“Cum, Savannah!” His voice was dark and powerful and Savannah came as she never had before, shaking and quivering as her pleasure rocked her entire being. She trembled against the table as each deep thrust staked Elijah’s claim.
“Mine,” he growled.
“Yours,” she panted. At her words, Elijah came, groaning as his body shook violently. He poured himself into her; his cock pushed in as deep as it would go and Savannah felt the warmth from his semen inside her. Once he was empty, Elijah pulled out, quickly zipping his fly back up as he nuzzled Savannah’s back.
“Sorry to fuck and run, baby, but it’s a crazy day. I just wanted to remind you who owns your sweet cunt.”
Savannah smiled lazily, feeling satisfied and satiated. “It’s okay. You know you own all of me,” she said, reaching for a tissue to clean herself up. Since she no longer had any panties, and she didn’t want to leak all over her shorts.
“I might have to go to the hospital tonight,” he said ruefully, checking his phone. “They texted me to tell me to be on alert.”
Savannah pouted as she pulled her shorts up. “I’ll miss you then,” she complained, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.
“I’ll miss you, too,” he said honestly, squeezing her so tight that she thought her heart might burst. Savannah left his office walking on air. Nothing lifted her spirits more than a good mid-day fuck at work.
True to his word, Elijah was sent to the hospital for the evening. Savannah spent another night alone pining for him, but at least they had their tryst earlier in the day. The night passed without incident and Savannah wondered if Charlotte was at work with Elijah right now. The sooner she forgot all about that, the better she would feel. Of course, Elijah would have one-night stands, and having one with someone at work made sense. She wasn’t going to dwell on it.
Friday morning dawned bright and clear and Savannah was beyond excited to see Elijah. In such a short amount of time, she already needed him in such a way that frightened her. Dressed in an orange pleated skirt and simple black blouse, she made her way to the TV studio. As she was rounding the corner, a black sedan pulled up alongside her and she smiled. Elijah knew how to arrive in style and she waited for the window to roll down. Instead the car came to a halt and Savannah stood nearby wondering if Elijah would walk the last few steps with her.
The following events happened so quickly that Savannah didn’t even have time to process them. The door flew open and Savannah saw a person dressed in black jump out. Wearing a ski mask, they threw a bag over Savannah’s head and pushed her into the waiting car. Savannah didn’t even have time to scream before the car was speeding down the block. Covered in darkness and restrained by strong hands, Savannah shouted in the car until she realized it was pointless.
She had better save her voice, she might need it later.
She felt the car speed along and she trembled with fear, feeling her hot breath against her face trapped by the bag covering her head. Her mind whirled with questions and she tried not to panic as she struggled to recall every detail. There were two people in the back, the one who had kidnapped her and the one who was sitting inside to grab her once she was pushed inside.
Sagging against the seat, she tried to determine if they were male or female; she couldn’t tell.
Fat tears rolled down her face. Was this related to Elijah? Her parents? Unfortunately, Savannah was connected to many important people and she was always aware that some people were only interested in her for her money. In just the short week that she had been involved with Elijah, she had already had issues with his ex-lovers, god only knew how many more there were out there.
The car moved on and she felt that she might vomit. Would she be beaten? Raped? Killed?
“Please,” she pleaded. “I haven’t seen your faces. Just let me out and I’ll forget all about this.”
There was no response as the car continued on. The further the car moved from where she was abducted, the more and more Savannah felt her hope waning. To her knowledge, no one had even seen her being kidnapped.
After maybe an hour or so, the car began to slow down and then finally come to a stop.
Savannah felt strong arms pull her out of the car and begin dragging her helpless body through grass. The grass tickled her feet and she could smell woods. She heard the car leave and she felt a deep knot of terror in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly the bag was ripped off her head and she looked at the two unrecognizable people in ski masks. She was outside, maybe in a yard, and the area looked somewhat familiar. Suddenly the air hummed with energy, and before Savannah could realize she was in Elijah’s back yard near the portal, she was yanked through the portal by a long slender white hand with blood red fingernails.