Page 33 of Captive

"Don't cry, darlin'. You're fine." Blake walks to the bathroom and seconds later returns with his hands suspiciously hidden behind his back. His movement toward me is deliberate now. No morehesitation.

"I'm sorry, but boss's orders." The glint of a needle catches my eye. I squirm in my constraints but it's useless. I gave up all chance at defending myself when I allowed myself to be shackled to thewall.

"I don't need any nectar," I sob. "I'll do whatever he wants." I wince as he ties off my upper arm and pushes the needle into my skin. A warm stinging sensation spikes up and down my arm. "Shit, fuck you. You know that, Blake? Fuck you." I try to cut short the sobs, but they shoot out likebullets.

Blake pulls the needle free and stops in front of me. "I'm truly sorry. Trust me, you'll be glad. It's the old song in reverse. Instead of sugar to make the medicine go down. It's medicine to make the sugar godown."

"What the fuck does that even mean, you twit?" I've lost my grip on my naive street girl character, and the real deal, Detective Tennyson, is emerging. I don't know how to stopit.

"You'll learn to love the nectar like the other girls. Soon you'll be begging me for it," he saysdarkly.

Blake leaves my field of vision. I hear him moving around in the bathroom. My heart rate slows some and the warmth that tingled through the vein in my arm starts to spread through my entire body. I'm not dizzy but a heady buzz makes me feel like I could just float off on a cloud. A feeling of security and a lazy serenity replace the terrible fear and anxiety I'd experienced just seconds before. Suddenly, I'm extra aware of how the silky fabric of the teddy feels on my nipples. They grow tighter with each slight movement. My pussy feels naked and exposed in the tiny string panties. All I can think about is having those strings rippedfree.

My eyes close naturally as the drug pulls me into a super relaxed state. My pussy tingles and clenches with hot moisture. I'm instantly drawn into a fantasy that seems far too real. I'm stretched wide on a bed. Maddox walks into the room naked and erect. He kneels down between my legs. I clench my fingers into fists above the leather cuffs as I imagine my hands tangling in Maddox's thick hair. My head drops back. The restraints keep me from falling. Maddox's tongue flicks across my clit and his tongue dives deep inside ofme.

"Oh shit," I cry. "Yes." I suck in a deep breath and open my eyes. Everything but the orgasm was a daydream, best damn daydream I've everhad.

My body is still recovering when Blake returns. He has a slim smile. Even though I'm pissed as hell at him, I prefer his smile to his dark moodface.

"That was fast," Blake quips. "Most girls don't spontaneously come until two or three doses. You must have had an erotic fantasy all lined up and ready to go." His reminder makes me think of Maddox and how much I wish he were here with me right now. My eyes tear up. I'm a fucking emotional and physicalsnowflake.

Blake grabs a tissue from the vanity and blots my eyes. "The emotional roller coaster is one of the less desirable side effects, but you'll learn to control it. Especially once the outside world and all your friends and connections start to fade in thedistance."

I shake my head weakly. "Not everyone will fadeaway."

My mind is splintering in so many directions I wonder how I will keep from revealing myself. How will I stay undercover with Freestone's powerful drug coursing through mybody?

23

Angie

Iwakeup from a lusciously deep sleep but the room is dark. I move to stretch and find that the leather cuff on my right arm is tethered to the post of the bed. I can still feel the pin prick from the syringe. My body is still warm with an aroused flush. I'm hyper aware of my naked skin beneath the flimsy lingerie and the soft down quilt someone, Blake it seems, has thrown over me. The rest of my limbs are free, and as I stretch out my leg, I come in contact with something solid. Someone is sitting on the edge of the bed. I should be startled, but the drug mutes myreaction.

The mattress beneath me shifts as the broad shouldered figure leans over to the nightstand. A warm glow fills the room. Kane's striking features come into focus. He's still dressed but his white shirt hangs open. I catch a glimpse of a muscular chest and rippled abdomen. It's not surprising. The man seems to strive for perfection, and his physique matches thatquest.

My eyes linger on the round smooth pectoral muscle as he reaches for something else in the nightstand. I'm surprised to find myself imagining my tongue trailing across his chest. The thought makes my pussy pulse with an urge to besatisfied.

The black scrolling lines of ink on his forearm draw my gaze away from his bare chest. "Reality is merely an illusion," I read in a near whisper. It is all the voice I can muster in my over relaxedstate.

"Einstein," he says. I'd nearly forgotten how intriguing and smooth his voiceis.

I'm too focused on every physical detail of the man to pay attention to what he's doing. The nectar, as Blake calls it, makes it hard to focus on more than one thing. And that one thing becomes a momentary obsession. The strange striations on his right arm, the deep scars that look planned and purposeful, stay in perfect formation as his forearm muscles move. I fixate on the lines, eight of them, each the same length, as he continues with histask.

"I once knew a girl who cut herself on purpose. Turns out her stepfather was abusing her." My voice sounds unfamiliar, softer and less strident thanusual.

Kane doesn't answer but turns to me. His eyes remind me of the dark blue crystal ornaments my mom used to hang on the Christmas tree. His mouth is full and set firmly. I imagine, briefly, what it might be like to kisshim.

His eyes lock with mine. It seems he's gauging my reaction as his fingers take hold of the quilt. It glides down to my feet. I'm covered only by the see-through lingerie and the teensy pair of panties. But instead of curling up to hide my body, I arch my back to lift my breasts. My thighs fall open, exposing my pussy to the cool air of theroom.

"Are you going to undress?" I hear the question coming from my own lips but have no idea where it came from. It's as if the nectar has let loose a hidden personality, a side of me where inhibitions are a nuisance and only get in theway.

"Tonight is exploration night," hesays.

A sigh ushers from my lips. "Exploration soundsfun."

"Glad you are game. This always goes better with an open mind. How does the nectar make youfeel?"

The question and the answer in my head send more heat through my core. I arch my back again to show him. Every one of my responses is unexpected. I can't stopmyself.

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