cotton of her shirt.
“Aren’t these cute,” he smiled, pinching lightly. “I want to feast on them next time I see you.”
“Oh, Sir,” she sighed, “that sounds wonderful.”
“Time to leave. I still have work to get to,” he lied.
She scooted ahead of him into the garage, her panties and bra in her hand,
“Oh, shoot,” she declared, as she saw her wallet and keys on the seat. “I left my bag in the living room.”
“I’ll get it,” he smiled, kissing her on the cheek. “I guess they fell out when I picked it up. You stay put, I want to think about you squirming on that hot bottom of yours.”
She sighed contentedly as she watched him disappear into the kitchen, but Connor was sniggering smugly; everything had gone according to plan.
Entering the living room he grabbed her phone and quickly installed a sophisticated chip that would allow him to listen to her calls, download her texts, and turn on a microphone allowing him to eavesdrop on everything happening around her.
Slut Abby, I am really looking forward to having you here. It will be so satisfying to finally get that Brazilian Bitch out of this house, and striding from the room he hurriedly returned to his car.
Upstairs Gabriela was tied to a bed, gagged and blindfolded, and in spite of the scene that had played out in the living room she’d heard not a peep; she was at peace, lost in her fantasy.
Her marvelous Zander was tickling her naked body with a soft feather duster, whispering it between her legs as he nipped and sucked her nipples. Sliding it across her inner thighs, he made her moan as she wriggled, and when he moved his fingers into her soft sex, searching and exploring, she cried out in pleasure.
“What a wet girl you are,” he crooned. “So naughty, being so wet. What happens to naughty girls?”
“They get spanked,” she sighed.
“Then I must roll you over and spank you,” he whispered, his mouth at her ear.
Her ongoing fantasy freed her from her nightmare existence, and as it always did, it sent her into a soft, tranquil doze.
One day, Zander, one day I will be out of here and in your arms, I swear it, she vowed as she drifted off.
After the initial shock of her abduction she had learned very quickly that Connor Matthews, though completely insane, was very easy to manipulate.
He enjoyed seeing her miserable and frightened, so that’s what she fed him. She pretended things bothered her when they didn’t, and if he truly hurt her she didn’t react. To her great relief he had remained completely oblivious to her machinations.
Her cell phone had to be with her at all times so she was always reachable, but she had no privacy; the phone had been cloned and he listened to every conversation and read every text.
Hearing the voices of her loved ones was far more important to her than his eavesdropping, and in the first few weeks of her captivity she drew silent strength from hearing the voices of those she cared about, and though she’d been forced to tell them she was out of town, the short conversations had filled her heart and buoyed her spirits.
Slowly, however, the calls had simply stopped, except for her sister, who found Gabriela’s extended absence suspect.
“You’d better convince her,” Connor had warned.
But it was Zander she wanted to hear from most of all. She was convinced he would sense that something was horribly wrong, and somehow, some way, he would find her.
When he’d called weeks before and left a message he hadn’t used her name, so she’d been able to convince Connor she didn’t know who Zander was. In the dead of night she played his voicemail repeatedly, finding comfort in Zander’s warm confident voice and the memory of their brief time together. His last call just days before had thrilled her, and the timing was nothing short of astonishing. Gabriela was getting ready to make her getaway, but to be successful she would need him.
Being bound, gagged and blindfolded as she
“Aren’t these cute,” he smiled, pinching lightly. “I want to feast on them next time I see you.”
“Oh, Sir,” she sighed, “that sounds wonderful.”
“Time to leave. I still have work to get to,” he lied.
She scooted ahead of him into the garage, her panties and bra in her hand,
“Oh, shoot,” she declared, as she saw her wallet and keys on the seat. “I left my bag in the living room.”
“I’ll get it,” he smiled, kissing her on the cheek. “I guess they fell out when I picked it up. You stay put, I want to think about you squirming on that hot bottom of yours.”
She sighed contentedly as she watched him disappear into the kitchen, but Connor was sniggering smugly; everything had gone according to plan.
Entering the living room he grabbed her phone and quickly installed a sophisticated chip that would allow him to listen to her calls, download her texts, and turn on a microphone allowing him to eavesdrop on everything happening around her.
Slut Abby, I am really looking forward to having you here. It will be so satisfying to finally get that Brazilian Bitch out of this house, and striding from the room he hurriedly returned to his car.
Upstairs Gabriela was tied to a bed, gagged and blindfolded, and in spite of the scene that had played out in the living room she’d heard not a peep; she was at peace, lost in her fantasy.
Her marvelous Zander was tickling her naked body with a soft feather duster, whispering it between her legs as he nipped and sucked her nipples. Sliding it across her inner thighs, he made her moan as she wriggled, and when he moved his fingers into her soft sex, searching and exploring, she cried out in pleasure.
“What a wet girl you are,” he crooned. “So naughty, being so wet. What happens to naughty girls?”
“They get spanked,” she sighed.
“Then I must roll you over and spank you,” he whispered, his mouth at her ear.
Her ongoing fantasy freed her from her nightmare existence, and as it always did, it sent her into a soft, tranquil doze.
One day, Zander, one day I will be out of here and in your arms, I swear it, she vowed as she drifted off.
After the initial shock of her abduction she had learned very quickly that Connor Matthews, though completely insane, was very easy to manipulate.
He enjoyed seeing her miserable and frightened, so that’s what she fed him. She pretended things bothered her when they didn’t, and if he truly hurt her she didn’t react. To her great relief he had remained completely oblivious to her machinations.
Her cell phone had to be with her at all times so she was always reachable, but she had no privacy; the phone had been cloned and he listened to every conversation and read every text.
Hearing the voices of her loved ones was far more important to her than his eavesdropping, and in the first few weeks of her captivity she drew silent strength from hearing the voices of those she cared about, and though she’d been forced to tell them she was out of town, the short conversations had filled her heart and buoyed her spirits.
Slowly, however, the calls had simply stopped, except for her sister, who found Gabriela’s extended absence suspect.
“You’d better convince her,” Connor had warned.
But it was Zander she wanted to hear from most of all. She was convinced he would sense that something was horribly wrong, and somehow, some way, he would find her.
When he’d called weeks before and left a message he hadn’t used her name, so she’d been able to convince Connor she didn’t know who Zander was. In the dead of night she played his voicemail repeatedly, finding comfort in Zander’s warm confident voice and the memory of their brief time together. His last call just days before had thrilled her, and the timing was nothing short of astonishing. Gabriela was getting ready to make her getaway, but to be successful she would need him.
Being bound, gagged and blindfolded as she
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