Kidnapped for Christmas Read online

  “It’s just going to be me giving you your food and meds for the next couple of days, boy,” she told the big orange cat as he tore into the medicated tuna. “Hope that’s okay with you. Sabrina is off having fun in the sun while some of us have to work.” She sighed as she watched the cat scarf up the food like it was going out of style. As old as he was, at least he still enjoyed his food. Her mom was always saying she didn’t care how old or infirm he got, she wouldn’t let anyone tell her it was time to put Buster to sleep until the day he stopped loving his tuna.

  “Oh, Buster.” Jillian sighed, her mind wandering from the big orange cat and returning to her sister who rightfully ought to be feeding him. “Well, at least sailing down to the Keys with some guy she barely knows is better than letting herself be kidnapped and molested by a total stranger. Marginally anyway,” she told the cat.

  Buster purred in apparent agreement and after watching him a minute more, Jillian turned to go. If she didn’t hurry she really was going to be late for work and her boss, Mr. Pedregal who was the head accountant at Zuckerman and Shires, was considerably less tolerant of tardiness and absence than Sabrina’s pothead boss was.

  Just as she was about to grab her purse from the kitchen counter where she had left it while she searched for Buster, a black and red piece of paper caught her eye. Picking it up, Jillian saw that it was a brochure. We Kidnap U—the experience of a lifetime. The red letters seemed to bleed across the glossy black cardstock. Beneath it was the picture of a muscular man with blond hair holding a coiled whip against his bare chest. Jillian wanted to put the disgusting piece of propaganda back down but she couldn’t help looking inside it first.

  Do you long to be bound and blindfolded, whipped for your indiscretions until you beg for mercy? Or perhaps you just want to be tied to the bed and teased until you moan. Maybe your current lover doesn’t understand your need to be dominated. Or maybe you’ve always been curious about the dangerous side of desire. Whatever your darkest fantasy, We Kidnap U is ready and waiting to fulfill it. Call us today to be rescued from reality.

  There was a lot more about how they were licensed and bonded to perform bondage, just as Sabrina had said, and the various services they offered, but Jillian’s eyes kept returning to the first two sentences. Obviously We Kidnap U offered both hard-core S&M treatment and sensual love play. She wondered which route Sabrina had chosen but then she decided she didn’t want to know. Knowing her sister, she would take everything to extremes. Jillian shivered. Whips and chains left her cold and she couldn’t understand how anyone could find pain pleasurable. But despite her distaste for the more extreme package the kidnapping firm offered, she couldn’t help wondering what the more sensual experience the brochure hinted at might be like.

  In her mind’s eye, a picture formed. She could see the muscular blond man on the front of the brochure tying her to the bed and ravishing her, stripping away her clothing and her dignity piece by piece until she was both emotionally and physically naked. He looked a little young for her—Jillian generally liked her men to be at least a few years older than herself. But still, just the thought of being bound and helpless while the man did anything he wanted to her made her feel suddenly weak in the knees. Between her thighs she could feel her pussy getting wet and hot as she imagined herself begging him to stop to no avail.

  Suddenly Jillian realized that she was actually having a full-blown fantasy about being forced to submit sexually to a complete stranger. It was bizarre and even worse, it was exactly what she had lectured Sabrina about. How could she possibly find anything in the black and red kidnapping brochure even remotely sexy? Of course the sex she’d had with Boring Barry had never been even slightly kinky, which was one reason she’d broken up with him. But Jillian had never fantasized about the things that were advertised in the brochure. She had never really had any idea of what she wanted exactly, or what her sex life with Barry was missing. She just knew there was no zing when he touched her, that she would rather watch paint dry than submit to another one of his tedious missionary-style lovemaking sessions. But she’d never thought of asking him to tie her up and tease and torture her either.

  “Well, maybe if I had we’d still be together,” Jillian told Buster, who was still happily munching his can of tuna. Then she shook her head. “What am I saying? This is sick—just about what I expected when Sabrina told me about it in the first place. Whoever puts themselves in for this—and pays for it no less—is crazy. I’m just glad she decided to cancel her ‘nap before it was too late.” She slapped the slick black and red brochure back down on the kitchen counter, ignoring the throbbing wetness between her thighs and turned to go.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” she told the cat, bending down to give him a quick pet on the head. Buster didn’t even notice—he was too absorbed in the tuna. “You’re welcome,” Jillian told him dryly. “I guess I’ll find my own way out.”

  Outside it was her favorite kind of day—bright and sunny but with just a nip of cold weather in the air. Jillian took a deep breath and told herself that things weren’t so bad. Sabrina had given up the crazy kidnapping idea at least. Plus it was Friday and even though Jillian didn’t have a date or even any plans more exciting than some last-minute Christmas shopping, she was looking forward to the weekend.

  The street outside Sabrina’s apartment was deserted—apparently all of her neighbors had day jobs. Well, it was deserted except for a large black van with tinted windows. Jillian looked at it and shivered. She had a sneaking suspicion that only serial killers drove cars like those because it would be easy to hide a body in the back. The man behind the wheel of the van didn’t exactly strike her as the serial killer type though—maybe more like a professional wrestler or a bouncer. He was huge with thick, copper-brown hair pushed back from a high forehead and a neatly trimmed mustache and goatee a shade or two darker framing his narrow lips. Large hands that looked capable of breaking someone in half rested easily on the wheel in front of him. Jillian couldn’t see his eyes because he was wearing mirrored shades that hid them from view and gave the square planes of his face a menacing look.

  Suddenly she realized she was staring at the man in the van and had been for some time. It was impossible to be sure with the mirrored sunglasses but she thought he was staring right back at her.

  Looking quickly away, Jillian licked her lips nervously. It was time to go. She was halfway down the steps that led to her sister’s apartment, with the keys to her little blue Kia in one hand, when she realized she’d left her purse on Sabrina’s kitchen counter. Damn it! Now she was going to be late for sure. Cursing under her breath, she turned to go back up the stairs. She would have to make up some excuse about the traffic being bad and hope her boss would buy it. It would all depend on his mood. If he—

  Suddenly someone grabbed her from behind.

  Jillian didn’t even have time to scream before a gag was slapped over her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes. Before she knew it, she was handcuffed and strong hands were shoving her into the back of a strange vehicle.

  “Don’t move,” a deep, masculine voice murmured in her ear. “It’s time. Your fantasy has begun.”

  * * * * *

  Kyle felt kind of cheesy, saying that shit about “your fantasy has begun” but Adam had assured him that it was an integral part of the kidnapping process. Not that he would have a hard time playing the dark and mysterious kidnapper with this girl. He’d seen the way she was watching him when she came out of the apartment—her dark eyes were wide, framed by her long almost-black hair and the way she’d looked at him had made him feel like the boogeyman. It was obvious he wouldn’t have to lay it on too thick to make her feel in the moment.

  The gag he’d placed in her mouth kept her from screaming but he could hear her muffled moans as he arranged her in the back of the van. To his surprise and delight, she had turned out to be much more full figured than the picture in the file had shown. Just feeling her lush curves move against his