Kidnapped and Dominated (Her Fantasy, His Pleasure)

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 6,500
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When Virginia Timber's boyfriend asked Virginia to make a list of all of her fantasies, no matter how extreme or kinky she does not thinking it'll go any further than that. But when she's blindfolded, bound and kidnapped on her routine nightly walk one evening she finds herself concerned... Would Jake take their sexual game this far? Or has she indeed been taken and forced to submit to a group of demanding strangers.

Kidnapped and Dominated (Her Fantasy, His Pleasure)
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Kidnapped and Dominated (Her Fantasy, His Pleasure)

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 6,500
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Chapter 1

It's a little cooler tonight, cooler than it has been over the past week, so I pull my jacket tighter around myself as I continue my nightly walk. Perhaps if I'd thrown on a heavy sweater under the jacket instead of a thin t-shirt, my walk would be going better. It's rare for me to miss a night of walking. An hour a day, keeps the cellulite away, is my motto. I have one of those bodies that demands I keep active or I'll gain ten pounds in the blink of an eye.

Checking my watch I see that it's 8pm. My boyfriend Jake is working late tonight, but he's supposed to be home by 9pm. I want to make sure I'm home to greet him and so I pick up my pace. Why am I so anxious to be home when he gets there? Well, aside from the fact that he's one of the hottest men I've ever set eyes on, he's also my best friend and I have news to share. I've been dying to call him at work and tell him on the phone, but I want to see his expression when I tell him.

There is also one other reason why I'm anxious to see him. We've started playing a type of game. I call it a game, but that's not exactly what it is. A little over a week ago Jake asked me to write down a list of my deepest and darkest desires for him. Stuff I would never have had the nerve to tell anyone else, but secretly would love to have done to me. So I did, not thinking anything would come of it and honestly secretly scared that perhaps he might think I'm some sort of twisted, sex fiend when he read the list.

Well, that wasn't the case. In fact, he fulfilled the first couple fantasies on the list, but hasn't fulfilled any since. And he hasn't made any mention of fulfilling any more in the near future. Bummer, though in actuality, I can't remember everything I listed anyhow.

I hear a faint clicking noise at my feet. I look down and see my shoelace is undone. Bending I start to tie the thin lace that is constantly giving me a hard time when suddenly, I’m alert. The sound of a vehicle pulling up behind me catches me off guard. However I pay the vehicle very little attention, being on a busy street in the suburbs, there is a fair amount of traffic, coming and going.

With the shoelace tied I begin to straighten up, when it happens. I let out a loud cry as the feel of two powerful arms wrapping around my waist, makes my world stop. What is happening to me?

“Let me go!” I squeal, struggling to get out of his grip. I am being lifted off of my feet and my arms are now trapped to my sides. I struggle, attempting to see my assailant, but my efforts all seem to be futile; his grip is too strong.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a second man in a black ski mask, seconds before a black blindfold is tied tightly around my head fully covering my eyes and blackness engulfs me. My heart rate accelerates and panic overtakes me. A bloodcurdling scream escapes me, so loud, high-pitched and frantic that I'm not even sure the surreal sound came from my mouth. My legs kick out, fast and frantically, hoping one of my sneakered feet will come in contact with one of my abductors.

"Hurry, get her in the truck!"

My body stills and I strain, searching my brain trying to figure out if I know the voice speaking. I have no idea. I begin to struggle again, with even more vigour and with more strength than I even realized I had in me.

"Fuck!" I hear the words, as my foot comes in contact with one of them.

I smile despite my dire situation. Fuckers!

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