Accidental Abduction (Masked Men of Sage Springs #1)

Chapter Ten

Charley

My sexual history wasn’t exactly vanilla, dipping into the kinkier side of life when I dated the occasional dominant man. It’d been thrilling to consent to giving over control, so seeing this side of Hudson had me feeling almost feral.

He was clearly taking the reins on things, only briefly letting me tease him before he took back the dominant position. I had no idea he was like this. If I’d known, my determination to push down my attraction to him would have crumbled a long time ago. The last time he’d been single, I’d still been in college.

If I’d initiated things back then, would he have even given me the time of day? Would I have been ready to embrace this side of him?

“You liked having my cock in your mouth, didn’t you?” The rough plastic of his mask scraped against my neck, and I shuddered against him, overwhelmed by his much larger body.

His sweatshirt was warm, the long sleeves now protecting my palms from the rough bark of the tree, but it didn’t protect me from the rough skin on his fingertips rasping across my stomach.

“I bet your panties are soaked. I can’t wait to feel you dripping all over me when you come, your tight pussy milking my fingers like I know it wants to milk my cock,” he murmured, roughly pressing his hand into the denim of my shorts, forcing my zipper into my bare skin. Instinctively, I rocked my hips forward into the friction and gasped as the rough denim grazed my clit. To say I was turned on was probably putting it lightly, but this was his show, and I was just along for the ride .

The heel of his palm rocked into my movements, more whimpers escaping my mouth. He seemed to feed on the sounds I was making, grinding his hips into me from behind.

“These noises are driving me crazy. I’ve never heard you this desperate before. Are you ready for me to make you come?”

“Yes,” I gasped, leaning back tightly against him as he unbuttoned my shorts with one hand, slowly drawing the zipper down.

His hand disappeared beneath the material, and he paused as his fingers traced my skin. “You’re fucking bare,” he growled, his rough fingertips slipping effortlessly against my wet flesh. My pussy throbbed against him, already so overstimulated it wouldn’t take much to set me off. “You knew this would drive me nuts, didn’t you?”

I didn’t. Since I obviously had no way to anticipate tonight’s events. Although, he may have been a fleeting thought as I lay with my eyes clenched shut, trying to picture my happy place while my waxer worked her magic.

My body hummed as his fingers played in the only tiny strip of neatly trimmed hair left. “You’ve never waxed for me before. I want to feel you like this all the time. Once I get you to where we’re going later, I’m going to bury my face in this soft cunt and never come up for air.”

“Oh God,” I whimpered, trying to stay in character as his fingers slipped lower, tracing the bare skin between my thighs before slowly pushing inside, not stopping until he reached the place that had me squirming and moaning in his arms. “Fuck. Right there. Don’t stop.”

“Don’t plan to,” he rasped, twisting and turning his fingertips while he fucked me with his hand. His motions were almost desperate, harsh pants echoing through the mask he was still wearing and fanning across the skin of my neck. “Want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”

“So good,” I murmured, clenching my eyes closed as I felt the approaching orgasm bearing down on me .

“Fuck. I wish I could see you better. This fucking mask is keeping me from kissing you the way I want to. I want to feel your skin against my teeth. Scrape them down your throat. Bite your perky nipples until they’re red. Watch your face while I devour this pussy.”

“Oh, shit. I’m gonna come,” I whimpered, and he pulled me back roughly, shoving his fingers deep and curling them until I saw stars, my legs almost giving out with the force of the climax that rushed through my body.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck my hand, draw it out.”

Squirming against him, I thrust my hips, fighting against the onslaught—completely overstimulated—but he wasn’t going to let me go. And I didn’t want him to.

“Breathe. Just breathe. Can you feel another building? I don’t think you’re done yet,” he coaxed, chuckling darkly as I tried to break free of his hold. The insistent thrust of his fingers was overstimulating, but I was so wet I’d already soaked his hand. “I can feel it. I can feel you desperate to come again. Should I let you finish?”

“Yes— fuck ,” I broke off in a gasp as I jackknifed forward, my cheek scratching against the bark of the tree while I violently came, my entire body shaking.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, slowing his movements and slowly drawing his wet fingers out of my shorts, trailing them under the hem of my tight crop top. “And the next time you come for me; I’m going to have my mouth all over these. I bet you’d like me to fuck them. Wouldn’t you?”

I nodded, panting as stars flashed across my field of vision. Hudson had made me come faster and harder than any other guy that I had ever been with. And we hadn’t even had sex yet. Was I going to pass out when he fucked me? The thought was thoroughly appealing.

“Wouldn’t you?” he growled, his fingers delving beneath the lace cups of my bra and pinching my nipple roughly.

“Yes. ”

“And I bet you’d like it if I couldn’t control myself. If it was so good that I couldn’t hold back and covered you in my release. I’m looking forward to seeing this pale skin splattered in my cum. You’d look so depraved and pretty and hungry for me to fuck you.”

I had no idea where he was coming up with this stuff, because his mouth was utterly filthy. How could she ever walk away from him when he was capable of something like this?

Fuck.

My heart raced as a fleeting thought took hold of me.

What if he thought he was with her right now? What if Hudson thought I was Viv?

Part of me was a little disgusted at the thought I could ever be mistaken for her. But it was dark inside the bar tonight. And on a normal day we eerily resembled each other. Almost identical height, same color hair—even though I took up dying mine every color of the rainbow when he started dating her—we even sounded alike. The only real difference was that my eyes were hazel and hers were an almost translucent blue.

Reid had commented to me more than once that it was a little freaky that we looked nearly identical but were polar opposites. I’d always thought that was why Hudson would never be interested in me.

My personality wasn’t what he was looking for. I wasn’t his type. Maybe I still wasn’t.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, stroking his thumb along the edge of my breast, making me shudder against him.

“I’m fine,” I whispered. But I wasn’t fine.

Should I stop this? Should I take off this mask and turn around? See if he still wanted to take this further knowing for certain it was me?

“No, you’re not,” he murmured, nuzzling my cheek. “You’re cold. Do you want me to stop?”

I shook my head, leaning back against him, sniffling. “Keep going. ”

He nodded, holding me tighter before his voice dropped back into character.

“Such a good fucking girl. Coming all over me. I think you enjoyed that. Letting a stranger fuck your sweet pussy with his hand after you sucked his dick. So deliciously naughty. Tell me how naughty you are…” He pulled his hand out of my shirt, wrapping his fingers around my throat. It wasn’t cutting off my air, but I liked the possessive press of his fingers against my jaw. “Now.”

“I’m…” I moaned as he pressed his hips against me, already hard again. I gasped, closing my eyes as I leaned back into his tight hold. “Naughty…”

Grunting, his arms tightened almost painfully around me, my jaw aching as he gripped me. “Yes, you fucking are. So bad. But now I’ve had a taste of you, and I don’t plan on letting you go.”

Before I could react, Hudson released me, stepping back slightly before he grasped my wrists, bringing them in front of my waist. “Hold still and I’ll try not to hurt you.”

The loud rip sound of a zip tie tightening startled me, and he let out a deep chuckle that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand.

“The way I see it, you have two options. You come with me nicely and be my little angel.” His voice was low and firm, almost mocking as he said the words nicely and angel .

“Or I give you a head start to see if you can get away from me. But if I catch you, you’re my naughty little devil for the night. Maybe even longer than that.”

I already knew which one I was planning to choose. While being a pillow princess may have been his toxic ex’s personality, it sure as hell wasn’t fucking mine. Adrenaline flooded my system again, and the drowsiness of the orgasms he’d expertly rung out of me with his long, talented fingers faded into the periphery.

“So which one is it, are you naughty or nice? Because your choice will determine what else I put you through once I get you alone.” And I couldn’t fucking wait. If this was just a preview of what the rest of the night held, I was eager to get somewhere more private. Not that the thought of him fucking me for real against the rough bark of a nearby tree didn’t have its appeal, but I wanted to see all of him. And I wanted him to see all of me .

“Which one do you want?” I asked, my disguised voice stronger than I thought it’d be.

“I’m good with either. Both ways the end is going to be the same. I get inside this pussy and make you come until you can’t handle it anymore. Then I’m going to fuck you hard until I fill you with my cum.”

I didn’t even hesitate to answer after that filthy promise. “Naughty…”

“That’a girl. So, for the rest of the night, the more you fight me, the more you get punished.”

And I was all for punishment.

“And I’m going to enjoy punishing you.”

Me too. Because he didn’t know that I loved to be spanked. But he’d find out soon enough.