“Yes.” Jillian felt her cheeks heating with the shameful admission but she couldn’t help but tell the truth. “I never knew that about myself before now but yes, it’s amazing.”
“You’re amazing,” he growled, beginning to pump inside her in a steady rhythm that made Jillian moan with delight. “You feel so good around me.”
“I’m glad you find me pleasing, Master,” Jillian panted as she worked her hips to keep up with his thrusts.
“More than pleasing,” he growled, speeding up so that she could feel the blunt head of his cock colliding with the tender end of her channel with every upward movement. “Damn near irresistible, sweetheart.”
Jillian wanted to answer him but she was breathless with the pleasure of having him take her so hard and thoroughly. She tightened her grip on his broad shoulders, gasping with every deep thrust as the need built inside her again. God, she’d never had sex even remotely this good, this intense before, had never felt as if she were about to shatter into a million pieces when her orgasm hit. Being with Barry had been an exercise in trying to stay awake. Being with Kyle was like riding a roller coaster, one that kept taking her to higher and higher peaks before rushing her down into overwhelming pleasure.
“God, you’re so tight,” he growled, his large hand squeezing her hips as he took her. “So tight and hot and wet. Your sweet little cunt feels so good wrapped around my cock. I could make love to you forever, sweetheart.”
“Master,” she moaned breathlessly as he pounded into her. “Master, please, I think I’m going to… I’m so close…”
He seemed to know exactly what she needed. Without missing a beat, he reached beneath her and twisted the small knob at the end of the black vibrator buried inside her. It sprang to life, sending a tingling sensation throughout her entire body and Jillian cried out as the tidal wave of pleasure washed over her once more, nearly drowning this time in its intensity.
His big hands tightened on her hips and he thrust himself into her to the hilt once more, as though trying to get as deeply inside her as he could. Jillian could feel him pulsing inside her and knew he was coming too, coming deep inside her pussy as he allowed her orgasm to trigger his own. For a brief moment she wished that there was no condom between them. She wanted to feel him filling her with his hot cum, filling her to overflowing with the irrefutable evidence of their connection.
But her own pleasure was ebbing and with it, her energy. She felt both physically and emotionally exhausted and, unable to help herself, she slumped forward, letting her head rest on his broad shoulder as she gave in to exhaustion. Strong arms wrapped around her and Kyle held her close, murmuring something soft and tender in her ear. Jillian didn’t know what he was saying and she didn’t care—his tone was enough to tell her that he felt the same way she did and wasn’t sorry a bit for what they had done.
She was beautiful when she came—especially when she came with him inside her. Kyle told her so, whispering in her ear as they both came down slowly from the orgasmic high they had shared. He wasn’t sorry he’d broken We Kidnap U’s rules or his own either despite the fact that he was no longer hard and throbbing with need. He was glad of it. Glad that he had forged some kind of link with her that had nothing to do with the paid kidnapping experience.
“You okay?” he asked softly when she raised her head from his shoulder. She had been panting with pleasure and her voice was still a little breathy when she answered.
“Better than okay.” She smiled at him. “A little sore maybe, but that’s all right.”
“Sore, hmm? I think we can fix that.”
He helped her dismount and removed the slender black vibrator, then carried her into the bathroom again. This time he joined her in the tub and they washed each other’s backs and hair and had a bubble fight that left them both soaked and happy. They finally got out of the tub when her stomach rumbled so loudly he could hear it even underwater.
“Sorry.” She blushed crimson and put a hand to her abdomen. “I, uh, didn’t have much for breakfast. I wasn’t exactly expecting to be kidnapped today.”
Kyle thought of pointing out that the contract specified that she could be taken at any time but decided to skip it. They were way beyond contractual obligations here. He could feel something growing between them—something too important to be bound by signed statements and written words.
He got her out of the tub, dried them both off and wrapped her in one of the luxurious Egyptian cotton robes Adam kept in a cedar chest in the corner of the bathroom.
“Mmm, this smells wonderful,” she murmured as he enfolded her in the cedar-scented robe. “Kind of like…well, kind of like you.” She looked at him shyly. “I’ve been wanting to ask you ever since you grabbed me this morning, are you wearing some kind of cologne or do you just naturally smell like fresh woodchips?”
He grinned as he shrugged into a robe of his own. “No cologne, sweetheart. It’s probably because of what I do for a living.”
“Oh, you mean you don’t do, uh, this, all the time?” She made a motion with one hand, indicating the whole dungeon setup.
Kyle shook his head. “Actually, this is the first time I’ve done a ‘nap. I’m just filling in for my little brother, Adam—he’s the one who owns the franchise. In real life I’m a carpenter. I have a workshop and store over in NoHo. Well, it’s mostly a workshop but that’s also where I take orders when people want custom pieces made.”
“Wow, I should have guessed something like that. You seem like the kind of guy who likes to work with his hands.” She smiled and took one of his hands in her smaller, softer ones.
Kyle pulled her in for a kiss. “I like to find hidden potential. I can see something beautiful in the wood before I start and I enjoy bringing it out into the open.”
“You’re good at that in more ways than one.” She snuggled against him, her damp hair smelling like lavender. “I never would have dreamed I could enjoy half the things you did to me today, but this has been the most amazing and intense experience of my life.”
“If you didn’t think you’d like it, why did you ask for it in the first place?” Kyle frowned—he liked her a lot but she was full of contradictions.
She looked at him uncertainly. “Kyle, there’s something I have to tell you. I—” Her stomach growled again, startling them both and he couldn’t help laughing. After a moment she joined him. Her laughter reminded him of the bubbles in a glass of champagne, rising to the top with an exuberant, musical ripple.
“Later,” he said, taking her hand. “Right now I’d better feed you before you faint away from malnutrition.”
There was a prepared picnic-type lunch in the fridge of the prep room and they remade the somewhat rumpled bed and ate it lying on their sides, facing each other. It was fairly light, assorted cheeses, some grapes and fresh figs and a bottle of white wine, but he had something special for dessert.
“My God,” she groaned when he brought out fresh strawberries and a can of whipped cream. “Is that full-fat whipped cream?”
“Mmm-hmm.” He sprayed a dab of it onto one of the strawberries and wiggled it temptingly in front of her nose. “Is that a problem?”
“Maybe not for someone like you with zero-percent body fat. Or my little sister—she practically lives on that stuff.”
“You never told me you had a sister.” He smiled. “If she’s as beautiful as you I should fix her up with my brother.”
She looked uneasy. “Um, I don’t know, I think she’s dating someone right now. For the moment anyway, but you never can tell with Sab. She’s so crazy—always all over the place, you know? But the point is, I shouldn’t eat that.” She looked at the strawberry with longing but made no move to eat it. “Because for someone like me, with slightly more than zero-percent body fat, it could be a little bit of a problem.”
“The only problem you’re going to have is maintaining those luscious curves if you don’t eat.” He let his eyes rove over her body appreciatively. “So come on, baby, open up.”
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“Is that an order, Master?” she purred.
Kyle grinned. “Come here and find out.”
When they finished eating there was still half a bottle of the gooey white cream left and he took his time, squirting it all over her and licking it off very slowly. As he lapped the last traces of sweet cream from her swollen pussy, Kyle knew he wanted her again. She seemed to have the same idea because she tugged impatiently at his hair, urging him to make love to her.
This time the love was soft and sweet and slow with no mind games involved. Kyle appreciated the fact that she didn’t always need to be dominated to get off—too many of the girls he’d dated were hard-core freaks and couldn’t come unless they were tied up or being caned within an inch of their lives. That kind of thing had its place, but he liked to feel a woman submit to him without having to play a scene to get her to that point. And the woman in his arms submitted beautifully, giving herself completely as he took her, opening herself to him in every way possible as they made love for what seemed like forever.
Later, sticky with whipped cream and other things, they took another bath and she told him about her job at the accounting firm and her pedantic boss.
“I don’t know what I’m going to tell him about today,” she sighed, as Kyle scrubbed her back. “Pulling a no-call, no-show is grounds for immediate dismissal.” She smiled. “But somehow I just can’t make myself care.”
“Well, you should care. What are you going to do?” Kyle frowned and made a mental note to tell Adam that We Kidnap U needed to have some kind of excuse ready for its clients. Not that he was planning to ever work another ‘nap for his little brother. Now that he’d found a woman he connected with on so many levels, he would want to stop all this. Stop going to the clubs too—even though he hadn’t been there more than twice in the past year. She was all he needed and he didn’t want to risk damaging the new relationship by playing scenes with anyone else.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged languidly. “I’ll probably tell him there was a family emergency out of town and I forgot my cell phone. I don’t like lying to him but I can’t exactly tell him I was kidnapped and sexually tortured within an inch of my life the whole day, can I?”
“Tortured, hmm? Is that what you call it?” He pulled her close again, sloshing water from the tub onto the marble floor, and tickled her mercilessly.
“Kyle!” She giggled and howled for mercy until finally he stopped tickling and started kissing. Things went from funny to serious in a hurry and Kyle found that he was ready for her again.
“You’re insatiable,” she murmured, feeling his hard length bump against her thigh under the water.
“You seem to bring it out in me.” He kissed her neck. “But I understand if you’re not up for round three.”
“If you’re up for it, so am I.” She lapped the beads of water from his shoulder and nipped him playfully. “I’ve always wanted to try it underwater.”
“Hmm, so you’re even more adventurous than I thought.” Kyle positioned her against the side of the tub, thankful that he had thought to bring in a few condoms in the pocket of his robe.
Afterward they dried off and dragged themselves to bed again. Kyle pulled her under the covers—not for any more sex but because he loved the way her silky skin and soft curves felt when her naked body was pressed against his.
“Mmm, this is nice,” she murmured, snuggling against him. The top of her head was just under his chin and her body seemed to fit perfectly with his. Kyle couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so contented with a woman in his arms. Absurdly, he had the urge to tell her that he loved her, but he knew it was way too soon for that, no matter what he was feeling. Instead he held her close and kissed the top of her head.
“Sabrina Marks, you are an amazing woman,” he murmured.
Surprisingly, she stiffened in his arms. “Don’t…” Her voice was muffled against his shoulder but she sounded upset.
“Don’t what?” He lifted her chin to study her eyes. She looked upset.
“Please don’t call me that. I-I liked it better when you called me sweetheart or baby.”
“Okay, fine.” Kyle frowned. Was she trying to distance herself in some way? Is that why she didn’t want him calling her by her name?
She obviously saw the hurt on his face because she shook her head. “Kyle, I’m sorry. It’s not what you think. It’s just that I—” She broke off and covered her mouth with one hand, yawning hugely. “I’m so sorry,” she said when she was finished. “That’s rude, I’m just so tired I can’t see straight.”
“I’m not surprised. You’ve been through a lot today.” Kyle smiled at her.
“We both have,” she answered. “But there’s something…something I need to tell you and you might not like it—” She broke off, yawning again.
Kyle looked into her big, dark eyes. “I can see this is important to you and we can deal with it, whatever it is. But not now,” he said when she tried to lift her head. “We’re both way too tired. Tomorrow is soon enough. Will you sleep with me tonight, sweetheart? I don’t want to take you home just yet.”
“Mmm, sounds good to me.” She cuddled closer and sighed contentedly. “Night, Kyle.” Her breath felt like warm feathers against his chest.
“Good night, sweetheart,” he murmured. He wanted to stay awake and wonder about her secret but he couldn’t remember the last time he had played such an intense scene and he was completely worn out himself. Deciding that tomorrow was soon enough to deal with whatever it was, he breathed in the fresh fragrance of her damp hair and fell asleep.
Chapter Seven
Jillian woke up with a feeling of contentment so deep that for a moment she thought she was still dreaming. She could feel a hard muscular chest under her cheek, moving slowly with someone’s breathing and the faint scent of musk and fresh wood shavings was in her nose. She was extremely sore between her thighs, but in a good way—as though she’d spent the entire last day playing erotic games and making love to the man of her dreams… Oh my God!
Jillian’s eyes flew open as she realized that it was no dream. She really had been kidnapped the day before and subjected to the sweetest sexual torture imaginable. And it was Kyle, her kidnapper and dream man, whose broad chest she was currently snoozing on.
He must have felt her stir because a large, warm hand reached up to comb through her hair and he murmured, “Good morning, sweetheart. Did you get a good night’s sleep?”
“Uh, fine,” Jillian squeaked. Part of her was panicked about waking up with a strange man in a strange bed—she wasn’t a one-night stand kind of girl and never had been. But another part—the bigger and bolder part that seemed to have been born the day before during his exquisite lessons on domination and submission—was pleased. Pleased that he sounded as happy and content as she felt as opposed to completely freaked out. Then again, maybe he did this kind of thing all the time and waking up with a strange girl in his arms was no big deal.
No, he said he didn’t usually do this—that he was breaking all the rules for me, Jillian reminded herself. She had broken a few rules herself the day before, she realized. Had done things she never would have dreamed possible, let alone pleasurable. Yet the memory of his hands and mouth on her body and his cock inside her was too hot to deny. Despite the tenderness between her thighs, she found herself getting aroused again, her pussy growing slippery and wet with need.
Amazed at her own boldness, she parted her legs and rubbed against the muscular thigh beside her. Kyle must have felt her slippery heat because he growled appreciatively and rolled her under him.
“Now this is what I call a good morning,” he rumbled in her ear as he parted her thighs with one of his own.
Jillian could feel herself melting under him and she was more than ready to give in to her erotic urges—now that Kyle had awakened her, she felt completely insatiable. It was as though she’d been starving for months and didn’t even know it until he sat her down at a huge fe
ast. She felt greedy—she wanted more and more of him and since he couldn’t seem to get enough of her, it seemed like a match made in heaven. Made in heaven except for the fact that he still thinks you’re your own sister, the little voice reminded her. Jillian came down from cloud nine with a bump and suddenly remembered a certain promise she had made to herself the night before. A promise that she would tell Kyle the truth about her situation before she did anything else with him.
“Kyle,” she said against his neck as he rubbed against her, doing incredible things to her body. “Kyle, before we go any further, I have to tell you something. We have to talk.”
He stopped what he was doing, somewhat reluctantly, and looking into her eyes. What he saw there must have made him realize how serious she was.
“What is it, sweetheart?” he murmured. “What has you looking so upset?”
“It…it’s about what I wanted to tell you yesterday,” Jillian admitted. She sat up in bed and gathered the satin sheets around her, wanting to feel not quite so naked when she told him the truth.
“Is it another man?” he asked, frowning.
“No,” Jillian said. She was beginning to feel uneasy butterflies in her stomach but she needed to get through this. “No, it’s just that in a way, this whole thing has been kind of a big mistake.”
“A mistake?” Kyle frowned at her and ran a hand through his short copper-colored hair. “That’s a hell of a thing to say, sweetheart. Do you really feel like that?” He looked upset.
“No, no,” Jillian hastened to assure him. God, she was making a mess of this but she was so nervous about what he would say when he found out the truth she couldn’t seem to do any better. “See, it has to do with my sister. When you, uh, kidnapped me I was over at her place to take care of my mother’s cat. He’s old and not in very good health, but we’ve had him in the family since my sister and I were in grade school. Anyway, he has to have his medicine every day at—” She had been slouching back against the headboard but suddenly she sat bolt upright in bed. “Oh my God—Buster!” she gasped.