Knotted Pleasure by Powerone Page A

empty as Kiley pulled in. She was glad that she had bought a car with her new found wealth, feeling a little more secure it in. There was one lone light at the door. Kiley was almost afraid to get out of the car, looking around, but the lot was completely empty and not many places for a person to hide. She had Mace in her pocketbook, just in case. She took three deep breaths, filling her lungs. She got out of the car and raced to the door. She saw the keypad, putting in the numbers that she had memorized. The keypad came alive with light and then the door clicked. She hastily opened it, slipped inside and pulled it closed until she heard the safety of the click as it locked behind her. She looked around, the hallway empty, but at least it was lit. At the end of the hallway was a single door. Her heels clicked on the tile floor. She wondered if they would be here already, though she didn't see any other cars. Cynthia gave Kiley no indication of whom she would submit to, Kiley almost glad, though the fear drove her adrenalin and her arousal.
    The warehouse was big and almost empty. It was not used by a business, not with the ropes that hung down from the ceiling or the candles that burned from the many tall candelabra's that rose up from the floor. This was used for a different purpose, more nefarious. The 66

    ropes were there to hold someone secure in them. Tonight it would be Kiley. Someone had been here not long ago, the candles barely burned down, though Kiley didn't hear a single sound. She saw the chair in the center of the room, a single wooden chair, surrounded by flickering candles. On the chair was a note; beneath it was a black negligee. Kiley picked up the note and read it.
    "Put the negligee on and sit in the chair and wait. Nothing but the negligee!"
    Kiley picked it up. It had black spaghetti straps and she put it up against her. It wouldn't cover much and the note was adamant about nothing else. She would be naked beneath it. The men would not be wasting time with preliminaries such as stripping her. She walked over to a table, looking around the room, almost ashamed as she started taking off her clothes. Would they be watching me? She had tried to dress sexily, but as she took off the lacey bra and panties and stood naked, she knew it wasn't needed. She slid the negligee over her head, the silky material sliding down over her breasts like it was slippery, but it didn't fail to make her nipples hard. Or were they already that way? Standing up, the negligee barely covered her crotch. Sitting down it would do little to hide anything. She left her clothes and returned to the chair. She sat down, feeling the cold wood on her half naked body. She looked down, the front of the negligee leaving a lot of cleavage showing. Someone behind her would almost be able to see down the front of it. She put her hands in her lap, between her tightly clenched thighs, waiting.
    It must have been ten minutes before she heard a noise. She should be cold in the damp warehouse, but she wasn't, not sure if it was the fear of the unknown that drove the warmth in her body. She looked around and saw a presence in the darkness walking towards her. Not two, but one. A sudden coldness swept over her. How would I know this is the one that paid for me? He came into view, the candles flickering an eerie light on him, making him more sinister than he probably was. He was wearing all black. He wasn't a big and powerful as Michael, a bit older, though Kiley had a hard time judging an older man's age. At least he wasn't fat or flabby, his waist trim. He 67

    had graying black hair. He wasn't smiling. It was an instinct that she picked up since the day with Michael. Her gaze went to the front of his pants. There was no doubt he was aroused by her, a lump clearing reflected. She hoped that he was as hard and virile as Michael. She sat frozen to the chair, her hands sweating as he moved behind her.
    Not a word was said.
    Bill's hands went to her neck,