The pounding in her head felt like elephants were stomping along inside her brain. She groaned as the pain increased behind her eyes. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to remember when she would have drunk so much to have one hell of a headache.
She licked her dry lips, but found her tongue practically stuck to the roof of her mouth. She opened her eyes and tried to stretch, but her arms and legs wouldn’t move.
“What the hell?” she gasped. She frantically looked around, finding herself in an unfamiliar bedroom. The walls were made of large wooden logs. It was a simple room that had electricity, and not much else. Standard bedroom furniture, with a chair in the corner, decorated the room. It looked as if she were in a cabin, but how the hell did she get here? She glanced over at the windows, and the light from the moon shined through the open curtains.
How long was she out?
The last thing she remembered was leaving Tori flirting with the EMT’s and wanting to go in and see the damage done to her apartment. Tori told her it was bad, but she had needed to see it for herself. She remembered walking along the side of the ambulance when someone grabbed her from behind. There was a struggle, something covered her face, then there was darkness.
She discovered thick ropes bound her wrists and ankles. She tugged, but she didn’t have much leeway. She looked down at herself and found the clothes she was wearing earlier were gone. Instead, she was dressed in nothing but a silk black nightie that stopped mid-thigh.
Fear penetrated her soul as she began to fight the ropes, trying to free herself. She bit back a cry, trying to remain silent. She didn’t want to alert her captor that she was awake. The smell of fresh raspberries filled the air. She paused and sniffed.
Did they wash her?
Oh God, she chanted in her mind as she tugged harder. The contents of her stomach threatened to emerge as she thought of a stranger doing something as intimate as bathing her while she was unconscious. Tears filled her eyes as the skin around her wrists began to burn, but the rope refused to budge.
“Oh, honey, don’t do that. You’re going to hurt yourself,” a voice spoke up from the doorway. She froze in disbelief.
No.
Her heart raced as she turned and met the eyes of Lydia Allen.
What. The. Fuck.
She stared, dumbstruck, at her secretary as she walked into the room, just as calm as could be, dressed in a matching nightgown.
“Lydia, what are you doing?” She was finally able to gain her wits back as Lydia moved closer to the bed.
“I’m sure you got all my pictures, and the present.” Lydia smiled as she sat on the edge of the bed. “You’re highly intelligent. Put two and two together.”
Penny swallowed hard. All this time, she had assumed it was a man stalking her, a man demanding that she was to be theirs. Following her. Knowing her favorite spots. Hacking her email account. Taking her pictures. Sending the anal plug that was carefully wrapped with a note.
No, it was a woman the whole time. One who knew almost everything about her.
“Why?” What was this woman going to do to her? She sent a prayer out that Drake would be able to find her.
“How else was I to get your attention?” Lydia’s smile disappeared as anger rippled across her face. “You’ve never looked at me. All the boyfriends you’ve had, and not one of them worked out. You had me in front of you all this time, willing to be with you, to do whatever you wanted, but no. You didn’t even look my way.”
“What are you talking about? I see you everyday at work.” She tried to play dumb and keep her talking. She needed to find a way to stall whatever Lydia had planned so that she could find a way to escape.
“No, you didn’t!” Lydia cried out. Standing from the bed, she began to pace. Her agitation was evident as her hands flew through the air as she spoke. “You never looked at me like a woman. Sure, as a friend, a coworker even, but never as a woman you could love. I worked out faithfully to make sure my body was attractive for you. I bought the sexiest outfits I could find to wear to work, hoping to get your attention, but you never looked at me! We will be so good together. I promise.”
Penny’s body trembled as she stared at the woman she had called a friend. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, and she knew she would have to tread lightly. She didn’t want to escalate Lydia any further and cause her to do something that she would regret.
“I’m sorry, Lydia, I didn’t know. You know I’ve been working really hard and a ton of hours. I never know if I’m coming or going.” She sighed, putting on an Oscar-worthy performance. She knew she needed to keep Lydia calm if she was going to escape. Penny would have to feed into this fantasy that Lydia cooked up.
“I know you have, and I admire it so much. They worked you too hard at Med-Well. It’s no wonder you’re leaving.” Lydia stopped pacing and her face softened as she smiled at Penny. Penny held back her relief as she saw that her acting skills were winning the woman over. She just needed Lydia to calm down, trust her, and then she could get free and run for her life.
“I see you now. I was a fool.” She continued her act with a small smile. “Your gown is pretty.”
“Isn’t it?” Lydia twirled around to show it off, while smoothing the material against her frame. A memory flashed before Penny’s eyes of the night that Penny noticed Lydia’s new red dress, and how Lydia had gotten excited that she had noticed it. “We’re twins.”
“Yeah, they’re beautiful,” she murmured, quickly running out of conversation to keep Lydia calm. How the hell was she going to save herself? “Um, did you wash me when I was sleeping?”
She had a funny feeling she should avoid the term ‘unconscious,’ for fear that Lydia would go off on a tangent.
“Yes. I figured that Drake character was just another one of your boy toys that wouldn’t last. I could tell by the way he was looking and touching you, that you had slept with him. I didn’t want the first time I tasted you to smell or taste like him. He’s left bruises all over your body, and even a bite mark. That’s no way for you to be treated. ”
Her heart jumped in her throat at the woman’s words. She officially felt violated with the thoughts of the woman taking advantage of her while she was unconscious.
“Lydia, did you—”
“Of course not, silly.” Lydia giggled, shaking her head. Penny was still strung tight as her stomach filled with fear.
“I just washed you. Oh, believe me, I was tempted. Your pussy looked as delicious as I imagined, but I resisted. I want our first time together to be special, and you would have to be awake,” Lydia scoffed as she sat back on the edge of the bed, as if bathing an unconscious person was normal. Her face softened as she gazed upon Penny. “I’ve never wanted to be with a woman until you. Your pretty pussy was practically begging for my tongue. I can’t wait to dip my tongue inside of you.”
This woman was officially out of her mind.
“Lydia, I thought you dated men? I didn’t know you were bi-sex—”
“I’m not. At least I wasn’t until you. I thought you were so beautiful and smart when you first started working at Med-Well. I loved that you kicked all the men’s asses when the sales reports would come out,” Lydia began, scooting closer to Penny.
Penny’s stomach churned as the woman moved closer to her. She tried not to flinch as Lydia brushed her hair away from her face. Her touch was gentle as she tucked the hair behind her ear. Penny stared at the woman. They were approximately the same size. How the hell did she carry Penny to and from her car and get her out of her clothes all by herself?
“But then you walked around the office in those sexy power suits and tight dresses, showing off your curves and your sexy legs. God, how I loved when you wore dresses that showed off your breasts. I never thought I would be a breast girl, but yours, I would sit at my desk and daydream about them. Everything about you turned me on. You had me aroused almost every time you smiled at me. I can’t even tell you how many times, when you were away on business, I would go into your office, lock the door and get myself off at your desk.” Lydia giggled as she trailed her fingers along Penny’s face.
God, I don’t know if you’re listening, but if you are, please send Drake to me, she prayed silently to herself. She knew that it would be a miracle if he showed up, guns blazing, to rescue her.
“God, I can’t even believe that I’m telling you this. I eventually started keeping a vibrator at work so I could slip into your office and use it on myself.” Lydia giggled again, as if they were just two girls at a slumber party, telling their darkest secrets.
Penny fought not to move. Lydia was sick. She needed help. She swallowed hard and sat still. She didn’t want to give Lydia a reason to get angry. She had to keep her talking.
“I imagined one day, being able to rub my naked nipples up against yours. Want to see mine? Here, look at them.” Lydia sat back and pushed the thin straps of her gown down to allow her naked breasts to come into view. Her face lit up with the hope of pleasing Penny. “Just having you look at my naked titties is making me wet for you.”
Penny cursed internally, not knowing what to say, but to look as Lydia bid. She jerked her head in a nod as Lydia held her breasts in her hands to display them for Penny, and waited for her approval.
“They’re pretty,” Penny’s croaked as she cleared her throat. Hell, the woman could get butt naked for all she cared, as long as she didn’t try to touch her.
“I knew you’d think so.” Lydia smiled at Penny’s approval. “I just knew that once I got you alone and we could spend time together, you would come to love me as much as I love you.”
Penny’s eyes widened at the woman’s confession.
Drake! Please hurry, she cried silently to herself as she watched Lydia take the nightie off, leaving her naked. It was crazy to believe that he would be able to hear her, but she held onto the hope that he could.
“You love me?” she asked in disbelief as Lydia jumped from the bed. She grabbed the oversized chair from the corner of the room and pushed it near the bed.
“I’ve loved you so much that it hurt whenever you didn’t notice me,” Lydia admitted, moving to sit naked in the chair. Anger flashed on her face for a brief moment, before clearing. She propped her legs up on the arms of the chair to give Penny a front row seat to the show she was about to put on. “But that’s in the past. Now we’re alone, and I just know you’re going to love me. I want to do something that’s been a fantasy of mine. I’ve always dreamt of pleasuring myself in front of you.”
Penny’s thoughts flew to over the past few years, and the selfies they would take together. She had always thought the pictures were just harmless fun whenever they were bored at work, out to lunch, or at company functions. She closed her eyes at her stupidity. Why didn’t she suspect Lydia? Here she was, thinking it had been Nolan or an ex-boyfriend.
“Penny,” Lydia moaned low. Penny’s eyes flew open to the sight of Lydia fingering herself. She tried to close her eyes tight, but the woman’s groans filled the air. “Look at me, Penny.”
“Lydia, this is happening too fast,” she groaned, turning her eyes to the woman. She was reaching for anything to get Lydia to stop what she was doing.
“It’s been five whole years for me. Five years of me lusting after you, knowing that you were sleeping with those men. I bet you’d like my pussy better than their cocks.” Lydia gasped as she thrust her finger deep within her folds. Penny looked away at the ceiling, tears filling her eyes. “I’ve waited for the moment we could be together.”
Drake.
The memory of him carefully licking her wound came to mind. Even though she was horrified at first that he bit her, he took such gentle care of her to help it heal.
“Look at me!” Lydia shouted, jumping up from her chair. Penny heard her snatch the nightstand drawer open, and her head flew to the side as she watched in horror as Lydia pulled a little handgun from the drawer. It was silver, with a pearl handle, and fit perfectly in the palm of her hand.
“Okay, honey. I’m looking at you. Show me how much you love me,” Penny croaked at the sight of the gun. She willed the other woman to put the weapon down.
“That’s better. I didn’t want it to come to this,” Lydia mumbled as she sat back down on the chair. Penny bit her lip to keep from crying as she watched the woman resume her position in the chair. Her eyes remained on Penny as she began to play with herself again. She leaned back in the chair, her head falling back as she rubbed her clitoris.
A wolf’s howl echoed outside the cabin. Penny’s heart slammed in her chest; she recognized that howl. She’d heard it start a beautiful wolf symphony.
Drake.
He’d found her. She knew that he would rescue her.
“What the hell? We usually don’t get wolves in these parts.” Lydia paused her performance and sat up in the chair, dropping her feet to the floor. She stood, grabbed her nightgown and tossed it on. She grabbed her pistol and headed out of the room, pausing in the doorway. “Don’t move, baby. I’ll be right back.”
Right. Where would I go when you have me strung up tighter than a Thanksgiving turkey, waiting to get dipped into the turkey fryer? Penny thought to herself.
Penny’s head fell back against the pillow with relief. Her body relaxed as much as it could, knowing that Drake was near. Drake would rescue her and get her the hell out of here.