Page 31 of Volatile Waters

I had to force down a chuckle. She believed her name would matter after being in my presence. This delusional woman thought she was going to return to her normal life. “Do you work at a hospital?”

“No. A pediatric office.”

Now, I understood her affection toward Junior. I also understood her wanting her twisted fantasies being kept private. I tossed my soiled shirt into a corner, knowing a slave would retrieve it in the morning. “Oh, yes, back to this ‘agreement.’ Can you please explain?” I knew what it was but wanted to hear her voice her stupidity.

As if trying to appear confident, the nurse walked toward me, but I could smell her fear. And I liked it. “Shouldn’t you know?”

“Possibly, but I do not.”

Her educated eyes scanned my chest, then her eyes widened. “You had your wound cauterized?”

With my hands resting in my lap, I confirmed, “Needed to stop the bleeding.”

She took a step closer, then stopped. “Please, do not touch me.”

I linked my fingers together, planning on doing so much more than merely touching her, but the game was amusing and keeping me awake.

Accepting my silent promise of lies, she dared to step closer. As her fingers grazed my chest, my dick hardened. Her inner strength reminded me of the woman who had stabbed me earlier. My mouth watered for revenge.

The nurse’s hips naturally swayed while heading back to the bathroom counter. She fiddled with the box of tidbits then returned to rub a solution on my burn. Bandaging me, she explained, “There is not much I can do for you here. We should go to the hospital.”

Clearly, that was not on the agenda, hence her present predicament, but I admired her effort for reasoning with the unreasonable. “Tell me more of the agreement,” I peered up at her, “Rainbow.” Fear crossed her face for an instant before she hid it. I was toying with her by making her ‘mercy plea’ her new pet name.

Attempting to appear unfazed, she replied, “My friend had a wild scenario she wanted to experience.” Her cheeks blushed before whispering, “I did, too.”

“Did?” My curiosity was building by the second.

She threw the bandage packaging in the trash, next to the toilet by the shower. “I didn’t expect the kidnapping to feel so… real.”

My tongue sucked at my teeth, hunger growing. “You were expecting it?”

As if trying not to sound like the moron she was, she dismissively said, “As to our emails, our ‘agreement,’ of course, I did. I have the weekend off from work, so it was perfect timing for the—” Her eyes snapped to mine.

I waited, but she said nothing more. “So, you and your friend discussed this scenario, yet you are the one who sought it out? To actually go through with it?”

This woman had signed up for a fictional kidnapping, not realizing when she was online, she was speaking to one of my employees. We have men who speak with all kinds of girls and women, searching for love. Occasionally, we get a woman who is looking to fulfill a fantasy. There are possibly kind pretenders, willing to abduct and follow rules and guidelines. And then there is us.

With regret, Rainbow glanced to the floor. “I did. I was looking for…” Her eyes closed. “I’m not sure now.”

“What was the kidnapper supposed to do with you?”

Rainbow shook her head.

“Oooooh.” I leaned back, acting surprised. “Rape.”

“Tell me this is all part of the act. Tell me I’m not in real trouble.”

As gently as possible, my fingers grazed hers. “Of course, this is all part of the coercion. I just had to be sure you truly wanted to use your mercy plea.”

She dropped to her knees, squeezing my hands. “Thank God.” Her eyes opened to see me as she grabbed her chest with one hand, desperately holding on to me with the other. “I was so scared.”

I smirked. “You paid good money, no?”

She nodded emphatically. “A whole paycheck.”

Yes, we took her money—that she would no longer have a use for—tricked her, and planned on selling her. “We also had to be sure you and I are a good match. Are you attracted to me?”

It is amazing to watch someone lie to themselves. Her reality begged her to see all the signs, but her mind was so terrified it chose to believe my deceit. The truth was simply too much for her to comprehend; the child in my bedroom, the bolts on every door, the windows that would never open, the wound on my chest, the fact that we allowed her to see where we resided, and her instincts screaming for her to run.

All. Ignored.

Still on her knees, she scooted closer to me. “Now that I know you’re not a real rapist or murderer, yes. You are very handsome.”

I smoothed down her hair and fed her more lies. “True rapists are out for control, not the sexual act. Clearly, I have no control here, yet I have an erection.” Her cheeks lit up with a shade of rose, and she smiled bashfully. “And I bet the sex is not what you are truly after either. You want to be dominated.” Her eyes slid shut as her breathing picked up. I slid a thumb over her nipple to check if she was aroused by my insight. The bud was hard as could be. This flower was ready for the picking. My free hand slid up her neck then lightly fisted her hair. “Touch my dick.”

Without opening her brown eyes, her hand blindly searched for my crotch. When she found my hard-on, her head fell back slightly, as if she needed to believe I wanted intercourse. I did want it, but for the control I spoke of rapists desiring. I had every intention of owning her against her will. I had every intention of taking out my frustration with Mrs. Thompson for making me aware. I wanted my numb state of mind back, something I would now chase until my demise.

Her lips rose to touch mine. I yanked on her hair. “Rapists don’t kiss. We must keep your fantasy as real as possible.”

She moaned, completely unaware of how real all this was going to get.