“You have any other kidnappers?”
She swallows.
Stares at me then looks straight ahead.
“I can walk home, thanks.”
“Get the fuck in my car, Dani, before I make you.”
The sleet is turning to slushy snow.
Flurries of it blow into the car when she opens the door.
“Happy?” she snaps when the door slams.
“No.” I shove her back into the seat, making her gasp. “Don’t ever send me pictures like that again.”
“You didn’t like it?” Her tongue comes out to lick her lips.
“You don’t want to fuck with me,” I snarl at her.
“You started it.” Her chin sets stubborn.
I grab her jaw, forcing her head back. “I started what?” I nuzzle her neck so that I don’t kiss her mouth. “Hmm? You came into my bedroom—no panties on, just your big tits under my T-shirt…”
I tug the buttons on her blouse open. Pull the fabric aside.
She makes that same gasp from the video I watched a hundred times and know by heart as I nuzzle the curve of her breast, cup it out of her bra, and suck the pink nipple into my mouth, rolling it with my tongue.
I let her feel my teeth on her, wanting to mark her, to tell everyone she’s mine.
I inch her skirt up.
I can stop any time I want to.
“Did you like the video?” she stammers out.
“Next time I want to watch you come.”
“Oh!”
I cup her face, trace my thumb over her lips, and let her suck on it as I trace the desire on her face.
Her tongue presses against my finger as I inch her skirt up a few more inches.
“Mhhh—” She makes a strangled noise.
The skirt moves higher up her hips. She wiggles to give me better access.
You see? She wants this. Wants me. Wants me to take her.
Her mouth parts when I jerk my hand out and stare down at the V between her spread legs.
“Where are your panties?”
“I lost them.”
“Lost them where?”
