Debt

One minute I'm coming out of work from a 48 hour shift at the hospital and the next thing I know, I'm being pulled into a dark van. My kidnapper placed a towel over my face and soon, darkness. When I awake, I'm tied to a chair in an empty room. No one is around, just me. My heart is pounding in fear, wondering why me. What did I do to deserve this? Who are these people? I wiggle my wrists, cringing as the cable ties bite into my skin. "H...hello" I call out as tears begin to cascade down my cheeks. Suddenly, I hear footsteps approaching. They are hard and heavy, each step signaling authority. When the door opens, my eyes widen at the man entering. He looks in his early thirties with a tailored designer suit. His black hair is slicked back and his eyes are hazel. They are almost haunting. "Alyssa, do you know who I am?" He leans over into my face, smoothing back my blonde hair, his breath smelling slightly of alcohol. I shake my head. "No, please don't hurt me." I bite my lip trying to stop my tears but they continue to fall. The man's eyes soften a bit but not much. "I'm not going to hurt you as long as you tell me everything I need to know. Understand?" I nod. "Yes." He stands up straight. "My name is Logan McCall. I work with your fiancé." I blink hard. What does this have to do with Alex? He just proposed to me two weeks ago on our 2 year anniversary. He works for a large corporation, but I've never heard of this man. "Why are you doing this? I've never heard of you." I twist my wrists, only to clench my fists when the tie digs harder. "Of course, you've never heard of me. Your fiancé owes me $332,000 for a bad deal. He hasn't been returning my calls so I had to go to the next best thing." He frowns at his own words making me gasp softly. What the hell is Alex into? why does he owe this man so much money? Logan takes his jacket off and lays it across another chair. I watch as he undoes the buttons on his sleeve before rolling them up his forearm. Logan oozes authority and danger. Everything about him says, approach at your own risk. "Mr. McCall, I'm sorry that he owes you that debt, but I don't know what it has to do with me. I don't have that kind of money." On my nursing salary, I would never have that much. "I know you don't but I want to make a deal." He leans over again, this time his face closer to mine. "I will kill your fiancé tonight unless we can come to an agreement." I breathe slowly against his mouth and he groans so softly that I barely hear it through the ringing in my ears. I look down at his lips and his tongue runs across his bottom lip. "Would you like to save his life, Alyssa?" His hand lands on my thigh and I gasp at his touch. Finally making eye contact with Logan, I take a deep breath. "What do you want?" Do I really want to know the answer? A smug smirk appears on his face. "I want you." My breathing becomes shallow at his answer. He wants me! Am I even equivalent to that much money? I shake my head. "No, I can't. I won't. Just let me go!" I close my eyes just wanting to go home but when I hear the c*****g of a gun, my eyes shoot open in fear. Logan sits the gun on my lap. "If I let you go, he will die. I will go into your house and kill him while making you watch. You'll never tell because I have eyes everywhere. You will live with his death for the rest of your life" "Please, stop!" I scream in frustration. I frown as tears run rapidly down my face. "Get it off of me!". "Excuse me?" Logan mumbles. "I said, get this f*****g gun off of me, now!" I move my leg trying to get the cold hard piece off but Logan grabs it before it hits the floor. "A feisty little kitten with a dirty mouth. I can definitely put that mouth of yours to great use." Out of desperation, I squeeze my hand out of the ties, ignoring the pain of nearly dislocating my thumb. While Logan's back is turned to me, I jump towards the door but it's locked. I jiggle the knob forcefully, yelling for help, but it's no use. Turning around, I lean against the door. "Why me? Why this agreement?" Sitting the gun on the chair with his jacket, he comes over to me, gently pressing his body into mine. I try to push him away but he grips my wrists, slamming them into the door. The roughness causes my core to clench and I know my juices will be flowing if he keeps this up. Sensing my reaction, Logan smirks. "I used to see you come to visit him all the time. You would have on a tight dress, showing off your sexy ass and curves. I would know what you were visiting for. Every Thursday you'd visit Alex and f**k him in his office. When you emerged from the room, you would be pulling your dress down or fixing your hair but I also notice that you never look satisfied. Why is that?" Logan presses his body against mine and I immediately feel his hard c**k pressing against me. My nerves are running wild in my stomach. I've never been handled like this before. I've never had a man talk to the way Logan is. Something about it makes me yearn for him, but I know this is wrong. When I don't answer, his hand runs through my hair, gripping hard. He yanks my hair, making me look up at him. "Answer me. Tell me, did he satisfy you, make you come over and over?" I whimper. "No." I press my thighs together trying to suppress the building desire coming from my aching cunt. Alex was my first and I've always had ill thoughts about the way s*x was supposed to feel, never understanding why my friends spoke so highly when I could barely get an orgasm. I want nothing more than to submit to him, but I can't. I'm engaged for Christ's sake, but I can't deny that half the time I would visit Alex, he would rush through the s*x just to get back to work, leaving me without any pleasure. I only did it to spice up our relationship, but it never really worked. It was dull and I wanted more. I thought that since I love him, then s*x didn't matter as much, so I said yes when he asked for my hand in marriage. The thoughts in my head swim around trying to take in all this information and I begin to feel dizzy. My knees give out and I close my eyes but Logan's arm snakes around my waist, pressing into my back. His lips brush across my jaw and I nearly moan. I fight the clenching in my aching p***y as his hand slides up the side of my shirt. "Please." I whisper, feeling Logan closer than ever. "Just say yes and all this can be over." I press my hands against his rock hard chest and open my eyes to him, looking at me intensely. Everything about him is different from Alex....and....I want him. My panties begin to soak as his body heat awakens my core. If I say yes, will I be doing it for the love of my Fiancé or just for my own selfish need to come? At this moment, I don't really care. I slide my hand down his chest and onto my stomach. He watches, licking his lips as I lower my fingers to the drawstring on my nursing scrubs, tugging them loose. I look up at him, biting my lip. "Take me." I whisper and a hungry groan rumbles in his throat.