Sinful Abduction

Chapter 2: Sun Room Incident

Chapter Two

            It has been a couple of days since I was abducted by Mr. Handsome. He has treated me fairly so far. He hasn’t hurt me at all. I spent the days mostly tied in the bed or being chained to him. He would even take me out on the gardens to get some sun. He only unchains me when I go to the bathroom, where I insisted on complete privacy.

            He was ultra creepy though. He still hasn’t told me his name, and every time I ask he tells me to call him “Hubby”. Of course, I would never call him that. I would always call out to him saying “Mister” or, if I’m pissed off, “Bastard”. He doesn’t seem to be affected by my anger or rudeness. If anything, he seems to be amused by me. He also bought me a lot of clothes (even underwear!!) and toiletries. He has nice taste in clothes, if I may say so myself. All the clothes were feminine and beautiful.

            Today, he decided to settle me in the sun room. He chained one ankle to the coffee table and sat me in one of the comfy sofas. He sat next to me and read a book. It all seems very normal, like a couple lounging together in a quiet Sunday morning. Except, we are not a couple and he kidnapped me.

            I just stared at him while he read the book. I really have nothing else to do. He seemed to notice me staring at him and he turned to me smiling. Really! His smile is so divine. Too bad he’s a bad guy.

            “What is it, darling?” He asked, in his gentle, smooth voice.

            I blinked at him and shook my head vigorously. I tuned my head away and stared into the garden beyond the window. Damn. I shouldn’t let myself be enchanted by this man no matter how hot he is.

            “Darling, is something the matter?” He asked again.

            I just shook my head and continued to stare out the window. I felt his hand caress my hair, and then suddenly he grabbed my shoulder. His sudden grab made me fall back towards him. He then caught my shoulders in one arm and forced my head to lean on chest. I planted the palm of my hand in an attempt to push him away but his arms like chains locking me to him. I tried again but this time he caught one of my wrists in his hands and he held it to his chest.  I was practically imprisoned in his arms. He was too strong for me.

            “Let go of me, you brute!” I said.

            Instead of answering, he just chuckled and kissed the top of my head. I shuddered at his kiss and I struggled feebly. My struggle only seemed to fuel his actions so that the kiss descended from my hair to the tips of my ears. Then he kissed my cheeks and my neck. This should have given me the creeps, however, it was excitement mingled with fear that blossomed in my chest. This was the first time since our first encounter, that he touched me so intimately.

            “Darling, stop being so adorable or I won’t be able to hold myself back from devouring you”, He whispered against my neck. His breathe fanning my delicate skin.

            “I’m not being adorable. I’m trying to get away from you”, I said with annoyance.

            He let out a roaring laugh. ‘You can never get away from me, Darling. And even if you manage to leave this place, I would still hunt you down until I get you back.”

            Fear clawed in my chest. This guy is a major crackpot. He’s like obsessed with me or something. Fighting him is futile and I know it. I would just go with it for now and wait for an opportune moment to escape. I went pliant in his arms and tried to relax.

            Mr. Handsome seemed pleased at my surrender so that he gave me a gentle kiss on the top of my head. He also released my wrist and continued on reading a book.

            “What are you reading?” I asked, hoping to strike a conversation in order to get some information out of him.

            “oh. I’m reading “Fifty shades of Grey.” He said, with a small laugh.

            I gasped. Could it be that he was into BDSM? Does he want to do it with me? Is he a sexual sadist? Morbid thoughts came unbidden into my mind making me whimper in alarm.

            My reaction made him laugh. He let out a rich, from-the-belly laughter that really appealed to me. “I’m just joking, Darling! I’m reading Freakonomics”

            I slapped one palm into his chest in anger, “That was not funny.”

            “Actually, it was. Your reaction was so cute” He held my hand and brought it to his lips. He casually brushed a kiss on the centre of the palm of my hand. “Don’t worry, Darling. I’m not into BDSM. I don’t like hurting women. I’d rather make a woman cry out of pleasure rather than pain.”

            “Well, how do I know? You seem to like tying me up” I said, disdain dripping from my words.

            He caught my chin in his fingers and forced me to turn my face to him. Our eyes met and I saw implacable resolve and desire swirling in its depths. Such raw and naked emotion snaked its way into my heart, making it beat faster.

“Darling, I tie you up because I don’t want you to escape, not because it brings me pleasure”, He said seriously.” Do you understand?”

            I nodded and quickly turned my head away from him. My heart just went into overdrive and I can’t stop it. Damn the man for being so freaking sexy, attractive, and appealing. If I’m not careful I may just fall prey into his charms

            “However, if you wish me to tie you up and enact some of what’s written in that novel, I would willingly oblige.” He said in a hoarse, sexy voice. His voice promised nights of great pleasure and thorough ravishing.

            Man, oh, man! How am I going to save myself from this guy!