Mastered by her Captor(2)

She didn’t let his words deter her. She wouldn’t expect him to agree to a romantic relationship right off the bat. Most men wouldn’t.

“It’ll just be sexual then.” She was sure if she could convince him to spend more time with her... if they could share more passionate encounters together... that he would come around.

“And what do you think I’ll want from you during this sexual alliance?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know exactly. I assume you’d like to take control. To command me to do things. Maybe to tie me up.”

“That sounds pretty mild.”

She drew in a deep breath. “Maybe punishment.”

He pushed away from the desk and moved in front of her chair, then leaned forward and coiled his hand in her hair, until it was tightly wound around his fingers against the back of her head. Then he pulled her to her feet.

Her body was pressed to his, her breathing erratic, as her gaze locked on his frigid blue eyes.

“There definitely would be punishment.” His cold, velvety voice sent shivers through her. “And I would make demands I doubt you’d be willing to obey.”

Her breath caught as he tugged back her head and his lips fell to her throat. Quivers danced down her spine at the feel of his warm mouth teasing her neck. Then he nipped her skin with his teeth, making her whimper.

He turned her around and, his hand still coiled tight in her hair, pressed her toward the door.

“Are you sending me away?” she asked in panic.

“No.”

“Then where are we going?”

He released her as he reached for the doorknob.

“You’d best learn to simply do as you’re told and not ask questions.” He opened the door. “I’m taking you to meet my partners.”

She felt flushed and a little disheveled as he guided her down the hall. He glanced in the door of the first office they passed, then continued to the next.

“There you are,” he said as he peered inside. He rested his hand on the small of her back and pressed her into the room.

Inside the office was Sean Connor and another man. Both smiled.

“This is Kalie,” Erik said as he closed the door behind him.

“Hello, Calie. I’m Gabe.” He offered his hand and she shook it.

“Hi again, Kalie,” Sean said with a warm smile.

“Kalie is a friend of Sylvia’s. She and I are discussing the possibility of her performing a similar role for us here on occasion.”

Sean’s eyebrows arched. “Really?” His warm smile broadened. “That would be...”—his gaze glided down her body—“...delightful.”

Gabe’s eyes also lit up. “We really enjoyed Sylvia’s time here.”

These two men seemed very excited at the prospect and she realized that Sylvia must have been with them along with Erik—Mr. King as Sylvia called him.

So he was suggesting... if they started their sexual alliance as he called it... that he would expect her to—

“Kalie?”

She realized she’d gotten lost in a fog, missing whatever they’d been saying.

Her gaze turned to Erik and she saw he was waiting for her at the door. She followed him back to his office.

“Tell me, Kalie,” he said as he sat behind his desk again, his hard gaze locked on her. “If I had told you to, would you have dropped to your knees and pulled out Gabe’s cock, then sucked it in front of all of us?”

Her gaze darted to him.

“Then once you’d finished him off, would you have leaned over Sean’s desk on command and let the three of us fuck you, one after the other, each hard cock pumping into you until it erupted inside?”

She quivered. The thought that he might order her to do that was both a little alarming... and wildly exciting.

She’d had sex with both Erik and Evan when they’d held her captive, but that had been her fantasy, so it felt under her control. But to give herself over to Erik’s sexual whims... where he might make her have sex with other men... felt overwhelming.

“If you can’t answer that simple question, then we’re done here.” He rose to his feet.

“Wait, no.” She nodded. “I would do that. If you agreed to give us a chance.”

He sat back down, his lips compressing. Then he nodded.

“Personally, I don’t think this is a good idea, but I’ll be frank with you. I told Sylvia I would give you a chance. I won’t, however, make it easy on you. If we go ahead with this, you will give yourself over to the experience completely. I’ll give you two weeks, and during those two weeks you will be totally devoted to me, will do anything...” His eyes blazed. “And I mean anything I tell you to do.”

She nodded enthusiastically, joy surging through him that he was giving her a chance, even if it was only for two weeks.

It was two weeks she would have to make count.

“Whatever you say.”

A wry smile curled his lips. “That’s a good start.” He picked up a gold pen from his desk and jotted something on a small notepad. “I rather liked having you as my captive, so we’re going to continue with that theme. Instead of just being my submissive, you will be my prisoner. You will realize you are helpless to me and that the only way to earn your freedom is to be my total slave.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I will leave room for you to struggle against my rules at the beginning though.” His gaze glided down her body. “I think I’ll like it if you struggle against me.”

Her eyes widened and a shiver raced down her spine. She wondered if she could really do what he said. He seemed so different now than he had been the last time she’d seen him.

He was so cold and intimidating.

But she had promised herself she’d convince him and she would not give up that victory. She would also not let go of her determination to prove to him that they could be good together. Whatever he had planned for her... whatever he did to try and drive her away... she would persevere.

Because deep down inside, she was sure he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

He handed her the small piece of paper he’d been writing on.

“What’s this?” she asked as she took it.

“I’m going to give you the night to think it over. I’ve written down the number where you’ll text me tomorrow morning if you decide to go ahead with it. If you do agree, then my driver will pick you up at noon. Below the number is a list of items. Those are the only things you are to bring with you.”

On the paper was a list: bra, garter belt, black stockings, short black dress, shoes...

And a passport.

* * *

At noon the next day, she stood in front of her building, her passport in her hand. It was a bit breezy and she wished she had a dress with a less flirty skirt, because the wind kept lifting her hem. She kept pushing it down in time—though anyone within sight would be able to see her bare thigh above the stockings, as well as the garters—but if the wind blew it up high enough, everyone on the street would get an eyeful.

The list hadn’t included panties.

She’d debated whether the items of clothing he’d listed were supposed to be what she packed or what she wore. She’d decided to play it safe and she’d worn the items and left without a suitcase, or even a purse.

A black car pulled up and the driver, wearing a black suit and hat, got out.

“Are you Ms. Kalie Therion,” the driver asked.

“Yes.”

He opened the back passenger door for her and she got in, careful to hold down her skirt as she sat down.

Ten minutes later, he pulled up in front of an elegant stone house and walked to the front door. He knocked and a moment later Erik appeared with his luggage. The driver carried it to the car then opened the door for him. He sank into the seat beside her. A quiver raced through her at his closeness.

The driver closed the trunk after depositing the luggage inside and soon the car glided along the driveway. Erik said nothing during the trip to the airport. Kalie wanted to ask him where they were going, but she remembered his comment about her asking questions.

So she sat quietly.

Once they arrived at the airport, a man put the bags on a cart and within ten minutes they were aboard a private jet.

Erik gestured for her to sit in one of the brown leather seats and he sat down beside her. A steward ensured they were settled in, then left them alone in the cabin. As the plane taxied to the runway, she gazed around in awe at the luxurious surroundings. Dark mahogany and leather. A built in bar. Even a couch along the other side of the plane from the seats they were buckled into.

Once the plane took off, the steward returned with a bottle of wine, stemmed glasses, and a platter of sandwiches and veggies. He then disappeared again.

“Are you hungry?” Erik asked politely.

She’d eaten breakfast just before she’d left the apartment.

“No, thank you. Maybe later.” She had no idea how long their flight would be.

He took her hand and drew her to her feet, then guided her to the couch.

“Sit.”

She sat down.

“Did you dress as I instructed?”

She nodded.

“Show me.”

She wasn’t sure what he wanted. He could see she was wearing a short, black dress and high heels.

He sat down beside her and impatiently grabbed the hem of her dress and flipped it up to her waist. His gaze locked on her naked pussy. Shivers danced along her spine.