The Plume: The First Anthology (31 page)

"So, we have a choice," he murmured. "Either you behave and I take what I want here and now." She made a sound of protest, her eyes flashing. "Or I take you home with me and teach you to behave."

He glanced over his shoulder to the large black duffel bag he'd brought. She stared at it and he knew he'd surprised her again. She had said she had a kidnapping fantasy, though, so he'd figured he would cover the bases. He'd get to the cabin in time. She looked back at him and swallowed visibly.

"Bad weather tonight," he murmured. "How about here and now?" He paused. "Or maybe here and now
first
, depending on how sweet you are."

She shivered, as if giving it up. She nodded.

Mike was sure she was just trying to convince him to let down his guard. He was more than ready for a renewed struggle.

He left her on the one chair in the living room and went into the kitchen. He took a clean tea towel from the drawer, tested the length of it, and decided it would do. He claimed a stack of them. When he stepped back into the living room, Joanna was on the floor, dragging herself toward the door. Her butt was in the air, so sweetly round and inviting that he knew how he'd teach her a lesson for her supposed defiance.

He kicked off his jeans and boots, strode after her and caught her by the waist. He lifted her before himself and braced her on the back of the couch. He forced her knees open and drove into her once, a long hard stroke that made her back arch. She was so slick and hot that it was easy to claim her, so ready for him that sex was inevitable. He loved taking her from behind, with her ass grinding against his groin and her breasts inviting him to grab them.

She was wet and hot, tight and hungry. When she squirmed, it was all he could do to not lose control. Instead he moved inside her with a slow and steady rhythm, driving himself as crazy as he made her. She twisted and moaned, fighting without success. She got wetter and tighter. He felt her heart beat increase, saw the flush rise over her skin and knew she was going to come.

He pulled himself out of her with an effort, then slapped her butt.

He flipped her over and dropped her on the rug at his feet. Then he pulled out the small knife he'd brought and saw her shock.

He squatted in front of her, then cut open the tape that bound her ankles together. He was on top of her before she could move, crushing her into the carpet and burying himself inside her. She was captive beneath his weight, struggling without success. She moaned and groaned beside his ear, and the sound of her helplessness just made him harder.

Mike was sure it made Joanna wetter, too. This was a fantasy that worked for both of them.

He cut the tape that held her wrists to her waist and stretched them over her head, tossing aside the knife and locking his hands around her bound wrists. He braced his weight on his elbows and looked down at her as she wriggled underneath him.

"Put your legs around me," he growled and she did as instructed. He moved deep within her, the smell of her wet sex overwhelming him.

He smiled at her. "Can you identify your attacker?" he whispered, then bent to kiss her neck and her ear.

She shook her head and moaned.

He reached between them with one hand and caressed the hard knob of her clitoris with one gloved finger. He ensured that he rubbed the seam in the leather against her and felt her shudder with desire.

"I can come and get you whenever I want," he threatened in a whisper, knowing already that she liked when he talked like this to her. "You'll wake up to find me tying you down." She shuddered, her expression ecstatic. "Or maybe you'll wake up in that duffel bag, in the trunk of my car." She moaned, a long groan that seemed to be torn from deep within her. "Would you rather wake up, locked in my basement?" Joanna moaned more loudly and bucked her hips against him.

Mike would have to remember that, and deliver on each one of these threats.

He moved faster, and she fought him again, struggling with new force, both of them aware that she could never escape him.

And that it was exactly what she wanted.

Joanna's fantasy game was proving to be more exciting than Mike had even expected – and far more satisfying. He wanted to come to her every night and do this. He'd never thought about kidnapping a sex slave before, much less a woman he was dating, but the idea was blowing his mind. Joanna was his – for as long as he wanted her, in any way he wanted her, and it was exactly what she desired. The possibilities made him a dizzy.

"I'll take you to a remote cabin," he threatened and her eyes shone as she stared at him. "I'll keep you bound and helpless there. Hooded and gagged. Naked."

She groaned approval of that idea.

"I'll take you in a hundred different ways." He smiled as she shook on the verge of orgasm, knowing how to drive her over the edge. "Then I'll share you with all of my friends."

Joanna cried and arched her back, her puss tightening around him so abruptly that Mike couldn't stop himself. The flush spread over her skin and her eyes squeezed shut, her cry smothered by the gag. It was outrageous that she could be so sexy when she was so helpless. He thought about having her as his possession forever, buried himself deeper inside her and came with a roar.

He had only caught his breath when the key turned in the lock.

Mike glanced up to see a petite blonde woman in the doorway to the apartment, her expression astonished as she stared at them.

Oops.

* * *

It was Joanna's worst nightmare come true.

Louise stood in the doorway, looking shocked. Joanna could just imagine what her roommate was thinking. Louise's horrified gaze swept over Joanna and Mike, lingering on the black electrical tape on Joanna's wrists and Mike's hood. Joanna had no idea how going to explain this. Here she was, naked, with electrical tape around her ankles and wrists.

By choice.

Louise slammed the apartment door and strode into the room. "I'm calling the police," she said, and Joanna made a muffled cry of protest. Mike released her and she tore the tape from her mouth, then grimaced.

"Louise! No!"

Louise froze. Mike stood up, then helped Joanna to her feet, his gesture making Louise pause. Her umbrella was making a puddle on the floor, but she was more interested in the two of them.

"It's a game," Joanna said hastily, gesturing to Mike with her bound hands. "I've told you about Mike."

He tugged off the hood and nodded at her roommate, recovering more smoothly than Joanna had. Maybe something like this had happened to him before. He looked tousled and adorable, like a kid caught stealing a chocolate bar.

But so much more sexy.

"Nice to meet you," Mike said. He grinned at Joanna and the back of his neck turned red. "Maybe I'll just get my jeans and leave."

Joanna smiled in relief. This was going to take some explaining and it would probably be easier to do it on her own. "Maybe that's a good idea." She leaned forward and kissed Mike's cheek, dropping her voice to a whisper. "Although that doesn't mean we can't do it again sometime."

"Good?" he asked, his gaze searching hers.

"Better than I ever imagined."

Mike shoved a hand through his hair. "There was that." They smiled at each other, then Louise cleared her throat.

"I do remember Mike, but I didn't know you were a thief."

Mike grimaced, then crossed the room to get his jeans and boots. Even under the circumstances, Joanna couldn't help but admire the view.

"Old habits die hard," he said, obviously making a joke. Joanna remembered then that he'd picked the lock into the building where the Countess had interviewed her for the Plume. "I'll call you," Mike said after he'd tugged on his clothes, stopping to kiss her cheek. He winked at her. "It'll be all right," he murmured.

"Wait. Don't leave," Louise said suddenly, taking a step away from the door. Her gaze flicked between the pair of them. "I like the look of this game. I'm just surprised to see Joanna playing it." Joanna felt herself blush. "Can I play, too?"

Mike looked at Joanna, and she saw his surprise. He arched a brow and she shrugged, noting the gleam that lit his eyes. He liked this idea.

Joanna would make it happen for him.

"Maybe the thief arrived when we were both home," Joanna suggested.

Mike smiled. He picked up the roll of electrical tape, and glanced at Louise. "Maybe it's double or nothing."

"Double trouble works for me." Louise agreed with a smile.

"Then get naked," Mike commanded. He peeled off his clothes again but tugged the hood back on.

"Keep the gloves on," Joanna whispered.

He grinned at her. "You like them?"

"Oh, yes." She smiled. "Turns out I do like leather."

"Good." He bent and kissed her, the leather of his hood brushing against his face. His kiss was sweet and hot, a reminder of how great this evening had already been.

And it wasn't ending.

Joanna told herself to keep an open mind. She might enjoy this variation.

Louise was peeling off her clothes, throwing them on the floor in her haste to join the game. Mike grabbed Joanna and wrapped his arms around her, sealing her elbows against her body. He clapped one hand over Joanna's mouth, holding her captive against him. "Why don't you surprise us again?" he suggested to Louise and acted as if he was dragging Joanna to her bedroom.

Louise nodded, her eyes sparkling. Joanna could see that her roommate's nipples were already taut, and guessed that the evening wasn't going to be such a write-off for her friend after all.

Mike turned his back to the door and dropped his voice to the low growl that drove Joanna wild. "You're not behaving yourself, beautiful, and you promised." She struggled in his grip, again feeling that sweet futility. He cupped her breast with his gloved hand, then pinched her nipple. "I'm going to have to punish you."

She struggled against him, managing to get her mouth free of his grip. "Please, no!" she said, playing her role.

"Last time you said 'please
yes
!'" He chuckled. "Maybe I need to take you harder this time and teach you a lesson."

Joanna broke free of him and ran. Once again, Mike caught her easily and threw her on the couch. He quickly wrapped another length of tape around her ankles, securing them together firmly. He straddled her again, locking one hand over her mouth and holding her wrists together with the other. His eyes were gleaming and his cock was hard as he surveyed her.

Savoring his prize.

Choosing how to begin.

Joanna's heart thundered in anticipation.

"Oh my God," Louise exclaimed suddenly, her words ruining everything for Joanna. "What's going on here? I'll have to call the police!"

"Don't move or make a sound," Mike snarled at Joanna. He moved like lightning, seizing Louise and wrestling her to the ground. She struggled and bit like a wild cat.

Joanna might have ripped the tape free and run, but the sight of Mike subduing her friend both excited and troubled her. She couldn't help but stare. She loved seeing the grace and power of Mike's nude body, but was less happy about how hard he was.

"Shut up or I'll fuck you up the ass right now," Mike snarled at Louise. He could have been a thief, a violent man caught by surprise – and one who knew what he wanted. Louise whimpered but said nothing more.

Mike flung her in front of the couch. She pretended to be terrified, but Joanna could see how her eyes were dancing.

"On your knees, right here," Mike commanded and Louise fell to her knees in front of him. "Tie her hands, beautiful," he said to Joanna, barking his orders as he gave her the tape. "Tightly and behind her back. Now!"

His attitude was thrilling, giving the encounter a taste of reality. Of danger.

"But I can't..." she complained, wiggling her bound ankles.

"Do it," Mike snarled. "Or pay the price."

Joanna caught her breath as if frightened. She tumbled off the couch and landed on her knees beside Louise. She taped her roommate's wrists together behind her back.

"More," Mike instructed. "Run the tape up to the elbows. I want her helpless."

Louise shivered.

"I want you both helpless," he added.

Joanna did as instructed, maybe even exceeding Mike's expectation. She tried to think of it as preparing a gift for him, but the fact was, she didn't want to share. She glanced up when she was done, only to find Mike close beside her, his eyes glittering through the mask. He handed her a tea towel from the kitchen.

"Put a knot in it." His voice hardened the way that drove her crazy, as if he was a demanding disciplinarian within a breath of spanking her senseless. Joanna couldn't decide whether it would be better to provoke him or play along.

She took the tea towel, remembering Rex's comment that there was nothing so exciting as a slave who bound herself. She knotted it and raised it to her own mouth.

"Her."

Louise gasped and opened her mouth to cry out. Joanna wanted to pout.

Mike caught Louise under the chin. "Maybe one thing before that mouth is unavailable," he murmured, then put his cock into her mouth.

Louise purred and locked her mouth around him. Mike closed his eyes and moaned involuntarily. Joanna was outraged and surprised, but Louise sucked him off with such enthusiasm that she might have been working for extra points.

This was not Joanna's plan.

But did it please Mike? She simmered, told herself that she didn't want to lose him over one blow job, then couldn't stand it. She leapt from the couch and dragged herself across the room. "I'll call the police!" she said.

Mike pulled himself out of Louise's mouth, then lunged after Joanna. "You were supposed to behave yourself, beautiful." He smacked her butt hard, then hauled her back toward Louise, setting her on her feet. "Get this bitch gagged," he snarled and Joanna was only too happy to do so. "Make a double knot," he added. "And ensure that the wad of cloth is right in there."

Joanna shoved the cloth into Louise's mouth. Then Mike tugged the ends of the tea towel over Louise's cheeks and ears so they overlapped behind her head. "The tape," he said. Joanna wrapped the tape over the cloth, winding it around Louise's head.