Knot Intended (7 page)

“Shut up!” Joseph yanked her pants and panties the rest of the way off and threw them across the room. “What kind of stupid whore are you? You don’t even know how to take your clothes off!”

Nolie pushed herself up on shaking arms and blinked back the tears that stung her eyes. She wasn’t sure whether she was crying because of the pain of the rug burn or the harshness of Joseph’s words.

He’s just playing. He doesn’t think I’m stupid.
Nolie took a deep breath. Joseph was simply acting his part a little too well.

“I’m fine.” Her voice was choked. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, yeah. Fine.” He bent to look at her closely. “Are you broken?”

It took Nolie a moment to realize he was asking whether she was all right as well as whether she was ready to stop the role-play. She covered her eyes with her hands for a few seconds until she was certain she wouldn’t break down. Despite Joseph’s cruel comment, she didn’t want to stop yet.

As long as he didn’t hurt her and as long as he kept showing he cared in the ways he was able while staying in character, she wasn’t ready to call it quits. Her arousal had nearly vanished in the wake of Joseph’s outburst, but it would return. As long as Joseph kept up his role and gave her what she had told him she wanted, she could get back into the excitement and desire of the game.

If she couldn’t, she would have to tell him enough was enough. Part of her wanted to say the phrase now before he could hurt her emotionally or physically again. But one glitch wasn’t enough reason to quit. He was obviously deep into his role, and of course a kidnapper would lose patience with an uncooperative victim. He would apologize to her when they were finished, she was sure of it. Meanwhile, she was ready to keep playing along.

“I’m fine,” she said again. This time she spoke more steadily. She scrambled to her feet and went to the chair. Despite knowing she shouldn’t speak, she couldn’t help herself. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your plans. You…” She trailed off, unwilling to admit that he had hurt her feelings.

He was silent for a moment. Nolie fidgeted, wanting to fill the quiet. She knew better than to say anything further. He wouldn’t gag her or even threaten to do so, but if she broke his rules too much, he would have to either punish her or put aside his role.

“I what?” he snapped.

Nolie lowered her gaze. “You scared me. I thought I’d made you angry when I fell. But I’m okay now. I’m sorry.”

Joseph hesitated. “Yeah, okay. You get a pass this time, bitch. Just don’t do it again.”

He whipped off the ski mask and tossed it onto the desk. His handsome face was twisted into a scowl Nolie hoped she would never see when it wasn’t part of a game. “Maybe if you can see me you won’t keep acting like such a little baby,” he said. “And I can’t have my playtime with my face all covered up. But so help me, you’d best forget what I look like.”

He studied her, and Nolie fidgeted again. “I’ll forget. I promise. Thank you.”

“Don’t fucking thank me, bitch. You don’t know what I have in store for you.” He straightened and glared down at her. “Stay still.”

Nolie forced herself to stop moving and braced for whatever might happen next. Joseph retrieved the handcuffs and fastened a cuff around one of Nolie’s wrists, then closed the other end around the chair leg. “Your other hand can stay free,” he said. “I might want you to use it. Spread your legs.”

Nolie obeyed, resting each ankle against a chair leg. With the silk scarf he’d used to blindfold her, Joseph tied one of Nolie’s ankles to the chair. He used her pants to secure the other ankle. When he tightened the knot on the pants something ripped, and Nolie stifled a protest. Her favorite work slacks were ruined now.

His forcefulness and the depth of his acting kept Nolie from saying anything, but the ripping sound momentarily pulled her out of the game.
When this is over, he’d better buy me a new pair of slacks. And fix the glass door at home.

Joseph stepped back and stared at her with heat and lust in his gaze. The expression was more than enough to plunge Nolie back into her role. She shivered and bit her lip against a wave of desire so strong she almost cried out. This was what she’d fantasized about. Secured to the chair, she was completely open and vulnerable to Joseph. He could do anything he wanted to her, touch any part of her he wished, and she wouldn’t be able to stop him.

She hoped he would start soon.

Instead, he folded his arms and smiled. Not Joseph’s usual warm, loving smile. This expression held triumph and hunger, and just a touch of cruelty, and the intensity of it shook Nolie to her core.

Whatever he did next, it would be even hotter than her fantasy. She wasn’t sure she was ready for it, but she didn’t want to wait any longer than she had to.

“So sexy, sitting there with your gorgeous tits and your pussy open wide for me.” Joseph licked his lips. “I bet you love this, don’t you? You’re a dirty little slut, and you just love having a nasty stranger seeing your entire body. You’re wet as hell, I bet.”

His words sent another shudder through Nolie. Hearing him speak to her so harshly didn’t bother her in the least. She
was
a slut for Joseph—for no one else but him—and she would do anything Joseph wished. She would let herself lose control and enjoy every second of touching and being touched, every second of him fucking her.

Assuming he ever did something to her besides staring and the fondling he’d done. This was her wildest dream, and he was torturing the hell out of her.

The way he’d tweaked her nipples had made her wet, but she couldn’t say so. She wanted more, but if she begged, she would give him reason to follow through with his threat of exposing her against the window. The thought of strangers seeing her naked and vulnerable hit the same buttons as her kidnap fantasy, but it would be far too much risk.

She needed something, though. If she didn’t soon have some relief from her cravings for him, she might scream.

Then again, as turned on as she was, she might scream if he did put his hands on her. And that wouldn’t be good. Her “kidnapper” didn’t want her to make a sound.

He folded his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes. “Are you wet, you slutty bitch? Are you scared of me like you should be, or are you excited as fuck to have someone take control of you? Be honest now. If you lie I’ll punish you, and you won’t like that a bit.” He paused and ran his tongue over his lips again. “Or maybe you would. Are you into pain? You like being a bad little slut so you can be punished?”

Too many questions.
Through her whirling thoughts and the haze of desire surrounding her, Nolie wasn’t sure how to reply or even which question to answer first. She gave Joseph a look she hoped would telegraph her confusion without pissing him off.

He rolled his eyes. “Now you stop talking? I told you to answer me, bitch. Are you scared, or are you turned on?”

Relieved, Nolie took a deep breath and replied, “Both.”

“Both what?” He came closer and loomed over her. Involuntarily, Nolie shrank back again, and Joseph chuckled. “Scared?”

“And excited.” Nolie shivered again, more from the cool air in the room this time than from any emotions. “May I ask something?”

“You just did.” He tapped his palm against her cheek. “I should slap you for it, but I’ll be nice this once. What the hell do you want?”

“I’m freezing.” Her teeth clicked together on the last word, proving her point. Somehow she suspected he would think she’d done it on purpose, and she hoped he wouldn’t “punish” her for it. “Would you turn on the heat? Please?”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He lowered his voice to a growl. “Why do I care if you’re cold or not? You’re just a toy. I don’t give a fuck if my toys get cold, as long as they play the way I want.” He tweaked one of her nipples painfully hard, and she bit back a cry.

He licked his lips and gave her cheek an oddly gentle caress. “Being cold makes your nipples nice and hard and easy to suck,” he said. “Should I do that?” He squeezed her breast, and she gasped again. “Should I play with you? Oh, wait. You can’t answer me, or I’ll have to stop playing to punish you.”
A chill ran through Nolie, and she tried to huddle in on herself, something nearly impossible with the way she was secured. At first the cool air in the room hadn’t bothered her, but the longer she sat there naked, the colder she became. Apparently her being warm wasn’t part of the game.

Joseph had a point. A kidnapper wouldn’t care much about the comfort of his captive. But despite the role, Joseph was still her husband, and he shouldn’t have wanted her to freeze.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Joseph snapped. “Fine.” He stalked to the heater beneath the window and turned it on.

Almost immediately, warm air blew through the room, though it barely made a dent in Nolie’s chill.

Joseph turned back to Nolie with a frown. “You’re lucky you’re such a sexy, slutty little bitch. Otherwise I wouldn’t give a shit if you froze to death. Don’t fucking push your luck, though. If you ask for another favor, you won’t like the result.”

Nolie nodded, afraid to speak.

Chapter Six

It took a few minutes for the room to warm up. Meanwhile, Joseph sat on the bed and stared at Nolie. Simply stared. Nolie struggled to remain still and not speak. Absolute silence was uncomfortable for her, but she had to accept it as part of Joseph’s game. Even if it made her crazy.

In spite of her discomfort, she liked the intense lust in Joseph’s gaze. Too long had passed since he’d looked at her that way. She had his total attention now, something she hadn’t managed in months. Even when they’d made love recently, part of her mind had been elsewhere, and she was sure the same was true for him.

Now she had nothing on her mind other than what she desperately wanted Joseph to do to her. From the way he stared at her, she doubted he was thinking of anything other than her naked body and all the things he could do to it.

No matter what happened for the rest of the evening, having Joseph look at her as if she were the most important thing in the universe would be worth it.

It would be even better when he finally did something to get her off. Waiting for his next move was sheer torture. She wanted to beg for him to touch her, kiss her, anything at all to give her some relief from the craving and need that left her skin tingling and her pussy tight and ready.

Tormenting her was almost certainly what Joseph intended. He was trying to get her to tell him she wanted him. That was why he had barely touched her so far. He knew the signs of her arousal. He couldn’t have missed how turned on she was. And he didn’t want to give her what she desired unless she begged. But a captive wouldn’t ask for her kidnapper’s hands and cock, so Nolie held back.

Finally he walked over to her and stood so close she could reach the bulge in his pants. “Looking a little anxious there, slut. Is there a problem?”

Nolie shook her head. She refused to reply. He’d ordered her not to ask for anything else. In this game, she should have been pleading with him to get away from her, regardless of what she really wanted.

“You aren’t waiting for me to do this, are you?” He cupped her breasts in his hands and massaged her nipples with his thumbs as he bent and brushed his lips against the spot below her earlobe that always drove her wild. Before Nolie could stop herself, she moaned. Joseph chuckled and squeezed her breast so hard it took her breath away.

He gave her a smug grin. “Oh, so you do like that, don’t you, slut?”

Nolie couldn’t answer. She was sure any words she tried to speak would come out as another moan. After waiting so long, she was so aroused she felt as if she might come from only his hands on her breasts.

Joseph didn’t seem to expect a response. He cupped both hands around her breasts more gently and thumbed her hard nipples. Gasping, Nolie tensed. Joseph released her and stepped back. “You want your tits played with, huh? Even by a stranger? Even by someone who brought you here against your will?”

Nolie pressed her lips together and focused her gaze on the floor. He was her captor. If she admitted she liked what he was doing, he might be pissed off enough to stop. Of course, Joseph probably knew exactly what she was feeling, but he would pretend not to, and Nolie had to keep up the fiction as well. Even if it was so difficult she wanted to scream.

She shook her head then reconsidered and nodded. There was no correct answer to his questions, and not answering at all might be worse.

Joseph sneered. “No, you don’t like it, or yes, you do? Or you don’t have a fucking clue? Sweet, innocent little slut, you can’t admit you want this, can you?”

He squeezed her breasts again. This time Nolie managed to stifle her gasp. Joseph looked disappointed but said only, “Nice tits. I wonder what you'd do if I tried to suck on them. These nipples of yours are pretty much begging for it.”

Nolie smiled at the thought of nipples begging and immediately set her expression back to as close to neutral as she could. Smiling wasn’t a good thing.

Whether her nipples could beg or not, she wanted Joseph to touch them. Suck them. Anything he wished to do. But she wasn’t sure she dared find out what that might be. Joseph wouldn’t hurt her intentionally, but he might get carried away again. As a kidnapper, he wasn’t supposed to be gentle with her. She didn’t mind a little roughness, but pain was outside her comfort zone.

Without having any way to guess what Joseph might do, she couldn’t guess whether he would stick to their usual rules. She knew her husband well and was familiar with every move he made in the bedroom. He rarely varied things in any way other than occasionally changing positions while they fucked.

Now he was doing something vastly different, and it disconcerted Nolie. The fear and anticipation from Joseph’s unpredictability gave her an odd mix of emotions.

One of which was definitely lust. Her pussy was wet, and Nolie wished she could close her legs before Joseph noticed. If the sight of her hard nipples got him going, who knew what he might do if he saw moisture between her legs. Maybe he would finally give in and take her the way she wanted, but he might call her more dirty names. Or suggest some kind of punishment for her being so turned on. She shuddered and closed her eyes so she wouldn’t see the hunger in Joseph’s expression.