PursuedbythePrisoner (2 page)

He ducked his head and nuzzled her throat. “What can I say?
My girl wanted us to win, and I wasn’t going to let her down.”

The warm tingles spreading through her body settled between
her legs in a rush of pleasure. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby.”

Sean fiddled with the front zipper of his bright-orange
prison uniform. “Where did you guys get this?”

Dr. Andrews looked up from his laptop and pushed his glasses
back in place. In his mid-fifties, the IWSS scientist seemed to have a faintly
distracted air about him, as if his body was here, but his mind was somewhere
else. “We have a costume department stocked with more outfits than a movie
lot.” His gaze focused on Sean, and an amused smiled curved his lips. “Yours
had to be specially made because of your size. Must be hard to find anything
that fits with your shoulders and neck being so big.”

“That’s probably one of the main reasons I decided to coach
football. I don’t have to wear a suit.”

Dr. Andrews nodded and went back to typing on his laptop.
“You’re familiar with where all the emergency phones are?”

Sean scanned the portion of the IWSS facility designed to
look like a cabin in the woods. The late-afternoon sunlight filtered through
the branches, throwing a dappled pattern on the small three-room log cabin off
to the right. Tall pine trees reached into the blue sky overhead, and two
hundred feet beyond that lay a pond. Ducks calmly swam through the water toward
an inviting sandy beach. To the left, a small gravel road led back to the
massive Institute. He found it rather easy to pretend they were indeed in the
middle of some isolated forest.

“Yeah, there’s one in the cabin, one in the tree to the
right of the cabin, and one hidden inside the fake log by the pond.”

“The pond is safe to swim in, by the way. We keep it clean
so our volunteers can incorporate it into the fantasy if they wish.”

“Good to know.” He paced in a small circle, the reddish
earth beneath his boots throwing up small puffs of dust. “How long do we have?”

“As long as you need. While we ask you not to treat this as
a bed-and-breakfast, there is enough food inside the cabin for a few meals, and
if you want to spend the night, you’re more than welcome. Whenever you’re done,
call us, and we’ll send out a cart to pick you up.”

The pacing wasn’t helping his tension at all, and he
wondered what Dr. Andrews would think if he started doing jumping jacks to work
off the nervous energy. “So, uh, you guys use this cabin a lot?”

Dr. Andrews didn’t look up from his screen as he responded.
“Oh yeah. It comes in handy for a variety of situations. Last week we used it
for a couple who wanted to pretend to be Bigfoot…or would that be Bigfeet in
the plural?” He glanced up at Sean and smiled. “Everything you requested is
inside the cabin. Your wife should be here soon, so I’m going to take off. Any
last-minute questions?”

About a thousand different things rolled through Sean’s mind
at the speed of light, but he settled for the one that bugged him the most. “My
wife said this capture fantasy thing is pretty common with women, is that true?
I mean, I found a bunch of stuff on the internet about it, but I don’t know
what to believe. Shit, anyone can put up a website so I’m not sure if I trust
Madam Xtacy’s take on the subject when she could very well be a fifty-year-old
virgin named Earl who lives in his grandma’s basement and smells like Doritos
and desperation.”

“Well, having studied human sexuality for over twenty-five
years I think I can speak from an informed place on the subject. And I hope I
don’t smell like Doritos and desperation.” He smiled and closed his laptop and
focused fully on Sean for the first time since they’d arrived at the staging
area for the fantasy. “For some women, the thought of being forced to do things
allows them to relax and attain new levels of arousal they haven’t previously
experienced. Many of them become multi-orgasmic for the first time in their
lives.”

“But why? I mean, if someone was forcing me to do something,
I wouldn’t be turned-on, I would hate it.”

“That’s where the fantasy comes into play. You aren’t really
forcing her, but you are allowing her to react in a very primitive, honest way.
If you are in control of the situation and telling her what to do, she doesn’t
have to feel guilty for enjoying some of the more…inventive sexual activities
that society has told her good girls don’t like. You tell her that you are
going to treat her like a harlot and if she responds like one, well that’s not
really her fault, is it? Your strength and will dominate her. From this point
on everything she does is justified because she’s being forced.”

Sean had to fight a grin at the scientist’s use of the word
harlot. He hadn’t heard anyone use that word since his Great-Grandma Penny
accused her next door neighbor of being one for wearing a miniskirt back in the
eighties. “So let me get this right, if I call her a slut I’m not degrading
her, I’m freeing her? No offense, Doc, but if I call my wife that I’ll get
kicked between the legs and that isn’t going to work out too well for your
research.”

“I’m not talking about walking up to her and calling her an
insulting name. You have to work it into your character, say it at the right
time and in the right way.”

“How will I know when that is?”

Dr. Andrews rolled his eyes. “You’re overthinking this.
Look, go with the flow. Don’t call your wife any words she hates.” He flushed
and rubbed his cheek with an absent look. “I can tell you from my experiences
with my own wife that she hates the word cunt, no matter when I say it, even in
play.”

Sean laughed. “Yeah, that is probably not one of the best
things to call a woman, ever. But what am I supposed to do? I read a bunch of
those BDSM romance books they write for women, and like I said, I looked around
on the internet so I have some idea of what’s popular, but doing some of the
stuff that I saw and read about would make me lose wood faster than seeing my
Aunt Dotty naked.”

“Then don’t do it. Don’t force something to happen if it
doesn’t feel right.” He tapped his lips and examined Sean. “You said your wife
gave you a list of things she didn’t want you to do, right?”

“Yeah, I asked her for it.”

“Smart man. I’d suggest you do anything and everything not
on that list, blow her mind, let a little bit of your inner animal come out.”
Sean tensed and Dr. Andrews shook his head with a small smile. “I’m not saying
you should slap her around, but give her what she’s asking for. Start small,
with something simple like a spanking, and you can go from there. How long have
you two been married?”

“Four years, but we’ve been together for seven.”

“Then you should be able to read your wife well enough to
know when she does or doesn’t like something.” He stood and stretched before
smoothing his lab coat. “Listen, you have a once-in-a-lifetime chance to rock
your woman’s world. Take advantage of it, immerse yourself in your character and
throw yourself into the role one hundred percent. Give her everything she’s
been wanting but has been scared to ask for. She trusted you enough to tell you
her darkest fantasy. Reward her for that.”

Sean grunted and rolled out the kinks in his neck. “Yeah,
you’re right.” He shook out his hands while looking down the road. “Where in
the cabin…is the stuff I asked for?”

“In the armoire in the bedroom. We threw in a few extra
things we thought you might like as well.”

A beep sounded from Dr. Andrews’ pocket, and he pulled out a
cell phone. After scanning the screen, he grunted. “She’s on her way.” He
grabbed his laptop and then took a seat in the small golf cart that had brought
them both here. “If you plan on abducting your sweetheart, you better go hide behind
the cabin. We left some items to help you get into the role.”

The small engine of the golf cart revved to life, and Dr.
Andrews drove down the side road. From the opposite direction came the low hum
of another golf cart, and Sean beat a hasty retreat to his spot behind the
cabin. On a stump sat a bundle of silky white rope, a black blindfold, and set
of handcuffs with a long loop of chain binding them together. He picked up the
handcuffs and made sure they would open with the press of a button before slipping
them on his wrists. The chain in the middle was heavy, but the inside of the
cuffs were lined with padded leather so they wouldn’t chafe his wrists.

The low hum of the golf cart cut through the relative quiet
of the forest, silencing the birds singing in the trees. For the first time
since they landed in Dallas, his nerves were replaced by anticipation. It was
just him, Mary and this elaborate playground for them to have fun in. He needed
to stop thinking this over and let himself go with the flow.

He grabbed the rope and blindfold and unzipped the front of
his orange jumpsuit enough to put the rope inside. Creeping around the side of
the building, he held the chains in his hands so they didn’t make a sound. A
beeping came from the front of the cabin as a golf cart backed up, then drove
away. When the sound of the cart’s engine receded away completely he waited
another moment to be sure no one was with her. A quick glance around the side
showed Mary turning in a slow circle, no doubt examining the forest and trying
to figure out where he was. Damn, she looked good. Her dark hair was held back
by a white cloth headband, and the blue-and-gold cheerleading outfit was a
little tight in all the right places. In fact, he kinda liked that she had more
hips and tits than she did in college. All that softness and curves waiting for
him.

Keeping his movements quiet, he inched closer to the edge of
the cabin and flattened himself against the wall, making sure his bright-orange
prison garb didn’t alert her to his presence. A quick scan of the ground around
him revealed a good-sized rock, and he picked it up, careful not to clank his
chains. He waited until her back was turned and chucked the rock with all of
his might. It made a loud noise when it hit the bushes near Mary and she
jumped, spinning on her heel to look for where the noise came from.

Using the speed that made him such a force on the football
field, he sprang from his hiding place and sprinted toward her, letting go of
his chains at the last second so their noisy clink alerted her to his presence.
The surprise in her wide brown eyes was real as he knocked her to the ground,
carefully cushioning her body with his as they fell. She let out a yell and
tried to push him away, but he easily wrapped his legs around her and held her
still as he slipped the blindfold over her face.

“What the hell, Sean, you almost gave me a heart attack!”

“I don’t know who this Sean motherfucker is, but that ain’t
my name.” Her struggles lessened, and he smiled against the back of her head.
Thank God for the blindfold, because if she were looking at him right now he
wouldn’t have been able to stop his laughter. It felt so odd to pretend to be
someone else with his wife, but kinda hot. “Are you expecting him to be here?”

“Uh, yeah.” Her voice had a little tremor to it that killed
his humor and started a burn low in his belly. She sounded so vulnerable and
aroused. “He’ll be here any second. He’s a cop…a big one.”

Instead of overthinking what he should say, he just went
with his gut. “You’re lying.”

“I am not!”

She squirmed against him some more, and his dick hardened
behind the loose jumpsuit. Mary had insisted on no sex for a week before they
left for the IWSS but had teased him mercilessly, to the point where a stiff
breeze gave him a hard-on. His dick ached to be buried in her sweet pussy. It
turned him on even more to realize that he could fuck her right now, on her
hands and knees in the dirt, if he wanted to. That wasn’t on her do-not-do
list.

“Don’t lie to me, bitch.” It was the first time he’d ever
called his wife a dirty name, and he couldn’t help the twinge of guilt.
“There’s only one set of luggage. You’re all alone up here.”

“Who are you?” she whispered and rubbed her backside against
his cock again. Obviously she didn’t mind him calling her a bitch. She pressed
again and arched her back a bit, rubbing his shaft down the slit of her ass
cheeks. Little minx, she knew exactly what that did to him.

“Doesn’t matter who I am,” he growled into her ear. “To you,
I’m your Master for the next few days. I’m gonna hang out here until the search
for me moves to a different area, and then I’m either gonna let you go or cut
your throat and bury you in the woods. It all depends on how good of a girl you
are.”

“Please…” she whispered. “Please don’t hurt me. I’ll do
whatever you want. I’ll be a good girl.”

God have mercy, she sounded so fucking hot and dirty when
she said that. “You bet your sweet ass you will. I have plans for you, bitch,
plans that will make you weep with shame even as you come like a slut all over
my cock, my fingers, my mouth.” Her breath came out in a hot sigh as he cupped
one of her breasts and brushed his thumb over her stiff nipple. She was so
aroused he could smell her pussy when her legs shifted.
Fuck
, he didn’t
like being mean to her, but she sure seemed to love it. “Put your hands in
front of you and hold them there.”

As she complied, he reached into his jumpsuit and pulled out
the length of rope.

Mary’s heartbeat doubled when he slipped the first length of
silky rope around her wrists. She couldn’t believe they were really here, and
he was really doing this. Part of her kept expecting to wake up and find this
had all been one big, naughty dream. He loosely cinched her wrists and she
grimaced. If he thought he was going to kidnap her with these flimsy knots he
was vastly mistaken.

“Got you,” he murmured into her ear.

She whimpered, “My knee hurts. I think you twisted it when
you threw me to the ground.”

Immediately he released her, and she tore the blindfold from
her face and threw it in the bushes. He crouched next to her side, concern and
shame warring in his gaze. “I’m sorry, baby, I—”

With a quick turn of her hips she kicked him with both legs,
hard, biting back a laugh at the expression of shock on his face as he fell
back on his butt. Quickly slipping her hands free, she scrambled to her feet
and took off at a run toward the forest. She shouted over her shoulder, “You’re
going to have to do better than that!”