by Anna Collins
He pulled out slowly making me feel every single inch. The head came out and then forced its way back in. This time, he was punctuating each word with a hard jab that had my mouth open and all the air rushing out at the same time.
“This is better than I could ever imagine. You may be a work in progress, but this is your chance to open yourself to what the world is waiting to give you. The universe has brought you here and I can’t see ever letting you go.” He sounded like he was possessive. That was my fear from the moment that he had come into my life. I couldn’t think of that for the moment, as he started to move a little bit quicker with the headboard smacking against the wall.
“I… I…don’t even know how to describe what I’m feeling,” I said as my skin tingled from the excitement.
My entire body was one big over exposed nerve and he was having no problems stirring up my excitement. His love stick was plumbing my recesses and then suddenly I was pushing back against him.
“Fuck…fuck…I’m almost there… Again…AHHHHHH,” I screamed and didn’t care who heard me.
I wanted to reach back to cradle his balls, but my hands could not move. I could hear his moans of pleasure.
He had gotten a little bigger and the knob had flared. I thought that I was going to get everything that he had.
He pulled out at the last second, leaving me wanting and slightly stunned that he could do that. He bellowed, until finally he fell down beside me with a sheen of sweat covering him from his forehead all the way down to his toes. He did not cum and it was like he wanted that to happen.
He was smiling and I was lying there completely satiated. I didn’t have the voice to say anything.
“Always leave them begging for more. I want you to really want it, Lucy. I mean really have to have it…can’t live without it.” He kissed me on the forehead and left me there with the handcuffs still holding me in its lethal embrace.
In the morning, I awoke to find that the handcuffs were no longer there. I felt different and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or bad thing.
I had this momentary sense of panic. I put on the same pair of jeans, but decided on a light white blouse. I looked at the white dress on the floor. It was crumpled at my feet and the visions of what I had done last night came back to me in a rush of memory.
I thought for a moment that last night was some kind of erotic dream, but it was more of a living embodiment of everything I wanted. I needed to take a shower. This couldn’t happen again and he had overloaded my senses, until I had no choice, but to give in to his manly caress. He had a way with his fingers that had me practically begging for it. That was not the type of girl that I was. I didn’t even recognize myself anymore.
I stood there at the door thinking about what I was going to say and how I was going to get out of this.
He had said that I could leave at any time, but my contract with him would be null and void. I was willing to take that chance, until I started to play over in my mind some of the things that he had said last night.
It was all sugary sweet, but underneath everything that was said was a hidden meaning. He had no intention of letting me go. I didn’t like the sound of that, but instead of panicking, I started to think that maybe I was making more of this than what it was. It was one night, but he did fool me into thinking that I was giving myself to him freely. That couldn’t be further from the truth.
I came out of my room and standing there with a towel over his head was Devlin. I hadn’t seen what he looked like naked, because he had taken me from behind.
“It’s about time that you’re awake. Breakfast will be served momentarily and I do hope that you like hollandaise sauce,” He said with his hand playing through his hair.
What god blessed him with was swinging between his legs and I couldn’t stop staring at it. It was like a pendulum on a clock.
“Lucy, I have a lot that I want to get done today. There is a specific dress that I want you to wear for our first modeling session.”
He hadn’t mentioned what happened last night and he was busily glossing over it like it was no big deal.
I couldn’t say anything for a moment. The very thought that he had handcuffed me and used me for his own pleasure was appalling. It felt good at that time, but in the cold light of day, I wanted to get out of there in the worst way possible.
“Um, I’ll be down in a few minutes. I just need to freshen up.”
He shrugged his shoulders and walked down the stairs without even bothering to put on anything. He was perfectly comfortable with his own nudity. He really didn’t have anything to be ashamed of. He had the kind of body that would make most women fall on their knees in worship.
“Don’t take too long. After breakfast, I plan to take you out and show you those yoga poses that I mentioned before. I think that you might be limber enough to take on some of the advanced ones. You won’t believe how alive you will feel after I get done with you.”
I stared at him and his healthy backside. I envisioned what it would be like to bite each of his cheeks.
I shook my head and realized that I didn’t like the person that I was becoming. I was becoming more open and ready to explore without any hang-ups to speak of. I needed to get out of here. I ran down the stairs, going out the door and running down the path to the beach. It was next to the tarmac, but there was no sign of the plane that had taken us here. I looked out at the water and no visible sign of life could be seen anywhere.
My legs buckled and I fell on my knees at the realization that leaving here anytime soon was not an option.
I was trapped with a man that thought that he could touch me like that and to have his way with me without my permission. Enjoying it was one thing, but to have no control was taking things a step further than necessary. I realized that I had come here under my own free will and yet there was no way that I was going to be able to leave the same way.
“Lucy…is there something wrong?” I heard his voice.
I turned to see that Devlin was still naked, but his hands were dripping in blood. It wasn’t the blood that was the only thing that sent a cold chill down my spine…it was more to that he was smiling about it.
Chapter 8
I’d spent the night with him. I’d done things that would probably make my parents embarrassed by my behavior, but I was also trapped like some kind of animal. I didn’t like feeling this way. That was my main purpose for running onto the beach and collapsing underneath my own weight.
I heard his voice and when I turned to look at him, I got the shock of my life.
He was standing there with his hands dripping in blood. He was saying something, but it sounded like my ears were deceiving me. He was asking me if I was OK, but at the same time, he was rubbing his hands together like it was a natural occurrence to have blood on his hands.
It terrified me beyond words. I couldn’t speak or even voice my concern about how he was acting. It made me feel like I was in the presence of some homicidal maniac that was about to kill me and bury me here on his island. It occurred to me that I really didn’t tell anybody that I was coming here. That was a little disconcerting in itself.
“You look like you have seen a ghost. Tell me what is the problem and I might be able to help you,” He said as he looked at me innocently.
It was almost like I was hallucinating. Maybe I didn’t see the blood dripping from his hands and that it was just a manifestation of my own insecurities raising its ugly head.
“I hope that it wasn’t something that I said or anything that I did. I’ve only wanted to awaken something in you and I think that I’ve done that.”
With a shaky finger, I pointed towards his hands and then slapped my hand up against my own mouth in shock. I could make a run for it, but there were not that many places to hide on the island. He could’ve easily tracked me down and dragged me kicking and screaming into a fate that was worse than death.
“I don’t know what’s wrong. You need to say something. To be
honest your silence is starting to grate on my last nerve. I didn’t bring you here to act like a little girl. It’s time that you put on your big girl panties and become a woman,” He said while looking at me sternly.
I couldn’t believe that he had the nerve to speak to me like that, especially with the blood dripping from his hands and onto the sand at his feet.
“Blood…on your hands…on…your hands.” There wasn’t much more that I could say.
My whole body wanted to react, but all that I could do was stay standing there in a semi-catatonic state. His eyes showed confusion. He looked down at his hands and then back up and me with a bemused smile.
“I’m sorry…but this is the way that I work out my demons. You’re under the mistaken impression that this is blood. It’s actually a pigment of color that I like to mix with my hands to get a feel for the process. It might seem strange, but trust me everybody has their little traditions.”
“Not…blood?” I sounded like I had lost my mind, but I think it was a reasonable reaction to what I was seeing.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. I suppose from your point of view it would look like I had just killed something with my bare hands. It’s kinda funny because I’ve never really thought of it that way before. Then again, I’ve never had anybody see me in my element. Usually, I would just enter the room and begin to paint the subject in question. With you living underneath the same roof, it’s bound to happen that you’re going to see how I work.”
There was a sense of relief in the air. I wanted to scream, but instead I took a deep breath and placed my hands on my knees. I walked past him, but satisfying my curiosity had become necessary for my own sanity. I touched his fingers and brought it up to my nose. It did not smell like blood and had that texture of paint.
“I apologize for jumping to conclusions,” I said with my eyes still watching him closely.
I had gone from feeling trapped to an almost serene feeling. I wanted to tell him that last night could never happen again, but the words wouldn’t come out.
“Breakfast is being served. I’m going to the studio. I’m sure that you’ll be able to find it after you are finished. I have laid out a red dress that I would like you to wear. The paint that you see all over my fingers will perfectly capture the likeness of that dress and the woman wearing it.”
He walked away whistling a tune. It seemed a little odd to see that substance clinging to his hands like that.
I followed the path back up to the house, taking a brief glance around at the paradise that had somewhat turned into a nightmare. Being taken last night and having no control because of the restraints had allowed me to live in the moment without the guilt. That had never happened before and I really wasn’t sure how I was going to react if he were to try to duplicate that scene all over again.
The homemade hollandaise sauce was to die for and this guy really knew how to make culinary delights that had me panting for more. I devoured everything on my plate from the eggs and the bacon, including the sausage and a medley of fresh fruit that had probably come from some lush garden in the back of the property.
“I have to tell you something, Miss. I don’t think that I’ve ever seen Mr. Peters this happy before. Whatever you’re doing, I suggest that you keep it up. Between us, I do speak English, but Mr. Peters insists that I speak in my native tongue,” The chef said while cleaning his hands in the sink.
He went about cleaning up and I found myself helping with the dishes. It was kind of therapeutic and gave me something to think about other than how Mr. Peters had turned me into something that I didn’t recognize.
It was kind of liberating, but also slightly out of character for me to let a man have that kind of power over me.
I made my way upstairs and found that red dress to be something of an amazing design and fabric. Just touching it brought to mind the many times that I had gone window shopping in the city. I didn’t feel worthy to put it on and just looking at it made me feel like I was inferior in some way.
I took off my robe and stood in front of the mirror looking at my body and how I had made it into my own personal temple. I was careful about what I ate and I exercised regularly to make sure that I was tempting enough to draw the eager eyes of the male clientele. It was painstaking work, but the pain was worth it to see the results.
There was not an ounce of fat on my body and my breasts were the natural kind that had most men thinking that they were made from plastic. They were real and they were spectacular. I wouldn’t have to worry about drowning with these kinds of flotation devices. It almost brought a smile to my face, as I slipped into that dress and felt the material caress my body like it was made for me.
I did a few twirls in front of the mirror that made the dress swirl around me like it was my own cocoon. I really did feel like a newly born butterfly. Maybe there was something about shedding my skin and starting over again. I really didn’t like myself, but this one night on this island had given me a way to let go. It wasn’t easy, but it was easier than I thought it was going to be. His attempt at seduction had made me submit in a way that I didn’t think was possible. To feel him inside me had left behind a phantom fire down below. I had no doubt that one strike against my clit and it would be like touching a match to a matchbook.
I casually made my way down the stairs. I had no idea where he was, until I heard the sound of breaking glass. The curse words that followed made me clamp my hands over my ears to drown out the profanity.
I followed his voice like he was some kind of pied piper and was drawing me to him. I stood at the door, feeling a sense of apprehension sneaking up on me without any warning whatsoever. I knew that once I turned that knob the things were going to change. Whether they were for the better or worse had yet to be determined.
Chapter 9
I opened the door to the sight of him still naked. He was throwing his brushes into the air and smacking them heavily against the canvas. He was like a madman gone wild, but it was kind of fascinating to see him in this way. Any other time, he would be careful about his behavior, but here on this island, he could let his emotions run free.
I cleared my throat to get his attention and he turned with a menacing glare. He didn’t say anything and he pointed towards a pedestal that was made of a mahogany type of wood. Whoever had made that for him was a genius and should’ve been praised for his efforts.
I walked over to where he wanted me to stand and I found myself feeling a little out of place. I didn’t consider myself to be a model, but apparently he had seen something that he wanted to work with.
“When I tell you to move, I do not want to hear any arguments. I get something in my head and I have to go with it, regardless if it might sound strange to the human ear or not,” He said with the inflection of force.
He walked over and he placed his hands on mine, lifting them, until I was holding them behind my head with my chest thrust out and my head was thrown back.
“I need you to stay exactly like that, until I tell you otherwise.” I wasn’t sure how I was going to do that, but I was willing to play along.
“I’ve always been interested in the creative mind. It’s amazing that all of you that have this unique outlook on life can be perfectly normal to the outside world. That’s until you show your true face like you are right now,” I said as I got into position with him cocking his head to the side.
I didn’t know why I was making idle chitchat, but it seemed like it was necessary to cut through the tension in the air. This was his process, but it felt like I was secondary.
“We all show different faces and I think that seeing you open yourself to the possibilities has allowed me to tap into a certain beauty that comes from knowing oneself. You’ve been hiding. Last night I started to break down those walls that you have erected to protect yourself. Close your eyes.” He said as he picked up his brush in his right hand.
I looked at him with a bit of surprise. I found myself doing exactly what I was told. It wasn
’t like he had that power over me, except that his words were like this melody that made me want to please him.
I had my eyes closed and I heard his footsteps, until he was standing right in front of me. I could smell his expensive Armani aftershave, but I didn’t dare take a peek in case that would fuel him into some kind of rage.
“I feel a little vulnerable.” I shouldn’t have said anything and I was treating him like he was a priest, when he was more like the devil in disguise.
“I want you to hold onto that vulnerability for, as long as possible. I’m sure that you’ve noticed that there is no way off of this island without my personal permission. I have the control of whether or not you go home. I may have lied to you a little bit. You’re not going anywhere and I really don’t think that you want to. You may think that you do, but underneath deep down, I sense that this is what you want.”
