too.
“Please don’t take me,” she begged, playing along. “I don’t care if you rob us blind, but leave me here.”
“Fuck, no. You only got one thing I want, lady. I came for you. I’ve been watching you.” He yanked her hands behind her back and slapped a pair of handcuffs on her.
“Let’s go.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“Don’t ask questions.” He dragged her out the door onto the deck. “Hmm. Maybe I should blindfold you so you don’t know where I’m taking you. Wouldn’t be good for me if you could lead the cops right to me. That’s if I let you go.”
He really seemed to be getting into this. So was she, to her surprise. His forceful demeanor turned her on.
He took a silk scarf out of his pocket. “Stand still.”
“You don’t have to blindfold me. I won’t tell anyone where you take me, I promise.”
“You’d better shut up, or I’ll gag you too.” He tied the scarf around her head, covering her eyes. “Can you see anything?”
Only the ground immediately in front of her, under the edge of the blindfold. It didn’t seem worth mentioning. “No.”
“You’d better be telling me the truth.” He gripped her arm tighter. “Come on.”
“I can’t see where I’m going. What if I fall?”
“Don’t.”
Her excitement inched up a notch. Even with the possibility she might get hurt, he hadn’t come out of character. If she didn’t know better, she would have questioned his identity, but she’d heard that growling voice before. Not in a long time, though. It was the voice he’d used when they had sex, before they'd allowed real life to intrude and make things stale.
He dragged her along. She could see just enough to avoid tripping over anything. Had he tied the blindfold that way on purpose?
They reached a car and he shoved her inside. “Buckle up, bitch. I wouldn’t want you to die before I get a piece of your ass.”
“How can I buckle up? I can’t move my hands.”
Roughly, he pulled the seatbelt across her and she heard it snap into place.
“There," he said. "Now shut up.”
He slammed her door and after a few seconds she heard the driver’s side door open. He got in, started the car, and backed down the driveway. The tires squealed as he pulled away from the house.
She had no concept of where he was taking her; with her eyes covered, she didn’t even have enough sense of direction to figure out where he was going. Only the familiar whine of the engine, with the occasional slight click that they’d been meaning to have checked out, let her know that she sat in her own car. Eventually they stopped moving and he cut the car off. She heard him moving around and then the driver's side door slammed hard enough to rock the vehicle. Nolie waited for him to open her door, but several minutes went by. Where had he gone?
She shivered. He couldn’t have just left her there. Until now, the game had been exciting, but now she felt completely vulnerable, wearing handcuffs and a blindfold and sitting alone in the car. Where the hell had he taken her anyway? For all she knew, there could be dozens of people looking at her right now. The thought turned her on more than she’d expected. She had known she had a little bit of exhibitionist in her; before she and Joseph married, she’d loved going out with him to bars and clubs wearing the most revealing outfit she could find. But then she’d been able to see people’s eyes on her. Now she just assumed. And even the thought aroused her.
Finally, the car door opened. “Get out,” her “kidnapper” growled.
“I can’t unbuckle the belt any more than I could buckle it.”
His open hand caught her across the face. The slap didn’t hurt; it wasn’t a true blow, more of a warning. The lightest touch.
“I thought I told you to shut up.” He reached across her and released the belt.
“Now, listen carefully. You’re going to walk with me. You will not speak. You will not try to get away. You will do
“Please don’t take me,” she begged, playing along. “I don’t care if you rob us blind, but leave me here.”
“Fuck, no. You only got one thing I want, lady. I came for you. I’ve been watching you.” He yanked her hands behind her back and slapped a pair of handcuffs on her.
“Let’s go.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“Don’t ask questions.” He dragged her out the door onto the deck. “Hmm. Maybe I should blindfold you so you don’t know where I’m taking you. Wouldn’t be good for me if you could lead the cops right to me. That’s if I let you go.”
He really seemed to be getting into this. So was she, to her surprise. His forceful demeanor turned her on.
He took a silk scarf out of his pocket. “Stand still.”
“You don’t have to blindfold me. I won’t tell anyone where you take me, I promise.”
“You’d better shut up, or I’ll gag you too.” He tied the scarf around her head, covering her eyes. “Can you see anything?”
Only the ground immediately in front of her, under the edge of the blindfold. It didn’t seem worth mentioning. “No.”
“You’d better be telling me the truth.” He gripped her arm tighter. “Come on.”
“I can’t see where I’m going. What if I fall?”
“Don’t.”
Her excitement inched up a notch. Even with the possibility she might get hurt, he hadn’t come out of character. If she didn’t know better, she would have questioned his identity, but she’d heard that growling voice before. Not in a long time, though. It was the voice he’d used when they had sex, before they'd allowed real life to intrude and make things stale.
He dragged her along. She could see just enough to avoid tripping over anything. Had he tied the blindfold that way on purpose?
They reached a car and he shoved her inside. “Buckle up, bitch. I wouldn’t want you to die before I get a piece of your ass.”
“How can I buckle up? I can’t move my hands.”
Roughly, he pulled the seatbelt across her and she heard it snap into place.
“There," he said. "Now shut up.”
He slammed her door and after a few seconds she heard the driver’s side door open. He got in, started the car, and backed down the driveway. The tires squealed as he pulled away from the house.
She had no concept of where he was taking her; with her eyes covered, she didn’t even have enough sense of direction to figure out where he was going. Only the familiar whine of the engine, with the occasional slight click that they’d been meaning to have checked out, let her know that she sat in her own car. Eventually they stopped moving and he cut the car off. She heard him moving around and then the driver's side door slammed hard enough to rock the vehicle. Nolie waited for him to open her door, but several minutes went by. Where had he gone?
She shivered. He couldn’t have just left her there. Until now, the game had been exciting, but now she felt completely vulnerable, wearing handcuffs and a blindfold and sitting alone in the car. Where the hell had he taken her anyway? For all she knew, there could be dozens of people looking at her right now. The thought turned her on more than she’d expected. She had known she had a little bit of exhibitionist in her; before she and Joseph married, she’d loved going out with him to bars and clubs wearing the most revealing outfit she could find. But then she’d been able to see people’s eyes on her. Now she just assumed. And even the thought aroused her.
Finally, the car door opened. “Get out,” her “kidnapper” growled.
“I can’t unbuckle the belt any more than I could buckle it.”
His open hand caught her across the face. The slap didn’t hurt; it wasn’t a true blow, more of a warning. The lightest touch.
“I thought I told you to shut up.” He reached across her and released the belt.
“Now, listen carefully. You’re going to walk with me. You will not speak. You will not try to get away. You will do
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