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  “Easy now, sweetheart,” he murmured against her hair. “You need to loosen up some so you can enjoy this. After all, you paid for it.”

  I did not! Jillian wanted to shout. My stupid sister did! She’s the crazy one, not me. Let me go, I don’t want any part of this! And yet, even as she screamed at him mentally, she couldn’t help noticing that he smelled really nice. He had a scent like fresh wood shavings and clean sweat and under that was a dark, masculine musk that seemed to get inside her head and make it hard to think clearly.

  Stop it, Jillian! she lectured herself angrily. This guy is dragging you off to do who knows what to you and you’re thinking how great he smells. Get hold of yourself! But as good as the advice sounded inside her head, she found it impossible to follow. She wanted to remain rigid in his arms but as he carried her, she found she was relaxing against him despite her best intentions. It wasn’t that she wanted to, she told herself. It was just that it was too hard to keep every muscle in her body stiff in such an awkward position with her arms behind her back.

  “That’s good, sweetheart,” she heard him murmur as she gave up and let herself go limp against him. “Just relax and take it easy. I’m not gonna hurt you. Just going to make you feel good.”

  The dark promise in those words made Jillian stiffen all over again and she was uncomfortably aware that her nipples were hard little pebbles at the tips of her breasts. God, how much of this was she going to have to go through before she could convince her captor that he had the wrong woman? And how much of Sabrina’s sick fantasy would she have to go through first?

  She didn’t have long to wonder about her fate. There was a creaking sound like a door being pushed open and then the hollow sound of footsteps on wooden stairs. So he was taking her downstairs. Downstairs to the dungeon. Under other circumstances the thought might have been laughable. But considering her current predicament, it made Jillian feel like someone had dumped five pounds of ice cubes in her stomach. Despite the fact that she knew they were descending, he didn’t jostle her a bit and Jillian couldn’t help thinking that he was very strong. Then she went back to being scared because they were suddenly off the stairs and he was carrying her into a cool, slightly damp space.

  “Here we are,” he said and Jillian felt him bend down. For a minute she was afraid of falling but he deposited her safely on a firm, slightly giving surface. “Stay there,” he told her in that deep, stern voice. “And don’t try to move either or you’ll roll off the bed.”

  Bed? Jillian kicked wildly and bent her neck, trying to nudge the blindfold away from her eyes. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She had to see where she was. Had to have at least some idea of what he was going to do to her.

  “Take it easy, sweetheart. You want the blindfold off?”

  Yes, damn it! Take this damn thing off me so I can see what the hell is going on! Jillian nodded eagerly and craned toward the sound of his voice. Maybe if he was willing to take the blindfold off, he’d take the gag out of her mouth too.

  “All right then,” he rumbled. She felt the air move as he leaned over her and she caught another whiff of the fresh woodchips smell. Then the blindfold was gone, as if by magic.

  She blinked at the sudden light even though they were in a very dimly lit space. She wanted to look around and take in her surroundings but her eyes were immediately drawn to the man looming over her. Her initial impression hadn’t been wrong—he really was huge. He was wearing tight black leather pants and a black T-shirt that clung lovingly to the bulge of his biceps and the flat muscular planes of his stomach. At least he had removed his mirrored shades and she could see that his eyes were large and dark and possibly brown, although it was hard to tell in the dim light.

  While Jillian was busy examining her captor, he was taking the opportunity to examine her as well. “Beautiful,” he murmured as his dark brown eyes took her in. “You’re so much prettier than your picture, sweetheart. It’s going to be a real pleasure making your fantasy come true. I can’t wait to spread open your sweet pussy and lick your hot little clit.”

  Jillian blushed at his frank words and shook her head angrily. “Mmmph!” she insisted, hoping he would get the message. “Mmmph, mmmph!”

  “What’s wrong now?” He frowned.

  “Mmmph!” Jillian wanted to scream with frustration. She needed the gag off and she needed it to happen now before any of this went too far! But to her irritation, the tall muscular man just shook his head.

  “I don’t think so, sweetheart—no talking allowed during your ‘nap.” He gave her a slow smile that sent butterflies dancing in her stomach. “Of course, begging is something else but we’ll save that for later. You just stay put for a little while and I’ll go get the next part of your fantasy ready.”

  “Mmmph!” Jillian shook her head wildly in negation but it was too late, he was already gone, disappearing to another part of the dungeon to get whatever kinky fantasy Sabrina had specified ready.

  Looking around, she saw that she was indeed on a king-size bed that had a black satin bedspread and black and red pillows to match. The bed had an ornate wrought iron headboard and there were two black silk scarves tied to either side. Jillian’s stomach turned over at the sight. It was all too easy to imagine herself tied by the wrists with those scarves, helpless to stop her kidnapper from doing anything he wanted to her. Anything at all.

  Then she realized that for the first time that she was completely out of his sight. Her hands were still handcuffed behind her back and the gag was in place but at least he hadn’t tied her feet. She was free to go if she could just sneak past him.

  Slipping and sliding on the slick satin spread, Jillian managed to wriggle off the side of the bed, which was surprisingly high, without making a sound. The moment her feet hit the carpeted floor, she felt better. She would get out of here, wherever here was, and flag down a passing motorist to help get her out of the gag and cuffs. Or wait, she supposed you needed a key for the handcuffs but she thought she remembered reading somewhere that most cuffs fit the same kind of key. So if she could just get someone to take her to the police station maybe a nice officer there could set her free and then she could still make it to work. Of course, she had no idea how she was going to explain her tardiness to her boss at B&B, but at this point having frumpy little Mr. Pedregal pissed at her for being late was the last thing on her mind.

  Walking softly, Jillian made her way through a long dark hallway that was lined with featureless black doors with silver knobs. She listened carefully as she walked past each one but there was no sound from behind any of them. Was she the only prisoner here? Were she and the huge muscular man, whose name she still didn’t know, the only people in the dungeon? The thought creeped her out, making her think of Silence of the Lambs, although to give Mr. Pro Wrestler credit, he hadn’t actually tried to hurt her in any way. He’d just been intent on fulfilling what he thought was her fantasy.

  Despite herself, that last thought gave Jillian a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach. She couldn’t help remembering the way he’d forced her to submit and the warm brush of his fingertips over her inner pussy. If she hadn’t had her nylons and panties on he would have been stroking directly over her clit, just as he’d said he wanted to. And the thought of him doing that, of having him hold her thighs wide and touch her open, vulnerable pussy until she moaned and begged made her knees feel as if they were made of jelly.

  Get hold of yourself, Jillian, she lectured herself sternly, forcing herself to focus. This is an escape, not a trip to fantasyland or sexville or wherever the hell this place is! Up ahead she could see that one of the black doors was open. Could the man who had kidnapped her be in there? If so, she needed to be extra-cautious.

  Placing each foot carefully, Jillian began to edge past the open door. She was barely even breathing when, to her surprise, a puff of lavender-scented steam issued from the faintly lit room. And then she heard a low, tuneful humming, like a man absorbed in a favorite task. Her determinat