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  Sex slave training. Nursed-doctor role-play. Harem.

  What’s your fantasy? Kidnap Fantasies can make all your desires come true. You choose the scenario or let us choose it for you.

  Well now, she definitely had a fantasy. Having red-hot sex with Santana. But how could she get in touch with him?

  She perused the binder feeling hotter and wetter with every flip of the page. Finally she realized April must have ripped out the questionnaire and used it herself.

  Shit!

  Luck however was on her side. It appeared the organization had recently gone global. A lovely web address shone back at her.

  Yes!

  Moments later she sat at her computer and stared at the main page of the site with the word Password? flickering at her.

  Oh man! This just wasn’t any fun! She had no password.

  Unless…

  Skimming through the binder, she discovered a little sleeve at the back. Inside it, she found a slip of paper with the words Password—Santana.

  Oh yeah! She was in business, compliments to Tangle for putting that password in the back for her.

  Focusing her attention to the computer, Amy typed in the name of her mystery man and the online form popped onto the screen.

  There was a long list of questions and she found her heart beginning a mad beat as she began to answer them.

  Name—Amy Sparks.

  Age—Twenty-four.

  Occupation—Business owner.

  Sexual preference—Black male. Requesting Santana or the fantasy is a no-go.

  Amy hesitated after typing in her request. This was her fantasy so she may as well go all out with a third, right? Just the thought of having another guy in the picture with Santana and her made her pussy cream.

  She giggled and typed in, Surprise me with the second guy.

  Sexual experience—

  Hmm. Well they’d probably laugh if she said one guy. Besides, once her fantasy began, Santana would know she wasn’t very experienced. Why not let that remain a mystery to him? She left the field blank.

  How well-hung do you want your man to be?

  Oh hello! Don’t they always say that size doesn’t matter? That what mattered was what he could do with it? Not that she ever believed that theory.

  She found herself giggling as she typed, Very, very, very well-hung. Both of the men, please.

  There were more questions. Intimate questions about her sexual health. Had she orgasmed before? She typed in the answer no. That would give Santana extra incentive to accept his assignment.

  Another question made her hesitate.

  Are you an anal virgin? She answered with a truthful no.

  She’d had anal sex several times with Ricco.

  Near the end of the questionnaire, one particular question captured her attention.

  What is your fantasy?

  Amy found herself licking her lips and eyed the black vibrator lying on the couch.

  She didn’t have long to think and typed in the words, Once I go black, I won’t go back.

  Her gaze fell to the big black vibrator again. Personally, she had nothing against sex toys. But a real man, a certain black man, would sure make her fantasies come true. The sexual tension between them had been too steamy to ignore and she knew without a doubt he’d be a great lover…if he accepted his assignment.

  * * * * *

  Amy was just locking the back door of her shop when she had the feeling she should get mall security to walk her to the employees’ parking lot at the end of the dimly lit alley.

  Usually she left work earlier than this, but a late Friday shipment of the cutest lace teddies had come in and she wanted to ticket and hang them so she wouldn’t have to come in and do it tomorrow. It would be her first weekend off in months and she was looking forward to fantasizing about Santana with her black vibrator of which April and she had agreed would be a good venture for their store.

  Holding her purse tightly, she stood on the stoop of the stairs with the cool air blowing against her and scrutinized the midnight-drenched surroundings. She saw nothing that caused the goose bumps scrambling up her back and shrugged it off as not used to being here this late.

  Pushing away her uneasiness, she stepped down the creaky stairs. While she walked, she found herself thinking about the questionnaire she’d submitted online a few days ago. They’d promptly emailed her back letting her know that her fantasy would be free, compliments of Kidnap Fantasies because of her relationship with Tangle and when did she want her fantasy to begin. She’d giggled at her luck of having a free fantasy and quickly replied as soon as possible.

  Now as her heels frantically clicked on the pavement, keeping a steady beat with her pounding heart, she realized that answer hadn’t been so wise. Anyone could be lurking around out here in the darkness.

  Kidnap Fantasies or foe.

  “Don’t freak out,” she muttered as she hurried along the alley. But by the time she’d reached her car her chest felt heavy with terror as she imagined someone rushing out of the darkness at her.

  Sweet heavens! She was a nervous wreck! When she got home, she’d email KF and give them a firm date of when her fantasy would begin. At least then she wouldn’t be so afraid of her own shadow.

  As she buckled her seat belt, movement in her rearview mirror came so swiftly Amy didn’t even realize what had happened until she felt a firm, warm hand clamp over her mouth.

  She almost fainted.

  “Kidnap Fantasies at your service,” came a deep sensual whisper that stroked over her nerves like wildfire. She’d never heard his voice before but by her body’s wickedly delicious reaction she knew it was him.

  Santana.

  “Policy makes me ask if you’re still interested in going through with your fantasy but I’m tempted to not ask and simply have my way with you.”

  Her hands were trembling. Her body pulsed with need. She felt primed. Ready. Wanted him to take her right here in the car.

  Oh man! This was crazy!

  * * * * *

  The vulnerability in her look as she gazed at him in the rearview mirror almost made him call the whole thing off. Yet he also sensed a nervous excitement around her. Knew by the way she suddenly loosened beneath his firm grip that the fantasy was a go.

  Good. He’d enjoy savoring her.

  He gave her a few moments to catch her bearings before he lifted his hand off her mouth.

  “W-what do you want me to do?” she asked breathily.

  “I want you to take off your clothes.”

  Her eyes widened again and he took pleasure in her knowing he wanted her naked. Wanted to be inside her.

  “Here? Now?”

  He’d been dying inside for weeks now. Had been turning down assignments because he couldn’t stand to even think about another woman.

  Except Amy.

  His cock was screaming for action and he almost asked her to start taking off her clothing now then stopped himself. She deserved better. He needed to wait until the timing was right.

  “No, drive to your place.”

  She nodded and tore her gaze from his. Strangely enough he felt that odd kind of loss again as she turned her attention to the car. He forced himself to shrug away the emotion.

  Careful with her, an inner voice cautioned. Careful you don’t lose your heart. You’re only giving her the fantasy you both crave. After that, you have to walk away from her.

  Leave her.

  Forever.

  * * * * *

  “You’ll find something special waiting for you in the living room,” he said as he held her elbow firmly and led her up the flagstone path to her modest two-bedroom home. They’d said nothing on the way over, probably because they knew the time for talking wasn’t appropriate at the moment.

  It was time for sex.

  “You were in my house?”

  “We at KF have a way of doing things unexpectedly.”

  “I’m sure you do,” she said softly.

 
; He noticed her fingers were shaking slightly as she lifted a set of keys. Was she still scared of him? Or was she excited?

  “Here, let me.”

  He took the keys from her and moved slightly away to give her a chance to run if she so chose.

  She didn’t run.

  The instant she stepped into the front foyer and he closed the door behind them, he grabbed her wrists. She yelped in surprise as he pushed her gently face first against the wall and held her hands captive behind her back.

  He loved the way she trembled as he pressed his hard cock against her ass.

  “Let the fantasy begin.”

  Chapter Two

  Amy’s breath lodged in her throat at the feel of his hard cock pressing intimately against the crack of her ass. His erection pushed against the butt plug she had worn since she’d received an email with instructions on how to prepare for her fantasy man. Wearing a plug had been included.

  “When was the last time you had a lover? You neglected to answer that on the questionnaire. As a matter of fact, you neglected quite a few questions,” he purred against her ear. His warm lips intimately sucked her earlobe into his mouth. The gesture sent erotic shivers screaming through her.

  “It’s…a while.”

  Wow! She could barely talk she was so excited. Could hardly orient herself as the large fingers branding her wrists against her back loosened and he turned her to face him.

  Again her breath seized as she saw the powerful hunger for her shining in his eyes. His nostrils flared as he waited for her answer.

  “Two years,” she admitted.

  “Did he make you scream?” As I’m going to. He didn’t say that last part out loud but she knew he would make her scream. Knew he would fuck her until she did. Until she begged him to stop.

  Her face flushed.

  “No,” she admitted.

  “Did any of your lovers make you scream?”

  She wanted to tell him she’d only had one man in her sex life.

  “No, but I’ve never asked them to make me scream either,” she lied.

  To her surprise, Santana grinned. Her pussy creamed warmly as she envisioned his well-defined mouth between her legs.

  “You’re horny. Very horny. I’m going to enjoy making your fantasies come true, Sexy.”

  She should correct him on his mistake. It was April’s nickname not hers. But there was no way she’d tell him hers was Zero.

  Letting go of her wrists, he ran the calloused palms of his hands up along the outside of her arms. His touch was as light as a feather but there was a savage restraint there as well.

  “Where did you go after my sister’s wedding? I looked for you but you weren’t there,” she boldly asked. Now that she’d recovered from the shock of being kidnapped, she was starting to formulate her thoughts and that awesome sexual roar was kicking in. Big time.

  “So you noticed.”

  “How could I not…you were practically undressing me with that look.”

  “Lady, I had you undressed and fucking you over the church bench with that look.”

  Her body tightened as he leaned closer. The warmth of his breath cascaded across the bare area of her chest.

  Oh God. That feels so good.

  She could feel the heat of his breath sink past the material of her dress and through her lacy bra to tease her nipples. She swallowed as his fingers curled beneath the straps of her sundress. The straps began to lower.

  Oh dear. Here goes.

  “I’ve wanted you since the first instant I saw you coming up that aisle, Sexy. I felt an immediate connection to you.”

  His admission that he’d had the same reaction toward her as she’d had to him made her pussy spasm.

  Her straps were at her elbows, effectively holding her arms hostage. The cups on her dress fell away revealing her mesh bra to his dark gaze.

  “Nice, very nice, Sexy.”

  Her breath came faster now. Her heart beat quickly.

  Here she stood in her home, her body pinned against the wall by a big, black, sexy stranger. A man she had fantasized about since seeing him. And he wanted her.

  Her.

  Not because it was an assignment of his. He looked at her now with the same fierce hunger he’d looked at her with in the church. He’d no way of knowing at the time she would put in a request for a fantasy. Heck! She hadn’t even known the place existed until Tangle told her.

  He was breathing faster too. She cried out as his head lowered to the valley between her breasts. The instant his warm lips touched her flesh she felt out of control.

  His mouth burned into her flesh as he kissed the material of the bra covering her left breast. His hips were moving slowly, erotically as he pressed his thick erection against her inflamed pussy. She answered by pressing herself against him. Her pussy felt hot and sticky.

  “Touch me, Amy,” he whispered. “Touch me with those beautiful fingers.”

  He yanked the straps of her dress down the rest of the way, freeing her hands. She wasted no time in doing his bidding.

  Unbuttoning his shirt, she practically tore it off him.

  God! He looked magnificent. Broad, smooth, chocolate-colored shoulders. Big muscles.

  With one hand she smoothed her fingers over his muscular chest. With her other hand, she trailed her fingers along an imaginary line that arrowed south over tight bands of belly muscles and disappeared beneath his pants.

  His flesh felt so solid, so unyielding compared to her soft curves. The firmness of him made her realize she was more feminine than she’d ever thought. While she played with the clasp of his jeans, he surprised her by kissing her. His lips slanted over hers as if she were a prized possession he’d never let go and Amy couldn’t believe the delightful sensations he created. The feelings intoxicated her and she forgot about the clasp on his jeans. Instead her hands went to his waist to steady herself.

  On a feral growl he pulled away and hissed, “Spread your legs.”

  Whoa! She didn’t realize how wobbly her legs were until she did as he asked and found herself anchored.

  “I want you so bad. Never wanted a woman so bad.”

  His words sent her senses to reeling. He kissed her again and lifted her dress to her waist. His hand slipped into her panties.

  A finger pressed between her wet labia. The instant he touched her clit, her breath became suspended.

  Suddenly she couldn’t think. Nothing existed but the erotic way his finger swept so possessively over her sensitive flesh. His calluses caused a perfect friction and a well-placed flick of a fingernail against her clit made her jerk.

  Mere seconds later the pleasure tremors started.

  She fought for breath and her body locked into ecstasy mode. Throwing her head back against the wall, she cried out as a couple of his thick fingers plunged into her wet vagina. He began a fast thrust and she keened as the pleasure grew.

  Her body shuddered in the throes of a delicious explosion.

  “I knew you’d be like this,” Santana growled as she stood panting, his fingers filling her. “Knew you’d be a fireball when you came apart. Consider it the appetizer to your fantasy.”

  He kept up the hard strokes until the burning bite of the climax ebbed into tiny spasms. Her mind whirled. She couldn’t believe how quickly he’d brought her to orgasm. Couldn’t believe this was actually happening. That Santana was here and she was still so hot and horny.

  His fingers left her pussy. A moment later he was leading her on shaking legs not into her bedroom where she’d expected him to bring her but instead into her living room.

  To her couch.

  As he directed her to sit, she tried to ignore the achy thrust of the butt plug in her ass. Tried to push aside the fantasies of Santana’s magnificent black body coming between her legs.

  “So? What do you think?” he nodded to her coffee table.

  Obviously he’d gotten into her home during the day because her table looked gorgeous. Decked out in a sheer white ta
blecloth with two gold-stemmed candles that flickered romantically, the table revealed a plate of large grapes, an elegant assortment of cheese and a bottle of wine chilling in a crystal ice bucket.

  Un-fucking-believable as April probably would have said under the circumstances.

  “Cheese contains phenyl ethylamine, the chemical that gives you that ‘chocolate high’,” Santana explained as he joined her on the couch with a chunk of cheese already in his hand.

  Her lips opened as he offered her the piece. She could smell the cinnamon scent of her sex on his fingers as it intermingled with the scrumptious aroma of the cheese. She parted her lips and flavor burst in her mouth. She couldn’t help but moan as she chewed the offering. The cheese was quickly followed by another chunk and then a wonderfully chilled grape. The sweetness combined beautifully with the saltiness of the cheese.

  Sexual hunger flared in his eyes as he watched her chew and she suddenly understood why he was watching her mouth so intently.

  “Stand up,” she whispered, not quite believing she wanted to do what she was about to.

  His eyes widened with approval and he did as she instructed. Spreading her legs, she allowed him to step between them.

  He smelled really good. Smelled of heat and a faint fruity aroma she found curiously arousing. The muscles in her lower belly clenched as she reached for his jeans clasp.

  For some reason there was a need for her to explain.

  “I…I don’t usually do this.”

  “Shh, you don’t have to explain.” His eyes were nearly black now. Eager for action. “This is your fantasy, Sexy. Explore it. Experiment with it. Enjoy it.”

  Her fingers trembled with excitement as she undid the clasp and moved his jeans past his narrow hips. His abdomen was packed with muscles and he wore no underwear. Dark chocolate skin was evidence to that. His coloring looked utterly delicious against her pale pink flesh.

  Hot blood rushed through her as her anticipation at seeing his cock grew. Her clit pulsed and she wondered if he knew just how much she wanted to have him in this way.

  The need for him was so overpowering it almost scared her. She’d never felt this way before.

  She continued to pull his jeans down past his pubic hair. A moment later, his lovely erection popped out.