In or near Seaside, Oregon??

I work for a vacation home rental company now and end up in these big empty houses all alone. 

Lets find the time for you to keep me company!

Lincoln City is so pretty! I'm here tonight, where should I visit?

 Captive Desire

The night was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the house settling. Olivia Bennett sighed, shutting her laptop with a soft click. Midnight again. She stretched, rolling the tension from her shoulders, and glanced around the empty house.

Jake was away on business. Connor was at a sleepover.

It was just her.

And then—a sound.

A soft, deliberate thud from the garage.

Her pulse spiked. She sat still, listening, waiting. The house held its breath.

Another sound—this time a scrape, like something dragging across concrete.

Her heart hammered as she stood. Probably nothing. A box falling, the wind knocking over the broom—something harmless.

Still, she grabbed her phone and padded downstairs, flicking on the hallway light. The garage door loomed ahead.

She hesitated.

Then, hand trembling, she unlocked it and stepped into the cool, dimly lit space.

The scent of motor oil and dust filled her nose. Her car sat untouched. The shelves were undisturbed. Everything looked normal.

A sigh of relief left her lips—

And then the light went out.

Darkness swallowed her.

The shift in the air was immediate.

A presence.

Her breath hitched.

Before she could move, strong arms wrapped around her, yanking her back against a hard, unyielding chest. A gloved hand clamped over her mouth, stifling her scream.

Hot breath tickled her ear.

“Shhh,” a low, masculine voice murmured. “Don’t fight it.”

Her pulse slammed against her ribs.

She struggled, kicking, thrashing—but he was too strong.

A thick cloth pressed to her mouth, something sickly sweet invading her senses. Her limbs grew heavy. The world tilted.

Darkness.

She woke to a whisper against her skin.

The air was thick, warm, carrying the scent of something rich—cologne, leather, danger.

She stirred, wrists bound above her, ankles tied to the posts of a bed—his bed.

Her breath caught.

The room was dim, candlelit, casting flickering shadows against dark wooden walls.

And then—him.

A man, clad in all black, standing at the foot of the bed. A mask hid his face, smooth and featureless, but his presence was commanding.

Powerful.

He trailed a gloved hand down her leg, slow, possessive.

“I’ve been watching you, Olivia,” he murmured. “Waiting for the right moment.”

A shiver coursed through her.

She should be terrified. She was terrified. But beneath the fear, something darker stirred. Something she didn’t want to name.

He knew.

His fingers traced the delicate lace of her nightgown, teasing along the hem.

“I wonder,” he mused, voice velvety, “how long you’ll resist before you give in.”

She swallowed hard. “I—I won’t.”

He chuckled, low and knowing. “No?”

His hand moved higher.

Her breath hitched.

Her body betrayed her.

Heat pooled in her core, a flush rising to her skin.

He leaned closer, breath fanning over her lips. “Your body says otherwise.”

She turned her face away, but he caught her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze—though she couldn’t see his eyes, she felt his dominance.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered.

She parted her lips—

But the words never came.

He hummed in approval. “That’s what I thought.”

And then his mouth was on her, claiming her.

Possessive. Insatiable.

A captor. A stranger. A master of her pleasure.

And she let him take her.

Over.

And over.

Until she forgot what it felt like to be free.

Ever been to Terwilliger Hot Springs? Me either, but I'll be there next Monday, the 24th of March. 

I'd love to start taking "business trips" 

Let me know if you'd be interested.