She was back, JC noted. The woman who wore that sexy fragrance. She hesitated just inside the door.
“Are you mute?” he asked quietly.
“Hardly.” Her voice was low and husky, seductive without trying.
“So what’s your game?”
“No game.” She walked towards the bed.
He felt the mattress dip as she sat beside him. Momentarily she removed his blind-fold. He blinked several times before focusing on her. She didn’t look threatening. She was a little thing with big brown eyes and her black hair cut short, more of a pixie than a kidnapper and seductress.
“Don’t let the looks deceive you. They call me the Authority for a reason.”
“Your perfume gives you away.” Even her attire was non-threatening, satin robe in ivory.
“Would you like a shower? Something to eat?”
“Hell yeah!” JC looked dubious. “A real shower as in the bathroom shower? And what do I have to eat the food off of?”
“Yes, a real shower… and I prefer you ate off your plate.” She sounded amused.
“Are you joining me in the shower?”
“I hadn’t planned on it.”
She reached for his bonds. “You have to promise to behave if I let you loose.”
“I’m too hungry and tired to run,” he muttered.
“I’m the last one.”
“What? No one wanted another ride?”
“That wasn’t the plan.”
JC could scarcely believe it when she released him. He followed when she led him to a small but serviceable bathroom.
“Plan?”
“You don’t think this was a spur of the moment caper, do you?”
He supposed not.
JC watched as she reached to turn on the taps. Her robe slid off one shoulder revealing on plump breast. Without ceremony or calling attention to it, she covered herself. Something about that show of modesty…he found himself stirring.
“You like it hot?” she asked.
“Oh, yeah…” he murmured watching her backside.
She glanced to catch his gaze. “Would you like a hot shower?” she rephrased her question as not to be misunderstood.
Embarrassed at getting caught, he nodded.
“What kind of sex do you want from me?” he asked abruptly.
She turned to look at him. Her eyes went from head to toe and back in an almost physical touch. “I hadn’t planned that. You said you were too tired…”
That pricked at his foolish, manly ego. “I’ll give you what I gave the others.”
“I don’t want what you gave the others.”
Another pinprick.
He stepped into the shower and held out his hand. “Join me?”
“Want me to wash your back?” she asked, clearly amused by the invitation.
“That’d be nice.” Damn, she was fine; he thought as the robe slid from her shoulders. Little with all the right curves. When she placed her hand in his, he drew her into the small stall, shielding her from the direct spray.
She unwrapped the small bar of soap and lathered her hands. Then she messaged the soap onto his skin, starting with his neck. With every stroke of her fingers, JC grew harder and hotter. The one before her had been a talented masseuse but this one…He hissed helplessly when she washed his throbbing length.
“Not totally exhausted, I see.’
“I feel a revival coming on.”
“I’m glad.” She finished washing his body and then shampooed his hair.
What did she want from him? JC wanted to know. She was spreading her goodwill like she didn’t have an agenda, but she must want the same as the others ultimately…
“All clean,” she announced cheerfully. “Feel better?”
Actually, he did. He had a throbbing hard-on; still some of his spirit had recovered. “Yeah, I do.”
“Good.” She made to leave the shower.
JC grabbed her hand. “Where’re you going?”
“Umm…I am finished washing your back.”
“You didn’t bring me in here to get clean,” he accused, pointing to the small plastic square in the soap dish. He was sure the hotel didn’t supply condoms in the shower.
She blinked innocently. “I didn’t put them there.”
“Wanna use them?” he demanded silkily as he jerked her against his chest.
“I hadn’t planned to...”
“What do you want, baby?” he asked once more. “What do you want from me?”
“Certainly not to be banged against a shower wall.”
He saw the flutter of her pulse at the base of her throat as he lowered his head to breathe against her ear. “You’re acting like you don’t want me, baby, but your eyes say you do.” He nipped at the lobe then soothed it with his tongue. Her shiver of pleasure was just what he had been looking for. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll have to make it up as I go along.”
Tipping her head back, she had been about to say something when his mouth closed over her parted lips. He took immediate advantage by thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Sweet…she tasted clean and delicious, not being in the least shy about giving as good as she got. He pressed her against him as her fingers tangled in his hair.
They took turns, one kiss blending into the next until they were panting. He tore is mouth away at last. “Not here,” he growled.
Outside the shower, JC toweled her off, then himself. He swept her up and bore her to the bed. “Wanna tell me you don’t want this?” he demanded huskily as he came over her. “You got me rock hard and crazy and you want to just walk out? I don’t think so.”
“You wanted something to eat…” she reminded him breathlessly.
“I gonna have you instead of food.” In case she had any doubt what he meant, he sent teasing fingers between her thighs. He was pleased by her little gasp of surprise. “I’m gonna enjoy every little whimper and sigh.”
Saying nothing, she urged his mouth back to hers. Immediately, he took control again, nipping at her kiss-swollen lips, learning every inch of her dark, sweet mouth with his tongue. The helpless little kitten noises she made stoked his desire, making him feel virile and masterful.
JC’s hands moved over her silken, dewy, flesh, caressing, fondling, arousing her. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. Damned if she didn’t! Her small body squirmed and writhed beneath him, silently begging him to take her. And he would. There would be no uncertainty that she had been thoroughly and completely possessed by him.
Bending his head, he took one pebble hard nipple carefully between his teeth and repeatedly flicked his tongue over it. The woman purred like a cat getting its strokes and arched into him. Suckling the aroused bud had her mewling softly and burying her fingers in his damp hair. After giving her other breast to the same lavish treatment, his mouth skimmed down her body. He moved back, rising to his knees between her parted legs, admiring the swollen, wet petals of her womanhood. He trailed his fingers along her thighs in feathery, barely there touches, moving ever closer to her waiting treasure. A delicate trembling took over her exposed thighs. He watched as her nether lips opened further and wept in anticipation.
“That’s it, baby. Give JC lots to lap up,” he crooned, enjoying making his captor his willing captive, caught in his sensual web.
“Please…” she whimpered.
JC stretched out, his head between her thighs, his warm breath stirring the dark curls below her belly. “Please, what, sweetheart?” He drew his tongue from bottom to top of her slit. “Want me to stop?”
She shook her head as she took a sharp breath.
He met her eyes with a wicked grin. “Or do you want me to quit teasing you and dive into my feast.”
Her head bobbed with a tiny nod, her eyes solemn.
“Then give me a smile, let me know you want it. Say it, baby. Say you want it.”
She managed a tremulous smile. “I want it, please.” Her voice was soft and low.
“Fuck, even please…” Something about her vulnerability touched a cord in him. Suddenly he didn’t want to torment her any longer. He wished he had two mouths: one to pleasure her and another to kiss her.
He dropped tender kisses along her petals until she was soothed, then probed her with his tongue. Her muted gasp of pleasure spurred him on. Licking and nibbling, he teased the delicate nub until she moaned and her body tightened. Wrapping his lips around the delicate flesh, he sucked gently until she cried out a soft keening sound of ecstasy; her small body quaked with its force. He eagerly drank up her offering before moving to her side, crooning comforting sounds in her ear as she came down.
She turned her face pressing it against his. “You’re still…” she began.
“We’ll get to it,” he assured her with a smile. “The taste of you is worth the wait.”
One small hand reached down to take his aching member. She ran her thumb around the tip as if its silky feel fascinated her. JC groaned and shook. “I could…”
He shook his head. “I got other uses for that sweet mouth.” Proving his words, he moved his lips over hers, beginning the dance of passion once more.
“Please, I want…”
She didn’t have to say more. JC grabbed a condom from the bedside table and made quick work of it. Poised at her entrance, he teased her with the very tip of his shaft. “Look at me,” he commanded softly.
She forced her luminous brown eyes open to meet his.
“Say my name.”
“JC,” she said softly.
Slowly, he entered her. Throbbing inch by throbbing inch, he pushed into her until he was buried to the hilt. Damn! It felt so good. Hot. Tight. Wet. Perfect. After a moment, he eased out the back. “When you come, baby, I want to hear my name.”
Her hands caressed his chest. “JC,” she repeated.
He smiled. “Yeah.”
JC began by rocking into her, slow and easy. When he was assured she was ready, he increased the tempo of his thrusts. She was small and tight, fitting him like a glove, but her hips moved to meet his. Lifting her legs, he urged her to wrap them around him, forcing him even deeper.
“Ah!” she gasped.
“Like that, sweetheart?” Sliding his hands beneath her buttocks, he set a forceful rhythm she was helpless to escape.
“JC!”
“That’s it. That’s what I wanna hear,” he grunted as he drove them up to peak. “C’mon, baby. Let’s get there.”
She gripped his shoulders as their bodies pounded together, straining towards that perfect moment… and then she was there! “Jay-cee!” she cried out helplessly as she was engulfed in white-hot heat.
“Damn, baby!” he shouted as he erupted, following her over the edge. Her walls pulsed, milking him, draining him.
JC couldn’t say how long they lay panting in each other’s arms before she extracted herself. She rose and went to the bathroom. She was slipping into her robe when she came out. Tying the sash, she stood over the bed. “If you’d like, feel free to take a quick shower,” she told him, suddenly all business. “We’ll be leaving shortly.”
“So you won’t be tying me up?”
“No.”
“No blind fold?”
“You’ve seen us.”
He was incredulous. “Then it’s over?”
“Nearly.” She walked toward the door.
JC sat up and called, “Did you get what you wanted?”
She paused in turning the door know, she looked over her shoulder with a smile. “Yes…and I didn’t’ even have to take it from you.”
He blinked, the truth dawning on him. She had neatly turned the tables on him. He had ended up seducing her, wanting her.
Her knowing smile widened. “There is a reason they call me the Authority.” With that, she opened the door and was gone.
JC’s clothes had been brought in while he showered. His shoes, wallet, watch and jewelry had all been returned. Only his cell phone was missing.
A smack of fruit, cheese and coffee had also been left for him. Sitting at the small table, he ate slowly. He would need to recoup his energy for whatever was coming.
The last woman, the Authority, entered the room as he finished his small meal. JC rose to his feet wondering what she was going to do next. Dressed in street clothes, she somehow looked more intimidating.
“Mr. Chasez…” she began.
He cut her off with harsh laugh. “We know each other biblically, I think you can skip the formalities.”
She spoke as if she hadn’t been interrupted. “Mr. Chasez, what we do now depends solely on you.”
“What do you mean?” Were they going to off him and hide his body? They didn’t seem the types… but who knew?
“We do realize what we did when we brought you here…”
“Was felony kidnapping and forced sex.”
She looked at him coolly. “Yes.”
“Why? Why did you do it?”
“Pure fantasy.” She shrugged. “We acted on what so many other women only dream of.”
“Making a guy your sex slave?”
A witchy smile curved her lips. “Making YOU a sex slave.”
“Me?”
“Surely you know you’re the stuff dreams are spun around.”
JC was incredulous. He induced THOSE sorts of fantasies in grown women?
“What I want to know is what you intend to do about it. If you are going to press charges, I can guarantee that it will be your word against that of five women who never got so much as a parking ticket. Five women who are upstanding citizens of their communities.”
“You kidnapped me! You tied me naked and blindfolded to a bed. You all…”
She raised a dark eyebrow in amusement. “Yes, I do look like the brutish sort, don’t I?”
JC locked his jaw on his retort. Dammit! She had a point. Who would believe the tiny female could force him into sex. And SHE hadn’t. Not really. He had to admit the she neatly trapped HIM into being the instigator.
“What normal, young, red-blooded, straight male would complain about having hot sex with five women? Five not unattractive women?”
Damn beautiful, desirable women, he amended to himself.
“You were never in any danger and you came each time.”
He saw the picture clearly. If he wanted to pursue charges, it was him against the pixie and her band of seductive beauties. Claiming they had “forced” him would make him look laughable. He also realized being a pop star wouldn’t exactly add to his credibility. He had been out-maneuvered before he even started. The scandal was hardly worth the trouble. “I see,” he said quietly.
“Meaning?”
JC met the dark eyes of the woman who had the brains of a criminal mastermind. “You’re a lawyer,” he deduced.
“Yes, I am.”
“You win. No charges…”
“Thank you.”
“On a couple conditions.”
She crossed her arms mutinously. “Such as?”
“I don’t tell … You don’t tell.”
“It isn’t as if anyone would believe us.” It was going to be their wicked secret. “And?”
“You call me ‘JC’ when you kiss me good-bye.”
“I hadn’t planned…”
He hauled her across the short distance between them and kissed her lingeringly. “Say it, baby,” he commanded.
“Good-bye, JC,” she murmured breathlessly.
He smiled as she pulled away a bit shaky and left the room.
One by one, each abductress came in and had their parting words. The last one had brought his cell.
JC waited for the Authority to make a reappearance; but after several long moments, he realized the naughty quintet was probably long gone.
With a sigh, he punched a number in his phone. “Yo, Lonnie!…I’m okay…I …ah…you wouldn’t believe me if I told you. Dude, I need a ride home…”
