kidn*pped by Love：He Locked Me in His Car for One Night—I Didn’t Escape

I was at home all day, sunning by the pool and reading. A towel was wrapped around my naked body. The sun drove me nuts, excited me beyond all reason and all I wanted to do is come. When I stretched out my arms to get rid of the edginess, my hand felt a toy. Without looking at it, I knew what it was. With some hesitation, I took it under the big bath towel and inserted it slowly, spreading my legs wide. It opened me up a little bit, sliding in all way. The swimming pool was surrounded by tall bushes. There was no need for me to worry about privacy. Hands shaking, I pressed the power button on the remote. I laid on the sun lounger, relaxing. Legs spread as wide as can be. Setting the remote to the lowest setting, I closed my eyes. The vibrations were heavenly. Oh God…I loved it. Everything swirled around me. I spread my legs even farther apart. I was panting by the time I turned the remote off. The toy was still inside of me. I knew my face was red at this point. I could feel the heat of embarrassment rising from my neck to my face. I laid like that for a good few minutes, relaxed at last. Finally, my breathing slowed, and I opened my eyes again. Everything around me was quiet, only the whispering wind gently moved the leaves of the bushes. I planned to take toy out, but it wasn’t there. I sat up and realized it was a dream. A sweet dream of love. I couldn’t help hating my newly-married husband, Bruce Rule. My name is Kim Armstrong. I married Bruce Rule a month ago. So I am Kim Rule now. Bruce is the CEO of a large family group, Echo Group. My father Williams Armstrong owns a small family business. He needed help from Bruce. I didn’t know how he persuaded Bruce to marry me, for we had only met twice, with both our parents present. For me, I had no choice but obey my father. He was a stubborn old man. Not to mention, Bruce is a good-looking young man, plus wealthy. Most important of all, he has blue eyes. When I looked into those blue eyes, it was like looking at the sea, deep, vast and relaxing. I loved that. I loved him, indeed. “You’re a lucky girl!” All my friends admired and envied me. But what they didn’t know and what I didn’t expect was that he didn’t touch me. He didn’t touch me like all the other husbands did to their wives. To the outsiders, we were a lovely couple. Dark at night, though we slept on the same bed, he lay far away from me. Sometimes, his arm accidentally touched my body, he would draw it back quickly. Once, I put my hand on him on purpose, he grabbed my hand and put it back on my side. “Why?” I asked. He didn’t reply. I didn’t went on asking him. Since then, we didn’t bring up the topic again. But I wondered all the time. “Maybe he is a gay. He just needs a fake wife to maintain his image. Most of the successful businessmen are old schooled, they don’t like gay.” “Thump!” Suddenly, I heard something in the garage while lost in the past thought. I got up with the towel wrapped around me to have a check. It was a safe area. Nothing bad happened before. But not that day! “Bruce, are you home?” I asked as I walked toward the garage. No answer. I looked around and found the trunk of the car was open. I went to close it. Just at that time, someone pushed me inside and closed it. “Don’t kick it. Be quiet. I won’t hurt you.” The voice was disguised. I stayed quiet. “There are some blankets and cushions in the trunk. Make yourself comfortable, and we will have a few minutes’ road trip.” The voice instructed again. I listened. The engine started. I lay there, making myself as comfortable as possible. It seemed the car was driving on the plain road. I didn’t feel any bump in the trunk.