The Abduction of Kelsey by Claire Thompson Read Free Book Online Page B

move,” James commanded, giving her a stern glare.
    Keeping his eye on her, he moved quickly toward the work area. He opened the tool cabinet and rummaged until he found a neatly coiled hank of clothesline rope. Reaching for his work scissors, he returned quickly to Kelsey, who looked incredibly hot lying naked on his weight bench.
    Sitting on the seat of the rowing machine, James rested the gun carefully in the water bottle holder. Kelsey was watching him with those lovely big green eyes as he cut several long pieces of rope. He stood and moved toward her.
    “Please, James,” she begged, hugging herself tighter. “Don’t do this—”
    “Kelsey,” James interrupted firmly. “I said don’t say a word, remember?” Bending down, he pressed two fingers over her pretty lips. “Don’t make me hurt you.”
    She whimpered, tears springing to her eyes, but she gave a slight nod. Satisfied, James removed his hand. “Good. Now, I want you to reach up and grab the weight bar. Grip it nice and tight.”
    For several seconds Kelsey didn’t move, her arms still clasped tightly over her breasts. Frowning, James reached for the gun. With a cry, Kelsey let go of her body and lifted her arms. She gripped the bar with shaking hands.
    James wound and knotted the rope around her wrists, lashing her securely to the bar. He stepped back to admire his work. Christ, she was gorgeous! His eyes never leaving her, he pulled off his clothing and kicked it away. Kelsey was watching him, and he puffed out his chest and flexed his pecs and biceps. Surely she couldn’t help but admire his muscles, which were well-defined and bulging, thanks to hours spent every week on this very equipment. Since Kelsey had joined the bank, he’d worked out extra hard every night while he bided his time for the exact correct moment to ask her out. Who would have dreamed he’d have her bound and naked in his basement, waiting for him to fuck her?
    Unable to help herself, Kelsey’s gaze traveled down to his cock, which was fully erect and bobbing toward her. She closed her eyes and turned her head away, but not before he saw the coldness in her face. This silent but blatant rejection wounded him to the core, and in spite of his promise to himself to go slow this time, rage spurred him into action.
    “Bitch,” he whispered furiously. He straddled her thighs, pinning her legs beneath him as he stroked his hard cock. He rubbed himself with his right hand and reached for her cunt with his left, pushing a finger inside her.
    She wasn’t wet. No matter. Pulling away his hand, he spit on his fingers and pushed inside her again, ignoring her squeal as he lubed her up. He made a mental note to bring some lubricant down to the basement for when he wanted to fuck her down here in the future. He would keep lube in every room until he taught her to love him. Then she wouldn’t need any lube. She would be naturally wet.
    He positioned himself between her legs and pressed the head of his throbbing cock against the entrance of her cunt. “God,” he groaned. “I want you so fucking bad, Kelsey. So fucking bad.”
    As he pressed into her, she began to whimper.
    “Damn it,” he roared. “Don’t cry!” Not that her crying would have stopped him. He couldn’t have stopped if he tried. He was beyond caring about anything as her hot, tight, perfect cunt gripped his shaft, sucking him deep inside.
    He leaned forward, gripping the bar on either side of her bound wrists for balance as he pummeled her cunt. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust and he let go of the bar with one hand so he could squeeze one perfect breast. He kneaded the flesh as he fucked her and then tugged at the nipple, twisting it until she squealed.
    Christ. This was better than any fantasy. It felt so fucking good. So perfect. So right! There would be time later to make slow, extended, delicious love to his girl, but right now, in this moment, all he wanted to do was come. With a final slam, he released