Knot Intended (6 page)

The blindfold was more than she could handle anymore, though. Through trembling lips she begged, “Please let me take it off. I want to see. If you’re going to do something to me, I’d like to know what’s coming. I promise I won’t tell anyone what you look like. You even said you might not let me go, and if you don’t, I wouldn’t be able to talk to anyone anyway.”

“Good point.” He released her arms. “Fine. Take the fucking thing off. So help me, if you make any wrong move, it’ll be all over.”

If he’d been a true kidnapper, Nolie would have taken his statement as a threat. As it was, she believed Joseph was warning her that he would end their game if she stopped playing along.

Not that she had any intention of doing so. She was being held “against her will” by a man who had watched her and planned this solely because he thought she was sexy. And because he loved her.

Despite the fear and confusion—or perhaps because of them—Nolie found this to be the hottest experience she’d ever had. There was no way in hell she would call a halt to it either with words or actions.

She sighed, a small smile curling the corners of her mouth. She could almost believe the man holding her captive was a stranger, a criminal. But she couldn’t entirely forget his true identity, and she didn’t want to. Knowing it was Joseph made the entire experience even better. She’d told him her deepest, darkest fantasy, and because he loved her and wanted to spice things up, he’d gone to all this trouble to fulfill it.

He’d gone to the trouble just for her. That was love.

However, his actions were far from loving. He whipped the blindfold off her eyes and whirled her around, his hands on her shoulders. Nolie blinked to clear her vision in the suddenly too-bright light and got her first glimpse of her “kidnapper.”

Joseph had removed the sunglasses, though he still wore the ski mask. Through the opening in the mask, he regarded her with expressionless brown eyes. Even so, those eyes reassured Nolie.

She took a shuddering breath and glanced around. As she’d suspected, they stood in a hotel room. The bed was a king-size, piled high with pillows. A desk and bureau sat against the opposite wall, with a large mirror atop the bureau reflecting the two of them and the bed. The mirror had possibilities, depending on what Joseph chose to do with her.

Dark maroon drapes covered the window, obscuring any view that might have given Nolie a hint as to their location. She took a step toward the window, intending to open the curtains.

Immediately Joseph grabbed her around the waist and yanked her backward. She felt his hard cock against her and couldn’t help smiling. He was as aroused by their game as she.

He slid one arm up over her throat. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“I—” Nolie ran her tongue over too-dry lips and wondered whether he would give her some water if she asked. “I wanted to look out the window.”

“Fuck that.” He tightened his grip on her waist. “You think I’m stupid, bitch? I let you near that window and you’ll know just where we are. It’s bad enough you’re seeing me. No fucking chance I’ll give you a way to lead the cops to me later. If I even let you go when I’m done with you.”

He chuckled, the most evil sound Nolie had ever heard from her husband. Chills ran up her spine as his hot breath touched her ear. “Who knows, slut?” he whispered. “Maybe you’ll enjoy this so much you won’t want to go back to that wimpy husband of yours.”

Nolie clenched her fists. No one insulted her husband. Joseph was a good man, and he did everything for her, including—

Including this. He was insulting himself, and it was part of the game. Nolie bit back a laugh at the realization of how deeply he’d drawn her into her role.

“What are you going to do with me?” Although her voice shook, to her own ears she sounded too eager.
I’ve been kidnapped. I should be begging for my life, not flirting with the guy.
She took a deep breath. She would have to watch herself if she didn’t want to end the game too soon.

Joseph slid his hands down to her breasts and thumbed her hard nipples through her shirt and thin bra. The rough pressure sent jolts shooting straight to Nolie’s pussy. She gasped and leaned back, stretching to allow Joseph better access.

Abruptly, he shoved her away. Nolie barely kept her footing and turned to look at him.

He folded his arms and narrowed his eyes with a fury that made Nolie tremble. “You’re boring the hell out of me, you know that?” Joseph snarled. “All those times I watched you walking around your house, you looked like such a sexy bitch. I thought you’d be fun. That’s why I snatched your hot little ass. But you never shut up. Maybe I should gag you so I don’t have to listen anymore.”

Nolie’s chest tightened, and she shook her head. That was the second time Joseph had mentioned gagging her. This time he sounded as if he truly intended to do so.

She wouldn’t be able to tolerate it. The mere thought of having something in her mouth she hadn’t put there herself turned her stomach. She wanted to scream. Joseph knew how she felt about that, and rationally Nolie doubted Joseph would do anything she wouldn’t accept. But her fear wasn’t rational.

She shook. He simply stood, glaring at her, but when Nolie looked more closely at him she saw concern in his eyes. She took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in her throat. This was a game. She would be fine.

Joseph remained still as if waiting for Nolie to speak. She swallowed again and tried to sound convincing as she begged, “No, please don’t gag me. I wouldn’t be able to breathe.” Her voice broke on the last word, and tears came to her eyes.

She blinked them back. If Joseph saw her crying, he would break his character and become the loving husband again. Right then, that was not what Nolie wanted.

He visibly relaxed. “Fine. You not breathing would be a problem. After all, I wouldn’t want you to pass out before I have my fun with you. So if you don’t want to be gagged, keep your mouth shut unless I tell you different. Got it?”

Nolie opened her mouth to answer, then thought better of it and nodded. Joseph wouldn’t gag her, not after promising not to. But he was so into this character she could no longer be entirely certain what he would do. Her predictable husband had become completely unpredictable.

She loved it.

“Good.” Joseph sounded both pleased and disappointed. “Maybe you’ll make it out of this in one piece.” He went to the headboard of the bed and banged his palm against it. “Fuck. Why do hotels always make these things solid? How the hell am I supposed to tie you down if there’s nothing to tie you to?”

Tie me?
Nolie bit her lip to keep from blurting out the question. When she’d mentioned being tied as part of the fantasy, she hadn’t expected Joseph to go through with it. Early in their relationship, she’d mentioned a desire to have her hands bound, and Joseph hadn’t seemed interested. Role-play or not, she hadn’t believed he would be any more willing now than then to bind her.

She wanted him to follow through. The image of herself stripped naked, unable to move, filled her mind and tightened her pussy.

She was so turned on she wanted to touch herself, but she didn’t dare. Her “captor” certainly wouldn’t be pleased if she
“took matters into her own hands”
as Joseph sometimes put it. But knowing if he tied her he would be able to access any part of her body he wanted to use excited the hell out of her.

She moaned and immediately clapped her hand over her mouth.

Chapter Five

Joseph whirled around, fire in his gaze. “What the fuck was that?”

“Sorry,” Nolie murmured without moving her hand. She lowered her gaze. “I didn’t mean to.”

“You’d better be sorry.” He lunged at her and grabbed her arm before she could react. Abruptly he spun her around and brought his hand down on her ass harder than his previous strikes. “Don’t do it again or I’ll give you worse.”

Nolie bit her tongue. Although the spank had stung, it made her wet. If anything, she wanted another. It wouldn’t do for Joseph to know that, though. A captive wouldn’t be likely to want her kidnapper to spank her.

Joseph shook her arm. “You understand me?”

Nolie nodded and put her hand over her mouth to remind both of them she wouldn’t speak.

With a satisfied expression, Joseph let her go. “Hmm. Where can I tie you? This fucking bed is useless if I want to make sure you can’t get away from me.”

He strode across the room to a straight-backed wooden chair that sat at the small desk. Nolie hadn’t even realized hotels still had chairs like that. The few in which she’d stayed all had rolling computer chairs now.

Joseph tipped the chair back and ran his hand along one side of it. “This might work to start with. I won’t be able to fuck you if you’re sitting in this, but I can have the rest of my fun as long as you don’t do something stupid like tipping yourself over.”

He looked over his shoulder, and the heat in his gaze nearly melted Nolie. She shuddered and sank onto the bed because her legs shook too much to hold her up. She couldn’t remember the last time Joseph had looked at her that way. This game had surprised her, but it was giving her even better results than she’d imagined. And she was learning things she’d never dreamed of about her husband.

“You’re nothing more than my little play toy for now, bitch,” Joseph growled. “That’s the reason I broke in and stole you. I wanted a new toy.”

“You don’t break your toys, do you?” Nolie’s voice quavered, and once again it wasn’t entirely deliberate.

Joseph gave her a twisted smile. “Sometimes I do. Especially when they talk too much the way you are now. If I can’t gag you, I guess I’ll have to think of some other way to punish you if you don’t learn to keep your mouth shut. Maybe strip you and put you up against the window for everyone to see.”

Nolie shook her head. “No. Please.”

He strode back to her and loomed over her. Nolie shrank back. Joseph was taking this game more seriously and playing his role so well it astonished her. And scared the hell out of her.

He put his hand under her chin and tipped her head up. Looking her in the eye, he said, “If I feel like breaking my toys, I break them. If I feel like keeping them around to play with longer, I keep them. In other words, you don’t have a fucking clue what I’ll decide to do. If I were you, I wouldn’t give me a reason to break you.”

Nolie nodded as best she could with him holding her chin so firmly. Joseph must have practiced his part for days. The man she knew was too mild and sedate to say half the things he’d said this afternoon. Even when she’d expressed in the past that she didn’t mind a bit of roughness sexually, he had never seemed willing to oblige.

He had made a complete change today, all because she’d told him her fantasy. She’d known she had married a man who adored her, but she hadn’t realized how far he would be willing to go to make her happy.

Joseph let go of her and returned to the chair. “Get over here, bitch.”

Nolie rose and slowly walked across the room. The second she reached him, Joseph grabbed the hem of her shirt and shoved it up. Nolie barely managed to stop herself from taking his hands to stop him. “Be careful,” she said. “You’ll rip it.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Giving me orders, bitch? You think I give a shit if I rip your precious fucking little shirt?” He held his hand up. “Do you want another smack, or should I just bring you to the window?”

“No.” The word spilled from Nolie’s mouth before she could stop herself. She wasn’t ready to tell Joseph enough was enough, but no matter how intrigued she was by the idea of showing herself to strangers, she couldn’t take the risk. “Don’t let anyone else see me. Please. I’m sorry.”

Immediately he let go of her shirt and stepped back, concern again clear in his gaze. “That threat bothers you, huh?”

He wasn’t breaking character. His question was spoken in the same rough tone he’d used since Nolie had found him in the kitchen. But the look in his eyes told her he feared he’d taken things too far.

Despite her own fear, she hastened to reassure him that she wasn’t ready to end the show quite yet. “I’m a teacher. If anyone saw me the way you talked about, it could affect my job. I’m sorry it’s so hard for me to stay quiet. I keep forgetting, but I don’t need punishment to remind me.” She paused as an idea came to her. “Besides, if anyone saw me, someone might rescue me before you’re done. You want to play with your toy as long as possible, don’t you? Maybe if you put something in my mouth, I’d be able to stay quiet. Not a gag, though. Something else.”

“Fucking slut. You want to suck my cock.” His gaze hardened, and Nolie knew she’d persuaded him to continue their game. “Are you some kind of freak, getting turned on by this?”

She pressed her lips together to hold back a triumphant smile. “That’s up to you to decide.”

“Just keep your fucking mouth shut. Don’t make me warn you again.” He took hold of her shirt again. “This shirt’s kind of pretty. I guess I can see why you don’t want me to ruin it. Take it off. Bra too.”

Nolie waited for him to let go of her, not daring to point out to him that she couldn’t remove the shirt with him holding it. After a moment, he narrowed his eyes and stepped back. “Hurry the fuck up.”

Turning away from Joseph, Nolie quickly obeyed. She set her bra and shirt on the bed and looked at her husband again.

“Your nipples are already hard.” He stared her right in the face. “I guess you are a freak, huh? Turned on like crazy. Your cunt’s probably soaked.”

He couldn’t have known how right he was. But Nolie could feel how flushed her face had become. Joseph had seen her in this state too many times to mistake it.

Still, she had to play the part. She wasn’t supposed to be turned on by this in the context of the role she was playing. “I’m not turned on. It’s cold in here.”

Joseph flicked one of her nipples with a finger, and Nolie gasped. “You’re cold, bitch?” he said in a low, hungry tone. “Too fucking bad. Get the rest of your clothes off and plant your ass in that chair. You have five seconds. One…”

Nolie couldn’t undress that fast, and she noticed as Joseph continued counting that he slowed to keep pace with her. She still stripped more quickly than usual, and she might have made his deadline if her feet hadn’t tangled in her slacks. Frantically trying to extricate herself, she went sprawling face-first onto the floor. The cheap carpeting painfully scraped her hands as she landed, and she yelped.