Leigh woke up in the dark.

That was unusual. She usually let herself sleep in on Saturdays, waking up when the sun finally shone through the blinds.

Also, her head was heavy, and she felt groggy as soon as she opened her eyes, like she had a particularly bad hangover. Which didn’t make any kind of sense.

Something else didn’t make sense. She had opened her eyes. Yet it was still dark.

She tried to move, and found her arms to be trapped somehow. She could move them a couple of inches, but that was it. Same with her legs, she realized.

Leigh felt the beginnings of panic taking over her. Her chest heaved, and her heart thumped inside her chest. She had no idea how she’d gotten there, or indeed where she was. Or — and this worried her more than anything else somehow — who had taken her.

Then she caught herself. Panicking wouldn’t do her any good. She’d scream and cry for help if need be, but there was no telling what her situation actually was, so that could actually make things worse. Leigh took a deep breath. Then another, then another, deliberately exerting control over her breathing. Her heart still felt like a jackhammer, but at least she felt more in control now. It was important to remain in control, and figure out what had happened, where she was, and why. Then she’d decide what to do, depending on her ability to do it, or lack thereof.

She still couldn’t see anything, and in fact, she now realized she had some sort of soft fabric covering her eyes, which meant that she had to rely on her other senses to get her through this. So, first things first. Could she get free? She pulled her arms down, just to get a feel for her restraints. Wood creaked above her head. Okay, considering how mattress-like the surface under her body felt, the wood thing was probably a bed board. It wasn’t impossible to break free if she really pushed for it, then — she did weight training regularly enough to be sure of her strength — but there was the possibility that she’d hurt her wrists before that happened. Then again, her restraints didn’t feel like rope. They were soft, even comfortable against her skin. She next tried moving her legs, and came to the exact same conclusions.

So, wherever she was, she was tied up with comfortable restraints on what felt like a comfortable bed. So comfortable, in fact, that the sheets against her skin felt smooth as silk. In fact, they felt exactly like silk.

For a brief moment, she was less scared. Whoever had taken her had made sure she wasn’t hurt, or would hurt herself. That was good, right?

No. No, it wasn’t. Because that’s when Leigh realized she could feel the silk sheets on her skin. All over her skin.

Which meant she had no clothes on.

And getting taken by someone while she slept, then tied up in a bed with no clothes on… That didn’t bode well for her. At all.

The chill of panic crept up her spine again, so she went back to controlling her breathing. It didn’t matter how bad the situation was, she told herself. Panic never helps.

Back to putting the puzzle together, then. What had happened last night?

Nothing. Nothing special. As usual, she’d laid down on the couch with a book and her glass of red wine. Except… She didn’t remember going to bed. She always remembered that, because she never let herself fall asleep on the couch. As soon as she felt drowsy, Leigh always got up and went to bed.

That obviously hadn’t happened last night. Which meant that she was probably drugged somehow. But how? All she had was the red wine. In fact, it was a new bottle, given to her on that very day by her friend and boss Brock. And she had it with her all day, there was no way that anyone had tampered with it.

So… Could Brock had done this to her? Drugged her wine, broken into her house, and then dragged her here, wherever here was?

No. Never. She had known him for years, and trusted him with her life. He was part of the Pushers Club, same as her. He wouldn’t break their promise.

So something else had clearly happened. But since she couldn’t understand what, she tried focusing on something else. Her senses, instead of her memory. She knew about the restraints, the bed, the sheets, the blindfold and her state of undress. What else could she figure out about her surroundings without relying on her sight?

Surprisingly, she found herself unable to hold back an ironic titter. In different circumstances, this had all the makings of the night of her life. In these, well. For all she knew, it could mean the last night of her life. But she hoped not.

Back to the puzzle, then. She sniffed the air. There was a hint of something familiar, but she couldn’t make out what it was. No other scents were noticeable, so she shifted her focus to what she heard.

There was water outside. She heard the soft rustle of the sea shifting. Then she noticed a slight rocking of the bed, except it wasn’t the bed, it was the room itself.

She was on a boat.

Suddenly, a noise came from somewhere beyond the bottom of the bed, the clanking of a key being turned in a lock, followed by the soft whoosh of a door opening slowly. Fresh air caressed the bottom of her feet, and the familiar smell became more intense, but she still couldn’t quite place it.

Then someone walked into the room, treading softly. Maybe they didn’t want to wake her. Leigh figured it didn’t much matter.

“Look, I have no idea what you want with me,” she said, her voice trembling more than she would have liked, “but you’re not going to get away with this. People will notice I’m gone. In fact, my friends have probably gone to the police right now, I bet they’re already looking for me. So just, just, let me go, and I’ll forget all about this, okay? You can still walk away from this.”

She felt someone move closer to her, and a shiver went up her spine. She’d held back her panic for too long, and despite trying to look brave, she was anything but. In fact, Leigh was pretty sure she would crack any moment now.

A hand lay softly on her thigh. It was a man’s hand, big and calloused. She jolted, trying to escape from it, but her limited movements didn’t let her do much other than try to shake the hand away.

“Relax,” the stranger said in a muffled voice.

Like the smell, Leigh couldn’t recognize it, but it seemed familiar.

Then it all clicked in her head, and despite herself, she felt her whole body relax.

“Jonas, cut it out. I know it’s you, okay? Let me go.”

She heard the man sigh.

“How did you know?” he said, giving up trying to disguise his voice.

“You smell of Burberry Brit and oranges.” She almost laughed when she said it. “Who else could it be?”

Jonas sighed. “I knew I should’ve skipped breakfast.”

“Well, if you hadn’t, I’d be panicking right about now. Though I don’t mind admitting… Jonas, what is this? What’s going on?”

“Don’t be scared, Leigh. You’ll be fine, I swear.”

“You drug me, take me from my home, blindfold me, tie me up God knows where, and you don’t want me to be scared? Jonas, you know I love you to bits, but that would terrify anyone. Including me. So would you please cut it out and untie me?”

No answer.

“Jonas?”

Again, he said nothing.

“Jonas, please. You’re scaring me, for real. Don’t do this.”

“Sorry,” he said finally. “I was just taking in the sight of you.”

Then Leigh realized that in trying to escape his touch, she’d shuffled away the sheets. She was fully exposed to him.

Another chill crossed her spine, but this one wasn’t completely unpleasant.

“I really am sorry, Leigh. I’ll let you go, and explain everything. Just answer one question first. Do you trust me?”

“What?” Leigh asked. Was he serious?

“Do you trust me?” Jonas repeated. “Do you know how much I care for you, and how I’d never do anything to hurt you?”

She let out a nervous laugh.

“You know, I think I’d have had a very different answer to that yesterday. For some reason.”

“I get that. I do. But the question stands, Leigh, and I need an answer. Do you trust me?”

“Jonas, will you let me out already?” she shouted, pulling at her restraints. “Jesus, what are you playing at here?”

“I’ll explain soon. And if you want, if you really want, I will let you out. But since you didn’t answer my first question, let me try another. Do you remember this last New Year’s Eve? The party at Brock’s?”

Instantly, Leigh’s body froze and tightened. Heat started growing within her lower abdomen, but she tried to ignore it. Suddenly, everything made sense.

“Leigh?” Jonas insisted.

She sighed.

“I remember, Jonas. I do. But I’ve been trying really hard to forget what happened that night.”

“Forget it?” Jonas asked. “Why?”

Leigh grunted. He really didn’t get it?

“Because it almost ruined our friendship, Jonas. Then again, considering you’re doing a pretty good job of it yourself right now, maybe I shouldn’t have bothered.”

“Well, I haven’t forgotten it,” he said, ignoring her tone. “I remember everything. Very clearly, very vividly. And I don’t want to forget it. Ever. Because just thinking about it makes me so hard I usually have to run to the bathroom to relieve myself.”

A gasp escaped Leigh’s lips. The image of Jonas standing in some bathroom, hard cock in hand, jerking off while thinking of her, was now imprinted in her mind. She tried to delete it, but failed. The fact that she was blindfolded only made the mental image more vivid.

She wished it didn’t make her feel warm inside.

“I haven’t been with anyone else since that night,” Jonas said.

“Really?” Leigh said, her voice lower than she would like it to be.

“Really. I tried, trust me. But I can’t get interested in anybody else. They all feel empty and wrong. So I’m done. I don’t want anybody else anymore.”

“Jonas, I’m flattered by your stiffies, I really am. But we’ve been friends for so long. I don’t want to risk our friendship just because we made a mistake.”

“Oh, but it wasn’t a mistake.”

“Yes, it most definitely was.”

“No, it wasn’t. Tell me you didn’t enjoy it, Leigh.” His fingers lightly touched her leg, caressing it.

She shivered. “Jonas…”

“Tell me you don’t get wet when you think of that night.”

The bed creaked, and Leigh felt it bend a little to accommodate a weight to her side. He had apparently sat down next to her. Jonas was still caressing her leg, his whole hand now going up and down, each time getting nearer to her thigh.

Leigh felt herself breathing faster.

“I want to make all your fantasies real, Leigh. Remember those?” His hand finally reached her thigh. Leigh cursed herself for wishing he’d move it higher, and hoped he didn’t notice the wetness pooling between her legs. “All of them. They can become reality. All you have to do is let me make them come true for you. So just say you’ll let me.”

She tried. She tried saying yes, but whatever she said came out so garbled she couldn’t make it out herself. And she didn’t care. Her heart was thumping inside her chest, and she felt her chest rise with her deep breaths.

Jonas must have taken that as an invitation, because a second later his tongue flicked her nipple, making her gasp.

She could’ve said no. She should’ve said no. But she didn’t want to anymore. He was making her the proverbial offer she couldn’t refuse, and as his lips enveloped and sucked on her hard nipple, she no longer saw any reason why she should.

Then his hand finally climbed up her thigh, touching her wetness.

“Oh, God…” she moaned, involuntarily opening her legs.

His finger rubbed the outside of her lips for a bit, just enough to make her want more, then suddenly left her alone. For a moment, she wondered why, until she heard a slurp.

“God, I missed that taste,” Jonas said, then touched her down there again. This time, he didn’t take more than a second to go straight to her clit. The heat inside her grew. “So what do you say? All the pleasure in the world, all your deepest, darkest desires. Everything you want and deserve. I can make it all come true for you.”

“Jonas… God… Yes…”

She almost heard him smile.

“Good. You have no idea how happy that makes me, Leigh.” She felt him bend over her leg, and his finger was soon replaced by his tongue.”

“Yeah… God, yeah…” She bit her lower lip, trying not to beg, but her moans did it for her. His breath was warm down there, and his tongue was just hard enough. She was getting wetter by the second.

Then, all of a sudden, he stopped.

“Wha—”

“There’s a condition, Leigh.”

“What the fuck? Jonas, come on…”

“You have to do everything I say, and submit completely. Until I let you go, you have to be completely mine.”

Leigh tried to think, and failed. It was too much. She had gone from scared to intrigued to lustful in too brief a time. She couldn’t think, because all her mind had been taken over by one word. More.

Jonas bent down again, and went back to work, his tongue alternating between massaging her clit and lapping at her wetness. She moaned loudly now, no longer caring about anything else. All she wanted was pleasure, both in this moment and the pleasure he was offering her for the future.

“So?” he said between licks.

“What?” she said between moans.

“Are.” Lick. “You.” Lick. “Mine.”

She moved her pelvis, pushing herself into his face and muffling his words. The words were pointless, Leigh had a better use for his mouth. But he moved away and got off the bed. Then she felt a tug on the back of her head, and her eyesight returned. The light was too strong at first, but when she finally managed to open her eyes, Jonas was standing beside her.

He was shirtless, so his shape was on full display.

She found herself wanting him more and more.

“Look at me, Leigh.”

“I am.”

He smiled, and moved back between her legs.

“Okay, then keep looking at me. Right into my eyes.”

Then he dove back down, his tongue twirling around her clit while his finger fucked her with an urgency that shook her to her core. The waves of pleasure emanated from her pussy, rippling within her.

Their eyes were locked on each other’s. And as the waves turned into an eruption, as her whole body contorted and spasmed, forcing the restraints to their limits, Leigh screamed.

“Yes!” she said as she surrendered to what had to be one of the strongest orgasms she’d ever had. “Yes! I’m yours! Fuck, I’m so yours!”

He didn’t stop eating her out, not until her orgasm subsided. Only then, his eyes still on hers, did he get off the bed and moved to untie her.

Only one word passed his smiling lips.

“Good.”