It all began with a walk along the breakwater of our wonderful seaside town, a chance to glance at the boats docked this season in the harbor below. My eyes noted shabby sailboats with names like Double Down or Nora II. Then, without warning, I saw it a large beautiful vessel whose hull carried two words that made me shiver with excitement The Abduction.
Could this boat and its owner be the key to my darkest sexual desires? Was it possible that a lady lawyer, who easily commands juries and prosecutes criminals, might finally be herself commanded? I’d fantasize for far too long about finding a man who understood that I needed to be taken, that I ached for a fierce captor who would forcefully possess me, bind me in every possible way. I desperately wanted to surrender control in exchange for the dangerous pleasures I’d only imagined. But how could I be sure it was my destiny?
I watched for a few minutes, but there was no sign of the boat’s owner, so I decided to inquire at the harbormaster’s office. Murmuring the name of the boat, I was shocked to realize that even the words made me hot, wet and weak with need. The man looked at me with some curiosity, then told me who captained The Abduction. I should have known.
It was Michael’s boat Michael, my former lover, the man I nearly married last year. We’d separated bitterly when his work took him to Vancouver I was afraid of a long distance relationship, and I’d sent him away with no promises that I’d want him back when he returned.
I drove back to town, to my office, but couldn’t concentrate on my upcoming trial. Then at about four thirty the phone rang, and my secretary told me it was Michael. The harbormaster had described me too well, and he knew I’d seen his boat . . . but did he have any idea how it made me feel?
Leslie? His voice deep, rough, mysterious as ever caressed me through the phone. I’ll buy you dinner at the Harbor House seven o’clock.
A command performance one I couldn’t refuse. I was too curious, too intrigued and too aroused by the dark promise in his voice. I hurried home to get ready, unsure of how to play it, what to show him. Finally, I decided to dress as I wanted him to see me as a woman full of dangerous longings, a wanton whose clothes might tempt him to uncover my secrets.
I fastened a black lace garter belt around my waist and attached sheer silk stockings to the delicate garters, then slipped on silk thong panties that would leave no lines. Feeling outrageously sensual, and like a woman clearly looking for trouble, I threw on my black silk dress that comes to a deep V in front, draped low in the back and tied with slender strings over each shoulder. The dress was the most daring thing I’d ever bought it made me feel wildly exposed. I’d never worn it for anyone before. Then I donned a pair of very high heels my best friend called fuck me pumps, with straps that wove around my feet and bound my ankles in black patent leather.
Just before seven, the doorbell rang. I gasped when I saw myself in the hall mirror. Was it too late to run and change, to hide what I saw in my eyes from the man who already knew me too well? The doorbell sounded a second time, and I knew I’d have to answer it.
As I held the door open and invited him in, Michael moved quickly inside, taking the doorknob from me and closing the door firmly. I turned to walk into the living room and felt his hand on my wrist. He pulled me around to face him, then stepped back. His eyes burned into mine, then paused on my lips and breasts. I couldn’t breathe and felt my nipples stiffen with erotic excitement. Moisture collected between my legs and a throbbing began deep inside.
I can smell your excitement, he said quietly. I can hear your heart racing, feel your heat from here. He stepped close, until his mouth was inches from mine and his breath brushed my lips. You’re mine, Leslie. When my lips parted, desperate for air and the pressure of his mouth on mine, he staked his claim, penetrating me with his tongue as if it was pussy he’d captured. Just like that, Michael had demanded and seized my unconditional surrender.
I felt dizzy, aching to be taken right then in the hallway, pushed to the floor and stretched open by his cock. As if he’d read my mind, Michael grabbed my wrists and pulled them together behind my back, forcing me toward him so that my breasts brushed his chest, then pulling me away so that I moaned with urgent need to be touched. I twisted in his grasp, but that only made him grip me tighter.
Suddenly, he released me. Dinner first, he said, and took my hand to lead me to his car.
Michael, I cried out. Wait . . .
It’s my party, baby, he said softly. I’m calling the shots tonight. But it’s your dream we’re dancing in . . . and mine, too.
At the curb he opened the door of a black Porsche and I sank into the leather seat, feeling the smooth animal skin graze mine. Michael leaned across me and buckled the seat beat across my body. I was every inch his captive, strapped in place, awaiting his powerful touch.
He said nothing more until we arrived at the restaurant overlooking the water and he had escorted me to a secluded table in a candlelit corner. Michael ordered dinner for us, then gazed at me with undisguised fascination. His eyes were full of questions, but he was silent for a long moment.
Open your legs, Leslie, he commanded, softly. I obeyed instantly, feeling cool air brush the thin silk that barely covered my hot pussy. Moments later, I felt Michael’s bare foot graze the inside of my thigh, then tease its way toward my core. When I responded by slightly closing my legs, he grabbed my wrists, held them down to the table and repeated his order. Open your legs. All the way, baby.
I was his to control, to tease with pleasure, and he knew it. Suddenly, he pressed his big toe against my clitoris and began rubbing and prodding it through the silk until I closed my eyes and moaned softly as tremors shook me. I blushed, remembering the shock the first time he did this to me. The pressure softened, and with a brief brush of my sensitive mons, which nearly drove me mad, he pulled away and released my hands.
I was reading about a sultan who used to amuse at least six ladies at once, using both hands, his mouth, his cock and both big toes, he said with a wicked smile. But as you know, I like to drive one lady out of her mind in six ways at once.
Name the time and place, I retorted with a grin that mirrored his, and he laughed. Later, he promised.
Somehow we got through dinner, with lots of verbal teasing and erotic eating, sucking our fingers and thumbs, trying to distract the other. Afterward we headed for the docks. Michael parked in the darkest corner of the lot, and I knew he wanted privacy for his next game. Every inch of my skin tingled with anticipation, and my mind was running wild, wondering what he would do to me. What fantasies had he imagined when he named his boat The Abduction?
He pulled me from the car, his hands snugly gripping my wrists, then pressed me against the side of the Porsche, his lower body hard against my softness. Ever been fucked on the hood of a car? he murmured in my ear. I shivered with arousal and just a little fear, but the threat was enough to make me soaking wet. He kissed me then, deep and hard, claiming my mouth as he claimed my dark fantasies. Then he took my lower lip between his teeth and bit gently at it. It’s that thin line between pain and ecstasy that’s so seductive, isn’t it? he said quietly. Bet you never imagined that being bad would taste this good . . .
He let go of me, and I sank against the side of the car, my eyes never leaving him. He loosened his tie, then snapped the silk out of his collar with a crack that whipped me into a frenzy of lust. In shock, I didn’t resist when he wrapped the tie snugly around my wrists, behind my back, and fastened me to the door handle. Bound, I yanked against the tie but I knew I couldn’t get loose. For a second, I wanted to scream for help, but I wasn’t ready to be rescued. It was all part of my fantasy of being captured, the stunning reality Michael was giving me now.
Tying a woman, making her helpless, is unbelievably exciting, he said, his voice a growl. I feel absolutely savage, knowing I can touch you anywhere I want, do anything I like. And you can’t raise a hand to stop me . . . although you may struggle all you like. His words dazzled me, made me feel like a battle prize, a slave to be toyed with as my captor pleased. I pulled against the silk bind, but only to experience the wanton sensation of being captive again and again.
Michael reached into his pocket and pulled out his Swiss Army knife. What are you doing? I whispered.
Your panties, he said, lifting my skirt until the slender straps of my thong panties were revealed. With a single slash of the knife, he cut them from me. No turning back now, babe. And none wanted, I just barely said. Everything he did thrilled me beyond description. I was his to possess, lost in a fantasy come vividly, wildly true.
His fingers began to play me, like a virtuoso commands his instrument, and as he fingered the soaking cleft of my pussy, the sounds that emerged from my lips were the sweet music of female surrender. I twisted and turned, enjoying being able to resist when, actually, I was doing my best to fuck myself on his hand. I was desperate to come or go mad trying. Michael laughed at my eagerness the perfect lady now reckless with desire and need, a wild female animal. You’re a real handful, sweetheart, he teased, as I began climaxing against his palm.
He untied the silk from the door handle, but left my hands bound behind me. He slipped off his jacket and wrapped it around me, then started walking, his hand collaring the back of my throat. We walked toward the breakwater. What if someone ? I started quickly, feeling dangerously exposed.
No one can see that you’re my captive, bound, half naked, he growled into my ear, his hand still on my neck, his words exciting both of us beyond description. Only we know . . .
The area was deserted, thank heavens, and we were alone when we reached the farthest tip of the concrete embankment that stood between the harbor and the sea. As Michael slipped the jacket from my shoulders, I couldn’t help but glance around, embarrassed, even scared, but unbelievably aroused by my predicament. Michael grabbed the tie’s end and roped my hands to the railing, so that I faced the boats docked between us and the shore. Somewhere out there was The Abduction.
He took my face in his hands and kissed me quickly, nibbling my lips and leaving a burning trail of love bites along my throat before bending to take each nipple in turn and suck it through the thin silk of my dress. I moaned as his tongue bathed my sensitive tips, and his teeth nipped at me until I cried out. Someone’s going to hear you, he threatened, aware that the danger of discovery was a new aphrodisiac.
Then, using his teeth, he seized the string that fastened my dress on my right shoulder and pulled the little bow loose. Half of the bodice fell to my waist, exposing my breast and its taut, puckered nipple. Michael drew it into his mouth, tonguing and sucking it until I reacted even wilder, moaning louder, feeling the heat sparking throughout my body. Seconds later, he grabbed the other string with his teeth and yanked the bow free. I was naked to the waist, and Michael was kneading my breasts, sucking and pinching and nipping at them, until I was struggling to rub myself against his chest and end the erotic torment he was so skillfully delivering. But I was tied tightly, helpless to stop the man who knew just how hot he’d made me, who was determined to see how much further he could drive me.
Moonlight streaming over the pale white breasts of his lady captive, Michael muttered. Prettiest sight south of the northern lights. Every pirate’s dream. Oh, he wants this as much as I do, I thought.
Tell me about The Abduction, I begged him. I want to know what it means.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and moved close enough to whisper in my ear. I promised myself I’d have you, even if I had to kidnap you and keep you my prisoner, until you admitted that no other man could satisfy you the way I do. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a long silk scarf. I want to fulfill every desire I see in your eyes and feel in your body. This is the abduction you always told me you dreamed about, Leslie. Before I could say a word, he wrapped the scarf behind my eyes and knotted it tightly over my head. I felt him untie my hands from the rail, and I gasped when he suddenly picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. Hang on, baby. I don’t have much practice!
Dizzy with excitement and the shocking thrill of being bound and blindfolded, my darkest sexual fantasy so exposed, I barely was aware that my dress was sliding down. Michael had one hand on my naked ass and the other around my ankles as he walked quickly to where the boat was berthed.
Could anyone see us? I wondered, not that it would’ve mattered. I was helpless to prevent what was happening to me, and I was loving every bit of it. I’d never been so wet, so damn hungry to be taken.
I felt Michael land on the wooden deck of the boat, pliant in the water. My hands were suddenly untied, and he began rubbing the skin where the soft silk bonds had left their mark. Michael on what I judged was a chaise lounge laid me down on a pile of cushions. He pulled my dress completely off and then picked up my right foot. These shoes could turn a guy into a foot fetishist, he warned. Then I felt him wrap rope around the ankle and shoe, fastening it to my left ankle beneath the chair’s frame. I’ve got to sail this thing for a bit, and I want to look at you open, exposed, he said, his fingers teasing the hair of my soaking cunt. Maybe I’ll even make you play with yourself while I watch. I wish you could see how gorgeously erotic you look right now.
Oh, Michael, I feel like a harem slave lying here, wondering when I’ll feel the sultan’s huge cock slam into me, I said, my own hands tangling in the curly hair that barely hid my pussy. But before I could dig my fingers inside and relieve the ache, Michael grabbed my wrists and roped them together, then fastened them to the top of the recliner. Not until I say so, darlin’. I want you so hot you’ll come at first touch. I struggled with the ropes that kept me from touching myself, but all the wriggling and writhing made me crazier still.
He left me then for endless minutes, straining, struggling, aching to be touched but only the breeze caressed me as the boat sailed quietly out of the harbor. I tried to push my thighs together, but I couldn’t. I even tried to make myself come just by fantasizing, but nothing I could imagine was wilder or more arousing than what I was living restrained by my lover, roped hand and foot on a boat in open water, being carried helplessly to some secret place where my ravishment would take place.
Finally, Michael finessed the boat somewhere quiet and anchored it there. It was utterly silent, and as he pulled my blindfold off and straddled my bound body, I saw only a nearly full moon above us, not a single light anywhere, and Michael, stripped and ready to carry out the rest of his wild abduction.
He moved until his cock bigger and harder that I remembered it pressed against my lips. Stick out your tongue, he ordered. I gave him a few tentative licks, then pulled him as deep into my mouth as I could. I vowed to bring him off with what I had to work with, to punish him with kisses that sucked him dry and held him captive, at least for as long as I could. Michael knew what I was trying to do and squeezed my nipples with his fingers, until I gasped for breath and moaned from the pleasurable pain of it. Then he began driving in and out of my mouth, burning the depths of my throat with the heat of his endless erection.
Suddenly he stopped, pulled out and began untying my legs and arms. He pulled me up from the chaise and led me to the stern of the boat, where a steel ladder reached to the top of the deckhouse. Give me your hands, he commanded, and roped them together, then threw the rope over the highest rung, pulling it taut so that my arms were raised high over my head and I stood on tiptoe, swaying slightly. The cold metal on my flesh made me shiver, and my body glistened in the silver light.
I could leave you like this, Michael threatened. Hanging there in the night air desperate to be touched. Maybe I should tickle you with the feathers I have stashed below. His voice trailed off as he continued to torture me with erotic images of new ways he could drive me mad with sexual hunger. Then he moved close and whispered, Maybe later. Right now I want to take you standing up. He pulled me to him and wrapped my legs around his waist, then slammed into me with a force that made me cry out.
There are people who live just up that hill, he warned me. What would they think if they saw you tied like this, naked and moaning in ecstasy? The notion was so outrageous that I burned with embarrassed excitement.
Michael reached for a scarf he’d draped nearby. Or else I could gag you, he said, moving quickly to cover my kiss swollen lips with the soft fabric. It was a kind of release, feeling the press of the silk against my mouth. I was at the mercy of his imagination, and my own. As Michael drove into me with all the need his reckless foreplay had produced, I cut loose a groan that sounded like a wild animal in rut. If he hadn’t been holding me, I know I would have fallen to the deck, so overwhelming was the climax that followed his pounding penetration of this tethered captive.
When he finally let me down and uncovered my mouth, kissing me with tender fierceness, I was exhausted. Michael carried me inside to the captain’s bedroom and laid me on the mahogany four poster that nearly filled the small cabin. Covering me with his naked body, imprisoning me in his arms, we fell asleep, both drained by the intensity of the fantasy we’d shared.
I awoke hours later to find my legs stretched wide apart, and silk scarves tying my limbs to the mahogany knobs at the corners of the bed. Michael? I called out, wondering where he was.
Down in a minute, he called. Then I heard him say, Help me carry this inside . . .
He couldn’t be bringing anyone in here! I was naked, completely exposed. No one else should see me like this!
Michael leaned inside the doorway. Did I scare you, or get you really hot? he teased. He could see I was terrified . . . and excited by the idea of a stranger knowing that I was Michael’s willing captive. He smiled and said, No way would I ever share you with anyone, baby. You’re for my eyes only. Not even James Bond could have made me cream by growling those words like Michael did.
Guess what this morning’s lucky number is? Yup, old sixty nine’s the winner! he said, diving for the soaking wet muff that lay open to his teasing tongue. Once more, I tried to capture my tormentor’s cock with my lips and take control, and this time I nearly succeeded. It was only a matter of moments before he turned around on the bed and sank his cock deep, deep inside me, pummeling my pussy, until I shook with a series of orgasms that left me shattered and Michael as glazed with pleasure as was I.
At last, he reached to untie my bonds and pulled me up to rest against the headboard. He took a small box off the night table and opened it. Inside were two lovely gold bracelets from Cartier, which he carefully screwed shut around my wrists.
You know what these mean, Leslie? he asked, holding my hands in his. The world may see them simply as jewelry, given by a lover who wants everyone to know you’re taken. But for us they mean much more. You wear my chains now, and anytime, anyplace, I can, and will, make you my captive again.
I pulled him down and kissed him with all the passion I’d never dared show before. I love you, Michael, and every secret dream you’ve made happen tonight. Now, how about abducting me somewhere very tropical for our honeymoon?