“What the hell?” I squealed, pulling away. “You can’t just keep locking me up, this is crazy!”
Except as I spoke, he pulled another pair of cuffs out and in one swift move, fastened my ankle to the couch leg.
“What the?!?!” I squealed, even more outraged now. “This is kidnap! This is … this is ….”
But my voice died off because suddenly a knife appeared in his hand, shiny yet lethal, and my plump body quivered, breaking out in a cold sweat. Oh god, was he really going to? Was he going to hurt me somehow?
But the look in his eye wasn’t that of some mass murderer. It was a dangerous predator, sure, but one that wanted to devour me, savoring every inch of sweet female flesh. And slowly, Mason ran the tip of the blade against my cheek. I quivered, almost unable to breathe.
“Mr. Major?” I choked out. “Sir? Please.” My voice trailed off.
The big man merely chuckled darkly.
“Seems like a little danger is the only way to tame the wildcat within, huh?” he asked. “Seems like you need it a little excitement, hmmm?” he asked smoothly, trailing that knife edge against my throat this time.
And oh god, I loved it. Because I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me. This man wanted me, I could see it in those gleaming blue eyes. So this wasn’t the time to slash my arteries, Mr. Major wasn’t going to draw blood in any way.
And sure enough, the knife moved quickly then, swift and efficient. Mason slid the sharp blade down my neck and to my cleavage before catching the tip in the vee of my blouse and slitting the cloth in two.
“What?” I gasped, the material hanging in rags down my shoulders. “What the?”
But the alpha was fast because his next move was to slice my bra, revealing huge sacks of cream tipped with pink nipples that quivered under his eyes.
“Oh!” I breathed again, heart fluttering like a butterfly. “Oh my god!” I should have been scared but instead, my heart beat like a drum, holding absolutely still as the man wielded his knife.
And Mason knew. Because instead of stopping, he just kept going. The alpha moved swiftly to my shorts, slashing the material and drawing it off my body until I was dressed in nothing but tiny red panties. I blushed then, a full body flame that ran all the way from my hairline down my chest, spreading rosily across my stomach. Because usually I wear granny panties, but today of all days, I’d put on a frippery little thing from last year, something I’d bought on a whim. It was tiny and flirtatious, totally inappropriate.
But judging from Mason’s aroused groan, he liked it too. And with one flash of the knife, the panties were gone and my pussy was out, pink lips peeking out from beneath a small thatch of hair.
“Stop!” I squealed, squirming against my chains. “Stop, stop! You can’t do this to me!”
What was coming next? Was he going to touch me? Lick me where it counts? And to my great shame, my body flushed again, insides tingling, pussy beginning to drip. Oh god, oh god, I was supposed to be a prisoner struggling to get away, but instead, all I could feel was hot anticipation, wanting him to come closer.
Holding still, the dark man brandished the knife again. My breath was labored, big boobies rising and falling heavily as I stared. And slowly, he ran the gleaming tip over my nether lips. Looking down, I could hardly tear my eyes away as the metal grazed the sensitive flesh, tickling, so tantalizing and yet potentially lethal.
“Mason,” I breathed. “Mason.”
Both of us were entranced by the sight of the knife moving against my most sensitive spot. And with a gentle twist of his wrist, the blade moved horizontally against my flesh, scraping off a small patch of hair, leaving me bare and nubile beneath.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped hoarsely. “So beautiful.”
Both of us stared as the knife teased my pussy, enraptured, but I wasn’t able to keep still for long. Because it felt so good so that involuntarily, my body quivered, juices running hotly between my thighs. Oh my god, this was so embarrassing! I wasn’t supposed to like it, I was tied up as a strange man touched me. But instead, moaning throatily, I looked into those blue eyes.
“Mmm,” I breathed, body on fire, already begging for his touch. “Please more.” My boobs heaved up and down, nipples hard as rocks, everything open for him.
And never breaking eye contact, Mason lifted the knife to his mouth and licked the blade clean with his tongue.
“You taste good,” he grunted. “Your cunt juice tastes real good, baby girl.”
With a flash, the pocketknife disappeared. I gasped at the alpha. Where was it? What was going on? I was totally nude, cuffed hand and foot in a strange man’s office. What had begun as a regular day at the coffee shop had gone berserk. I was a prisoner, my mind whirling, body on alert … and yet I only wanted more.