“Don’t hesitate to use it if you need it, babe.”
“Okay.” I shake it off. “No more breaking character. Go, baby. I’m already totally wet for you.”
He makes a sexual sound. “Don’t tempt me to fuck you right here—I’m rock hard.” His fingertips graze my thigh and slip inside my undies and then right into me. “Oh my God,” he says. “You’re soaking wet.” His fingers massage me for a moment, making me writhe and moan.
I spread my legs, inviting him to fuck me right here and now.
“Oh my God,” he says. “What am I doing? I’ve got a whole thing planned, babe. Stop being evil.”
His fingers retreat from me, leaving me aching and wanting more.
I hear the unmistakable sound of him licking his finger vigorously. “You taste like sugar, baby. So sweet.”
My clit jolts. “Josh,” I breathe. “Take me now.”
“Patience, babe,” he says, his voice low and sexy. “You’re in for a wild ride.” The car door shuts and a moment later, I hear a car engine start.
We’re unmistakably on the move.
After a few minutes of driving, music suddenly blares in the car—Britney Spears, “I’m a Slave 4 U”—and I burst out laughing.
Josh’s laughter joins mine.
“Hilare,” I say. “You’re so funny, babe.”
“Hey, you didn’t sayFrom Justin to Kelly,” Josh says. “You gotta stay in character unless you say it.”
“There’s no way I can stay in character if you’re gonna make ‘I’m a Slave 4 U’ the soundtrack of my abduction into sexual slavery.”
“Just to be clear, there’s no other circumstance when I’d ever play this song—this song is a testament to just how far I’ll go for a laugh.”
“Mission accomplished,” I say.
“Okay, back in character now.” The song switches to “Fever” by the Black Keys.
I sigh happily. “This is so frickin’ awesome.”
After what seems like forever, the car stops and the engine turnsoff. The driver’s door opens—and then the car door nearest to me—and then I’m being lifted up by strong arms and carried like a sack of potatoes, my cuffed wrists dangling down.
Josh stops walking and shifts my body weight slightly. There’s a beeping sound, and then the sound of a door opening. He walks several paces and it’s clear to me we’re now indoors.
Josh sets me down gently onto my feet. I wobble slightly—the blackness of my blindfold is disorienting—and he grasps my forearm just above my cuffs to steady me.
“You okay?” he whispers.
I nod.
“Hang on.” I sense him moving away briefly and then returning to me. He grasps my forearm again and guides my body down. “Kneel,” he commands at full voice, his tone menacing. My knees are met with a soft cushion. “I saw you walking down the sidewalk last week and I had to have you,” he continues in his bad-guy voice. “I’ve brought you to a place far from civilization where no one can hear you scream. Do as I say or else—” He stops for a long beat. “Hey, babe.From Justin to Kelly. I can’t do this part. It’s making me think about my mom. I feel sick.”
My stomach drops into my toes. “Oh, I didn’t even think about that. I’m so sorry. Take off my blindfold.”
“No, I’ll be okay as long as we skip this first part. Let’s just pretend I said all the shit necessary to get you under control—that I already crushed your spirit like a sex-slave-master would and made you totally submissive to me. Okay?”
“Are you sure? We can stop.”
“No, I’m good as long as we skip this first part. I don’t wanna threaten you.”
“Okay. No problem. But if you decide you wanna stop, just lemme know.”
