45 comments/ 92992 views/ 186 favorites The Prisoner Of Desire By: TwistedMisery Hayden slipped her fingers into the pockets of her green jacket, and shivered as the wind tore through her dark hair. Quickening her pace, she rushed down the sidewalk until she spotted the beacon of the bus shelter at the end of the block. Her tennis shoes scurried across the ground while she rushed towards it. Once she slipped inside, a triumphant breath escaped her. Settling down onto the bench, she turned to smile politely at the man who had made himself comfortable by sitting on it sideways at the other end. "Cold night, huh?" he greeted her. Shivering again in response, Hayden nodded. "If I knew it was going to get this windy out I would have worn a thicker jacket." A slight smile tilted his lips upward. "You would freeze to death in no time wearing just that," he said motioning towards her apparel. His hands were buried inside the pockets of his long, black, wool trench coat as he said it, and one half of the coat gaped open as he pointed at her without removing his hand. Glancing down at her wrist watch, Hayden checked the time. It was three minutes past eleven. Only seven more minutes until the bus was due. "I think I'll survive. Just a few more minutes until my chariot arrives," she said with another smile. Her words made a chuckle escape him. "Your chariot. I like that." Hayden tucked her dark hair behind her ear before glancing towards him. "It's my savior right now while my car is being fixed," she informed him. Lifting his brows, he nodded. "What's wrong with it?" he wondered aloud. "It needs a new transmission." Tilting his head back for a moment, his response was quick. "Ah." When he said nothing further, Hayden reached into the pocket of her jacket to pull out her cell phone. Glancing at the face of it, her brows furrowed before she shook her head, and placed it back into her pocket. "Something wrong?" he asked her. With another polite smile, she shook her head. "Nothing worth mentioning," she replied vaguely. "Boyfriend problems?" he asked with a smirk. Scrunching her nose, Hayden suppressed a laugh. "Not exactly." "Ex boyfriend problems?" he inquired with a chuckle. "Something like that," Hayden replied mysteriously. Biting the side of his lip he nodded again. "Some people just don't know how to let go." "We decided to stay friends," she admitted. "He's just being a little more friendly than I had hoped for." "Been there," he returned companionably. "How long were you together?" Hayden glanced towards the ceiling of the shelter as she gave it some thought. "About a year?" she finally answered. "Maybe a little less?" "That sounds about right," he replied. "Takes about that long to get sick of someone when they're not the right person." His response made her face crinkle with amusement. "That's kind of a harsh way of looking at things, but I suppose it's not that far from the truth." Tilting his head to the side, he shrugged. "I'm a realist. I don't like to beat around the bush, or pretend." "That's a good way to be," she said in response. "It just means that you're honest." "I'd like to think so," he said in agreement. "What's your name?" she suddenly asked. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before he finally responded. "It's Zach. What is yours?" "Hayden," she replied automatically. "That's kind of unique. You have a pretty name. I approve." A small laugh escaped Hayden as she looked at him. "Thanks for your support." His lips twisted in amusement before he nodded. "Anytime." Another shiver passed through Hayden's frame as she leaned forward. "Where is this bus? I'm going to be a popsicle in no time if it doesn't show up soon." "It will come," he said with certainty. "You just have to be patient." "I've never been known for that," she told him with a smile. "I'm probably the least patient person in the world." His lips tilted derisively. "Give it some time. You'll learn eventually." His strange words made Hayden lift a brow, but she soon became distracted as two large headlights began traveling up the road. "Oh good. It's coming," she sighed in relief. "Damn thing was taking forever." Her large grey eyes watched as it slowly began it's ascent up the hill, chugging along like the tortoise in a race. When it finally reached the corner where the shelter resided, Hayden got to her feet, and stepped in it's direction. "Time to trade in one box for another. Ready to get out of this cold?" she asked with another smile. Zach grinned in response as he looked up at her from where he sat. He was still leaning with his back against the shelter wall, and had made no move to rise. His knees were still bent, and his feet were still flat on the bench as she waited expectantly. When he reached out to take her hand in his, Hayden looked down at him in surprise. Gently, he pulled her towards him, and reached out to wrap his fingers around her other wrist. When her brows knitted in confusion, his grip suddenly tightened, and he pulled her forward until she fell into his lap. A gasp was torn from her throat, and a scowl began to form on her face as she looked up at him. "What the hell are you doing, Zach?" Instead of responding, he reached into the pocket of his long coat, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Slapping one end around her wrist, he quickly attached the other end to the railing at the top of the bench. When it was secured, he slipped out from under her, and stood to approach the bus. Hayden was stunned as she gazed at the metal casing around her wrist. There were eight inches of chain that separated one from the other. Pulling at it in horror, it clanked against the railing as her shocked eyes traveled to her captor. He stood patiently before the bus doors, and when they parted, he waved at the driver in greeting. "We're good," he informed her with a smile. "A friend is coming to pick us up. You can go." The black woman eyed him for a moment before responding. "You know this is the last pick up for the night, right?" Zach nodded. "I know. We'll be fine. Thanks." Turning away from her, the bus doors closed, and he stepped back towards the shelter. Hayden's eyes widened at his approach. Jumping to her feet, she leaned forward as far as her restraint would let her. Then she took a deep breath, and began to shout. "Wait! Don't leave! Help!" The sound of the bus engine was loud as it pulled away from the curb. Pausing on the sidewalk, Zach turned casually to look at it before swiveling back to her. "You should have been louder. I don't think she heard you." Hayden's wide, grey eyes grew fearful as she looked at him. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked him tremulously. Standing beneath the street light, she could see his face more clearly, and her chest filled with trepidation when his impassive blue eyes met hers. For an endless moment they just gazed at one another, and then he shrugged before stepping towards her. Hayden leapt away from him immediately. Backing up as far as she could get, she dragged the handcuff down the rail until she was pressed into the opposite corner of the bus shelter. "You stay away from me," she told him as she pointed a finger at him. Zach had paused the moment she had moved, and now he stood looking at her from several feet away. After a moment, he entered the shelter, and resumed his seat in the corner where he had been before. Once he was positioned, he rested his wrists on the tops of his knees, and lifted his eyes to look at her. Hayden pulled at her restraint roughly making it clank. "Take this off of me," she demanded stiffly. Zach shook his head slowly as he looked at her. "Are you crazy," Hayden asked incredulously. "I mean it. Take it off!" Lifting his hands helplessly, he shrugged again. When she began yanking on it viciously, he finally pulled himself to his feet. Walking across the bus shelter, he paused once he was before her. His large frame towered above her as his intent blue gaze roamed her face. Looking up at him, she frowned. "Great. Now that you're here, take it off," she growled. Biting the corner of his lip, Zach shook his head. "I'm not taking it off," he told her flatly. Her mouth parted in surprise. "Why not?" she asked in disbelief. Leaning forward, he brought his lips dangerously close to her ear. "Because I don't want to," he whispered softly. When he pulled back to look down into her stunned face, a slight smile lifted the corners of his mouth. "I'm going to scream," Hayden informed him. His brows furrowed in response. "You probably shouldn't do that," he told her. Hayden's eyes narrowed. "Why? Are you worried that someone will come running, and find out that you're a lunatic?" Zach grinned at the insult. "No. There's nothing for four blocks in every direction as you are probably aware of. All you're going to do is hurt your throat, and possibly my ears." Turning away from her, he walked back to the end of the shelter, and sat back down. "Why are you doing this?" Hayden asked in confusion. Zach looked at her directly before responding. "Because I can." "Are you going to hurt me?" Hayden asked worriedly. "No," he answered. "Are you going to rape me?" she wondered next. He smiled. "No." "Then what are you going to do?" she wondered as she eyed him warily. Hesitating for a moment, he continued to watch her intently. "Sit down, Hayden." "I don't want to sit down," she said stubbornly. Zach shrugged. "Suit yourself." "How long are you going to keep me here like this?" she asked next. "As long as I feel like it," he informed her. Turning away from him, Hayden glanced down the road in search of anyone who could help her. There was nothing, and her shoulders slumped in disappointment. "This is a deserted road. It's unlikely that anyone will come down it until morning. Don't waste your time searching for something that isn't going to appear." "You can't keep me here until morning," she gasped in horror. "I'll freeze to death." Zach nodded in agreement. "That's actually a real possibility. That coat you're wearing is extremely thin." "You would keep me here, and make me suffer like that?" Hayden asked in amazement. Zach's chest lifted as a small laugh escaped him. "Of course not," he told her. "You don't have to be cold if you don't want to be." "You have me chained to a God damned bench. How would you suggest that I get warm?" she inquired angrily. Zach's lips lifted in a smirk as he looked at her. "Come here," he said softly. Hayden's eyes widened at the request. "I'd rather freeze to death," she spat out. Her response made Zach chuckle as he shook his head. "Alright. I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do." When she pulled on the cuff to emphasize the inaccuracy of his statement, he smiled. "Besides that," he told her in amusement. Turning away from him, Hayden glanced down the road once more, then turned to peer down the other side. There was nothing but blackness on both ends. "This has been fun, and all," she told him. "But I'd really like to go home now. What do I have to do to get you to take this damn thing off?" "You don't have to do anything," Zach told her. "I'll let you go when I'm ready to let you go." Hayden snorted at the cryptic response. "Is this what you do for kicks, Zach. Chain unsuspecting people to bus shelters so that you can play sick little games with them?" Zach's breath left him on another laugh as he lifted his index finger, and rubbed it against the lower part of his mouth. "This is actually a first for me," he admitted. Her lip curled scornfully at his words. "Well, thank you for including me in this trial run. It's nice to know that I'm contributing to your skills as a future serial killer." His brows knitted as he looked at her. "You know, Hayden. You really have quite a mouth on you. I'm kind of amazed that this ex boyfriend of yours is so eager to get you back in the saddle." Holding up her cell phone, he rocked it in his hand as he smiled. Hayden's mouth parted as she looked at it. "How did you get that?" she breathed. The answer became obvious after a moment. He had pulled it from her pocket when he had leaned in to whisper in her ear. She hadn't even noticed him do it. "Give that back," she demanded. Zach's smile became taunting as he responded. "Come get it." She didn't hesitate to comply as she walked down the length of the shelter. The cuff scraped along the railing as she walked, and when she stood in front of him, she held out her palm. He looked up at her in amusement as she scowled at him. "Give it to me," she ordered. Zach's lips pressed together as he thought about it for a moment, and then he shook his head. "Actually, no. I don't think I will," he finally told her. Hayden's scowl grew darker. "Give me my phone!" she barked. "What are you willing to give me in return?" he asked quietly as he looked up at her. Hayden rolled her eyes. "What do you want?" He seemed to think about it for a moment, and then a slow smile snaked across his lips. "Kiss me, and I'll give you your phone back." Hayden looked down at him in amazement. "You are fucking pathetic," she said in awe. Widening his eyes, Zach turned his head away before glancing back at her. "I guess you really don't want your phone back that bad." Slipping it into his pocket, he pulled his hand back out, and rested it on his knee. "Wait," Hayden said. "Fine. Just a kiss, right?" Zach smirked as his blue eyes met hers. "Just a kiss," he repeated. "Then you'll give me the phone?" "That's the deal," Zach agreed. "Alright, fine." Hayden said in aggravation. Leaning down, she pressed her lips to his quickly before straightening once more. "There. Now hand it over." Zach looked up at her incredulously. "What the hell was that?" he asked with a laugh. "It was a kiss. Now give me my phone." "That, was not a kiss," he said with a frown. "I've gotten better kisses from my mother," he informed her. "That does not surprise me, you perv," she responded rudely. "I want a real one. A good one," he emphasized. " or I'm keeping the phone." Growling in aggravation, Hayden's grey eyes darted down the road again. When there was still nothing, her scowl darkened, and she let out a long, exaggerated sigh. "I can't believe that you are making me do this," she spat out in annoyance. Bending towards him again, she pressed her lips to his. Instead of pulling back immediately, she allowed them to linger, and was surprised to find that his lips were soft beneath hers. When they parted, and his tongue came out to slip inside of her mouth, Hayden hesitantly met it with her own. The pair slid together, and entwined as Zach lifted his hand to touch the side of her face. His thumb brushed along the side of her cheek while his tongue slid along her bottom lip before he pulled it into his mouth to suck on it gently. Hayden gasped as she pulled away from him. Her voice held a slight tremor as she held out her hand to him again. "Alright. I held up my end of the bargain. Time to hold up yours." Zach smirked as he reached into his pocket. Pulling out the cell phone, he placed it into her hand. Hayden grasped it in her palm, and turned away from him as she looked down at it. Stepping away from him, she began pushing buttons on it, but the face of it didn't light up. Brows furrowed, she flipped it over, and removed the casing from the back. Her mouth parted as she looked at the empty space where the battery had once been. Whirling around, Hayden glared as she stepped back towards him. "Give me the battery," she bit out angrily. "Ask me nicer," he replied softly. Hayden's mouth pinched as she forced a smile. "Give me the battery, please." "That didn't sound very nice," he observed. Gritting her teeth, Hayden forced out a breath. Her infuriated eyes raked over him scathingly for a moment before she attempted to put on a more pleasant visage. Forcing another smile, she used a sweeter tone of voice. "Can I please have the battery, Zach?" Zach returned her smile with one of his own. "No you may not," he replied. Hayden curled her lip as a sound of disgust escaped her throat. Turning away from him, she slipped to the other end of the shelter to lean against the wall. "You can bargain for it though," he told her quietly. Rolling her eyes, Hayden shook her head before lifting her gaze to his. "Another kiss?" she asked suspiciously. "Not this time," Zach said firmly. "I want three minutes." Hayden lifted a skeptical brow. "Three minutes to do what?" "Whatever I want," he replied. Hayden's mouth parted again in surprise. "You're not going to try having sex with me, are you?" Zach's blue eyes widened as a bark of laughter escaped him. "As enticing as that idea is, I don't think I could accomplish it in under three minutes," he informed her. Biting her lip, Hayden eyed him warily. "What are you going to do?" "Whatever I want," he repeated softly. "This isn't another trick is it? You didn't break the battery, did you?" "I did not break the battery," he reassured her. "Three minutes, and then I can have it, right?" Zach nodded in agreement. "Then you can have it." Taking a deep breath, Hayden gave an abrupt nod. "Alright. I'll agree." Zach stood up from the bench, and approached her slowly where she stood. Just before he reached her, Hayden held up a hand to stop him. "Wait!" she cried out. Obeying, he paused in front of her as his blue eyes grazed her frightened grey ones. "You're not going to do anything painful, are you?" A slight smile passed over his lips before he shook his head. "Nothing painful. I promise." Sagging in relief, Hayden lowered her hand to her side. Her eyes were still wary as she looked at him, but then she nodded. "Okay. I'm ready," she said. His gaze held hers intently, and as he drew closer, Hayden drew a staggering breath into her rib cage, and held it. His fingers lifted to brush her dark hair back from her face for a moment as he looked down at her. "Breathe," he told her softly. The air expelled from her lungs in a burst, making him smile. Reaching down to grab her wrist in his hand, he lifted it between them. Tilting his head, he looked down at the face of her watch, then glanced up at her. "It's eleven twenty four. We'll start the time at eleven twenty five." Nodding brusquely, Hayden looked away from him as her grey eyes wandered the darkness around them. She shifted in agitation as her nervousness increased. "Relax," he said softly. "It's only three minutes. It will be over before you know it." Dragging her eyes back to his, Hayden gazed into their intense depths. They looked confident, and completely in control. The underlying heat within them sent a shiver sliding through her slight frame. When they dropped away from her to glance back at her wrist, a look of anticipation appeared on his face. "It's time," he informed her softly. When he released her hand, Hayden lowered it to her side. Her heartbeat increased it's tempo as he drew closer, and then he was cupping her face in his hands. His intense blue eyes searched hers for a moment, and then he lowered his mouth to take hers. He wasn't rough, but his mouth was urgent as he pressed her lips into parting. Once she opened to him, his tongue slipped deep inside to dominate, and take control. It swept through the recesses of her mouth as a harsh breath escaped him, and then he was pressing his knee between her legs making her gasp. Her palm lifted to his chest in an instinctual desire to push him away, but she controlled the desire by fisting it on the front of his coat as he leaned into her frame. The Prisoner Of Desire He continued to plunder her mouth while his hand slipped into her dark hair to cradle the back of her head. Holding her in place, he lifted his other hand to open the buttons on the front of her coat. He unfastened them quickly until the front gaped open, and then his hand slipped inside to clasp onto her left breast roughly. Hayden gasped, and began pushing on his chest to put distance between them. When his mouth broke away from hers, his breath was ragged as he looked down at her. "Breaking our deal already?" he asked. "No," Hayden responded with a tremble. "Could you just... be more gentle?" she asked breathlessly. "I'll try," Zach conceded. Leaning in again, his mouth slid against hers slowly. His lips parted, and his tongue came out to leisurely stroke against hers. When his hands slipped inside her jacket once more, Hayden tensed, but she didn't stop him as he placed them on her waist. When his hands gripped onto the sides of her shirt, and began pulling it up her stomach so that he could slip his fingers beneath, Hayden's heart began pounding erratically. His hands were ice cold as he slid them up her rib cage to grasp onto both of her breasts. When he finally held them in his hands, a soft groan escaped him. His thumbs began sliding over the hardened peak of her nipples as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. Hayden gasped as he began rolling her sensitive tips between his fingers. It sent jolts of sensation coursing through her as he stimulated them beneath his touch. He plucked at them, and squeezed, until a soft mewling sound escaped her throat. Slipping his knee higher between her legs, he reached down to grip her hips firmly in his hands, and pulled her forward so that she slid up the length of his thigh. The friction it caused sent a shot of fire through Hayden's body, making her dig her fingers into the front of his coat. Releasing her mouth momentarily, he tilted his head the other way so that he could kiss her from a different angle, and just before his lips touched hers, he grinned. It was a grin of amused arrogance. When his tongue slipped between her lips once more, Hayden lifted her small fist from the front of his chest, and whacked him lightly with it. A short laugh burst from his chest at her display of irritation, making his lips distort against hers, and then all amusement left him as he leaned into her, and let loose the animal inside of him. Gripping her bottom in his large hands, he pulled her against him hard, eliciting a small cry from her throat that went right into his mouth. His lips became aggressive as his tongue swirled around hers, and then his fingers were sliding down the back of her jeans, slipping beneath the material of her panties to grip onto her bare backside with his rough fingers. Kneading the flesh in his hands, a growl of need escaped him as he began grinding himself against her. Again, Hayden pushed at his chest in an attempt to dislodge him, but she wasn't able to separate their bodies as she pushed. Her resistance did make him lift his head slightly so that he could look down at her. Their breath was coming out in ragged gasps as he lifted a brow. "What now?" he asked in amusement. "You said you wouldn't try to have sex with me," she accused with a scowl. "I'm not," he breathed. "Does it look like we're having sex?" "It looks like that's where you're headed," she shot back. Zach grinned in response. "You were enjoying it. What's the problem?" Hayden's mouth parted on a gasp. "I was not!" Zach's grin widened. "Lying is not an attractive quality," he informed her. "I'm not lying," Hayden insisted. His brows lifted as he nodded. "This is me believing you." "I'm not lying!" Hayden repeated in a shout. "So, you weren't enjoying that?" Zach asked with a twist of his lips. "Of course not," Hayden replied. "I was enduring it because I had to." A laugh escaped Zach as he shook his head. "I know for a fact that you're lying, and I can prove it." Hayden's brows furrowed as she looked at him skeptically. "How?" Gazing down at her, he pursed his lips for a moment. "I'll tell you what," he finally said. "If I can prove that you were enjoying what I was doing just then, you have to do something for me. If I'm wrong, then I'll sit back down, and you don't have to finish the full three minutes. Do we have a deal?" Hayden frowned. "You sure are big on making deals." Zach grinned again. "It's part of my job description. Do we have a deal or not?" Biting her lip in indecision, she finally nodded. "Alright, we have a deal." Zach took a deep breath as his blue eyes filled with heat. "Just remember that you agreed to this," he said softly. Slipping his hands from the back of her jeans, he brought them to the front of her waist. Holding her gaze captured with his, he reached for the button on the front of her pants, and flipped it open. Hayden's eyes widened as she looked into his intent gaze. Her mouth parted slightly, but she held perfectly still as he took the zipper between his fingers, and began pulling it down. When he pressed his palm against the lower part of her stomach, and began sliding it downward into the waistband of her panties, Hayden gasped. He didn't stop until his fingers were pressed between her legs, and with slow precision, he slid his middle finger along the slit between her folds. His blue eyes became dark and intense as he spoke. "It seems like you're awfully wet for someone who wasn't enjoying it," he breathed softly. Hayden attempted to swallow, and found that it was difficult. Closing her eyes for a moment to escape the overwhelming power of his gaze, she tried to fight the desire to clutch onto him as his finger lightly stroked against her. "I guess this means I win," he whispered. Hayden grimaced as her head dropped. "What do I have to do?" she asked in defeat. "Nothing too strenuous," he replied. Slipping his hand from her jeans, he rebuttoned them before pulling up her zipper. Once they were closed again, he tilted her chin up with his fingers, and lightly kissed her mouth. Leaning back, he reached down to take her hand in his before pulling it inside of his coat. When he pressed her fingers to the hard length of his shaft that was straining between his legs, Hayden's eyes widened dramatically. "I want you to touch me," he said thickly. Releasing her fingers, he kept eye contact with her as he waited expectantly for her reaction. Hayden was stunned. She could feel the heat seeping into her fingers that radiated from him. He was surprisingly thick, and large beneath her palm, and she could feel him throb as the blood coursed through his appendage. When her fingers lightly squeezed him, Zach closed his eyes as a soft breath escaped him. It encouraged her to keep going, and Hayden added a little more pressure as her palm began to slide along the length. Leaning forward, Zach placed his palms on the shelter wall on opposite sides of her head before dropping his forehead to hers. His breath escaped him again harshly, and his eyes tightened in their closed position. "Christ, that feels good," he breathed as she began to rub him. Her palm stroked down slowly, then her fingers would grip around him before easing back up. She rode the length repeatedly, mesmerized by the look of utter pleasure that passed across his features. When he blindly tilted his head, and searched out her lips, he found them with ease. His tongue reached out to make a home within her mouth once more, and a low moan escaped him. The onslaught of his lips caused Hayden to pause momentarily. It incited Zach to reach down between them to cover her hand with his own as he thrust his hips against her palm. "Don't stop," he groaned. When his other hand slid beneath her shirt again to latch onto her breast, Hayden pulled her head back to look into his impassioned gaze. "Times up, stud," she said as she released him. Dropping his head to her shoulder, Zach let out an agonized moan. After a moment, he lifted it, and looked into her face as he grinned. "That's just fucking cruel, woman." Hayden shrugged. "So is chaining me to a bench in the middle of winter." Yanking on her cuff again, it clanked loudly in the silence. Peering over to look at her restraint, Zach nodded slowly. When he turned back to her, his blue eyes were bright in his face. Lifting his hand, he trailed a single finger down the side of her cheek. "You have to admit, this is kind of fun," he said. Hayden scowled. "Maybe for you. You're here by choice." A smirk passed over his face, and then he lifted a brow. "Where would you be right now if you weren't here?" "Somewhere warm," Hayden said with a shiver. "Can I have my battery now?" she asked quietly. Reaching down into his coat pocket, Zach pulled it out. "Yes. You can have it. We had a deal." Holding it out in front of him, he watched as Hayden plucked it from his fingers before reaching into her own pocket for her cell phone. Prying off the back, she slipped the battery back into place, reapplied the cover, then turned it over to turn it on. It lit up almost immediately, and Hayden sighed in relief as she looked up at him. "How do you know I'm not going to call the police?" she asked. Zach shrugged. "Just a hunch." Stepping back from her, he looked down at the cell phone in her hand before turning to head back to his corner of the shelter. When he reached it, he sat down, leaned back, and bent one leg to lift it up onto the bench. Resting his palm in the center of his thigh, he raised his arrogant blue eyes to look at her. Hayden stared at him for a moment in puzzlement, but quickly shook it off as she begun to dial. Once the number was in, she hit send, and lifted the telephone to her ear as she eyed Zach warily. When it didn't ring, Hayden's brows knitted in confusion, and she lowered the phone to look at it. In bright, bold, red letters a message had appeared. PLEASE INSERT SIM CARD Closing her eyes for a moment, Hayden tamped down the urge to scream. Instead, she slipped the phone back into her jacket pocket, and lifted her angry eyes to glare at her captor. His expression was impassive as he watched her from several feet away. "I don't want to play this game anymore," Hayden told him. "What game would that be?" he asked softly. Hayden's scowl grew darker. "The game where I ask you to give me the Sim card, and you offer me another deal. Just give me the card, or let me go." He passed a finger over his bottom lip in a thoughtful pose, but soon dropped it in order to respond. "I'm not ready to let you go yet." "When do you think you will be ready?" she asked angrily. "I'll let you know," he answered cryptically. Reaching the end of her patience, Hayden turned towards the street. Her eyes shot quickly up and down the block, but there was still no one. It didn't stop her from opening her mouth to let out an ear piercing scream. The sound of it was loud, and it split the night in half as it went on and on. When she ran out of breath, she filled her lungs again, and let out another one. It broke suddenly in the middle when Zach bounded off the bench to wrap an arm around her waist to pull her back against his chest. His large hand quickly reached up to cover her mouth to end the sound as he pressed his lips against her ear. "Stop," he said in warning. Hayden let out a whimpered cry against the palm of his hand. His lips then descended to press against the side of her neck, and she felt him begin to kiss his way down the length of it as she closed her eyes. Another soft mewl escaped her throat, and his grip on her tightened as his tongue came out to swirl, and dance as his lips sucked at her skin. When he lifted his head, his eyes were stern. "If I let you go, are you going to be good?" he asked in a deceptively soft tone. Hayden nodded against his grip. Zach seemed to be gauging her sincerity, but after a moment he lowered his palm hesitantly as he watched her carefully. "You know, this is illegal. Are you trying to end up in jail?" she gasped. Zach's brows knitted as he bit the corner of his lip. "Not exactly," he said after a moment. His arm was still clasped about her waist, and he had to tilt his head back to meet her eyes as he looked down at her. "What do you want, Zach?" she whispered in agony. His blue eyes lingered on her trembling lips. "World peace," he breathed. Slipping his thumb under her chin, he angled her face upward so that he could kiss her mouth gently. Pulling her bottom lip between his own, he bit down gently making Hayden's eyes widen. When he released it, he smiled slowly. His fingers lifted to brush the hair back from her face as he met her troubled grey eyes. "I want you. I thought that was obvious by now," he said quietly. Hayden's mouth pinched. "You want to have sex with me," she accused. Zach's brows lifted as an abrupt laugh escaped him. "You're a master of deduction, Holmes. What gave it away? This?" Bending his knees, Zach pushed his hips up against her so that his aching erection ground against her stomach. His eyes burned brighter as Hayden gasped beneath him. Once she had recovered from the surprise of his actions she scowled. "If you think I'm going to have sex with you while chained to a God damn bench in the middle of nowhere, think again." she growled. Zach leaned in until his cheek rubbed against the side of hers. His voice was low, and seductive as he spoke. "I can unlock it. Just let me touch you. I need to touch you," he groaned. "Go touch yourself," Hayden said crossly before shoving him. Another laugh escaped Zach as he stumbled backwards. "Is that a no?" he asked in amusement. "That's an emphatic no," Hayden answered with a nod. She tried to cross her arms over her chest, but her restraint halted the movement, and she let out a sigh of disgust as she pulled on it in irritation. When her volatile eyes turned back towards him, he had resumed his position in the corner. "You're kind of stubborn, aren't you?" he asked offhandedly. Hayden nodded. "Yes, I am. You might as well unlock this now because there's no way in hell I'm going to do what you want me to do," she informed him. "I'm not going to make you," Zach sighed. "The choice is entirely yours." "I've made my choice," Hayden reiterated. "Since that's why you've kept me prisoner here, I suggest you take this off now. I want to go home." "Not yet," Zach mused. "Lets talk for a while. It will give us a chance to get to know each other better." "I know all that I think I need to know," Hayden replied petulantly. "Come on. Aren't you just the slightest bit curious? There's nothing you want to ask me?" Zach encouraged. "Okay," she finally said. "What's your last name? I'm going to need to know it when I talk to the police." Zach snorted. "I don't think you will, and even if you did it wouldn't make a difference." Hayden narrowed her eyes. "Is Zach even your real name?" He smiled in response. "No." Hayden scowled. "I thought you didn't like to beat around the bush or pretend?" He actually looked a little sheepish. "I don't. Sometimes extenuating circumstances call for it." Hayden nodded in understanding. "Like when you want to abduct someone, and you don't want to get caught?" His smile became a grin. "Right." "So, if your name isn't Zach, what should I call you?" she asked. "Zach works for now," he said with a shrug. With an aggravated sigh, Hayden slipped to her corner of the bus shelter, and sat down. Pulling her feet onto the bench, she wrapped her arms around her knees, and shivered. "You're very pretty, you know." Hayden's eyes widened incredulously. "Is that your excuse?" she wondered. The question brought another smile to his lips. "No. Just making an observation." "I'm getting really cold," Hayden told him. Her teeth began to chatter to give proof to her words. "You don't have to be. I told you that already. You're choosing to be." Zach reminded her. "Knowing my luck, I'll get pneumonia after this, and die," Hayden said cynically. Her teeth chattered again. "How old are you?" Zach asked suddenly. Hayden frowned. "Nineteen. Why?" Zach shook his head. "Just curious." "How old are you? Thirty?" Hayden asked as she lifted a brow. Zach looked wounded. "I'm twenty six," he corrected her. Then he frowned. "I really think you should come down here. You're chattering so much it's starting to make me feel bad." "Good." Hayden said resentfully. "I hope someone locks you in a freezer some day so you know what this feels like." Zach let out a small chuckle. "You sure you don't want to come down here? Instant warmth. I promise you," he said with a grin. "I think I've been mauled enough for one day," Hayden replied sourly. He shook his head at her stubbornness. "Look, I'll make you a deal." "No more deals," Hayden interrupted. Zach's chest shook as he tried to contain his amusement. "No. You'll like this one, I think." Hayden eyed him suspiciously from her corner. "What is it?" she asked hesitantly. Zach scowled then cleared his throat in an attempt to remove the levity from his visage. It didn't help much, and after a moment he ended up tucking his tongue into his cheek to hide his grin. "Alright, so, I'm willing to make a trade," he told her. Hayden lifted a brow as she looked at him skeptically. "Is that right?" Zach nodded. "If you're willing to let me help you get warm, I'll tell you what my real name is. You want to know that, don't you? So you can tell the police?" Hayden frowned. "Even if I wanted to know that badly, how do I know that whatever you tell me won't just be another lie?" Zach couldn't hide his grin any longer. "I'll show you my driver's license," he said. Hayden leaned forward, and looked at him as if he had lost his mind. "So, let me get this straight. You want me, to come down there. To possibly get groped, mauled, or even raped, and in exchange you're going to show me your driver's license?" Zach nodded. "You're not going to get raped. I already told you I wouldn't make you do anything that you didn't want to do. You'll be warm, and you'll also get a piece of information I'm sure you are probably curious to know. It's a win win situation for you." Hayden shook her head before bringing her fingers up to her forehead. When she dropped her hand to look at him, her expression was clouded with disbelief. "And what exactly do you get out of that deal?" she inquired. "The pleasure of your proximity," he said vaguely. Hayden's eyes narrowed. "I have a better idea. Take this damn thing off my wrist," she said as she held up her restraint. "And I won't come down there, and slap you for offering me such a horrible deal." Zach bust out laughing. "Has anyone ever told you what a brat you are? It's highly entertaining." "I'm glad that I amuse you," Hayden responded as she continued to glare at him. "You have no idea." Lifting his finger, he ran it along his lower lip as he became lost in thought. Finally, he turned his head to the side as he sighed. When he turned back to her, his expression was defeated. "What if I promise not to put my hands on you?" Hayden chattered as she rolled her eyes. "Why should I believe you?" she asked. "I've kept my word about everything so far. Haven't I?" She nodded reluctantly. "You won't touch me?" she asked dubiously. "I swear. As God as my witness, I will not put my hands on you unless you ask me to." Hayden stared at him across the space of the bus shelter. He looked sincere, but it could be a ruse. She was reaching the point where she no longer cared. She was freezing. "Alright," she finally broke. "If you break your promise, I'm going to start screaming again." The Prisoner Of Desire "Fair enough," Zach agreed. When she started to rise, he held up his hand. "Stay there. It will be easier if I come to you." Slipping from the bench, he crossed the short space between them until he reached her side. "Scoot forward," he told her quietly. After she had complied, Zach lifted his leg to straddle the bench so that he was behind her. Once he was seated, he pulled his coat open, and pulled her back against him. Hayden was rigid as she sunk into him. It wasn't because of his proximity. It was because her muscles had begun to lock up from being exposed to such a low temperature for an extended period of time. When he wrapped the edges of his coat around her slight frame, and encircled her waist with his arms, Hayden shuddered. He was like a human furnace. She could already feel his body heat seeping into her as it radiated off of his hard chest. Burrowing into him, she turned her head to press her cheek against his warm front as her teeth continued to chatter. "Better?" he asked softly. Hayden nodded. "I would rub you to get you warmer faster, but I don't think my ears could handle it," he said with a laugh. Instead, he dropped his chin to her shoulder, and let out a deep sigh. "You are really weird," she said with a shiver. Her words made him smile. "Not usually. If you knew me outside of this particular circumstance, you would probably see me in a whole different light." Hayden tilted her head back to look at him. "A different one from crazy?" His brows furrowed as he met her eyes, but then he smiled. "Yes. A different one from crazy," he repeated. "Can I ask you something?" she said quietly. Peering down at her, he nodded. "Sure. Ask me whatever you'd like." "If you have a driver's license, why were you sitting here? Don't you have a car?" Zach hesitated before responding. "Yes. I have a car." Hayden frowned. "Why were you taking the bus then?" He seemed to think it over for a moment before he finally admitted, "I wasn't." "Then why were you sitting here?" she asked in confusion. Zach shrugged. "I went for a walk, then decided to sit down for a minute." His explanation sounded odd to Hayden, but she didn't press it further. She was beginning to feel slightly warmer cocooned against him, and it was bringing back her ability to think clearly. "So, what is your real name?" she wondered. Zach grinned. "Uh uh. I offered that up before, and you turned it down. If you want to know what it is, you have to offer something in return." "More deals," Hayden said with a sigh. Zach nodded. "You have to give something to get something. That's how the world works." Hayden peered back at him, and rolled her eyes. "I thought you wanted us to get to know each other better?" she said with a smirk. Zach lifted his brows as he looked down into her smug face. "I would like nothing better, smart mouth. Should we start in the biblical sense?" he asked with a grin. Hayden couldn't be certain, but she would swear that he had lifted his hips as he said that, but he quickly shifted his weight as if he was trying to get more comfortable, and she couldn't be certain. "This whole trading thing seems to be a big thing of yours. Are you a stock broker?" she wondered. Zach let out an abrupt laugh. "No. I am not a stock broker." "Do you work in retail? I could easily picture you as a salesman." Zach grinned. "I'm a lawyer." Hayden scrunched her nose as she looked up at him. "I guess that makes sense," she finally admitted. "A lawyer breaking the law. Kind of ironic," she said with a twist of her lips. "Only one so far. I'm fairly certain it wouldn't hold up in court if it came down to it though," he told her. "What makes you so certain?" Hayden asked with a scowl. Zach smiled. "Well, for one, you have no witnesses." Hayden let out a snort at his response. "Two. Everything we have done together has been consensual." Dipping his head, he slid his rough cheek against hers in a slight caress. It made her gasp, but he quickly lifted his head again. "Three. You aren't injured in any way, shape, or form. If you go to the police, and tell them that you were held against your will, that's going to be the first thing they are going to look for. When they find nothing, the questions will start. Did you struggle? Did you cry out for help?" Zach shifted slightly once more before continuing. "What are you going to tell them? No, officer. I snuggled with him in the corner because I was cold?" Hayden didn't appreciate the chuckle that followed that statement, and pushed her body back against him in a rough nudge. It made a grunt leave his chest, and he squeezed her tighter in retaliation. His lips brushed against her ear as he lowered his head. "Doing that is probably not a good idea. I'm hard enough as it is without you pushing against it," he said thickly. Hayden's eyes widened, and she immediately made an effort to stay perfectly still. "When you add it all up, you don't really have a case, beautiful. It's your word against mine," he finished. Hayden bit down on her lip as she contemplated his words. He was probably right. Whenever he did decide to let her go, there was probably nothing she could do about it after the fact. The thought made her anger grow the more she thought about it. "Why are you doing this?" she asked with irritation. He sighed. "I already answered that question. I'm doing it because I want you." Hayden's scowl grew darker. "Are you waiting for me to just give in? We're going to be here for a long time if that's the case," she told him. Zach smiled again. "I'm not waiting for you to give in. I was hoping to persuade you." "There's nothing you can offer me that would make me do that," Hayden said fiercely. "I don't want to make you," he responded. "If I take you, it's going to be because you want me to. It will be because you want it just as much as I do." Hayden snorted again. "Do you have a pocket full of magic pixie dust? That's never going to happen." "Would it be so horrible?" he asked softly. "I know that you're not opposed to my touch. I can tell by the way that you react." Hayden opened her mouth to deny his words, but thought better of it. He would only see it as another challenge, and she still hadn't completely recovered from the last one. Instead, she pulled on her restraint so that it clanked loudly in the confines of the shelter. Zach sighed. "If you actually admitted that you want me, I might be willing to take that off." Hayden shook her head against his chest. "If I wanted you then you wouldn't need it in the first place," she pointed out. "God, you're stubborn," he sighed. Shifting his weight, he pulled her back against him tighter. "If you want me to take it off that damn bad then offer me something in return. Offer me something I can't pass up." Hayden frowned at his words. "Besides the obvious, what do you want?" Zach shook his head before responding. "I'm not going to ask you for anything. If you want your freedom then you have to offer a trade in return for it. If it's a good trade, I'll agree. If it's not, then I'll let you know, and you'll have to think of something better." "You want me to negotiate?" Hayden asked in surprise. Zach nodded. "That's right." "I'll give you twenty dollars," she offered quickly. Zach's chest shook with laughter. "I make five times that by going to work for an hour. What else do you got?" Hayden frowned as she thought it over. "You can have my graduation ring," she finally responded. "It cost almost four hundred dollars." Zach's lips twisted as he shook his head again. "I don't want money, Hayden, or your jewelry." "Oh." Hayden's frown grew larger as she wracked her brain for something to trade. Finally, she sighed. "I don't really have anything else to offer. There's my car, but I'm sure you wouldn't even want it if you saw it." His lips descended to the side of her neck, and he lightly pressed them against her skin. "Think harder," he said softly. Hayden squirmed slightly in his grasp. "I could kiss you again, I suppose. If you wanted me to." Zach's mouth parted, and his tongue came out to lightly taste her. "I want you to," he breathed. "It's not enough." Hayden gasped as his lips grasped onto her earlobe. Pulling it into his mouth, he began to suck on it gently. She trembled as she took a deep breath. "What if I let you touch me?" she braved. She could hear the light sounds of his breath as he grazed his teeth over the lobe before he released it to slide his cheek against hers. "Where?" he asked gruffly. Lifting her hands beneath his coat, she pressed them to the front of her breasts before tilting her head to meet his heated gaze. "Here," she said. For a long moment, he gazed into her grey eyes before he finally responded. "Where else?" he whispered. Hayden felt entrapped within the blue pools before her. She was playing with fire, and she knew it. She had little resources left to her, and she knew that this is what he wanted. Slipping her fingers down her torso, she grasped onto the back of his hand where it lay across her stomach, and lifted it to press it between her legs. Once he was cupping her mound through her jeans she took a halting breath. "Here," she told him nervously. She could feel his heartbeat accelerate where she was pressed against him, but his expression didn't alter. "For how long?" he asked softly. Hayden wasn't sure how to respond. "How long will it take?" she finally asked. His gaze never wavered. "Let me touch you until I give you an orgasm. If you can do that, I'll unlock the cuffs." She swallowed slowly as she contemplated the request, and then she closed her eyes. When she opened them again she nodded. "Alright," she whispered. Lifting his brows, he nodded back. To her surprise, he pulled his hand away from where she had placed it, and lifted his fingers to the side of her neck. Tilting his head, he leaned in to touch her lips with his own. When he pulled back there was a grimace upon his face. "I don't want you to feel... How did you put it? Mauled. We're going to go slow. Okay?" Hayden took a halting breath. "Okay," she agreed. "I need to warm my hands first. I saw how badly you jumped the last time, and I want you to enjoy this," he told her softly. When she nodded in understanding, Zach lifted his palms and pressed them together in front of her. He rubbed them together quickly, then held them up in front of her face. "Breathe," he ordered quietly. When she obediently huffed air into his cupped hands, he rubbed them together once more. "I don't want to open my jacket to do this, or you're just going to get cold again. I'm going to pull my arms inside," he warned her. When she made no effort to balk at his intentions, Zach carefully pulled one appendage from his sleeve before freeing the other. Once they were inside of his warm coat, he wrapped them around her middle before squeezing her tightly. Hayden let out a shaky breath while awaiting his next move. "We can stop anytime you want to," he assured her. "If it becomes too much, just tell me, and I will stop." Closing her eyes, Hayden swallowed before nodding again. His fingers eased beneath the hem of her shirt slowly. When they came into contact with her soft skin, she jerked beneath him. His palms slid over her stomach in a back and forth motion as he pressed his lips to her ear. "Relax," he breathed. "I won't hurt you." His words were designed to soothe her, but the seductive timbre of his voice only put her further on edge. His hands began to venture further north, and she tensed when they reached the underside of both of her breasts. Brushing his index fingers against her in the barest whisper of a touch, he repeated the motion several times before grazing lightly over both of her nipples. His thumbs began to circle the peaks in a gently teasing manner, and then he pinched them between his fingers causing Hayden to suck in a sharp breath. He plucked at the tips as if he were playing a fine instrument. Stroking, twisting, and gliding over them until a small whimper passed from her lips. His voice became strained. "Look at me." Hayden turned her head, and met his intense blue eyes. "Relax," he uttered softly once more. It took Hayden a moment to realize that she had gripped onto the top of his thighs with her hands, and that her fingers were digging into him. Easing her hold, she took a steadying breath, and tried to calm her racing heart. His large hands suddenly cupped both of her firm breasts, and lifted them as he squeezed. He massaged the flesh while continuously passing his thumbs across the erect points of her nipples. A rough breath escaped him, and then he dropped his mouth to her neck. Opening his lips wide, he roughly began to lick and suck the skin there. Gasping, she tilted her head to give him greater access, and bit her lip to hold in a moan. She felt hot everywhere that he touched her, and the ache it sent down between her legs was becoming uncomfortable. His hungry mouth only added fuel to the fire, and within moments she was panting and squirming against him. He leaned back abruptly, taking her with him. His warm palm slid down the expanse of her stomach before plunging into the front of her jeans beneath her panties to find a home between her legs. The sudden pressure of his fingers latching onto her mound made her arch against his chest. When he gripped onto it firmly, and lifted upwards, Hayden cried out. His middle finger curled, and began to lightly stroke between her folds. She was slick from his ministrations, and the digit glided easily as he ran it up and down her slit. "You are so wet," he breathed in awe. He was unbelievably hard where she pressed against him, and all that he wanted to do was bury himself between her legs, and ride out the ache until he exploded inside of her. For a moment he contemplated doing just that. Taking the decision away from her by easing down the material of her jeans, and slipping between her thighs. He knew that once he was deep that she wouldn't resist him. That she would willingly accept the thick intrusion, and allow him to gratify himself, but he couldn't do it. He needed her to ask for it. To want it. To beg him for it. Denying himself was torture, and a grunt of need escaped his throat as he continued to suck on her skin. His finger slid against the sensitive nub between her legs, and he began to rub it furiously. It made her tighten like a bow against him as another cry emerged from her throat. "It's too much!" she panted. Her fingers dug into his thighs once more as she moaned. "Oh God! Please, Zach!" He didn't relent for a moment. Breaking his mouth from her, he rubbed his cheek against hers in a rough caress before diverting his fingers to play along her slit. His other hand was still clasped firmly around her breast, and he tweaked her nipple to heighten the sensations further. "Lucas," he groaned. "My name is Lucas." Her mouth parted wordlessly, and her large grey eyes widened before darting to meet his impassioned gaze. Before she could speak a word, he tilted his head, and took her mouth urgently. His lips pressed wide, and his tongue came out to swirl against hers while a low growl of pleasure erupted from his throat. His entire frame tensed with the exertion of willpower it took not to take her then and there. "I want inside of you so bad," he uttered harshly. "Let me inside, Hayden." He was so hard it was painful. It was making him lose all sense of control. Pulling her tighter up against him, he plunged his fingers between her legs, and buried them inside of her. It took him a moment to become aware in his fevered mind that there was a barrier that was halting his progress. When the realization finally sunk in, his entire frame stilled in surprise. "You're a virgin?" he croaked in disbelief. Hayden's breath was still leaving her in winded gasps, but she quickly nodded. "How can you be a virgin? You're beautiful," he said in amazement. "I was waiting for the right person." Burying his face against her neck, something akin to a tortured whimper left his throat. Squeezing her tightly for a moment, he held her frame against his then abruptly released her. His arms shot into the sleeves of his coat, and then he quickly stood taking his warmth away from her. Storming to the end of the shelter, he placed his hands upon the wall, and his head sunk low for a moment as he tried to collect himself. No more than a moment had passed before he swiftly whirled back around, and stormed back to where she sat. His lips were pressed into a grim line as he gazed down at her. When her wide grey eyes looked up at him questioningly, he reached inside of his coat pocket before leaning over her to snatch a hold of her wrist. The cuff came open easily beneath his fingers, and he swiftly unlocked the other side before placing them into his pocket. When she was free he took a step back. His gaze was volatile as he looked at her. "You're free to go," he said tightly. Hayden absently rubbed her wrist as she frowned up at him. "Just like that?" she asked in confusion. Lucas nodded. "Just like that." Her confusion only increased, and it showed upon her delicate face. "I don't understand. Why now?" Closing his eyes, Lucas fought for strength. When he opened them again his features contorted in a grimace. "I want to fuck you, Hayden. Badly. I don't just want it. I need it. If I don't let you go I'm not going to be able to stop myself from doing it. I want you so much right now that I was even contemplating forcing the issue. I can't do that knowing how innocent you are. I don't want to hurt you." Hayden was momentarily stunned by his admission. When he continued to glare at her, and said nothing more, she slowly rose to her feet. "So, I can leave?" she asked softly. "Yes. You can leave." Straightening the hem of her shirt, Hayden lifted her fingers to close her jacket. When it was secured, she lifted her wary gaze to his once more. He was watching her in silence with the same pensive expression on his face. "Alright," she whispered. Her legs trembled as she stepped away from the bench to pass him. She had taken only a few steps when she suddenly paused. Turning around, she faced him hesitantly. "How am I supposed to get home?" she wondered. His angry strides brought him to her side almost instantly, making her gasp. Once he stood before her, he reached inside of her coat pocket until he found her cell phone, and pulled it out. Slipping the casing from the back, he removed the battery, and clutched it in his palm before digging in his own pocket for the missing Sim Card. Reinserting it into the phone, he placed the battery back inside, and reattached the panel. When he was done, he handed it to her stiffly, and waited for her to take it. "You can call someone now," he said tersely. "Even the police if you like." "You're very angry," she acknowledged. "I'm not angry," he denied. Hayden frowned again before her gaze dropped to the sidewalk at her feet. "It's very late. I'm not sure who I should call." "Your parents?" he suggested brusquely. Hayden shook her head. "I don't want to call them." "A friend?" "At this time of night?" she said doubtfully. Running his fingers through his hair in agitation, Lucas scowled. "Hayden, you have to call someone. What about a cab?" "I only have money for the bus," she told him sheepishly. Looking down at her, his eyes suddenly crinkled in amusement. "I can give you money. Call them." Nodding in acceptance, she pushed the button to turn the phone on. "Do you know the number?" she asked.