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you lie I'll stuff that gag in your mouth.”
    “Both.”
    “Both what?”
    “Scared and excited.” She shivered. The room was too cold to be naked for long.
    “If I ask you something, are you going to threaten to gag me?”
    “You just asked. I probably should gag you for it, but I'll give you another chance. What the hell do you want?”
    “It's really cold in here. Could you turn on the heat?”
    “Who the fuck do you think you are? Why would I care if you're cold or not?” He flicked one of her nipples. “Gives you these hard little things, right? You're just a toy. I don't care if my toys get cold.”
    Okay, so being warm apparently wasn't part of the game. He had a point; kidnappers wouldn't care much about the comfort of their captives. She shivered. Maybe this game hadn't been such a great idea, not if it meant she was going to freeze. She hated being cold.
    “Oh, for fuck's sake, fine.” He went to the heater by the window and turned it on.
    “You're lucky you look good, or I wouldn't give a shit if you froze to death. Don't ask me for any more favors, though; you won't like the result.”
    It took a few minutes for the room to warm up. Meanwhile, Joseph sat on the bed and stared at Nolie. Just stared, in total silence. It took a lot of effort for Nolie to keep her mouth shut. She always felt like she had to fill silences. If he didn't do or say something soon, she might go crazy.
    At the same time, though, she liked having him look at her this way. His total attention was on her, which hadn't happened in months. Even in bed lately they’d both had other things on their minds. From his intense gaze, Nolie doubted Joseph had anything on his mind except her naked body. She loved it. She would love it more when he finally did something, though. Waiting for him to touch her was torture. Probably just as he intended. Finally he stood and came over to her. “You look a little anxious. Problem?”
    Nolie shook her head. She wouldn't answer him. She wasn't supposed to ask for him to touch her; in this game, she should beg for him not to. No matter what she really wanted.
    “You couldn't possibly be waiting for me to do this, could you?” He tweaked one of her nipples again. Before she could stop herself, she moaned. “Oh, so you do like that.” He cupped both hands around her breasts. “You want to have your tits played with, huh? Even by a stranger? Even by someone who brought you here against your will?”
    She couldn't answer. He was her kidnapper. If she admitted she liked what he was doing, it might piss him off. Worse, he might stop doing it. She shook her head, then reconsidered and nodded. Hell, she didn't know how to respond.
    “No, you don't like it? Yes, you do? Or you don't have any clue what you like?”
    He squeezed. “Nice tits. I wonder what you'd do if I tried to suck on them. These nipples of yours are pretty much begging for something.”
    They were, but she wasn't sure she dared to find out what that something was. Joseph wouldn't hurt her on purpose; she knew that, but what if he got carried away?
    As a kidnapper, he wasn't supposed to be gentle with her. Criminals played rough. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing; a little roughness could be kind of fun. A little. She knew her husband well, knew every move he made in the bedroom. It had been a long time since he'd varied it in any way. But now he had chosen to try something new, and it disconcerted her. She had no idea what to expect. She would never be afraid of her husband; of course not. But not knowing what would happen next made her more than a little leery. And more than a little aroused. Her pussy was wet, she could feel it. She wished she could close her legs before he noticed. If the sight of her hard nipples got him going, who knew what he might do if he saw moisture between her legs? Could he even see it? She'd never wondered before. She knew when she was excited because she could feel herself become wet, and she knew