Ryan Michele - Wanting You

“Great.” His hands started at my knees and began sweeping up my body. The repulsion I felt was only firing my anger at this man. I didn’t move as his hand came higher and higher. Thighs … hips ... stomach. Reaching my breasts, he cupped them, squeezing gently. Closing my eyes, I tried to block him out. “Open your eyes,” he demanded.

I opened them to see his flare back at me, this time filled with lust. His hands snaked up my neck and one rested behind my back. I knew it was coming before his lips landed on mine. As much as I didn’t want to kiss him, I knew it was the only way. In no way did I fully give into it. I only gave a little and when his tongue entered my mouth, I did not reciprocate.

Pulling away, he said, “That’s okay, Savannah. We’ll get there. The fact that you actually kissed me says you want this, too.” He smiled.

I wish my hand were free, one to slap this asshole … two to wipe my fucking mouth. His kiss was filled with spit making me gag. He definitely needed kissing lessons, and I was not going to be his teacher.

“I’m gonna go get you something to eat. You need to keep up your strength.” The words came out rushed as he was out of breath from the kiss.

Him leaving the room was good. “Okay.”

“I’ll be right back.” Getting up, he headed for the door. As he opened it, I peered through trying to see where I was, but only saw a wall. When he shut the door, I began pulling on the ropes, trying to loosen them, but got nowhere. Searching around the room, nothing was visible that could help me, and the blinds were shut on the windows, so that was of no help either.

Before I knew it, the rattling of the door handle came as he walked in the room carrying a small tray. “I’m gonna feed you.” He knelt down in front of me and held up a grape.

“No, thank you.” I didn’t want to eat anything. My stomach was in knots, and I was afraid I’d puke all over the place.

“Come on. You are going to eat.” The stern voice he used earlier came back in full force. Knowing I didn’t have much of a choice, I slowly opened my mouth as he fed me the grape. I slowly chewed and swallowed.

This followed some cheese, crackers, grapes, and strawberries. “Good job, Savannah. Now you’ll have your strength.” He rose to his feet, taking the tray with him. “I’ll be right back,” he said, closing the door behind him.

Trying to come up with some kind of plan, my head began to feel foggy making it difficult to hold up. My eyes began to close on their own, even though I was forcing them to stay open. Then … blackness.

I couldn’t go to the station and find out what Fly was coming up with. So I chose to head to Sully’s, not that it would help, but being holed up in my office was better than searching woods that showed nothing. I knew she wasn’t there.

It’d been hours. Hours this asshole had had with her, and there was nothing I could do about it. Nothing. I couldn’t escape the loud growl that came from my body as I stood up, throwing the chair behind my desk.

“Fuck,” Ace murmured by the door.

“What?” I barked, panting from my anger.

“You just want me to handle shit tonight?”

“Yes. Don’t bother me. Even if the damn place is burning to the ground.” I stared at him in challenge.

“You got it, boss.”

I didn’t blame him for his quick exit. I am not one to be around right now. Being helpless, I’d learned, was not an emotion that I handled well at all. If anything happened to Vann, I swore to God I would kill that fucker with my bare hands.

My phone ringing had me whipping back to my desk to see a call from Z. “What’d ya got?”

“We got a trace. It’s faint like the phone is losing juice so we gotta go quick.”

“Where?” I already had my keys, heading to the truck.

“It’s off of rural US-50 … called Schlink Road. There’s only two houses on that road, and we have it pinned to the second.”

“I’m out.” Rushing to the truck, phone to my ear, I fired it up, peeling out as fast as I could, grabbing my GPS and plugging in the vague address.

“Deke?”

“What?” I’d forgotten to hang up on Z.

“All the guys are heading out there. We’re parking out and walking. I told them all you will be there and are one of us. Put your vest on.”

Touched he actually did this, I said, “Thanks. Will do.” Hanging up the phone, I followed the crazy lady on the GPS’s instructions to a tee, coming up on Schlink Road. The entire area was black as I expected, being out in the middle of nowhere.

As I drove down the winding road, I took in everything trying to make sure I knew the area a bit. I hated going into a situation blind, but that wasn’t going to stop me here.

Several cop cars, including Z’s, lined the road. I pulled behind his and grabbed my Georgia State Police vest and gun.

Walking slowly, I nodded to the cops I saw on the way. If they didn’t know for sure that I was on the team, they sure did now. Whatever.

Following the path of the road, in the distance was a small house with lights flashing on in several of the rooms. Two cars were parked in the driveway causing the cop in me to believe there were two of them.

Hearing a loud scream come from the house, I began sprinting as fast I could to the door.

Vann

Oh.My.God. I attempted to open my eyes, but my head felt groggy, and I realized he’d drugged me. Instantly, I realized why as I assessed the situation. My eyes were focused on the ceiling, and my entire body was spread eagle lying on the bed. Trying to move my arms and legs, I came to the realization quick that they were tied up tight.

Looking down my body, all of my clothes, except for my bra, were off me. “Glad you woke up. We’re gonna get to the fun part,” his nasally voice said.

I turned my head to the right to see him standing there with only his khaki shorts on. His nose covered in a bandage. In his hand was a long purple dildo, and I immediately knew what he had planned. I should, I wrote it.

“Remember the scene from Stripped ‘n’ Teased , where Sarah was strapped just like this while Dustin pleasured her?” I nodded as my body trembled with fear. “We’re gonna play, just like they did.”

“No. I don’t want this.”

“Yes you do. Don’t lie to me. I hate liars,” he growled.

“I really don’t want to do this. When I write, it’s whatever pops in my head, it doesn’t mean that I actually want to do those things,” I pleaded.

“You write them because they’re what you want … and I’m gonna give them to you.” His eyes connected with mine, sending another slithering shrill down my spine.

“Please,” I begged.

“The only please I will accept are the pleas for more … and you will be begging for more.” He smirked.

“No!” I screamed as loud as I possibly could, not knowing if anyone would be able to hear me, but I had to try. He quickly covered my mouth.

“Savannah, we are out in the middle of nowhere. If you want to scream, go ahead, but no one will hear you, and you’ll just hurt my ears and piss me off.”

He slowly released his hand, and while I knew I couldn’t believe anything he said to me, I somehow believed that he was telling me the truth so I refrained from screaming. He slowly moved down to the end of the bed as he stood at my feet.

I braced myself for what was about to happen. If he raped me, I’d still be alive, and I could still get out. Not saying the thought didn’t scare the shit out of me, but it was better than thinking the other way.

He began to stroke my feet with his hands creeping up my body. I felt nothing but repulsion as his smooth hands snaked up my body. His mouth began giving me wet kisses on my inner thigh. I clenched my pussy as tightly as I could, thinking in my mind that I could just shut it and make this asshole stop.