That gives me pause, and my brow furrows behind the blindfold. Does that mean he’s done this before?
I shake off the thought, returning to the crisis at hand. I grit out through my teeth, “He wouldn’t think it was my wisest decision.”
He puts his other hand on my opposite knee and with what seems like little effort on his part, even though I know my legs are strong as fuck, he pries them apart. I dig my nails into my palms as his fingers make their way up the inside of my thighs, and as one hand disappears, I tense, not knowing where it may land. I take a deep breath, ready to scream my lungs out if there is the slightest chance someone nearby might hear me, even though it’s unlikely, since this area is usually a ghost town after business hours.
And then his other hand shows back up, this time on my other ankle, followed by the feel of… leather? Rope? Something softer than the metal cuffs at my wrists. Whatever it is, he’s able to get it strapped around my right ankle one-handed as he holds my left leg in place with his other, and I’m suddenly pissed off at myself for not thinking to kick like a damn bucking bronco while I had the chance.
Note to self: My instincts choose the “freeze” option during a fight, flight, or freeze situation.
“What to do with you now,” he murmurs, his voice coming from the end of the table at my feet. Which means he has a clear view of my completely naked form, including that secret part of me that’s now on display.
I swallow thickly. Trying to keep my cool instead of freaking out and doing something that might get me physically hurt, or worse. “You could let me go. I… I know some pretty powerful people. You could get a lot of money for ransom if you don’t hurt me. Please, just let me go.”
He hums, and I can almost picture a smirk on masculine lips. “You think I need money? Who’s to say I’m not someone powerful myself? I saw something I wanted, and I took it. Seems pretty powerful to me.”
I didn’t think about that. If he was in this part of town, he’s probably someone of higher status.
Suddenly, I feel hot breath on the tip of one breast, and I flinch away, my nipples tightening almost to a painful degree. Another shiver works its way from my chest to my neck and up through my arms, and I hear him hum again, as if in approval.
“So responsive. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think your body wants what your mind has conjured up that I’m going to take,” he purrs, and shamefully, my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head at the scent of his minty breath mixing with the intoxicating cologne he’s wearing. Now that the hood is gone, I can smell the woodsy notes along with something spicier… dangerous. I’m at this man’s mercy, and he’s right; my body is turning on me, becoming aroused when it should be anything but.
I should be fighting with every ounce of strength in my body, but my mind is telling me I might make it out of this if I don’t. Wouldn’t he be more likely to let me free if I don’t do anything to anger him? If I keep him calm, don’t do anything to make him hurt me, will he let me go when he’s finished with me? I just need to get out of this alive. Nothing else matters. There is nothing my body hasn’t been through that he can dish out, and I survived it all. I just need to be smart.
“If you’re going to do this, go ahead and get it over with. Just let me go when you’re done with me. Please just… don’t hurt me,” I tell my captor.
“Pretty girl, what makes you think I’d ever be done with you? What if I decided to keep you here, locked away to use whenever I want?”
My heart clenches in fear at that, triggered by the thought, since that’s what Brandon did to me for so many years.
But then I remember I got away from him. I got away when I was a broken down shell of a person. And I healed. Not only did I heal from the trauma, but I became stronger than I ever was even before I met my ex. So if I could do that when I was weak, I have no doubt I could do it again.
Before I can come up with an answer, and with no warning, I feel him swipe his fingers between the lips of my pussy, and I’m ashamed at the amount of wetness I feel gathered there. He growls, the sound vibrating above me, as he repeats the action, this time bringing the slickness to my clit and circling it with the lightest touch. I pull in a shuddering breath, my knees instinctively trying to close around his hand, but the straps keep my legs apart.