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kidnapper’s hands and cock, so Nolie held back.
    Finally he walked over to her and stood so close she could reach the bulge in his pants. “Looking a little anxious there, slut. Is there a problem?”
    Nolie shook her head. She refused to reply. He’d ordered her not to ask for anything else. In this game, she should have been pleading with him to get away from her, regardless of what she really wanted.
    “You aren’t waiting for me to do this, are you?” He cupped her breasts in his hands and massaged her nipples with his thumbs as he bent and brushed his lips against the spot below her earlobe that always drove her wild. Before Nolie could stop herself, she moaned. Joseph chuckled and squeezed her breast so hard it took her breath away.
    He gave her a smug grin. “Oh, so you do like that, don’t you, slut?”
    Nolie couldn’t answer. She was sure any words she tried to speak would come out as another moan. After waiting so long, she was so aroused she felt as if she might come from only his hands on her breasts.
    Joseph didn’t seem to expect a response. He cupped both hands around her breasts more gently and thumbed her hard nipples. Gasping, Nolie tensed. Joseph released her and stepped back. “You want your tits played with, huh? Even by a stranger? Even by someone who brought you here against your will?”
    Nolie pressed her lips together and focused her gaze on the floor. He was her captor. If she admitted she liked what he was doing, he might be pissed off enough to stop. Of course, Joseph probably knew exactly what she was feeling, but he would pretend not to, and Nolie had to keep up the fiction as well. Even if it was so difficult she wanted to scream.
    She shook her head then reconsidered and nodded. There was no correct answer to his questions, and not answering at all might be worse.
    Joseph sneered. “No, you don’t like it, or yes, you do? Or you don’t have a fucking clue? Sweet, innocent little slut, you can’t admit you want this, can you?”
    He squeezed her breasts again. This time Nolie managed to stifle her gasp. Joseph looked disappointed but said only, “Nice tits. I wonder what you'd do if I tried to suck on them. These nipples of yours are pretty much begging for it.”
    Nolie smiled at the thought of nipples begging and immediately set her expression back to as close to neutral as she could. Smiling wasn’t a good thing.
    Whether her nipples could beg or not, she wanted Joseph to touch them. Suck them. Anything he wished to do. But she wasn’t sure she dared find out what that might be. Joseph wouldn’t hurt her intentionally, but he might get carried away again. As a kidnapper, he wasn’t supposed to be gentle with her. She didn’t mind a little roughness, but pain was outside her comfort zone.
    Without having any way to guess what Joseph might do, she couldn’t guess whether he would stick to their usual rules. She knew her husband well and was familiar with every move he made in the bedroom. He rarely varied things in any way other than occasionally changing positions while they fucked.
    Now he was doing something vastly different, and it disconcerted Nolie. The fear and anticipation from Joseph’s unpredictability gave her an odd mix of emotions.
    One of which was definitely lust. Her pussy was wet, and Nolie wished she could close her legs before Joseph noticed. If the sight of her hard nipples got him going, who knew what he might do if he saw moisture between her legs. Maybe he would finally give in and take her the way she wanted, but he might call her more dirty names. Or suggest some kind of punishment for her being so turned on. She shuddered and closed her eyes so she wouldn’t see the hunger in Joseph’s expression.
    He grasped her chin and tilted her head back. Startled, Nolie opened her eyes again. Joseph’s face was scant inches from her own. “Don’t you dare zone out on me when I’m talking to you,” he snarled. “You like this, don’t you? You like

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