Hell yes. He should stay here for a while. He doesn’t even need to touch me—just the way he watches is doing it for me.
Then he touches me, and I take it back. Having his hands on me is way better. He’s not even doing a lot, just resting his hand on my chest.
Can he feel my heart racing? Does this man understand the fucking rollercoaster I’m on when I’m with him?
His voice is suddenly lower than before, his face closer. “Any other advice to give a new kidnapper?”
I’m so distracted by his close proximity that I don’t think before I speak. To be fair, it’s a flaw of mine. “You want my advice? I thought you didn’t need it.”
Ansel’s face closes off immediately. “I don’t.”
He shuffles off of me, and I curse myself internally. I should’ve kept my fucking mouth shut.
He stands at the edge of the bed, staring at me for a moment. I can almost see his mind working behind his eyes. It’s fascinating.
He comes to some sort of decision and reaches down to grab my shoes. He tosses them off along with my socks, leaving my feet bare. He kicks them into a pile and then reaches for my pants.
I’m excited for a second, but then I realize we don’t have the same plan in mind.
It’s fine. I can still enjoy myself.
Ansel’s fingers fiddle with the button and then lower the zipper. I arch my hips up to help him drag them down my legs.
It’s a good plan he’s come up with. Keep me naked so I can’t run away.
I hope he burns my clothes so I don’t get to wear them again. I’d much rather be naked and alone with Ansel than wearing clothes.
All the better to entice him with.
“Stop making this easy,” he grumbles as my cock is exposed. I’m not wearing any underwear, and when he notices, he hesitates.
“It’s a good plan though,” I reassure him. “Keeps me vulnerable. I’m so proud you thought of it.”
Little does he know I have no qualms about walking anywhere naked. My father kept us in all sorts of situations growing up. We had to be strong. There were many times I was left naked and alone in the middle of the winter, my cold, shivering body adapting to survive, to make my way home.
We weren’t raised to be weak.
This is nothing compared to what I went through.
“Iknowit’s a good plan. It’s why I came up with it.”
I huff a laugh as he yanks the pants off entirely. My cock is completely hard now, standing at attention.
He glances at it, licks his lips, and then stalks away, my clothes and shoes in his arms.
“Who doesn’t wear underwear? I swear,” he grumbles as he goes.
I hope he buries them where I can’t find them. Or sets them on fire. Sadly, I hear him opening and closing a drawer in the next room.
But I don’t say anything. I just stare down at my dick.
Hopefully tomorrowwe’ll get some relief.
Maybe not, though. That’s okay.
The chase is half of the fun.
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