A Series of Erotic Events

Nursing The Madman

A woman is kidnapped and forced into a kink-specific servitude. (Might be continued.)

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I groaned and blinked against the harsh light. Dappled patterns fluttered over the covered skylight above, giving my eyes some mercy to adjust. When had the sun come up? How long was I out? Wincing from the ache of stiff muscles, I rolled to my side.
What the hell?
This wasn't my bed. Not even my room. Wooden walls rose all around, accents of beige and crimson offering a romantically rustic aura. The bed was small with four wooden posts, facing a small window on the opposite wall.
How the hell had I gotten here? Heart in my throat, I eased off the mattress and tiptoed to the door. No sounds from the other side. I eased it open.
And shrieked!
A tall man stood staring at me while blocking the exit. I jumped back and slammed the door shut, mind racing. Who was he?! What was he doing here? Where was this place? Had I been kidnapped? Taking a deep breath, I opened the door again.
The man smirked.
"I thought you would never wake."
My grip on the door tightened.
"Where am I? What happened? Who are you?"
He laughed.
"So many questions for one so beautiful. Why not invite me in and have your answers?"
"I'm not stupid," I instinctively closed the door until an inch separated the space between us. He smirked again.
"No, you're not. But if you wish to know these things, it would be wise to let me in."
After a moment's hesitation, I unblocked the threshold and took a giant step back. The man smiled as he swept into the room, settling at the edge of the bed and staring.
"You're here because I need a favor."
"What?"
"For the past three years women have been avoiding me like the plague. I haven't felt a soft touch in as much time. Nobody wants a man who might be dead by the time he.. finishes."
What the hell?
"Do-do you have cancer?"
"In a way. I'm cursed with a disease of the heart. Any sudden excitement can render me lifeless upon the bedroom floor. I haven't known any for a long time."
His green eyes glittered.
"Then I saw you."
My blood ran cold. Was this some kind of crazy stalker? I sidled toward the closed door.
"Look. I've never seen you before in my life. Surely I'd remember."
Yes. I'd remember those dancing emerald eyes. That wispy brown hair, the smooth lips and chiseled jawline. He grinned coyly and stood. I hurriedly moved aside as he started to pace.
"You were standing in the hospital beside a patient half-dead with the virus. One hand placed lovingly upon his forehead, the other gripping his hand."
I stiffened suspiciously.
"I'm a nurse. That's what I do."
"You were so bold, so unafraid of catching his illness and I immediately thought, this is the kind of woman who wouldn't fear being with me."
I stared at him incredulously. Had he really been stalking me at my workplace? How had he even slipped past security? He finally turned with that dazzling smile.
"I knew I had to have you."
"So you kidnapped me?!" I choked out. The nerve!
"Well, if you put it that way, yes, I suppose I did."
He spread his hands.
"How do you like it here?"
I spluttered, the air hitching painfully in my lungs. He watched me struggle for breath, never removing that demented grin. What the hell was wrong with this man?
"How-? You kidnap me, then ask how I like it?! You're insane! I'm getting out of this place."
"Sorry, not a chance of that happening, I'm afraid. See, I tried to hire every nurse that money could offer. Each one was cold and distant, not warm and caring like you."
I wiped my mouth with the back of my sleeve and responded icily,
"You don't even know me."
"Ah, but I do. I've been following your profession for the better of six months. You are the one for me."
"You sound like you're rich. Go pay for a different nurse."
"I don't want another nurse. I want you.
"Now. You can settle in nicely like a normal live-in, or you can stand there and grieve and make yourself miserable. Choose wisely."
Trembling with anger, I watched as he exited the room and closed the door behind him. My five year career down the drain. All because some lunatic thought an imaginary plague was keeping women from bedding him. What was his real ailment? Was he a hypochondriac? A serial killer?
A quick sweep of the room didn't betray any signs of sadistic behavior. No blood stains on the furniture. No chains or knives hidden in the drawers. The most dangerous thing I found was an old fashioned horse whip, but the leather was worn and frayed. It wouldn't have hurt a kitten.
The bed was cleanly made, the books on the shelf neat and organized alphabetically. A lamp sat on the wooden dresser, no other electronics in sight. It appeared to be an unassuming man's sleeping quarters. Though I was unnerved after finding an insane amount of ties hanging neatly in the closet. One of them seemed to have a dark stain.. I'd whipped the door shut without entertaining that thought.
I was stuck here without my clothes, my wallet, or my personal belongings. If he'd grabbed me from work, I'd still be in scrubs and at least have my purse. But my clothes were casual and comfy, like I'd been chilling during a day off. Wracking my brain failed to conjure up any sort of memories of the happening. It's like I'd been knocked out cold and transported through a portal.
The window opened up to a nicely manicured lawn bordered by shrubs. They were backed by forest, stretching as far as the eye could see, with no end in sight. His property must be aligned with a national park or something. Perhaps a private piece of land. Even more unnerving. I couldn't hear any distant roar of cars. No birds. Just.. silence.
Hadn't had a woman's touch in three years. Exactly what did he plan to do with me? I didn't have long to find out. Not an hour passed before the door opened and in he walked carrying a long garment bag. Smiling, he held it up.
"Picked this up for your stay. You'll be needing a proper uniform. I tried to guess the size and I think you'll find it very comfortable. Please."
Hesitantly, I took the bag and he retreated, giving me privacy to put it on. Skeptically, I unzipped the bag, laid it on the bed, and could not stop staring. It was a lingerie set. A nurse's outfit. Zipper-down blazer that ended at the thighs, garter belt, stockings. There was even a tube of red lipstick and an old-school nurse's hat. Tall, modest heels completed the outfit.
What the actual hell.
I wrenched open the door and stormed down the hall, ready to defend my dignity. He was relaxing in a LazyBoy and didn't seem at all disturbed. Snarling, I thrust the outfit in his face.
"You expect me to dress up for you? Are you mad?!"
His surprised expression was laced with humor.
"Not quite. Maybe a little."
I growled.
"This is fucking insane. You can't kidnap me and expect me to prance around like your fucking whore. Release me, or I'll have no choice but to scream until someone hears."
He regarded me coolly, which only kindled my irritation. Resting his hands on his lap, he gestured toward the large picture window overlooking the drive.
"Go right ahead. Though I warn you, your throat will be rubbed red and raw before so much as a soul will hear your cries. Go ahead! I'm sure the wolves will take heed and whisk you into their den."
I stared at him, taken aback. He smirked.
"Would you really wish to be voiceless during your first day on the job?"
Part of him appeared to enjoy the idea and I glared. We stared at each other for what felt like hours before I realized he meant what he'd said. It didn't seem like he had any neighbors and the forest would absorb my screams. Humphing, I spun on my heel back toward the room. Toward my prison. Toward that cursed outfit.
If he wanted a fight, then he'd get one. My thoughts took a sadistic turn as I pulled on the heels.. the long, sharp peg glinting up at me. Tempting. But what good would it do in the middle of nowhere? Where would I run? There was no car out front and he probably had it stashed away out of sight. My god. What had I gotten myself into.
His green eyes darkened hungrily as I strode stiffly into the living room. I hoped my red, curled sneer better resembled spilled blood than a friendly smile.
"Ahhh," he sighed and leaned back for a better look. "My nurse is here."
"I'm not your fucking nurse. It's under protest."
"Noted."
He didn't seem to hear as his gaze ravished my body and I suddenly felt very hot. Sweat broke out on my forehead and I forced myself from swiping at it. No. He will not get the satisfaction of seeing my discomfort. I was doing my duty, that is all. No reason to get upset.
He moaned deep in his throat and the hairs at my neck stood on end. What was he, some kind of animal? Standing to his full height, he towered over my smaller stature, eyes hooded and burning with a dark intensity that made me want to run. I didn't dare move. He'd probably grab me and go straight for the kill. No; best not to provoke a predator.
"Now," he breathed lustily, "I can have what I deserve. I can have a life again. You have given me life. And I am grateful."
"What-" he cut me off with the swiftness of a cat, grabbing my waist and mashing his mouth to mine. I gave a muffled yelp, pushing against him with no luck. His lips were hot and full, mouthing mine like his life depended on it. Large hands roamed over my sides and hips, making me squirm against his hot touch. The thin fabric did nothing to shield him from my skin.
The heat of his mouth and rhythm of his wandering hands built a circle of warmth in my stomach, only to settle alarmingly low. Squirming and gasping for breath, I brought my hands to his chest and shoved hard, prying us apart. The warmth of his body vanished, a cold waft of air taking its place and quenching the heat at my core.
I gulped in breaths. Stared at him in stunned silence. Had-had he really just kissed me?! Forcing away the last shred of pleasure, I rolled my shoulders and fixed him with my most piercing glare. I hated how I still stuttered, though.
"A-as your nurse, I cannot t-tolerate any sort of unprofessional conduct."
He simply stared, so I pressed on, feeling bold.
"You will treat me as your superior and your caretaker. Not some loose maid at a bar hotel. Is that clear?"
After a moment, the corner of his lip twitched.
"Perfectly clear."
"And as your superior," I continued, "I will address you by your name."
"Nate."
He rubbed the back of his neck distractedly, flashing those luminous eyes.
"Nate King."
My voice faltered under that god-like expression—so powerful, so charming—but I pressed forward.
"Alright, Mr. King. Don't expect me to treat you like one and everything will be just peachy."
He was wearing that hot-ass smirk again. I couldn't breathe.
"Agreed."
     The first task of my new job was to oversee his comforts and dinner. I chopped a variety of vegetables and pork for a stir-fry, the sizzling of the juices popping slightly from the dash of spices. There was the absurd task of keeping his pillows fluffed and the snacks coming as he propped himself in front of the flatscreen.
     I'd been ordered to stand beside his chair while he watched the barbaric stunts of the sportsmen, occasionally raking his gaze over my outfit. Particularly the zipper glinting against my modest cleavage. I was never a very sexy woman, but in this costume, with his undivided attention, I felt like Stripper of the Month.
     "Nurse, grab my bowl?"
     Growling under my breath, I leaned down to retrieve the item and yelped as something swatted hard against my butt. I jerked upright and glared at him.
     "Sorry," he smiled teasingly. "I couldn't help myself. The view was just too tempting."
     This was going to be a long week.

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