Free Cellar Door by Suzanne Steele Page A

cure for me, baby. I’m a sexual deviant. As the Lady says, I was born this way. Now if you’re looking for some nice, tidy explanation of why I get off on tying a woman down and fucking her until she’s screaming out my name, until she’s lying in a pool of our combined juices as they drip from her aching pussy? Well, then here goes…
    “You see, I’ve been protecting you from the man who’s following you. He’s obsessed with you. He wants to kill you. But I won’t let that happen.” I can tell she’s overwhelmed by the information, so I attempt to clarify. “Do you remember a few years back, the serial killer the press dubbed ‘The Riddler’?”
    “Yes,” she scowls, “I think I remember something about that. He killed women and cut them up and left their…body parts…”
    Her voice trails off as she looks up at me in horror and tries to pull away from me. Now I simply can’t have that , so I work quickly to reassure her that I’m the good guy here.
    “No, no, no, shhhh…I’m not The Riddler. He’s my twin brother. I know, I know,” I say in response to her wide-eyed expression, “it came as a shock to me as well. You see, you were supposed to be his next victim but he ran out of time. Got himself arrested. So you two have unfinished business, it seems. Only now, he has a little fucking minion doing his bidding.
    “I’m guessing the man who attacked you injected you with chlordiazepoxide. It rendered you unconscious and, therefore, completely compliant. Lucky for you, it left you with no memory of the attack. Unlucky for him , I hit him over the head with a brick I found in the alley. Then I brought you here,” I conclude with a soft smile, more than ready to accept her gratitude for my heroic efforts.
    “I don’t understand,” she says as she shakes her head. “What were you doing in the alley?”
    “I was there to claim you, to protect you from the man who wants to kill you.”
    “So you were waiting for me, too, to kidnap me. Are you nuts or something?”
    I smile down at her indulgently, although she is beginning to try my patience. “Well, for now, let’s go with the or something . That is…until we get to know each other better.”
    “I don’t plan on getting to know you or your crazy family.”
    “We’ll see about that.”
    “Well, I see your arrogance isn’t limited to your abilities as a surgeon, but extends to your sad excuse for a personal life as well.”
    “My confidence in my abilities is well deserved, I assure you. As far as my personal life goes, normally this is all just pretend. My playmates and I understand that none of it’s real. Well, usually,” I whisper, my voice trailing off as memories of Claudia’s psychological distress seep into my mind. I clear my throat to continue, “They just never know when it would happen. The element of surprise added to the sexual tension and provided an unpredictable quality to our…activities.”
    “Are you telling me there are women who enjoy being kidnapped?”
    “Not only do they enjoy it, they crave it: the thrill of surrender, of being manhandled and taken with brutal force. And, judging by your breathing and the way your pupils are dilating, I’d say you’re more intrigued with the idea than you realize.”
    “That’s none of your business!” she sputters.
    “Everything about you is my business now, because I’ve made it my business.”
    “You’re the most arrogant son of a bitch I’ve ever met.”
    “That I am, dear—that I am. But I’m also the only reason you’re alive.”
    Her eyes narrow as she asks incredulously, “So I’m in more danger away from you than with you?!?”
    “Oh, kitten… Now, that’s debatable, truly,” I chuckle. “But I have no plans to kill you so I suppose, in a sense, you are safer here with me.” I stroke the pad of my thumb against her jugular, reveling in the frantic heartbeat that pulses there. I close my eyes and smile smugly when it slows in response to my