Chapter Seventeen

Cameron strode to the car parked behind his in the small outlet just a few miles from his home. “Where did you get the siren?” he asked Jack. Jack was the only one he trusted to help him pull this off, and he was someone who Kristen wouldn’t freak out over when she found out who it was.

“Borrowed it from a friend.” Jack leaned against the hood of his SUV.

Cameron nodded. They weren’t far from his house. He was parked in a small outlet, and he’d already cleared it with the Grant PD that his vehicle would be parked there for a few hours.

“Ready to do this?” Jack asked.

“Yes. I don’t think she’ll recognize your voice, but you might want to disguise it a bit.”

“No problem.”

“Remember her safewords are ‘cheese’ and ‘bacon.’”

Jack chuckled. “Who could forget those? I’ll go get your lady.”

Cameron nodded. Jack sauntered up to Kristen’s side of the car and opened her door. Kristen jerked her head toward the open door. Cameron couldn’t hear what Jack said as he bent down to her, but Kristen’s shoulders stiffened. Jack reached in and undid her seat belt before helping her out of the car. Jealousy rose up within Cameron when Jack held Kristen against him. With a deep breath, he tamped it down. This was her fantasy.

Kristen’s movements were jerky as Jack marched her back to his SUV. “Don’t make me cuff you.” Jack’s voice was low and tight.

“No, officer.” Kristen’s voice was soft, but the slight tremor in it had Cameron frowning. He didn’t want her freaking out. He took her in from head to toe. Okay, her body was flushed but not trembling. He chalked her shaky voice to nervousness.

“I don’t know what you two are up to, but I will find out.” Jack led her to the SUV and opened the back door. “Now, let me help you in.”

When Jack touched her ass through the coat to lift her into the vehicle, Kristen let out a squeal and danced away.

“Now, ma’am, calm down.”

“Please, just direct me. I can get in myself,” Kristen said.

“I don’t think so, ma’am, not with that blindfold on.”

“Then remove it.” Her tone was sharp as her hands rose.

Jack frowned, and Cameron stifled a laugh. Nervous or not, she was a handful.

“I don’t think so.” Jack captured her wrists and spun her around. “I think it’s time for those cuffs.” He pressed her against the side of the SUV and expertly cuffed her hands behind her back.

Cameron took a step before he could stop himself. How dare Jack touch her like that? Jack had his body pressed against hers.

Jack stared at him. Cameron shook his head to clear away the jealous rage invading his mind. Jack wasn’t interested in Kristen, not in that way. They’d planned this, he reminded himself.

“What have we done? We were just driving. Stop this.” Kristen shifted from one foot to the other, trying to escape Jack, but that wasn’t about to happen.

Cameron grinned. Oh, what fun they were going to have today. She didn’t realize this was her fantasy, did she? Maybe not. Adrenaline could cause interesting reactions.

“Behave.” Jack slapped her lightly on her ass.

Kristen stilled immediately. Her mouth dropped open in shock. Before she could recover, Jack lifted her into his arms and put her into the vehicle, clipping the seat belt around her. From his position he was able to see the trench coat parted a bit showing her bare calves.

“So very nice,” Jack whispered as Cameron strode quickly to the other side of the SUV and opened the door.

Kristen whimpered.

Cameron frowned. “It’s okay, Kristen,” Cameron whispered, climbing in.

“Cameron?” She turned her head in his direction.

“I’m here.” He leaned over and brushed her lips with his. “It will be okay.”

“Don’t bet on it,” Jack said, then winked at Cameron before slamming the door.

“Cameron, what the hell is going on?” Kristen whispered.

“He said I was speeding.”

“You never speed.” She squirmed. “Are you cuffed, too?”

“Yes,” he lied. There was no way he would allow himself to be restrained when her safety was at stake. He wanted to be able to protect her if something happened when Jack was driving.

“I’m scared.” Her voice trembled.

Cameron leaned over. “All will be fine. I’m here, and no one will hurt you as long as I’m alive.” She turned her face toward his and their lips brushed.

The sound of Jack closing the driver’s door had Kristen pulling away. Cameron nodded at Jack, who started the SUV and drove. Within a few minutes they were at the club.

Cameron wondered when she’d remember her fantasy about being kidnapped and her captor having his way with her. He’d added Jack. He’d worked it out with Jack to allow him to use the club for this. It was safer than trying to take her to his house and risk Kristen figuring out where they were.

“Where are we?” Kristen asked as the vehicle stopped, and Jack turned off the engine.

“I have no idea.”

“We’re not at the police station?” Her voice was a little high.

“Not that I can see.”

Just then, Jack pulled open Cameron’s door. “Time to get out.”

“Where are we?” Cameron asked.

“None of your business,” Jack answered.

Cameron already had his seat belt off. He jumped out, and the door was slammed shut. Jack grinned at Cameron as they moved to the other passenger door. Jack opened the door, reached in, and undid Kristen’s seat belt. He lifted her out of her seat

“No, don’t move, sweetheart,” Cameron said.

Jack slammed the door, and Kristen winced. “You’ll both be fine. Just stay with me,” Jack said, grasping Kristen’s arm as he began walking.

Cameron followed as Jack led a blindfolded Kristen into the club. He locked the front door then went into the dungeon.

Kristen stood before the bondage chair, shivering with what Cameron hoped was excitement. He moved to her side, brushing her arm with his.

“Now, how about an explanation as to why this woman is blindfolded and wearing a trench coat?” Jack’s voice was low and hard.

“We…” Kristen stammered. “We were on the way to his house.”

“Then why are you blindfolded?”

Kristen turned her head in his direction, and Cameron grinned. “Well, officer,” he said, keeping to his role for the moment. “We’re into kink.”

“Cameron!”

“I have to be truthful, honey. This way, the officer will know we mean no harm.”

“Kink, huh.” Jack began to circle them. “And what do you have on underneath that coat?” Jack ran his fingers over Kristen’s cheek. She flinched away and a sob caught in her throat.

Jack backed away and looked at Cameron.

“Kristen, sweetheart.” Cameron put his mouth next to her ear.

“I’m scared,” she whispered.

“I know, but remember what I said earlier?”

She shook her head.

“Safewords. Use them if you need them.”

She sucked in a breath. “Oh my God.” Her chin dropped to her chest as she tried to control her breathing. “Cheese, Sir.”

Jack fished the handcuff keys out of his pocket and released her wrists.

“I totally forgot this was one of my fantasies.” Her breathing was calmer now, and she was no longer shaking like a leaf.

“We’ve only slowed down, not stopped.” Cameron reminded her as he unbuttoned her coat.

“We?” she squeaked out.

Jack laughed. “Did you really think I was gone?” The fabric parted, and Jack let out a wolf whistle. “Damn that’s one fine body.”

“Sir?”

“Right here.” Cameron slid the coat from her shoulders and laid it over the back of the chair. Part of him wanted to throw Jack out of the room after that wolf whistle, but he fought it away. Jack was his friend and this was a scene. Jack wouldn’t touch without permission.

Jack put his hands on her shoulders. “I’m going to lead you over and have you sit down.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was a little shaky, but she was now aware everything was just part of the scene. Part of her fantasy.

Jack led her over to the bondage chair. “I think we can get rid of this.” She started to raise her hands as Jack ripped the mesh dress off her body.

“Oh no, you don’t.” Jack spun her around and pushed her down onto the seat. He prodded her knees open with his legs and grabbed her wrists. Within seconds, he had her arms spread out against the wood of the bondage chair and restrained.

“Sweetheart, how are you doing?” Cameron asked.

“Green, Sir.” Her voice was still a little unsteady, but a small grin played against her lips. “Let me go, you creep. How dare you assault me?” She tugged at her well-secured hands.

“Creep?” Jack ran his fingertips over her shoulders to her throat.

Kristen stiffened.

Jack didn’t linger. Instead, he continued his journey, tracing the tops of her breasts where they spilled out of the bra. “Full tits. I like that.” He cupped them, running his thumbs over her nipples.

Her mouth opened into an O. Then she shook her head. “Stop it. Cameron, where are you?”

“Right here, my sweet.” She was perfect.

“He can’t do anything to help you,” Jack said. “He’s still cuffed.”

Kristen struggled again, but she was putting on a show from the smile on her lips. “I don’t know who you are, but you’ll pay.”

“Oh, I will?” Jack’s fingers skimmed down to her inner thighs. Using his palms, he pressed them outward until they were spread wide, then he cuffed her thighs and ankles. “I believe I have the upper hand.” He slapped the inside of her thighs.

Kristen let out a screech and struggled but not too hard. Jack slapped the inside of her thighs again. With a big grin on his face, Jack sauntered over to Cameron.

“She’s perfect, Cam.” Jack touched his shoulder. “Two hours. I’ll be in my office.”

“Thanks, buddy.”

Jack ambled from the dungeon. Cameron slipped off his shirt and shoes before padding over to Kristen.

Kristen’s chest shook with each breath she took. Her head swiveled back and forth, trying to figure out what where Cameron was. He was a sneaky man. She’d been so frightened when they’d been pulled over and put in the back of the police vehicle. When he reminded her about her fantasy, she finally had been able to breathe without fear.

“So sweet,” Cameron whispered, keeping his voice deep to confuse her. “I can’t wait to play with those nipples and that pretty pink pussy I see, peeking out behind the thong.”

“Let me go.” She wiggled again in her bonds. She was going to make a good show of this.

“You’re mine, sweetheart. Mine to play with, mine to enjoy, mine to keep.” Cameron’s voice wavered as if he turned away from her. “First things first.”

Cold metal touched her shoulder. Her bra strap loosened and then fell. Then his fingers were at her back. He undid the fastening, and the fabric fell away.

Her nipples grew harder in the cool room, and her skin grew warm. She was getting turned on. “You blush so nicely and these pretty, rosy nipples.” He tweaked one between his thumb and forefinger.

“Ohhh.” Her breath left her in a rush as arousal filled her body.

“You like that?”

“No, I don’t. You pervert.” Remember to play your part.

“Ah, watch your mouth.” He playfully slapped her breast.

“Ouch,” she cried out, but he hadn’t hit her hard enough to hurt her, just to sting.

“I have to taste you.” He bent down and drew one nipple into his mouth.

She squirmed in her bonds. He playfully bit down on the nub before moving to her other breast and giving it the same treatment. When he was done, her breathing was choppy, and all her nerves were alive, waiting for more.

“Are you ready for more?” he asked, not bothering to disguise his voice this time.

“Yes, Sir.” Kristen couldn’t wait to find out what Cameron was going to do to her. At the beginning, fear had overwhelmed her. It wasn’t until Cameron had talked to her about this morning and about her safewords that she remembered her fantasy. A kidnapping fantasy.

Once her fear had receded, she’d relaxed into the scene and put up mock struggles. She wondered who the other guy was, because she knew it wasn’t Cameron. Cameron’s touch was softer, more sure of himself. The other person had been hesitant and his skin rougher than Cameron’s.

A shiver ran up her spine as Cameron’s fingers curved around her hips. Cold metal against her skin had her sucking in a breath. With a swish of metal scissors, her thong was cut from her body.

Now, she was naked before him. Okay, she needed to make this good. “Oh no, please, Sir.” She wiggled her legs as if trying to get out of her bonds. The cool air caressed her pussy, making it tingle.

“Please what?” His voice was close to her ear.

“Please don’t hurt me, Sir.”

“Oh, I have no intention of harming one hair on this pretty little head.” His heat disappeared.

She waited and listened but didn’t hear anything. The chair she was sitting in began to rise, and she let out a cry.

“Easy.” Cameron’s voice was nearby. “I’m just getting you in position.”

“For what?” Damn, she wished she could see. Where the hell were they? She tried to use her shoulder to nudge the blindfold away. A slap to her inside thigh had her jerking her head up.

“Leave the blindfold alone. I can’t have you identifying me to the authorities.”

“But they’ve already seen you.” She let out a giggle.

“That was a friend. He’ll never tell on me.” The chair jerked to a stop.

Kristen just hoped the chair was well anchored. She didn’t want to topple over.