Riley intermittently slept, feeling relaxed, resting tranquilly in a dreamy euphoric haze. Sporadically her mind caught the cusp of something chilling. This terror couldn't quite break through the dazed, anesthetized, listless state stealing her thoughts away. Something finally pierced the foggy veil, demanding she battle to remain awake. The small voice in her head urged her to be cautious while feigning sleep. She investigated barely slitting her eyes open and she snuck a glimpse at the odd sensations ebbing in from the inky darkness. She dispassionately noted two Velcro bands holding her wrists in place and the fact that her throat was parched and she was drooling seemed disturbing.
Riley's jaw was also sore and she couldn't understand why. Her tongue slid over something behind her teeth that felt odd. Was that metal? A silhouette in the corner leaned forward. Though she couldn't make him out clearly, it was obvious a large man was focused on her. She glanced at the clock not sure if it was day or night. Part of her wanted to drift back to sleep but she shook her head desperate to clear the fog. Something clearly wasn't right, though in this state, she had difficulty reacting to the red flags flying in the periphery of her conscious mind. She had a sudden gripping realization of how serious her current situation was. A tear welled in her large, sexy, smoky, green eyes. It escaped after she blinked her long lashes to roll down her beautiful cheek where it fell to the floor below. Her clearing mind flashed to the IT guy from work. He'd been with her in her last memory before waking here, wherever that was. The IT guy had been holding her waist. Was he helping her? She couldn't quite figure it all out.
She recalled the restroom at the gym and the feeling of frenzied panic setting when she'd glanced in the mirror of the gym's bathroom. She had known she had to get to her car and lock herself inside it. She perceived danger. Something was very wrong with how fast the sensations of fatigue and dizziness were happening. The walls spun wildly and as soon as she'd spun the door knob and stepped from the bathroom the enormous, very handsome, IT guy's firm grasp encircled her waist.
"You look dizzy. I've got you." He'd stated.
Whirling, the shaky ground moved below her until she'd had no choice but to cling to him to stay upright. The rapid onset of the haziness and twirling sensations made her feel like she'd been drugged. The thought crossed her mind much too late, but it was all that made sense. She tried to focus while he swiftly moved her, nearly carrying her, to her car. He bent her, folding her into the car's seat, then his grasp of her hands was much too tight. Something slipped around her left then right wrists. She sluggishly tried to focus and turn her head to investigate her wrists. It didn't look like her car. Oh No! She watched as his huge hand cinched her wrists to the base of the car's seat!
"I... Have to... Get out... Of... Here!" her mind processed with a listless apathy only drugs could induce during what should have been a truly terrifying moment. It felt mildly alarming, but no true panic overcame her. She was trying to get her mind to understand the gravity of this situation, but part of her almost wanted to laugh. It was all very surreal.
"Thisss ... sisn't... my... car!" she mumbled in a slurred voice that sounded like it was a million miles away from her.
Finally, the fight or flight response filled her with adrenaline, but it was way too late. Riley then used every ounce of energy she had to throw her legs from the door of his car trying to propel herself up and away from him, but all she'd accomplished was her legs, falling out the door like lead weights. Logan's immense frame, crouched by her knees, gently, easily, lifted her legs back into his car. He simply closed the door, trapping her inside. She sobbed, caged in, slipping away, drugged in a car with a massive man she barely knew. She struggled to keep her lids open, watching him circle the car and climb behind the wheel. His stunning face bent over hers. A predatory look flashed over his features before his lips descended over hers then dropped lightly to press against hers.
She felt his soft lips touch hers and she was slightly intrigued with how moist and soft they felt. A slow mechanical whirring sound accompanied her descent on the car's seat. She was lowered down, down, into the cloudy haze of heavy sedation while weakly pulling at bindings on her wrists. A look, slightly less than true panic due to the drugs, crossed her face and she willed her eyes to remain open to watch the dangerous, devilishly handsome side of his jaw turning to watch behind the car while he backed his car from the space. His jaw muscle twitched when he noted her looking at him and she sort of laughed at how odd that twitch looked. She wondered if he was angry. That didn't make sense though. He stared at her before his head dipped to press his lips to her soft velvety skin again. His tongue slid in her mouth capturing hers and circling it. She was sure she shouldn't want anything like that from a perfect stranger. She murmured the word no into his mouth just as her eyes slid shut and the sedation concealed her from his greedy hunger.
Riley blinked up at the clock on the wall. "Where am I?" she tried to mumble. It was an unintelligible, hoarse, scratchy sound that did not sound like the words because her mouth was held open wide by a gag she still had no comprehension of.
Logan knew what she meant despite the gag because he'd repeated the same answers over and over every time she'd woke up for the past hour while she drifted in and out of sedation. She'd briefly opened her eyes to ask where she was. He explained he had taken her for her own safety; well, up until she had become rude and hostile to him. That was when she had copped an attitude with her captor and told him he was a perverted asshole who couldn't get it up. Her cutting words hit a dissident chord that pissed him off. The attitude was likely a side effect of the sedation, but her belligerent cutting words had irritated him so he'd gagged her. Unfortunately, now when she woke briefly, panic set in. She'd struggle wildly, exhaust herself, then drift back to sleep. She'd done this over and over and he was beginning to regret his decision to gag his beauty because, by now, her jaw was certainly sore. She had been heavily sedated and was certainly confused. It had lasted much longer then he'd thought it would last when he'd tired of her ire. Although this was all her fault, so a little suffering was earned he'd reasoned. She was going to know who was in charge, and it sure as fuck was not her, no matter how much he felt pangs of guilt about her aching jaw now.
The problems started because Riley was on her work laptop investigating bondage, submission, sexual slavery, rape sites and finally personal ads to locate a willing man to debase her. She had written graphic stories regarding her sexual desires and posted them on-line. He'd swept the system remotely from the IT department when viral attacks began months ago. That was when he'd first discovered her online chats and erotic stories with all her naughty misbehaviors. He originally had raised his eyebrows, laughed at the subject matter, then, like any guy, he backed them up to bring home to read. He admired how gifted and deviated the mind was that created all his extra work and part of him wanted to be the one to punish her for it. He scrubbed the virus infected sites from their system and investigated the origin of the viral pop-ups. They had all been triggered by the computer user two floors down, logged on as Riley Gallo. Every one of her stories got him so hot he'd had to jack off after or during reading the tales.
Logan fantasized about her constantly. What must a hot little piece who wanted to be fucked and taken against her will look like? Why did those fantasies trip her triggers? What possessed anyone to use a work computer to investigate their dark desires? He wanted to know every detail about this girl as he'd already created a visage in his mind of her. He followed her for weeks from his IT room. He'd built her up so high that the reality of her couldn't possibly live up to the images he'd created in his mind. Still, he felt compelled to see this little naughty minx despite his certain disappointment with the fantasy woman his mind had created. He'd likely see a sad, pale, homely girl with stringy hair and body odor. Logan knew curiosity killed the cat, but it didn't stop him from wanting to see the pussy killing his mind slowly. He set up unneeded service at a terminal a couple rows from her desk. He would watch her for one entire day if he liked what he saw. The terminal he was going to repair was only used at night so Logan could tinker in the area instead of having to pull the unit and switch it out like they usually had to do to maintain the workload.
His plan failed miserably though because one look at her and Logan was hopelessly infatuated with the real deal. Sweet God in Heaven had created an angel with the mind of a demon. She was walking, talking, sex with soft curves and he found himself with his mouth gaping open because he couldn't believe his eyes. He'd been leveled, astonished, and utterly dumbstruck by her stunning features! Riley was so far beyond any fantasy he'd dreamed up he didn't know where to begin to take in her absolute perfection.
She was the definition of sexy with thick, long, dark brown wavy tresses falling to her tiny waist. She had large, seductive, smoky, green eyes that vacillated from one shade of green to another depending on what she wore. When she walked across the office in her cream-colored skirt his eyes roamed her body up and down until she'd dropped her pencil on the way back to her desk and as she bent over to pick it up, Logan's mouth dropped, slack-jawed as he watched her bottom tip forward in front of his eyes. Her bottom was a work of art as it tipped for her to pick up the pen. He could have watched that scene play over and over.
Logan saw her the next day in corduroy slacks. He believed the gap between her thighs would effortlessly allow his hand to slip between those thighs and rub her to a wet frenzy. She was just so highly fuckable that he'd be glad to do whatever she wanted no matter how her kinky mind deviated. Hell, the stranger the better! She could fulfill every desire of his with those thick, full lips resting below her lightly freckled, upturned nose. Envisioning her lips wrapped around him made him so hard. She must be Italian or Greek based on her complexion. He considered whether she had freckles on those soft, perky tits with the pebbled nipples pointing up from her shirt. Oh God, how he'd like to suck them.
