Holiday Hostage

Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

“ A re you sure it’s safe to go into town?” I ask Eli and Koda as they slide their coats on by the door.

Koda turns and stares at me with a surprised yet still mildly annoyed look in his eyes. I know what he's thinking. Why does she care?

I'm thinking the exact same thing. If something were to happen to the two of them, I would be better off I'm sure. I wouldn't have to worry about someone coming after me if I accidentally slip up and mention their names during a police interview. If something were to happen to them, it would be my chance to escape.

But I can't deny that part of myself worries about what will happen to them. Where is it even coming from?

“You're the only person who saw our faces. We'll be fine,” Eli says, offering me a reassuring smile. I sit on the couch and cross my legs, watching the two of them walk out the front door.

My heart pounds against my ribs at the idea of them pulling into the supermarket and police officers forcing them to the ground with their guns pointed high. They'll have no choice but to comply, and it would only be a matter of time before they trace their vehicle back to this cabin.

But that would be a good thing, wouldn't it? I'd be safe and sound, and I'd be free to return to Grammy's bakery. Only the thought of going back fills me with dread. Opening those doors and turning on the ovens, watching as every cake and muffin I pull out burns or falls apart, makes my skin crawl.

“Wanna play?” Bryce asks, taking a seat on the couch beside me. I wrinkle my eyebrows at him, not understanding what he means exactly. Well, my mind goes somewhere that it probably shouldn't, anyway. But then I see the old, tattered Scrabble box in his hands, and I feel myself blushing.

I nod my head and move to the other side of the coffee table, sitting on my knees in front of Bryce. It's something that he isn't subtle in paying attention to. It only reminds me that neither of us have spoken about what he walked in on earlier this morning. Part of me wants to address it, but another part of me wants to crawl into a hole and die.

“Have you played before? Or is this something you've never done before too?” Bryce asks, smirking at me as he grabs some tiles from the box and sets them on his rack.

“Too?” I ask, a nervous feeling forming in my stomach.

“Thin walls,” he says with a soft laugh.

My face goes hot, and all I can think about is how I want to crawl out of my skin. But the way Bryce looks at me makes me feel strange. He's not looking at me like he's joking or like he thinks the situation is funny. Something in his eyes tells me he's curious about it.

“I've played Scrabble before, and I'll kick your ass,” I say, smirking at him to try to change the subject away from my sexual experiences with Eli.

“I like a challenge,” Bryce says, preparing his tiles in front of him.

We begin the game, sitting down some very common words in the center while we try to work our way to the higher point values off to the side of the board. I'm thankful he brought the game out to play. Even though it feels absurd, I’m worried about what's happening with Eli and Koda while they're gone. The game is a good enough distraction to keep me from stressing out too much.

“I have a good one,” Bryce mutters under his breath, playing some letters on a word I played previously to create the word BONDAGE.

I'm blushing when I see it played, not from the word itself but from the way Bryce stares at me as I read it on the board. I look at him and nod, agreeing that it is a word that can earn points. I don't know what else to say.

I play the word brEAK off the B he has, using the tiles in front of me. Bryce smirks at me, and he grabs two tiles in front of him and sets them down next to the E in the word, spelling EAT.

“You know, princess, I liked what I saw earlier,” Bryce says in a low voice as he stares down at me, his eyes scanning my body while he licks his lips. “Did you like it? Sucking off my friend like that?”

My breath hitches in my throat, and I don't know what to say. I stare at him, watching as his blue eyes beat down on mine and search for the truth on my face. I know what the answer is. Bryce does too.

“I did,” I answer, setting the tiles in my hand down on the board in front of me to spell the word TALE at the end of his. I don't know where this is leading, but all I can focus on is trying to get the attention off me.

“Watching you suck him off turned me on,” Bryce continues, not paying any more attention to the board. He takes a deep breath and leans back on the couch while he stares at me. “It made me think about how bad I want to taste you.”

I freeze, watching him with a mixture of very complicated feelings in my chest. For starters, hearing him talk about how much he wants to taste me makes me throb between the legs. Bryce is incredibly good looking. He looks like he fell from the skies, being hand sculpted by angels above us. I have to remind myself of the situation. I am being held here against my will for the coming holiday season.

But is that really the worst thing? It's not like I have anyone else to be around now that Grammy's dead. Would getting eaten out by this Greek god in front of me really be the worst way to spend the day? I don't think so.

“Has anyone ever tasted you before? Have they been down there, their face between your legs, licking up all of the juices dripping from your pussy?” Bryce asks me, his voice a low growl as he thinks about it. I can see the front of his pants stiffening as his cock begins to grow from the thought of it alone.

“I've never really been with anyone before,” I say meekly, trying to make myself sound confident but feeling so insecure about all of it.

“Mmm...” Bryce moans, licking his lips while he rubs the front of his pants to tease his cock. I can’t help but wonder what he feels like and tastes like. I want nothing more than to climb on top of him and ride him. “I want to be the first to taste that virgin pussy of yours, princess.”

I don't know what comes over me, but after a moment, I stand and slowly approach the couch beside him. He stops me before I can sit next to him and digs his fingers into the waistband of my sweatshirt. He pulls them down, seeing that I'm not wearing underwear anymore, and stares up at me with an eager grin.

“Take the shirt off. I want to see all of you,” he commands, watching as I lift the shirt over my head and toss it to the side. He pulls me close to him, cupping a hand over one of my breasts while he takes the other in his mouth. I close my eyes, and a moan escapes my throat from the pleasure. I never imagined that would feel so good.

His hands run up my thighs and slide between my legs to trace the moistened slit between them. He massages my clit for a minute, only making the wetness more intense.

“Your pussy is so wet for me already, princess.” Bryce grabs my hips and moves me over to the couch, and he lies me down beside him. He spreads my legs, draping one of them over the back of the couch while the other rests on the floor beside him. He stares at my pussy spread out before him and licks his lips. “I’m gonna make my princess feel so good.”

I nod my head at him, biting my lip from the anticipation hard enough I can almost taste blood. Bryce doesn't spare a moment. He sees how wet I am for him and his mouth collides with my throbbing clit and he immediately starts swirling his tongue around it.

“Ahhh!” I cry out from the immediate pleasure wracking my body. “That feels so good...”

Bryce stares up at me, his hand reaching up to squeeze my breast while he continues licking my pussy. He grabs the bud with his lips and sucks gently, swirling his tongue around it with the added pressure. That alone almost sends me over the edge prematurely.

“You like that?” he asks as he pulls away, watching how I writhe against the couch. I nod my head, desperate to feel him between my legs once again.

He does it again, this time more intense than before, which makes my entire body spasm as I orgasm. Bryce does his best to hold me still while he flicks his tongue over my clit and watches me cum right above him.

“You're so fucking sexy,” Bryce says, sitting up on his knees in front of me and unbuttoning his jeans. His cock slips out of them, and I see just how hard he is from tasting me. I immediately sit up, ready to suck him off and return the favor. “Wait a second. I want to fuck your pussy, princess. Let me be your first.”

I look up at him for a moment, debating what to do in my head. I haven't been holding on to my virginity for any particular reason. It's mostly just been due to lack of options. I don't have a lot of time to date outside of the work I do in the bakery. I've definitely taken care of myself when the time came, but I've wanted to be with a man for a long time.

“Will you go slow?” I ask him, feeling the nerves about finally losing my virginity. Bryce nods his head and lays me back down on the couch before climbing on top of me.

Feeling his weight and the warmth of his body pinning me down is comforting. If I was nervous about it before, just glancing in his eyes while he hovers over me is enough to end all of that.

“Are you on birth control?” Bryce asks, his cock hovering right outside of my pussy. I can feel him, eager to slide inside and start fucking me. I want it badly. I want it more than I've ever wanted anything.

“I am,” I lie, eagerly nodding my head while I spread my legs wider for him.

I don't know why I'm doing it. It seems like a foolish thing to withhold from him. I'm not on birth control and never have been. I've never had a need to take the pill every day or go to the doctor and get an extremely painful IUD put in. I always told myself that if I was in a relationship, I would consider it. But I guess I never really had the chance before I was tossed in the car after the robbery.

I just don't want him to stop. I need to feel every inch of him deep inside me.

“Good. I don't know that I could stop myself and pull out of you,” Bryce says, looking down at me with a mischievous look in his eyes. “I want to fill your virgin pussy with my cum, princess. Do you want that?”

I nod my head while I wrap a leg around his waist, beckoning him to move forward. He takes the hint and slides inside me.

I gasp, and my eyes shoot wide open as he fills me. He moves slowly, allowing me to adjust to him before pushing any deeper. When he's all the way in, he stays there for a moment, staring down at me to make sure I'm alright. It hurts at first. There's some tension and pressure while my body adjusts to him being inside me.

But when that pain passes, all I feel is incredible pleasure. I nod my head and tell him to continue, letting him thrust in and out of me while he feels my juices wrapping around his cock.

“You're so fucking tight, princess,” he groans, shoving his cock as deep as it can go and lingering there while my pussy clenches around him. “You’re my little whore, now. I’m going to stuff you with my cock until you’re begging me to let you come.”

He rocks his hips against mine, pulling his cock in and out faster and faster, slowing down every time it seems like I’m about to fall over the ledge. I can feel him getting even harder inside me, slowing down every time it seems like he's about to come.

“Please... please,” I beg him as I get close to orgasming, and he slows his movements once again. “I need it.”

“What do you need, princess?” he asks, thrusting deep inside me so I can feel every single inch of his rock-hard cock.

“I need you...” I moan, not knowing exactly what he wants me to say.

“You want my cum in your tight, virgin pussy?” he asks, slamming into me again.

“Yes!” I cry out, teetering on the cusp of an explosive orgasm.

“Yes, what?” he asks, holding back long enough to force me to say what he wants.

“I want your cum, Bryce,” I cry out, desperate to feel him twitching inside me as he bursts and fills me with his load.

As soon as he hears it, he thrusts several times, completely stuffing me with his throbbing cock while filling me with his cum. I scream, my entire body spasming and twitching below him while he continues thrusting in and out of my pussy.

When we're done, Bryce lies back on the couch and pulls me over to lie on top of him. Both of us are panting heavily and trying to catch our breath. I've never felt so incredible in my entire life. Every cell in my body is alive and begging for more.

I realize I lied to him about being on birth control. I feel bad about it, and I almost want to tell him the truth right here and now so we can deal with the situation. But I don't want to ruin the moment. I don't know how he’ll react, and honestly I'm kind of afraid.

If I can lie about something like this, what else can I lie about?

I look down at him, feeling like I'm a completely different person than I was before. Yesterday, I was just a girl begging at the bank for a loan to save her business. Now, I don't entirely know who I am. But I do know there's no going back.