The Abduction of Kelsey (6 page)

“Go wash your face and use the toilet if you need to. Don’t dawdle.” Kelsey did as she was told, while James waited impatiently outside the open door.

When she was done, he again gestured with his gun, this time toward the gym equipment. “Go over there and lie down on your back on the weight bench,” he ordered.

“But—”

“No.” He cut her off. “No buts. Don’t say a word. Do what I say. Do it
now
.” James pointed the gun at her, and Kelsey did as she was told. She lay on her back, balancing herself with a leg on either side of the bench, feet flat on the ground. She wrapped her arms protectively over her torso.

“Don’t move,” James commanded, giving her a stern glare.

Keeping his eye on her, he moved quickly toward the work area. He opened the tool cabinet and rummaged until he found a neatly coiled hank of clothesline rope. Reaching for his work scissors, he returned quickly to Kelsey, who looked incredibly hot lying naked on his weight bench.

Sitting on the seat of the rowing machine, James rested the gun carefully in the water bottle holder. Kelsey was watching him with those lovely big green eyes as he cut several long pieces of rope. He stood and moved toward her.

“Please, James,” she begged, hugging herself tighter. “Don’t do this—”

“Kelsey,” James interrupted firmly. “I said don’t say a word, remember?” Bending down, he pressed two fingers over her pretty lips. “Don’t make me hurt you.”

She whimpered, tears springing to her eyes, but she gave a slight nod. Satisfied, James removed his hand. “Good. Now, I want you to reach up and grab the weight bar. Grip it nice and tight.”

For several seconds Kelsey didn’t move, her arms still clasped tightly over her breasts. Frowning, James reached for the gun. With a cry, Kelsey let go of her body and lifted her arms. She gripped the bar with shaking hands.

James wound and knotted the rope around her wrists, lashing her securely to the bar. He stepped back to admire his work. Christ, she was gorgeous! His eyes never leaving her, he pulled off his clothing and kicked it away. Kelsey was watching him, and he puffed out his chest and flexed his pecs and biceps. Surely she couldn’t help but admire his muscles, which were well-defined and bulging, thanks to hours spent every week on this very equipment. Since Kelsey had joined the bank, he’d worked out extra hard every night while he bided his time for the exact correct moment to ask her out. Who would have dreamed he’d have her bound and naked in his basement, waiting for him to fuck her?

Unable to help herself, Kelsey’s gaze traveled down to his cock, which was fully erect and bobbing toward her. She closed her eyes and turned her head away, but not before he saw the coldness in her face. This silent but blatant rejection wounded him to the core, and in spite of his promise to himself to go slow this time, rage spurred him into action.

“Bitch,” he whispered furiously. He straddled her thighs, pinning her legs beneath him as he stroked his hard cock. He rubbed himself with his right hand and reached for her cunt with his left, pushing a finger inside her.

She wasn’t wet. No matter. Pulling away his hand, he spit on his fingers and pushed inside her again, ignoring her squeal as he lubed her up. He made a mental note to bring some lubricant down to the basement for when he wanted to fuck her down here in the future. He would keep lube in every room until he taught her to love him. Then she wouldn’t need any lube. She would be naturally wet.

He positioned himself between her legs and pressed the head of his throbbing cock against the entrance of her cunt. “God,” he groaned. “I want you so fucking bad, Kelsey. So fucking bad.”

As he pressed into her, she began to whimper.

“Damn it,” he roared. “Don’t cry!” Not that her crying would have stopped him. He couldn’t have stopped if he tried. He was beyond caring about anything as her hot, tight, perfect cunt gripped his shaft, sucking him deep inside.

He leaned forward, gripping the bar on either side of her bound wrists for balance as he pummeled her cunt. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust and he let go of the bar with one hand so he could squeeze one perfect breast. He kneaded the flesh as he fucked her and then tugged at the nipple, twisting it until she squealed.

Christ. This was better than any fantasy. It felt so fucking good. So perfect. So right! There would be time later to make slow, extended, delicious love to his girl, but right now, in this moment, all he wanted to do was come. With a final slam, he released his seed deep inside Kelsey. The world was obliterated in a blinding explosion of pure, white heat, and then he collapsed against her, his heart smashing against his breastbone, sweat beading on his brow.

“Kelsey,” he gasped into her ear. “Darling Kelsey. I love you.”

~*~

He loves me?
How
dare
he use that word for what he was doing to her?

James’ weight was heavy on her, his sweaty body pinning her down, his cock still deep inside her. The shock and terror of what he had done to her was bad enough, but to cloak it with the pretense of
love
?

Turn it to your advantage.
The voice was quiet but persistent in her head, penetrating the rank fear that skittered through her mind like a hoard of rats.
You know it’s obsession, not love, but maybe he really believes his own lies. Play off that. Use it to get yourself out of this nightmare.

Kelsey’s eyes swiveled toward the gun. She clenched and unclenched her hands, trying to twist against the rope that was tight around her wrists.
I have to get that gun. I have to get hold of that fucking gun!

She realized she was shaking beneath the deadweight of James’ body.
Get off me!
she wanted to scream.
Get your disgusting, sweaty body off me, you fucking bastard!

No. Stick to the plan. Lull him into complacency. Get the gun. That’s all that matters.

“James?” she said softly, working to keep her voice low and soothing. “Can I get up now, please? It’s hard to breathe with such a strong man on top of me.”

James lifted himself on his arms and stared down at her, a small smile curling his lips. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I guess I don’t realize my own strength sometimes.” To her relief, he rose from the bench. Kelsey closed her eyes to avoid looking at his naked body and glistening cock while he untied the ropes from around her wrists.

She brought her arms over her breasts and hugged herself as she watched him pull on his underwear and pants. Was this her chance? Did she dare roll from the bench and sprint for the gun? Even as the thought formed in her head, James, still shirtless, reached for the gun and tucked it into his pants pocket.

Okay, so she missed that chance. There would be others. She had no intention of meekly submitting to this deluded maniac for a second longer than she had to. Meanwhile, she just needed to play along. Just a little longer.

James held out his hand. Swallowing her revulsion, Kelsey forced herself to accept it, letting him pull her upright.

“I need a shower,” James informed her. “You can shower with me. I’ll let you soap up my cock and balls. Would you like that, Kelsey?”

Kelsey blinked.
Seriously
?

Play the game. He’s nuts. Go along.

“Yes, James,” she lied. “That sounds really hot.”

The hot water felt good spraying down over her body. If only she had been alone in her own apartment, she would shower for hours, scrubbing away every hint of James’ defiling touch. Averting her eyes to avoid looking at James’ hairy, muscular body in front of hers, Kelsey reached for the bar of soap.

James stopped her, placing his hand firmly over hers. “I’ll do that. I’ll wash your body and then you can wash mine.”

Gee, thanks.

“Put your hands on top of your head,” James ordered. He gripped her wrists, guiding her arms into position with strong hands. Kelsey had no choice but to obey. She closed her eyes, trying not to let her face show the rage and disgust she felt as James ran unwelcome hands over her breasts, under her arms and down her stomach.

He crouched in front of her in the large shower stall. “Spread your legs so I can wash your pussy and ass.” Kelsey tried not to shudder as his fingers invaded her body. He scrubbed between her legs with soapy fingers. He rubbed for a long time over and around her labia, one finger worrying at her clit. If he was trying to arouse her, it definitely wasn’t working.

Maybe this was her chance. She would jerk her knee upward, smashing it under his chin and knocking him backward so she could make her break. Before she could act, James stood and reached for her arms, which he forced around his body as he held her in a tight embrace.

“I’ll teach you, darling,” he murmured against her ear. “I’ll teach you how to be more sexually responsive.”

She wanted to spit in his face.

Finally he let go of her and stepped back. “I’ll wash your hair. Sorry I don’t have the right shampoo for you yet. I know you like those floral ones.” He squirted shampoo into his hand and rubbed it on her head. “When I go to your place later, I’ll get your shampoo and other stuff you need.” He worked her hair into a lather as Kelsey absorbed this pronouncement. The thought of James slithering around in her apartment made her shudder.

“You cold, sweetheart? Here, let me make the water hotter.” James adjusted the faucet and continued lathering her hair. His calling her sweetheart was like fingernails screeching down a chalkboard. How
dare
he call her that?

The gun. The gun. The gun.
Kelsey’s eyes slid to the door of the shower stall. Through the steamed glass she could just make out the weapon resting on the counter.

“Turn around and rinse your hair,” James said, stepping back a little. “Then you can do me.”

Kelsey rinsed her hair, taking as long as she dared, jittery with dreaded anticipation of what she knew James expected of her. Finally James grabbed her wrists with an impatient gesture. “Okay. Good enough. Here.” He held out the bar of soap. “Soap up my cock and balls. I want you to give me a hand job. God, Kelsey. You have no idea—” his voice cracked. “I’ve imagined us together like this a thousand times. I can’t believe it’s finally real.” He pressed on her shoulders. “Go on. Get on your knees. And look up at my face while you do it. Lick your lips while you stare up at me. Show me you like what you’re doing.”

Kelsey swallowed her outrage and forced herself to kneel in front of her captor. This was her chance. Get him going, get him distracted and then she’d make her move. Trying to hide her revulsion, she reached for James’ sizable cock with one hand and cupped his heavy balls with the other.

His semi-erect shaft hardened immediately, distending like a clown balloon at her touch. She looked up at his face, trying to appear as if she enjoyed what she was doing. His eyes burning into hers, James groaned, “Yeah, baby. Kelsey. Kelsey, darling, yes!”

He reached for her shoulders to steady himself as she jerked at his hard, thick shaft, while cradling his balls with her other hand. He was panting. His eyelids fluttered closed, his head falling back.

Now! Do it now!

Her heart racing, Kelsey rocked over into the stall door, pushing it open with her shoulder. Dropping the man’s genitals, she rolled out of the shower stall and scrambled to her feet. She hurtled toward the counter, her hand extended. She wrapped her fingers around the small, heavy weapon and whirled to face James. Triumph soared through her as she pointed the gun at him with shaking hands.

“What the hell!” the naked man roared, his eyes now wide open. He lunged out of the shower toward her.

Kelsey jumped back. “Don’t move, asshole!” she screamed. “I’ll shoot you! I’ll fucking shoot you!” Her voice was shaking as much as her hands. She curled her trembling finger around the trigger, keeping the gun pointed in his direction. Water was dripping from her hair into her face and she shook her head, trying to see.

James halted just outside the shower stall. “Kelsey. Put that thing down. It’s loaded. You’ll hurt yourself.” He started to walk toward her.

“I said don’t move!” Kelsey blew out a breath and aimed the gun directly at James’ heart, desperately trying to gird herself for what she knew she had to do. Her hands were shaking so hard she could barely keep hold of the gun.

She lowered the gun slightly. If he made a move, any move, she’d shoot him. Slowly, her eyes fixed on him, Kelsey began to edge backward toward the door. Just a few more seconds and—

“No!” James shouted. In spite of the gun pointing at him, he lunged toward her. Before she could react, he was on her. They fell to the floor, their wet bodies skidding slickly along the tile as they grappled. Kelsey heard herself wailing with fear and fury, and James’ answering grunts as he tried to wrest the gun from her.

Kelsey pushed desperately against James, somehow managing to keep hold of the gun. She tried to pull her legs up to kick him away, but he was too strong for her. She felt his hands closing around her throat. This couldn’t be happening. She had to shoot him. She had to do it! She had no choice.

She squeezed the trigger.

A sharp, deafening crack split the air and James fell away from her. In the sudden stillness that followed, a red hot burning pain ripped through Kelsey’s leg. Time seemed to slip from its moorings, dragging Kelsey along with it.

Stunned and confused, she somehow managed to pull herself up on her elbows, the gun still dangling from her right hand. James was staring at her, his eyes wide with horror. His lips were moving but she couldn’t hear any sound, save for the echo of the gun’s report ringing in her ears.

James wasn’t dead. He didn’t even appear hurt.

Still not grasping what was happening, Kelsey followed his horrified gaze toward her leg, which throbbed with stinging pain. Bright red blood was pooling beneath her calf on the white tile floor. The room began to spin as a loud, rushing sound filled her head. She felt the back of her head hitting the floor and then she knew no more.

~*~

“Holy fuck. Holy shit,” James cried. The sound of the gunshot still rang in his ears. “Kelsey. My darling, my baby…” Shaking, he crouched beside Kelsey. Her face was white as death. But she was breathing, he saw to his relief. It was just her leg. He let out a long, tremulous sigh of relief.