The sound of a woman's voiceShe was pleading, "Don't do this! Lucien Delano, don't do this to me!"And then, raising her voice a trifle, she cried, shrilly,‘Delano, are you listening to me? I said you can’t do this to me!!!’I shrank back trying to hide as the man whom she was clinging to, replied coldly," I think you should leave before this becomes ugly."He turned and the light from the room fell on his chiseled profile, carved in granite. The strong jaw that I had kissed so feverishly, the crooked nose, and the mouth now turned down in contempt and displeasure as he turned away from the woman who was standing, stock still, dressed in a beautiful sea-green gown that clung to her slender hips. I imagined that I could make out the deep cleft in his strong chin.'Delano,' she said in a pleading tone, 'We are having such a beautiful relationship...why...???'As she stepped forward, coming into the patches of light falling on the terrace from the room within, I recognized her with a
"Jazz?", He frowned uncomprehendingly, and at that moment I knew that he had no idea who Jazz was.As the enormity of the accusation I had leveled at him sank in, his eyes glittered in fury, and I made to move back, but he had me in a vice-like hold. When he spoke, his voice radiated a barely checked fury as he said in a low, menacing growl that left me quaking in fear,'No one has ever accused me of needing a pimp to satisfy my urges, little vixen." I swallowed fearfully though I met his flintlike gaze bravely as he went on, "Watch what you say."And before I could react, he lowered his head. Pinning me to the balustrade, his hands holding me captive, he ground his mouth on mine again, angrily, determined to hurt me. I put out my hands and ended up clinging to him.When he finally raised his head, I stared at him, panting, my head spinning. I could feel his hardness pressing against my belly and the knowledge of what would happen after this if things weren't halted, made me push hi
It would be so easy to say that my story had a Cinderella-style ending but life is so much harsher, isn't it?After that night, I knew that I couldn't go back to living with Tanya and Rachel; something had changed. To put it bluntly, I had become a rich man's plaything. But I didn't, because I couldn't accept it at the time.The next morning; we left the house at midday. I was sore and tender all over but there was also a feeling of having come awake after a long, long sleep. When I gazed at my reflection in the huge mirror adjoining the large bedroom where we had spent the night making love, I stared at myself almost bemusedly. I didn't look like the hesitant eighteen-year-old anymore; all of a sudden, I looked like a woman now, no longer a child, a woman who was growing aware of her sensuous side. My mouth was swollen, and my eyes shone with the light of love.M lover wasnot to be seen but I smiled as was notIthe felt teh soreness of my sex.I love him, I whispered to myself in won
The house he took me to was on a small street set amongst tall trees that stood stiffly to attention along the roadside. Paved pathways bordered the orderly area and a few people moved around, walking their dogs, jogging, or simply strolling along. The line of row houses was uncannily similar to each other as they faced a mirror image of themselves on the other side of the road. A small garden in front of each house, some well maintained, and others with barely any plants, appeared to be the norm. It seemed to be a residential area that was obviously upper middle class, quiet, and unremarkable. Double-door garages stood open in some houses, revealing the shiny vehicles owned by the people who lived there.Discreet and a place where no one was going to ask questions about their neighbours, as I was to discover later.When we drew up to one such little house, Lucien's bodyguards alighted first, and while one of them held the door open for us to alight from the large luxury sedan, the o
The tenor of the days in my life altered radically. Earlier, I had been a carefree student, with my life caught up in my studies, cooking for my roommates, and enjoying it. Now my life revolved around Lucien. All of a sudden, my schedule was pushed to the background; Lucien's timings and his convenience were foremost. I began to miss classes, my submissions were delayed and my professor called me for a long chat to try and understand what had happened to his most dependable student. But I was giddy in love, imagining a future with the man who seemed to be besotted with me. At first, he spent every night at the little house and our lovemaking was as intense and passionate as it had been on the first occasion when he had taken me on the floor of his study at the club. It was as though he could not have enough of my body and I reveled in giving him pleasure. He could bring my body awake with a look, a touch, and I was helpless before him... *** A million little alarm signals wer
Being with Lucien was an intense experience. He would come to me at night, carrying the fragrance of drink and expensive cologne of maleness and musk. Sweeping me into his arms, sometimes kicking the front door shut in his impatience to take me, we would indulge in a frenzy of passionate coupling as though we had not seen each other for years. It would continue till the wee hours of the morning when he would leave, dropping a kiss on my exhausted face. Sore and tender, I would wake the next morning, deluding myself into believing that this was love. I would head to college unless he left a message asking me to stay home and wait for him.Yes, he ran my life for me but I never felt the need to protest; I loved him devotedly, and wholeheartedly.I never imagined for a minute, that it was not reciprocated.**It was almost a year of our being together and I wanted to do something special to celebrate. Lucien had been busy and apart from seeing him when he visited me, I barely knew what w
Soon, I turned nineteen. There had been moments when I had wanted to shyly mention that to Lucien. But each time, he had seemed impatient to get away quickly once his powerful sexual urges had been satisfied. My poor proud heart could not stop him. My body could only hold him captive for a few hours...Later in my life, while I was living in the hills of Bhutan, I often asked myself why I had continued to live with him for so long; almost for a year and a half.It was a chance reading of an article in a magazine that a friend had kindly lent me, when I was in the mountains, that opened my eyes to the reality I had refused to see in my youthful madness.The author, a well-renowned psychologist, explained how every girl, every woman has a secret fascination for the Bad Boy and likes to believe that it is in her destiny to make him a Good man!Years later, as I sat there amidst the silence of nature, I saw things as they had been with razor-sharp, brutal clarity. In my foolishness, I had
A few weeks later one afternoon, I was sitting in my bedroom. It was definitely a woman's room, with solid but pretty lined drapes in a shade of peach which suited the décor of the room. The enormous bed dominated the room. A small table cluttered with my books and laptop were my sole contributions to the room, particularly since I had discovered that it was a common house for Lucien's women.I often wondered why I kept waiting and hoping that I would be the one to change Lucien Delano; but they say love is blind, don't they?That belief, and my love for him, were the things that made me continue to stay although I felt humiliated and simply fed-up at times.*In my yoga pants and an old sweatshirt, I leaned against the pillows, trying to work on my assignments which were hugely behind schedule.It was only when I heard Lucien roaring from downstairs that I caught on that he had come.Even before I had time to scramble to my feet, the door flew open and he stood there, massive and glo