Hostage Of Lust (2 page)

Now, as he tapped a powdery substance into Tara’s glass, his fingers shook. What was he doing? Would she really enjoy this, or hate him forever and threaten to call the police? Did she remember the game she’d talked about so often. Something she’d wanted to do for a long time in their early years. But Jim had never felt comfortable with the kidnap scenario, role playing or not. He was seven feet tall, weighing 290 lbs even at his thinnest. He intimidated most women naturally because of his size, and he hated that. So he wasn’t sure he was cool with play-intimidating his wife, and he’d put the game off many times during their marriage. But now, if it saved them to give her what she’d always wanted, he’d do it.

He’d gone to Doc Ferguson, the doctor who’d been with the EWL, treating their wrestlers, for over ten years.

“I haven’t been sleeping so well,” he’d told the doc. “What do you have that’ll knock me out fast and keep me out until morning?”

Doc Ferguson had given him a prescription for some powerful sleeping capsules. Then he’d gently edged his next question in, so as not to arouse suspicion. “Tara’s not been sleeping so great either. If she took one of these, would it be okay?”

The doc seemed to consider this, stroking his bare, wrinkled chin as he did so. “She could take a third of the powder that’s in those capsules. Don’t let her take a full one. That’d be too much. These pills work fast, so make sure you, or her, are ready to go to bed within fifteen minutes of taking it. And lay down right after you take it. I shouldn’t even be giving you these, but just this once…” He finished off by shaking a finger at Jim.

Jim had grinned and thanked him. Since Jim had never been a pest for drugs, the Doc didn’t appear to suspect a thing.

Now, he swirled the powder in the rich, red wine, hoping there was no aftertaste. He looked at the rolled joint that sat beside it and heaved a huge sigh.

He came into the living room and found her perched on the couch, smiling that wide, dazzling smile that had first attracted him to her. “Here you go.” Jim handed her the wine and sparked up the joint.

“This has been a wonderful day,” she said after sipping the wine. “It’s nice to spent some time together like this.”

“It’s something we should start doing more often.” His heart twisted. He was glad for her good mood, wanted to believe it was more than a brief glimpse of the Tara he loved. Maybe he should take the wine from her and forget the cabin?

She took a bigger gulp and a long toke. “We should go for a hike tomorrow. We haven’t done that in a long time. We could go up by that small lake…”

And the conversation continued on, amicably. As it did so, Jim felt more and more torn about the whole scenario he had planned. But then Tara downed the last of her wine and blinked at him sleepily.

She rubbed her eyes. “I feel a little funny.”

A knot formed in his throat. “You’ll be okay, honey. Maybe you should lie down?”

She gave him a strange look. Licked her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed and took a while to open. “Jim, did you drug me? What’s happening…”

She made to stand, and Jim stood with her. “Everything’s fine. Do you remember…” He swallowed hard. “Do you remember that game you used to talk about? The role playing you always wanted to do?”

She whirled sluggishly, eyes wide. “What’ve you done to me?”

Then, before he could explain further, she passed out in his arms.

Jim laid her on the couch and watched her chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm. He checked her heart and said a silent prayer to gods he didn’t believe in that everything would work out. Next he went to the bedroom to retrieve the blindfold plus hand and ankle cuffs he had waiting. He took his time and care binding her. First he slipped the silky, black blindfold around her head, fastening it securely. Then he coiled the cold fetters around her wrists and ankles, snapping them shut. The chains dangling from each pair of cuffs clinked as she moved in her sleep. After double checking he had the keys for both sets of manacles, he gently hoisted his slumbering wife in his arms.

He placed her in the front seat of their truck, then quickly loaded their gear into the back. After he climbed behind the steering wheel, he brushed some strands of hair from her face. “Please don’t hate me for this.” Then he started the vehicle and headed for the cabin.

***

She woke up surrounded in darkness, but there was warmth and softness beneath her. A mattress. When she tried to move her hands and feet, she found they were bound to the head and footboard of this bed she lay upon. Lengths of chain tinkled as she yanked them tight in her struggle.

She heard footsteps drawing close, then her husband spoke. “You’re awake.”

For the first time in their marriage, Jim’s voice struck terror in her heart. It wasn’t the tone. It was the fact he’d done this to her, and she had no idea why.

The affair
, she thought.
He must know. Dear god, and he’s flipped his lid.
 

His rough, broad hand touched her arm. “How do you feel?”

“My head…hurts.” She went to put a hand on her brow, feeling frustration when she couldn’t. “My throat’s dry.”

“I’m sorry. Would you like some water?”

He held a glass up to her lips before she could answer, slowly tipping it against her lips. She drank, giving a grunt to let him know when she was finished. “Why’re you doing this to me?” She was alarmed by the severe shake in her voice. “Is it about the affair?”

She heard him heave a big sigh. “No, no… it’s not about the affair.”

“So, you knew.” Her fear kicked up a notch.

“I suspected, but I didn’t know until just now.” His words were laced with hurt. “Why, Tara? Why didn’t you tell me?”

She took a deep breath, tried to quell her panic. “I don’t know, Jim. Because … because I thought I’d lost you.” No time like the present to be honest, she figured. “We’d grown so far apart this last year… I even thought you were having an affair of your own. Daniel was just there at the right time. Or wrong time, really. He became a shoulder. I tried to talk to you about our relationship. Remember? Tried to get back inside, but you always seemed so busy. I figured you wanted a divorce but didn’t want to hurt me.”

His wide palm caressed her cheek, and his tenderness further shaved the edge off her anxiety. “Oh, darling, I am so sorry. We’ve been silly, haven’t we? I thought you were leaving me for a younger man--”

She snorted laughter at this. “Daniel? No, no worries there, sweetie. I don’t know what I was thinking. And, to be truthful, he’s being a pain in the ass about breaking it off.”

She felt his hand stiffen slightly. “Want me to talk to him?”

She grinned, love flooding her chest at his protective streak. “Let’s wait until we get back home to talk about that. Can we?” Then her focus went back to her current helpless state. “Now, ummm, exactly what are you doing to me?”

His chuckle was deep and sexy, and a bit bashful, too. “You don’t remember the game?”

“Game? What game?”

His soft lips glided across her cheek and came to rest close to her ear. “The one you always wanted to play when we were first married. You used to beg me to tie you up and ravish you, as you put it. Used to tell me to take you unaware. You had this role playing fantasy about being kidnapped by a big guy and having him pleasure you while you were helpless. I was never too comfy with it, but seeing as how I thought you were leaving me, well…I thought if I gave you this, maybe, maybe it would be a last gift or save our marriage. I just wanted to please you. Sorry if I terrified you instead.”

Then the memory surfaced, and she cursed herself for being a fool. Of course. Jim would never hurt her. He was a gentle giant. Always had been, and always would be.

Ever since she first laid eyes on a gargantuan wrestler in her mid-teens, she’d had a preference for giants, as she’d come to think of these men. There was something about a wall of towering, muscled flesh that turned her on. And if the guy was a kind, gentle person in contrast to his powerful size, it only enticed her all the more. But, at the same time, the fact he had the power packed in his large body to be a force few wanted to reckon with intrigued her greatly. She confessed to Jim that she had a fantasy she wanted to role play with him. One where he was a forceful, lusty giant who captured her, bound and blindfolded her, and took her up to their cabin in the woods. There she would submit to him completely, and he could pleasure her in any way he wished.

“Here, let me untie you.” Jim’s voice cut through her reminiscing.

“Wait.” She stopped him. “Not yet. We did come here to play the game, didn’t we?” She gave him a wide smile.

***

For part one of the game, she told him what she wanted, and he changed the manacles on her wrists and arms before leading her outside. These cuffs were joined together by thinner pieces of chain. Her hands were now bound behind her back, and the short length of chain between the ankle bracelets made it difficult to walk. He took her by one arm and helped her through the door of the cabin.

Cool mountain air kissed her arms, slithered down her back, made her exposed cunt tingle and pulse. She wanted this first session to take place outside because she welcomed the added sensation--the smells of the forest, the sounds, and the touch of a breeze.

Jim told her to “Stand still,” and she did so, while he attached nipple clamps and a clamp at her clit. The one he fastened to her clitoris had a long wire running from it, which tickled her inner thigh as he stood and moved a short distance away. As he did so, he hit the speed control attached to this wire, and a gentle buzzing zipped through her clit.

“Uh-uh,” he scolded, when she reacted to the stimuli. “Don’t move a muscle. You can’t move or make a sound. You can’t come until I tell you to.”

This was going to be harder than she thought, but she welcomed the challenge.

He tugged on the nipple clamps and she bit back a moan, hissing air between her teeth instead.

“That still counts as sound.” The tension on the clamps ceased. The vibration left her pussy, and she filled with disappointment. “Now, are you going to be a good girl and stay still, stay quiet?”

She merely nodded, letting her gasp stay internal as the vibration returned to her clit, and he yanked on the chain coming from the nipple clamps once more.

His broad, rough palms encircled her upper thighs as he knelt in front of her. “Now, the pleasure’s about to get pretty intense. Are you ready? Nod if you understand.”

She did so, clenching her gut and ass in anticipation of what would come next.

He spread her damp slit with two fingers, then his tongue thoroughly traced between her slick folds. He poked the wet tip in and out her pussy hole. With his other hand, he pinched and tugged on the clit clamp.

She grit her teeth so hard they squeaked as they ground against one another. When he upped the speed on the clit clamp, she had to take a long, deep breath to stop herself from crying out in bliss. The assault of sensation between her legs was sublime, but not being able to react to it was sheer, delectable torture. This was more than a game of ecstasy. It was a game of mind over matter, and her need for discipline in this moment, the element of denial, only made the erotic enjoyment that much more intense.

When he nudged the tip of a thick dong up her now dripping cunt, she was caught by surprise. She let out a gasp and then a high pitched moan. The dong left her cunt and she felt her mouth draw down in a pout.

“That was very bad, Tara.” He slapped her ass with the head of the dong. “Now you have to wait ten minutes before I get back to pleasuring you.”

And he made her wait every agonizing second. Before his hands left her body, he turned the clit stimulator up to full speed. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop from crying out. The muscles in her legs trembled lightly, as did the ones in her arms. Her stomach held tight as her groin absorbed sensation and she waited, eagerly, for more.

“Spread your legs wider,” he said, as his hands returned to her body.

She tried not to sigh as his strong grip urged her thighs farther apart. Tried not to thrust her hips as the tip of the dong once more nudged its way into her throbbing cunt.

“You have to stand the whole time I fuck you with this,” he growled out the command. “And, remember, you can’t come until I tell you to.”

One hand tickled between her ass cheeks and spread them farther apart. She felt a coolness spread around her anus, and knew he was lubing her up with the sensation gel. Her asshole puckered and pleasantly stung as his slick fingers slipped inside, widening her for the double headed dong. He plunged more of it up her pussy, finding her g-spot in no time, as he made her asshole ready for the other end.

Holding off her release was driving her mad. The pleasure zipped right to her brain and made her dizzy. She almost bit her tongue as she denied another scream. Her chest heaved with deep breaths as the pressure, the need to come and shriek, climbed to an unbearable level.

“Bend forward a bit. You can use my back to brace yourself.”

She did as he commanded, splaying her shaky fingers over his mammoth back. She enjoyed the play of his muscles under her touch.

The dong poked up her quivering asshole, and she bit her bottom lip so hard she tasted blood. She tried not to squeeze his back too much as he fucked her up the pussy and ass with the thick, double-headed toy. She didn’t want to move too much, after all, and she still couldn’t come until he gave the word.

Her cunt was so wet now she could hear it loudly squish as he fucked her. He reached up and pinched one clamped nipple, and she couldn’t stop herself from digging her nails deep into his back.

“Getting hard to hold off, huh, sweetie?” He gave a throaty laugh. “Would you like me to let you come? Hmmm? Should I do that for you? You can speak now.”

“God, yessss…” she cried out.

“All right then.” He fucked her harder still with the dong. “You can come, and you can move, too.”

“T-thank you,” she managed, before she let herself go limp against his shoulder.

She absorbed every ounce of pleasure he had to give, focusing on the wonderful pressure that built deep in her pussy, concentrating on the intense tingle that flamed through her clit. Her asshole, too, ignited with warm, welcome stimuli. Her whole body now shivered uncontrollably as the orgasm ripped through her being. She gave a shrill scream of release, and nearly fell as the trembling in her legs grew fierce.