Page 1 of My Captive's Heart
ONE
MOLLY
“I wantyou to chase and kidnap me.”
Matt sits up so fast that I fall on my back on the bed with a squeal.
“You want me to what!?” he screeches, horrified.
I roll my eyes, leaning up on my elbows, and fix my boyfriend with a look. “Role-playing, Matt. You’ll be my captor and I’ll be your captive, who you’ll have your way with by doing filthy, debauched, unholy things.”
His brown eyes go wide like saucers as he listens to me describe my darkest fantasy unapologetically.
I arch a brow when his stunned silence goes on for too long.
Blinking, he frowns and leans down to press the back of his hand against my forehead. “Babe, are you down with the flu or something?”
Huffing, I shove him away and drop my head on the pillow. “I’m perfectly healthy.”
“Then have you gone crazy?”
“Wanting to spice up our sex life doesn’t make me crazy, jerk.”
“I didn’t know it was lacking in the first place.”
“Because it’s nonexistent.”
“What do you mean?”
His genuine confusion makes my frustration pour out. Sitting up against the headboard, I meet his gaze, and ask, “Can you remember the last time we fucked, Matt?”
He opens his mouth, then immediately closes it, unable to answer my question.
“See?” I sigh, twisting the sheets on either side of my hips. “Ever since you moved away for your new job, our relationship has fizzled out. I was so excited for your return yesterday, but you were too tired to fuck. That’s not the reaction a girl expects from her boyfriend who she hasn’t seen in months. So, sue me for wanting to bring our spark back.”
Matt and I started out as close friends when I moved to the suburbs of Sun Valley with my mom when I was eighteen. He lived right next door with his dad, Alexander Smith, who’s the town’s handsome, single sheriff.
Having single parents, attending the same community college, and being hardcore fans of the Lakers, it was natural for us to bond and become best friends. Before we knew it, we began dating as well. We’re the cliché of falling for your best friend.
Matt is the definition of the good boy next door with his handsome looks and charming smile that steals hearts left and right. It’s surprising because his dad is the exact opposite, who straight-up knocks the wind out of your lungs.
While they might be as different as day and night in the looks department, they’re both honorable men. Matt is a sweet, affectionate, and supportive boyfriend.
However, ever since he moved away to New York, we’ve become distant. In the beginning, there was the rush of long-distance. We did late-night calls, sexting, and flying on the weekends to meet once a month. Then, real life sneaked in and we became busy.
I’m realizing why people hate long-distance relationships.
Matt stares at me like I’ve grown two heads.
“Couples act out fantasies all the time,” I add.
“What kind of fantasy is wanting to be kidnapped, Molly?” he admonishes. “It sounds more like a one-way trip to trauma. I could never intentionally hurt or scare you.”
That’s another thing.
I hate even to say it in my head, but Matt is unadventurous in bed. Hell, the man won’t even spank me. The most pleasurable pain I’ve received from him is a twist of my nipples or, occasionally, a hickey on my neck.
Sometimes a girl just wants to be spanked hard, have her hair pulled, and fucked into oblivion.
