Page 11 of Blade: Blade Outlawz MC

After twenty minutes, I went back into the bathroom to shower and change clothes to go absolutely nowhere. All I had was pajamas anyway. I wondered why he wouldn’t at least let me walk around the rest of the house. I was going stir-crazy in this room. I never stayed in my bedroom that long unless I was sick. I liked to move around, even if I was only going to the living roomor kitchen. I hated not even having access to fresh water when I wanted it. He’d given me bottles of water, but they didn’t last long.

I thought abouthimas I washed up. I couldn’t believe I allowed him to kiss me, and I enjoyed it. There was for sure a lot of sexual chemistry between us, but I had to be crazy to think we could ever have sex. I couldn’t help my thoughts, though, especially his big hand wrapped around my throat. The thing that really got me was when he used his blade to make a trail down the middle of my chest. I’d never had something done to me like that, and instead of being afraid, I was turned on. His eyes couldn’t hide his desire for me, no matter how angry he tried to act with me.

I remembered my mother saying the eyes were the window to a person’s soul, and I could read Mr. Kidnapper’s eyes very well. He was attracted to me, and every time he came near me, he had to fight himself to not go against his plan, whatever his plan was.

When he grabbed my ass, I moaned. It had only been a few days, but I was a very sexual person, and I was ready to climb his big ass. It was not like I had anything else to do anyway.

I imagined his hands rubbing all over my body. His dick was big. That was obvious when I felt him getting hard against me. If I could, I would fuck him right in this shower. My nipples hardened just thinking about his tongue running over them. I pinched one and let my other hand run down my body until I reached my girl. I was horny, and I had no issues getting myself off when need be.

With the warm water cascading over my body, I stuck a finger inside of me while another one rubbed my clit. It took plenty of practice to be able to do both, but now I was a pro at it. I almost moaned when I came on my fingers, but I wasn’t sure where he was, and I didn’t want him to hear me. I wasn’t satisfied, but it would have to do for the moment.

After I washed up again, I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. The towels he gave me were top of the line. They were big enough for my body and soft as hell. There was a plate of food on the bed, but no sign of him.

“I wonder if he heard me,” I whispered as I sat on the bed. I kinda wished he did and came in to do something about it.

I looked at the food, and it looked good. It was waffles, bacon, and fruit. A cup of orange juice and a bottle of water were on the bedside table.

I didn’t know about being kidnapped, but I was thankful that he was nice enough to feed me. Everything I saw on TV, people were tortured and beaten when they got kidnapped. This guy had done none of that, which further confused me as to what his plan was. He had me intrigued by him. What could a man like him want with me? What did he do all day? He had to go to work or something. I was sure he had some woman somewhere waiting for him.

“Ugh.” I hated thinking about him, so I turned the TV on and ate my food. It was good, and it made me wonder who cooked it. Did he know how to cook? Or did he order it from somewhere?

Once I was done eating, I put the empty plate and glass near the door in case he came back and got it. There were a couple of bags I hadn’t looked through, so I did that, and it was more pajamas. There were way too many pajamas sets and nightgowns in the bag. All of the pajama shorts were short as hell, and the shirts hugged my titties. They weren’t too small, but they didn’t leave much room either. The nightgowns were the same thing, they all were short and only came to my thighs. It seemed like he got me clothes he wanted to see me in, but he never saw me for more than a few minutes.

“That’s odd,” I said as I pulled out coloring books and crayons from one of the bags. Maybe he thought it would help my boredom.

It would help if he would just let me take my ass home. I sat on the side of the bed and got mad all over again. What type of game was he playing? And why did I feel moved by his small bouts of niceness? What was wrong with me?

I knew by now, Cayenne and Uncle Evan were turning the town upside down, looking for me. I needed to get out of here for them, if no one else.

I heard the locks turn on the door. He pushed the tray with the door when he opened it.

I didn’t move from my spot because there was no need to.

“Did you enjoy your breakfast?” he asked like he was a damn waiter.

“It’s not like you care.”

He stepped further into the room; his eyes seemed darker than they were the day before. “I wouldn’t have asked, Pepper.”

“You keep saying my name like you know me, but I still don’t know yours.”

“You still trying to get it.” He chuckled. “I told you I like you calling me mister.”

I rolled my eyes and sucked my teeth. He talked about my mouth, but he was difficult as hell.

“The food was good, mister.”

His eyes roamed over my body, and he licked his lips.

“I see you found the coloring books.”

“Yes. Thanks. What made you get those?”

My eyes followed his tongue as it roamed over his bottom lip, while he crossed his arms over his chest.

“I remembered my mother telling me she read about a character who likes to color to relax, and I thought maybe it could help.”

“Oh, look, the boogeyman has a heart. Does your mother know you are holding me hostage? And what book was that?” Ihad to get all my questions out at once because I wasn’t sure how long he would be here.

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