Here Kitty, Kitty!
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Oh, he has got to be kidding!
Cant we talk about this?
Naw.
Another strip of sheet, her other wrist tied to the bed.
This isnt my fault.
Yes it is.
How ya figure?
Theyre your friends. She felt a strip wound around her right ankle. He tied that off and moved to her other leg.
No. Theyre family. And you have to make allowances for family.
Naw. He pulled her opposite leg out tight, leaving her open and exposed. And way vulnerable.
Come on, Nik. This is ridiculous.
Oh, so Im Nik now am I? I thought I was just the hillbilly. He finished securing her to the bed.
She tugged experimentally at the bonds, but they held tight. Shed kill him. If he did anything remotely funky, shed absolutely, fucking kill him.
Of course, she couldnt deny how damn turned on she was at the moment. Her nipples hard and rubbing against the sheet-less bed. Unable to close her legs. Unable to move.
Fucking hillbilly bastard!
Nik dug through a backpack he had with him, eventually pulling out a box of condoms. He dropped those on the side table by her head.
Apparently he was a presumptuous fucking hillbilly bastard.
Nikolai Vorislav, I swear to God
Dont make me gag ya, Sugar. Cause you know the mood Im in right nowIll do it in a New York minute.
Angie hissed at him as he began to take off his clothes. First the T-shirt, then the jeans, and sneakers. Finally the boxers. She swallowed. Why did his cock suddenly look ten times bigger than before?
Nik moved to the bed, staring down at her.
Anything even a tiny bit funky and she would absolutely kill him. No weird S-and-M shit. No spanking. And there better be no humiliation. Or the man would never see the light of day again.
He climbed up onto the bed with her and she tensed, her entire body cringing, waiting for his next move.
When he made it she practically jumped out of her skin and fought the restraints like a madwoman.
Forget it, Sugar. My momma made sure all her boys joined the Boy Scouts. Those knots were meant to hold. So you might as well relax.
Get off me, Nik! Right fucking now!
He laughed at her. Laughed! At her! The slimy, hillbilly son of a bitch!
He did it again. His big fingers sliding up her ankle, her calf, to the back of her knee. Then sliding back down again.
Stop! Now!
The more you bitch. The longer I do this. And your skin is so soft, I can do this forever.
Damn hillbilly!
His fingers slid across her back, down her spine, across her shoulder blades. Just goddamn all over.
The bastard kept touching her. Condoms unused. Nomoving toward any parts that needed to be stimulated. Instead, he ran his hands over her flesh, again and again and again. Why? Because he could. Because he wanted her to know exactly how much she belonged to him.
And fuck if she didnt belong to the man. Lock, stock, and Ferragamos. And definitely her heart. Terrified as she was to admit it, she got the feeling her heart would always belong to him. Whether the bastard hillbilly was in her life or not.
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Nik watched his fingers slide across her soft brown skin. Shed been trying to find him. It kept playing through his mind as he gently tortured her body.
She hadnt set him up. She didnt even know where he was. Hearing her order that poor schlub on the phone not only made him hard, but showed him how concerned she was for him.
The ice queen, hellcat, psychopath actually cared about him.
Angie buried her head in the pillow, her hands clenching and unclenching into tight fists. Smiling, he slid his fingers between her legs and played around the lips of her pussy. She moaned and pushed back against his hand.
He pulled his fingers away and she half moaned, half growled in anger and lust.
Whats the matter, Sugar? You okay?
Motherfuckingsonofabitchcocksuckerbastardassholeprick!
He chuckled and her whole body tensed up. Now is that anyway to talk to me?
When my friends find out youre here
Naw, theyre too busy chasing tigers around their territory. They wont notice us for hours.
She glared at him over her shoulder. Your hillbilly brothers.
Yup. He ran his fingers across the side of her breast, just grazing the nipple. She whimpered, but he circled right back around and concentrated on her forearm for a bit. We used to play Find The Tiger with the Pack that lived down the way a bit from my daddy. They hated us cause they could never find us Vorislav boys. My brothers will have them dogs out there looking for hours.
Biting back a sob of rage, she again buried her head in her pillow.
Oh, dont worry, Sugar. We have plenty of time for me to find out what every part of your body feels like. I mean, you werent in a rush or anything tonight, were ya?
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Eighteen hours? Twenty days? Ten minutes? Angie had no idea. She lost track after the first half hour or so. He caressed her. Touched her. Ran his fingers through her hair.
Then he started licking her. He started at the instep of her left foot and just kept going from there. Every once in a while his fingers or tongue would stray to somewhere vital. Her pussy. Her tits. But stray was it.
Still, without touching any outright sexual part of her, she felt close to coming. But dammit, not close enough. Not nearly close enough.