Captured 2

“Well, I feel welcome.” He teased.

“What would you like?” I said, and my voice threatened to crack. I had never had someone say something so teasing. It seemed to drip with lust, but I tried to remind myself that it wasn’t possible. No man would look at me like that. Not a man like him.

“A tall, dark espresso.” He said, and it seemed like the only drink that would fit a man like this. I went to start it.

“Anything else?” I asked. My voice was stronger when I wasn’t looking him directly in the eyes. “Anything sweet? We have the best muffins in town, but the pastries are better. Oh jeez. The blackberry Danish is to die for.” I said, but I knew I was gushing. I had to turn back to face him, and his eyes seemed intense.

“You don’t have any sweets that would fit my appetite.” He said with a small wink, and I felt my cheeks heating up as his eyes slid down my body in a teasing, almost taunting manner.

“No?” I squeaked out, and he chuckled. It was a deep, rich sound. I remember thinking he must be a God. No one sounded that perfect.

“Not that you’d be willing to give me.” He said, and I handed him his espresso, and he slid me a twenty, walking away.

“Don’t you want change?” I managed to say almost breathlessly, but the man hadn’t looked back.

That had been two weeks ago. I thought I’d never see the man again. I had dreamt about him at night. I had gotten wet at the sight of him. I had imagined it going very differently.

I had imagined him telling me that his appetites were for a woman like me. I had imagined the man giving me his number, bending me over the counter, stealing a kiss instead of leaving me a large tip. I had looked for him in the streets, and I thought I would have given anything to see him again.

This wasn’t how I had expected to see him. He looked so perfect, like an avenging angel. He was in a long dark blue button up shirt and black slacks. He was perfect all the way down to his black leather, polished shoes, but he wasn’t an angel. I knew I was staring at the devil right then and there.

I just knew that this was the man who had dragged me here, undressed me, and chained me. I had never felt so ashamed. My mind raged, but by the wet spot growing on my panties, my body didn’t care. It was as if I was at war with myself, and I couldn’t understand why. It was all I could do to not cry out in frustration as I tore my gaze from him, instead staring at the bed.

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Damon Pov:::

She looked at me with adoration before she snapped out of it. I knew the questions she would fire at me when she found her voice again. “Why me?” “What did I do?” “You can let me go. I won’t tell anyone.” I patiently stood there, waiting, but they never came. She was parched, and I could tell her head was still pounding.

“Hello, Ms. Alice Bannon.” I said, catching her off guard.

I needed to make sure she knew she wasn’t in control of this situation right away. No demands would be met. Her doe like eyes looked up at me in wonder when I said her name. I couldn’t help but to chuckle, and to my surprise her cheeks started to tinge a bright red. I had expected a lot, but very few girls got embarrassed like this.

They got angry. They cried. They screamed, but I looked her over. My eyes grazed over the small change in her breathing. The rise and fall that she was trying to control stood out to my trained eyes, and she had her legs tightly together, but it wasn’t from fear. I chuckled again. I knew that look. It was in the eyes and stance of anyone I dragged to my bedroom.

“I expected a lot.” I told her, and I let my accent out this time. It was Middle Eastern, and she wasn’t expecting it. I was good at hiding it when I was searching. My looks stood out enough, after all.

“I was expecting you to shout, Ms. Bannon, but I did not expect you to get wet for me.” I almost purred, catching her off guard. She said nothing to me, but if looks could kill, then Alice Bannon would be a murderer at that very moment. It amused me, and I knew I had chosen well.

“You can ask me one question.” I said, amusedly as I pulled the chair out to lounge there, looking at her chained to the bed. Her eyes narrowed as if she thought that this might be a trick, and I arched a perfectly groomed dark eyebrow at her.

“Well? My patience grows thin for your silence, Alice.” I said, softening my voice at that last syllable. I wasn’t going to let her figure me out just yet.

“What is going to happen to me now that I’m here?” She asked, and her voice was softer, but it didn’t break. I smiled at her for a moment, but there was nothing charming about my smile. Somehow, she still seemed to find his charm alluring despite herself. I knew that flush.

“You’re going to be trained, and you will listen. There will be good times.

Pleasure that you probably didn’t think your body was capable of, but there will be pain if you anger me. Pain if you upset me.” I told her, leveling her reaction. It seemed like she was at war with her own emotions. I watched as her tongue darted out, licking her dry hips, and I smiled at her. I tried to relax, making my edges soften a little for her.

“Would you like some water?” I asked. It served two purposes. This way, she wouldn’t have to ask questions. She’d just process, and I watched as Alice nodded. I disappeared, leaving her to her own thoughts to go grab what I had put aside for her.