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  Opal Carew

  Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to life...

  The Captive continues the Red Hot Fantasies series, following Mr. King (from The Office Slave series) as he and another of his associates bring to life Kalie’s sexual fantasy of being kidnapped and overpowered.

  “Opal Carew sets your senses on fire.”

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  “Opal Carew is truly a goddess of sensuality in her writing.”

  – Dark Angel Reviews

  “This one's so hot, you might need to wear oven mitts while you're reading it!”

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  “Whew! A curl-your-toes, hot and sweaty erotic romance. I didn't put this book down until I read it from cover to cover... I highly recommend this one.”

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  The Captive

  Red Hot Fantasies #4

  Copyright 2016 Opal Carew

  ISBN: 9781927444450

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  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this story are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  First edition: May 2016

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  Opal Carew

  Kalie felt a bit nervous as she walked down the dark street toward her house. Was that the sound of footsteps behind her? She’d been a wreck ever since yesterday, because she knew she was going to be kidnapped any minute now.

  Which was exciting. And nerve-racking. And wildly erotic.

  Because it was a fantasy set up by her best friend, Becca.

  At the bridal shower for their friend Celia, Becca and two other friends had discussed their sexual fantasies. Becca had been hot for the male stripper at the party and after Kalie and the others had encouraged her to do something about it, Becca had embraced the idea and wound up in a sexy threesome with two hot male strippers, and now dated one of them.

  Since then, Becca had arranged to bring each of their sexual fantasies to life as well.

  Kalie’s was to be kidnapped by two sexy men and taken ‘against her will’.

  A shiver raced up her spine as she glanced over her shoulder. She didn’t know when it would happen, but Becca had said it would be sometime soon.

  Becca had given her a safe word to use in case things got too intense, or if she just changed her mind.

  She reached her front door and opened it. Once safely inside, she sighed.

  So it wasn’t happening tonight.

  “I still haven’t been kidnapped,” Kalie complained to Becca when she called the next day.

  She couldn’t believe how much she wanted this. She was the youngest of four sisters and was very reserved. She sometimes felt she got lost in the crowd. Becca and her other friends—Sylvia, Jan and Celia—had helped bring her out of her shell. And that conversation at the shower had opened her to the idea of really embracing her sexual desires.

  And this fantasy... the thought of being kidnapped and overpowered by two men... of being the full focus of their attention and desires, turned her on immensely. And the idea of being forced into submission... of being that vulnerable… Of having no control…

  She trembled at the thought.

  She also knew it only worked for her because she could trust the two men that Becca would hand pick. Becca would ensure Kalie was safe. Thus, she could totally let go and allow herself to give in to her deepest desire.

  “Well, hey, if you knew when it was going to happen,” Becca said, “then it wouldn’t have the same impact, right?”

  “Yeah, I get it. I want the whole experience.”

  Becca could get away with stretching out the timing of this arranged kidnapping because Kalie’s only work right now was helping Becca with her event planning business. That meant that if Kalie suddenly disappeared, she wouldn’t have a boss and coworkers wondering what happened to her.

  “So the reason I called,” Becca said, “is because I need a little help at a bachelorette party tonight. It’s for a friend of mine from college so I’m attending, too, and I was just going to handle it myself, but it’s a bit more work than I thought.”

  “Of course. What time?” Kalie was glad for the work, but at the same time disappointed because this meant another night would pass before she could start her fantasy.

  Becca gave her the time and place.

  “I suggest you wear that new black dress you bought last week. Even though you’re helping organize, I’d like you to blend in with the partiers.”

  “Okay, sure.”

  “And one more favor. I ordered a gift for her and it just arrived today. I’m running around trying to make sure everything’s set for tonight, so could you pick it up for me and bring it to the party. I arranged for the store to gift wrap it.”

  “Sure. Whatever you need.”

  “Thanks, hon. You’re a doll. And don’t worry. You’ll get your fantasy soon. I promise.”

  Kalie stepped into the restaurant where Becca told her the bachelorette party was and glanced around. A tall redheaded woman wearing a black skirt and white shirt greeted her.

  “Good evening. Do you have a reservation?”

  “No, I’m actually here for a bachelorette party. My name’s Kalie Terron. I’m helping Becca, the organizer.”

  “Oh, of course. Just wait here a minute and I’ll get someone to take you to the private room.”

  A few seconds later, a smiling man in a suit approached her. He was very good-looking. Tall, broad shouldered, his light brown, wavy hair swept back from his rugged face.

  “You’re here for the bachelorette party?”

  “Yes, thank you.”

  “I’ll show you to the room.”

  She followed him through a door and down a stairway. The place was dark wood and felt very old and had a lot of character. Once at the bottom, he gestured for her to precede him down a hallway past one doorway to a room with a boisterous party going on, then continuing to the end of the hall.

  “Turn right at the end,” he instructed.

  When she reached the end the only option was to turn right as he’d said, so she started down the new hallway. But all she could see was a doorway out of the building.

  She gasped as a hand covered her mouth and she was pulled against a hard body behind her. Then she was hustled through the door and into a waiting van. Another man pulled her inside, and the doors closed behind her. Her heart pounded as adrenaline surged through her.

  Oh, God, what’s happening?

  She was pushed into the back seat and her wrists bound with rope. Tight.

  She couldn’t make out the face of the new man, but the one still holding her mouth was the man who’d been directing her to the party room. He pushed something into her mouth and held it in place with a strap that fastened behind her head. It was a ball gag which would stifle her screams.

  She felt like she couldn’t get enough air as she struggled. One man slipped into the front seat and the van surged away from the building. The other—the one who’d dragged her to the van—slipped a blindfold over her eyes. She sat helplessly in the seat, her pulse racing, the darkness around her complete.

  As she sucked in a deep breath, the explosive realization that this was the kidnapping Becca had arranged sent exhilaration quivering through her.

  It was unsettling
but heat flashed through her at the thought that these men... these complete strangers... had abducted her and would soon be manhandling her. Tearing her clothes from her.

  She could barely catch her breath as the excitement turning her blood to liquid fire.

  Their large hands would touch her in intimate places. Their rock-hard cocks would drive into her.

  Oh, God, could she really go through with this?

  They had handled her roughly when they thrust her into the van and tied her up. What would it be like when they got where they were going? Would they keep her bound and blindfolded? Would they take her forcefully?

  The thought made her faint from a combination of excitement and nervousness. She began to tremble as she sat in the dark, feeling the movement of the van as they sped through the night. She continued to draw in deep breaths, wondering where they were taking her.

  She lost track of time as they drove, but finally the van stopped. She felt someone’s fingers in her hair and the blindfold slipped away. She gazed at the man beside her with wide eyes. The other man slid open the door. Butterflies swirled through her stomach as both men grasped her arms and dragged her from the van. She glanced around and, by the light of the full moon, she saw a large house.

  They pulled her toward the house and the driver flung open the front door. They hurried her to a room near the back of the building. It had a bed with a metal headboard and, after untying the rope from her wrists, the driver handcuffed her to one of the bars.

  Was it going to happen now? Would they tear away her clothes and violate her?

  Her heart pounded at the thrilling prospect.

  But they just turned and walked out. Thankfully, one of them turned on a lamp in the corner so she wasn’t left in total darkness. She sat on the bed, which was covered with a threadbare comforter, but it was soft. The ball gag was still in her mouth. She could see out the window that the men were retrieving some bags from the van.

  She heard them enter the house again, then their voices as they busied themselves elsewhere.

  But time passed and they didn’t come into the room.

  Her heart, still palpitating from the anticipation, slowly calmed.After a while, she lay down on the bed and rested her eyes.

  “Hey there. My name’s Carl.”

  Startled, her eyes popped open. She hadn’t heard him come in.

  Her heart began to pound again.

  Carl was the man who’d been in the restaurant. He wore jeans now, rather than the suit he’d worn earlier, and he sat on the floor beside the bed.

  “I wanted to let you know I’m really glad Becca asked me to join you for your fantasy.” He unfastened the gag and pulled it from her mouth. “I know you want to experience the whole kidnapping thing and we’re supposed to stay in our roles, but I wanted to make sure you aren’t afraid.”

  “Thanks, I’m doing fine”

  “Good, we’re getting unpacked and giving you some time. I know you’ve got the safe word, but if you want things to slow down a little, just signal me.”

  “How?”

  “Maybe just cross your fingers. I’ll watch for that.” He smiled, and she realized he was really quite handsome. White teeth and friendly hazel eyes. His light brown, wavy hair looked soft and touchable.

  “Thanks.”

  “I’ll get going now. And I’ll try not to drop out of character again. Erik is a stickler for that kind of thing.”

  “Erik? Did he help Becca with one of the other fantasies?”

  “Yeah, for Sylvie. We both did.”

  So the other man was Erik King. She’d spoken to Sylvia recently and Sylvia told her a little about this man. He was intense and he had had the hots for Sylvia. Maybe was even in love with her. But Sylvia was with her new man—actually men—now. Mr. Grant and a sexy biker named Slade.

  But Erik King... Kalie had gotten the impression that he was really caring and sweet, even though Sylvia said he was totally dominating.

  “Carl,” the other man, Erik, growled as he stood in the doorway glaring at Carl.

  His dominating presence sent her pulse racing.

  “Later,” Carl murmured softly, then pushed himself to his feet and left the room, closing the door behind him.

  Kalie lay on the bed, her stomach filled with butterflies. She wanted this fantasy... had dreamt of being kidnapped and ravaged by two sexy men for a long time. The reality was a little unnerving, but now she was anxious to get on with it.

  Finally, the door swung open. Instead of Carl, it was Erik who stood in the doorway. Tall, broad shoulders, eyes boring through her.

  She sat up, staring at him with wide eyes, her breath catching.

  He wore a light blue casual shirt and dark jeans, but she had the feeling he’d be more comfortable in a suit. His body was big and masculine, his shirt hinting at the muscles beneath. He had thick, dark hair that curled around his collar in waves and his face was covered with stubble.

  And his eyes. Deep blue and penetrating. Making her feel he saw everything. Her fears. Her needs.

  His gaze raked down her body and she suddenly felt naked before him.

  An authoritative, almost angry, aura emanated from him. Whether he was just very good at his role, or really pissed off at something, she didn’t know.

  He strode into the room and she drew in a breath.

  He stopped less than a foot from her, those unsettling eyes still locked on her.

  “I don’t know what Carl said to you, but you are our prisoner. No one will come to save you.” His gaze raked over her again. “And I certainly won’t show you any mercy. So get used to the idea.”

  The edge in his voice, the sharpness of his eyes, made her shiver.

  He plunked a bottle of water on the bedside table, then he turned and walked out.

  She stared at the door, sucking in a deep breath.

  God, he was intimidating... but at the same time, she longed to feel his hands on her. Tearing her clothes, manhandling her roughly.

  Oh, God, she could just imagine him pulling out his big cock and pushing it into her mouth, forcing her to suck it.

  She trembled as she slumped back on the bed, her handcuffed wrists lying on the pillow beside her head.

  A bang startled Kalie awake. Where was she?

  She jerked to a sitting position, but was jarred by cold metal around her wrists.

  She’d been kidnapped. She remembered now.

  And in the doorway stood a large man with frigid eyes.

  Erik.

  The bang must have been the door swinging open.

  He walked toward her. Rather than his earlier fast stride, this time he stepped toward her in a slow, purposeful manner.

  “I’ve been having trouble sleeping,” he said, his tone quiet, yet laced with a dangerous edge. “I’m a little tense.” His hard lips curled into a smile. “But I realized there was an easy solution to that.”

  Her heart pounded as he approached.

  Oh, God, it was going to happen now.

  He stopped in front of her, his gaze lingering on her breasts, then he shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled something out. He grabbed her wrist, his big fingers surrounding it, and unlocked the cuff. The metal fell away. Then he unlocked the second one and tossed the handcuffs on the table.

  She found herself pulled to her feet and facing him. He was a good head taller than her. His hand still gripped her wrist firmly and he pulled her arm to the side as his gaze walked down her body.

  “Nice dress.”

  She suddenly felt naked. The dress was a simple black number, but it was short and low cut. Becca had insisted that it was exactly what she should wear to the bachelorette party to fit in with everyone, but now she realized why Becca had really suggested it.

  “What are you going to do with me?” she asked, not just because she was falling into her role, but because she was nervous around this intimidating man.

  His eyes glinted. “I think you know.”

  With a sudden mo
vement, he shoved her against the wall. Her breath caught at the feel of his big, hard body pressed against her, his broad chest crushing her breasts. He tipped up her chin and his eyes glittered with feral desire as he took her mouth.

  His lips moved on hers in a hard, punishing kiss, then his tongue drove deep inside. Her heart pounded in her chest and she felt breathless, and a little frightened.

  But at the same time, wildly turned on.

  She pressed her hands flat against his chest and pushed, but he was immovable. She felt helpless, and that thrilled her. Her attempts to drive him back seemed to encourage him and he drove deeper into her mouth. He grabbed her wrists again and pushed her arms over her head, then sucked her tongue into his mouth. The taste of him—coffee and some kind of liquor—excited her.

  He rocked his hips against her and she felt it. His cock swelling inside his jeans, the hard ridge digging into her.

  Oh, God, she longed to feel it against her pussy instead of her stomach. To have the hard shaft slide over her softness.

  As if sensing her need, he moved, gliding his bulge up and down. Only the thin barrier of her dress and the delicate lace of her panties protected her intimate flesh from the pressure of his thick cock. The hard bulge—covered by the thick, rough denim—ground against her.

  Fire blazed inside her.

  And every movement pushed her short skirt upward another inch.

  The feel of him was intense and her need shot up.

  But she panicked.

  She turned her head with a jerk, tearing her mouth from his. “No, please.” The words came out a mere whisper.

  He gazed down at her. Despite his unwavering confidence, she sensed a hesitation in him.

  “Hey, you starting without me?”

  She heard Carl’s voice, then realized he was standing in the doorway.

  Erik eased back... just a little... his gaze locked on her face, the desire in his eyes still blazing. Then slowly it flickered... and faded... until they were blue pools of hidden emotion.

  Still gripping her wrists tightly, he turned to Carl.

  “You snooze you lose,” Erik said. “But you’re here now so let’s get this party started.”