“I have something to do first,” he says.
He slides his hand down my leg.
I grab the seat and gasp.
“I need your left ankle, Jaci,” he says.
“The fuck you do,” I say.
Seth looks at me. “I have a gun in this car. I kidnapped you. Just fucking listen to me.”
I slowly turn and bring my feet onto the seat.
Seth pushes the left leg of my jeans up a little.
“I can’t believe you got out,” he says. “You really broke the bed to escape.”
“No choice,” I say.
“You could have just asked,” he says.
Seth reaches into the middle console.
I hold my breath.
Next thing I know he’s holding up a key.
He smiles and he takes the handcuff off my ankle.
Then he tosses the cuffs and the key to the backseat floor.
Just like that… no more cuffs.
“What the hell?” I ask.
“You wanted to get out of them,” Seth says.
“Like I really wanted to be in them? I told you to let me go several times.”
“I don’t remember that,” he says. “But what I do remember…”
Seth begins to move his hand up my leg.
Cutting to my inner thigh.
My left leg starts to tremble.
I casually look down and watch his big hand inching closer to between my legs.
It’s not like he can actually touch me there.
I’m wearing jeans. And panties.
But he can press there.
In fact, Seth used to do that all the time to me.
When he was driving he would reach across the seat and dig his middle and pointer fingers between my legs. He would drive me crazy. He would drive really fast. And play music really loud. It felt so dangerous. More than once… I finished…