Park Kyung: Accidental Captor 18+

I had forgotten how spacious Kyung’s apartment was. It looked very male with cherry wood floors and plush maroon furniture. Everything looked a little worn and lived in. The floors had strange swirl shaped scratches everywhere and I wondered what could have done that. The kitchen was a mess. I don’t think he had washed dishes once since we first came here. His blanket and pillow was just as he had left it the last time he slept on the couch. I didn’t move them and sank into the couch amongst them and breathed in Kyung’s scent. He always smelled so good.
The cuff on my ankle was cold and the chain was sort of heavy to drag around. It also made a lot of noise as I moved around. I sounded like a ghost dragging chains around a haunted house. It completely annoyed me. Oh I hate that man! I smelled the pillow again and smiled. I lay down and surrounded myself with his blanket. The remote was on the coffee table so I turned on the tv. I don’t speak Korean so I figured out how to turn on the subtitles and found a drama to watch about a bunch of doctors. I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up Kyung was sitting at my feet slurping up ramen. He looked at me and smiled as I rubbed my eyes and sat up and he said, around a mouthful of noodles, “Dream about me?”
I had in fact dreamed about him but I wasn’t about to tell him that.
“Nope. I dreamed about going home. Will that happen anytime soon?” I asked.
The smile left his face and he ignored me by taking another big bite. The news was on now. The weather said this part of South Korea was expecting a record breaking snow storm.
“Looks like I’m here for the night. Wanna watch a movie” he asked.
“I thought you had to work tonight,” I said.
“It was canceled because of the storm. Want something to eat?” Kyung asked this as he walked to the kitchen to add his dishes to the growing pile in the sink.
“I’ll eat when I go home,” I said.
In fact I was so hungry I felt like being sick. Maybe I should give in. The smell of the ramen was making my stomach audibly growl and I’m not a huge fan of ramen.
Kyung stood in the middle of the kitchen looking up at the ceiling in exasperation. “I’m making you food and you are damn well going to eat it,” he said.
I continued to watch the news as he banged around in the kitchen. There was a story about a fire that killed 9 people and two dogs. Another story was about a car accident with 2 deaths. Then I perked up when they began talking about four missing American women in Seoul. My name was mentioned at the end of the list. It was so strange to see my name on the news. The police were no closer to finding the women or the culprit or culprits responsible. I was being given up for dead then. They used a picture of me that my sister had taken the day we got to Korea outside of our hotel. I thought of my sister and my parents and how they must be feeling. I couldn’t wait for them to find out I am still alive but I had to make that happen without getting Kyung in trouble. No matter how bad what he was doing was, it was sort of an accident made of grief stricken bad decisions. I don’t believe for a moment that he set out to kidnap someone and hold them prisoner. He just did something stupid and he can’t figure out how to get out of it without going to prison.
Kyung brought me some chicken soup and a sandwich. I gave in and ate it. It was incredible but when it hit my stomach it burned. I had gone way too long without food. I would probably have trouble keeping it down. Kyung watched me and smiled so big I thought his face might crack.
“Thank you! I was really getting worried,” he said.
He watched me for a few more minutes which annoyed the hell out of me but then he grabbed the remote and began looking for a movie.
“What do you like to watch?” he asked.
“Porn,” I said. I looked up to catch his reaction and it was priceless. His eyes were wide and his mouth was wider. He began to laugh.
“Okay then,” he said as he began to flip the channels.
“No! I was kidding Kyung! Don’t you dare!” If he put on porn I was going to bury myself under the blankets and never come out again.
“Yep. You said porn so porn it is. I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”
“No!” I yelled as I tried to wrestle the remote from him. I ended up straddling his lap as he held the remote over his head away from me. Then I remembered I didn’t have anything on under the t-shirt. The struggle ended as I looked down at his face which was eye line with my breasts in this position. We looked at each other for a second before his arms went around me and we began to kiss. It was a hard passionate kiss full of tension and desire. In one move he rolled me onto my back and he was hovering over me while still kissing me and caressing all the parts of my body he could reach. I was doing the same to him. I couldn’t believe I was actually giving in to this but I wanted him so much.
He reached for the remote and changed the tv to a music channel and with another remote he dimmed the lights. In an instant he had my shirt off and I was completely naked. I had removed his shirt and began working on the button on his pants. He stood up and took off the rest of his clothes while his eyes devoured my body and I enjoyed the sight of his.
Kyung gently lowered himself over me and began saying soft things in Korean. That drove me crazy. He started kissing my neck and worked down to my breasts and gave them a lot of attention as he let his fingers explore other tender areas of my body. I felt that if Kyung wasn’t holding me down I might float away. My body was tingling and shivering and my mind was fuzzy and full of cotton candy.
I reached down and softly touched the hardest part of him and he groaned. I started to pull my hand away but he grabbed my wrist and put my hand back where it was.
“Please don’t stop,” Kyung said breathlessly.
It was rigid but so soft to the touch so I enjoyed exploring him just as he was doing to me. He sat up taking me with him and I was straddling his lap once again but this time he pulled me onto him until our bodies were fully joined. As he filled me I made a loud audible sigh and crushed him to me with my hands in his hair. I pulled his head back and kissed him as he began to rock our bodies together. As we became more urgent and our rocking became faster and harder, he put his hands in my hair and gently pulled my head back as he went deeper into me. We both made so much noise that I was glad he didn’t have neighbors.
He brought me back into a long, deep kiss as we both found the ending together.
We both lay on the couch, naked and exhausted but very happy and satisfied. Kyung held me from behind and I listened as his breathing became even and soft as he fell asleep. I noticed the chain was now wrapped around his leg as well. He had trapped himself and I laughed a little.
Kyung began talking in his sleep. It was a mixture of Korean and English and it made no sense whatsoever. I only understood every other word. One was my name so I was happy.
The news was off and a game-show was on. I got up to go to the bathroom and Kyung tried to pull me back. I easily put his hand back down and he continued to sleep.
When I stood up, a strange pain hit my stomach. I had to sit on the end of the couch for a minute to wait for it to subside because it was so sharp. It had to be because of the food on my shrunken stomach. I shouldn’t have gone so long without eating. Now my body was trying to reject the food I was offering. I guess it was angry with me and holding it’s own hunger strike.
I put my shirt on and the pain subsided so I went to the bathroom dragging my prison jewelry behind me. My stomach continued to feel sick but the pain was gone. I thought I might lose the food that I ate but I managed to keep it down.
When I returned to the living room, Kyung was awake. He looked up at me with sleepy eyes and grinned.
“Mad at me?” he asked.
“For what?”
He rolled his eyes.
“You are so beautiful,” he said.
I know I blushed and couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you.”
“Do you think we can start sharing the bed if I promise to be good?” he asked.
“It’s your bed. You make the rules,” I said.
“Ooh. I like that. You’re so obedient.”
I reached down to smack him but he grabbed my arm and pulled me down on top of him. He kissed me. It was a long sweet kiss and I realized I might be falling for my kidnapper.

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