“What is going on?”
She tugged at the lace holding her in place, wishing she could at least understand her predicament.Even if she couldn’t remove the binds and get up, clarity would have been appreciated.At that moment, she’d have been anything but surprised to have woken up all over again in her bed at home to realize that the whole weird incident was nothing but a dream.
A nightmare, more like.
She snorted, but even as the noise left her lips, she accepted that whatever strange reality she’d fallen into, it didn’t feel much like a nightmare.
She was far too calm.
“Great.”She sighed.“But I still don’t even know where I am or why I’m here.”
Those were the most unnerving questions.Whywasn’t she at home, and what on Earth had happened to her to find her in a place she didn’t even recognize?
Straining her memory, she tried harder to recollect her last memories from those terrifying moments on the street.She vividly remembered the enormous guy who’d scared away her aggressors; his huge, strapping frame and those striking hazel eyes, but everything after that was sketchy.
What had transpired between him stepping in to save her and her coming around in the white room?Brow rising, she tried to put two and two together.She’d met an attractive guy, and the next thing she knew, she’d woken up in a strange bed.Had she, by some miracle, been able to seduce the goliath and ended up back at his place?
It was an enticing theory, but if that was true, then where was her latest lover?And why had he left her bound to the bed?
Bondage wasn’t something she’d tried before, associating the kink mainly with insecure little men who needed to be in control to get a hard-on.She couldn’t imagine a specimen as impressive as the one who’d rescued her needing to rely on restraints to get what he wanted.A man like that would not be short of offers.
Hell, based on what she could remember, Kris couldn’t imagine too many women who’d have kicked him out of bed.
I certainly wouldn’t.
She hoped her hypothesis explained what had transpired, that somehow, in her least sexy lounge wear, she’d persuaded the giant to take her home for one reckless, and she hoped, glorious, night of passion.But if that was the case, there was a disappointing lack of scintillating memories attached to the event.
She squeezed the muscles at the apex of her thighs, as if to clarify the thought.She wasn’t sore, and based on what she remembered of the size of him, she couldn’t envision that a few rounds of nookie wouldn’t have left a lasting legacy between her legs.
No sex, then?She huffed out air in disappointment while the same old question returned to haunt her.So, what happened?
Glancing around again, she took in as much of the strange space as she could from her position on the bed.The structure was pushed up against what looked like a softly glowing wall to her right, and what little else there was to see was on her other side.The room’s decor was minimal at best; one solitary chair across from where she lay and a mirror hanging on the impossibly white wall opposite were the only discernible features.She couldn’t even see a door or a window.
Anxiety stirred in the base of her belly, belying the surface-level serenity her consistent breath rate conveyed, and reflexively, she glanced down her body to identify visually where she’d sensed the disquiet.
There was a light blue blanket covering her torso and legs—the only flicker of color in the room—but both limbs had been separated, her ankles visible, and also adorned with the black lace at her wrists.Worse still was the abrupt realization that beneath that cover, she was completely naked.Her clothes were gone, and so was her phone, which she last recalled putting in her pocket.
She heaved in another breath.That all seemed like a long time ago, as though the Kris who’d got peckish was an entirely different version of the woman she was then.Disconcertingly, though, despite the seeds of unease she’d noted, she still felt preposterously calm.Naked and bound in a location she didn’t even recognize, she should have been terrified, so why wasn’t fright her primary emotion?She recalled the terror that had surged through her body when the thugs had surrounded her on the street, so where had that instinctive response to danger gone?
“This is not good.”She shook her head slowly.“How am I here, and where the hellishere?”She paused, thinking through the conundrum as her head lifted to glance down her body.“Andwhyaren’t I freaking out more about being here?”
Yanking against the binds at her ankles, she clenched her toes and banged her ankles against the soft covers in protest.One thing was for sure: someone must have put her in the predicament.She hadn’t sleepwalked her way across town, stripped, and tied herself to someone else’s bed.
Stilling, she tried to think.Who had the audacity to treat her that way?If it was her hulking hero, then where was he?Had he decided to snatch her from the street and then bugger off again?
“Wrong questions,” she chided, her gaze searching the dazzling ceiling again.“I’m all for feeling Zen, but this is ridiculous.I’ve been kidnapped!Why am I so fucking chilled about all of this?”
Something horrible had happened to her, something that could turn out to be terrible… That much was evidenced by the fetters she couldn’t remove and her inability to properly recall how she’d ended up in the alien-looking room.For some odd reason, though, she couldn’t seem to muster the energy to give in to her fear about the outcome.Intellectually, she recognized her plight, but it was as if there was a disconnect between her relaxed responses and her usually sharp instincts.
“I have to get out of here,” she reasoned, keeping her gaze on the white ceiling.“Maybe I can use this calmness to help me.”
The idea resonated, urging her to follow through and see how she fared.If she could stay calm, then she could get out of there.And perhaps, if she cried out for help, someone might hear her.
“Hello?”she called out, tentatively at first.“Hello?I’m trapped.Is anyone out there?”
Not that she knew where ‘out there’ was.Another quick scan of the space still didn’t easily reveal the whereabouts of a door, but she tried not to linger on the point.
“Hello?”Her voice was louder that time, her strained timbre suggesting that the ounce of apprehension tingling inside her might have been ballooning.However perturbing her tranquility had been, the growing worry was unwelcome.“Can anyone hear me?”
