River Walk: Ten Kinky Collaborations (12 page)

When she came out, Skeletor pushed her down the hall, into the vault. The
empty
vault. She started to panic.

“Wait! Where’s Glen?”

The robber ignored her and shut the thick door. A scream welled up inside her, but when she didn’t hear the lock engage, she forced herself to control her breathing and stay positive. Endless minutes later, the door opened and Glen was shoved inside.

He seemed as relieved to see Kate as she was to see him, though he approached her slowly. “You okay?” His brows furrowed as he looked her over.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “You?”

“Can’t complain,” he winked, hugging her when they heard the clicks of the lock.

Glen lifted Kate to sit beside him on the table, and she told him about the phone call with Captain Fernandez. It was a relief to know the other hostages had been released unharmed, but there didn’t seem to be any end in sight for themselves.

“It sounded like the negotiations aren’t really getting anywhere,” she worried.

Glen nodded. “Fernandez won’t want to spook them, so he’ll take it slow. Probably won’t counter-offer ’til morning.”

“
Morning
?”

“Depending on how tired these assholes are by then, maybe we’ll be home in time for dinner.”

His smile should have been comforting, but it made Kate feel anything but relaxed. The anxiety had her amped already and Glen’s sexy mouth only heated her up more. She took a deep, shaky breath.

He rubbed her neck with a big, warm hand. “Try to sleep, it’ll make the time go faster.”

“I’m not tired. Just talk to me?”

“What do you wanna talk about?”

She sighed. “I’ve always thought I have no regrets, but I keep thinking about things I might never get to do.”

He wrapped a strong arm around Kate and pulled her against his side. “Yeah… life or death situations will do that to a person.”

“I could die without ever seeing Europe! First I was busy with school, then money was tight…”

Glen brushed his lips over hers. “I’ve never been SCUBA diving.”

She smiled and kissed him back. “I’ve never seen Star Wars.”

“Unacceptable.” He bit her bottom lip, then licked it and murmured, “I’ve never run the Boston Marathon.”

Kate licked her lip where his tongue had been. “I’ve never learned to use chopsticks.” she whispered against his mouth.

“I can teach you. I’m great with my hands.” With a sexy smirk, he watched his fingers trace a slow, familiar path up her thigh, under her skirt.

She sighed and her knees parted for him. “I’ve never had rough sex,” she whispered.

He looked hard into her eyes, like he was searching for something. “Define ‘rough.’”

She averted her eyes. “Your handcuffs gave me some ideas.”

He squeezed her upper thigh and his stare became more intense. “What else?”

“Um… Spanking?”

“You’re telling me you want someone to spank your ass?”

“You probably think I’m a sicko. What kinds of things are on that to-do list you mentioned?”

If it was possible, Glen’s eyes got even darker as he leaned close to her face. “
Those
things,” he rasped. “And other things… some you’ve never even heard of.”

At Kate’s tiny whimper, he pulled his hand from under her skirt and crossed his arms.

“Lie across my lap, Kate.”

Her eyes widened. “What if they come back?”

“The lock gives us plenty of warning.” He gave her an arrogant smirk she hadn’t seen on him before. It made her mouth go dry. “Change your mind?”

With a sassy lift of her chin, she shifted position and leaned over his thighs.

“Good girl,” he said, petting her hair, down her back and over the swell of her behind in long, smooth strokes, as if she were his pet. It felt so nice, she nearly purred.

After a few minutes of that heavenly stroking, Glen rested one hand firmly on her upper back, while the other moved to her thighs and gathered the hem of her skirt. He slowly inched it higher, until Kate felt it slide up and over her ass. The damp crotch of her panties felt cool when the air hit her. A warm hand caressed her cheeks through the lace, before slipping down between her thighs. Parting them. When he pulled his hand back, his fingertips dragged through her wet center.

“Damn, baby… you
did
want this, didn’t you?”

Kate breathed a barely-intelligible, “Yes.”

She felt his eyes on her as he slid the panties down, leaving them around her upper thighs. With the raised skirt and lowered panties framing her bare ass, she felt even more exposed than if he’d stripped her completely. Especially when he raised one knee just enough to tip her hips up so her pussy was fully exposed.

Kate held her breath when his hand lifted, but he only rubbed circles on her behind. First on one cheek, then the other. His light touch grew firmer with each pass, until her skin felt warm. She felt his lips whisper kisses on her lower back.

“If you want me to stop, I will.”

“Don’t.”

“You might change your mind about that.” There was a smile in his voice. “If you do, just say ‘stop’ and I will, understand?”

Kate could only nod, because his hand was now ghosting over the skin of her butt and her brain couldn’t process anything else at that moment. She hardly registered the movement of air before his hand came down with a loud smack. At her gasp, he waited a moment before delivering a smack to the other cheek. Her pussy swelled and she could smell her arousal, but she couldn’t have said whether she was more turned-on by the spanking or the fact that she was bare-assed and very-much exposed over the lap of a near-stranger.

Glen delivered a few more deliberately-placed spanks, then his palm drifted lightly over her heated skin. His thumb teased the sensitive valley between her cheeks and continued down, slicking through her wetness.

“
Fuck,
Kate,” he groaned just before landing a harder spank than the others.

“
Oh god…
”

Another smack hit the opposite cheek. They came more quickly, now, until Kate was squirming, humping Glen’s thighs and lifting her ass, desperate for contact where she needed it most.

“Stand up.”

“What? No, please don’t stop yet,” she begged.

“Oh, I’m not stopping.
Stand
up
. Don’t make me say it again.” His voice was rough and he sounded as breathless as she.

When they were both on their feet, Glen stripped off Kate’s panties and bent her over the table, placing a heavy hand between her shoulder blades. As he kicked her feet apart, she heard his belt buckle. And a
whoosh
.

Then he ordered, “Hang on, darlin’,” a heartbeat before his belt whipped down on her ass.

“
Fuck
! Ow!”

“Want me to stop?”

“You do and I’ll kill you, myself.”

Kate heard his dark chuckle before the belt came down on the alternate side, then again, just above where it had landed before. And so on, until she knew her ass had to be covered in dark pink stripes. Her pussy was as swollen as she’d ever felt it, and her clit thrummed with the need for release.

Maybe Glen was a fucking mind-reader, or maybe he was just so damn good he could tell she was ready by simply looking at her. All Kate knew was that the belt came down at the perfect velocity, hitting her right where she ached the most, and made stars explode in her head and arousal drip down her thighs.

“Jesus, Kate. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He blew cool air on the stinging heat of her behind. “You all right?”

“Mm…” she stretched over the table. “I’ll be better if you fuck—”

She gasped as he hauled her off the table and shoved her back against the wall of lockboxes. His strong arms supported her and she wrapped her legs around his hips, as he claimed her mouth and lowered her onto him in one smooth, slick stroke. If the hardness of his cock was any indication, Glen had enjoyed the spanking as much as Kate did. He was hitting places inside her she didn’t even know she had.

He dragged his hot tongue along her jaw, then bit and sucked her neck as he rammed into her with savage grunts. The raised keyhole of one of the lockboxes kept poking into Kate’s lower back. It excited her to know she would have a small bruise there later. As Glen’s orgasm approached, she felt him grow thicker. Her pussy began to spasm around him and he plunged his tongue in her mouth as they exploded together, wild and clutching, panting.

Kate’s legs slipped from his hips and he carefully lowered her to the floor. As they straightened themselves up, she realized she should be humiliated about what they had done.

But she wasn’t. Well, all right, maybe a little. But for some reason, that only turned her on even more. The thought made her smile.

Glen’s eyes twinkled and his cheek creased with that hot-as-sin smirk. “Lucky we’re in this vault, ‘cause you can be a loud little thing.”

“Shut up!” She snorted a laugh and hid her face in her hands.

He pulled her to lean against his muscular chest and smoothed her hair. “I liked it,” he whispered.

With Glen’s heartbeat in her ear and post-orgasmic endorphins relaxing every muscle in her body, Kate smiled to herself. Not only was Glen scrumptious to look at, he was sweet and smart and brave and
Jesus
, the man knew his way around a woman’s body. She couldn’t wait to experience more with him. To explore
his
fantasies, as well as her own. If they lived through this — and she was becoming more and more confident they would — she could envision a future with him. Something real.

She heard a little voice in the back of her mind, “
Grandma, tell me again how you and Grandpa met
…”

Her friends would say she was insane to think of a future with a man she hardly knew, but time in the vault moved at warp speed compared to time outside. Each hour in here was like weeks out there. It occurred to Kate that after less than a day in his company, she trusted Glen with her life. She had no doubt he would keep her safe.

With that in mind, she drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER FOUR

Glen’s arms around her tightened and she blinked her eyes. Her mind was so foggy, Kate knew she had to have been asleep for hours.

“It’s okay,” he whispered.

Before she could ask what he meant, she heard it.

Click.

“How many is that?”

“Three.”

A moment later, the door opened. Skeletor pointed his gun at Glen. “You’re comin’ with me, man.”

In an instant, Glen had Kate backed against a wall and was blocking her with his body. “I don’t think so.
Man
.”

“Jesus Christ, this again? I’m not gonna shoot anybody. Yet.”

Dracula leaned in the entryway. “Hurry up. I’m fuckin’ starvin’.”

Kate was so terrified to be separated from Glen again, she had a two-handed grip on his bicep. Not surprisingly, she panicked when he pried her fingers loose and slowly stepped toward the robbers, leaving her behind. “
Glen?
”

“It’s okay, Kate,” he said without taking his eyes off the robbers. “They’re just gonna send me outside for food.” His muscular shoulder accidentally-on-purpose bumped into Dracula, who stumbled then flicked open a switchblade.

“Yeah? You wanna go, dickhead?”

Jamming his gun into Glen’s back, Skeletor gritted his teeth and said, “Last chance, asshole. See, me and my associate, we’re having a shitty day. Our buddy's dead, and we might not make it out of here except in handcuffs or body bags. So be a good boy and do exactly what we tell you, or we’ll pump some new holes in the pretty girl, here.”

Glen nodded once and he moved toward the exit when the gun nudged him. He didn’t so much as glance at Kate before he and Skeletor disappeared through the door.

“Let’s go, lady,” Dracula leered. “Bathroom break.”

She would rather have wet herself than go to the restroom with him. “No, thanks. I don’t need to.”

“You should at least try.” He drawled and cocked his gun. “I insist.”

On shaking legs, Kate somehow made it to the ladies’ room. Unlike Skeletor, this slime-ball didn’t wait outside for her. No, he followed her in. She half-expected him not to give her any privacy at all, but she was permitted to close the stall door in his masked face.

Sitting on the toilet, she stared at the back of the door, just as she had countless times over the years she’d worked here. A pair of scuffed, black boots appeared under the door.

“You done in there?”

“Um, almost…”

Kate knew she could only hide in there so long before the vile man would certainly drag her out. When she finally left the stall and washed her hands, he stood too close, obviously enjoying her discomfort. As they walked back toward the vault, he pinched her ass hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. His nasty grin dared her to complain.

“Your boyfriend ain’t comin’ back, y’know.”

“What? But I thought…”

“Yeah, he went for food.
Outside
. He’s free now, of course he’s gonna bail. That’s what I’d do.” Kate’s face must have reflected her emotions, because he added, “What? You thought he’d come back to rot in here with you?”

She didn’t respond. The asshole was only trying to upset her.

Glen wasn’t a coward and Kate knew he would never choose to leave her there alone, so a chill went through her when they returned to the empty vault.

“See? No boyfriend, no food. It’s just you and me, now…” Dracula licked his chapped lips and stared at her chest. “So you’re gonna help me forget how hungry I am.”

Kate’s stomach dropped. This pig was going to rape and probably kill her. She backed away from him, but quickly reached the wall of lockboxes. He shuffled closer, adjusting his crotch with one hand and twirling his gun with the other. Her eyes were wide with terror and her whole body shook as he leaned close to drag his slimy tongue down her neck. She held her breath — out of fear, as well as to avoid the pungent stench of his sweat.

He moved a step back to look at her, panting hot, sour breath as he slowly traced her mouth with the muzzle of his gun.