Oh god, what should I do? What can I do? There was the car he kidnapped me in. But the most glaring problem is that I don’t exactly know how to steal a car. Hotwiring a vehicle doesn’t seem likely with my lack of knowledge, and I have no idea where he keeps the keys.
So with no nearby neighbors, I’m trapped. Getting into bed, I pull the sheets over myself, feeling hopeless. Out in the middle of nowhere with no end in sight, I lie totally motionless on the bed in the dark room and will myself to sleep.
Robert, Robert, Robert, his name flows in my mind. Why can’t I stop thinking about the man? Why the hell does my captor have to be front and center, every second of every day, making me burn with hunger, sizzling with desire? Why why why?
And then it happens. Like an answer to my dream, the door bangs open and the dark man’s huge, hulking form is there. Barefoot and bare chested, his perfectly muscled bod looms, shadowy and dark, stealing my breath.
I should scream. I should cry out to the heavens, in case someone can hear. The chances aren’t likely, but still, that should be my natural reaction.
But instead, I go shivery inside, warm and trembly. Oh god, what’s wrong with me? So I sit up, gasping.
“What are you doing?” comes my mewling cry. This is never going to do. “Get out of my room!” I proclaim, louder this time, clasping the blanket to my chest. “Get out!”
His eyes burn with fire, devouring me whole, and before I know it, the sheet’s fallen to my lap. Why oh why did that happen? Why did my nerveless fingers let go, baring my creaminess, nipples hard and stiff, pointing straight at the big man?
And with my tits revealed, Robert’s eyes change color, going from blue to a deep, dark black. A muscle flickers in that strong jaw as he stalks purposefully into the room, towering over my small form in the bed.
Oh god.
I should pull the sheet over my boobs again, but I’m frozen, like a deer fixed by a predator’s gaze. My tits stay out there, huge, luscious, beckoning to the man. His undivided attention has my core aching and moist.
What the hell is wrong with me? I should be trying to escape! I’m in danger! screams the voice again.
Robert opens his mouth to speak but a primal growl comes out instead. Clenching his hand into fists, it seems as if he’s struggling with himself, fighting some internal battle.
I can’t move, holding still as a hummingbird, just waiting. My skin craves him. My insides are running moist and wet, the sheet dampening beneath my pussy.
I’m sure he’s about to kiss me, to put that mouth on mine when his words come out in a crack, slapping me across the face.
“I knew you were a fucking slut. This is second time I’ve seen your tits today. Just admit it. You’re trying to seduce me, aren’t you? Just like you seduced Chance. You’re a fucking whore.”
What? No! He’s got it all wrong. I look at him with shocked, wide eyes before protesting.
“No! I- I just don’t have any clothes! This isn’t exactly an overnight trip, I didn’t pack a suitcase or anything.” The tremor in my voice shames me, heart curdling.
His nostrils flare but those eyes darken even more. Robert closes the rest of the space between us swiftly and silently like a predator stalking its prey. Yanking the covers off of me, he reveals the rest of my nude body, everything out in the open, creamy and flushed.
Scrabbling, I try to gather the blankets and pull them back onto my chest but he’s too strong and fast. Again, he yanks away the barrier between us, this time flinging the sheet on the floor so that it’s completely out of reach.
My hands fly to cover my curvy form, but it’s a useless attempt. The round globes of my breasts are too big to conceal with my small hands and they keep slipping out, nipples peeking from behind my fingers. And oh god, my slit. My pink slit is in full view, moist and puffy, as he stares at it. Shamefully, it juices even more under his gaze, making me moan out loud.
His blue eyes trail over my body, blazing hotly.
I squirm, loving it, but common sense takes over.
“Please don’t,” I breathe, twisting this way and that, still trying to shield my cunt and breasts. Oh god, there’s just too much flesh and I can’t hide my curves, not by a long shot.
Those blue eyes flicker.
“You’re the town slut,” he rasps cruelly. “A fucking nasty ass slut, luring men into your trap. I might as well help myself to what you’re handing out to every other guy.”