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Adam stood in front of a full length mirror, admiring his own figure within the golden frame. His head still buzzed from the music and din of conversation of the party he’d just left. Now, he was inside a common room of some sort. It was circular, with only two exits: the brightly lit hall from which he’d come and a large set of double doors that led, supposedly, to the bedroom of his targets.

He’d been shown to this room by one half of the couple Adam was meant to be distracting: Mr. Baker, an extremely charismatic man who held an immoral amount of both money and power. He and his wife were rich war profiteers. Surprisingly, this was not the main focus of their mission, and Mr. and Mrs. Baker had the honour of being two people in the wrong place at the wrong time, who were meant to stay out of the way. If the mission was a success.

And Adam was about to seduce them. Arguably, he already had. Disguised as a shareholder, it had taken only a brief introduction, a few furtive glances, and a few compliments before Mr. and Mrs. Baker cornered Adam at one of the tables, bombarding him with questions Adam quickly realized were suggestive and not at all business-related.

They’d sat in the chairs to his immediate left and right. They arranged themselves in comfortable sitting positions, leaning toward him, their gazes hungrily looking him up and down.

Then Mr. Baker had asked him, “Sunrise or sunset?”

He did so with a glance toward Mrs. Baker, and the couple exchanged a brief, half-lidded smile before they set their gazes on him.

Adam looked between the two of them. They both wanted him, but the choice was his. And since he needed both of them out of the way, he said, with a smile, “I enjoy both just as much as any other time of day.”

This was apparently the correct answer, because the couple exchanged another smile.

“I have to apologize, we’ve been so inconsiderate,” Mr. Baker said, placing a warm hand on Adam’s knee as if in consolation. “We haven’t even shown you the best part of the house.”

It seemed too easy. Mrs. Baker disappeared on the promise that she’d be right back, while Mr. Baker escorted Adam out of the main room and through the mansion’s long halls. Then they wound up in this common room, where Mr. Baker apologized for being so rude, then promised he’d be right back with wine.

So, Adam found the nearest thing to occupy himself, which was a mirror. He fixed his bowtie, tugged on his jacket cuffs, reached for his hair and then had to stop himself from possibly ruining it.

When Mr. Baker returned about a minute later, he held a bottle of wine in one hand and three glasses tucked between his arm and his body.

“I apologize, again, for the wait,” Mr. Baker said as he set the items down on a table and began to pour. “I’d hate to have you think we’re not treating our guests well.”

Adam smiled and shook his head, carefully watching as one half of his target poured the wine for him. “I haven’t thought anything like that. I feel spoiled, if anything.”

Mr. Baker set down the bottle of wine and plucked two glasses from their place on the tray. He didn’t appear to have put anything in the wine, so Adam tried not to worry when he was passed a glass of a white wine. They both spun the drink in their glasses for a moment before they clinked glasses, gazes locking. Adam felt stuck in place by Mr. Baker’s dark gaze.

Then they drank, and Adam was surprised at the lightness of it.

“Chenin blanc,” Mr. Baker said after his first sip. “It’s our preferred crowd pleaser.”

Adam tipped his glass in acknowledgement. “Crowd pleased.”

Mr. Baker’s attention turned to the mirror, where the two barely fit together within the frame.

“It’s beautiful,” Adam admitted. “Where did you get it?”

“It was commissioned for us,” Mr. Baker explained. “We met the artist in Italy. She hand-made the entire thing.”

“It’s gorgeous…” Adam studied the frame, impressed by the intricacy of the floral patterns. He had the urge to reach out and let his fingers graze the delicate work, but he figured that’d lose him a bit of his charm.

“You really are something, you know that?” Mr. Baker said.

Adam responded with a half smile. He became suddenly aware of how fast his heart beat.

“You have a beautiful face…” Mr. Baker was now speaking directly to Adam through the mirror. He shifted so he stood behind Adam. His gaze stooped lower. “You’re in wonderful shape. If it was possible, I’d turn you to stone and keep you as a statue in our garden.”

Adam laughed and went red. “I wouldn’t mind it so much if it meant being admired by Mr. and Mrs. Baker.” He tipped back his glass of wine, draining the last of it.

“You already have our admiration,” Mr. Baker said, his voice low. His free hand snaked around Adam’s waist and he leaned in close. “I think you’ll find,” he whispered, taking the empty glass from Adam’s hand and placing it on a nearby table, “that we’re very accommodating.”

Then he closed his eyes and softly kissed Adam’s neck. His kisses began just below Adam’s jawline before he worked his way toward Adam’s shoulder. Shivers ran down Adam’s spine. Mr. Baker’s hand curved further around Adam’s waist, pulling him closer so that he held Adam against his own body.

Mr. Baker’s right hand soon joined the first, moving across Adam’s chest. It reached for his bowtie, where Mr. Baker hooked a finger underneath and tugged on it.

“This’ll be no good,” he murmured, his voice gravelly.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Adam challenged. He lifted his free hand to rest on the side of Mr. Baker’s face.

This caused Mr. Baker to smile and resume his kisses. He slowly undid the bowtie, and once it was untied he slowly worked away at the top few buttons of Adam’s shirt.

The sound of footsteps on the marble steps came closer and closer. Adam stiffened, but Mr. Baker carried on. The footsteps rounded the corner and Mrs. Baker stepped into sight, immediately laying eyes on them.

“Getting started without me?” she challenged, her eyes narrowed to slits as she smiled.

“I knew you’d come along soon,” Mr. Baker offered. “We’re just warming up.”

Adam moved his hands to adjust his hair, but Mr. Baker gripped his arms and pulled them back, Adam now pressed against Mr. Baker’s chest. “Ah-ah-ah,” he chided, his breath hot on Adam’s ear.

“You’re ours now,” Mrs. Baker purred as she stepped closer. She didn’t stop until she stood directly before him. She lifted his chin with one finger, where he got a good look at the sharp curve of her cheekbones and her jawline. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” Adam said, realising for the first time how out of breath he was.

Mrs. Baker chuckled and moved her hand up, brushing her thumb across Adam’s lips. The contact sent sparks through his body.

She moved her hand from his face and leaned forward, kissing him on the lips. Her kiss was much more rough, much more forceful than her husband’s. She kissed him again and again, making him stagger and fall against Mr. Baker. Her hands found his waist. As her hands explored his abdomen and moved slowly up his chest, Mr. Baker kissed Adam’s neck again. This time, though, he bit at Adam’s skin.

Adam let himself relax a little. His part of the mission was a success, it was now only a matter of keeping them distracted long enough.

Mrs. Baker pressed her body against Adam’s until he was stuck between the two of them. Her hands found a sweet spot on his chest just as Mr. Baker bit down. Adam gasped involuntarily, breaking Mrs. Baker’s kiss. She didn’t protest, instead planting kisses along his jawline.

Fuck, he thought as he realized he was actually enjoying this. He’d never gotten this much attention in his life.

Mr. Baker released Adam’s arms. Adam felt Mr. Baker’s warm, rough hand on the other side of his neck, tilting his head back. Mr. Baker’s other arm wrapped around Adam’s waist again, pulling him close.

Adam couldn’t control his breaths now. His entire body radiated heat.

Mrs. Baker stopped and broke away for a moment. Mr. Baker put an end to his kisses.

For a moment, Adam felt panicked adrenaline. Somehow, they’d found out.

But when he opened his eyes, the look on Mrs. Baker’s face was one of lust. “We should move to the bedroom.”

Adam smiled and cocked an eyebrow. “I get to see the bedroom?”

Mrs. Baker smiled and took hold of Adam’s arm, coaxing him out of her husband’s grip. “Of course. We’ll show you.”

They each grabbed onto his arms, leading him to the large set of double doors. He hardly heard what they were saying as they neared the doors, suddenly anxious as to what he’d find beyond.

But when Mrs. Baker broke away and opened both doors, Adam found a standard-looking master bedroom. Thick, satin curtains were pulled over the window on the far side of the room. When Mrs. Baker closed the doors behind them, the room was washed in a faint sepia glow. A king-size canopy bed with black curtains sat pushed up against the wall to their right, and it was in this direction Adam was led.

Mr. Baker undid the buttons of Adam’s jacket, and Adam guided his hands as he pulled the jacket over his shoulders.

The jacket was quickly discarded. Mr. Baker grabbed Adam’s arms and turned him so he was facing the couple, who now stood before him, looking him up and down.

“Shoes,” Mrs. Baker said.

Adam used the toe of one shoe to remove the other, then did the same with the other. The second they were off, Mrs. Baker placed a hand on his chest. “Sit.”

Adam smiled and did as he was told, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“You’ll do as we say or there will be consequences,” Mr. Baker said as he took a step toward Adam. “Understood?”

Adam straightened his posture and opened his legs up, his body now overtaken with a pleasant warmth. “What kind of consequences?”

Mr. Baker rested his hands on Adam’s knees, closing the space between them with one final step. He took up Adam’s vision, towering above him. When he spoke, Adam could feel it in the man’s chest. He stroked Adam’s knees, his hands travelling up Adam’s thighs. “If you behave, you won’t have to find out.”

Excitement bolted through Adam’s chest. Mr. Baker leaned forward and kissed Adam on the lips. Adam’s eyes fluttered closed, trying not to enjoy the feeling of Mr. Baker’s lips against his own, or his firm hands moving up Adam’s thighs. He reached for Mr. Baker’s face with one hand and raked his fingers through Mr. Baker’s hair with the other. He wrapped his legs around Mr. Baker’s waist. All the while, Mrs. Baker searched through dresser drawers, pulling out things that clinked.

He couldn’t help the pleasant feeling deep down. He rolled his hips upward and breathed heavily against Mr. Baker’s kisses.

Mr. Baker must have taken this as an invitation, because he grabbed Adam and moved him further onto the bed, dropping him with his head on the pillows. Mr. Baker then gripped Adam’s wrists and pinned them on either side of his head. This was quickly followed by his knee, which slid up between Adam’s legs.

Adam couldn’t help squirming beneath him. Mr. Baker stared down at him, eyes narrowed, like he was considering what he’d do to Adam. The thought only increased the pleasant feeling inside him.

“Try and escape,” Mr. Baker murmured.

Adam balled his hands into fists and tried to pull himself free, but Mr. Baker held him in an iron grip. To his delight, every movement had him moving against Mr. Baker’s knee. He couldn’t help the shuddering moans that escaped him.

A shift in the bed indicated that Mrs. Baker had joined them. Mr. Baker released Adam’s left wrist, only for Mrs. Baker to pin it down herself. Mr. Baker leaned down and began to kiss Adam again, while Mrs. Baker undid the remaining buttons on Adam’s shirt and planted kisses on his skin. When Adam struggled to free himself, he found her grip to be just as strong as Mr. Baker’s.

Mrs. Baker’s kisses turned to bites and Adam could no longer help himself. Two mouths worked away at his body. He grinded against Mr. Baker’s knee, gasping and moaning against Mr. Baker’s kisses.

“How do you feel about handcuffs?” Mr. Baker asked in between kisses.

“Sorry?” Adam asked, trying to sound aroused rather than alarmed.

“Handcuffs,” another kiss, “you,” another kiss, “the bed.” Then he really put a stop to his kisses to wait for Adam’s response.

Adam looked up at the man above him. He told himself this was just something they liked to do rather than their way of trapping him. “Do you have any?”

Mr and Mrs. Baker exchanged a glance, something that looked both amorous and conspiratorial. Mrs. Baker reached into a pocket on her dress and brought forth two pairs of metal handcuffs. She passed one pair to Mr. Baker and the two of them set to work, fastening one end of each pair around Adam’s wrists. The metal was cold and it clinked as it locked in place. They pulled his arms up over his head and fastened the other ends to the headboard, which Adam realized had bars.

Once he was bound, Mr. Baker leaned in close and whispered, “Try and escape now.”

Adam tugged against the handcuffs. Not only were they impossible to break out of without a key or other tools he had no access to, but the bars on the headboard were as stiff as steel.

“Enough games, spy,” Mr. Baker said, a small smile on his face. “Who are you and who do you work for?”

Adam’s entire body froze, but he hummed in satisfaction and said, “Oh, I like this game.” He put a mock stern on his face. “I won’t tell you anything.”

“Who are you,” Mrs. Baker echoed, only much slower, “and who do you work for?”

“You’re going to want to answer the question,” Mr. Baker threatened.

Adam mentally cursed himself. Neither of them had undressed, except for their discarded shoes, which should have been an obvious red flag. But what could he have done at that point?

Adam squirmed and kept his smile on his face. “What’ll you do?”

Mrs. Baker snorted. “Don’t make us resort to other methods.”

Adam bit his lip. “Other methods?”

Mr. Baker’s hand returned to Adam’s inner thigh, where he stroked small circles. “Keep resisting and you’ll find out.”

Mrs. Baker laughed, low and soft. “Does it make you hard knowing that we could do anything to you? And you’d be powerless to stop us?”

Adam, still tense, squirmed against the blankets and whimpered. Just keep playing along. “Please.”

“What was that?” Mr. Baker asked, his hand edging farther up Adam’s thigh.

Adam tried to shift so that he could grind against Mr. Baker’s hand, squeezing his legs together. Through short breaths, he whispered, “Please, stop teasing me.”

At this, both Mr. and Mrs. Baker laughed. Mrs. Baker lifted a hand to Adam’s chest, where she slowly traced one manicured finger around his nipple. Adam tilted his head back and let out a shuddered moan.

Mrs. Baker leaned down until her lips brushed Adam’s ear. “I think we want to keep you like this.”

Then she kissed him on the lips as he moaned again. Just a single kiss before she pulled away. A bit of his fear dissolved. The spy thing was just a game.

His eyes closed, Adam felt Mr. Baker’s fingers wrap around his throat. But Mr. Baker didn’t tighten his grip, just brushed his thumb along Adam’s neck. The gentleness returned the warm feeling from earlier.

Mrs. Baker then shifted so she straddled Adam’s chest, both her hands moving down his chest to settle on his nipples. She brushed her thumbs over them, a movement that had Adam fighting against the handcuffs and gasping. Sweat broke out across his back.

As she did this, Mr. Baker released Adam’s neck and moved so he was behind Mrs. Baker. He undid the buttons on Adam’s pants and pulled them off him, slowly, teasing him. Next was his underwear. At the same time, Mrs. Baker peeled off her dress in one quick motion. Adam opened his eyes to see her in a full-body leather bra, belt, and harness, and the sight only turned him on more. Her hands returned to his nipples and, his underwear now gone, she moved back. Slowly, she positioned herself on top of Adam so that he entered her, her eyes closing and a soft moan escaping her as she did. She rocked back and forth, each movement violently sending a pleasant thrill through Adam. She grabbed at his chest and her hand movements grew rough. Adam closed his eyes and gasped, his body moving in time with hers.

For a moment, he wondered about Mr. Baker, until he felt two hands pull something thick and leather around his neck, followed by a rough kiss on his mouth. It must have been a collar. Mr. Baker fastened it tight and, by the sound of it, attached a chain leash.

“Say my name,” Mrs. Baker commanded.

“Mrs. Baker,” Adam whispered.

“Say it again.”

Adam’s voice wavered when he said, “Mrs. Baker.” His breaths now escaped him in shuddering gasps.

Mr. Baker caressed Adam’s face, one hand moving up his neck and toward his lips. There, he moved his thumbs in circles.
“Again.”

It took Adam a moment to gather his voice.

“Mrs. Ba--” He was cut off by his own cry as Mrs. Baker’s movements became more forceful.

I shouldn’t be enjoying this, he told himself.

Adam struggled against his handcuffs, instinctively reaching for anything he could hold onto.

His brain screamed at him. They’re war profiteers, they’re horrible people, they almost had you killed.

Adam came to his senses a moment too late. The pleasant feeling consumed him and he moaned, his voice going higher than he wanted. Mrs. Baker slowed down, her breaths raspy and laboured.

Exhaustion washed over him. He let out a satisfied sigh and let his head fall against the pillows.

Mr. Baker’s lips brushed Adam’s ear when he whispered, “We’re not done here.”

Of course. The pleasant feeling returned.

Mrs. Baker lifted herself off Adam, a movement that made him whimper. Mr. Baker yanked on the leash and Adam’s head snapped up, his eyes opening. Mr. Baker was on his hands and knees over Adam now, his face close, the chain leash wrapped around his hand. There was a devilish smile on his face.

“My apologies, in advance,” he said.

“What--what for?”

Mrs. Baker approached the bed again from the side and Mr. Baker handed her the chain leash. Mr. Baker kissed Adam on the lips, softly this time. “Walking might hurt for a while.”
He kissed him on the lips again, then moved his kisses down, down his jawline, down his neck, his collarbone, slowly down his chest and toward his hips. He moved his hands down Adam’s side in sync, pausing at his hips, where he gripped roughly and kissed along his body. Adam squirmed again, rocking his hips up. How quickly he’d gotten hard again was astonishing to him. He needed satisfaction.

Mrs. Baker kept a firm grip on the chain leash as she leaned down toward his chest and kissed. It was only moments before her mouth found his nipple and Adam gasped again.

Mr. Baker finally moved his hands down, feeling Adam’s butt and giving a squeeze before moving further still, until his hands were underneath the base of Adam’s thighs. He spread Adam’s legs apart, then took a moment as, from the sounds of it, he removed his own underwear.

Mr. Baker moved his hands to the bases of Adam’s thighs once more, then continued down until they were under Adam’s knees. He gripped them and lifted them up.

When Mr. Baker entered him, Adam whimpered, trying to keep himself from crying out. He pulled on his handcuffs. The stimulation was too much. His legs jerked but Mr. Baker held fast, never letting go as he rocked back and forth.

Mrs. Baker moved to his other nipple. She caressed it with her tongue, only adding to each of Mr. Baker’s thrusts. Adam could feel himself getting closer and closer to finishing, his entire body on fire.

With a few final thrusts, Adam’s voice rose to a desperate cry and he squeezed his eyes shut as he finished. Mr. Baker let out a shuddered breath and slowed, his grip softening on Adam’s knees. Mrs. Baker moved her kisses up toward Adam’s collarbone as Mr. Baker pulled out. Mr. and Mrs. Baker both shifted so they laid down on either side of Adam, whose breaths were still uneven and laboured, still trying to expel his adrenaline.

Mrs. Baker wrapped an arm around Adam’s waist while Mr. Baker stroked the side of Adam’s face, fingertips brushing Adam’s hair.

The room spun. Adam finally opened his eyes, exhaustion blurring the bed canopy above him. They laid like that for a long moment, maybe a few minutes, just catching their breath. Despite how exhausted he felt, Adam was sure that, if they wanted, he could go another round, and another, and another.

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“How long are you in town?”

“Just for the rest of the weekend,” Adam said in between deep breaths. “My… employer said to stay for the week, give it a few days in case… In case Mr. and Mrs. Baker request my company, with the… the deals and all…”

The couple exchanged a glance.

“Here’s an idea,” Mr. Baker said, a small smile on his face. “Why don’t you stay at our place for the week? We’d love to keep you around awhile.”

Adam’s heart leapt. He knew, in that moment, that he’d won. This is exactly what Novak had wanted. Get close to them, so close you have access to all their assets, let their guard down. Find the information.

But he couldn’t let it be that easy.

Adam smiled and shook his head. “I’d hate to impose…”

“You wouldn’t be imposing at all,” Mrs. Baker insisted. “We have our own cleaners, cooks, everything. We wouldn’t be doing any more work than we usually do.”

“Are you sure?” Adam asked.

“Dead certain,” Mrs. Baker continued.

“Don’t worry about it, we don’t bite,” Mr. Baker said. “Unless you want us to.”

“Well, I guess…” Adam pretended to think about it. “I did come here alone, and no one will notice if I’m not staying at the hotel…” He scrunched up his nose, pretending to hesitate. “I don’t know…”

Suddenly, Mr. Baker gripped Adam’s hair between his fingers and tugged. He leaned down, his mouth an inch from Adam’s. A pleasant thrill shot through his body. “Stay with us.”

Mrs. Baker leaned down as well, bit the skin along his jawline. “You either come with us willingly, or we bind and gag you and throw you in the trunk of our car,” she growled.

Adam smiled, narrowed his eyes at them. “You wouldn’t…”

“We can make anything happen,” Mrs. Baker murmured right as Mr. Baker kissed Adam on the mouth again. Adam closed his eyes as Mr. Baker’s tongue filled his mouth.

When Mr. Baker pulled away, Adam said, “I’d like to see you try.”

Mr. Baker brushed a strand of Adam’s hair off his forehead. His voice was low and gravelly when he said, “You know I’m gonna take that as an invitation, right?”

Adam shifted, trying to puff out his chest. “Prove it.”

Mr. Baker looked at his wife with a grin. “Fetch the ropes. I’ll dress him.”

Mrs. Baker smiled and slunk off the bed, moving to a dresser off to the side. Adam’s body grew hot as Mr. Baker put Adam’s underwear back on him, followed by his pants and his belt, which he did up tighter than it had been before. As he did this, Mrs. Baker stood at the foot of bed with a bundle of ropes. She unwound it and began to wrap the ropes around Adam’s ankles, pulling them tight.

When Mr. Baker was finished with Adam’s pants, he got up and went to the same dresser. When he came back, he held a ball gag in the shape of a rose. He stood next to the bed for a moment, wagging the gag. “I hope you won’t have anything to say between here and the house.”

Adam swallowed. This was really happening.

Mr. Baker chuckled, sitting on the bed right next to Adam. Mrs. Baker finished tying his legs and leaned against the bed frame. Mr. Baker said, “You look so scared all of a sudden.”

Adam tried to move his legs and found that they were tied together impossibly tight. Still looking into Mr. Baker’s eyes, he asked, “Does that turn you on?”

“It does.”

Mr. Baker dropped his gaze for a moment. Slowly, he crawled closer, until he was right next to Adam, one hand on either side of his torso. Once again, he was impossibly close, their lips just a hair away from brushing. “Do you want this?”

Adam let out a slight moan as he shifted. He smiled as he murmured, “I’ve never wanted anyone more.”

For a split second, their lips touched. Mr. Baker’s eyes flitted down to Adam’s lips, back up to his eyes. “What’s going to happen is we’re gonna tie you up, gag you, put you in our trunk, and then drive to our real house.”

Their lips brushed again.

Adam squirmed as he said, “What happens then?”

Mr. Baker brought the gag up to Adam’s mouth. “That’s for us to decide,” he said, pushing the gag inside as soon as Adam opened his mouth, “and for you to find out.” He fastened it at the back of Adam’s head.

When he finished, he looked into Adam’s eyes and ran his thumb along Adam’s lips. Adam let his tongue slide along the gag, which filled his entire mouth.

“How does that feel?”

Adam let out a muffled moan.

Mr. Baker looked at his wife and held out his hand. “Keys.”

Mrs. Baker reached for a side table before she dropped one little key into Mr. Baker’s hand. He reached up toward the headboard and unlocked one of the handcuffs. Right away, Adam tried to rip his hand free, but Mr. Baker had an iron grip on the other cuff. Mrs. Baker moved off the bed as Mr. Baker flipped Adam onto his stomach, then used his knee to pin Adam’s wrist against his back.

A bolt of pain went up Adam’s wrist and he gasped through his teeth. Mr. Baker ignored this and undid the other cuff, this time freeing Adam’s hand. Again, he gripped Adam’s hand tight and brought it behind his back, then cuffed them together.

Mr. Baker tipped Adam onto his back once more, admiring his own handiwork. He turned to Mrs. Baker. “Get Russel and Field, I’ll take him to the car.”

Mrs. Baker nodded and stood up, slipped her dress back on over her head, and headed for the door. Mr. Baker looked down at Adam, considering. He reached over as if to do up the buttons on his shirt, but instead caressed his abdomen with a strong, rough hand.

“Ever been kidnapped before?”

Adam shook his head--one of the only things he’d said all night that wasn’t a lie.

“Good. That means you can’t compare me to anyone else.” He wrapped his arms around Adam’s torso. “Brace yourself a minute.”

Then, with one big heave, he swung Adam off the bed and over his shoulder. Adam let out a muffled cry as Mr. Baker’s shoulder dug into his gut. The blood rushed to his head. On instinct, he tried to get away, only to remember his wrists and ankles were bound. He still wore the collar, the leash now dangling below him.

“Sorry about that,” Mr. Baker said in between hoarse breaths. He pushed himself off the bed. Adam felt dizzy being carried this way, and for a moment worried that Mr. Baker might lose his balance and fall. But he walked toward the door with relative ease, and then they were out of the master bedroom, making their way toward the foyer.

Mr. Baker had led him through a series of hallways that finally led to an underground garage. There were half a dozen black vehicles that looked as new as if they were on display at a dealership. The closest one--a sports car--was occupied by two stoic-looking men in the front seats. Mrs. Baker leaned against the side of the car, watching the two of them approach.

Adam watched, his entire body hot in humiliation, as Mr. Baker nodded to the two men and the trunk of the car popped open.

Panic seized Adam. This was insane. The two bodyguards didn’t even question it. For all Adam knew, this could be some elaborate, perverted, fucked up trap and now he had absolutely no way out of it. He was bound and gagged and about to be thrown into the trunk of a car driven by two--possibly armed--men twice his size, to a house on the edge of the city. He wondered if Mr. and Mrs. Baker had ever actually kidnapped someone, or if they had murdered someone, and this whole operation was normal to them. It sure seemed normal.

Mr. Baker approached the trunk and laid Adam down in it with much more ease than he’d picked him up. He supported Adam’s head as he set him down. Adam tried to let that reassure him. If this was a kidnapping, Mr. Baker wouldn’t care whether or not he got hurt, right?

Mr. Baker must’ve seen the fear in his eyes again, because he leaned down again.

“Comfortable?”

Adam shifted. The floor of the trunk was too hard. It was impossible to get comfortable. He snorted and shrugged.

Mr. Baker shrugged off his suit jacket and balled it up, placing it under Adam’s head. “That’s the best I can do for you. Now, just don’t scream or anything. We wouldn’t want anyone to catch us, would we?”

Then he closed the trunk and Adam was swallowed up in darkness.

The ride was long, but smooth. He had to guess somewhere between ten and fifteen minutes. But just as the pain in his shoulders from lying on them became too much, the car slowed to a stop and then turned off. The trunk opened and Adam blinked against the harsh fluorescent lights. Mr. Baker stood there. He reached for Adam again, this time wrapping an arm around his shoulders and under his knees and picking him up bridal style.

“Comfortable now?” he asked.

Adam nodded.

Mrs. Baker approached and closed the trunk. She took hold of the leash and smirked at Adam. “I’ll hold onto this.”

Adam looked over at the front of the car, where the two bodyguards exited and stood at attention.

Mr. Baker acknowledged them. “Thank you. That’ll be enough for tonight.”

The two men nodded and headed for one of the many doors in the garage. It was enormous. There had to be eight vehicles with three massive doors. There was a smaller door through which the bodyguards exited, which looked like it opened outside, and another door, much closer, which is where the three of them headed.

Mrs. Baker led the way, opening the door into a large lounge with a bar, fireplace, and couches. The wall with the fireplace was made entirely of cobblestone while one of the walls was entirely glass, opening up into the black night. The lights were warm and dim here. Mr. Baker turned a dial and the fireplace turned on.

Adam spotted what looked like a large, black and red X between the bar and the fireplace. When he squinted, he noticed leather straps at each point, as well as where the two lines intersected. A St. Andrew’s cross.

“Help me with the restraints?” Mr. Baker said to his wife. He walked over to the couch and set Adam down, then turned him on his stomach.

Adam felt the handcuffs unlock and the ropes around his legs untie. Once his hands were free, the gag was unfastened from his mouth. He let out an annoyed moan and flipped himself onto his back, Mr. and Mrs. Baker looming above him, holding the restraints. The only thing that remained was the collar.

“This is your chance to stretch,” Mr. Baker said, “before we tie you down again. Just don’t try anything funny.”

Adam sat up and stretched his hands far above his head, letting out a soft moan. “Or else what?”

Mr. Baker settled down on the couch next to Adam. “Misbehave and you’ll find out.”

Mrs. Baker sat down on his other side and reached for his knees, pulling them so one of his legs was over hers. Then her hand moved slowly up his thigh. Her other one grabbed the leash and turned it so the chain was at the back. When she pulled, he fell against the back of the couch.

Mr. Baker reached around Adam’s shoulders, hand settling at the base of his neck again. His other hand rested on Adam’s face, turning it to face him.

“Will you hurt me?” Adam asked, unable to stop himself.

“It doesn’t have to come to that,” Mr. Baker whispered. He closed the gap between them and kissed Adam, soft and slow. He kissed him again and again, building intensity, the electric adrenaline returning.

Then Adam bit Mr. Baker’s lip--just hard enough for him to jerk back. Something flashed in his eyes.

He returned to kiss him again, and this time Adam bit harder.

Mr. Baker jerked away again and let go of Adam. “Get him up,” he demanded.