or I should say that had been drilled into me since my mother had been… found murdered.

A lump formed in my throat, my heart pounding in my ears. I was being more than just ridiculous.

“Come on. You need to finish the story,” Janie pushed.

She was right. After another sip of champagne, I leaned forward, taking a few seconds to shift the glass from one hand to the other as I locked eyes for a few seconds with each of my friends. “Then he wraps his long, muscular fingers around your neck, pinning you against a tree. And he lets you know exactly what his intentions are, his deep baritone booming into the night sky.”

Another dramatic pause.

Cara almost fell out of her chair. “What? What does he promise to do?”

“To whip you before feasting on your pretty pink pussy before fucking you in every. Single. Hole. The end.” I leaned back with a hard thud, laughing harder than I’d done before. If they were men, I would have left them with blue balls. Of course, I’d been told that was my specialty by the last two men I’d dated, refusing to give into their disgusting wishes.

“Oh, you really are a bitch,” Janie snorted as she flicked some of her bubbly in my direction.

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