Free Knot Intended by Karenna Colcroft

being tied up so I can use you however the fuck I want.”
    “I…” Nolie wet her lips. He shook her chin roughly. “Answer me. Do you like this? Are you so turned on you want to jump on my dick and ride me until you scream?”
    “Yes,” Nolie whispered.
    “I don’t think I heard you. Did you just say yes?” Joseph bent closer. His warm, coffee-scented breath filled Nolie’s nose and soothed her. Even when he was acting like a mean old bad guy, Joseph couldn’t go without his coffee.
    Nolie raised her voice slightly. “Yes.”
    “Hah.” Joseph straightened, releasing Nolie’s chin, and glared down at her. “I knew you were a nasty little slut the moment I saw you. No wonder you didn’t fight back when I snatched you. You probably wanted this the whole time, didn’t you?”
    Nolie simply looked at him, so angry and aroused she didn’t trust herself to speak.
    His face twisted in another sneer, Joseph swatted Nolie’s thigh. She yelped and immediately bit her lip.
    If her outburst annoyed Joseph, he didn’t give any sign. “Didn’t you want me to play with you?”
    “I don’t know.” Nolie swallowed. Her mouth was too dry, and she didn’t dare ask him for water. Hopefully soon he would realize she needed something to drink, or she would have to either disobey the rules or break character to make the request. “I don’t know what I thought would happen.”
    That was the truth, at least. Once Joseph had broken the window, all bets had been off. He was obsessive about keeping the house in good shape. The Joseph she knew wouldn’t deliberately damage anything, especially in a way that would cost money to repair. If she couldn’t count on that, she couldn’t count on any predictions she might make about his behavior.
    It was exciting as hell.
    “I didn’t ask what you thought would happen, bitch.” Joseph leaned over her again, his hands on the back of the chair. Even if she hadn’t been tied, she wouldn’t have been able to get free now, not with his arms imprisoning her.
    “I’m sorry,” she said without realizing she was going to speak.
    “Then answer my fucking question.” He put a hand on the side of her neck. “I asked what you wanted. Did you want me to strip you? Play with you?” He ran his finger down to her pussy and flicked her swollen clit.
    Nolie moaned, and triumph filled Joseph’s gaze. “Did you want me to fuck you?” he said hoarsely.
    “I don’t know!” Nolie squeezed her eyes closed, then took a deep breath. She wanted to admit how fired up she was by Joseph’s actions and words but didn’t dare. Aside from not wanting to tell her “kidnapper” she yearned for his touch and for his cock inside her, she was afraid to tell her husband. She could only imagine what kind of person he would think her if he realized her reaction to their game.
    She knew Joseph wouldn’t judge her. He hadn’t judged when she’d told him the fantasy, and obviously he expected her to be stimulated by the reality. He was the one causing her reactions. He couldn’t be disturbed by them. He wanted her heated and wet and desperate for him. But her anxiety about the possibility he might be disgusted or angered by her desire wasn’t rational enough for her to reason her way out of it.
    Joseph hesitated and rested his hand on Nolie’s thigh for a moment. She swallowed hard and nodded to let him know she was ready to go on with their play. Her husband was there, waiting to fuck her, and she refused to let being afraid interfere with that.
    “Don’t lie to me, slut,” he said slowly, looking at her face.
    Nolie pressed her lips together and merely met his gaze.
    Apparently encouraged, Joseph went on. “I can tell you want this by the way you’re looking at me. Sweet, innocent brown eyes, but there’s a whore behind them, isn’t there? You love the idea of fucking me. I probably could have bent you over the car in your driveway and taken you right then and there, and you wouldn’t