Kidnapped

Chapter Six - Split Decisions.

As the laughter finally fades, I shift again, trying to wiggle into some kind of comfortable position, but with my ankles still bound and the cuffs digging into my wrists, it's hopeless. Every time I move, it only makes the restraints feel tighter.

"Soo, um..." I start to speak, but before I can get more than two words out, he suddenly whips around, dramatically reaching for the gag on the floor. Both hands leave the wheel as he pretends to shove it back into my mouth.

I let out a shriek of surprise, playfully thrashing in my restraints. "No! No!" I giggle, twisting away as much as I can. He tosses the gag back onto the floor with a smirk, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Just kidding," he says, clearly enjoying himself as he turns back to the road. My heart is racing, adrenaline zipping through me, leaving an excited little shiver in its wake.

"What were you saying?" he asks with a playful smirk, clearly knowing he's rattled me a bit.

I hesitate, trying to gather myself before I speak again. "I was just wondering if maybe I could, you know... get out of these... these ol' cuffs..." I say, using a cute little accent to soften the request.

He glances back at me with a curious grin, tilting his head slightly. "Those lil' cuffs, huh?" His tone is teasing, light. "Yeah, probably not."

"Hmph," I protest, pouting. "You ever been tied up before?" I ask, trying to make a point. "I'm going crazy back here... Can't I at least stretch out for a bit? I promise you can throw me in the trunk if I misbehave." The words slip out before I even fully register what I'm saying.

He lets out a short, surprised laugh. "The trunk, huh? Not a bad idea," he says thoughtfully, glancing at me as if he's seriously considering it.

Before he can think too long on it, I bat my eyes dramatically, layering on the charm. "Pretty please?" I say, my voice as sweet as I can make it.

He grunts, clearly amused. "Well... you are pretty cute," he mutters, almost reluctantly.

My heart flutters-damn it.

"Fine," he sighs. "I guess I could let you try on one of your new outfits." His tone is reluctant, but there's a grin tugging at his lips.

I smile to myself, pleased with the victory, but of course, he's in no rush. He drives for another 20 minutes, teasing me with each passing mile, before finally pulling off the highway and onto some desolate forest service road. It feels like we're in the middle of nowhere-just trees, dirt, and isolation. Perfect.

He stops, making sure we're completely out of sight before he shuts off the engine and reaches over to the bags, casually sorting through them. "I didn't know your sizes," he says, glancing down at me with a playful smirk. "Hopefully something fits."

He hops out of his seat and walks around to my door. I roll onto my back as best I can, still bound and awkward, waiting. When he opens the door, he looks down at me, a grin spreading across his face as I look up at him, probably looking pathetic.

"God damn," he mutters under his breath, crouching down by my head. His hands slide through my hair, gently cupping my cheeks from an upside-down angle, his touch surprisingly tender. My face heats up, a blush rising to my cheeks as he lingers, and for a brief moment, I think he's going to kiss me...

But then he doesn't. He just... doesn't. My heart sinks a little, though I don't let it show.

Instead, he slips his hands under my armpits and hoists me halfway out of the car, flipping me up with ridiculous ease. I let out a squeal as my stomach flips from the motion, and he laughs, slapping my ass sharply. The sting radiates through me, and my arms dangle behind me, awkward and painful.