She didn't want to enjoy the spooning. She didn’t want to feel safe in Talon’s huge embrace—he encapsulated her completely, which is something Olivia hadn’t experienced with a partner before. But she did. Why did it have to be with her kidnapper?
It was far too easy to lie in his arms and doze off, enjoying the post-orgasm bliss. But eventually, Talon grew soft within her, and he sighed.
“It’s time to get cleaned up,” he told her. “Wait here.” He finally pulled out of her and a river of cum and wetness flowed out onto her thighs. She could hear Talon groan softly, but all he did was cover her with a blanket and tuck her in, then kiss her on the forehead.
“Be right back,” he told her.
She rolled over and watched him walk into the en suite bathroom, then heard running water. He must be filling up a bathtub. Since Olivia had been rather preoccupied from the moment she opened her eyes, she finally took the time to look at her surroundings.
It looked like a fairly normal master bedroom, apart from the restraints on the bed. But even those could be considered normal nowadays. There were gray blackout curtains on the windows, so Olivia couldn’t tell if it was light or dark out with a glance, but a clock let her know it was 5:12 am.
The walls were painted light gray and the furniture was black. She briefly thought of getting up and poking around in some of the drawers, but she was too afraid of getting caught.
Talon walked back in, sat her up, clipped her hair up on top of her head, and then scooped her up in his arms.
“Oh!” Olivia yelped in surprise. She’d never been princess-carried in her entire life. How did he do it so easily? Ah. She glanced at his bulging bicep and toned chest on the short trip to the bathroom, where he stepped into a big tub full of bubbles while carrying her.
Talon leaned back and settled Olivia between his legs, coaxing her to lean back against him. The water came just above her nipples, which hardened in the hot water. Her vagina, too, throbbed and ached in the heat, but it was the kind of ache Olivia enjoyed feeling.
Used.
Her cheeks were already pink from the warm water, or she would’ve blushed again. Talon wrapped his arms around her, just below her breasts. Every once in a while, she could feel a thumb running along the side of her breast, but she didn’t think he was doing it intentionally.
“Tell me about yourself,” she finally said. “You know so much about me…and I know your name and what you look like…and that you like to read manhwa and manga.”
“Hmmm…” Olivia could feel the rumble in his chest behind her, which sent a tingle down her spine. “I’m older than you—25, but that’s because I’m ex-military. It messed me up quite a bit for a while, but I’ve been doing better, believe it or not. My favorite color is…I have two right now. Olive green,” he gave her a little squeeze, “and pink. I know it’s weird for a guy, but I like it. Hmmm…I’ll eat just about anything, but I stay away from artificial sweeteners. They give me headaches. As you know, I read a lot of manhwa and manga, so I don’t watch a lot of shows or movies, but I will if you want to. I’ll do anything with you.”
Anything? She tucked that away for later.
“What’s your major?”
“Political science and computer science,” he told her. “Double major. Gotta milk that G.I. Bill for all it’s worth.”
He just seemed so normal. And smart. But here I am, sitting in a bathtub with the guy who kidnapped me, the guy who also gave me the best sexual experience of my life.
Talon washed her body as if she were a precious vase, dried her off, and helped her put some moisturizer on. When the robe he offered her turned out to be comically large, he gave her one of his t-shirts that covered her to mid-thigh. She could tell by the obviously growing boner in his boxers that he loved the sight of her in his clothes.
Not ideal for running away, but it’s better than being naked, Olivia thought. Now that they’d bathed, Talon took her to the kitchen and made her some breakfast, so Olivia had more time to look around and plot an escape route. Is he seriously not worried that I’ll run away? Is he that confident I’ll want to stay with him after he kidnapped me? Just because it was a fantasy of mine didn’t give him permission to do it in real life!
She watched him make her favorite eggs with a side of gluten-free toast—of course, he’d know she was gluten-free—while wearing just his boxers, his back muscles on full display. Why, why, whyyyyyy does he have to be so fucking hot?
“Can I get a tour after breakfast?” she asked during their meal. “You have a pretty nice house.”
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“Sure,” he agreed. His face was open, unguarded as if he didn’t suspect Olivia of ulterior motives.
It was nice—new, contemporary furniture placed throughout in trendy colors. In addition to the master bedroom Olivia had been holed up in, there were two more bedrooms and another one and a half bathrooms, with an attached two-stall garage. Olivia tried, but failed, to get a glimpse of his license place, but was able to see the make and model of his car, which she tucked away in her brain for later. She also noted a door leading outside in the garage.
The backyard was tidy, with a few mature trees shading the stone patio and diagonally-mowed lawn. One of those guys, she thought. Just like her dad. There was a wooden fence around the yard, too tall for Olivia to climb over, and since she didn’t spy a gate during their quick glance, she ruled out the backyard as a potential means of escape.
“It’s really nice,” she told him again, telling he was genuinely pleased by the way his whole face smiled in response.
“I wanted it to be,” he replied, taking a sip of coffee from his mug. He watched as Olivia yawned, then said, “Why don’t we take a nap?”
He took her back to the bedroom and changed the sheets before letting Olivia climb into bed, then he climbed in behind her and spooned her. Stay awake, she instructed herself. But eventually, exhaustion won out.
----------------------------------------
Olivia woke up, instantly alert. Talon’s arm was heavy over her middle as she gently crept out of his embrace.
“Mm,” he mumbled, “What’re you…?”
“Bathroom,” she mumbled back, trying to sound sleepy. Thankfully he seemed to accept this reply and settled back into bed.
In the master bathroom, Olivia relieved herself, then tried to find some boxers or anything else she could use to cover herself besides the shirt she wore, but the only thing she could find was towels. She grabbed one and tucked it under her shirt.
Olivia’s heart began to speed up as she started the next step of her plan. If he caught her and realized she’d been tricking him all morning, what would he do to her? But she had to get out of the house as fast as possible. The longer she stayed here, the greater danger she would be in—it was common sense. Even if he was a sex god.
She eased open the bathroom door, walked across the carpet to the bedroom door, and quietly opened it. Talon stirred.
“What’re you…?” he asked again.
“Thirsty,” Olivia replied quietly. “Can I get a glass of water?”
“Mhm,” he replied, putting his head back down on the pillow.
She let out a quiet breath of relief and eased the door shut behind her, then tiptoed as fast as she could to the door leading to the garage. It was probably quieter than the front door, and it was farther from the bedroom so he wouldn’t hear the outside door and her running away.
Go, go, go! she urged herself. The inner door squeaked a little, so she only opened it as far as she needed to before squeezing through, moving the towel to her hand to make herself skinnier, and then she ran through the garage to the outside door. Olivia panicked when it didn’t open after she turned the deadbolt and the knob lock, then she noticed the sliding lock near the top of the door. She could barely reach it. Thank god!
Then she was out! She ran toward the street and started frantically waving toward the closest car, which didn’t stop.
“Asshole!” she snarled between clenched teeth, continuing her run down the street to flag down the next car, which thankfully stopped. She wrapped the towel around her waist before climbing in.
“Please just go,” she told him, a middle-aged Indian man, “Just go for now! Please!”
“Okay, okay,” he said, pulling off the curb. “Should I take you to the police?”
“No!” she shouted immediately. “Just take me to my friend’s house, it’s on, uh, damn it! I don’t have my phone!” Olivia took several shaky breaths, trying to remember the intersection. “Campus Street and 37th West Avenue will get us close. Can you please take me there?”
“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the police, miss?” he asked as he put the intersection into his phone. It was 2.7 miles away.
Where even am I?
“Yes, I’m sure, for now anyway,” she told him, “I just need to go to my friend first. Thank you so much.” For some reason, her throat choked up and her eyes burned hot with tears, then the next moment she was sobbing heavily.
“Uh, here, miss,” the man said, offering a half-empty box of tissues.
Olivia was crying too heavily to take note of anything during the drive, but thankfully she had calmed down enough by the time they got close to Zoe’s apartment that she could point out the building to the man.
“It’s that one,” she said, “Please just drop me off in the alley, if you can.” She’d go up the back stairs, in case Talon was watching. “I don’t have any money or anything to offer you, but you really helped me today. Thank you.”
“I hope everything goes okay for you, miss,” he said, his eyebrows still furrowed in concern, as they had been the entire time.
Olivia darted out of the car, ran up the back stairs to Zoe’s third-floor apartment, and banged on the door. It was 9:00 am on a Friday and she should be home, but she probably wouldn’t be awake yet, knowing her. Eventually, a bleary-eyed Zoe answered.
“Liv?” she asked, confused. Her eyes quickly grew alert as she took in Olivia’s bare feet, towel, and huge shirt.
Olivia rushed into the apartment and slammed the door shut behind her, locking them both inside.
“Zoe,” Olivia choked out. She started crying again.