The blind date. The restaurant. The server. The water.
The water.
Fuck, I was drugged.
The realization made me jerk, and I tried to move my body. I could move, but at the same time, it felt futile because my hands were tied up somewhere. It started to dawn on me that the world around me was also covered in black.
My mouth wanted to part, desperate to speak, but I couldn't. Tears welled up in my eyes, my chest pounding so hard that it hurt.
Someone took me. I couldn't see anything. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak.
"Don't move so much, your wrists will get raw before the fun starts."
I froze.
I wasn't in the room alone. The deep, masculine voice covered every inch of the space like smoke, sending shiversdown my spine. Hot sweat broke out on my skin, and I jerked again—this time, with more fright. My frame tried to cower backward, but a calloused hand seized my leg.
I let out a muffled scream.
The tape on my mouth was ripped off.
"Who the hell are you?" I attacked him immediately.
"I'll tell you what you want to know if you promise not to scream anymore. You'll be doing a lot more than screaming tonight, so I need your voice intact." I detected a hint of mischief in his tone.
My chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as I pondered. Then I nodded softly.
"Why did you drug me? Who are you? Where am I? Why won't you let me see you? Please, let me go. I promise, I won't tell anyone." I rapped all out in one breath.
"Hmm. I like you. You’re curious." His voice dropped an octave, making my heart rate spike.
Then I felt warmth creeping onto my skin, making me whimper. Lean, rough fingers skimmed my thigh upward, deepening my whimper and almost extracting a foreign sigh from me. My skin tingled slightly from the effect.
"I want to have fun with you."
My insides twisted with something I didn't understand. "I don't want to have fun with you!"
"Are you sure about that?" He sounded cocky. "I can see how hard your nipples are through this tiny black dress."
My face burned, my lips parting. I was flushed and couldn't speak.
"I bet you are dripping right now. Why don't we check?" I stiffened, holding my breath.
A whimper unfurled from my throat when his fingers found my damp, lacy thong. I thought my cheeks couldn't burn hotter than they already were, but they did. Why did this turn me on?I bit down on my lips softly to keep from moaning when he stroked my clothed pussy.
"I knew I made the right choice with you," he mused.
"Are you going to hurt me?"
"Yes, I'm going to hurt you in dark, unhinged ways that you will like." His lips hit the shell of my ear, and I arched off the bed to meet the heat his mouth provided. "And do you know what you are going to do?"
I shook my head slowly.
"You'll moan so hard for me like the dirty little slut you are, Sienna. You will beg me to make you come and almost lose your mind because of how good I'll fuck you tonight."
I moaned, wanting to squeeze my legs shut.
Why did that sound so hot?
