“I will kill you.”
“No, you won’t.”
“I will. I will pull the trigger.”
“Maybe.”
“Let me go!”
“No!”
I huff out a breath.
“Have you ever held a gun before Jacob?”
“No, I know how it works. I pull the trigger, and you die.”
“Is the safety on?”
“What?”
She’s full-on smiling at me now.
“The safety, if it’s on, the gun won’t fire. I always put it on when the gun’s not in use.”
I turn the gun over in my hand and look it over.
“The little switch there look.” She points, and I glance at it and flick it.
“Okay, now I’ll shoot you.”
“I mean, you can but try, but you’re gonna need bullets.”
“It has bullets. You ran in here with it. You wouldn’t have come in with an empty gun.”
“You’re right, Jacob. I wouldn’t, but I’m not stupid, and this isn’t my first day on the job. Before you even grabbed for the gun, I released them. That cough you heard was to cover the sound of them dropping to the floor before you jumped back.” She cocks her thumb over her shoulder, and I glance around her to see the magazine on the floor.
“Motherfucker!”
“Nice try, though, hot shot.” She takes a step forward and places her hand out, and I drop the gun in it, mentally berating myself for being so fucking stupid. I turn and flop onto the bed, leaving my back to her as she chuckles and leaves the room,
“Dinner’s in an hour!” she calls out as she clicks the door shut.
“I don’t care!” I shout back, feeling stupid and foolish and distracted by a nice pair of tits. Well, a fucking awesome pair of tits, in fairness, but still, what the hell is wrong with me? It’s that Stockholm syndrome,isn’t it? I bet she looks like a hag, really, but my mind’s playing tricks on me, making me think I want her, making me think she’s sexy, making me crave her being close to me. I shake my head. Dumb fuck, stop thinking with your dick. You’ve been kidnapped, and God knows what’s going to happen now that’s another failed attempt at escape. What will she do to me if I keep trying to escape? I let out a sigh. How the hell do I get myself out of this mess? Is anyone even looking for me? Does anyone even know I’m not around? Have they missed me at work?
I shake my head what the fuck am I doing.
Vic
Chapter XXXII
Fucking hell, twice in one day, and fuck, did he turn me on when he was below me, thrashing with my hand wrapped around his throat. Fucker. When he had that gun held to my chest, I wanted to groan. Fuck, he was sexy. The way he objected to me being laid on him got me all hot in a way it really shouldn’t. I make my way into the shower. I need to work off some of the tension, and fuck me if he hasn’t just given me a month’s worth of material for me to cum over.
I step under the water, and my skin is humming. I slowly slide my hand down my jaw, caressing around my neck and gripping tight before skirting across my collarbone and down to my breasts. I rub at the small red mark left by the tip of the gun and groan. I squeeze my nipple with my other hand, then a little harder, beforereally tugging on it and groaning. Fuck, I like Jacob with a backbone.
Is it wrong that I want to let him go free just so I can chase him and fuck him out in the woods? I groan at the thought of him running for his life and smile as I graze my fingers over my stomach and shudder at the touch, as I slip over that sensitive spot over my hip bone, before sliding my fingers down and running them between my dripping lips. Fuck, I’m wet. I can feel it on the top of my thighs. I open my legs and slip my fingers between them. Oh, fuck. I rub over the tight nub and gasp at how hard and needy it is, but it isn’t enough. I glance around, and I see the deodorant bottle. I lean over to grab it and turn it upside down. I slide down into the bottom of the bath. I press it to my opening and grunt. I take a deep breath and rest my head on the back of the bath, opening my legs wider. I push harder. It will fucking fit. I need it to fucking fit. Why don’t they make the bottoms rounded, for fuck’s sake? I’m getting more and more frustrated till I take a deep breath and I manage to push it in. Fuck, it’s tight. I ease off a little, rubbing at my clit before pushing back in. I groan at the fullness, fuck. I slide it back out and slide further down into the bottom of the bath, resting one leg on either side. I slowly start to fuck myself with the can, and fuck me, I groan, and I groan fucking loud.
It’s so fucking tight. I push in harder, further, and a little faster and gasp as I bottom out, rubbing at my clit, but I’m struggling to do both. I look over to the showerhead. There’s one above me and a smaller one attached to the wall near the taps.If I can just reach it…
