Page 3 of Our Little Dove

She bites her lip. “Okay, don’t judge! I want him to let me tie him up and have control. I want him to beg for it.”

I giggle, trying my best not to picture the vivid image that forms in my mind. “Hmm, kinky… okay. So, you want to fuck him once to get him out of your system, or do you want to date him?” I ask in a joking tone.

She laughs and pushes me playfully. “Shut up; you’re apparently just as kinky as I am. Either way… I would fuck him, but if we end up together, that’s a bonus!”

Damn, I was hoping she’d just want to get him out of her system. Although this gives me an idea.

Molly and I passed out in her living room last night.Or maybe it was this morning?

After a strong cup of coffee and a much-needed shower, we discuss the idea I had last night before we go our separate ways.

We do some research on companies that stage kidnappings and decide to go for it. Most of them only really do bachelor parties, but we found one or two that specialize in exactly what I want. Kink has truly evolved, especially online.

Molly will set up the fake kidnapping, and I will do whatever it takes to get Joel to go out with her. He is always going on and on about having adventures, so this seems like a perfect opportunity for him. Molly is fun, outgoing, and even more adventurous than my pain-in-the-ass cousin.

The plan is in motion, and a thrill runs through me as we excitedly begin preparations. Molly dives into her research, and I can’t help but feel a little guilty about all the work she is putting into this when all I have to do is convince Joel to ask her out.

One week later

Friday, 6:02 PM

As I walk upstairs to my apartment, my phone buzzes with an incoming text message. I bet it’s Alex trying to figure out the details of her fake kidnapping. She’s been asking questions since we made our drunk little deal.

Fuck, she’ll kill me if she finds out I haven’t done more than send the company an email regarding their procedures and availability.

They responded with some forms for me to fill out on Alex’s behalf since she wasn’t the one setting this whole thing up, but I have gotten no response from them yet—it’s been two days.

I mean, how booked can a place like that really be? Are there lots of freaks out there who get off on being fake abducted and tossed around?

I might need to find another site if this one doesn’t come through for me soon. Lexi will start asking more and morequestions if I take too long to make this happen for her. Here’s hoping she takes her time making her part of the deal happen—if only to buy me some time.

I drop my bag and keys on the kitchen island before fishing my phone from my back pocket. I swear I almost stopped breathing on the spot as I read the text.

Joel:

Hey, it’s Joel. I got your number from Alex. How are you?

Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy fucking shit!

Is this actually happening right now? She did it! I can’t fucking believe it!

For God’s sake, Molly! Breathe!

A million things run through my mind at once and I can barely keep my shit together enough to type my reply.

Omg, hey! I’m great. U?

Joel:

All good. I wanted to know if you have any plans tonight. Alex has been talking so much about you and I’d like to get to know you.

Alex, huh? Yeah, I’m free but it’s Friday. Aren’t you working? H.P. should be pretty busy tonight…

Joel:

Nope! I took the night off so I can take you out. What do you say? Want to grab some drinks and have a good time?

Oh, that’s sweet! Yeah, where? :)