Page 11 of His Captor

Interrogation? Holy shit and yes, please!

I glanced back down the alley to my suitcase, hoping he remembered to go back for it. Ace noticed my gesture.

“I’ve got it,” he said, tone still menacing, but intent slipping out of the scene for a moment.

Under the tape, I grinned again. Already, I liked playing with this alpha.

My heartrate soared when he popped open his trunk and unceremoniously dumped me inside. My eyes went wide as he shifted me around on the thick duvet he’d put down on the bed of the trunk. Once he was satisfied with how I was stuffed into his car, he straightened, grabbing the lid.

That’s when I got my first true glimpse of Ace the Abductor in the flesh. He was even hotter than his pics on the app made him out to be. He was easily six-three or more, and built like a typical alpha, thick and strong. He had dark hair with just a tiny shot of silver through his temples, but despite that, he didn’t look that old to me. His profile said he was thirty-two.

I fleetingly wondered if stress was causing him to go grey before he said, “There’s a button about six inches from your face. If it gets to be too much, hit it and we’ll change things up.”

I glanced to where he pointed and saw a large, red button of some sort.

That was all I had time for before he slammed the lid of the trunk on me, leaving me in darkness.

I let out a muffled cry, half to play the scene and half because I was buzzing with so many emotions I had to make some sort of noise. I remembered our first call, when he’d asked me if I was claustrophobic. This had to be what he meant.

Being stuffed in a trunk was the best beginning to a kidnapping fantasy I’d ever had. It was genuinely terrifying, and yet, I trusted Ace.

For a moment, there was silence. Then one of the back doors of the car opened. I heard a shift of fabric against fabric and letout a sigh of relief that he’d gone back for my suitcase. One less thing to worry about.

From there, I heard and felt him get into the car, start the engine, then we were off.

We drove for about half an hour, I think. I didn’t feel the need to push his panic button once as he drove out to wherever his play space was. It took longer than I wanted it to, but I only thought that because the whole thing had me hot and prickly and desperate to be fucked silly. There was definitely something wrong with me that being taped up and thrown in a trunk made me want to spread my legs and offer a strange alpha my ass.

The good news was that Ace apparently swung that way, too. Lucky me.

The car eventually stopped, and Ace got out and came around to open the trunk. I didn’t know what to expect, but I instantly winced as even the little bit of light from the nearly set sun stung my eyes.

“Keep quiet and you might live another five minutes,” Ace said in a low growl.

Not that I had any choice with my mouth and body taped. And I was too busy looking around to see where we were as he hoisted me out of the trunk and over his shoulder.

For a moment, Ace’s incredible scent short-circuited everything in my brain. It was like every delicious, lazy summer afternoon I’d ever spent, complete with the books.

I shook myself and concentrated on my surroundings for a second. I recognized the slightly run-down apartment building Ace was carrying me to from his profile as well. It was the kind of apartment building in the middle of a struggling but respectable neighborhood. It looked like a giant brick with windows. We’d pulled up to the back of the building, so there weren’t any people there to witness Ace carrying me in through a door that squeaked on its hinges.

Ace’s play space apartment was on the third, top floor. I noticed with surprise the elaborate security system attached to the door. Considering the neighborhood, it was a shock that Ace had to type in a code and do a retinal scan to get inside.

As soon as we were in the apartment, I realized the need for the security. The entire place was filled with tech more sophisticated than I could even guess at. There was a desk with two computers, cameras in every corner of the ceiling, and other things that looked like maybe cameras or lasers or something on all of the walls.

At the same time, it was an ordinary apartment with a kitchen, bedroom and bathroom off to one side, and a sofa, chairs, and TV in the living room. Just like the pics on Ace’s profile. But the same as the pics of Ace, seeing everything in person gave me a way different feeling.

“Time to talk,” Ace said, carrying me to one of the chairs and practically dropping me in it.

I made sounds of protest as he pulled me forward and ripped through the tape around my wrists and elbows to free them. I figured I should probably attempt to make a break for it, but as soon as my hands were free, he repositioned my arms, maneuvering them so he had my wrists over the back of the chair.

I gasped through my nose as something harder than the plush cushions suddenly clamped around my wrists, holding me tightly to the chair. I hadn’t seen the metal bands as Ace had carried me to the chair, but I might just not have been paying attention.

A moment later, Ace ripped the tape from around my head, freeing my mouth.

“You can’t do this,” I gasped, playing my role well, my adrenaline spiking. “Let me go! Take me back to the hotel!”

I didn’t quite scream, since I didn’t want any neighbors to hear our game.

Ace ignored my please. “You’re going to tell me what I want to know,” he said, stepping back and crossing his arms as he glared at me.

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