Sensitive ~ Paranormal Erotica (2 page)

I wanted to cradle my arm, curl in a ball
and cry, but my arms were forced apart. I heard the car door slam
shut and felt the vehicle start to move. They pushed me onto a
cushioned seat. I was afraid they were about to take advantage of
me. Sure the next hand I felt would be on an inappropriate place, I
violently kicked my legs and tried to jerk my arms out of their
holds. But when I moved my right arm, the shock of pain went
through my body again. I cried out through my cringing chest.

“
Easy,” a man stated ahead
of me. A solid part of his body pushed against my lap, making me
sit flush against the seat. I felt a strap or belt over my waist.
My legs were pinned to a cushion by the floorboard. A strap
tightened over them, below the knee.

A man sat to my left, firmly holding down my
arm and shoulder against the seat. The man to my right held my
shoulder in the same place, but gingerly supported my injured arm
on top of his. His hand lightly gripped my bicep, should I try to
free myself again.

But I didn’t. I was completely immobilized,
and stopped struggling. When I stilled, I could feel the vehicle
moving, but I couldn’t tell the speed or direction. Those movies
where the abductee memorizes turns and stops to know where they are
taken were bull shit.

My gut cramped and my head swam. The man
atop me shifted, moving his legs to either side of mine, straddling
my lap. I felt like I was going to throw up, or pass out, but I
didn’t try to stop it.

The cloth lifted from my head and I was able
to breathe easier. A bright red light flickered over my eye and I
squinted. The man lowered a silver screen from my view. I blinked
to focus my eyes, trying to see past the pounding headache.

The man just two feet from my face seemed at
first to be someone I recognized. His long black hair was pulled
back and tied. I probably thought I recognized him because he had a
movie star face, symmetrical and proportional features, perhaps
with a small percentage of Native American in his blood. His eyes
were intense. Though he looked to be in his thirties, like me, I
felt like I was a child under his gaze. I felt butterflies in my
stomach.

He looked away, moving his hand to my
shoulder. The spell passed and I remembered where I was. I felt my
lips quivering. I pressed them together, watching the stranger lift
his palm to my neck.

“
This will sting a
moment.” His voice sent shivers down my back, but not of fear. He
pressed something cold and metal on the curve of my neck. There was
a circular pang against my skin and I cringed. It lasted only a
second, then was replaced by a dull throbbing.

I was worried the thing drugged me.
“Identity confirmed,” a computerized voice rang from the screen in
his hand. The man’s sharp eyes met mine again.

“
Hello, Miya.”

His smooth tone speaking my name made a warm
sensation tingle across the surface of my body.

A hundred questions ran
through my head, wanting to be spoken.
How
do they know who I am? Who are they? What do they want with me? I
was a single, working-class associate professor with department
store clothes. Surely they didn’t think they would get much of a
ransom for me.
The expression on the man’s
face held me, and my demanding thoughts.

“
We aren’t going to harm
you.”

I smirked at him and glanced at my right
arm, feeling its ache. My elbow might be badly bruised, but it
wasn’t broken. His eyes followed mine and he sighed.

“
That was an accident.”
His tan, sinewy hand touched my wrist then delicately ran down my
bones to my elbow. I flinched, but didn’t feel any pain. The man to
my right released the pressure on my shoulder and let go of my arm.
He moved to the side and the stranger took his seat, allowing me
view of the rest of the vehicle.

There were three more men
seated in the back of the hummer. They stared back at me as my eyes
darted over them. Same black shirts, middle aged, medium
build.
Shit, shit, shit.
I looked to the windows to discern our location.
My insides cramped. The windows were completely black.
What kind of car doesn’t let you see out?
The car was moving at a steady speed, not turning
and stopping, so we must have gotten out of town.
But where?

“
Who are you?” I demanded.
My body was giving way to panic. I pushed against the restraints,
though I knew they wouldn’t budge.

“
Give me a reading,” the
stranger stated. He positioned my injured arm between his hands,
cupping my elbow.

“
Surface temperature 38
degrees,” the man to my left stated.
What?
Was he talking about me? It had to be Celcius... Damn it, I should
know what that means.

“
Heart rate 140 BPM. Blood
pressure 175 over 90.”

That I understood. It was way too high. I
shuddered. But how did they read it without a cuff?

“
Just relax.” His words
blanketed me with a sense of ease, but there was something more. A
warm comfort rippled beneath his hands. The pain in my elbow peeled
away.

With narrowed eyes he stared down at my arm.
Sensation tingled toward my hand, like a rush of blood, then my
hand went numb.

“
ETA thirty-five minutes,”
a man’s voice said from the front of the vehicle.

“
Where are we going?” I
tried to make my words forceful, but my chest was heavy. A hum of
feeling in my arm consumed my awareness. My arm twitched then
relaxed again. The pain was completely gone.

I had tried reiki and meditation in college,
but this was something I had never experienced. It was as if he
commanded my muscles to relax.

You’re just imagining things.

The sensation moved up my shoulder. When I
took a deep breath it filled my lungs. I felt drowsy, like I drank
a little too much before going to bed.

The place on my neck where the computerized
device had penetrated my skin stung when my other discomfort
faded.

The stranger’s hand went
to my neck. I forced my eyes to open, not realizing I had closed
them. He touched the injured spot and I gasped.
Did he just sense I was hurting there?

Don’t be stupid. Stress has made you
delusional.

One finger pressed beside the wound on my
neck, and in moments the ache started to ease. It felt like he
pulled the pain out through my skin.

Crazy people don’t realize
they are crazy,
I chastised myself.
How about a test? If he can really tell what I’m
feeling...
My attention focused on the
belt across my lap. It wasn’t painful, but uncomfortable where it
dug into my abdomen.

The stranger met my gaze with a serious, yet
pleasant expression. His hand moved toward my lap. I held my
breath. I wanted to look down to where I felt him adjusting the
strap, but I couldn’t look away from his face. The edges of his
lips lifted slightly. One of his eyes half-winked. So subtle I
almost didn’t see it.

But I did see it. Warm tingling spread
across my abdomen, through the sensitive area between my thighs,
then across my legs.

Oh my God!

My breath was shallow, hesitant. I tried to
breathe in his smell, but all I got was a non-scent. This close,
and with the heat, I should have been able to smell some cologne or
antiperspirant, perhaps even his natural musk, but I could smell
nothing from him. I wouldn’t have minded getting closer to him. I
would press my face against his skin to see if I could smell
something then. Kiss it to see how it tastes. My cheeks flushed at
the thought.

I didn’t meet his gaze,
worried he would be able to read my thoughts.
Let’s see if he senses this...
I
shifted my thoughts to the strap tightly pinning down my legs. The
same moment I thought it, he leaned down and took the strap in his
hands. I felt the flush up my legs, stronger now, and my knees
turned inward. He slackened the belt a couple inches then secured
it again.

I didn’t realize his left
hand still held my elbow until I felt warmth emanating from it
again. He sat up and stared at me.
Why
would a man so handsome be interested in me?
I was held in his captivating gaze. Drowsy calm spread
through my head, my chest.
One more
test.
My concentration went to my lips.
Their surface tingled and they felt exaggerated. I looked deeply
into his dark eyes.
If you can really feel
it, then kiss me.

He chuckled. No he didn’t, he hadn’t moved.
The chuckle was in his head.

Now you are really going crazy.

“
Just lay back,” he said
in a soft, yet commanding voice. He placed his hand on my chest to
make me comply.

The calm was overpowering. My chest barely
lifted as I breathed. The feeling spread across my entire body. I
realized how to classify the sensation rippling through my flesh.
It was the pleasure of ecstasy, not as strong, and not as short
lived. I wanted it to go lower.

I don’t know if it was the stranger causing
feeling across my skin, or my own imagination, but the feeling
gradually moved to my tender area. Muscles between my thighs
squeezed in response. I was glad no one could see it.

My body felt like it melded with the seat.
His hand pressed lightly near my collar bone, lifting and falling
with my slowing breath. I could still feel the warmth between my
legs, but it was diluted by the relaxing sensation bubbling ever
muscle and surface of my body. That was exactly what it felt like:
the moment after finishing the best sex of my life.

“
O2 holding at 95
percent.”

My body felt like it was made of bricks. My
eyes barely opened.

“
Blood pressure 90 over 60
and rising.”

Had I been asleep? My eyes adjusted to the
light, and I found myself almost completely reclined and surrounded
by men in black shirts.

How the crap did that happen?

The comfort I had felt
from the stranger’s hands had vanished. Replacing it was an intense
feeling of fear and anger. A thick blanket covered me, but
underneath I had been undressed down to my bra and underwear. A
plastic tube was taped to my arm.
My God,
it’s an IV.

“
Three milligrams
midazolam,” the stranger’s voice rang through the rest. I looked up
to his face.

Sure, he was handsome, but why had I let him
affect me so strongly?

“
Let me go!” I demanded,
surprising myself with how angry my voice sounded.

His hand pressed down on my arm above the
IV. His dark eyes locked onto mine. “You don’t want to be awake for
this. The cleaning can be a bit jarring.”

“
What!” I sat up, and as I
did I saw the man to my left had emptied a needle into the port of
the IV.

My body tensed, but at the same time a
weakening sensation flushed through it.

“
I am an American citizen.
I have rights. Unlawful... search and seizure... The fourth...”
Dizziness won over anger. Strong hands pushed me back onto the
reclined seat.

The stranger leaned over me. He placed his
hand on my neck. “Trust me, Miya. I will take care of you.”

I blinked and the vision blurred. “Who are
you?”

“
My name is
Jordan.”

My eyelids grew heavy and closed over the
light. I shook my body to rouse myself.

“
Please, don’t do this.” A
chemical taste filled my mouth. I tried to sit up, wanting to throw
up. I couldn’t see the stranger, but I could feel him. Close...
very close.

“
Just breathe,” he
whispered. His words pervaded my senses. My pulse slowed beneath
his fingers. My chest filled on its own, making me sink deeper into
oblivion.