“It will all come back to you, Ms. Riley. You’ll remember who I am and why you’re here. You’ll remember the deal we made and you’ll remember what I expect of you so far. I would, however, like to make a small request,” he said in a soft tone.
I was so mesmerized by his touch that I knew I would damn near agree to anything he wanted from me. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply as he used his other hand to gently pry my hands away from the shirt. He slid his hand around my waist and pulled me close to him.
“Yes?” I asked in a whisper.
Mr. Whitlock leaned his face down toward me, his lips hovering a mere breath away from mine.
“I want you to take your clothes off. I want you to come upstairs with me. I want to fuck you, Ms. Riley. I desperately want to feel you from the inside. I want to revel in you tightening around me,” he whispered, pressing himself against me.
What?
I snapped out of my “trance” immediately and pushed him away. I wrapped the shirt around myself and stepped back until I was flat against the door.
“No thank you,” I replied evenly. “I don’t think I want my first time to be with a total stranger. In fact, I know I don’t.”
He smiled as he put a hand on either side of my face. He had me trapped against the door and a half smile was sitting on his gorgeous face.
“Your first time?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“But it wouldn’t be your first time, Ms. Riley,” he replied mysteriously.
“Mr. Whitlock, I have to disagree. I have yet to have sex. With anyone. Now if you would be so kind as to punch the code into the door, I’d like to get the hell out of here,” I said uneasily.
“I understand,” he said with a heavy sigh. He leaned against the door next to me and pursed his lips before he spoke again. “I won’t let you out just yet since that would be a violation of our agreement. And as for my request; I just thought you’d want to be awake this time to enjoy it.”
Eight
I was sitting on the bedroom floor absolutely numb to his words; I just thought you’d want to be awake this time to enjoy it. Was he telling me the truth? Was it a mind game? How would I ever know?
Mr. Whitlock’s footsteps echoed as he started to climb the stairs. I got to my feet and looked around for a way out. The window. If I jump it won’t kill me, it’ll just hurt like hell. I took a deep breath and made my way toward the window quickly. His footsteps intensified as I put my hand on the pane and started to pull with everything that I had inside of me.
“Open,” I grunted urgently.
Fuck. This goddamn thing is stuck!
“You need a code to open the windows as well,” he said from the doorway.
“Let me out of here!” I screamed as I stubbornly pulled on the window again.
Mr. Whitlock approached the window and gently pulled my hands away from it. He held them up for a moment, almost as if inspecting them, before he let me go and went to sit on the bed.
“Ms. Riley, I need you to calm down. Stop trying to leave and stop yelling,” he said tiredly. “I will not let you out until we’ve fulfilled our agreement and I will not tolerate raised voices in my home unless they are mine.”
I ran out of the room and he sighed heavily behind me. There had to be a way out of this place and I was going to find it. I was standing in the hallway wringing my hands knowing that going down the stairs wasn’t going to lead to anything other than more coded doors, so I ran the other way and started pulling on doors. Doors that wouldn’t open; doors that had small electronic pads under the handles.
“Ms. Riley. Come back. Now,” he said in a stern voice that echoed down the hallway.
“Stay the hell away from me,” I yelled back as I moved to the next door and pulled with all my strength.
In a matter of moments, I felt his strong hands on my arms pulling me away from the door. He spun me around to face him and used one large hand to hold my wrists together like a vice. He gave me a stern look paired with a soft smile as struggled to get out of his grip.
“I won’t tolerate disobedience in my home, Ms. Riley. I believe that if I ask something of you as simple as to not run around my home, not scream, and not try to break my doors and windows down, that you should kindly abide by that,” he said his voice as soft as his smile.
“Then why don’t you let me out and you won’t have to deal with my ‘disobedience’”, I shot back, still trying to get out of his grip.
He laughed loudly at my words. I didn’t find anything amusing about what I said and he seemed to think that holding me hostage in this fortress was a game of some sorts.