Welcome back to Dungeon Crawl, Romancing the Kink's weekly blog hop. Today I'm sharing a piece from Taken by the Beast, my first paranormal erotic romance. Just some quick background, Elijah has kidnapped Kayla and she has just tried to escape - again.
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Elijah retrieved the rope from the
duffel bag and unraveled it, measured something out while she watched. “Take off your clothes,” he said.
Kayla stared at him. That was too
far. “No,” she said, scooting around the bed. “We don’t need to do that. You
can just spank me like the other night. That’s ok. You can just do that.”
He came toward her while she
tried to make sense of her words.
“If you don’t take them off, I’m
going to do it for you and I’m pretty sure you won’t appreciate that.”
“Are you going to spank me?” she
asked, her voice breaking.
“Most definitely. I’m just dying
for a shower though, so I thought we’d start with something else. Now last
time, clothes off. It will go easier if you cooperate.”
“Easier for you!”
“Enough! Make your decision or I’ll
make it for you.”
She unzipped the hoodie, feeling
clumsy. He kept his eyes on her while she stripped it off, then pulled her tank
top over her head, and quickly cupped her naked breasts. She hadn’t been
wearing a bra when he’d taken her and she felt his gaze burning into her, could
sense his desire. She turned away a little and pulled her pants down and off.
She folded everything and made a neat pile on the bed.
“Underwear too,” he said when
she turned to face him, her hands still shielding her breasts from his eyes.
She shook her head, her body’s
reaction to his words different than it should be. Traitor!
“Keep them on then, Kayla,” he
said.
That was too easy; she hadn’t
expected that.
“Do you need to use the
bathroom?” he asked.
She nodded.
He gestured for her to go ahead
and she did.
“No, door stays open,” he said
when she was about to close it.
He’d heard her pee before, but
those times he’d turned his back. Now he stood openly watching her.
She lowered her panties and sat
down, concentrating on the pattern of the tile floor. She finished, flushed,
and washed her hands, then waited for his next command, suddenly unsure which
part of the punishment she was more worried about.
“Come here,” he said.
She obeyed.
“Hold out your hands, palms
together.”
She did and watched while he
worked the loop of the rope around and between her wrists, leaving some slack,
but securing it so she couldn’t get free. She couldn’t figure out what he was
going to do with it; he hadn’t cut it, so the length was quite long.
Once it was secure, he tugged
her along toward a spot between the bed and the desk. He looped the rope
through a hook that hung from the ceiling. Likely for a plant or something, she
imagined, wondering why she cared. From there, he pulled it until her arms were
raised overhead and kept pulling so she had to stand on tiptoe. At that point,
he looped the rope through the hook again, giving her no slack, and secured the
other end of it. He then retrieved the gag he’d used last night.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
“I won’t scream.”
“I think you’ll understand when
I say I don’t trust you.”
She pressed her lips tighter.
“I can use duct tape too, but
this won’t hurt as much when I take it off.”
She glared at him, but opened
her mouth and didn’t struggle as he secured it in place.
He walked behind her. “One more
thing,” he said, taking her panties down to mid-thigh. “When I tell you to
strip naked, you strip naked.”
She made a sound of protest.
“Feels even more exposed, doesn’t
it?” he asked, coming around to meet her eyes, which filled with tears.
“If you drop them, you’ll get
additional strokes added to your spanking,” he said. He then leaned against the
wall, folded his arms across his chest and waited, his eyes never leaving hers.
She wondered what he was going
to do. This was uncomfortable and humiliating, but no more than that. At least
not at first.
