A Little Tied Up Read Free

a king-size, piled high with pillows. Two desks and a bureau sat against the wall opposite, with a large mirror atop the bureau. The mirror had possibilities, depending on what Joseph chose to do with her. Someone had angled it to reflect the entire bed. The windows were covered by dark drapes. She took a step toward them, thinking to regain her bearings, but Joseph grabbed her around the waist.
    “Where do you think you’re going?”
    “I wanted to look out the window.”
    “Fuck, no. You think I’m stupid, bitch? Bad enough you’re seeing me. What? You planning on leading the cops to me later? Fat chance!”
    “What are you going to do with me?” Damn it, she sounded too eager. Which would have been fine, but she was playing the part of a kidnapping victim. She should sound scared, begging, pleading for her life, not flirtatious and excited. She would have to watch that.
    “You make me tired, you know that? All those times I watched you walking around your house, you looked like such a sexy woman, but you never shut up. Maybe I should just gag you so I don’t have to listen anymore.”
    Ah, better. She hated having anything other than food in her mouth, unless it was something she put there herself. Like his cock. He knew it, too. “No, please. I wouldn’t be able to breathe.”
    “I guess that might be a problem. I wouldn’t want you to die or pass out before I get to have fun with you. So if you don’t want to be gagged, try keeping your mouth shut, unless I tell you different. Got it?”
    Nolie opened her mouth to answer, then thought better of it and nodded. Joseph probably wouldn’t gag her, since he knew how she would react, but he was so into his character she wasn’t totally sure anymore what he would do. Her predictable husband had become completely unpredictable.
    She liked it.
    “Good. Maybe you’ll get out of this in one piece.” He went to the headboard of the bed. “Fuck. Why do hotels always make these things solid? How the hell am I supposed to tie you down if there’s nothing to tie you to?”
    Tie her? Intriguing. Early on in their relationship she’d mentioned her curiosity about being tied down, but he hadn’t seemed into the idea. Since she’d never tried it, it hadn’t mattered to her one way or the other, so she’d let the notion go. Had he remembered? Or was this a new idea on his part?
    Whichever it was, she wanted it. Being stripped naked, tied so he could access whatever part of her he wanted . . . . She moaned, and immediately clapped her hand over her mouth when he glared at her.
    “What the fuck was that?”
    “Sorry,” she said.
    “You’d better be.” He spun her around and brought his hand down on her ass, hard enough to sting. “Don’t do it again or I’ll give you worse.”
    Worse? The smack hadn’t been bad. It wouldn’t do for him to know that, though. A kidnapping victim wouldn’t be likely to want her kidnapper to spank her. She just nodded and kept her mouth shut.
    “Hmm. Where the heck can I tie you?” Joseph walked over to the straight-backed, wooden chair at one of the desks. “This might work to start with. Won’t be able to fuck you, but I can have the rest of my fun. You’re nothing but my little play toy now, bitch. That’s the only reason I broke into that pretty house of yours, because I wanted a new toy.”
    “You don’t break your toys, do you?”
    “Sometimes I do. Especially when they talk too much. I guess you really do want that gag in your mouth, don’t you.”
    “No. Please.”
    “If I feel like breaking my toys, I break them. If I feel like keeping them around to play with longer, that’s what I do. In other words, you don’t know what I’ll decide to do, so if I were you, I wouldn’t give me a reason to break you.”
    He had to have practiced this for days. The Joseph she knew was too quiet and mild to say half the things he’d said tonight. All because she’d mentioned her kidnapping fantasy to him. She’d