Hostage (9 page)

Code

There was a time when I was a respectable—and respectful—human being. Clearly I’m not anymore.

I’ve done some pretty depraved things, particularly in the last year or so, but I’ve never spanked a woman before and cannot believe how turned on I am.

Or how turned on it made Wren.

Fuck it. I’m not honorable, I’m not respectable. And I don’t give a shit. My cock has been hard pretty much since I met her, and after that little show on my lap, I’m going to take what I want.

Wren’s sprawled out beside me breathing hard.

Just like when she came.

“Get undressed.” I’m not going to simply shove her panties aside like last night—or two minutes ago. I want her naked. I want to see everything right here in broad daylight. I want to see her face as I take her and fuck her.

I’m expecting an argument—because, holy shit, does this girl like to argue—but to my surprise, she’s damn-near speed stripping beside me. In the blink of an eye, she’s naked. I pull my t-shirt up over my head and kick off my shoes and socks.

“Take my pants off.” I like directing her in a tone that lets her know that I mean business, and for some reason, when it has to do with sex, she doesn’t fight me. If anything, I can see it in her eyes that she’s fucking turned on.

Her hands are steady as she unbuttons and unzips my jeans. She pulls them and my briefs off and then sits back on her knees and waits for my next command.

I nearly come at the thought of it.

“Suck my cock.”

Now, I don’t mean to brag, but I’m big. Bigger than average—and then some. I can sense her uncertainty, but it only lasts for a minute before she flips her hair over her shoulder and bends over me. She pauses for just a second, and I can feel her breath on the head of my cock.

“Do it,” I command her, and next thing I know she takes almost all of me at once
. Holy fuck
. I nearly buck off the bed. Never in my life has anyone done something like that right out of the gate. “Fuck, Wren.”

She finds her rhythm, and between the suction, her tongue, and the noises that she’s making, I’m about to seriously lose it. And I’m okay with that because the condoms are on the other side of the room, and when I finally fuck her, I want it to last. Better for her to make me come right now so that I can fuck her longer later.

“That’s it, baby,” I say, my hips moving in time with her mouth. I feel a little mean and jerk up hard, forcing my entire length down her throat. It only slows her down for a second. “I’m gonna come, Wren,” I pant. “And I want you to take it all. Swallow it. Tell me how much you like it.” To my surprise, she hums and nods.

It was like pushing the launch button. “Yeah…suck my cock…that’s it…a little more…come on…” And then I came like I’d never come before. Like a good girl, she swallows and keeps swallowing, and all I can think is
holy shit
.

Slowly she sits up and looks at me. Her eyes are a bit glazed, and she somehow manages to look a little snooty as she wipes at the corners of her mouth. And then looks at me again—awaiting my next move.

So. Fucking. Hot.

“See that bag over there?” I motion to the paper bag I brought back earlier while she was over my shoulder. Luckily I had been quick at the convenience store but smart enough to grab the necessities. “There’s a box of condoms in there. Go get them.”

“But…” Her eyes plead with me a little but I’m too far gone. I’ve got to fuck her.

“Now, Wren.”

She stands up and walks naked across the room. She’s got an amazing ass, and when she turns to come back to the bed, the sight of her perfectly shaped tits makes my mouth water. Yeah, this was a good plan.

Wren stops next to the bed and holds the box of condoms out to me. “Put them on the nightstand,” I tell her and she does. I move over. “Lay down.” As soon as she’s back beside me, on her back, I reach over and gently pinch a nipple. She gasps and her eyes close. Yeah, she likes it.

I shouldn’t be ready to come again, but in that instant she arched her back, pressing her tits up into my hands, and I’m hard again. I lean in close to her ear. “You know I’m gonna fuck you, right?”

She nods. “Yes.”

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve already played with your pussy and I’ve already spanked your ass today.” To my surprise, she moans with pleasure at the mention of our earlier play. “But I think I really like you like this—sprawled out for me. Spread your legs, Wren. Show me that pussy again.”

She obeys, and it’s fucking glorious. She’s pink and wet and I know that she’s ready for me. “Tell me what you want.” She shakes her head as she squirms on the bed. My hands are kind of randomly roaming over her—tweaking a nipple, brushing over her clit.

I let my fingers play with her clit a little harder as I lower my head to her tits. I bite her—just hard enough to make her jump. “Tell me. What. Do. You. Want?”

“I want you to fuck me,” she pants.

It’s all the invitation I need. I grab the box of condoms from the bed stand and quickly slide one on and then slam into her. I don’t want nice. I don’t want slow. I want to make her scream my name. I want to bury my cock to my balls in her pussy. She cries out with the force that I pound into her.

“You like that, don’t you?” I grunt, slamming every inch of me repeatedly into her.

“Yes!”

“You like it hard, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

Shifting my position slightly, I hook my arms behind her knees and lift her legs and spread them wide for me. She screams out because I know that this position has me hitting her even deeper.

“Open your eyes, Wren,” I demand. “Open your fucking eyes and look at me.” Her hands are above her head blindly reaching for something to hold on to—something to ground her against the fierce pounding that I’m giving her.

“Code…please…” she pants as her eyes open, and she looks at me.

“Please what?” I can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain that she’s feeling and I don’t care because I feel fucking great. “Please keep fucking you?”

It’s hot as hell in this fucking room, and we’re both covered in sweat and yet I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.

“Let go of the headboard,” I command. “I want you to grab your tits. Play with your nipples.” She shakes her head hard, her eyes closing. “That wasn’t a request. Do it.” My voice is a near growl. My throat is raw and dry, everything in me is focused on coming again.

Soon.

“Now, Wren!”

Her hands move and she cups her tits and pulls on her nipples and it’s the fucking sexiest things I’ve ever seen. “Look at me,” I pant. “Say my name.”

“Code…Code…” Something in her voice changes and I realize that she’s close too. I change my angle just a bit and then I know I hit the spot because she screams. “Yes…oh God…yes!”

I feel her come, her pussy pulsing around me, and I come so hard that I actually roar with it. I feel like every fucking bit of energy that I had leave me as I come. I’m gasping for breath and realize that I’ve practically got her knees up to her ears.

As soon as I feel like there’s nothing left, I do my best to release her legs and then collapse on top of her. My heart is pounding. My throat is dry and scratchy.

And all I can think is that I’m totally screwed.

Wren

Code is heavy on top of me, but for some reason I like it.

I’ve never liked it when guys collapse on top of me after sex. They’re always hot and sweaty, and a lot of the time their breath doesn’t smell very good. I try to get them off me as quickly as I can without hurting their feelings.

I don’t care about hurting Code’s feelings, but I don’t feel compelled to get him off me.

I’m so completely screwed up. The guy kidnapped me and has treated me pretty shitty, and yet I can’t keep my hands off him. And I kind of like how warm and relaxed and sated he feels now, like I’ve given him what he needs. What we both need.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I’m sore all over now and sticky with perspiration. When he finally rolls off me and takes care of the condom, I force myself to get up and limp to the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah,” he says, his voice hoarse. The sex seems to have taken a lot out of him too. But not as much as me. “Go ahead.”

I turn the shower on hot and then step under it, grabbing the cheap little soap the motel provides and starting to scrub my body down. I wash off the sweat and the wetness between my legs and all the scent and feel of Code.

After I’ve scrubbed every inch of my skin, I feel emotion shuddering inside me, and I bend at the waist as it wracks my body.

It’s wrong—it has to be wrong—to be so turned on by your hostage taker, to want him to take you the way Code took me, to keep wanting more of him. It has to be wrong. It has to be proof that I’ll never be the normal girl I want to be.

I want to go home and get away from him. I want to see my dad and make sure he’s not frantic with worry for me. I want to go back to classes and feel like there’s still hope for some sort of nice future for me.

I want to go back to hoping for that pathway of light amid the dark billows.

I’ve never felt like my life is nice, but I always hoped one day it would be.

With Code, nothing would ever be nice. And if I’m the kind of girl who wants a guy like Code, then my life can never be what I’ve always wanted it to be.

I stay in the shower a long time, shaking and hugging my arms to my stomach. Then I hear a knock on the bathroom door.

“Wren?” Code asks from the other side. “You okay in there?”

I’m surprised by the consideration. “Yeah.” My voice breaks a little.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Then hurry up. I don’t like for you to be in there by yourself for so long.”

Well, that makes more sense, then. He’s asking because he’s suspicious of what I’m getting up to in here by myself. There are no windows in the bathroom so, unless I want to try to squeeze through the drain or the air vent, there’s no possible means of escape in here.

Maybe he thinks I’m making a weapon out of the shower curtain rod.

I don’t have any fight left in me right now, so I just turn off the water and dry off. I put back on the pizzeria t-shirt he’d given me, since it’s cleaner than the top I was wearing before. I slide my pink skirt and panties back on. If I understand correctly, we’re going to stay in this motel room for a while, so I don’t bother putting on my shoes.

I’d kill for a set of fuzzy pajamas right about now.

I braid my hair in two long braids because it’s wet and I have no hairdryer. Then I open the bathroom door.

He’s standing right outside, completely naked. His body is gorgeous, and my eyes linger briefly on his broad shoulders, toned chest, strong flanks, the intricate tattoo all down one arm. I can’t help but appreciate the view, but I’m too exhausted to think about sex again.

“Can I rest for a little while?” I ask, since he’s just staring at me.

“Yeah.”

I lay down on the bed and pull the sheet up over me. I’m not sure what’s happened to me, but I’m literally about to drop. Too much crisis-mode. Plus a lot of sex.

I don’t even think about trying to escape when he turns on the shower. He doesn’t shut the bathroom door, so I assume he’s listening to make sure I don’t call the police or leave the room.

I’m not going anywhere. He always seems to catch me anyway. If I just cooperate, maybe he’ll get to Laredo more quickly and he can let me go.

Right now, I can’t think of anything but sleep.

When he’s done in the shower, he comes back to the bed to lay beside me. He rolls me over toward him like he did last night—I assume so he’ll wake up if I try to get away from him. He’s clean now too, so it’s not unpleasant when he spoons me from behind.

My bottom is still a little sore from the spankings.

“You’re more trouble than any girl I’ve ever met,” he mutters. He doesn’t sound mad now. Instead, he’s almost resigned.

“You can let me go if you don’t want to put up with me anymore.”

“I’ll let you go in Laredo.”

“Okay.” I breathe deeply, trying to clear my mind of all the fear and confusion. For some reason, I’m not afraid of Code right now. And I believe what he’s telling me. “How are we going to get there?”

“I don’t know. I guess I can try to steal a car.”

“That will draw attention to us, won’t it? If we’re in a stolen car?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you have a car yourself?”

“Not one I can get to.”

I think about that and wonder vaguely where he lives. What his last name is. What his parents are like.

It’s strange to have a man pressed up against your back, his arm holding you close, and have no idea of even the most basic details about his life.

“Don’t you have a friend who can let you borrow a car? Surely there’s someone you can trust.”

I feel a difference in his body, like he’s thinking about that.

“Don’t you have any friends?” I ask after a minute.

“Not really.”

I sigh. “Me either.”

I have plenty of people I hang out with, but I’m not sure who I would trust with a life-or-death situation. My dad, I guess. But none of the girls or guys I call my friends.

It’s kind of sad, but it’s just the way it’s always been. The people you should be able to trust will usually let you down.

“There’s someone…” Code begins, sounding like he’s speaking more to himself than to me. “Maybe…”

“Do you trust him?”

“I think so. Yeah.” He sounds a little better, like he might have a real plan for the first time, and he reaches over to grab the phone.

He has a brief phone conversation, in which he asks someone for a car—and then it sounds even better, like the guy is going to wrangle some fake ID’s as well. He hangs up, nodding in satisfaction. “This might work.”

“Great.” The word is slightly ironic, but I am glad that there’s a plan. The sooner we get to Laredo, the sooner this will be over. “When do we meet him?”

“This evening. After dark. We can hang out here and rest until then, since we’ll want to drive tonight.”

“Okay.” I stretch out again, and he stretches out behind me, wrapping me in his arm again.

“Don’t try to get away again,” he mumbles, sounding kind of sleepy himself.

“I won’t.”

“Do you mean it?”

“Yeah. My ass is still sore from last time.”

He rubs his groin against my bottom slightly, but he’s not really hard. “If you’re really good, maybe I’ll give you another spanking soon.”

God help me, I’m just sick—because I really like that idea.