Captive-Sated (Dark Romance Series)

by Suzanne Steele

  He fell down over her back and growled into her ear, “There is no time for pillow talk. I have business to take care of. If you disobey me again I’m going to take a horse whip to you!”

  Chapter Twelve

  Lady

  “Get out of here you bitch, go now!” I screamed with contempt. Where is Farah?”

  I didn’t like Farah but this woman was older and dressed in traditional Middle Eastern attire. This house had an air of being run in a Middle Eastern fashion where everyone was subservient to Akmal—like he was some oil sheik or something.

  Anything is better than a terrorist.

  That was a thought—maybe he was an oil sheik. If so–why was he so damn secretive? No one answered a question straight around here.

  There was this element of fear towards Akmal that made me wonder if he had these people’s families in the Middle East under his thumb somehow. These people were truly afraid of the man. I had every intention of getting a straight answer from him. They might be afraid of Akmal but I wasn’t—or so I told myself.

  I watched as the Middle Eastern woman fled from the bathroom in tears speaking in her native dialect.

  That was another thing—the fact that she couldn’t speak English and she came into my dressing room pulling and tugging at me in order to try and dress me—it was irritating. I didn’t care that she couldn’t speak English, I did care that she was touching me and I didn’t know what she was saying as she did so.

  I finished my make-up and dressed in jeans, a button up shirt, and heels.

  I didn’t need a maid to dress me. All I wanted to do was to get the hell out of here. This guy was moving into my life way too quickly. He had already had his goons abduct me and if he expected compliance he had the wrong woman. He was too bossy, too controlling, and too damn good in bed. I needed to get out of here and away from him—now.

  I had no room in my life for an egotistical woman hater. If he wanted a woman that he could boss around, he could get one of his servants. That subservient attitude was not and never would be me.

  Akmal

  Akmal’s secretary called him on his speaker phone and informed him that his assistant was on line one.

  He immediately knew by instinct, that it was something to do with Lady.

  “What could she have done this quickly?” He muttered—picking up the phone.

  “Master, this woman is the devil. She is disrespectful and rude. She has the servant girl in tears.”

  Akmal answered “You have to remember that American women are not like Middle Eastern women, this is an independent woman and I’m sure that she felt that she was capable of dressing herself.”

  “She needs to be beat,” the assistant muttered.

  Akmal’s tone went cold, “You let me take care of that!”

  “Master, I meant no disrespect.”

  “Do not ever tell me what to do with my woman or it will be you that receives a beating!” Akmal growled.

  Lady

  I sat on the bed dreading Akmal’s return home which was now upon me. I had gone over and over in my head how to convince Akmal that this was a grave mistake.

  Suddenly defiance engulfed me. I mean really, I had been kidnapped against my will.

  No matter how I tried to convince myself of Akmal’s lack of power, I couldn’t get past the sinking feeling in my gut. Just how far would this guy go to prove a point? Did they really have sex slaves here in the Middle East? I had heard stories but now the reality of the lifestyle was getting way too close to my world.

  I let my mind wander back to the morning before and whether I wanted to admit it or not, that man had played my body like a well tuned instrument. I shook the thought off thinking that it was probably just that stupid love potion that he had concocted.

  Akmal

  Akmal pushed through the bedroom door with a look of impatience on his face.

  Immediately I began my argument. “I have no desire to stay here and I certainly have no desire to be yours, or anyone else’s sex slave.”

  Akmal made the sucking noise with his tongue between his teeth that he always made when he was perturbed.

  I’ve changed my mind; I began again but was quickly interrupted.

  “Silence,” Akmal commanded. “Your incisive chatter is bothering me!”

  Akmal removed his suit coat and I watched as he stretched his neck from side to side pulling his tie loose. Why did he have to look so good? The man exuded danger. I couldn’t ever get a read on him.

  “Then again I could gag you.”

  His hooded eyes looked as if he were challenging me. Finally he spoke, “What happened with the maid?”

  “She came in pulling and tugging on me and I couldn’t understand what she was saying. I don’t like her, I want Farah.”

  He cut his eyes at me, “But does Farah want you? You cost her a beating because of your insolence.”

  “I can go for a walk Akmal.”

  “It humors me that you believe that you have a choice Lady. Your choices were taken away the day that you were kidnapped.”

  “What do you do for a living, Akmal?”

  The answer that he gave me did not put my mind at ease. He leaned down and growled, “I’m a man who changes history. Dinner is served at 6:00 and I expect you to be prompt and on time.”

  He turned on his toe and strolled from the room with such an air of power and authority that it made me almost believe that he was a man who changed history.

  I exited the shower to once again view Akmal’s signature rose and cryptic note laid over what he would have me wear for dinner attire. He took painstaking effort in the simple act of dressing me. Even I was shocked that I allowed him to do it but his threat of discipline still weighed heavy on my mind.

  Leila, you will look stunning in this dress

  that I have chosen for you.

  Wear your hair down. I want

  to pull it when I fuck you later.

  Mmm, I am so looking forward to it.

  Yours, Akmal

  I had to laugh at his vulgarity. The ways that he violated me turned me on. I wasn’t concerned with being turned on, I wanted answers and I had every intention of getting them.

  I eyed myself in the mirror one last time and made my way down that long corridor and to the staircase that would take me to the dining hall. I slowed my gait when I heard voices and ducked around the corner so I could eavesdrop.

  “I don’t give a fuck Khalil. You are the one that worked out this shady deal. You listen to me—I want nothing to do with this scam the two of you have cooked up and I’m telling her. I refuse to make her a victim again. I’m giving her the freedom to leave but I’ll be damned if I am cutting her loose to vultures like the two of you.”

  I couldn’t hear everything that they were saying and parts of it were in their native dialect. What shady deal? Suddenly terror gripped me as I thought ‘are they going to sell me?’ I couldn’t understand why I felt a sense of betrayal at the thought of Akmal selling me to some rich Middle Eastern male who would see me as nothing more than a sex toy.

  My mind began to run amok with thoughts of being enslaved to some rich oil tycoon and I felt sick. I came from around the corner and made my way down the hallway as if I had not heard the two men talking.

  Akmal grabbed my arm as if he was frustrated and his long strides caused me to have to trot behind him in order to keep up.

  What is going on?

  Akmal’s disposition immediately changed when he pulled my seat out and I sat.

  “We’re going to have a pleasant dinner Leila, no inquiries, no talk of business, just us—a nice peaceful dinner my love.”

  Shit, not good I had planned on questioning him about a few things. I would wait until the right timing, Akmal was all about timing. I was learning how to better deal with him over time. Complicated didn’t even begin to describe his personality.

  I grabbed my wine glass and took a huge drink. I could immediately feel the numbing effects a
nd took another. I looked up to see Akmal studying me. Why did he always do that? It was like he wanted to know every minute detail of me—I would find out in time that he did. After all, the devil is in the details…

  Akmal

  I reached over taking the wine glass from her hand as I spoke. “Prisoners shouldn’t stand around corners listening to their captors conversations. They could possibly hear more than they bargained for. What did you hear Leila and don’t even think about lying to me.”

  “Enough to know that my manager probably had something to do with this kidnapping.”

  “And that would not shock you?”

  “Honestly no, it only confirms what I already know—that I have no one.”

  Akmal could feel a twisting in his chest as she spoke the words. It was so sad to see a woman who had everything—yet nothing.

  “Eat—tonight you sleep with me.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  I could feel myself becoming more protective of this woman whom had been forced into my life. I raised the lavender dress that she wore over her head; removing it and she stood in nothing but heels and a g-string. The woman was exquisite. I wrapped my fist into her blonde hair and pulled her towards me until we were nose to nose. “You can’t expect me to let you go—don’t make me force you to stay.”

  “Where would I go Akmal? I have questions Akmal—I want to know what you do for a living. Are you a terrorist?”

  I laughed as I pulled her away and eyed her, “You think because I am from the Middle East that I am a terrorist? If memory serves me correct that is racial profiling. No my love, I am not a terrorist—I am a man who changes history.

  Enough questions. I want to bury my cock in you and watch your eyes roll back in your head as you cry out my name begging for release. You blush so beautifully my love and if I ever catch you eavesdropping or trying to hack into my computers again then I’m going to spank you. I have a very strong desire to hurt you, to make cry, to tear you down—so I can build you back up.” I chuckled as I noted her wide eyed look and continued to speak. “I told you Leila that I’m not the garden variety male when it comes to sex. I enjoy control, discipline, and inflicting sensual pain on my victims—you would do well to take that as a warning—don’t cross me!”

  Lady

  His words poured over me like razors layered and dripping with warm honey. They were something that it was necessary to respect and fear, but they could be enjoyable if heeded correctly.

  His tongue lapped at a nipple as he looked up at me through hooded eyes. I ran my hands through his hair and removed the band that secured it back in a ponytail. It immediately changed his look—taking him from business—to wild and untamed.

  “Undress me,” Leila he growled.

  My hands shook as I unbuttoned his dress shirt to reveal his smooth chest. I worked my way down to his tailored pants and dropped to my knees pulling them down. A shadow came over his visage as he fisted a handful of my hair and hissed, “Stay down there!”

  I licked under the head of his cock and it jumped as a new supply of blood surged into it.

  “Did I tell you to touch me?”

  He pulled me up by my hair and led me to the bed placing me on my stomach and pulling my hips back. I could hear the swish of his belt being removed. “No, no, I didn’t mean anything.”

  He bent down to eye level and candidly spoke, “I have a beast within Leila and I don’t want to unleash it on a slave. I want you. If you are as connected to me as you appear to be when in my bedroom—this is a part of me that you have to accept. It’s an innate part of me that is dark and can’t be relinquished. I need you to accept that part of me if you truly want to experience me on a deeper level.”

  I wanted to experience this and I couldn’t think of anyone who I would rather give the submissive part of my nature to. I spoke no words, only shook my head yes.

  I could feel his large manicured hand run over my ass and with no warning the crack of the belt. A grunt from somewhere deep within my chest cavity escaped as I clawed at the sheets. As quickly as he had begun his assault on my body he stopped and once again he began to run his hand over my ass. His long fingers dipped between my folds and even I was shocked at how wet I had become.

  Maybe I too held darkness within that I had never been privy to—maybe meeting Akmal was all that I needed to release the beast within. All that I was sure of was the fact that I didn’t want to share that darkness with anyone but Akmal.

  Akmal

  I flipped her over and pinned her knees back burying myself into her with one thrust. I breathed deeply as I settled into her no longer thrusting. She felt like home. It was always the same—the mixture of a violent storm and peace—My Leila was my port in the storm.

  “You are mine Leila and I will kill anyone who gets near you. You have some decisions that need to made, or someone is going to get hurt!”

  I began to pump solid slow thrusts into her.

  “Look at me—look at me!”

  I wanted to eat this woman alive. I couldn’t remember ever feeling like I wanted to consume someone. I wanted to tear her to pieces and devour every last bit of her—body—mind—soul.

  Excitement over the tears that flowed down her beautiful face only spurred me on. The connection between the two of us was undeniable. We were forged in fire—the fires of adversity had only served to solder us together. I watched as wave after wave of climax rolled over her body. She made me feel so powerful—as if I could do anything.

  Chapter Fourteen

  I sat in a chair drinking coffee as I watched Leila toying with the new top of the line computer that I had given her. That along with a kindle and the latest greatest phone had her screeching with joy like a kid. It made me happy to see her happy.

  “Leila, you are no longer a prisoner, you are free to go—but I don’t want you to go—and I have a plan.” I continued to talk and she agreed with my proposition. It would be nice to work with her and not just bed her. I wanted more than that from our relationship—I wanted everything—Friends, colleagues, partners, lovers and anything that I could obtain. I wanted all of my Leila.

  “Akmal, tell me what you do for a living?”

  “I already told you.”

  “I know, I know, you are a man who changes history.”

  Lady

  I bit my lip and eyed Akmal, “Stay here with me while I message Danny.”

  “I’m right here but don’t let him know that I’m here listening.”

  It was now or never, I hit the button and requested a skype video call with Danny and in a matter of seconds we were talking as if nothing had changed—but everything had changed and that included me. I wasn’t the same woman that I was when I began this journey in Afghanistan and I would never be the same again.

  His ability to appear as if he hadn’t staged my kidnapping infuriated me. I gave him the fake e-mail account that I had set up and informed him that I would be in touch as far as my return to the states.

  “Lady, you wouldn’t believe the amount of press that your abduction has caused. People have started a ‘Where’s Lady’ campaign.”

  Yeah, well we know that is all that you give a shit about.

  “I need to go Danny—I’ll talk to you soon.”

  I clicked off the call and sat crying. I should be use to it by now, the betrayal went with my line of work, but it still hurt.

  Akmal held me in his arms as I cried. I was glad that he didn’t talk—right now I just needed to cry.

  Akmal

  I grabbed her rushing her back down to my bedroom before she could react.

  I jerked my jacket off picking her up and wrapping her in my arms to soothe her as I sat down on the bed. She looked more like she was in shock than anything.

  Her voice sounded like a weakened matter of fact cry as she began to speak. “No wonder he didn’t accompany me here. He was the one who said it was dangerous. He was the one who asked me not to come.”

  My voice came out
like that of a feral growl, “Are you fucking him? Leila, are you fucking him?” She screamed out, “no!” as I began to shake her like a mad man. I soothed her once again after the weight of insane jealousy had run its course.

  I grabbed her face cupping it in my hands, “I won’t let you go—I can’t let you go—you’re part of me now.”

  I pulled her dress over her head as she kicked her sandals off. She was so beautiful.

  Lady

  I listened to his threats as he fucked me like he hated me.

  “You’re mine Leila and don’t you dare forget it. I’ll go to the ends of the earth to find you if you leave me. You have no idea the amount of power that I have. You have worked your way into my system like a drug and I am a man with a habit that has to be fed. You are everywhere—in my head—my heart—my bed—I can’t let you go. You are everything that I have always wanted and have never been able to attain—even with all of my wealth and power. To let you go now would be ludicrous.”

  His threats only excited me. Perhaps I am just as twisted as he is.

  Chapter Fifteen

  I made my way to the kitchen door and waited, watching Farah in order to get a ‘feel’ for her mood.

  “Hi, don’t just stand there; come help.” She smiled as she spoke.

  A tinge of guilt coursed through me as I thought about the fact that I was only here to weasel her out of information about my ‘captor;’ as he had labeled himself.

  I couldn’t figure Akmal out. One minute he decreed that he was my captor and the next he was telling me that he would free me. I don’t think that he knew what he would do if I took him up on his offer of letting me go.